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astrobydalia · 4 months

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🪐 Astro Observations!!!✨

Happy 2024 babes! Here’s to another year sharing astrology stuff with all of you 🤩

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Yes water moons have great intuition and could be psychic but I very often notice they tend to allow their personal feelings interfere with their decisions and could tend to not follow their intuition as much. The ones that have a more reliable or unbiased intuition imo are Earth moons and Aquarius moon.

Scorpio Venus really do gravitate to unhealthy relationships… All their connections tend to have unfair or imbalanced dynamics to them where there’s no equal give and take. They believe love means throwing yourself and your life away for another person (or they expect someone to give everything away for them) with little to nothing in return. They may not understand the difference between deep intimacy and unhealthy attachment

Libra placements and their ability to appear likable even when they have the shittiest personality deep down

In my opinion Moon is the most important planet if you really wanna begin to know someone at their core. Ultimately no planet can give you full info without the context of the whole chart tho (#AllPlanetsMatter), but you can really uncarcarve sm about someone just by moon placement/aspects/degree, etc. Moon rules your needs and so it really cements your personality and its an energy that you'll project in so many areas of your life (relationships, career, etc)

Fixed Mars are ARGUMENTATIVE fr fr. They need to have the last word and will die on that hill if they have to💀Honorable mention: Virgo/Gemini Mars due to Mercury influence but they’re more about friendly banter and aren’t as stubborn

80% of Aries Moons I've met were very philosophical/spiritual/religious. They can develop a self-awareness that gives them a lot of wisdom. The other 20% were just adult toddlers and very egotistic...

Capricorn placements and their internalized elitism. They really do believe some people are better than others which is the shadow of Capricorn unfortunately

Aquarius Moons are some of the most traumatized people I know fr fr. Whenever I get to know their life and backstory Im always like bro….😶😶 It makes me so sad cause they always bring such good vibes everywhere (they have a playful aura) when in reality there’s a depth of pain underneath you wouldn’t even fathom through that unbothered persona. The OG misunderstood.

We all know Scorpio is all about depth, intensity and looking beyond the surface but I’ve very often observed the exact opposite in scorpio placements. They could tend to be very superficial, greedy and materialistic, more obsessed with wealth and status than any earth placement (it all comes down to power). In such cases their interest in occult or deep topics could also be superficial or opportunistic, like they only see it as something that could give them a leg up in life or help them avoid unseen threats but that's about it.

Cancer Risings do not come across as sensitive at all. They tend to have a rather sassy personality and are pretty defensive 90% of the time tbh. Think about it, are crabs 🦀 cute and cuddly? No, you actually actually have to be very careful around one cause they sting lol. They do wear their heart on their sleeves and are very sensitive and perceptive but because of this they constantly feel like their vulnerability is out for everyone to see hence the guarded attitude.

^I've also noticed they are VERY opinionated and will hold on very tightly to how they think/feel about something. This results in having a reputation for being kinda bold and sharp (Aries 10th). Pro tip: do NOT question these native's morals or integrity unless you wanna see a very snappy side to them, they respond very very very badly if you even insinuate that they might be hypocritical in their values/what matters to them

The interpretation that Aquarius in the 4th house means you’re an outcasted black sheep in the family low-key doesn’t make sense to me tbh. Aquarius is the sign of camaraderie, friendship, inclusivity and community. All the people that I’ve seen with this placement were actually very bonded to their roots and considered their family (and the people they bonded with during childhood) to be "their people" (they also keep their friends close to heart). These natives do tend to distinct themselves as they grow up but this is due to Leo 10th house. I've noticed their family is in general very supportive of them or at the very least they received some input in their upbringing that made them feel special and/or like their uniqueness was celebrated. Feel free to share your opinion/experience tho

I've noticed Virgo Mars people have a perfect balance between being confident in themselves and fulling trusting their abilities while also staying humble and acknowledge room for improvement. Very mature and self-accountable and they're also great people to work with cause they are highly appreciative of good contribution

Sagittarius placements and their ability to be casually rude in a charming way??? 😭

Moon in the 10th house do not have a reputation for being emotional at all, it's quite the opposite they dislike exposing their feelings like that. A lot of their energy is spent trying to appear put-together and emotionally stable. The ones I've noticed have a reputation for being moody or sensitive are Mars in the 10th house

Venus-Moon aspects probably grew up in an environment that fed up this idea they had to be beautiful and conventionally likable in order to be worthy of love. These natives tend to base their self-worth on the amount of emotional validation they get from others and struggle telling the difference between kindness and love

A couple notes on everyone’s fave topic: 8th house synastry

We all know this overlay deals with power dynamics. On a general basis I’ve noticed it’s the planet person who tends to have the upper hand. Exeption: Moon. When your moon falls in someone’s 8th house you tend to be vulnerable one due to the soft nature of this planet, but the house person secretly feels more intimidated

You will NAWT be able to keep secrets from someone you have 8th house synastry with specially if you’re the house person. Sooner or later they’ll see through you, circumstances might force you to expose yourself or you’ll simply feel drawn to revealing the truth to them. With water synastry in general you will feel drawn to share more deep or hidden parts of yourself/your life but with the 8th house you can’t help it, like there’s almost an accusatory tension between the two that grows the more you try to hide something from them

Something I see no one mentioning about 8th house synastry is the planet person always feels intimidated by the house person's success. The planet person will try to take part in the house person's success by taking some credit and have a sense of control over what belongs to the house person, it's giving Kanye's "I made that bitch famous". At best the planet person would want to help boost the house person's endeavors. Either way, when someone's planets land on your 8th house, you will never feel like something is completely yours anymore, somehow the planet person will "take" something away from you that you can't get back making you feel like you owe them or they owe you something big (8th house=debt), which is why this overlay very often goes south and tends to be very depleting.

If we're talking business (which 8th house deals with that) the house person is likely to take a risk on the planet person, invest on them (can be money, time, resources, trust, etc) in hopes that it'll pay off. The house person is most likely to loose something from their involvement with the planet person, but they can also gain a lot from the planet person if the investment pays off. In either case, one could tend to exploit the other if there’s any ill intent from the individual

Water mars people are very smothering in their affection tbh. Once you’ve been chosen, get ready to be bombarded by their attention a bit more each time. Secret stalker vibes.This doesn’t always mean they love you tho, if underdeveloped they may want to “bond” in order to have emotional control over you and use you. For them it’s easy to get what they want through manipulation so leading people on or fooling around is something they tend to do a lot

Going back to the affection topic, water venus are smothering too but they go about their obsession devotion in a much more soft and non-domineering way where they give a lot of power away to their partner

People with Gemini+Scorpio placements in their chart embody the mischievous trickster archetype fr fr. They’re funny but also a menace. Have an ease to become that type of deceitful manipulator who thrives in chaos

I have a theory that your Moon represents the kind of bond or relationship you have with your mother but Ceres represents how your mother actually is

Capricorn and Scorpio placements are huge tsunderes imo 😭

Chiron in Sagittarius/9th house have become disappointed with religious and/or academic institutions. For them both systems are essentially flawed and don't work or don't make sense

+When it comes to religion I've seen a lot of them being atheist and skeptics. Some others still believed in god/universe/etc. but they did not want to support any stablished religious institution and instead have preferred to craft their own belief system. In both cases, they saw the institutionalization of believe systems as something that hindered their freedom of thought and expansion

+When it comes to academics a very similar thing happens. They felt like collage and the educational system restricted their mind instead of expanding it so they just preferred to walk their own path and find growth elsewhere. A friend of mine with this placement quit collage and the other people I've seen who did finish it all said they had a kinda dreadful and/or unfulfilling collage experience which they low-key regret

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the house where you have your pluto, that’s because you gave your power away to the opposite house. For example, if you have Pluto in the 5th house and you felt powerless when it comes to expression, your creativity, etc that’s because you gave too much power to the public opinion/peer pressure (11th house) and what they may say about you if you express yourself genuinely

Scorpio Moons always battle with that "am I a good person?", "am I a monster deep down?" inner conflict. They are more in touch with darker emotions and experiences than the average person so for them it's particularly easy to channel their shadow. This can often make them doubt their own integrity or think they are doomed to never feel happiness and inner peace. This is moon's debilitation for a reason, their inner emotional world is ruled by chaos and turmoil and they tend to be a bit too comfortable (moon) in toxicity and drama, nothing is ever light-hearted for them. If developed this ability of staying in touch with the shadow side of things can actually give them lots of awareness and resilience for the darker sides of the world as well as a very solid moral compass and compassion

Leo Moons likely had grandiose standards forced on them that inflated their self-importance. It's giving "mommy told me I am the best and most special of all" which is great but now they be carrying that mindset for the rest of their lives and this is where lot of their infamous sensitivity and fragile ego comes from cause not fulfilling these standards deeply hurts their heart. In consequence they tend to be more unprepared to accept humbling experiences that'll make them mature

virgo risings are funny!!!! I haven't seen anyone mention this, but every virgo rising I've met cracked me UP, they are so witty and never misse a chance to throw in a cheeky joke every 2 minutes. I think this is overlooked because they keep a rather awkward demeanor to them which often makes for a rather dry delivery. Best examples of this are Ryan Raynolds, Keanue Reeves, Emma Watson, Cole Sprouse...

Also, all Virgo risings I've met tend to come across as huge snobs so it's very common that people don't take their humor or friendliness seriously

Honestly I've noticed this theme with Virgo/6th house inner placements in general where their judgemental nature always makes them unfriendly or snarky to some degree. They can be the kind of people who are never happy with anything and always have a bone to pick.

My main theory as to why Leo risings are the most shy out of all Leo placements is because a lot of them grew up in very problematic and dysfunctional families (Scorpio 4th house) where they were shamed for showing vulnerability or being genuine (Cancer 12th house)

I’ve noticed Aries Suns and Capricorn Suns tend to relate a lot to their fathers, they tend to have very similar character traits as their fathers. For good or for bad their relationship with their father is always very important in their personality.

I find that LEO Suns and Sagittarius Suns always be having daddy issues tho like 😭😭😭😭

One thing about Capricorn is they can be literal billionaires and yet will still refuse to spend a dime on something they think is not worth it

Mutable Moons don’t commit 10000% to things, they’re the type to always have a foot out just in case. They're most likely to commit to things if they don't feel forced or expected to stay permanently

Cardinal energy is very consistent and responsable. People with prominent cardinal placements have a really developed sense of agency, focus and direction (imo this will be more obvious with moon, mars and asc). There's something about them that always gives me this put together "I've got this" kinda vibe, they always seem like they've got it together and always know what to do even when they're lost.

Fixed mercuries and their inability to understand or accept that two different points can be true

Sun/Leo in the 3rd house could want to have a nice car, an expensive or luxurious car from a well-known brand

I’ve seen people saying Venus-Mars conjunction gives it girl vibes. This is also HIGHLY true for Mars-ruled Venus (Aries/Scorpio Venus) or Venus-ruled Mars (Libra/Taurus Mars)

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assiraphales · 9 months

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even tho the angels and demons pretend to be human when on earth and do their best not to interfere, the good omens universe people must be somewhat aware, at least in the periphery, that strange things are afoot. bookshops with non aging bookshop keepers. zombies that roamed london until their limbs fell off. a jukebox that turns every record into buddy holly. angels n demons performing miracles throughout the centuries. when atlantis emerged from the depths no one was all that surprised & the cruise goers just partied w them. heaven n hell think their so sneaky but the humans are just like. well! that was weird! off to work

#good omens

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mooshywrites · 2 months

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Echoes of Love and Loss ~ Part 5 ~ End

Fem!Reader x Halsin

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A/N - This is the last part!!! Writing this has landed a special place in my heart. Thank you so much for everyone who interacted with this series, ive genuinely loved seeing people frothing at the bit in the comments :,) Fr tho, reading those makes my day <3. One last huge thank you to @thoughts-of-bear for this story prompt, this series wouldn’t be here without it! <3 <3 <3

Word count - 3K

Warnings - Happy ending!!!!

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“You’re alive?”

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Part 3

Part 4

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For a moment, the air itself seemed to still as Halsin's gaze lingered on your belly, his eyes widening in a mix of shock and realization. You could see the emotions play out on his face - disbelief, wonder, and a hint of joy flickering in his eyes. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose and connection.

You took a hesitant step towards him, unsure of what this sight before you really was. The silence that had enveloped the cabin was almost suffocating, broken only by the sound of your own nervous breathing.

“Halsin?” you whispered again, the word barely more than a breath as you searched his face for any sign of what he was thinking. His gaze slowly rose from your stomach to meet yours once more, and in that instant, you saw a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes.

Your thoughts spun as you tried to come to grips with the man standing in front of you. You were still so sure that it was a figment of your imagination.

He couldn’t really be alive in front of you. Could he?

Without a word spoken between you, Halsin crossed the remaining distance and reached out a trembling hand towards your stomach. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if he couldn't quite believe what his senses were telling him. You felt a surge of warmth at his touch, a feeling of connection that you had thought lost forever. The pressure of his calloused fingertips against you was the confirmation you needed.

He was here. He was alive.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked into his face, searching for some answers in the depths of his gaze.

Halsin's hand lingered on your stomach for a moment longer before he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “I thought... I thought I had lost everything. But here you are.” His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning,

“Carrying a piece of me.” He finished, his voice cracking

You reached out to clasp his hand against your belly, a sob catching in your throat as the weight of his words settled over you both. The tears streamed freely down your cheeks, a mixture of joy, relief, and sorrow mingling together in a tumultuous storm of emotions. Halsin's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he gazed at you, his thumb gently caressing the curve of your stomach.

In that moment, the months of pain and longing seemed to melt away, leaving only the present - a fragile yet infinitely precious gift. You could feel the warmth of his touch seeping into your very soul, knitting together the shattered pieces of your heart.

“I never thought I would see you again,” you whispered, your voice raw with emotion. Halsin's grip tightened around yours, as if anchoring him self to this newfound reality.

“And yet here we are.” He murmured, his voice filled with wonder and gratitude.

“Here you are.” You choked out happily, throwing yourself in the Druid’s arms.

He caught you with an teary chuckle, holding you tight though his arms shook with emotion.

You clung to Halsin, the reality of his presence sinking in as you buried your face in his chest. The scent of pine and earth enveloped you, grounding you in the moment. It was a whirlwind of emotions - relief, joy, disbelief all crashing into you at once. Halsin held you close, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against your ear.

“I've missed you so much,” you whispered, your voice muffled against his chest.

His arms tightened around you, a silent reassurance that he was there, that he wasn't going anywhere. The baby stirred within you, as if sensing the shift in the energy of the room.

Halsin stilled before setting you gently back onto the ground. His hand came back to your bump, resting atop where the baby had just kicked. His eyes were wide with intrigue, as if he couldn't quite believe the life burgeoning within you. You watched as a tender smile spread across his face, a mixture of awe and adoration illuminating his features. It was a sight you had dreamed about seeing, your Druid feeling your baby kick.

“When is the babe due to come, my heart?” Halsin murmured, his voice filled with wonder as he looked at you with newfound clarity. “It hasn’t been too hard of a pregnancy, I hope.”

You reached out to cup his cheek, your touch feather-light against his weathered skin. You couldn’t help but giggle at the casualness of the question. It was something a lover would ask the other without much thought, definitely not something to expect in a reunion between two who thought each other dead.

“Soon,” you whispered, the words still wet with tears. “And it’s been absolutely hellish, I’ll have you know.” You smiled.

Halsin's laughter filled the room, a sound that warmed your heart and eased the lingering tension between you. It was a sound you had feared you would never hear again, a piece of him that had been missing for far too long. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he gazed down at you, a lightness to his expression that you had almost forgotten.

“Well, I suppose I'll have to make it up to you then,” he said, his voice tinged with affection. “I'm here now, aren't I? And I don't plan on going anywhere.”

You felt a surge of gratitude wash over you, grateful for this second chance that fate had given you. The past seemed like a distant memory. The loneliness and heartache that you had felt so strongly seemed as if they had never existed in the first place

As the evening sun cast long shadows across the cabin floor, you found yourself enveloped in a sense of peace that you thought was lost. The flames crackled in the wood burning stove, casting dancing shadows across the walls of the hut as you and Halsin sat together, basking in the warmth of each other's presence. The weight of the years apart seemed to fade with each passing moment, hushed whispers and laughs as the two of you caught up.

Halsin couldn’t believe you had fixed the little shack up all on your own, seeming to be thankful of your resourcefulness. The Druid’s hand remained protectively on your belly, his touch a constant reassurance of the life growing within you. You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder as you listened to the comforting sound of his steady heartbeat. The world outside seemed to blur into insignificance, leaving only the two of you cocooned in a bubble of affection and contentment.

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One day later ~

The morning light filtered through the cabin's windows, painting patterns of warmth on the wooden floor. You woke to find Halsin already up, tending to the stove with a focused expression. Absentmindedly, you wondered if he had slept at all. The bed you had fitted to the side wasn’t all that big and you tented to be a bit of a blanket hog. In truth, you almost jumped out of your skin when waking to the sight of the large elf in your home,not remembering the emotional reunion you’d had while still shaking off the morning’s drowsiness.

You watched Halsin for a moment, taking in the sight of the man who had come back to you against all odds. The events of the previous day felt like a dream, but the solid reality of Halsin's presence beside you grounded you in this newfound truth.

As if sensing your gaze on him, Halsin turned towards you with a soft smile. “Good morning, my heart,” He greeted, his voice warm and filled with affection. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “As well as can be expected,” You replied, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. The baby kicked within you, reminding you of why your sleep left much to be desired. A grimace fell across your face as a dull ache shot through your hips. You must have slept worse than you thought.

Halsin approached you, his eyes soft with concern as he knelt beside you, one hand instinctively going to your belly. “Is everything alright?” He asked, his voice laced with worry. You could see the fear flicker in his eyes, a reflection of your own anxieties about the life growing inside you.

You placed your hand over his, offering a reassuring squeeze. “I think the little one is just a little antsy this morning. A bit eager to meet their father after yesterday.” You said with a chuckle, trying to ignore the soreness.

“I can't wait to meet them too,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. The gesture was so tender, so full of love and promise that it brought tears to your eyes once again.

As Halsin helped you to your feet, you froze suddenly, feeling your body react in a way that could only mean one thing. Halsin looked on, growing concerned as the blood drained from your face.

“My heart?” He prodded. “What’s the matter?”

You looked up at him, giving the Druid a pained smile. “I don’t think you’re going to have to wait that long.”

Halsin’s eyebrows furrowed, his expression oozing confusion.

“Halsin.” You sighed, gripping his arm as another wave of pain hit you. “My water broke. I’m going into labor.”

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One week later

You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle as you watched Halsin gently rock the newest addition to the Grove in his arms. The baby, only a handful of days old, had already captured the hearts of your friends who had visited earlier in the day. You, on the other hand, were mostly excited to have someone other than you and Halsin there to hold the very loud little tyke. And thankful. Thankful that Shadowheart had explained the situation to your companions and you didn’t have to answer millions of questions.

The group cooed and fawned over the tiny bundle, their faces filled with joy and wonder at the miracle of new life. Shadowheart, in particular, seemed to take a surprising shine to the infant.

The baby, however, was not thrilled with meeting so many new faces. The sweet baby girl seemed overwhelmed by the multiple voices, very quickly throwing a fit as soon as she was passed outside of Halsin’s arms.

Halsin chuckled softly, a look of adoration in his eyes as he cradled the fussing infant, rescuing her from her captors after a few piercing minutes. “It seems she's inherited her mother's spirited nature,” he remarked with a smile, trying to soothe the baby in his arms. The others slowly filtered out, leaving the cabin to you and Halsin once more. The little one, however, continued to cry, her face scrunched up in distress.

You reached out, taking the baby into your own arms and began to rock her gently. The sound of your voice seemed to have a calming effect, and soon the infant quieted, gazing up at you with big, curious eyes. Halsin watched the tender moment between mother and daughter, a softness in his expression that spoke volumes.

“She has your eyes,” Halsin observed quietly, his voice filled with emotion. You looked up at him, seeing a hint of tears shimmering in his eyes.

“She has your tears.” You giggled, reaching up to brush the droplets from his eyes.

He laughed along with you, cupping your hand against his cheek.

“I can't help it,” Halsin admitted, his voice tinged with wonder. “It's just...overwhelming, seeing her. Seeing you.”

You nodded in understanding, feeling the weight of his emotions mirrored in your own heart. The tiny bundle in your arms squirmed slightly, letting out a soft coo that made both you and Halsin smile.

As you settled into the new rhythm of parenthood, with all its challenges and joys, a sense of peace settled over both your new little family and the Grove. The trees whispered their secrets in the wind, the animals went about their daily routines and most wonderfully,

your little girl continued to grow.

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One year later.

The past year had been a whirlwind of joy and discovery. Your baby girl, now a rambunctious toddler, brought endless energy and laughter into your lives. She toddled around the Grove with determination, her chubby little legs propelling her forward as she explored every nook and cranny with wide-eyed wonder.

The more time you spent in the grove, the more you were comfortable being apart from your cabin. You knew it was always a walk away in the evening and being around the Druid’s was good for your soul. A soul that was no longer so content with loneliness.

You and Halsin watched in amazement as your daughter discovered the world around her, her curiosity seemingly boundless. The animals of the Grove had taken a liking to her, following her around like loyal companions as she babbled happily to them in her own toddler language.

Sometimes, you even thought they might understand her blubbering speech better than her own parents.

One sunny morning, you sat under the shade of a towering oak tree, the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves above. Your daughter was playing nearby, her giggles filling the air as she chased after a butterfly that fluttered just out of reach.

Halsin joined you, a soft smile on his face as he watched your daughter's antics. “She's grown so much in such a short time.”

“Mhm.” You sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut. “She’s taken years off my life, that’s for sure.”

Halsin chuckled at your remark, the sound blending harmoniously with the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze. He reached out a hand to intertwine his fingers with yours, a silent reminder of affection.

“She is a handful, that's for certain. But that’s not at all a bad thing.” He said softly, his eyes reflecting the depth of his love for both you and your daughter.

As you sat beneath the ancient oak tree, a sense of contentment washed over you like a warm embrace.

Your daughter toddled over, her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement as she plopped down on the grass next to you. She held out a tiny flower she had picked, her eyes shining with delight.

“Mama, dada, fower!” she presented the flower with a proud grin, her little fingers clutching it tightly as if it were the most precious treasure in the world. You and Halsin exchanged a knowing glance, both hearts swelling with love for this tiny bundle of joy that had brought so much happiness into your lives.

Halsin leaned forward, his voice filled with mock seriousness as he examined the flower with exaggerated scrutiny. “Ah, I see,” he began in a grave tone, “A rare specimen indeed. A gift from Silvanus himself, presented to us by the most beautiful little flower Druid in all the land.”

You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, your daughter joining in with her infectious giggles. Halsin then turned to you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Perhaps she takes after her mother, always bringing beauty and magic wherever she goes.” He grinned

You playfully swatted his arm, a smile tugging at your lips. “Flattery will get you nowhere Halsin.”

“It seemed to get me quite close to you once upon a time.” He teased under his breath.

“Halsin!” You chided, your cheeks going red. Thankfully, your daughter had already waddled off, taking a new interest in a new critter in the distance.

Halsin couldn't help but chuckle at your embarrassment, finding immense joy in teasing you. He leaned back against the tree, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, don't be so ashamed of those o’ so passionate nights, my heart. You know I speak only the truth," he said with a grin, his tone lighthearted.

You rolled your eyes before giving him a coy smile.

“What is that look for?” Halsin threw you a weary glance.

You couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within you any longer. As Halsin glanced at you with mild confusion, a mischievous twinkle lit up your eyes.

“Speaking of passionate nights, my dear Halsin," You began, unable to keep the playful tone out of your voice, “I have news that might just topple the trees of this Grove with its enormity.”

Halsin raised an eyebrow, a curious smile playing on his lips. “Pray tell, my heart, what grand revelation do you bring to me on this serene day?”

You leaned in closer, the grin on your face widening as you whispered dramatically, “I'm pregnant again.”

The words lingered in the air, and for a moment, silence enveloped the space between you two. Then, Halsin's eyes widened in astonishment before a joyful laugh erupted from his chest.

“Pregnant again?” hHe exclaimed, disbelief and elation mixing in his voice.

You nodded in confirmation, a radiant smile lighting up your face as you watched the realization sink in on Halsin's features. His laughter filled the air like music, blending with the sounds of nature and birdsong of the Grove in a symphony of joy.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively as if you would disappear if he let go. “Another child,” He murmured against your hair, his voice filled with wonder and happiness.

“Anodder what?” Your daughter trilled, appearing in front of you like a mischievous imp, her eyes wide with curiosity at the joyous commotion.

Halsin released you from his embrace and scooped up your daughter, swinging her around in a circle as he laughed heartily. “Another sibling for you, little duck! Can you believe it?” He exclaimed, his eyes crinkling at the corners with pure delight.

Your daughter squealed with glee, her laughter blending with Halsin's like a melody of pure happiness. You giggled at her excitement, knowing she probably had no idea what was going on. All she knew was that the two of you were excited and she couldn’t help but be a part of it.

In the midst of laughter and joy, the world around you seemed to shimmer with newfound magic. The Grove itself hummed with a vibrancy that seemed to echo your own emotion. Your daughter clapped her hands with excitement, her tiny face aglow with happiness, as Halsin twirled her around in a playful dance.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting an ethereal golden light over the clearing, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the beauty of this moment. The warmth of Halsin's presense, the sound of your daughter's laughter, and the promise of new life blossoming within you created a tapestry of love that enveloped you entirely.

And so, as the day faded into twilight and the stars began to peek out from behind their velvet curtain, you knew that the next day would bring nothing more than peace and happiness.

“What’s a ‘sih-bwing’?” A tiny voice cut through the serenity.

You giggled, watching as Halsin tried to explain the idea to your very confused toddler. Perhaps ‘peace’ was a little too much to ask for.

But in the end,

You couldn’t want for more.

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seokjinsonlyone · 1 year

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what type of kissers do you think the members are

joon is a passionate kisser. he kisses you with everything that he's got. he's someone who talks a lot, feels even more, but some things can only be communicated when his lips are on yours. so when he has the opportunity to try to let you know what's in that big ole brain and even bigger heart, it's with your back pressed up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. he's engulfing you completely. kisses sloppy, a little wet, an artless meeting of lips and tongue, in hopes that you understand just how much he cares for you, the depth of his affection for you. and when he pulls back for air and looks at you, pupils blown, hair wild from your constant toying with it you see the final piece of the puzzle he was putting together: love.

jin is a soft kisser. always a man of the present, when he kisses you he's in that moment, wants to take his time with it, wants to make the most of each second his lips are on yours. and he does. it starts with the way he skirts his hand up your side and runs his palm up and down your arm when he notices the way you shiver as he leans closer to you. continues with the gentle way he brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking the strands neatly behind your ear, the way he traces your jawline with his thumb before pinching your chin tilting your head upwards. he revels in the tiny gasp you inhale when he bumps his nose against yours but finally presses his lips to yours when he senses you're about to start whining. and when those plush lips are on yours simply lingering you have no choice but to melt into him, so tightly wound from the anticipation that you just take whatever he's willing to give, unaware that he wants to give you the world.

yoongi is a casual kisser. the feelings between you two are far from casual, but when yoongi kisses you, when his hands are on your waist pulling you into him, when his lips are on your neck suctioning a mark for the world to see, when his tongue is tangled with yours, you understand the casual, the everyday. yoongi's kisses are the gentle breeze on a warm summer's night, they're the waves swelling and receding on a shoreline, clouds aimlessly passing by on a sunny day. they're as sure as the sun rises and sets everyday and as fulfilling as the earth's completion of another revolution knowing that you've made it through yet another year. whether it's a passing peck or an unhurried push and pull after a night of loving, tired but not yet ready to part, his lips on yours turn the ordinary into extraordinary.

hobi is a desperate kisser. every kiss with hobi is both your first and your last. it’s either fast hot and heavy, lips slightly out of synchronization, the occasional knocking of teeth, hands roaming, squeezing in an attempt to get so close to you that he’s either in you or he becomes you. or it’s slow and savory his hand on the back of your neck, yours wrapped around his waist soft breaths huffed out, his nose gently pushing against yours as you break apart, with all the longing of lovers soon to part even tho you both know you’re not going anywhere. but just in case, he wants to leave with no regrets.

jimin is an all consuming kisser. when you kiss him it’s never just his lips on yours, no. he takes over your all your senses. his mouth is sugar sweet like the lollipop he was just sucking on. his hands grip at your sides, before he walks his fingers up your spine, goosebumps left in their wake. he smells faintly of cologne and baby powder. the giggle that he lets out when he briefly breaks away from your lips is just as sweet as his mouth tastes yet just as sinful as the moan he releases when you bring your faces back together nowhere near done chasing the feeling his lips give you. and when your lungs no longer allow you to continue you stare at him eyes slightly drooped, chest heaving you swear up and down that park jimin is the eighth wonder of the world.

tae is a sensual kisser. it starts off with a gentle press of his lips to yours. sticky as he pulls back your lip gloss now on his lips too. then he goes back in tongue prodding for entry, and when you let him in he licks into your mouth purposefully, tongue firmly massaging your own before withdrawing lightly biting your bottom lip on the way out. one hand is on your thigh and the other is on your lower back forcing you to straddle him bodies pressed as close together as possible. he nips at your collar bones before trailing a series of wet kisses up your neck and across your jawline until he has you right where he wants you–whining, panting, begging for more.

jungkook is a sincere kisser. 9 times out of 10 when he’s kissing you it’s not bc he’s filled with lust, although that usually comes soon after, it’s bc there’s a certain longing, a yearning tugging at his heartstrings and it seems like the only way to relieve the pull is to have his lips on yours. so that’s exactly what he does. he’s the type to cup your face with both his hands gently swiping his thumbs across your cheeks before fully leaning in and capturing your lips between his. he suckles on your bottom lip for a few seconds then pulls back breath hitching when he notices how you chase after his lips. in mild disbelief of how he ended up here, with you, the one place he always hoped he'd be, bc you see jungkook doesn’t just like he adores and when he loves it’s with all his heart.

a/n: ajdsfojds you sent this MONTHS AGO I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONGGGGG i just had a specific thought in mind for each but the details were always fuzzy so it took a while to turn the picture in my mind into words that make sense but hopefully this is okayyyyy i be taking forever sometimes but i sweeeaarrr i'm always working

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euaphoric · 9 months

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“ are we there yet? ” ˙ ✩°˖🚏⋆｡˚꩜

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader (established relationship)

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, lovey lovey dovey dovey, sm*t, exhibitionism, f*ngering, piv, essentially they get frisky in the forest hehehe, this is pretty vanilla tho<3

synopsis:: roadtrips with your boyfriend seem all fun and games at first, until you end up getting lost in the middle of nowhere with no signal !

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the summer of august… balmy evenings, golden overcasts from sun rays, clammy humid air, and warm, lofty breezes at nightfall. ideal weather to spend a weekend away with your favorite person, escaping the depths of reality to reset + recharge. this was long overdue since both you and jungkook are always cooped up in work, the quality time you get to share nowadays has progressively dwindled. soon as jungkook found out you two had aligning free time he made plans almost instantly for a romantic getaway. he (said in his own words) found the perfect distraction to take your minds off everything and whisk all your problems away.

well at least that’s what he’s tried getting you to believe so far..

but you weren’t sold just yet— at the rate he’s driving and the stilled guise of confusion on his face, something seemed alarmingly off to you. you didn’t notice at first but once you recognized one of the landmarks previously seen half an hour ago, it doesn’t take much for you to put 2 and 2 together. he may or may not be totally lost right now and is trying to act completely unfazed. you hear him mutter a string of curses lightly under his breath, he seemed to be frustrated by something but not quite really sure what.

“hmm.. are we almost there yet koo?” you ask softly, resting your head against the window, eyes drearily fluttering. it concerns you when he doesn’t reply, instead he continues focusing on the road— this only puzzles you more since he was just talking your ears off moments before. “uhm, hellooo earth to jungkook? you can hear me right?” you reiterate, turning slightly to face his direction. he snaps out of his trance for only a second to vaguely address you. “yeah.” it’s unlike him to be this quiet with you, especially not when he was the one most excited about this trip, he’d send you daily reminders and even had a whole countdown for it. you had to get to the bottom of this immediately.

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one thing about jungkook is he hates to admit when he’s wrong, especially in front of you. he ensured that he knew exactly where you guys were going and insisted on you not doing an ounce of driving, 4 hours wasn’t gonna kill him. “you’re my princess, and princesses belong in passenger seats only!” he’d argue in response to you wanting to help. he wasn’t budging on his stance either, every time you offered to take the wheel he’d strike a deafening glare. you sigh while watching him continue to struggle, his gaze darting back and forth from the road onto the gps of his phone. that’s when you see yet again another familiar sign up ahead, at this point he has no idea where he’s going. “babe, are we los-”

“don’t say that.” jungkook quickly cuts you off, “we’re not lost, i just- am having some technical difficulties with the directions is all!” it finally took him looping around in circles for a third time to get him to acknowledge his plight. “okay maybe a little bit…” you shake your head at his stubbornness, always thinking he can do everything on his own. “i think we should stop for a minute to recuperate.” you suggest, checking out the window to see nothing but endless nature and not a single other car in sight. neither of you had a single clue where you were. jungkook finally caves and pulls over, pandering his next move. an idea comes to mind for him instantly, “oh! i know who could help, i’ll call namjoon! he’ll know what to do in situations like this.” right…because calling your friends when you’re lost in the woods is the best solution at hand.

he attempts to call but is met with yet another disappointment. “fuck, i only have one bar..” you check your phone only to see you had no better luck. “my phone isn’t even picking up a signal around here..” this couldn’t get any worse— stranded in the middle of no man’s land and having zero capability to communicate with the outside world; technically, this was what jungkook was going for but not to this extreme extent. he huffs in frustration, “shit- well i guess we’re screwed now thanks to me.” “maybe if you’d let me help earlier none of this would’ve happened!” you impishly gloat, never letting him live down the fact he never listens. he flashes a pout along with the most dramatic eye roll, unwilling to give you any satisfaction of being in the right. “yeah yeah, whateva.”

an awkward silence passes by until jungkook speaks again, “soo like.. what’re we gonna do now…” “beats me,” you say nonchalantly, “should we go explore the woods?” the curious cat in you is need of a little adventure. “isn’t that a bit risky? you never know what’s out there!” he wasn’t too keen on your idea but you’d be able to get him to fold quickly. “ugh, you watch too many of those horror movies. we’ll be fine, just c‘mon!” you chirp, getting out the car and making a dash into the forest. “wait- slow down.. wait for me!!”

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the view in front of you was breathtaking; effervescent greenery surrounding you, tranquil patters of the waterfall, absorbing in the pleasant atmosphere alongside your lover. though you were in quite the predicament, this moment put you decently at ease. “this is so beautiful.” you express in awe of the scenery. jungkook was also indeed starstruck by something, but it wasn’t the wispy terrain. “yeah it’s nice, but not half as beautiful as you are.” his soft hand cups the side of your face, tilting slightly to place a chaste peck. another hand travels to the hem of your sundress, drawing over your smooth skin to caress your inner thighs. his touch felt so relaxing, you almost forgot where you were for a second. “wha- what’re you doing-” a lush pair of lips connect with you again, cutting off your chatter.

you kissed for what seemed like hours, purring into him as he plays with the thin fabric of your lace underwear. his everlasting touch and lips felt like paradise, lustfully drunk off each other’s energies. your mind was so hazy to a point you didn’t fully register that your dress was pulled halfway up your torso. jungkook pulls away for a second, glancing over to scope the premises. “agh.. maybe we shouldn’t do it here..” he hesitantly chides, “what if there’s some weirdo lurking in the bushes or something?” this man is always so overly paranoid… “nothing’s gonna get us koo, pwomise. now shush and get back to kissing me.” you eagerly lean in, latching onto him once again. as your bodies intertwine you hiss at the feathered graze of his fingers on your clothed heat, languidly tracing the outline. you sense a sudden draft as jungkook slides your panties aside, lightly prodding your entrance while his thumb circles your clit, leaving you with tingling vibrations.

“mmphh~ fuck..” you moan softly. lifting your head to gaze up at your boyfriend, admiring the way he’s glowing from the sunlight illuminating above. soon as he saw your face he couldn’t resist in reaching up to kiss you once more, entering one of his inked digits into you slowly. the gasp you let out was a chance for him to invite his tongue, greedily wanting to taste every molecule of you. your body involuntarily rocks it’s hips against his hand, tangling your fingers through his thick, silky hair, wholly enchanted by him. a whine slips out from the absence of his fingers, clenching around nothing from feeling empty. “stop whinin’, m’gonna give you what you’re craving soon babydoll.” he assures sweetly, placing open mouthed kisses along your chin, neck, and down to your collarbone. right now you felt nothing but utter yearning, desiring every inch of him inside.

intense waves of pleasure hit you gracefully, muscles tensing as your needy cunt swallows his length, arching from the fluttering sensation that won’t leave your tummy. never in your lifetime did you expect to be doing this in a forest of all places. “jungkook…” you lasciviously whisper, securing your legs tighter around his waist while he jams his hips deeper, he feels so good you could cry. “i love you baby.” he coos midstroke, pressing his tattooed hand on your stomach. “love you too koo- fuuu…” eyes roll to the back of your head from his cock colliding with your sweet spot, feeling one step closer to coming. “t-think m’gonna cum s-soonn jungkookiie.” your high would approach any minute now. “me too babe, shit- your pussy feels unreal..” before you know it, flashes of white impairs your vision from the rippling effects of your orgasm— panting indefinitely. jungkook hastily pulls out, viciously stroking himself to spread his release on you. post-nut clarity hit the both of you hard asf, you never got up to fix your clothes so fast. your skin felt moist and sticky, you were totally in the mood for a nice hot shower. jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle from your stunned actions,,

“guess we can check this off our bucket list now??”

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haunting-venus · 2 months

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line 'em up and measure ↳ lo'ak sully x male!human!reader

content warnings | smut ( mdni ), characters are aged up, brief description of wounds, slight intoxication, mutual masturbation, literal dick measuring contest, xenophilia ( alien biology ), dirty talk, praise

word count: 3995

notes | this was originally supposed to be for the last day of @eywaite and @tallulah477 romancing pandora event, but life got in the way. still, i couldn't get this out of my head so please enjoy this now !

na'vi dictionary | narlor — beautiful ( visually )

It was stupid—absolutely fucking insane, really—the situation you’ve planted yourself in. You knew you were a trespasser, not looked upon with any grace by Eywa on this exomoon but fuck, this must be some kind of sick joke.

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.” Lo’ak’s cheeks are flushed with alcohol, grin toothy and shit-eating as his knee bumps yours.

You’d come across the Omatikaya purely by chance—a lone xenobotanist presumed dead after the tragic and fiery crash of your research team’s buggy in the depths of Pandora’s forests. You’d been warned about the local indigenous population, of course, and had been explicitly told your group was not important enough to risk more lives should you fuck up this exploration.

No one was looking for you, and you were alone on an alien planet with nothing but a scalpel and a faulty research tablet.

You’d wandered for hours, bleeding and disoriented, ears ringing with the impact of your buggy into the tree and heart pounding in fear at the inescapable situation you were now in. You were certain that you were smaller than anything in this forest, and that your sluggishly bleeding wounds and pounding headache would soon make you easy prey for whatever roamed in these woods.

You’d thought the time had finally come as you gasped against a tree for air, vision blurring with pain as your legs shook with the exertion to keep you upright. The air was rife with beastly screeching, the sound so high-pitched you thought briefly that this might be what death sounds like. The deafening flapping of giant wings had you scrambling to the forest floor, using the last of your strength to move pitifully away from the gnashing jaws of the creature who landed in front of you.

You were able to catch a glimpse of worried golden eyes and a lean blue frame that towered over you before the world slipped into inky blackness.

You’d learned afterwards that the Omatikaya did routine patrols in the areas known to the RDA, scheduled bouts of precautionary scouting should the Earth’s military ever stray too far from their boundaries. Well, you’d strayed a lot, apparently.

The man who’d saved you had carried you in a princess hold before the chief, his strong arm holding up your back and looped under your bent knees. It should’ve been embarrassing, you thought, a grown man having to be carried like a ragdoll by a stranger who was bargaining for your life to be saved. Then again, you didn’t exactly have time to worry about how tough you looked when you were on the verge of slipping unconscious again.

It had taken over a week in the medical care of the nearby human outpost before you were on your feet again, body weak from dehydration and healing minor fractures. The man who saved you, Lo’ak, came to check on you regularly, asking questions about your life and your intentions—how you’d wandered into the Omaticaya borders, why you were traveling in the forest, if you had any trackers on you, if anyone was following you.

After several days of him poking and prodding at you with questions, he returned with a much more intimidating man at his back—The chief, Jake Sully, adorned in ornate feathered regalia and a stern expression.

You knew you were best off telling the truth—you were a researcher with many injuries, nowhere else to go, and of no harm to any of the People. You’d even offered to leave once you healed, return to the RDA encampment with tight lips and fake amnesia, though Jake Sully had quickly brushed that off. It was in the People’s best interest that the RDA never knew you came in contact with them, and the only way you could do that was by never returning.

You were met with a mix of fear and anger from the local population. You were an intruder, an unwanted reminder of just how closely war knocked at their doorstep. It would’ve been easy to feel isolated, a bird without a nest.

Except you were surrounded with the most incredible flora and fauna you had ever laid your eyes on, the lands near the village so much more rife with life than the secluded bases of the RDA. The scientists at the outpost just outside the village welcomed you eagerly, sharing their notes and knowledge and living space with open arms. Then, of course, there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak was a friend, one of the few that you’d acquired in the months since the crash. Turns out, one of his best friends was a human boy who’d grown up in the labs outside the Na’vi encampments, Spider, so he was neither scared nor angry with you. He was mostly curious, poking and prodding you with questions about Earth and showing you hidden wonders of the Forest when he got a rare day off.

He was also damn beautiful—tall and indigo-skinned, with lean muscles and swirling tattoos over the length of his strong arms and the curve of his ribs. You would be able to get over your little infatuation with some ease, you’d met plenty of good-looking people in your life, except he wasn’t just beautiful. He was fucking kind too, and it drove you nuts.

So yes, Lo’ak was beautiful, funny and kind. He made you feel safe and wanted in a world that wanted to kill you at every turn, and he did it with the most endearingly toothy smile you’d ever seen.

He was also the chief’s son, which made him explicitly off-limits even if you did have any chance in any multiverse of getting to be with him. Which was exactly why you shouldn’t be in this situation right now, lazing together on a couch that is far too small for the two of you, passing a leather flask of pxir that was quickly emptying.

You must have been more drunk than you thought, letting the rogue idea slip between your teeth. It was supposed to be a joke, really—a dumb quip about how much you missed getting dicked down back on Earth. Your options were extremely limited, even more than they had been in the RDA outpost. At least over there there had been some sexually repressed military guys to get it on with. Here, everyone was either decades your senior, or definitely not your type.

“You just need to get some Na’vi cock. It’ll make you forget all about whatever puny action you were getting on Earth, bro.” Lo’ak laughed

You were two young men, tipsy and comfortable with one another, it was completely natural to talk about sex. You knew that the Na’vi were extremely comfortable with sex, seeing it as a connection between life forms, something natural and beautiful. Plus, humans were inherently curious, not to mention repressed and hormonal. You figured that sexual experimentation between the two species was something nearly inevitable.

Still, it made you hot beneath the collar, having Lo’ak’s eyes so keen on you with hazy comfort as he suggests you get down and dirty with a Na’vi. With someone like him.

“Hey, watch how you talk about human cock. I’ve still got one, dude.” You scoff, taking another deep swig of the bitter alcohol. It’s always been so easy this way, hiding your discomfort behind sarcasm and dumb jokes. “Besides, it can’t be all that different.”

“Dude, my dick is definitely nicer than yours.”

It should be insulting. It is insulting, you tell yourself. That’s why your cheeks flush so devastatingly red, definitely. “Oh, fuck you, pretty boy. If that’s what you tell yourself to sleep at night, go ahead.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out.” Lo’ak’s eyes glisten with amusement, obviously reveling in the dumbstruck look on your face.

That was another thing you’d come to love about Lo’ak. He was always competitive, even over the stupidest things, even with stuff that will get him smacked or killed. He jumps at any opportunity to prove to himself and others that he was capable and brave. It usually made your heart flutter with admiration, now it just puts you on edge.

“You’re not seriously suggesting to whip it out, are you?” You chuckle

“What, you’re scared I might be right?” He goads.You’re about to deny him, about to insist you’ve had too much to drink when you’re barely even feeling a buzz so you can

Except that Lo’ak is already pulling his hips up from the couch, moving to sit up on the arm of the seat so he can untie his loincloth. His muscled torso stretches while he extends his body, black swirling lines of tattoos he acquired with the reef tribes etched down his ribs and tapering just at the edge of the v-line leading into his bottoms.

It’s completely stupid and irrational. It’s definitely something that could get you smacked or even exiled if people found out. Hell, Lo’ak could never talk to you again if he knew what dirty things were running through your mind. It’s also the start of every stupid, dirty fantasy you’ve been unable to repress for months.

If you were a stronger man, you’d get up and leave. Except, you’re not.

“Alright, pretty boy. Put your money where your mouth is.”

Lo’ak’s grin is a little smaller than before, still confident but edged with something that seems bashful, his tail swinging leisurely behind him. It only takes a few tugs of his practiced fingers for the leather of his loincloth to loosen, then fall to the tiled ground of your room.

You feel ashamed for looking, even though that was the whole point of this stupid competition, if it could even be called that. You try to keep your face neutral as Lo’ak lighty spreads his legs, brows furrowing a bit. The apex of Lo’ak’s legs resembles more of a human female’s anatomy than anything. His skin is smooth, hairless just as the rest of his body, the darker stripes on his skin narrowing to a slit in his crotch

You swallow heavily, tucking one of your legs up to your chest to hopefully obscure the growing bulge in your shorts. You try to keep your voice even, teasing, even as it shakes. “From where I’m standing, looks like there’s nothing to compare, bro.”

“Fuck off, just give me a second.” Lo’ak mutters, cheeks warm as he brings a hand between his own legs. “Only humans are dumb enough to have their shit hanging out all the damn time.”

You’re glad to see a flush on Lo’ak’s cheeks, hear the gruff rasp of his voice. It’s comforting to know you’re not the only one a little affected, and you feel a bit of hope blossom inside your chest.

His fingers move between his legs, parting the slit with soft movements, his fingers shining with slick between his legs as he coaxes the opening open. He keeps his lips tight, chest moving with heavy breaths at each of his own touches.

Your eyes are rapt at his every movement, heart pounding .You briefly wonder if this is how he touches himself when he’s all alone, if he makes the same heavy breaths and twitches of his ears.

It takes only moments for something to begin breaching the folds of Lo’ak’s slit, his breath coming a little heavier. Slowly, a cock emerges from the sheath inside his body, a lighter shade of blue tapering to pinkish at the tip. There’s no balls that follow it, though the base seems a bit swollen as he hangs at half-mast before you.

“Whoa.” You clear your throat quickly, averting your gaze from Lo’ak’s laughing eyes. “Thought you’d be bigger, honestly.”

It’s a big fat lie, and an obvious one too. Even without being fully hard, Lo’ak’s cock almost easily matches the length of your forearm.

“Oh, fuck off. I can smell you, you know. I know just what you think of your first Na’vi cock.” His tone isn’t malicious, just teasing, each word laced with

Your face flushes, fingers twitching anxiously against your thigh that still sits tucked up against you. It’s easy to forget how superior Na’vi senses are when you spend so little time with them, especially outside of the lab. You briefly wonder if Lo’ak has been able to tell every time you’ve felt a flare of arousal in his presence, if he had connected the dots that your brain constantly wandered to your filthiest thoughts in his presence.

He leans forward, pressing one hand on the arm of the couch behind you. He’s close now, his breath near ghosting over your face as his eyes search yours. “Your turn. Not much of a competition if I’m the only one showing off, now is it?”

This is quickly treading into dangerous territory, something that sobers you up quicker than any water of coffee could. Lo’ak’s hand is still cradling his length, just ghosting lightly along the enlarged base as he leans over you with his muscled body. You know you’re hard, can feel the blood rushing from your head to pound between your thighs, can feel your length pressing uncomfortably against the cotton of your shorts. Unlike him, there’s nowhere for you to hide, no way to conceal just how affected you are.

You feel like you’re free-falling, diving head first into all the emotions you’d convinced yourself would be better off tucked away. Part of you wanted to keep it all at arm’s length, to let this be a moment of lust, another memory to be tucked away. The other part wanted to jump in feet first, consequences be damned, fuck the fallout.

You steel your nerves as Lo’ak backs off a little, giving you the space to undo the buttons of your pants. You know you can end this all with a few words, that if it really bothered you Lo’ak would forget this ever happened and never bring it up again, because he was that kind of guy. Except, you’re sure you aren’t imagining the lingering heat in Lo’ak’s gaze, or the excited flick of his tail as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers as you drop your pants.

You don’t need visual confirmation to know you’re already hard and leaking, the tip of your cock red and aching as your fingers ghost along your thighs.

“Looks like I win.” Lo’ak’s voice is breathier than before, his knee brushing against your leg as he lingers closely to you. His hand still sits close to his own cock, which has made no signs of retreating back into his body.

“Okay, you’re obviously gonna be bigger than me. You’re a fucking giant.” Your face flushes, trying to ignore the throb in your cock as Lo’ak’s eyes trail across your body.

“Don’t be so hateful, bro. No one likes a sore loser.”

“Yeah, well, at least I have more stamina than you.” It’s so easy to slip back into teasing sarcasm, like a shield you can put around yourself to keep all the confusing emotions at arm’s length. It helps you feel some control that has been steadily slipping away, grasp onto some sort of reality.

Lo’ak just chuckles lowly. “More stamina? I’m a trained warrior, bro. Stamina is my game.”

You snort, trying desperately to forget the fact that you’re both naked beneath the waist. “You’re the most reckless fucker I’ve ever met. I bet you blow your load in two seconds.”

“Oh, come on, you’re the pent up little scientist. You really think you can last longer than me?” Lo’ak’s voice deepens, one of his hands trailing up across the outside of your thigh as he shadows over you.

“Try me.”

Lo’ak’s mouth is on yours before you have a chance to regret the challenge. He’s so much bigger than you, and the way his entire mouth encompasses yours is strange but not unpleasant. One of his hands eagerly comes up under your shirt and along your ribs, the other holding up his weight on the couch behind you. You run your fingers up along the planes of his body, tracing the ridges of his ribs and the curve of his shoulders, to embed them in your memory.

He gasps as he pulls away from you, his hips dipping to nudge his hardening cock against your hip as he leaves a line of wet kisses from the corner of your mouth to underneath your jaw. You vaguely register his tail thumping excitedly into the plush of the couch, the way his ears twitch forward to catch every hitch of your breathing.

“Shit, you’re so hot.” Lo’ak’s voice mumbles across your skin, canines grazing the sensitive skin of your neck as he pushes himself closer to you.

“Touch yourself.” You gasp, tightening your grip on Lo’ak’s bicep as he pushes his hips down into you.

Lo’ak pauses. “What?”

“Come on, you wanted to talk a big game. Let’s see how long you really last.” Your grin is devilish, edged with excitement and desire as you trail your fingers teasingly across the muscle of his arms. You delight in the little shiver that passes through him.

“Wouldn’t you rather be the one to touch me?” His voice is raspy, breathless as he nibbles along the curve of your neck.

“Oh, where’s the fun in that, pretty boy?” You bite your lip in a grin, resting your forehead along his own. “We want this to be a fair trial, and having my skilled hands on you could definitely skew the results.”

Lo’ak laughs, removing his hand reluctantly from your ribs to palm along his own cock. “Fine, no touching. For your results.”

You can feel yourself steadily losing control as you lean back and watch Lo’ak—the way he teasingly trails his fingers down his own chest and across his cock, the little gasp he lets out when he tightens his fingers around the base, the desperate hitching of his hips as he keeps his eyes firmly on you as he works himself over.

Lo’ak’s eyes flick expectantly towards your own hard cock, moaning loud as he finally sees you grip yourself in your palm. You’re so sensitive and it’s been so long, each touch feels magnified with Lo’ak above you, watching your every move with panting breaths. Lo’ak slows his movements on himself a bit, moving to grip himself at the swollen base of his cock. His reaction is immediate, a deep groan vibrating through his chest as his eyes roll a bit.

You tighten your grip on the base, heat shooting through you as you drink in the sounds of Lo’ak’s moans. Fuck, of course he’s loud. Your lips brush against his own as you speak. “Jesus, the sounds you make are fucking incredible.”

A knowing smile reaches across Lo’ak’s flushed face. He parts his lips to run over yours, drinking in the sigh you let out. “Really? Well, you’ve got a pretty incredible mouth too.”

“S-shut up-” You gasp. You know you should go slow because some stupid part of you still wants to win, to make Lo’ak come undone first because of you. Yet, you can’t help the way your fist tightens at each wet little gasp coming from Lo’ak’s mouth, the way your hand quickens around yourself as you watch his pretty cock move through his fist.

“It’s true. You don’t know how many times I’ve done this thinking of your stupid smart mouth, how it would feel.” Your breath hitches at Lo’ak’s words, each breath emphasized with the roll of his hips into his own fist.

“Oh, oh, shit.” You know your desperation is seeping into your tone, suppressed moans barely being hidden by your gritted teeth. You’ve always been weak to Lo’ak, and now is no exception, especially now with the admission that he’s thought of you before.

“You look so sexy like this, all spread out under me. You know, you’re always calling me pretty boy but you’re putting me to shame here, narlor.” Lo’ak’s eyes are hazy but calculating, watching each expression on your face as the filth he’s saying echoes into the air around you. He has a look in his eye, like he knows he’s winning.

“Oh fuck you.” You groan, your hips moving desperately up into your hand. You can feel the heat of Lo’ak’s body encompassing you, the head of your cock brushing against his leg with each movement of your hips. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Hah, really?” Lo’ak gasps. The sly grin that comes across his face is all the confirmation you need.

“You’re trying to get me off, by…by saying that stuff. I-it’s cheating.” You moan as your fingers snag against the head of your cock, catching the precum leaking from your tip to slicken the slide of your fist.

“Oh, that wasn’t in the rules,” he teases, licking a stripe up your neck. He lowers himself closer to you, the head of his cock bumping against your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. “Not my fault I can’t stop thinking how perfect you’d feel wrapped around me.”

Fuck, you don’t know if he means your mouth or your ass but it really doesn’t matter, either one of the images sending your brain into a frenzy. A moan rips through you, fingers twisting around your cock. It’s so easy to picture how Lo’ak would look inside you, or how he would fall apart on your fingers. It has you hurtling dangerously close to the edge.

Your breath quickens as you look up into Lo’ak’s eyes, dark pools ringed with the slightest amount of gold. His tail coils around himself, wrapping possessively around your shin.

“Fuck, look at you. It’s like you’re out of a wet dream.” Lo’ak grits his teeth, pushing his cock up against you as he strokes himself. You can see the slick from his slit dripping across his cock and down his thighs, a sweet and musky smell coating the air.

“Hah, have a lot of d-dreams about me?” You tease, but your voice is thready, more pleading than asking.

He grins against your lips. “Maybe. Wouldn’t you like to know.”

And fuck the thought has you reeling. It’s so easy to see Lo’ak in your mind, waking up hot and needy to dirty thoughts of you, half-asleep as he stuffs a fist in his mouth and strokes himself to completion with your name on his lips.

“S-shit, shit, Lo’ak, I-” your breaths come in quick gasps, too turned on to care about any embarrassing sounds that are leaking from your throat.Your body is thrumming with energy as heat coils tightly in your stomach.

“I want you to come, narlor. Right now, on me.” Lo’ak groans and you can feel his fist bumping into your hip with his rapid movements. Your eyes are clenched shut, riding the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm

“Come, let me see it. Now.” His voice is urgent, pleading.

“Oh, f—uh-”

The muscles in your thighs clench as you buck up into your fist, your cock bumping Lo’ak as you come across your fist and stomach, smearing your release onto your partner with each movement onto Lo’ak. Your nails dig into the skin of his shoulder, a moan tumbling from your throat as you come harder than you ever had. Maybe there was something to Lo’ak’s theory about Na’vi cock after all.

Lo’ak isn’t far behind you, panting into your mouth as his hips move unsteadily against you. His throat strains around a loud groan, and you’re able to open your eyes just soon enough to see his face scrunch in pleasure, ears twitching with each rolling wave of pleasure pulsing through him.

You try to commit the look to memory, down to the lopsided and dopey grin that stretches across his face. Lo’ak sighs with satisfaction, his dirty hand coming to rub softly across your hip. “Told you I would win.”

You can’t help the giddy smile that comes across your face, giving a peck to his grinning lips. “Best two out of three?”

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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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woozi boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: posting jihoon's boyfriend headcanons next as requested!! i am SO endeared by him <333 i'd trust him with my life tbh and i just know i'd feel safe if i had him around like he's a top-tier protector while also being a silly billy :,-) pics not mine !

content: fluff | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!jihoon x gn!reader | requests: open

after writing this, i want nothing more than to see jihoon smile and give me an endearing head pat :,-( please enjoy <333

our music boy!!! hard-working king!!!! talented icon!!!!

he's so cool in every way except for when it comes to you

he just melts at the sight of you

like he's cool on the outside but anyone who knows him knows that he's losing it over how much he loves you

tbh even people who don't know him all that well can see very recognizable heart eyes

he just looks at you with so much adoration and fondness and it SHOWS <333

sometimes when you're speaking to him, especially about things you're passionate about, there will be pauses before he responds

it's not because he isn't listening. it's the complete opposite !!

he's so immersed in your thoughts, your voice, your movements, your words, that he has to find his way back to earth before he can speak

and honestly, if it weren't for the fact that it proves to you he is listening and encourages you to continue speaking, he'd stay completely silent during times like these

he's in awe of you and he wants to stay that way forever

jihoon gets flustered by you constantly

the butterflies he felt when he first saw you never go away

they actually get stronger over time because the more he realizes he loves you the more those butterflies of elation swarm inside him

this is one of the many inspirations he finds in you for music

he actually writes lots of songs about you but he is so nervous to tell you about it each time so he doesn't tell you beforehand he just plays the song for you when he thinks it's ready

while he doesn't directly say it's about you, you know it is about you because he slipped a phrase you two always say to each other in there or he references a favorite song/idea/sound/item of yours in the verse

in response, you give him a lil squeeze on his hand or a kiss on the cheek or a smile that shows him with certainty you love and cherish how he incorporated you into his work again

it all goes unsaid, be he can feel through these exchanges that you feel the depth of his love

his heart is FULL!!!!

he is blushing, but he fights with all his might to act like he isn't blushing

jihoon actually blushes any time you compliment him because he is so soft for you :,-)

he will also completely short circuit if he hears you singing or humming a song he made

it catches him off-guard and he's standing there like :-0

he's so precious <33333

jihoon's also the silliest boy with you

he laughs SO hard whenever you make a joke

like i'm talking open mouth, loud, PUAHAHAH energy

he cannot contain it he thinks you're so funny and delightful

loves teasing you so much. he knows it'll get a laugh out of you, which is one of his favorite sounds in the universe, and he just loves being playful with you even if it means roasting you

jihoon will also do slapstick, dad jokes, or other ridiculous humor antics to make you laugh

he's actually so funny like !!! you're never going to feel bored again you've got a true entertainer with you 25/8

the entertainment carries over to when he tells stories about you

they're so animated and his descriptions of you are so vivid that seventeen actually feel as though they know you before they meet you

a few members comment "wow, he got your voice exactly how it sounds!" and "he wasn't kidding. you do get that look in your eyes when you tell a joke!" and so on

i'm putting my money on soonyoung, seungkwan, and chan to expose him like this

you're shocked because ??? how often did he talk about you ???

when you turn to look at jihoon he's a blushing mess and waving his hand in the air and chuckling to act as though it isn't a big deal

when you turn away he is giving Death Glares to everyone else but they're just laughing because they've never seen him more enamored before and it's the perfect fuel for teasing him <3

his hugs engulf you

even the slightest of hugs leave you feeling completely wrapped up in his embrace. he holds you with so much care and attention that even a light brush of his hand on your shoulder makes you feel so wonderfully warm

when he's sleepy he is definitely nuzzling his head into your shoulder/neck/etc like he wants the world to disappear and you are his escape !!! his comfort !!! i'm sobbing now

he's often softly tapping your shoulder to get your attention without disrupting whatever you're watching/reading/etc because he wants your attention but would never take it without you being willing to give it

stop why is he so cute and gentle :-(

whenever you two are sitting, lying, or standing near each other, he'll mindlessly drum his fingers against you like he's playing the piano

woozi will always sing you to sleep if you ask

like yes he'll resist at first because he's a lil shy but he's not going to say "no" when he knows how much it'll comfort you

he thinks there are few things better than the sound of your contented sighs as you drift into sleep and the look on your face when you finally fall into a deep slumber

while he sings to you, he will play with your hair, give you sweet little pets, and soothingly rub your arms/back <3

he will never let you down

whether it's picking up every item on your grocery list

or being by your side during a hard time

he. is. there.

nothing would break his heart more than you feeling alone or unsupported

you always make him feel grounded, and he constantly works to reciprocate that for you

he is genuinely such a solid partner. he's your rock in the truest sense of the word, and the trust between you two is otherworldly

while there are always butterflies and new experiences shared between you, there has, from day one, been a sense of sureness there too

your relationship feels so real and so right

woozi's love is strong. through the ups and downs, his love for you never wavers, and he never lets you doubt his sincerity towards you

tbh i think he really desires security with you

one of the first times he's very vulnerable with you, probably late at night while in the studio because there's a specific intimacy you find together in that space, he admits to you that he really wants someone you to feel sure of him

you were sure of him before then, but, in that moment when he completely opened up, you knew, more than anything, you were sure of him

and all it took was the grasp of your hand, the look in your eyes, and the words i'm sure of you, jihoon for him to know that you felt everything toward him that he felt about you

from then on, so much of your relationship goes unsaid

because you two feel it and know it so deeply that it doesn't need to be expressed

however, jihoon never misses an opportunity to express his love and appreciation for you

he's very much the type to be lovey dovey when he's feeling soft

like this boy could give you a toothache with his sweetness

and he's smiling that angelic smile the whole time i'm biting my fist pLEASE

if you ask him to do aegyo, he'll do it in a heartbeat

you show this off in front of seventeen and they're DYING and they expect woozi to say something but he's not fazed like obviously he's doing aegyo ?? what else is he supposed to do when the love of his life asks him to act cute ??

the answer is do aegyo, obviously.

jihoon is simply the most romantic and sincere partner you could ask for. he's dedicated to you, heart and soul, and he proves that every day by being there for you

sorry i have to go and read some poetry because loving and being loved by jihoon would simply be the most beautiful thing in the world

i hope everyone gets the jihoon they deserve <3

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🧊 with nico <3

NOOO NOT NICO ANGST. IM GONNA THROW UP AND CRY, i love writing angst sm tho

im not the biggest fan of cheating plots but i've been listening to 'babe' by taylor on repeat for like 3 weeks straight, blame tay not me 🫢😗

there is calm after every storm, the quiet and peacefulness. the sky, once a tranquil painting of sky blue, now darkened with dark clouds that rolled like giant ships into an angry sea.

distant thunder echoed through a valley, quickening heartbeats. the air grew thick with tension, carrying the scent of rain and electricity. the wind rustled leaves and branches, whispering secrets only the brave dared to hear. rain, at first hesitant, intensified, assaulting the earth. lightning streaked the sky, revealing nature's wild dance. amidst chaos, beauty bloomed. the storm's fury held an undeniable allure, a reminder of nature's power.

there is calm after every storm, the quiet and peacefulness that follows the tempest. but in that moment, as nature waged its war, the world trembled, and the storm reigned supreme.

and that's exactly what happened with you and nico; a storm, the biggest storm possible. the very worst kind, relentless downpour of broken promises and the dissolution of a once-loving relationship.

in the wake of the turmoil, the skies above your hearts darkened with resentment and disappointment. the thunderous echoes of arguments and unspoken grievances reverberated in the spaces between you. just like a storm, it arrived without warning, tearing through the tranquility that once defined your love.

the tension in your connection grew as thick as the humid air before a summer shower. words, like angry gusts of wind, whipped through your conversations, leaving wounds that would refuse to heal. you both grasped at the fragments of your past, trying to piece together what had once been beautiful. but it seemed as though every effort you made only fueled a storm's rage.

lightning strikes of resentment and hurt lit up your interactions, revealing the jagged edges of your broken love. the storm of emotions seemed unending that left you drenched in sorrow and confusion.

there's always calm after a storm, a sense of peace that follows even the most tempestuous of times. but in that cold moment, as you and nico stared at one another, there seemed to be no calm.

the image kept replaying in your mind; the girl's hands on what he promised was only yours, her fingers running through his soft hair as she stared into his once beautiful and innocent eyes; your favorite thing on his face.

it was a betrayal that cut deeper than any words could ever convey, leaving an extensive gap between you and nico. in that silence, there was no solace, no reassurance, only the painful awareness that the storm within your relationship was caused because of him.

it wasn't just the physicality of their connection that hurt the most; it was the emotional intimacy that gnawed at your soul. those hands that once traced your body with affection now caressed another, you saw a connection that cut deeper than any physical act. it was the emotional betrayal that tore at your heart, a betrayal of trust and shared moments.

you would have almost preferred it to be purely physical, something purely carnal that could be dismissed. but it wasn't just that; it was the depth of their emotional connection that had been breached. it was the shared secrets, the whispered dreams, and the cherished memories that now felt tainted, forever marred by the storm within their relationship, a storm caused by him. it felt like a betrayal of the soul, as if he had given away something that was meant only for you.

his beauty was always undeniable, everyone knew that. he had the prettiest of eyes, the most precious smile and most importantly, the biggest of hearts. that's why it hurt so much, watching him be so careless with your heart.

his carelessness felt like a betrayal of everything he was supposed to represent ─ kindness, compassion, and love. the pain of seeing him treat your heart so thoughtlessly cut to the core, leaving a wound that was felt never-ending, that felt like it would never heal.

his eyes had once been a safe haven, a place where she found solace and comfort. but now, when she gazed into them, the kindness she once saw had faded. they no longer held the same warmth, the same promise of security. instead, they seemed cloudy, their depths concealing secrets and uncertainties like a storm that has yet to be studied. those eyes, once a source of unwavering trust, now left her feeling adrift in a storm of doubt.

silence hung heavy in the room as nico packed his belongings. it was as if the gravity of your pain didn't register with him, or maybe he just didn't care. you even would've considered giving him another chance, fighting to salvage what was left of your relationship, but it appeared that he had made up his mind. he was willing to walk away, to leave you behind for her, and that realization cut deeper than any words could ever convey.

as nico zipped up his bag and slung it over his shoulder, he turned to face you. his expression was unreadable, a stark contrast to the countless emotions swirling within you. his once familiar and comforting presence now felt foreign and distant.

"how could you do this?" " your voice carried the weight of a hundred emotions, from the searing pain of betrayal to the disbelief that the person she loved could cause such hurt.

in that moment, you realized that some storms couldn't be weathered, some betrayals couldn't be forgiven, and some love stories were destined for an agonizing end.

nico turned away and walked out of your life, leaving behind a void that no amount of time or healing could ever fill. the storm had passed, but the damage it had wrought would linger, a painful reminder of a love that was, and a love that would never be again.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

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