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[inferno-0]

Worth a shot to ask this but is there anyway you can do a King Ghidorah fluff? It’s nice once in a while to see this big three headed hydra have some love

I wanted to post it yesterday, but there was some kind of error in the publication...

| KING GHIDORAH x Human!Reader | - One Moment (Fluff)

╰┈➤ Warning: English is not my native language.

A hot stream of air enveloped you from all sides, forcing you to bend your back from the harsh heat.

The peace and quiet that hovered between you and the three heads was stunning, one might even say rare. Usually there were disputes and certain conflicts that came into force for the rights of each head in one body, but such was the fate of Ghidorah. Sometimes it can be fixed, and sometimes it can't. Ichi's silence did not surprise you any more than Ni. San was basically always silent, especially when there was a fight, his attention was more focused on you than on the other two brothers. This situation is very common for the four of you. And this day, as it turned out, pleased you greatly.

An unexpected calm has covered Ghidora and he does not even intend to awaken the leader on the island in himself or somehow scare away Godzilla, who sometimes swims by, controlling his behavior. You smiled as you continued to stroke Ichi. Running along its jaw and slowly guiding its fingers to its horns, the middle head growled, but not as a sign of irritation. "Do you feel good, huh?" ── Ichi didn't even move a muscle to scare you away and bite the air from your side. Snapping his teeth, he closed his eyes, still feeling your hands on him. After all, this tomboy surprises you more and more. A little more, and it will melt under your touch.

Ni, who was watching Ichi's behavior, grinned. His brother is lazy today. I think next time, he won't stop teasing. Although Sun thinks about it in a completely different way. His nose has been hitting the Earth for the umpteenth time, trying to get the attention he wants from you as soon as possible. "Guys, have patience." ── Ichi growled contentedly again as he looked at poor San digging a hole. At the moment, he is not at all interested in Ni's opinion on this matter. He knows that he also wants you, he just can't cross the line of pride yet. The middle head switched to you for a second, looking into your focused eyes. Still afraid to make an extra move? Or have you already done it, just he didn't notice the difference?

Her fingers glided gently over his scales, returning to his jaw again. Ichi instantly forgot about his thoughts, sighing again from the sensations. Suddenly, someone else's vibration hammered into his face. The shadow of the Right Head blocked the vision of the Middle Head. You roll your eyes, feeling the texture of the muzzle on your back, which is actively breathing into your t-shirt. ── "San, I'll give you time, please be patient"

A disappointed groan made you and Ichi chuckle. Such days are still more to your liking.

[selfless-solipsist]

°˖✧ The McYum's ✧˖° [Brad Starlight]

「 ✦ "Fear not, fair maiden. I shall vanquish this... culinary beast."✦ 」

╰┈➤ Brad Starlight x Female Reader ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

Basically: Sir, this is a McYum's...

The midday rush at "McYum's Galactic Bites" was a symphony of chaos. The faint sizzle of grease harmonized with the mechanical droning of the fryer, and the smell of overly salty fries mingled with the faint whiff of cleaning fluid that was barely masking the shame of spilled soda. You stood at the drive-thru window, your expression as lively as a boulder, staring blankly out into the horizon of the parking lot as if contemplating the vastness of the universe—or maybe just waiting for the sweet release of your shift ending.

"Welcome to McYum's," you droned into the mic with the enthusiasm of a deflated balloon. "Where your hunger goes to die and our dreams went first. Can I take your order?"

Before the crackling speaker could belch out another complaint about soggy fries, a rumbling noise came into earshot. It grew louder, more dramatic, like someone had cranked up the bass on a particularly intense soap opera soundtrack. And then you saw it.

A motorcycle-esque vehicle roared into the drive-thru lane, shining so obnoxiously it could have blinded a star. Sitting astride the metallic monstrosity was a man who looked like he had just escaped a Renaissance festival and gotten lost in space. He was decked out in red knightly armor that practically sparkled with smugness, his billowing blue cape trailing behind him like it had been professionally wind-blown for dramatic effect. His chin, oh his chin, jutted forward like it was auditioning for a role as the eighth wonder of the universe. His vehicle screeched to a halt with all the flair of a low-budget action movie. And then he struck a pose, casually flipping back his white hair as if the sun itself had requested a better look. A sword dangled at his hip, because of course it did.

You stared at him, unblinking, your face as expressive as a Moai statue.

"Ah-ha!" the man bellowed, voice dripping with grandeur. "I, Sir Brad Starlight, have arrived! Fear not, fair maiden, for your suffering is at an end!"

Your brow twitched, just barely. It was the only sign that you were, in fact, still alive. Internally, however, you were holding back the kind of laugh that bubbles up when someone trips in slow motion. This guy? Really?

Not taking into account the fact that you didn't swoon, he leapt off his bike as if he were dismounting a dragon. He stomped toward the drive-thru window, his boots clicking dramatically on the greasy asphalt. "How could such a radiant jewel of grace and beauty be trapped in a place so... so wretched?" He gestured wildly at the McYum's logo, his lip curling like it had personally offended him. "This—this is no place for a princess! You should be in a castle, surrounded by adoring subjects! Not slinging... what is that, fries?" He leaned in, squinting at the bag sitting on the counter. "Do people actually eatthose?"

You said nothing. Your face was a perfect mask of apathy, but inside, you were howling. A princess? You? Did this guy not see the ketchup stain on your apron that looked suspiciously like it spelled "help me"?

"Say no more!" Brad declared, pointing his sword (yes, his sword) toward the sky. "I, Sir Brad Starlight, shall rescue you from this culinary dungeon! You deserve better! I shall build you a throne from the finest star metals and drape you in fabrics woven from nebula dust!" He turned back to you, grinning as if he had just solved every problem in the universe. "Now, fair maiden, tell me—who has ensnared you here? Was it a vile sorcerer? An evil king? A... uh... corporate overlord?"

"Corporate overlord," you deadpanned, finally speaking. "I work Tuesdays through Saturdays."

Brad blinked, clearly thrown off by your monotone. "Er... what?"

You shrugged, staring at him like he was an overenthusiastic puppy. "I clock in, I clock out. Rinse and repeat. You want fries or what?"

His jaw dropped. "Fries? Fries?! I offer you salvation, and you offer me fries?!"

"Medium or large?" you replied, stone-faced, though inside you were losing it. This guy was a gift. A ridiculous, over-the-top gift.

He clutched his chest as if you had just stabbed him. "Alas! Such wit, such resilience! Truly, your spirit shines brighter than any star!"

Oh, this was going to be good.

Brad leaned closer to the drive-thru window, his chin now so prominently displayed that it could have been sold as a limited-edition collectible. "Fair maiden," he said in a tone so dripping with drama that you were concerned it might short-circuit the fryer behind you, "do not let this foul grease pit extinguish your inner light. I shall not stand idly by as you are crushed beneath the weight of—"

"Minimum wage?" you interrupted, raising an eyebrow.

He gasped like you had just slapped him with a soggy burger bun. "Yes! That is it exactly! Such injustice is unacceptable. A creature as luminous as you deserves only the finest treasures the cosmos has to offer." He straightened, his armor creaking audibly, and held his hand aloft as if summoning a dramatic orchestra. "From this day forward, I vow to—"

"You're holding up the line," you said flatly, jerking your thumb toward the car behind him, where an angry alien with three heads was gesturing wildly at its watch.

Brad didn't even glance back. "Let them wait! For this is a matter of destiny!" He whipped out his again sword and pointed it directly at the McYum's sign, as if preparing to challenge it to a duel. "No maiden of noble bearing should suffer under the tyranny of the fry basket. Nay, I say! Nay!"

"Right," you said, folding your arms across your chest. "Because slinging fries is the greatest hardship in the galaxy. Totally worse than space pirates or laser dragons."

His eyes lit up, and for a moment, you worried he might actually combust. "You've faced laser dragons?!" he exclaimed, his voice climbing several octaves in excitement. "Of course you have! Such a feat is fitting for one as extraordinary as you!"

You stared at him, deadpan, your expression betraying nothing even as your inner monologue screamed, Is this guy for real? "Yeah. Big scary lizard. Glows in the dark. Real terrifying." You reached for the soda machine and poured yourself a drink. "You want a cup of water or something? You're gonna dehydrate with all that yelling."

"Water?" Brad recoiled, aghast. "No! A knight does not require such mortal sustenance. My strength is drawn from my noble cause and my devotion to—"

He trailed off as the intercom crackled to life behind you. "Order 42 is up!" your coworker barked, their voice so monotone it made yours sound like a motivational speaker.

You turned away from the guy for a moment, grabbed the bag of food, and slid it out to the waiting alien in the car behind him, who muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "about time." Then you turned back to Brad, who was now dramatically leaning against the drive-thru window like he was auditioning for a romance novel cover.

"I meant what I said," he declared, his voice dropping to a heroic whisper. "You deserve more than this life of servitude. Let me take you away from here. We'll ride into the stars together, where no fryer oil can touch you."

You took a long, slow sip from your soda. The silence stretched out as he waited, his hopeful gaze locked on yours like he was expecting you to leap into his arms and declare your undying gratitude. Instead, you said, "Does that thing even get good mileage?" and nodded at his shiny motorcycle-like contraption.

Brad blinked, clearly not prepared for this particular twist in the script. "Uh, well, it's not about the mileage, you see. It's about the—"

"Gas prices are crazy right now," you cut in, still stone-faced. "Just saying."

At that he looked like his brain had just short-circuited. "I... er... that is to say..." He fumbled for a response, his previously endless confidence suddenly sputtering like a flickering lightbulb.

You leaned on the counter, watching him flounder with the faintest hint of amusement in your otherwise blank stare. "You sure you're ready for a whole princess if you can't even budget for gas?"

He sputtered something incomprehensible, his face turning redder than the ketchup packets lining the counter. It was the most entertainment you had had all week. Then, he stumbled back, clearly caught off guard, as if you had just punched his ego square in its very shiny armor-plated gut. His hand reflexively went to his sword, gripping it dramatically, like he might challenge you to a duel over your insult to his...honor?Wallet? It was unclear. "A knight's steed is not measured by mere practicality!" he proclaimed, his voice quivering slightly from the sheer force of his indignation. "It is a symbol! A testament to one's bravery, gallantry, and style!"

You tilted your head slightly, your expression still resembling that of a marble bust at a museum, the faintest hint of a smirk threatening to break through. "Oh, yeah. Super gallant. Nothing screams 'hero' like a half-empty tank of gas."

Brad clutched his chest, dramatically gasping as though you had just struck him with the harsh truth of the universe. "You wound me, fair maiden! Are you suggesting that I, Sir Brad Starlight, am unworthy of whisking you away to a life of splendor?"

"Not unworthy," you said, stirring your soda lazily with the straw. "Just impractical. What's the plan, Sir Shiny? Ride off into the sunset on that thing and hope there's a space gas station between here and wherever you think princesses hang out?"

He floundered for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, before regaining his footing. He pointed at you with renewed fervor, clearly deciding that defeat by logic was not on today's menu. "Do not underestimate the ingenuity of a true hero! My destiny will pave the way, fueled by courage and—"

"Diesel?" you offered flatly.

He froze, his grand proclamation derailed yet again. "N-No! Not diesel! I use... uh..." His eyes darted to the sleek controls of his vehicle. "...Space Hero Fuel. Yes! A special blend, rare and expensive, but perfect for heroic journeys!"

You blinked at him, unmoved. "Right. And how much is that a gallon?"

Brad faltered, his hand dropping to his side. He muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like "a lot," but then, as if remembering his shining mission, he straightened up again and struck another pose. "No matter! A knight does not concern himself with such trivialities! The road to heroism is paved with sacrifices."

"Bet the sacrifices are just your credit score," you muttered, mostly to yourself.

He didn't seem to hear you, or maybe he was just ignoring it as he carried on with his impassioned tirade. "Fret not, my lady! For even if my noble steed should falter, my resolve shall never waver! You deserve to be swept off your feet, away from this dismal existence, and into a world of—"

"Yeah, yeah, splendor and blah blah blah," you interrupted, leaning against the counter and gesturing vaguely. "So, you want a milkshake or what?"

The question hit Brad like a slap in the face. He blinked at you, utterly baffled. "Milkshake? Milkshake?! Do you not grasp the gravity of my offer? I am here to rescue you, not partake in... in frozen dairy beverages!"

"Your loss," you said, taking another long sip of your soda with the enthusiasm of someone who no longer cared about any of this. "Our milkshakes are the best thing here. Might even rival your space hero fuel."

Brad's face twitched, caught between offense and intrigue. "Rival? Surely, you jest."

You smirked, just barely. "Try it and find out."

There was a long, tense pause. He stared at you, as if weighing the options in his very shiny, very dramatic brain. He glanced back at his "steed," then at the McYum's menu, then back at you. Slowly, with a mix of hesitation and indignation, he reached into his armor and pulled out a glittery pouch. "Fine," he said, huffing like a sulking child. "One milkshake. But only because I, Sir Brad Starlight, am unafraid to explore new frontiers."

Swiftly, you turned and made one, and then handed him the milkshake with all the enthusiasm of a DMV employee handing out license renewals. "Enjoy your 'new frontier,' Sir Shiny."

Brad took the beverage, clearly unsure how to hold it in one hand while still maintaining his heroic air. He sipped cautiously through the straw, his eyes widening slightly as the taste hit him. Then, he froze, locking eyes with you like you had just handed him a trophy for his 'good deeds'.

"This..." he whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "...is delicious."

...

"Cool," you said, deadpan. "That'll be $3.99."

The awkward silence after your delivery  hung in the air like a particularly pungent batch of over-fried chicken nuggets. Starlight froze mid-sip, his glittery little pouch suddenly looking very empty as he patted it with increasing desperation. His smug, heroic aura deflated like a balloon losing air, complete with a mental phhhhbbbttt sound effect. "Well," he said, dragging out the word as he desperately fished through the pouches on his armor, pulling out random nonsense like a crumpled map labeled "Quest for the Ultimate Comb" and a shiny rock that was probably just tinfoil. "I, uh... it seems my, uh, royal treasury is currently... indisposed."

You didn't even blink. "No cash?"

Brad stiffened, clearly offended by the notion. "A knight doesn't need cash! He needs... valor! And, uh, occasionally a generous benefactor..."

Before you could reply, the sound of a door being slammed open rattled through the kitchen like the ominous tolling of a death knell. The air grew thick with tension, as though the grease-soaked walls themselves were holding their breath. And then, like the wrath of a thousand suns compressed into a single being...

...Big Hal emerged from the shadows of the employee room.

Built like he had bench-pressed planets for fun, Hal was less a man and more a towering slab of cosmic intimidation. His McYum's Galactic Bites hat sat on his head like a crown of doom, and the golden arches embroidered on his shirt glowed with the malevolent aura of someone who had seen things. The mere sound of his boots against the tile floor sent shivers down the spines of the entire kitchen staff. Somewhere in the back, a fry cook dropped a basket into the oil out of sheer fear.

Brad turned toward the sound, only to immediately regret it. "By the stars," he whispered, his voice quivering. "An ogre..."

Hal's booming voice cut through the drive-thru lane like a laser cannon. "WHO THE HELL IS HOLDING UP THE LINE?"

Every single alien in the parking lot immediately stopped honking, the atmosphere plunging into absolute silence. Hal's eyes zeroed in on the 'knight', his gaze so intense it could have curdled the milkshake Brad was still holding. Without breaking stride, your boss stomped past the counter, stepped through the drive-thru window like it wasn't even there, and landed outside with a crash that made the ground tremble.

Brad, for all his delusions of grandeur, actually squeaked. "Stay back, foul beast! I am Sir Brad Starlight, champion of—"

Hal didn't wait for the rest. He never did.

With a single, Herculean movement, he grabbed the pretty boy by the back of his flashy cape, hoisted him like he weighed nothing, and hurled him through the broken drive-thru window. Brad sailed through the air with all the grace of a bowling ball someone had dipped in glitter. Yet somehow, mid-flight, he managed to twist his body into a pose that could only be described as "cover model for Cosmic Hero Weekly." One hand brushed his hair dramatically, his other rested on his hip, and he gave you a wink as he soared past.

You stared at him, unimpressed, as he crashed into the tile floor next to you with a sound that could have been a combination of armor, dignity, a milkshake, and misplaced confidence shattering simultaneously.

Hal stepped through the window with a menacing calm that made the entire restaurant fall silent. He pointed a finger at you, then at Brad, whose attempt to push himself up resulted in him sliding comically on the slick floor. "You," He barked, his voice reverberating like the wrath of an angry god. "Off drive-thru duty. You're supervising the newbie."

You blinked, pointing at Brad like you wanted to confirm the obvious. "This guy?"

"Yes," Hal growled, looming over the hero, who was now frantically trying to pose while scrambling to his feet. "If he wants to freeload our milkshakes, he's going to earn it. Get his ass a uniform."

Bradley looked up at 'the ogre' with wide, horrified eyes. "But I'm a knight! Knights do not—"

Hal bent down, getting right in his face. The sheer force of his glare made Brad visibly wilt. "Knights don't freeload either. You've got five seconds to put on a hat before I make you."

At that the self-proclaimed knight gulped audibly, then glanced at you like you might save him. You sipped your soda with the slow deliberation of someone who wasn't paid nearly enough to intervene. Then, before he could utter another dramatic protest, Hal turned to the counter, grabbed a McYum's Galactic Bites shirt and hat—standard issue, a dull maroon shade that could make even the most flamboyant knight look like they had given up on life—and hurled them at Brad with the precision of a sharpshooter. The items hit him square in the chest with a satisfying thwack,sending him stumbling back a step.

"You've got ten seconds to suit up," Hal growled, looming over Brad like a brick wall that had decided to take up yelling as a hobby. "And if I see one wrinkle, you're scrubbing fry grease off the ceiling!"

Brad caught the shirt, clearly mortified, and held it at arm's length like it might burn him. "But—this—this is an insult to my knighthood!" he sputtered, his face turning red. "I am Sir Brad Starlight! Defender of—"

"Five seconds," Hal interrupted, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

Brad froze, looking from the shirt to Hal and then to you, as if hoping you might step in and restore his dignity in the end. You took another long sip of your soda, your face betraying nothing, but internally? Oh, you were cackling. This was the most entertainment you had had since that time someone accidentally set the deep fryer on fire by trying to cook a frozen pizza.

So finally, with all the reluctance of a man being marched to his doom, the knight sighed dramatically and got up. "Fine," he muttered, puffing out his chest. "But know this: I do this not because I fear you, ogre, but because a true knight is adaptable and—"

"Four seconds," Hal said flatly.

Brad huffed and began unbuckling the various bits of his armor, tossing them onto the floor with a series of loud clanks. As the pieces came off, you couldn't help but notice... well, let's just say he had been doing more than polishing his sword. His physique was, annoyingly, exactly what you would expect from someone so obsessed with themselves—muscular, and entirely too distracting.

Your grip on your soda tightened slightly as you suddenly became very interested in drinking it.

Faster. Much faster.

Brad peeled off the cape next, tossing it over his shoulder in what he probably thought was a suave move but ended up draping it over the soda machine instead. Finally, he yanked on the maroon McYum's shirt with the flair of someone donning battle armor, the hat perched haphazardly on his head like it was offended to be there. He looked down at himself, visibly horrified. "I look like... like a peasant!" he wailed, tugging at the ill-fitting shirt. "This is outrageous!"

You cleared your throat, your voice coming out slightly tighter than usual. "Welcome to the club. Want a name tag, too?"

Hal, who had been watching the entire ordeal with the patience of a particularly grumpy volcano, finally nodded. "Good. Now, since you're already dressed like a fry cook, you're making the fries."

Brad's eyes widened in horror. "What? No! A knight's hands are not meant for—"

"Make the fries," The ogre said, his voice dropping to a tone so low and dangerous it could have made a black hole nervous. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, his heavy footsteps echoing through the kitchen as everyone else collectively exhaled in relief. You couldn't help but notice that even the fryer seemed quieter in his absence, like it, too, was afraid of him. After, you glanced at Brad, who was standing there slack-jawed, his sword still at his side, as if the sheer weight of the fryer's existence was breaking his brain. With a sigh, you stepped over to him, your soda now empty after your frantic chugging spree.

"C'mon, newbie," you said, grabbing the nearest bag of frozen fries and holding it out to him. "Time to get your hands dirty."

Brad stared at the bag like it was a dragon egg. "You can't be serious."

"Oh, I'm serious," you said, smirking ever so slightly. "Think of it as a quest. Only instead of saving a princess, you're saving the lunch rush. Heroic, right?"

His face twisted with a mix of indignation and reluctant acceptance. "...Fine. But I do this under protest." He snatched the bag from your hands with a flourish, clearly trying to make even this menial task look like part of some noble ritual.

And as he dramatically prepared to dump the fries into the fryer, you leaned against the counter, watching him with that same stone-faced expression you had perfected over years of working at McYum's. Inside, though? You were losing it. This was going to be the longest, most ridiculous shift of your life. Brad hefted the bag of frozen fries like it weighed as much as his over-inflated ego, glancing nervously at the fryer. The bubbling oil popped and hissed menacingly, and he took a step back, clutching the bag like it was about to leap out of his hands and attack.

"This... contraption," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "is clearly enchanted by a dark wizard. I can sense its malice."

You raised an eyebrow, already grabbing another soda from the machine. "It's hot oil. Not exactly a cursed chalice."

He ignored you, straightening his back and dramatically rolling up the sleeves of his ill-fitting McYum's shirt. "Fear not, fair maiden. I shall vanquish this... culinary beast." He hesitated, then added under his breath, "How do you vanquish a culinary beast?"

You leaned against the counter again, sipping your drink and watching the show. "You dump the fries in. Slowly, unless you want third-degree burns and a really bad day."

Brad turned toward you, his face an exaggerated mask of disbelief. "You mean to tell me this... monster can be defeated with such simplicity?"

"Yep," you deadpanned. "Legend says those who survive gain ten percent employee discounts and a lifetime of disappointment."

He visibly shuddered but squared his shoulders, clearly determined to see this through. He ripped the bag open with a flourish, fries spilling dramatically onto the counter like a wave of potato-based tragedy. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Then, he grabbed a handful of fries, his movements exaggerated and knightly, as though each one were a sacred artifact. After taking a deep breath and muttering something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer, he held them out over the fryer. "Sir Brad Starlight fears no scalding foe!" he declared, dumping the fries into the oil with the theatricality of someone tossing treasure into Mount Doom. The fryer responded immediately with a loud sizzle-pop,and Brad yelped, jumping back like he had just touched a live wire. "It's fighting back!"

"It's called cooking," you replied, biting back a grin. "Congratulations, you've started your first batch of fries."

Brad looked at the fryer like it might leap off the counter at any moment, but a flicker of pride crossed his face. "Truly, I have conquered a great evil this day," he said, puffing out his chest.

"Sure, let's go with that," you muttered, setting a timer and turning to grab more supplies.

He, however, wasn't finished basking in his perceived glory. "Mark my words," he continued, "this tale shall be sung across the stars! Sir Brad Starlight, slayer of the Fry Beast! I shall—"

"PRETTY BOY!"

Hal's booming voice echoed from the kitchen doorway, making everyone—including you—flinch. The big man reappeared like a storm cloud rolling into a picnic, glaring daggers at the self-proclaimed knight. "You're on a time limit. If those fries burn, you're eating the cost!"

Brad froze, looking between Hal and the fryer like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner. "Burn? But... but I—"

Hal didn't wait for him to finish. "And if you spill another bag of fries on my floor," he growled, "I'll have you mopping it up with your cape."

His jaw dropped, clearly appalled. "You wouldn't dare—"

"Oh, I would," He snapped, pointing a finger so sharply that it felt like it might physically poke Brad in the chest. "Now focus, or you're scrubbing grease traps till closing."

The 'pretty boy' turned to you, his eyes wide with panic. You gave him a slow, deliberate sip of your soda in response, the universal sign for not my problem. Hal grunted and turned on his heel, stomping back to his office with the authority of a man who could—and would—crush your spirit in under five words. The door slammed behind him, leaving the kitchen in awkward silence.

Brad turned back to you, visibly rattled. "Does he... does he always behave like that?"

"Hal?" You shrugged. "Only when he's in a good mood."

His face paled. "Good mood?"

You smirked just a little. "Welcome to the team, newbie."

The fryer dinged, signaling that the first batch of fries was done. You pointed at it, watching as his eyes darted nervously between the bubbling oil and the basket handle. He reached for it with all the caution of someone disarming a bomb, but when he lifted the basket out and saw the golden fries glistening beneath the fluorescent lights, his face lit up with triumph.

"I did it!" he said, his voice breaking with joy. "I have conquered the Fry Beast!"

"Cool," you said, taking the basket from him and dumping the fries into the warming tray. "Now do it like a hundred more times before lunch rush."

Brad looked like he might cry.

And so it begun. He stood at the fryer, his posture stiff as if he were on the frontlines of a galactic war. Each time he poured another handful of fries into the bubbling oil, he muttered something dramatic under his breath—likely some internal monologue about courage and sacrifice. You were at the counter nearby, packing the fries into their little red cartons with all the enthusiasm of a rock counting raindrops. It was a rhythm, you supposed: Brad dumped, you packed, and the fryer hissed angrily like it wanted a union. Finally, the lunch rush began, and he was starting to sweat. Literally. His face glistened under the heat lamps, his perfectly coiffed hair now slightly frazzled, though he still tried to strike heroic poses whenever he thought you were looking.

"Fair maiden," he whispered as he slid the next basket of fries toward you. "How do you endure such trials daily? The heat, the grease... the ungrateful peasants—err, customers..."

You smirked faintly, not looking up from the order you were packing. "Mostly caffeine and spite."

Brad blinked, visibly processing this. "Spite... as fuel for survival? Fascinating. Perhaps I too could—"

"ORDER UP!" the drive-thru headset screeched, cutting him off and making him jump like someone had set off fireworks behind him.

You grabbed the nearest order bag and passed it out the window to the waiting customer, who, after an obligatory grunt of acknowledgement, peeled out of the parking lot. The next car in line—a bulky alien driving what looked like a spaceship mashed into the shape of a minivan—rolled up with a hiss of hydraulics. You greeted them with your usual deadpan tone. "Welcome to McYum's. Please pull to the next window."

Everything was going relatively smoothly for a galactic fast-food joint until one particular customer—a round, gelatinous alien with three mouths and an attitude the size of a black hole—shuffled up to the counter inside. They slammed their tray down with the fury of a thousand suns. "EXCUSE ME!" one of their mouths bellowed, while the other two smacked in unison like some horrifying applause. "These fries are an insult!"

You glanced at the fries in question. Perfectly golden, not a single one burnt. They looked like they belonged on the cover of a fry enthusiast magazine. "What's wrong with them?" you asked, voice devoid of any energy.

The alien huffed, all three mouths inflating slightly. "They're too salty! I demand a replacement!"

You resisted the urge to sigh. "They're literally salted the same way every batch is salted. By a machine."

"Then your machine is broken!" they snarled, pointing an accusatory... appendage? Tentacle? You weren't sure. "I demand an apology! And new fries!"

Brad, having been eavesdropping from the fryer, decided now was his moment. He stepped forward with a dramatic flourish, his sweat-dampened McYum's uniform clinging to him like a cape of despair. "Fear not, noble customer!" he declared, voice booming across the kitchen. "I, Sir Brad Starlight, shall right this grievous wrong!" You pinched the bridge of your nose as he grabbed the tray of fries and held them aloft like they were the lost Ark of the Covenant. "These... foul impostors of potato perfection shall be replaced with fries worthy of your palate!"

The alien stared at him, three mouths agape, clearly trying to process what on several planets was happening. You leaned against the counter, watching Brad with the detached curiosity of someone observing a strange new species. He spun dramatically toward the fryer, dumping the offending fries with unnecessary flair and tossing a new batch into the oil. "Maiden!" he called, looking over his shoulder at you. "Prepare the sacred cartons! A true knight ensures swift justice!"

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. "It's just fries, Brad."

"To you, perhaps," he said, scoffing, "but to them, it is a matter of honor!"

The alien gurgled something unintelligible that sounded halfway between approval and confusion, and you just shook your head, reaching for a fresh carton. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Sir Spud."

Brad, ignoring the jab, pulled the fresh fries from the fryer with an overly dramatic flourish, shaking the basket like he was performing some sort of ceremonial dance. He tossed the fries into the warming tray, sprinkled salt with a theatrical flick of his wrist, and slid them toward you with a bow. "The fries, fair maiden. Please, package them with the reverence they deserve."

You packed the fries into the carton without even a flicker of expression. "Wow. Incredible. What a hero."

He turned back to the alien, puffing out his chest. "Here you are, good patron. Fries, freshly cooked and salted to perfection. Go forth and enjoy your meal!"

They grabbed the tray, glared at the knight with all three eyes, and muttered, "Finally." They waddled off, leaving you and Brad in an awkward silence.

"Well," Brad said, brushing imaginary dust off his uniform, "that went splendidly, don't you think?"

You glanced at the grease-covered counters, the spilled salt, and the now-empty fryer. "Yeah. A real fairytale ending."

Brad gave you his most dazzling smile. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your soda.

Lunch rush was far from over.

Soon, as you expected, his initial confidence, fueled by the triumph of his "heroic" fry rescue, began to wither under the relentless onslaught of lunchtime chaos. As the line grew longer and the orders more complicated, the cracks in his delusional armor started to show. He fumbled with the fryer, spilled salt everywhere, and somehow managed to send a batch of fries flying onto the floor, where they were promptly trampled by a passing coworker carrying ten trays at once.

And then came the complaints.

A spindly alien with a head shaped like a bowling pin stepped up to the counter, holding a burger with a single lettuce leaf askew like it was a crime scene photo. "What's this?" they screeched, jabbing a bony finger at the burger. "I said no pickles! No pickles!"

Brad, still trying to sweep up the fallen fries with all the grace of a penguin on roller skates, straightened up and forced his most charming smile. "Fear not, noble patron! I shall personally—"

"Did I ask you?" the alien snapped, their beady eyes narrowing as they turned to you. "And you! What kind of incompetent fool lets this happen? Honestly, they should fire you."

The insult barely registered. You were used to this; it was just another Tuesday in the world of galactic fast food. But Brad? Oh, Brad snapped.

"How dare you?" he bellowed, stepping between you and the alien with a flourish so dramatic it made his ill-fitting uniform billow. "This maiden is the backbone of this establishment! She is a shining beacon of efficiency, a culinary goddess! And you—" he jabbed a finger at the alien, who was now visibly regretting their life choices—"are a cretin, unworthy of even the fries she so graciously serves!"

You blinked, taken aback by the sudden outburst. The person recoiled, sputtering incoherently. "I—I just wanted—"

"Silence!" Brad roared, his voice echoing through the restaurant like a battle cry. "Do you not see her stoic courage in the face of such mundane horrors? Her unwavering dedication to this thankless job? She deserves praise, not your pitiful whining about pickles!"

The alien, now thoroughly cowed, muttered a quick, "Uh, sorry," and scurried off, burger in hand. You stared at Brad, still processing what just happened.

But he wasn't done.

The next complaint came from a two-headed alien who claimed their fries were "too crispy." Brad rounded on them with the ferocity of a knight defending a besieged castle. "Too crispy? TOO CRISPY?! Do you know the effort it takes to achieve such perfection? This maiden stands at the gates of fryer hell every day to deliver you this masterpiece, and you dare insult her work and mine?!"

The two-headed alien exchanged nervous glances before backing away, their fries clutched protectively.

More complaints rolled in, as they always did during lunch rush, but the newbie intercepted every single one like an overzealous goalie. Each time someone raised their voice at you, he met them with an impassioned tirade about your "valor" and "unparalleled skills in the sacred art of fast food." The kitchen staff, previously indifferent to Brad's antics, began peeking out from behind their stations to watch the show. Even Big Hal wandered out of his office briefly, arms crossed as he observed the chaos with a mixture of confusion and faint amusement. By the time Bradley had finished defending you against a particularly grumpy alien who complained about their soda being "too bubbly," the entire restaurant had fallen into an awed hush. Customers who had previously barked orders at you were now murmuring polite thanks, clearly afraid of incurring Brad's wrath. Even your coworkers, who normally left you to fend for yourself, started stepping in to help with orders.

You leaned against the counter, sipping your soda as he marched back to the fryer, chest heaving with righteous indignation. He dumped another bag of fries into the oil with the intensity of someone launching a battle charge.

"You okay there, champ?" you asked, your tone as dry as the Sahara.

Brad turned to you, his face flushed with frustration. "I don't know how you do this every day," he admitted, slumping slightly. "These... peasants! Their ingratitude knows no bounds!"

You shrugged, your expression as unreadable as ever. "Spite, remember? That, and the paycheck. Barely."

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide with what looked like genuine admiration. "You are... incredible," he said, his voice softening. "Truly, I have never met someone with such strength of character."

"Uh-huh," you said, brushing a stray fry off the counter. "You want to keep waxing poetic, or are you gonna grab the next batch?"

Brad sighed deeply, his heroic spirit clearly fraying at the edges. "Very well," he muttered, reaching for the next bag of fries. "But only because you asked, fair maiden."

You smirked, watching as he fumbled with the fryer yet again. As he stood there, carefully pouring in another batch of fries as though he were conducting a high-stakes potion brewing session, his tongue peeked out from the corner of his mouth in concentration, and for once, he wasn't trying to strike a dramatic pose or monologue about valor. So you leaned against the counter, your second soda finally empty, watching him with a faint hint of amusement you didn't bother hiding anymore.

"You're getting the hang of it," you said, your tone lighter than usual.

He turned to you, blinking as if startled by the compliment. "I am?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

You gave him the faintest of smiles. "Yeah. You only spilled half the bag this time."

He groaned, dragging a gloved hand down his face, and you couldn't help but laugh—actually laugh, not the internal cackle you usually reserved for customers' idiocy or your own snarky observations. Brad froze at the sound, his head whipping toward you like you'd just performed a miracle. "You laughed!" he said, pointing at you with a grease-stained glove. "By the stars, you dohave a soul!"

You snorted, shaking your head. "Don't get used to it, Starlight."

"Oh, but I must," he said dramatically, leaning against the counter and tossing his hat askew like he was posing for a romantic holo-drama cover. "For such a sound is rarer than the sight of a double rainbow in a solar storm!"

You rolled your eyes, but the small, genuine upturn of your lips stayed on your face. For all his ridiculousness—and, oh boy, was there a lot of ridiculousness—Brad had somehow managed to make this shift more bearable than usual. Which was no small feat.

And so finally, after what felt like eons, the lunch rush finally wound down, leaving the kitchen in a state of relative calm. You glanced at the clock, counting the minutes until the end of your shift. Brad had collapsed onto a nearby stool, his hair sticking up in every direction and his McYum's shirt now thoroughly stained with grease. He looked like a knight who had just fought an entire army of deep-fried monsters—and lost.

"You survived," you said, grabbing a rag and tossing it at him.

"Barely," he muttered, catching the rag and wiping his face with it. "I still don't know how you endure such torment day after day."

"Spite," you reminded him, tossing your empty soda cup into the trash. "And the fact that I'm off in ten minutes."

Brad straightened up at that, suddenly alert. "Oh, then surely you'll allow me to escort you to your quarters! Or... your castle? Do you live in a castle?"

You laughed again, shaking your head. "I don't live in a castle, Brad. But tell you what—I'll let you hang out with me after the shift's over. My treat."

He blinked, clearly not expecting that. "Your... treat?"

"Yeah," you said, smirking. "We'll grab some milkshakes. Workers get discounts, so I can splurge on both of us without breaking the bank."

He gasped, clutching his chest like you had just proposed to him. "You would bestow such a gift upon me? Truly, you are the most generous of maidens!"

"Don't push it," you said, though the smirk on your face betrayed your lack of actual annoyance. "C'mon, finish cleaning up, and we'll head out."

Instantly, he jumped to his feet, suddenly full of energy despite the grease stains and exhaustion. "At once!" he declared, grabbing the rag and scrubbing the counter with the enthusiasm of someone who thought they were preparing a royal banquet.

You shook your head, chuckling softly to yourself. The guy was a walking disaster, sure, but maybe—just maybe—he wasn't so bad.

You were just grabbing your bag from the employee locker when a deafening CRASH echoed through the restaurant, rattling the already overworked soda machine. The both of you froze, your hand halfway to the strap of your bag. Brad instinctively reached for his sword—which, of course, wasn't there because Hal had confiscated it hours ago.

The source of the commotion revealed itself almost immediately: Big Hal. But not through the office door, oh no. Instead, he emerged Kool-Aid-Man style through the wall next tothe office door, drywall crumbling around him like confetti at a parade. The man didn't even flinch as he stepped into the room, brushing a bit of plaster off his uniform with all the casual menace of a warlord surveying a conquered kingdom.

Bradley, of course, yelped and immediately struck a pose as if ready to defend your honor (or maybe just his own skin). "Ogre!" he cried. "Have you come to exact your revenge upon me for taming the Fry Beast?"

Hal ignored him entirely and fixed you with his signature glare that could turn even the rowdiest customer into a weeping puddle. "Hold up, you two," he boomed, his voice shaking the air like a thunderclap. "Got unfinished business."

You stopped in your tracks, raising an eyebrow. "Unfinished business?"

Hal turned to Brad, who was still in his dramatic pose, visibly sweating. "You. Fry Knight."

Brad blinked, standing up straighter. "Y-Yes? What about me?"

Hal's expression didn't change as he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small and shiny. "Your milkshake debt? Paid in full."

The knight's mouth fell open, his jaw dropping so far you briefly considered calling maintenance to put it back in place. "You mean—my labor here today has satisfied the cost of my earlier indulgence?"

Your boss nodded gravely, stepping closer and holding out his massive hand. "Yup. And for your... 'services' to the establishment..." He revealed the item in his hand: achild's sticker.A sparkly one, shaped like a star, its holographic sheen catching the fluorescent lights. Hal leaned down, towering over the newbie like a sentient skyscraper, and stuck the sticker right to Brad's forehead with surprising delicacy. Then, as if he were addressing a room full of knights at a royal ceremony, he clapped a heavy hand on Brad's shoulder. "You earned this. For screaming at those customers. They deserved it."

The room fell silent for a beat. Even the fryer seemed to hold its breath.

Brad's eyes widened, his expression shifting from confusion to awe. "This..." he whispered, reaching up to touch the sticker with trembling fingers. "This is the greatest honor I have ever received."

Hal straightened, folding his arms over his chest and nodding solemnly. "Don't spend it all in one place, kid."

At that the ridiculous man immediately fell to one knee, bowing his head dramatically as if he had just been knighted by the Emperor of the Universe. "Thank you, Sir Ogre, Keeper of the Fry Kingdom, for bestowing such a gift upon me. I shall treasure it for all eternity."

Hal gave him a single nod before turning to you. "And you—" he said, his voice snapping you out of your stunned silence—"you're off the clock now. Get outta here before I find something else for you to do."

You saluted mockingly. "Yes, sir."

With that, Hal turned and walked back through the hole he had made in the wall, brushing more plaster dust off his hat as if nothing unusual had happened. The staff and remaining customers, who had all frozen during the spectacle, resumed their activities with a newfound respect for Big Hal and the unspoken rule of don't question it. Brad stood up, the star sticker still proudly displayed on his forehead. He turned to you, his eyes sparkling with genuine joy. "Did you see that?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I have been... recognized."

You couldn't hold back a laugh this time, shaking your head as you motioned toward the door. "C'mon, Fry Knight. Let's get those milkshakes before you end up working here full-time."

And so, after the battle, the two of you sat on the hood of Brad's ridiculous motorcycle-like vehicle, parked under the glow of the McYum's neon sign, sipping your milkshakes like battle-hardened warriors basking in the spoils of war. The night was surprisingly quiet, the chaos of the lunch rush now just a greasy memory.

Brad took a long sip from his milkshake, his eyes widening with every taste. "By the stars," he murmured, staring at the cup in awe. "This... this is truly divine. It is as though the heavens themselves crafted this beverage."

You smirked, leaning back on your elbows as you savored your own shake. "Told you. Worth the labor of love, huh?"

"Labor of heroism," he corrected, puffing out his chest. The star sticker on his forehead caught the neon light, giving him an almost ethereal glow of ridiculousness. "Today, I have proven my worth as a knight—and as a fry artisan."

You snorted into your straw, trying not to laugh too hard and choke. "Sure, Brad. You totally saved the day. Can't wait for the bard's epic about your battle with the Fry Beast."

He turned to you, his expression a mix of playful indignation and admiration. "Mock me if you must, fair maiden, but I shall not forget your kindness this day. You not only invited me to join you in this most sacred of milkshake rituals, but you... you smiled. And laughed."

You rolled your eyes, but your smile lingered. "Yeah, well... you earned it. Even if you're, like, ninety percent ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" he said, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. "I prefer valiant, thank you very much."

"Mm-hmm. And totally not a drama queen," you teased, taking another sip of your milkshake.

He grinned, leaning closer. "Admit it—you enjoyed my company today."

You tilted your head, pretending to think about it. "Well, you did yell at customers for me. That's worth something."

"Something?" he echoed, placing a hand over his heart. "It is worth everything, my lady."

You shook your head, laughing quietly, but didn't argue. For all his over-the-top antics, Brad Starlight had managed to turn one of your most tedious shifts into something... fun.

As the two of you sat there, sharing milkshakes under the neon lights, you couldn't help but feel like you had stumbled into the middle of a bizarre but strangely charming fairytale. And maybe you didn't mind being the princess for once. Even if your knight was a Fry Beast-slaying disaster in a grease-stained uniform.

[veryblazedreamland]

To all the Bakugou Fans out there. This fanfic caught me off guard😭 but I'm invested!

Darling it's better (down where it's wetter) by makoodles

I could not take it seriously when I saw the summary, but that is what made me read the entire story haha

[hornedstorys]

The Hobbit - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader - Love at first sight

Warnings: Reader has longer hair, love at first sight, warning cheesy haha, age gap (is a need)

Content: Thorin sees you for the first time

He had already seen many things in the one hundred and ninety-five years of life he had lived. Be it women of the most diverse looks or the most diverse gemstones, all of which shone and glowed in the most diverse colors. But none of them were as beautiful as you.

You had stepped shyly through the hobbit's door and let your eyes wander around the room. Gandalf had invited you on a journey to bring you out of your shell. He wanted you to see the world in all its facets. With its flaws and also its most beautiful places.

From your manner, one could be forgiven for thinking you were a mix of hobbit and dwarf. You liked to have your peace and quiet and used your time for drawing and reading, or for long walks in the forest. But you were just as stubborn.

You didn't notice how Thorin's blue eyes scrutinized you intensely. You greeted the dwarves, Bilbo and Gandalf and joined them without realizing that the future king was already completely smitten with you.

You were more beautiful than any gemstone or woman he had ever seen. It made his breath catch in his throat to think that you were more beautiful than the Arkenstein. Your flushed cheeks and the flowing hair that fell wildly over your shoulders. A strong wind was blowing outside and yet Thorin thought that it had hardly destroyed your hair. It only made you look more beautiful.

But it wasn't just you he noticed, you felt the same way...

His presence was strong when you entered Bilbo's hobbit house. He had a powerful aura and his eyes cast a spell over you that you had never experienced before.

He was clearly older than you, but that only made him more attractive. His grayish strands, the stern and hard look. It made your heart beat faster without you being able to change it. And when he and the other dwarves started singing by the fireplace, you were smitten.

Unintentionally, your mind developed images and questions. Would he sing for you like that? Would he sing for his children too? For your children? His voice was so beautiful, it made goose bumps flow over your body. You couldn't suppress the thought of what it would be like to be his. To spend your remaining mortal years with him, to give him children and to grow old and gray together.

At that very moment, your eyes met and you both froze, as if you had caught each other's thoughts shaping your future.

How naive.

How romantic.

How... unlikely?

Was it unlikely? Or had fate long ago knitted your future from a solid thread that would never break again?

[moodymisty]

poetic parallels: fulgrim's soft nerdy darling who can usually be found in the library on her 20th cup of recaf + magnus' cute bimbo darling trying on all the pretty dresses he gifts her. two brothers opposite tastes 🙏

YOU ARE SO FUCKING C O R R E C T

[wandering-gambler]

Zhongli X Reader with a god/Dragon in them

(((okay looking at it again it seems more like an intro to the characters rather than the romance stuff...)))

Hope You Enjoy!

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It was a casual day, sitting in third-round knockout with Zhongli and listening to his stories. However, one thing kept bothering me: the troublesome god, seemingly hell-bent on finding out why I had taken a liking to Zhongli of all people! The god ranted about how they could've found someone better, or how they shouldn't worry because 'I have them.' After enduring twenty minutes of this torture, I took a break. With an apology to Zhongli, I stood up and brushed my clothes off, and the god next to me smirked.

'Ah, my apologies, Zhongli. But I have some things to attend to. Would you mind saving me the seat? I shouldn't be long.'

I stated, smiling at him. 'No need for apologies, I'm happy to save you a seat. Feel free to take your time.'" Zhongli stated, smiling at them.

After taking my leave, I walked to behind nearest building and exclaimed, "Can't you just enjoy a tea break on our day off with Zhongli for once?" Irritated, I wait for their reply

"Well, it wouldn't have to be this way if you just found someone else, like me, for example, or anyone else in the harbor."

Frustrated, I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "Okay, sure, but what's the deal with liking Zhongli? He's kind, wise, a good fighter, with even better mannerisms, and is overall a fantastic man. So why would you not consider him?"

The god rolled their eyes and leaned against the wall, scoffing, "Simply put, I just don't see the appeal."

After some time, I decided it was sufficient to attempt to get an answer out of the god. so I returned to the table, saying, "Zhongli! I apologize for taking so long. I got distracted by the scenery." I sat down in my original spot, smiling. The god now sat beside them, and Zhongli stated, "Ah, no need for apologies. In fact, you didn't miss much of the story. I can catch you up if you'd like?"

"Of course!" I exclaimed as I waited for Zhongli to begin. The god, who was now sitting beside them, groaned as they listened to certain parts of the story.

After the story came to an end, Zhongli offered his hand to me, "Hmm, it seems to be getting rather late. Would you like me to escort you home?"

"I would love that, thank you," I replied, and accepted Zhongli's offered hand. As I set down the money for drinks and food, the god sitting beside them growled quietly. I and Zhongli took our leave, the god following close behind.

After a while, we arrive at my home.

"Thank you, Zhongli, I appreciate it," I say, smiling as I walk up the steps and stop at the doorway.

"This is getting hard to watch," The god beside me stated, as they leaned against the door, looking annoyed.

"It's no problem. I assure you, I hope we can find the time to do the same again?" Zhongli asked, smiling. But the god beside me just glared daggers at him.

"For sure, thank you again, Zhongli," I say, thanking him again as I walk inside and immediately plop on the couch.

"I think you could be nicer-" I begin, but the god cuts me off.

"What's the appeal to him anyway? Just some funeral parlor consultant…Not even that cool!!" The god says, crossing their arms and standing in front of the door, pouting like a small child who has been rejected from getting candy.

"I mean come on! Him?! How can you like him?" The god states while scoffing and gesturing with their hands.

I sit quietly and watch as they throw their little tantrum, not bothering to defend my preferences.

I sigh as I close my eyes. "I think you could really grow to like him…you just gotta get to know hi-" I say before the god cuts me off again.

"Grow to like him?!" the god exclaims, getting even closer as they walk over to me. "ABSURD!!"

"I don't see why you need to do this 'socializing' thing, but I think it's absurd! You could be doing way more fun things with me!"

I chuckle and reply, "Is that so? Why don't you state a few things then?" I say, leaning back and enjoying the show. The god stutters a bit before regaining their composure.

"Well, for starters, I think…pottery?! sightseeing?! buying stuff?!…" The god trails off, pacing around in front of the couch.

The God reasons, frowning, as they clasp their hands together and straighten their posture.

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING YOU FIND INTERESTING?"

The god states, seemingly in a panic trying to find anything.

I chuckle before replying, "I suppose I could do those with you, but… I could also do them with Zhongli… and many others."

I reason as I smile at them. The god looks not particularly happy about that. "What is it that you're bored of me now, eh? Found more interesting toys to play with?" they ask, seeming offended and hurt at the thought.

I sigh before standing up and saying, "No, no, that's not it at all… I just think it's best if we make some new friends, no?"

I thank you to whoever has read this far!!! I normally Don't write just read but I thought this was cute…

I might do another part if this turns out well…please let me know if I made any grammatical errors or anything or tips I could use in the future are greatly appreciated!! ((please keep in mind this is my first time writing in about a year and was made at 4am))

character count:5,207

[vivid-ink]

Kinktober #1 - Handjob "Mission Accomplished"

fem!HumanReader x Neteyam or Lo'ak (you pick! 😉)

Summary: You've been asked to fill in for Norm on one of his Na'vi patient observations, except this isn't any old observation appointment... You need to collect a semen sample and the appointment doesn't go at all to professional plan...

Warnings: 🔞 Sexual content 18+, MDNI 🔞 Word count: 4.6k

Author's Note: Happy Kinktober everyone! 😁 I'm late with this prompt as it was completely unplanned. I got inspired late last night after posting Part 4 of 'The Love Shack' and this is what my brain spat out! As usual, my inability to write short drabbles means that what was meant to be a short, sweet kink-scene turned out to be 4.6k. I've not used any names in this piece, so you're free to imagine either Neteyam or Lo'ak as the male lead in this. Enjoy the spice ya'll!

Tagging some mooties who may be interested (no pressure though): @pandoraslxna @blue-slxt @adrianarose7 @vintaqestar @eyweveng @qcswrites @daeneeryss @oasiswithmyg @delacruzyari @teymars @neteluvr @sulieykte @teyamsatan

And OMG (I feel absolutely rotten for overlooking this until now) - Thank you to the incredible @cinetrix for her render of Neteyam which I've used in the story cover.

You swallowed tightly as Dr Blaise briefed you around the purpose of today’s observation and what was required of you. Your heart was galloping in your chest and you could feel yourself breaking out into a nervous sweat. It amazed you how unconcerned and unaffected she was about the whole thing.

“It’s a simple observation. We’re looking for any key physical differences in appearance, as well as any differences in physiological function.” Dr Blaise stated casually, “No swabs or bloods needed today. Just some notes, photos, and a semen sample. There are sample collection jars in the consultation bay already.”

A semen sample… Good Lord, she said that with all the nonchalance of someone asking for a saliva sample. Though you figured that’s what medical professionalism was all about, right? No awkwardness, no emotion, just plain science and fact.

When Dr Norm Spellman had said that he was writing a book about Pandoran Biology and Na’vi Physiology, you’d jumped at the opportunity to be involved. After all, Pandora was your home. It was the only home you’d ever known. As one of the only two human babies to be born on Pandora, you and Spider were the only generation of humans who’d never known the dying mother planet Earth.

Unlike Spider though who had taken to life on Pandora like a duckling to water, scaling trees, swinging from branches and pretty much adopting himself into the Omatikaya clan, you weren’t anywhere near as outgoing. You’d stuck to the medical labs and the avatar camp for majority of your life, rarely venturing out into the wilderness except to accompany the other scientists on their excursions. Perhaps the only similarity you shared with Spider was that you too were an orphan of war. Your parents had been on the frontlines of the battle between Toruk Makto and the RDA, and they’d met their maker on that fateful day.

You were just an intern currently, but the older staff and scientists were more than willing to teach you. Doing lab observations, drawing blood and other lab technician work was your job, so this morning’s appointment shouldn’t have been any different. And yet it was.

You’d never had to collect a semen sample before.

“Patient is a young unmated male, 23 years of age. Fit. Occupation is hunter-warrior. No pre-existing medical conditions and no recent injuries.” Dr Blaise rationally, handing you the clipboard and pen, “The patient has also been briefed about this appointment, so he knows what to expect and he’s aware he needs to produce a sample.”

“Right, understood.” You mumbled and the words were slightly hoarse. You cleared your throat, dislodging the sticky lump of uneasiness there.

Sensing your discomfort, Dr Blaise placed a heartening hand on your shoulder. Her eyes were kind and the crows’ feet at their corners crinkled as she smiled, “Look, the patient is friendly with the team, one of Jake Sully’s sons actually. So you needn’t worry about any hostility. You’ve done numerous observations and collected all sorts of samples. This is no different. It’s only awkward if you’re awkward. Besides, I’m sure you can understand why Dr Spellman didn’t want to conduct this particular observation himself, what with them being family friends and all.”

A giggle and snort left you at the humorous thought and you found you had to agree. Dr Blaise chuckled alongside you. It would definitely be ten times more awkward if the patient and medical professional were familiar with each other during this observation.

The fleeting moment of hilarity eased the nervous roil in your belly. Tucking your pen into the breast pocket of your lab coat, you took a deep breath and nodded, “Ok, I’ve got this. Thanks Dr Blaise.”

With two thumbs up and a wink, Dr Blaise turned and left you to depart down the corridor, her black pump heels clicking neatly across the hard floor.

Turning to the wall, you grabbed an exopack kit and hooked it to the leather belt around your hips. Tucking your hair behind your ears, you positioned the mask over your face and returned to the doorway that led into the consultation bay. The doorway was tall, much taller than you were used to. All the consultation bays were built big enough with high enough ceilings to accommodate the Na’vi and the avatars. While the main ventilation in the compound was suited to human lungs, the consultation bays were fitted with ventilation to suit their Pandoran patients. Scanning your ID card on the panel of blinking lights on your right, the door slid open with a hiss and you stepped into the bay.

The first thing that always hit you when you entered any of the consultation bays was the sterile scent of it. After a couple of years working here you’d think you’d have got used to it, but every single time the smell was like a synthetic slap to your senses. You wrinkled your nose in distaste. Everything smelled so chemical; too clean and too artificial. It was no wonder the Na’vi didn’t like being in here. If the smell was strong to your human nose, you could only imagine how much more potent it was to their heightened senses.

The second thing to hit you this morning was the sight of the magnificent creature that was standing in the corner of the bay, peering at the various medical models, instruments and books in the wall-mounted glass cabinet. He’d been facing away from you at first, but the sound of your footsteps had caught his attention and he turned to face you then.

A genial smile stretched across his face and he greeted you in a voice that was deep and warm, “Good morning, doctor.”

His use of English surprised you and while his words were accented, his pronunciation was clear. Go figure that Jake Sully would’ve taught his children to speak his mother tongue.

You gave a clumsy laugh and you were quick to correct your patient, “Oh, I’m not a doctor. I’m just an intern. I’m just filling in for Dr Spellman for this observation.”

Your patient grinned toothily at you and gave a nod of his head in acknowledgement, although his tone was teasing when he replied, “Alright Dr ‘Just-An-Intern’, where would you like me?”

You couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up from your throat at his playful demeanour. You smiled at him. He was charming this one, handsome too. Like all Na’vi, he towered well above you in height at approximately nine and a half feet. Though you noted that he was very well-built. Courtesy of being a warrior, you supposed. Yes, he was muscular in all the places you appreciated in a male… You silently reprimanded yourself for your unprofessional thoughts.

“Just take a seat on that gurney for me.” You replied, gesturing towards the make-shift bed against the wall. Retrieving your pen, you began to scan through the notes at the top of the form on the clipboard, double-checking the patient’s details and ensuring everything on it was as it should be.

“Ah, do you want me to take my tewng (loincloth) off?”

Suddenly remembering the aim of the observation again, you felt hot blood rush to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment, “Umm, yes please.” And in a bid to stop your embarrassment running away with your courage, you launched into a rambling outline of the appointment agenda, “Today’s appointment is an observation around Na’vi male genitalia and sexual function. I’m going to need to make some notes and take some photographs of you, both in a r-relaxed and a-aroused state, and I’m going to need to collect a s-semen sample. If you feel uncomfortable at any point…”

He watched you attentively as you babbled onward, the smooth skin of your face and neck taking on a ruddy and flushed hue. He smiled to himself. You were shy and today’s agenda clearly made you uneasy. He felt a twinge of empathy for you. His father had told him that humans were private about matters of the body, especially where it came to sex and pleasure. The Na’vi held no such restraints; sexual freedom was celebrated.

He’d already removed his tewng and had perched himself on the gurney as instructed, unbothered and uncaring of his own nakedness. He was quietly enjoying your discomfort, but not in a rude or condescending manner. He actually found your unease rather endearing.

“Any questions?” Your prattling came to a finish and you took a deep inhale as if you’d squeezed every last ounce of oxygen out of your lungs rushing to finish your speech without taking another breath.

He graced you with another charming smile, “No. You may proceed.”

Willing yourself to get a grip, you walked on slightly shaky legs to the desk in the corner and plucked the glass tablet from its stand and returned to place it on the end of the gurney. You kept your eyes lowered to your clipboard, filling in the date and the time. You could see the striped cobalt of his muscular legs in your peripheral vision where he sat with his shins dangling off the gurney. For the meantime, you dared not glance any higher than his thighs…

Your eyes moved to a set of highlighted bullet points in the middle of the page that indicated questions the patient had to be asked.

You read the first question aloud, its meaning registering simultaneously in your brain as the words left your lips, “When was the last time you ejaculated?”

You fought the mortification that threatened to consume you and your mind struck up a chant of ‘stay professional, stay professional’ in your head.

“Yesterday morning.” His answer was composed.

“And was that with a partner or was it self-stimulated?” Fuck, maybe you should’ve read the questions before coming in for the observation…

“It was self-stimulated.”

“And do you have a preference for male partners, female partners, or both?”

“Female. Definitely female.”

His voice was a smooth, velvety rumble. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something in his tone stroked over you like an invisible caress that made something clench in your lower belly. You scribbled his answers on the page in a messy scrawl that had more to do with your nerves than your actual style of handwriting.

He continued to observe you as you worked. Your knuckles were pale where your left hand gripped hold of the clipboard and you were so focused, almost concentrating too hard on what you were writing. Nose twitching quietly, he parted his lips and scented the air around. The artificial smell of the bay was unpleasant, but a sweeter and much more appealing smell was filling the vicinity now. Your scent.

The blush on your skin remained and he was sure that if he reached out to touch you that your skin would be hot to the touch where your blood had rushed to the surface. He could smell hints of your perspiration and he could also detect a musky and moist feminine undertone. You were attracted to him… His masculine pride delighted in the realisation. Despite your human form, he found you attractive too.

Finishing up your notes, you settled the clipboard down on the gurney and mentally prepared yourself for the ‘looking’ part of the observation.

Eyes still glued to the brown leather of the gurney’s mattress, you declared your next action, “Alright, just stay relaxed for me with your thighs slightly parted. I’m going to begin the physical part of the observation now.”

“Sure.”

Your gaze travelled from the beautiful stripes on his outer thighs inward to the slightly paler blue of his inner thighs and finally, up to his groin. Suddenly, you didn’t understand why you were so nervous about this. He looked fairly… normal? Apart from the general larger size of everything and the blue hue of his skin, everything was as expected. Feeling a little braver now, you grabbed the glass tablet and took a couple of photos and then set it down to return to your clipboard.

“Is everything the same?” He asked out of the blue, “Same as with human males, I mean.”

You looked to his face instinctively and found his amber eyes trained on you, “Ah yes, more or less. Penis, foreskin, testes; everything expected is there and I haven’t noted any real differences in physiology apart from the lack of hair, but that’s consistent with the lack of body hair all Na’vi have apart from on your heads and tail tufts.”

Following the words down the clipboard sheet you came to a section that was titled ‘Texture and Sensitivity’. You paused. How the fuck were you supposed to assess those? The section didn’t have any required questions or sample questions to help you, and no suggestions either, just a space for you to jot down your notes. You looked from your patient’s body and then to his face, and when he gave you a small smile, your gaze shot back down to your clipboard sheet in embarrassment. Texture and sensitivity were tactile aspects. You didn’t really understand how you could assess them without touching the patient.

Evidently you were taking too long in your deliberation, because your patient’s voice sounded again with a gentle query, “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, sorry. I’m just trying to work out how to assess the next bit.” You apologised sheepishly. You weren’t doing a very good job of appearing collected, you realised.

“What’s the next part?”

“Texture and sensitivity. So, what it feels like and which parts respond the most to touch.” You stated in as even a voice as possible. You huffed out a laugh then and shrugged, “It’s a tricky one because they’re tactile observations and I don’t know how to assess them when you can’t touch the patient.”

“Why can’t you touch the patient?” His response was clearly a surprise to you and he couldn’t suppress his grin as you goggled at him in shock, “You can touch me if it will enable you to do your job.”

You were almost about to say that you couldn’t possibly do that, but you stopped yourself. You were a med-science professional. The patient was consenting and your research required you to perform a physical examination. In a professional capacity, there was no reason you couldn’t touch the patient to achieve the intended outcome of the examination.

You remembered Dr Blaise’s words: It’s only awkward if you make it awkward. Fuck, you needed to swallow a bucket of concrete and toughen up. The sooner you completed this observation, the sooner you would be out of this uncomfortable situation.

Nodding resolutely, you agreed, “Alright, but you will guide me with your own hands. That way I can be assured that you’re only leading me where you’re comfortable to be examined.”

Your patient dipped his head in agreement, the tuft of his tail curling and uncurling charmingly on the gurney next to him. You set your clipboard down and moved to position yourself before him, standing between his knees. You lifted your eyes to his and they locked with his gentle gaze. Tentatively you offered him your hand and he took it, his large palm and long fingers engulfing it easily.

“So first up, texture?” He reminded, and you nodded.

Slowly, he brought your hand to his crotch and settled your hand over the shaft of his cock. It was very warm beneath your palm. Gently, your fingers tested the slightly springy flesh, noting how smooth and silken his skin was. At this closer proximity, you noticed that there was also spattering of bioluminescent freckles on the shaft. You made a mental note of that.

You touched the base of his cock, gingerly feeling around the length of it and you asked, “What’s the sensitivity like here?”

“I can feel it, but it’s not intense or anything. It’s more sensitive up here.” He guided your fingers nearer to the tip and you stifled a small gasp when he assisted you in pushing his foreskin back to reveal the smooth, dark purple head of his cock.

You’d never interacted with a naked man this close, human or Na’vi, and you certainly had never touched one in such an intimate place. Your body was starting to tingle in various places; in very unprofessional places. It was a surreal situation to be in and you found that you felt oddly calmer now than you were a few minutes ago.

Trailing the pads of your fingers over the smooth tip, you found it was moist and a little slippery. Your thumb tested the underside of it, “Sensation?”

A quiet hiss left him and you instinctively attempted to move your hand away, but his hold over your wrist kept it there, “That’s sensitive. That feels good.”

Your heart was still thumping and your cheeks were still warm, but it wasn’t nerves anymore that were causing your reaction. God, his skin was so soft and so warm… Your curiosity was growing now; your innate desire to explore taking hold of you.

You traced the raised rim of his cock head with your thumb and forefinger, watching as your patient emitted a rumbling groan. His hold on your wrist tightened and he began to move your hand over him. You intuitively wrapped your fingers around his cock. You felt entranced almost, caught up in the moment as you unwittingly began to enjoy the feel of him in your grasp.

The hot flesh in your hand was growing, elongating and engorging as the stimulation aroused him. You watched, amazed, as it swelled to its full capacity. The fingers and thumb of your hand could no longer meet each other. The girth of his cock was easily the same width as your forearm and by your approximations, it looked like it had also more than doubled in length from its relaxed state.

The erect shaft had lengthened out of his foreskin and it was a lovely shade of striated blue all over, except for a paler purple underside and head. In its aroused state, you discovered that while it shared structural similarities to a human male’s genitalia, it also possessed other aspects which were very different. The engorged shaft of his cock was ridged all along its length and as your hand smoothed up and down the column of it, you noted that the ridges were firm and palpable against your hand.

It was the most arousing thing you’d ever seen… Those ridges must feel so good inside for the woman…

You didn’t perceive his eyes on you, watching you as you explored his hard flesh. You were so engrossed that you didn’t even cotton on to the fact that he wasn’t even guiding your hand anymore. He could smell you, smell your arousal dampening between your thighs and the sight of your much smaller hand stroking and squeezing his cock was incredibly sexy.

You ran your enclosed hand in one full stroke from the base of cock and up to the head of it, fascinated by the ridged texture of it and the slippery, bulbous tip. However, your patient emitted a hissing intake of breath then and you jumped a little, snapping out of your thoughts.

“S-Sorry! Is that painful?” You stammered, shooting him a slightly apologetic frown.

He shook his head with a husky chuckle, “No, it’s just very sensitive. A lot more than earlier.”

“Where?” You asked, stroking him from tip to base and back up again.

“Everywhere. The ridges and the head especially.” His voice was notably breathier than before and his breaths were coming quicker, shallower and less even.

“That is fascinating.” You muttered, and your other hand joined in on your exploration. You fondled his balls lightly, observing the weightiness of them.

Your patient grunted and he parted his thighs a bit more. He leaned back to brace his weight on his palms behind him. He gave a small roll of his hips, which caused the top half of his cock to push and pull within your grasp. He moaned and the sound shot straight to the apex of your thighs. When you didn’t object, he continued the motion, thrusting lightly into your hands, both of which were now grasping his length one on top of the other.

Clear and viscous pre-ejaculate began to ooze from his tip, increasing in quantity with each roll of his hips. It was so copious that it was beginning to pool on the backs of your palms and drip down towards your wrist. Lord help you… there was nothing professional anymore about what you were doing… Not that your patient appeared to have any objections…

Still completely spellbound by the situation, your curiosity pushed a murmured query past your lips, “Is there always so much pre-ejaculate?”

“Depends. Generally the more aroused a man is, the more he produces.” He replied and when your bashful gaze lifted to meet his, he smirked wickedly.

You were such a pretty little thing to him, your smaller hands trying their best to keep hold of his slick cock. He knew that this was beyond the normal boundaries of the appointment. He knew that while you would’ve been required to touch him to examine him, stroking him off was probably not anywhere on the agenda. He suspected he was supposed to produce the sample on his own, but looking at you now, so enraptured by his body… How could he have resisted? And besides, he knew you were enjoying this as much as he was, your scent told him so.

You tightened your hold on his cock experimentally, squeezing harder. Each time the swollen head of his cock pushed out of your hands to greet you, you swiped your thumb over the oozing slit on its tip. He was panting heavily now, his impressive abdominals bunching and flexing as he continued to thrust his thick cock through your hold. The bioluminescent freckles that dotted his shaft were glimmering brightly and you never thought you’d ever use the word ‘beautiful’ to describe genitalia, but his cock was gorgeous.

All of him was gorgeous, truth be told…

You were attracted to Na’vi men. Ever since you were old enough to notice the opposite sex, you’d been drawn to male Na’vi. After all, you’d grown up on this moon, inhabited by and surrounded by tall, beautiful Na’vi. The humans who surrounded you at the compound and the camp were your family, and they were all much older. There were no men of your own species to look at or be attracted to. Spider was the only one of your generation and he was like your annoying, gross brother. Your attraction to Na’vi men had been an inevitable result really.

So now as you stood in the consultation bay, between the knees of this striking and aroused Na’vi male while he pumped his cock in and out of your hands, you’d never felt more validated and aroused in your life.

Your patient’s fingers were digging into the squeaky brown leather of the gurney now, straining slightly as his hips continued their onslaught. Your hands and wrists were completely drenched, soaking in his thick pre-cum. The slippery mess caused his cock to squelch obscenely as it slipped through your hold. The whole situation was so sensually explicit and you were never more thankful in your life than you were now that there were no CCTV cameras installed in the consultation bays.

You’d be expelled from your chosen profession for patient abuse… Though by the half-lidded, slack-jawed expression of pleasure on his face, he didn’t look much like he was being unwillingly abused…

A string of Na’vi curses left him then, followed by several panted moans. He abruptly pushed off his palms to sit upright and he stuttered, “W-Where is the container?”

A little stunned by his sudden and urgent tone, you stumbled in your own response, “The w-what? Oh, the sample jar?”

Panting heavily through parted lips, he nodded at you and you pointed to the desk on his left. You saw his gaze follow your eyeline and when he caught sight of the plastic collection jars that sat patiently waiting, he let out a hearty guffaw.

He reached for one and deftly flicked the already loosened lid from its mouth, still chuckling away between his huffing breaths, “It’s so small. You ready, doc?”

“For what?” You asked, realising only as the words left you what a dumb response it was as he handed the sample jar to you.

Your patient smiled at you and it was a salacious leer, all narrowed eyes and pointed canines showing, “You’re about to get your sample.”

One of his hands returned to guide yours, wrapping around your one remaining hand where it encircled his stiff cock. The pace of this rocking thrusts increased and he began to exhale with throaty moans that you swore made your own feminine core throb with desire. Gingerly, you held the collection jar up to him, being extra careful not to drop it.

With two more lurching breaths, his abdominal muscles contracted and his back bowed inward, his entire torso going rigid. You felt his cock harden impossibly before it pulsed and the breath he was holding left him in a coarse growl while his face twisted into an almost pained expression. His cock pulsed again and the first spurt of ejaculate missed the sample jar entirely, landing with a warm splat in the middle of your chest where the frills of your blue blouse peeked out from behind your lab coat. Quickly, his free hand grabbed hold of yours to position the jar better, while his other hand attempted to position his cock so he could shoot straight into it.

He was absolutely breathtaking in the midst of his orgasm. The luminous freckles on his face were twinkling and the striped cobalt skin of his neck and chest was glossy with a sheen of sweat. His cock continued to throb and pulse, emitting rope after rope of thick cum that splattered untidily over the mouth and sides of the sample jar.

You could see why he’d laughed at the size of it. There was no way the small jar could have held the full volume of what he was producing.

Coming down now off the high of his climax, your patient slouched against the wall behind the gurney, breathing hard. He caught your eye and he grinned indolently at you.

The adrenalin and heightened arousal in the atmosphere was fading rapidly now, and cold, hard reality was slowly returning to you. You looked at the pearlescent contents of the sample jar, which was still decently full despite majority of the sample not making it in there. You smiled to yourself.

Mission accomplished and what an exciting mission it was…

Carefully setting the jar down on the flat worktop of the metal sink next to you, you replaced the lid on it with sticky fingers and made a note to thoroughly wipe the jar down later before handing it to the lab techs.

Returning your attention to your patient, you smiled at him, suddenly shy again, “Thank you for your co-operation today. I’ll leave you to clean and freshen up. You can see yourself out after.”

His answering laugh was husky and he dipped his head at you, “I should be thanking you for your co-operation I think, doc.”

“Not a doc, remember?” You grinned at him and you were about to turn on heel to depart into the adjacent washroom when you heard him call out to you again.

“Hey Not-A-Doc, if you ever need another sample, I’m happy to provide another one, whether for med-science research or your own personal research.”

A girlish giggle left you and you felt your face flame again. You shook your head, making your way into the washroom to clean yourself up. He was a naughty one that one…

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Under The Moonlight /|\ An ateez × reader fic

Under The Moonlight ~ Chapter I

Pairing: OT8Demi-wolfAteez! × HumanReader! (Mingi focus in this chapter)

Sypnosis: It's about midwinter in the forest you reside in, that time of year where it's absolutely beautiful to watch in during the day but the worst frustration to go through at night. A forgotten lanter turns into a forgotten home, and you quickly find yourself in the tight grip of none other than Song Mingi, a young wolf in the pack you met a few months ago, who has every intention to bring you back to the pack's closing and finally keep you there..~

Series content warnings!: heavy but not dark concepts like violence, insecurities, mental health, slight depictions of gore, mentions of blades, etc - Polygamy - Eventually smut- Animalistic/hybrid tendencies e.i, marking, heats/ruts, scents/scenting, clingy behavior, growling, the boys do have tails,ears,and heightened senses, ect. - Reader does develop some kind of animal mindset after marking (this will be elaborated on later. It's kind of like a second sex but..not.)

Chapter warnings: Kidnapping (but not really.) - very, VERY slight threatening behavior from Mingi (reader doesn't feel threatened, just startled), Joong is kinds mad at Mingi towards the end but not majorly, overall this chapter is pretty tame 🧍‍♀️

A/N: I will be making separate posts about how this universe works!! Please feel free to ask any and all questions because I will give them an answer 🙂‍↕️

Word count:1500-1600

Your feet are gentle on the smooth stones of your cottages path, the air is chilly and slow as it is every harvest season. The problem is, it's dark, really dark.

Maybe it's just the trees and all their leaves that are blocking out the moonlight, but the sky is also cloudy and hazed. The wind in the air is absent, but you can see your breath get wipped into a white cloud of cold smoke with every exhale.

You usually wouldn't even be out at this time of night, especially not at this time of year, and you wouldn't be out now if it wasn't for that stupid lamp you left out early that evening.

It's just entering winter, which means it's time to collect all of the lost hay, lamps, and clear out this year's harvests (which really isn't much for you considering that you live close enough to the village to attend the market). But, this time of year it's also hunting season. For..the wolf's, that is.

Now, you normally aren't very fearful of the demi-wolfs in your area, they're actually quite peaceful and friendly if you take the time to get to know them, but..it's different during hunting season. They hunt for all kinds of things, food, shelter, mates, more food. They just hunt, that's what the season is for! But, they almost enter a state of ferality during this time of year. The thoughts become more primal, more instintual and the pack near you, which also happened to be the pack you were closest with, had made it clear the year before that you could never be to sure if they looked at you with intentions of eating you or marking you as their own.

It was..the ateez pack..or something. You didn't really remember. Most of them seemed much more interested in the warm, peachy scent you radiated rather than anything they felt the need to say.

You figured most things out yourself from the eldest two, who had rightfully informed you of all the information you needed. The wolf's names, how they handled the changing of the seasons, their positions and responsibilities within the pack. Honestly, you weren't sure why they told you all of this, they talked to you as if you were the newest addition to their group and while you flattered, you did think it was a tad odd for them to warm up to you so quickly. Especially one of the younger ones..

Mingi, that was his name. He was the most intimidating looking out of the eight of them. He was tall, well built, but could not keep his mouth shut to save his life. He was also a bit handsy..not in a rude way, of course! But more that he often tended to forget the aspect of personal space. He always had a hand on you, your shoulder, your thigh, your hair, sometimes even drifting down to lock his fingers in with yours. You yourself didn't mind that much, but it always seemed to annoying the rest of the pack members with how touchy he was.

Another thing you learned about Mingi was that he was also rumored to wander about at night the most. "Couldn't sleep", is what he'd always tell you when you found him just a few couple trees outside of your cottage, sometimes you'd even catch San wandering around with him. It did freak you out the first one or two times, but you knew the clumsy giant didn't mean any harm, so you just let him wander without much question.

When you had finally made it to your small lamp left ontop of a tree stump a gentle sigh of relief fell from your lips, you hand quickly grabbing hold of the handle and pulling it up above your head so you could finally see properly-

but your hand never made contact.

The already dying flame burst into nothing but soft smoke, the overpowering scent of oak wood and sage found its way into your nostrils, the smallest hint of sea salt and an aggressive spike of spice filled your senses in a strong gust of wind. An arm came to strongly wrap around your waist, pulling you back and against a tall, firm chest. You knew it the second you had smelt him, it was Mingi, but something was different about his scent. Everything that was normally there still was, but the spice was new. His scent was normally very calm and musky but the spice in it was aggravated and new. Not to mention the wolf-boy's hold on you was much firmer than it usually was. He usually held you like an expensive peice of glass, something that needed to be held with care or would immediately shatter, but the hold he had on you now was that of posession..it was like he was afraid to let you go, afraid to loose your form against his.

His breathing was stuffy and heavy, his ears were pointed and stood tall, and his tail flicked insatiable behind him. There was an underlying growl in his chest, not one you could hear but one you could feel against your back. His hands twitched, clenching and unclenching around the fabric of your clothes. Before you could even process everything correctly he had stuffed his face into the crook of your neck, a small whine leaving him at your scent.

You could feel his canines poke at his lower lip, the low, desperate whine in his throat making it clear how much he was struggling not to dig the enamle into your soft skin.

You just smelt so damn good. He couldn't think properly, all of his thoughts jumbled and incoherent. With how you fit so perfectly into his arms, how your body felt pressed against his, how you smelt against his nose, the only thing he could thing about was taking you back home and keeping you there forever. You were his. You belonged to the pack. He had scented you ages ago which you hadn't noticed yet. It was widely known that demi-wolfs would share everything with their pack, so the second he had left his scent on you you had been claimed as theirs.

He felt bad. He felt so guilty wherever he would think about it. He claimed you without your consent, scenting you was almost as possessive as actually marking you, and it didn't just 'go away'. The thoughts of upsetting you hurt him more than whatever warmth was coursing through his blood right now, but the thought of loosing you, especially if it was to some pitiful human, hurt him even more than that.

He couldn't let you go. He couldn't loose you. They couldn't loose you.

Quickly, you feel his arm scoop under your legs, and before you can question anything or protest to his actions he tucks you into his chest and bolts. You know very well where he's going, having walked the path to the pack's cave many times, and as much as you trust him to get you there safely you can't help but be startled.

Any protest you make falls on deaf, fluffy ears. The speed of his movement generating more air than you'd walked through that whole night. It doesn't take him any more than 3 minutes to get to the pack's opening, the mixed scents they all carry finding your nose. They all lacked the spice that Mingi's had acquired, maybe it was something he was wearing? A plant he had eaten..maybe?

However, what was more important was the way Mingi shifted you to being laid over his shoulder. His arms moved to the top of your thigh and the middle of your pack, holding you down on him with the obvious intent of keeping you there.

He didn't pay any mind to the things around him, much more focused on getting you in the core of his den, with the rest of the pack, where you belonged. The only thing that made his pause was a sharp, distinct shout of his name coming from no one but the pack's caption

Hongjoong.

"Mingi! What- what the fuck are you doing!?"

Dispite his size, Hongjoong was the most commanding person you had ever seen, however despite his reputation he was also one of the most comforting. He always seemed to have an answer to every question you asked..even if you were 98% sure he got most of those answers from Seonghwa..

The older wolf's words seemed to snap Mingi out of whatever trance he was in, or at least redirect his attention. Even in whatever..thing..he had going on, he recognized the authority Hongjoong had. It gave you at least a little hope that he'd put you down soon, your stomach was starting to hurt :(

A small yelp let your lips as Mingi lifted you off his shoulder setting you down infront of him and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. His ears had flattened slightly, and you could feel the pout on his lips as he rested his chin on the top of your head.

"I brought a gift.."

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Kinesthesis 3

Jazz/Prowl/HumanReader first contact AU

Part 2

I am so sorry this took so long 😭 but I finally got something out! This was written over the course of multiple months so if it’s inconsistent that’s why. Over my impromptu hiatus I’ve grown as a writer and as a person so that will probably change the way this story goes, but not to worry! I still plan on carrying on with this fic.

Be aware that I may not remember things about that last two chapters before this because it’s been a while. If you find any mistakes, let me know!

Also, thank you to the anons that encouraged me to keep going! This one goes out to you.

So, now you have quite a few problems. Not only were the ‘robots’ alive, they were also obviously damaged and asking for your help. Your help. Of all people. You still didn’t know where they came from, if someone was piloting them, how they got here, what that blue liquid was, or why one of them only made weird metallic scratching sounds. That one in particular really freaked you out when it first started ‘speaking’. At the time, you immediately assumed there was a metal demon somewhere coming to eat you.

Instead of that, they were just giant robots asking for your help in the middle of asscrack nowhere. Very simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

“I’m… going to get to work.” You told the one apparently named ‘Prowl’. He didn’t make any sputtering noises at you this time, so you took that as your go-ahead.

He was huge. Well, you knew that, but it was still jarring. You had to literally climb him to get to his wounds. Delicately placing your rag to the injured spot on his neck, you could feel the pump of something akin to a heart under the metal. Now that was weird. Wait, maybe it was just a fuel pump of somesort. He couldn’t… it couldn't have an actual heartbeat, right? Robots don’t have heartbeats.

That isn’t possible.

After a bit of cleaning up blue liquid and trying not to cut yourself on shards of metal, a realization dawned on you. These guys were more complicated than you thought. Really, a robot shouldn’t have this much… everything. They shouldn’t have half of whatever parts are in them. What kind of coding was driving them anyway? What fuel did they even use? The blue stuff?

Oh, who are you kidding. They aren’t robots. They can’t be. They can’t just be robots. They fell from the sky, of course they can’t be robots! Your heart picked up its already erratic pace, yet even with shaky hands, your work took priority.

Soon after there wasn’t a hole in Prowl anymore. Not one on his neck, anyway. You counted that as a win. But seeing as there were way more lacerations, dents, and cuts all over both of them, you definitely had the rest of your work cut out for you.

Simple. Foolproof, even. Nothing wrong there.

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Jazz, with his sight still mostly busted, anxiously awaited some sort of indicator that the person helping them was actually patching up Prowl. They seemed pretty stunned earlier. Scared. He had assumed they’d run away and get help. That would be a more reasonable reaction, right?

Obviously it was probably better that they didn’t, this was a completely new planet after all. They’d be scrap if it weren’t for this random person helping them out. This person that is native to this new planet. With… no knowledge of Cybertronian biology- oh scrap. This person had no idea what they were doing!

“W – it! Wa– a - i!” Staticy, barely understandable garble came out of his vocalizer. He heard a tiny peep out of the little guy and a kind of ‘hrmph’ from Prowl.

“What? What is it? Did I do something wrong?” They squeaked in a comically high-pitch tone. “I- I’m sorry, I- know mechanics but this is kind of different and I don’t want to hurt anybody I just-”

“Y- yo- u kno- me- c– nics?”

“Um, yeah, it’s what I do. For school.”

“S- – -ry f’r t--e frig–t, I’m j-st co– m– in’ to–my–sen s- s- ses, an’ rel-i’ed wher– we ar’... an’ I don’ kn- kn- kn- – -w… ca—n– ya- re- – -y fi- x us?”

“O- oh, n- now yo- -y questi- on it?” Prowl commented from the sidelines. Jazz deliberately ignored him.

“I mean, I can, I just need some time to figure everything out… i- it doesn’t hurt, does it?”

“W- Wha-t’s’t sayi- in- ing?”

“A- askin’ i- if it- it- it- hu- – -ts.”

“O- of co- rs’ it h-urts!”

“Wait, what’s he saying?”

Jazz cringed for a moment, realizing just how taxing it’s going to be on him to keep translating. Of course, he decided to use it to his advantage. Why not have some fun in the face of certain death?

“H- he s’ys h’s t—ckl’sh.”

“Oh, um, okay. Does that mean you guys can’t feel pain? Like, can I go harder with this? I have some power tools I can use back in—” Okay. Bad plan.

“N- N- N-O we C- – -N Fe’L It!”

“Oh, um, can or can’t?”

“C- C- C- C- CAAIIIEEEZZZZzzzt!” His vocalizer gave off a pointedly unpleasant sound just before shorting out.

“Is that… should I know what that means?” Jazz took a second to reset his vocalizer.

“N- n- n- o… b- b’t w– fe’l pa’n… i–t h- – -rts…”

“Can feel pain, got it. Um, is your voice okay? I can try fixing it… if that’s a thing I can fix…?” As much as he appreciated the gesture, Jazz wasn’t ready for that kind of operation.

“N- n - o thn’ks.”

“Alright… I’m gonna keep going here then.”

It was then, nearly offline, cut off from most forms of communication, on a completely alien planet, that Jazz realized this might be a little bit too much to handle.

“Y- y- you—re an ‘di—ot.”

“M- ay’e… bu— ‘least I c’n t- t- ta-k to ou- fr’nd ‘ere.”

“It’s Wh—lja’k, o- of c-cou’se I d- di—-nnooowoowOWW!” Jazz heard a loud crash followed by a tiny scream.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, what did I do? I- I didn’t know, oh my god…”

“Wh—t? —at ‘appe— d?!”

“I- I’m sorry, I think I hit something, I’m so sorry!”

“Pr—ler? P—owl!?”

He got a groan in response. A groan and a new, distinct, clear sound.

“—bbzzzt —- bzzzt ——tobots! This is Optim— —ime. If yo- can hear thi-, heed my call. The Arc is inoperable. Most of you are scattered across an alien world. While I do not know where the Decepticons have landed, I can confirm they are on the planet with us. Do not lose hope here, my friends. For the fate of Cybertron and the remaining Autobots rests in your capable servos. Attached to this message are the coordinates to the Arc, I will be waiting for you there. Good luck—- bzzzt —— bzzzt—-!”

The three sat in silence. While he couldn’t see the hologram that was most likely coming from Prowl’s projector, he heard what the message contained. They were safe. Optimus was safe. And he once again had a goal to achieve.

“Wh- what the hell was that!?”

“Th’nk Pri—us…” Prowl whispered.

“It -as… a- a- f- fri—nd.”

“Oh, okay. What did your friend say?”

“Th— w- we ha— so—me-here t- be.” Jazz attempted to move his body, but was once again denied. “W- we n- n- ne—d to g—-!”

“Hey, woah woah woah! You are not well enough to get up yet! I haven’t even started patching you up!”

“Aau—augh! I- I- kn— Ratc— uh, I- I- I kno—“

“Settle down. I- I’ll be as fast as I can, alright?”

Jazz huffed in halfhearted agreement. Prowl, on the other hand…

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He thought this was an incredible waste of their time. Oh, sure, he needed to be fixed, but he was doing just fine now and he did not need help from a mysterious stranger he couldn’t understand. How could he, Prowl of Petrex, need the help of a tiny little creature like this one? There was no such need. The only need he had was to get himself and Jazz functional again, report back to Optimus, and win the war.

He tried to get up. After about half a second of metal creaking, unconscious groaning, and a little squeak from his benefactor, his body gave out. His spark burned with a searing mixture of frustration and stress as he tried to clench a servo. But of course he couldn’t. Of course he was stuck. Injured, vulnerable, and useless. But still, Optimus needed him. Needed them. So he needed to get up!

“C- cal- m d- do— n Pr—‘er… ye’ sca- a- rin’ ‘em…” He could hear panicked chittering from somewhere on top of him. He had half a mind to shoo the thing away, but even if he could raise his servo, he knew this was his only hope. He would never admit that, obviously, but deep in his spark he knew.

He didn’t respond to Jazz. He didn’t need to. He just focused on the little twinge of pain somewhere atop his chassis and a wound being sealed. A familiar feeling. Not too familiar, not like this, but enough to be comforting.

He imagined the medbay in the Arc. That time when they defeated the enemy and no one had to die. They won, and everyone cheered and celebrated and did whatever people do to express joy during a war.

He was unconscious for cycles. Just because nobody died doesn’t mean nobody was hurt. And he was really, really hurt. But it didn’t matter, not even to him. Moments like that are rare, after all. When one could rejoice without mourning the loss of a friend. He’d only expected Ratchet or First Aid to stay with him during that time. Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the spoils of victory? No one is willing to give up a moment of solace like that. No one is stupid enough to pass up the opportunity for happiness. Except Jazz.

Jazz stayed with him the whole time. He stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave once the required surgery was over. He brought glasses of energon for both of them. To share.

Prowl didn’t wake up then. He missed the party and the congratulations and the relief. He missed Jazz telling him stories and about his day. He missed when the rest of the crew stopped by to check on him. When he did finally come out of stasis, Jazz wasn’t there. Not of his own volition, but because he passed out on the floor due to exhaustion. They both got a long lecture about taking care of themself from Ratchet when it was over.

And Jazz is there, now, still with him. Bleeding out and broken, but still there. And Prowl was powerless to help him. His HUD sang one final message in his head before it went suddenly silent, and he fell helplessly into the deep abyss of stasis.

[themimicwecallmeg]

🔪🩸Hopeless Organics🩸🔪 SentinelPrime!TFOneOnEarthAU x HumanReader!Hunted

TW‼️: Power inequity, gore, selling humans, killing/torturing humans for fun, “family is dead”, dark thoughts (mention of su!c***)

**Reader is also non-gendered, called you or it since Sentinel thinks of the reader as a thing and not a living being with free will, reader will also be called y/n if necessary**

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💥: When cybertronians arrived on earth, they weren’t here to help fight the Decepticons or destroy the Autobots and conquer earth… they had… other plans. Cybertronians were all the same, Autobots or Decepticons, both thought of mankind as a nuisance. When they arrived, they had the intention of making earth a “peaceful playground”…

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💥: They captured us and kept us as pets, like we were animals, vaporizing our bodies to ashes if we weren’t compliant, they used us as preys to a deranged game of recreative hunting. For this, they made a peace act, when on earth, Decepticons and Autobots could only open fire on humans.

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💥: Too quickly, earth’s population died out, very few remained after almost a year of alien carnage. People managed to survive though, we even fought back, though it only killed more of us. The only place where we were safe was hidden in destroyed buildings to try and find drinkable water and edible food. Fighting back was simply suicidal as food and water started to become rarer and rarer, making us weaker.

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💥: Today, you were hiding in a high school building, it was falling apart, though it was safe, big, well lit, and you knew this place from when you were yourself in highschool, way before all this. Your family died, unable to flee from the bots as they got captured or killed. You were the last one, on the verge of going insane, your mind telling you to give up…

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💥: Scavenging for food and shelter was your only way of not losing your grip. You even created a camera system to spot patrolling bots before they spotted you, you built and used hiding spots and to know where they were by heart. Nobody could help you as nobody was left to do so.

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💥: One day, it was a normal scavenging day, food and water still slowly going out, you heard jet engines above starting to land on the school’s roof. Without hesitation you got into the closest hiding spot you could find, hiding inside and locking the cabinet’s door. You opened your surveillance camera software, where you could have access to all the cameras you had installed.

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💥: From a hole in the roof, a familiar bot appeared from it, a blue and gold color schemed bot, taller than a truck obviously, You knew him by name; Sentinel Prime, two other bots followed behind him, they were normal guards with a golden armor. Sentinel pointed at two different directions, speaking his gibberish language to his two minions. He then started to walk around the building, his dual-blade sword out by habit, a small container in his other hand.

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💥: Those containers were specifically built for human capturing, which meant he had no true intention of killing you, maybe harming but that’s it. His loud peds hitting the floor like anvils, his blue optics darting around for any sign of non-cybertronian life… the only thing you had to do was get out of your hiding spot…

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💥: Will you get out of your perfect spot and risk your life to get out of this place as it’s running out of supplies? Will you simply surrender and accept your fate as a minority, a weakling… a human? Or will you stay hidden, the safest option to use, but the most boring.

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Oh and don’t even think about trying to fight…

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You stand no chance against the last living prime himself…

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TFONE ON EARTH AU I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT

Now I’m making a poll so people can choose what the reader’s gonna do, if you don’t want a part 2 it’s fine :)

Also I need to hear about you guys in the comments if it would be worth it to make an AU lore post… yk what I’m just gonna put the link for a poll riiight there…

[hyorijie]

Dangerous | Alastor x HumanReader

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Memories, tension, Alastor and Lector have a peculiar dynamic, established relationship (when lector is a sinner), wandering through the woods, imagine, nothing special.

Right now, sitting in a comfortable armchair, you were looking in the direction of the view of Alastor's room. A visual panorama as beautiful as it was intriguing, that was precisely what took you to distant memories, memories of a fragment of life in which he, the owner of your soul, was the protagonist.

That night, the fog had fallen thickly over the forest, covering everything with a cloak of mystery. The trees looked like elongated shadows twisting in the gloom, and the only sound was the crunch of your footsteps on the dry leaves. You were walking alone, something many would consider unwise, but you knew he would come. He always did, like a hunter drawn by the echo of your presence.A soft, mocking, dark laughter rose through the trees, and a shiver ran down your spine. Even without seeing it, you recognized Alastor's unmistakable tone.

— Alastor. —You said, even though you knew he probably wouldn't answer you right away. He liked to play games, to prolong the mystery, to let the tension build like a spider web in the air.

Suddenly, you felt his presence behind you, so close you could feel his breath brush against the skin of your neck. Your body tensed, but you didn't move. You knew that was precisely what he wanted: to see you uncomfortable, waiting for his next move.

— Aren't you afraid? —He murmured, his lips so close to your ear that you could barely concentrate on his words. — Most people would run at this point ... but not you.—

His voice was almost a whisper, a dark song that enveloped you. You didn't know how to explain it, but there was something about him that made you feel alive. You knew it wasn't right, that you shouldn't feel anything for someone like Alastor, someone who didn't know the boundaries of right or wrong, but you couldn't ignore how he made you feel when he was near either.

— You don't have to understand me. — you murmured, feeling a bravery you didn't know you had. — Just...stay. —

There was a silence, one that felt like an eternity, and then you heard a low, deep chuckle. Alastor stepped forward, placing himself in front of you, with that smile that was both terrifying and mesmerizing. His crimson eyes seemed to glow, as if they saw beyond your skin and uncovered your secrets.

— My brave little friend. — he whispered, reaching out a hand to your cheek, which he caressed with a gentleness almost unknown to him.—Don't you realize that you are as dangerous as I am?—

You caught yourself holding the gaze of those intense eyes, those that never showed pity or fear. Maybe you were right, maybe there was something dark about you, a shadow that only he could see.

— Dangerous? — you smiled, with a mixture of nervousness and boldness. — Or just interesting? —

Alastor's laughter echoed, a sound that filled the forest and almost made you forget the fear. — Both, mon cher...both. —

And, in that instant, you knew: you were lost, trapped in a game you wouldn't fully understand. But as long as he would stay with you in that infinite night, you didn't care.

Hi!

This is a small fragment that consumed my dream.

If you wish to place orders, they will be open for the time being. I also have a Marathon scheduled called:"Alastor loves to annoy the Vees. "

[edytae]

"heat" (smut/mature) ft. Kim Taehyung x reader

(do not interact if you are underage)

pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

summary: Taehyung gladly lets you use him during your "heat".

rating: 18+

genre/warnings: smut, established relationship, !werewolfTaehyung, !humanreader, reader goes crazy horny, just a brain dump bc Taehyung is so f*cking hot!

word count: 3.5K

A/N: Check these out! masterlist | inexperienced | you’re mine | Spoiled | take a break | Best Dad-dy (smut) |

“Tae, Tae, Tae…” You called out his name as you tried to move yourself. “Please, let me go!” Your sweet begs would never change his mind.

“Baby, did you lose your mind?” He asked breathily as you tried to peel his hands off. 

“I just want your dick, please. Why don’t you-” You hiccupped and cried. Your desperate need for him came over you so needily that Taehyung needed to stop you. 

“You will hurt yourself, baby.” He lovingly explained while patting your face to calm your cry. He gave two gentle kisses to your soiled cheeks.

“Oh my sweet human…” Taehyung caressed your body as you shook under him. Taehyung was a wolf by birth. He was a promising wolf in his tribe and loved by everyone including town people even though they didn’t know Taehyung’s tribe’s secrets.

For you, being with Taehyung was the most natural thing. He was your childhood love that transformed into something bigger, but as magical as always. Now, you knew him very well; he was a good man that could turn into a big puppy. 

Taehyung’s supernatural nature had a very traditional family aspect built into it. His tribe had become your second family with endless fun, dirty dishes and no leftovers. Taehyung’s tribe was his source of information about his nature. However, as human mates were rare, their nature wasn’t fully unknown. So, when your first heat came up, Taehyung was shocked at what to do. 

Well, he obviously knew what to do, but it didn’t expect you to have longer and more desperate heats as if your human body didn’t know how to process the superhuman urges. 

You were doing anything that a wolf would do. You were rutting against his limbs, sniffing him so deeply and licking all over his skin while burning with passion and leaking all over yourself. It was debilitating to the point where you said it was worse than your period. 

When he brought this up to Yoongi, his older brother emotionlessly commented, “Stop complaining. It’s not something you can’t keep up with.” Yoongi had a human mate but he wasn’t helping since he was very secretive with his partner. Despite everything, Taehyung had never seen someone have this much strong heat. 

It also didn’t help that you were so small for him. Tiny, itsy bitsy compared to him, way softer. You could only take only half of him when you tried your best and kept asking for more while Taehyung watched your juicy cunt stretch around him. Oh, then you smelled literally intoxicating. You alerted him with your naughty pheromones and turned him into a sex machine every single month. 

You pleaded again, this time hands holding his collar. You tried to shake Taehyung with every word.  “I want it to hurt. I- I just want you in me, okay? Fuck me, finger me- Fucking fist me! I just need you in me, Taehyung, please….” 

It was difficult for him as it was difficult for you. “You dirty princess.” Taehyung ever so slightly pulled your hair from the root, making your eyes roll back with pleasure. You followed his pull and climbed to his lap. Your lips immediately found his neck, licking it like a little kitten, rather than a scary wolf.

Taehyung fisted his hand on his lap, “You want me to fist you?” He laughed a bit too dangerously. “You can’t even take three of my fingers without crying, you dirty girl.”

His dirty talk was sweet nothings to your ears. As soon as your lips hit his smooth skin you were gone. It was very convenient that he was always burning hot so you lost your shirts in seconds. 

“You don’t have a bra on?” He hissed when your bare skin hit him through his skirt. “No? Why would I need extra layers?” You mumbled while your lips sucked his neck a big red bruise. 

Taehyung’s voice grumbled in his throat as you begged him further. “Take me to our bed, Tae…” Your voice was so weak and desperate. Taehyung followed your request. 

When his back hit the bed, you were back to ravaging him crazy. “Take it off, for fucks sake!” You complained when his cardigan tangled everywhere.

Taehyung airily laughed, “Don’t say bad words!” He spanked you with his large hand. You cried out fake tears. “What do you want, baby?” He asked as he watched you grind against his crotch mindlessly. 

“I- i… I feel so horny for you, baby.” You cried again, fingers digging at his soft skin. 

“Ride me until you are satisfied, okay?” He cooed your face as you got him out of his boxers and hovered over him. 

You were trying to get him ready as if he needed to. He was fucking ready for you before he knocked on the front door. His nose picked up on your smell, and his wolf brain realised his mate needed to be impregnated. 

“Tae…” You sighed as your soaked pussy touched his flaming hot tip. He immediately oozed some precum for you. You rubbed his head against your sensitive lips and whined, “Ahh, so good.” You let his dick go as it could stand by itself. You held Taehyung’s shoulders with both your hands and nestled his cock between your pussy lips. You were too eager but not stretched enough, you glided against his cock, and let his head hit your clit as you experienced pure bliss. 

Thankfully, Taehyung’s wolf nature came with strong stamina even though he felt himself spending after a night with you. 

“Good job…” He whispered as your cries subdued with the contact. His body drugged you like a sweet painkiller. “All you need is my dick, right?” He helped you glide over his dick. 

You hummed, “Yes… It is all...” You slurred. His pretty cockhead was bumping right against your clit as you leaked all over him. Taehyung was glad that your heartbeat calmed down a little bit. Your body was decently relaxed on top of him, but you still shivered from pleasure. 

“My sweet girl…” Taehyung caressed your face and got your hair out of your face. You basically purred into his skin. “You feel amazing, Taetae…” 

Your eyes were closed, your hands on Taehyung’s shoulders to get a good grip to glide yourself on him. You were focused on the pleasure. 

A smile covered your face, you let out a giggle. “Taetae…” You moaned his nickname out. A few giggles left your mouth. 

“What is my darling?” Taehyung asked attentively as your body gently twitched in his hold. Taehyung felt your juices slowly seep out and cover his dick. You made him sticky with your cunt. Your giggles now made more sense. 

You slowly let yourself lay on Taehyung’s chest, “I came Taetae.” You still had the most alluring giggle on your lips. 

“You just cum, baby?” He was intrigued. When you nodded like a jello in his arms, he decided to tease you. “But it has only been three minutes, baby?” 

Again, you gave him a sweet giggle, picked yourself up again and continued to pleasure yourself without caring about Taehyung’s poor dick getting drenched. 

Taehyung then realised what he was in… You continued to ride him for multiple orgasms. 

“Taehyung, oh, baby!” Taehyung wanted to pray for his God as you moaned out loud for the umpteenth time. You were holding his large hands as he supported you as you jumped on his dick like a crazy woman. “Y-you’r- s-so good! Oh- my!” You folded over his body once again as your cunt clenched over him again. You let his hands go as you lay over him, breathing frantically against his neck.

“Did you cum again, baby?” He asked hoarsely. His throat was dry from watching your goddess body ride him like you were obliged to. You rubbed your face to his neck, a sob left your mouth. “Yes, I did. I can’t stop, Taetae…” You confessed ever shy. Your pussy wasn’t shy at all. She was glamorously covering him in your sweet slick, squeezing him for his worth and cumming endlessly. 

“How many times did you cum, baby?” His hands caressed your lower back. He was tempted to spank your ass but the way you shake in his arms stopped him. “S-so many times…” You murmured and you picked yourself up again. Despite your messy hair and make-up and overstimulated state, you sat back up, intertwined hands and started riding him again. You were slow this time, but your thighs were more separated now, giving you a deeper angle to take him. Most of your thrusts were irregular as you got comfortable with the depth. Nevertheless, Taehyung was holding his orgasm vigorously.

“Ah, f-fuck!” You squeezed Taehyung’s hand, your face crumbled in a cry. “You feel s-so big!” Your hips halted with their jumping motion and you started to swirl your hips around. A high-pitched whine followed your actions. “Y-you are so long, fuck!” 

Taehyung was deep inside you. He could feel how you moved around to feel every inch of him. “Ggg-” Taehyung only could give you a low growl. “Getting a good feel of me, heh?” He asked. If you weren’t holding his hands this tightly, he would have given your ass a strong spank, or to your delicious boobs. 

“Yes, baby…” You arched back, Taehyung was sure that he hit the correct place. When you repeated your cute little swirl over and over again, he was sure that you were cumming again. 

“Tae…” Taehyung felt his cock getting flooded by your cum once again. The worst thing was he desperately both needed to cum and didn’t want to cum. 

“Baby… Are you–” He was enamoured by your pleasure. Despite losing your mind a few orgasms ago, you still had the audacity to play with him. 

“Are you mad at me, Taetae?” You pouted with his dick bulging your stomach. Your one hand caressed his face. Taehyung could see your act from a mile away so he bucked his hips up to you.

“Ahh, so biggg…” Your face crumbled in a second with a hazy burn. “You are so deep, baby.” You clawed at his shoulders but didn’t pull him out.

“Mhmm, I am going again…” You gulped, your hips going at their full speed. As your high reached again, you let yourself fall into Taehyung’s chest and cried a full orgasm out in his arms. The sight of your face fully comforted in pleasure was too arousing for Taehyung that he flooded your soppy cunt with his seed. As Taehyung came, his hips moved slightly and yes, feeling him cum you gave him another small orgasm. 

“Bab-y, how on earth?” He asked you with a strained voice. It took everything in him not to continue slamming you stupidly on his cock. 

“I-Iam sorry, it-’s just that- you know your hea-t makes me like this…”  You dared to apologise while subtly continuing to ride his softened cock. 

“Don’t ever apologise!” Taehyung warned you. What the fuck you were apologising for? For riding him like a good girl?

You shrugged with a pout. “You should have never let me fuck you. Now, I don’t want to stopp-” Your hands find their places on Taehyung’s shoulders. You could easily hold onto the bed and fuck yourself but no, you had to touch him.

“I fucking love it when you are like this…” Taehyung hissed through overstimulation. You were the one who fucking came back-to-back and yet he was the little overstimulated bitch. 

“You do?” You hummed as your hips sped up. 

“Fuck, yes!” Taehyung gave you a well-deserved spank on your ass. 

“Ah, don’t hit me! I am s-so sensitive…” You whined; your pout was still on. 

Taehyung rubbed the spot, feeling a little bit guilty. “Mhmm, you are my sensitive little baby, aren’t you?” You nodded; head thrown back. 

“You can’t make your cunt stop cumming… Oh, sweet baby.” Taehyung cooed your face in his palm. You nuzzled against his hand. So, you wanted to ride him like a starved slut and still act like a pampered princess. Okay, he could do that. 

“Do you like it this slow, baby?” He asked gently, his hand dropping to your waist. “Yes, I-I love it…”

“How does it feel?” He breathlessly asked. 

“Like… like I am on top of the world.” You mumbled, speaking true from your mind. Taehyung felt his heart stutter. “Is that so? Do you like using my dick for your pleasure? Come on, baby, use me nice and good” You cried listening to him. He was yours to use, yes. He was all yours. “I-I am h-having f-fun with yo-r dick.” You nodded while your hips worked their magic to make him hit your G spot. 

Taehyung chuckled, “Yes, you have so much fun, baby. I can tell by how many times you came.” You hissed when he tried to fasten your hips. You needed your own pace and so Taehyung opted for simply caressing your waist with his warm large hands when you whined. 

“Your hands feel so warm…so big…” You took a big breath and continued. “A-and your body… s-so big and s-safe for me… I love y-you so muc-h.” While you confessed, tears streamed down your face like an overstimulated baby girl you are. Your hands caressed his honey skin, feeling his silky-smooth body.

“Y/N…” Taehyung breathed out your name slowly and dragged every single syllable. He was getting close to his orgasm again but he didn’t want to end your fun by cumming too soon. 

“Taehyung…” You mimicked him, voice entrenched in pleasure. 

“Baby, I will cum, very soon.” He whispered. He felt like you needed a warning.

“Me too!” You cried. “You will make me cum again! That’s s-so…” 

Taehyung couldn’t bear your slow impaired pace so he started pounding you from where he lay. “Baby…” Your figure immediately shook and you couldn’t hold yourself up on Taehyung’s lap. When you laid over Taehyung, he wrapped his arms around you. He had more control over the position despite having your entire body over him. 

His ragged, low grunts filled your ear. “Yo-r moans…” Your whimpers made him grunt even more. “I-i could c-cum j-st listenin- you, Taetae… You-r ss-sexy…” 

Taehyung squeezed your ass, “Do it then baby.” He talked behind his gritted teeth. “You did come a handful of times, yeah? Why don’t you cum for me again? Let me see how your eyes roll back.” He was mean. He fucking knew what his words did to you. He knew his voice was the reason why you whined like a little slut. “Taetae…” You whined his nickname out with a big sigh and shook in his arms.

“Pretty girl, cum for me like that.” Taehyung followed your orgasm with his and exploded inside you. You ride him through his orgasm despite the overstimulation. He felt so creamy and snuggly when he came. He always gifted you so many good sensations so you retaliated back. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered in his ear while your hips worked subtly. You kissed his forehead. “Thank you, thank you, thank you for-” You hiccuped while Taehyung kept cumming endlessly as you rode him out. “You had so much cum for me…” Your voice was so quiet as if you were afraid that someone would hear you. Taehyung answered only with a grunt and lay with afterglow. You laid back on him fully and cuddle him with his softened dick still inside you.

“Please don’t move…” You whimpered when he tried to move. “I want to stay like this for the rest of the night.” And you did. 

Taehyung was well accustomed to having you sleep on top of him so he fell into a deep slumber after his brain got washed up with sex chemicals. You were drugging his mind so sweetly that he was addicted to you. 

As if you could hear his thoughts, you gently twitched in his arms, clearly waking up. He didn’t open his eyes. “Mhmm…” You moaned. Right then your walls clenched on his soft dick. It felt amazing like his dick getting a hug from your juicy walls. Then, you picked yourself up from his chest. You have drooled on his chest. “Ah!” You winced in pain right as you pulled Taehyung out of you. Taehyung always wondered what you were up to when he was sleeping.

When you pulled Taehyung’s cock out, cum that was plugged into you dripped out to his thighs. It was both an erotic and messy sight. Your womanhood didn’t feel good, your entire midriff was sore. You rolled off Taehyung’s large frame and your back hit the bed after hours of extreme sporty activity that was riding Taehyung. 

You looked over his handsome face. All of his muscles were relaxed. He wasn’t frowning, clenching his teeth or anything. He was sleeping like your cute bear. You couldn’t help your heart swell for him. Your lips wanted to peck that gorgeous face. Taehyung and you did dive into a little bit of somnophilia, but nothing fully. You would never say no to waking up Taehyung's tongue in between your legs. So, you were comfortable giving him an innocent kiss on his forehead. You brushed his fluffy hair back and kissed his forehead again. You murmured something but Taehyung couldn’t catch it. When Taehyung thought you were getting up, he felt another kiss. This time on his shoulder. Another kiss was granted to him in seconds. They were so gentle, almost like a feather tickling his skin. You snuggled to his side while giving him some small kisses. It was more for you to get up and have some motivation to clean yourself. 

When you got up, Taehyung sneakily peeked. You were rushing to the bathroom with your hand cupping your sex so that nothing would leak. It was so fucking hot. Taehyung considered getting up and joining you, but he decided to stay in. It was one of the best decisions he made tonight because when you joined back to him on the bed a few minutes later, you showered him with gentle kisses. It was like you couldn’t get enough of him. You always said this would be the last but pressed another kiss only seconds later. 

“Sleep well, my Taetae bear.” This time Taehyung heard your voice. Then, you snuggled him again and threw your one leg over him. Taehyung fell asleep after that. The last thing he remembered was how you played with his fingers. You lay next to Taehyung, your head resting on his shoulder as you listened to his gentle snoring. The rhythmic sound vibrated through the room, creating a soothing ambience that lulled you into a state of tranquillity.

As you gazed at Taehyung's peaceful face, you couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the man lying beside you. His snoring was like a sweet lullaby to your ears, a reminder of his presence and the comfort he brings to your life.

You watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath, vibrating with the gentle snores that escaped his lips. It was a symphony of sound that intertwined with your love for him. In this simple act of slumber, Taehyung radiated an aura of vulnerability and warmth that captivated you.

Unable to resist, your hand reached out to gently trace the contours of his face, your fingers gliding across his cheek with tender adoration. You marvelled at the way his snores continued uninterrupted.

As your lips pressed softly against his temple, you felt a surge of tenderness swell within you. It was a pure and profound love that filled your heart, a love that was intensified by the gentle snores that escaped his lips. At this moment, you are overwhelmed by the depth of your emotions, a deep-seated yearning to protect and cherish him. And with that realization, you close your eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you, as you drift into a blissful sleep, cradled by the gentle serenade of Taehyung's snoring.

Morning came fast and early. You snuggled to his side; Taehyung didn’t want to get up despite being awake for hours. It was his turn to watch you sleep. He spent the entire morning pressed against you, titties he adored only a reach away from his hand. If you didn’t look so comfortable wrapped in his arms, he would selfishly pull himself back and drown in your titties. Until your sleeping figure decided it was over, Taehyung cuddled you back. He wanted his every day to be like this. 

masterlist | inexperienced | you’re mine | Spoiled |take a break | Best Dad-dy (smut) |

[hornedstorys]

The Hobbit - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader - Liebe auf den ersten Blick

Warnungen: Leser hat längere Haare, Liebe auf den ersten Blick, Achtung kitschig haha

Inhalt: Thorin sieht dich zum ersten Mal

Er hatte schon vieles gesehen, in seinen hunderfünfundneunzig Jahren Leben, die er gelebt hatte. Seien es Frauen unterschiedlichstem Aussehens oder die verschiedenste Edelsteine, die alle in unterschiedlichsten Farben glänzten und leuchteten. Doch keiner war so schön, wie du.

Du warst schüchtern durch die Tür des Hobbits getreten und hast deinen Blick durch den Raum schweifen lassen. Gandalf hatte dich auf die Reise eingeladen, um dich aus deinem Schneckenhaus zu holen. Er wollte, dass du die Welt siehst, mit all ihren Fassetten. Mit ihren Fehlern und auch ihren schönsten Orten.

Von deiner Art her, könnte man meinen du seist ein Mix aus Hobbit und Zwerg. Du hattest gerne deine Ruhe und hast deine Zeit fürs Zeichnen und lesen genutzt, oder für lange Waldspaziergänge. Aber genauso dickköpfig warst du auch.

Du hast nicht gemerkt, wie Thorins blaue Augen, dich intensiv musterten. Du hast die Zwerge, Bilbo und Gandalf begrüßt und dich zu ihnen gesellt, ohne zu ahnen, dass der zukünftige König jetzt schon komplett hin und weg von dir war.

Du warst schöner, als jeder Edelstein und jede Frau, die er je gesehen hatte. Es ließ seinen Atem stocken, als er selbst den Gedanken hatte, dass du schöner warst, als der Arkenstein. Deine geröteten Wangen und das wallende Haar, welches wild über deine Schultern fiel. Draußen wehte ein starker Wind und dennoch fand Thorin, dass dieser deine Haare kaum zerstört hatten. Es ließ dich nur noch schöner aussehen.

Aber nicht nur du warst ihm aufgefallen...

Seine Präsenz war stark, als du Bilbos Hobbithaus betratst. Er hatte eine mächtige Ausstrahlung und seine Augen zogen dich in einen Bann, den du zuvor nie erlebt hattest.

Er war deutlich älter als du, doch das machte ihn nur attraktiver. Seine gräulichen Strähnen, der strenge und harte Blick. Es ließ dein Herz höher schlagen, ohne das du es hättest ändern können. Und als er und die anderen Zwerge anfingen, am Kamin zu singen, war es um dich geschehen.

Unabsichtlich entwickelte dein Geist Bilder und Fragen. Ob er auch für dich so singen würde? Würde er für seine Kinder ebenfalls singen? Für eure Kinder? Seine Stimme war so schön, es ließ eine Gänsehaut über deinen Körper fließen. Du konntest den Gedanken nicht unterdrücken, wie es wohl sein würde Seins zu sein. Deine restlichen, sterblichen Jahre mit ihm zu verbringen, ihm Kinder zu schenken und zusammen alt und grau zu werden.

Genau in diesem Augenblick trafen sich eure Blicke und ihr wart beide wie erstarrt, als hättet ihr euch gegenseitig dabei erwischt, wie eure Gedanken eure Zukunft formten.

Wie naiv.

Wie romantisch.

Wie... unwahrscheinlich?

War es unwahrscheinlich? Oder hatte das Schicksal eure Zukunft schon längst aus einem festen Faden gestrickt, der nie wieder reißen würde?

[dreamywriter143]

Breathtaking

Status: Part 2 of ‘Breathtaking’

Paring: Neteyam x Human Reader (Y/n)

Genre/Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Mentions of death, Romance, Humor, Jealousy.

Summary: Y/n finally realizes why she is able to breathe the dense Padnorian air. It was the will of Ewya herself. Does also that mean her fateful encounter with Neteyam was also meant to be?

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Thank you so much for the AMAZING feedback for ‘Breathtaking’! I’m so shocked with how much you guys loved it! Please keep in mind I’m still new to writing about Na’vi x HumanReader. So please excuse the horrible writing! I hope you guys enjoy!

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Spider glances at the rustling forest around him, his smile dissipating at the sound of rapid footsteps that only continue to get closer to where he had crouched down. He nervously glances at Kiri noticing how she was immersed in the flower she had brought him to show, not realizing the disturbance lingering near.

“Are you expecting anyone?” Spider whispers, standing up to his full height. He slides his bow over his shoulder whilst gripping it tightly. Kiri, who was crouching down in the midst of inspecting the beautiful flower closely , stands up at his tone, her eyes filled with worry.

“No, only Neteyam and Lo’ak know where we are” she murmurs, her ears standing straight as she stares at the source of the rustling. Reaching for her knife around her holster she takes a tentative step forward, Spider moves to stand in front of her, holding his breath in anticipation.

All of a sudden Neteyam hurriedly bursts through the bushes coming to a halt in front of the tensed duo, his face flushed with color as he desperately tries to catch his breath. Spider and Kiri let out sighs of relief lowering their weapons of choice.

“Neteyam you Skxawng! We could have killed you!” Kiri groans in annoyance, her eyes rolling at how her brother acted so stupidly which could have resulted in an injury. He was usually so careful with his footing, barely making a sound.

Neteyam lets out a breathless chuckle, his eyes dancing between Spider and Kiri. He was slightly hunched over, as if cradling something in his arms.

“S-sorry, I was quite-”

“Y/N!!!!”

Spider immediately recognized the messy locks of hair that laid against Neteyam’s arm.

Neteyam had cradled the girl close to his chest, protectively nestled within his large arms. Upon hearing her name, the girl looks up, the flush red color of her cheeks giving away how embarrassed she felt to be in the large Na’vi’s boys arms.

“S-Spider!” She rushes out, her eyes filled with relief when she sees the boy she had been scurrying the whole forest floor for. Kiri glances between the two, her posture completely relaxing knowing it wasn't a stranger.

Neteyam crouches down, his knee resting on the ground below as he helps the girl stand. Her legs wobble as she grabs onto his bicep for balance quickly whispering an apology. Neteyam offers a soft smile, holding out his hand for further support if needed.

“Y/n?” Kiri asks, peering down at the smaller female. Spider had always spoken of a girl living with him at base camp, but due to the fact she never actually ‘saw’ the girl over her many visits to the lab, Kiri chalked it up to Spider having a creative imagination.

“Y/n! What the hell?” Spider rushes up to her, taking her tiny hands into his as he assesses her for any injuries. His hand reaches up to brush over her shoulders and down her arm with worry, forgetting the fact that was still Neteyam crouched right behind her with his mouth forming into a thin line.

“What the hell are you doing here?! Where is your mask! H-how?!?” Spider cups her cheeks, squishing them to make sure the figure in front of him was indeed his dear friend and not just a figment of his imagination.

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, feeling embarrassed that Spider was flocking over her like a mother bird in front of two gorgeous Na’vi’s. She couldn’t help but feel self conscious as is. Y/n reaches up, removing his hands while staring at Spider with slight anger.

“What do you mean! I came here because you took the defected-” she places her hands over his mask, tilting it upwards to read the number it would be branded with. Unfortunately for her the number labeled wasn't the one she had been fearing.

“-exo pack...what the hell?” Y/n knocks against the faceplate in anger. Thankfully it wasn't the defected pack, but that just meant she had a heart attack over nothing. She nearly killed herself, over nothing! And that didn’t bode well with the smaller female.

Placing her hands along her hips she glares into the boy who chuckles nervously. He shrugs his shoulders while taking a step back from the fuming h/c girl.

“You really think I'd leave with a defective pack?” He questions, slightly offended that Y/n would think he would be dumb enough to do so. Y/n huffs in annoyance, pinching the bridge of her nose while trying to calm herself down. She inhaled deeply before turning her attention back to Spider, forgetting the Na’vi who watched her with curious eyes.

“Then what did you do to it?!”

“I threw it, obviously?”

“Ugh Spider! You’re supposed to log that type of stuff. I didn't see it in the recycling unit! Hence why I came all the way out here! Scared shitless that you might be dead!”

Kiri snickers from her spot beside Spider, clamping her mouth shut when Spider glances her way with an unimpressed glare. He turns back to Y/n while smiling nervously.

“I didn’t recycle it…..more so chucked it into the forest?”

“Spider!”

“Seriously?”

Y/n throws her hands up in anger, anger over the fact she even worried over an idiot to the point she left the confines of the base. And anger over the fact Spider clearly violated their code of not harming the environment whatsoever.

“You can’t throw it out in the forest you dummy, when we go back we have to recycle it ok? Don’t go around harming the environment around you. Alright?” Y/n lectures, her eyes knowing as she nudges against him. Spider nods in defeat at her words.

“She’s right, our eco system is not used to your technology. No matter how minor, it has consequences” Kiri pipes up, taking a step closer to Y/n. She kneels down to her level offering a friendly smile, one that Y/n returns with a slight flush on her cheeks. Neteyam watches curiously, slightly proud over the fact that a human like Y/n, cared about his world. And with such sincerity. It amazed him.

“I don’t believe we met, I’m Kiri. You must be Y/n?” Kiri introduces herself, causing Y/n’s eyes to widen.

“Kiri? Oh………..ohhh!!!” Y/n smiles wide, glancing at Spider who cowers at her knowing look.

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve heard so much about you!” Y/n explains taking a shaky step forward. Slightly limping. Neteyam automatically reaches his hand out to steady her, his heart racing at the thought of her falling again. She steadies herself before clasping her tiny hands with Kiri who smiles wide at her words.

“And I you,”

“Good things I hope?” Y/n throws a warning glance towards Spider who shrugs it off playfully.

“We’ll, up until now I didn’t know that you actually existed” Kiri announces, Neteyam quirks a confused eyebrow. He had never heard Spider mention Y/n before. It could have been due to the fact he was barely around to visit the lab. Not that he wanted to. He cared for Spider, but he couldn’t hold back the inner urge to dislike humans and their inventions. That’s why he never made it his mission to check out the lab or their equipment on his own accord. Which is why it pegged him, why was he so easily accepting of Y/n?

“You mean you thought I was crazy?” Spider interjects, sounding offended as he tries to get in between Kiri and Y/n’s bonding.

Y/n huffs out, waving her hand dismissively. “That’s besides the point” she says softly causing him to pout.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is how are you not dead?!” Spider asks, looking to Neteyam for an explanation. The older Na’vi had been uncharacteristically quiet, so when everyone turned to him for an explanation he felt his cheeks flush with color.

“W-well, after I found her on our way over here she fell, sprained her ankle and broke her mask-”

“Oh my-”

“But she was able to breathe fine…I believe there is some significance to that. Earlier I saw a Atokirina approach her and accept her….it was as if Ewya ha-”

“-had chosen her” Kiri finishes his sentence cutting him off. Neteyam nods, his face turning towards Y/n who smiles shyly. He feels an elective shock surge through him at the sight, though he doesn't know why.

“I'm not so sure about that, there has to be a scientific reason for it. I must let Norm and Max know” Y/n says quickly, her eyes turning away from Neteyam’s focused stare. Ever since the fall Neteyam had insisted that he carry her the rest of the way. Though Y/n opposed the idea, the 8ft Na’vi wasn't going to take no for an answer. They did indeed make it rather quickly to Kiri and Spider, but at the cost of Y/n’s dignity,

“Speaking of which it’s really late, I’ll take Y/n back-” Spider steps towards Y/n, nodding as she tries not to put any weight on the ankle she had strained, frowning at the injury.

“-think you can walk?” He asks softly, reaching out for her.

“I think I can…wo- '' Y/n loses balance for a moment ready to fall face first into the ground below. But luckily a strong arm catches her mid fall, holding her tightly as if afraid to let her slip through his fingers. Y/n flushes crimson, staring down at the large blue arm wrapped around her waist yet again.

“T-thanks Neteyam” she stammers, feeling quite embarrassed. Turning her head slightly to show her appreciation as she smiles softly. Neteyam shakes his head, his eyes were so focused on her face, her eyes, her beautiful lips that he almost had lost himself in his thoughts once again. He clears his throat gently placing her down and turns to face Spider.

“I can assist you guys back. It’ll be safer that way” he suggests, secretly hoping Spider would agree. He wanted to insure their safety, most importantly Y/n’s safety.

“It’s alright Neteyam I got it. Thanks for watching out for her, she can be quite a handful” Spider chuckles, picking Y/n up with ease in his arms. Y/n yelps at the sudden change from standing on her two feet to floating midair, her face once again flushing red.

“Hey!”

Spider ignores her pleas to put her down, taking a step past the Na’vi with her still in his arms, he glances back momentarily, offering a smile to Kiri who returns it right away.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow monkey boy, get back safely” Spider turns around barley ducking for a tree branch that hangs low, grazing past the top of Y/n hair.

“Watch it!! She’s delicate!” Neteyam takes a cautious step forward before freezing. Kiri snorts out before covering her mouth at her brother's sudden words.

As his words register in his head Neteyam flushes purple, he quickly stands up straight clearing his throat he sputters out words while avoiding eye contact with a surprised Spider, and a wide eyed Y/n.

“I-I mean, be careful!”

“Neteyam, I got this.” Spider nods knowingly, he was promising to keep Y/n safe. And Neteyam seemed to have calmed down in that regard, his stare turned to Y/n who peered at him with a soft smile across her lips. He feels his heart tug in slight pain not knowing if he’d see her again.

“Will I-we be seeing you tomorrow?”

“I don’t know ...I hope so” Y/n whispers truthfully, her lips forming into a full smile knowing that Neteyam wanted to see her again. Out of his own free will. She couldn't help but feel giddy at the thought. The boy who saved her life reluctantly, now seems to genuinely care and want her near him.

Just as the duo disappear into the forest Kiri turns to her brother, smirking wide.

“Wow”

“What?”

“Nothing….just enjoying the view”

~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n and Spider sit on the medical chair in the middle of the lab as Norm and Max flock over them, their eyes holding disappointment as Max ran several tests on Y/n to make sure she was ok.

“What were you thinking! You could have died!!” Norm grumbles, throwing his hands in the air in frustration, Max nods at his friend's words, examining a sample of Y/n’s blood through a microscope. He notes that there were no abnormalities in the sample, she didn't seem to have any negative effects from being outside without an oxygen tank.

“But I didn't….I'm still here” Y/n rolls her eyes at his worry. She was fine other than the minor sprain which they tended to right away when they arrived.

“That’s not the point Y/n, what you did was dangerous….”

“We’ll if I didn’t then Spider would have died-“

“But I was fine-“

“Not helping!”

Y/n glares at Spider which causes him to keep his mouth shut. Taking a deep breath she faces Norm and Max who were staring at the tablet in hand, going over the sample results.

“The point is, I’m fine. Neteyam helped me and assisted me. If I didn’t go after Spider I wouldn’t have found out I can breathe the air out there. We can finally crack the code on our genetic makeup for humans to breathe Pandora’s air!”

At her words Norm and Max share a knowing look, where Norm nods giving Max the ok to speak, “Y/n…we knew you could breathe the air out there” Max says softly, he took a step closer to her to carefully place a bandaid over where he took a blood sample.

“WHAT?”

Y/n feels her heart drop at his words.

“W-what?”

They had known, they had known the entire time and hadn't thought of taking her out, choosing to keep her in this prison on purpose? They held such an important thing from her, for what? Y/n’s eyes sting with tears, the truth holding far too much weight.

Y/n hops down from the chair, Spider following her ready to hold her back while he carefully watches her tensed back. The way her hands clenched into fists and her angry tears that began flowing freely down her cheeks, he couldn’t help but sympathize and feel her rage.

“T-then why have you ... .you've kept me locked up in this-this prison knowing I’m suitable for the world out there?”

“Y/n, calm down-“

“NO!! I will not calm down! All my life I’ve been…stuck here!! All my life! I never got the chance to go out because you made me believe it wasn't suitable for me! And now I find out you lied? How can I ever trust you?” Spider holds Y/n back, her tears cascading down her cheeks at a rapid pace as she didn’t bother wiping them away. She felt betrayal weigh her down, her world crashing around her.

“Why…w-why did you do it” her voice cracked with pain and she leaned against Spider’s hold, unable to muster the energy to keep standing.

“Because we were scared..”

“Scared?” Spider's tone held more malice than he had intended, but he couldn’t help it when his close friend sobbed in his arms.

“Your mother-Dr L/n was a brilliant doctor. She assisted the Na’vi through tough times barley caring for her own deteriorating health….while she was heavily pregnant with you, due in a few weeks time-she went out to grab some herbs to for testing as well as ointment” Max begins silently, pushing his glasses up against the bridge of his nose,

“She insisted that no one tag along with her because she didn’t want us to affect the geological atmosphere. Considering how she is human, she didn’t want to create a fuss as is,”

“While she was deep into the woods, she went into labor. Neytiri had been nearby and tried helping her before she began active labor. They…They were close. The delivery was difficult as Neytiri couldn’t do too much..” Norm adds, taking a seat on his chair, hanging his head low in sadness.

Y/n seems to calm down, resting against Spider while listening carefully. The tears continued to cascade as she was finally able to hear what really happened to her mother years ago.

“By the time we were informed and arrived to the scene, your mother….had passed”

“You…you died Y/n. The moment you came out, you stopped breathing. You didn’t stand a chance against the harsh environment of Pandora. The very air suffocated you upon your first breath.” Max chokes up, taking off his glasses quickly to wipe away the tears as he recalled the events of that day.

“I held you, checked you for your vitals which…there were none. We thought we lost both you and your mother that day…and then, you cried”

“As scientists we are taught not to believe in miracles, but there you were. The first breath you ever took, and it was Pandora’s air. You were able to breathe the air like it was normal, it was as if you were reborn. As if Ewya gave you another chance”

Y/n wipes her tears, her expression hard as she was able to pull herself away from Spider to stand on her own, “Then…then why keep me here?”

“We were scared that Ewya spared you to survive for…that movement. We were too scared to take you out there in fear that you actually couldn't breathe it now that you're much older. We didn’t want to take any chances, we couldn’t risk losing you too ... .So over the years we conducted tests to see if anything would change, your genetic code stayed the same and we couldn’t figure out why or how you were able to breathe the air as an infant. We are not even close to cracking the code for humans to able to breathe the air, and seeing how you are able to now... .it’s clear only you can do this…” Norm states, standing up only to frown when he notices Y/n take a step back.

“Y/n we’re sorry for what we’ve done. Everything we ever did was for your own good, you are like a daughter to us " Max reaches out, placing a comforting hand on Y/n shoulder as she sighs out, wiping the remaining tears she pulls herself away, quietly retracting to her quarters without uttering a word.

~~~~~~~~~~~

It didn’t take Y/n long to forgive Norm and Max for what they’ve done. She knew they had the best intentions in mind but that didn’t help the feeling of betrayal from consuming her. Over the past few days she stayed locked in her room, requesting her meals to be delivered to her due to her sore ankle.

Even though her heart ached to be out once again, to explore the beauty she dreamed of while also interacting with Na’vi, especially Neteyam. She couldn’t bring herself to do so. She was so worked up over the fact that years had been stolen from her, she couldnt find it in herself to take the few steps to freedom. Days went by as Y/n actively declined Spider’s request to take her out.

As days progressed and at a slow pace, Y/n’s mood lifted a bit as her ankle healed. Her ankle seemed to be much better now, she was able to stand and walk without much aid but she still didn't feel the drive to move, the drive to leave.

“Y/n?” Spider peeks into her room, his exo pack slung over his arm. He looked ready to go out again.

“Yes?” Y/n sighs, not moving from her spot hunched over her desk. She had paused on the log she was currently watching, of her mother examining various plants and herbs she was fascinated with.

“There is someone who wants to speak with you”

“Spider, I’ll speak to Norm and Max when I feel like it, We both apologized. What more is there to say,” Y/n says with slight annoyance, turning away from him. Spider lets out a throaty chuckle, his eyes mysteriously twinkling with mischief.

“It’s not Norm, or Max,” he says before quickly disappearing from the room. Feeling a budding question Y/n gets up with a grunt, stretching her sore limbs before leaving the comfort of her room.

Her steps were slow as she quietly padded down the cold hall leading towards the lab, finding it weird how no one was nearby. It wasn't even that late into the day. Where has everyone gone? Y/n nears the lab, placing her thumb into the biometrics as the doors slide open with a swoosh.

“Ok Spider, wha-“

Y/n’s words die along her tongue as her eyes widen. Her jaw goes slack while she tries to figure out that what she saw in front of her was indeed real and not her imagination.

“Oh shit bro, you were right! She’s a cutie!”

There in the confines of the laboratory crouched down just to fit in were three Navi’s, two of which held bright smiles when their eyes snapped towards her direction, another stared at her in pure astonishment. His tail swished around him in pure excitement as he examined the girl his brother wouldn’t shut up about for the past few days.

“H-Hi!” Y/n squeaks when her eyes immediately land on the handsome Na’vi who blushed furiously at his brother's statement. She steps into the lab, her smile growing wide as Spider chuckles loudly. Kiri smacks him and the unidentified male Na’vi to shut them up before walking closer to said girl.

“Y/n, how are you?” She asks softly, crouching fully to the girl's height. She smiles sheepishly, forcing herself to train her gaze away from the handsome Na’vi who had been taking up her thoughts.

“It’s alright, I’ve…I’ve learned alot about my past and it’s hard to digest is all”

“Is that why you haven’t been around? Neteyam has been asking of you every time Spider drops by-“

“No!-“

All eyes turn to Neteyam who tries to scramble to his feet in embarrassment, knocking a bunch of papers and equipment along the way. Y/n bites her lip from laughing at the scene as he desperately tried to compose himself, while trying to put the things back to where they were in a hurry,

“-I-I mean I’ve been concerned. That’s all!” Neteyam assures quickly , making Y/n nod, a smile tugging along her lips. He looked adorable when flushed as he glared daggers into the two males who snicker on his behalf.

Y/n turns her attention back to a worried Kiri who waits for her response, “T-thank you. I’m fine....” she whispers softly, biting her lips as the last few days replayed inside her head. The group seemed to fall into a moment of silence, registering how upset and conflicted the girl looked.

“Y/n? Spider told us. And I know this is a lot to take in, but know you were chosen by Ewya. Everything has a purpose. There is a reason why you’ve found out about your uniqueness now. Trust me, it’ll make sense soon” Kiri assured, sending an encouraging smile. Neteyam nears his sister, offering a soft smile in return.

“Thank you Kiri” Y/n murmurs, her eyes softening at her words. Maybe everything that has happened had a purpose?

The unknown Na’vi sighs out as everyone shares a smile along their lips. The male stretches his legs before brushing past Neteyam and Kiri only to stop right in front of Y/n who stares at him quizzically.

“Now, on a better note-“

The Na’vi crouches down to her level, his eyes playful and full of wonder as he examines her from head to toe. Y/n felt her face flush red at the close examination, she even caught the way how he leaned in to take a whiff of her scent which didn't help her nervously beating heart.

“I’m Lo’ak! You know. The cool one? Spider must have spoke of me often”

The male introduces himself, raising his clenched hand up for a fist bump which Y/n immediately returns her smile stretching wider into a grin.

“Lo’ak! Oh yes, nice to meet you. I’m Y/n. Spider speaks quite fondly of you.” Her words causes Lo’ak’s smile to grow wider as he throws Spider an appreciative nod. He quickly turns back to her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“That’s what’s in talk’n about!! I’m glad I’ve made such a good impression-” the sly wink he sent to Y/n causes Neteyam to groan in annoyance.

“-Now, how about we all get outta here?”

~~~~~~~~~

Y/n stares at the beautiful flower in front of her while crouching down beside Neteyam. Her eyes drank in the way the sun caused the petals of the flower to glimmer beautifully, sending a feeling of wonder and awe through her. In all her life Y/n had never seen something this beautiful, well, other than Neteyam who was something else to be reckoned with.

Neteyam shares quick glances between the quiet girl and the flower, watching how her eyes lit up as she leans a bit closer towards the blossoms. Neteyam smirks in amusement at how her mouth formed a ‘o’ in amazement.

“What is this flower called?” Y/n whispers, turning her head slightly to face Neteyam while still keeping the beautiful flower in view. Neteyam chuckles at her words, his chest vibrating with laughter.

“That’s a Tsawksyul” he replies.

Y/n smiles at how easily he said the word, how smoothly it glazed against his tongue. Neteyam watches Y/n pause for a bit, as if he would see the gears shifting in her brain as she deciphers the meaning of the word in her head.

“A Sun-Lilly? Tsaw-ky-syul?” Y/n tries to mimic the way Neteyam pronounced it only to fail terribly. She winced at how rough the beautiful word sounded against her tongue. Neteyam’s eyes glimmer with affection seeing how she tried her best to learn, her curiosity knowing no bounds.

Scooting closer to the much smaller girl he points to the flower in between them, “Its ‘t͡sawk.sjul’,” he repeats, much slower then before which allows her time to mimic him, her words come out choppy but better than before making Neteyam smile wider.

“It’s beautiful, why is it called that?” Y/n asks, leaning her head against her crossed arms resting in her knee. A smile twitches against his lips at the gesture, he knew how much smaller she was compared to him, but now sitting this close, their bodies nearly touching, Neteyam feel a urge to protect her, his tiny human.

“It’s a sun loving flower, it blooms fully during the day” Neteyam murmurs, his longer fingers reaching down to pick a flower that had fallen from the bush. The stem is still intact which he holds delicately, twirling the flower. The sun hitting the petals just right as Y/n watches completely mesmerized.

“Wow”

Neteyam chuckles in amusement at how her fingers twitched, as if she wanted to reach out to touch it like he had but stopped herself from doing so.

“It reminds me of you” Neteyam mumbles softly, taking the flower and tucking it behind her ear. Y/n freezes at the action, shutting her eyes out of reflex as Neteyam secures the blossom in place. His breath hitched as she slowly opens her eyes.

Two worlds, a beautiful flower of his world and a Tawtute. Two things that shouldn’t mix, but looked perfect in his eyes. Like they were meant to be.

“H-how so?” Y/n asks, reaching up for her fingers to trace over the delicate petals. It felt so soft to the touch and Y/n knew right then and there she would cherish that flower for all of eternity.

“It reminds me of your smile…how your smile lights up your entire face. Similar to a Tsawksyul” Neteyam admits bashfully. His bioluminescent freckles flicker under her watchful eyes in slight shyness.

“T-thank you!” Y/n squeals, averting her eyes to the other Na’vi not too far away from them playing around with Spider. Her heart beating wildly against her ribcage

“D-don’t mention it,” Neteyam whispers, his attention averting again to the flowers in front of him. Flowers that once looked so beautiful to him, now paled in comparison to who sat before him.

~~~~~~

“This is Eam’pin, I named her after my mothers previous ikran Seze” (Green) Neteyam pets the beautiful creature, decorated green markings that made her look unique. Y/n, who maintains some distance watches in wonderment.

Over the past few weeks she had grown closer to the Sully’s, meeting her favourite current Na’vi Tuk along the way. It was odd at first that even though Y/n was older than Tuk by a lot, Tuk still towers over her tiny human body.

Today Tuk urged Neteyam to finally take Y/n to see the Ikran, up close and personal since the girl had expressed her interest over the magnificent beasts.

Neteyam had been reluctant at first due to the slight fear of Y/n getting hurt based on her fragile body. She was human, and though she has grown accustomed to the world around her. He still felt worry rise within him.

Y/n and Neteyam have grown close over the past few weeks, whenever he had time off from his training he would look for her in a heartbeat. He always accompanied her out into the forest where she would inspect the fauna around her.

He loved watching her appreciate his world, all with the purest intentions. Neteyam grew to understand that maybe not all humans were bad after walking and his initial distaste started to wear off the more he spent time with her.

Now that Tuk started tagging along often, Y/n had grown more comfortable. Interacting with the creatures as her interests grew. Which led to this moment, right before Neteyam could go on patrol Tuk had dragged Y/n to visit his ikran.

Knowing very well that Neteyam’s ikran was much kinder than others when in his presence. Spider and Lo’ak also tagged along, waiting for Neteyam to depart so they can drag Y/n off with them to their pre-planned adventure.

“She is, but don’t look in her eyes. She is very calm but fierce as well” Tuk reminds her.

Y/n nods, casting her stare downcast as Neteyam easily mounts his Ikran. Once he makes Tsaheylu, the ikran screeches. It’s head turning towards Y/n, the girl that took up all of Neteyam’s thoughts. The ikran eyes softened a bit, noting the fondness Neteyam felt towards her.

Seeing how Neteyam readied himself to take off Y/n steps closer towards them, a sad smile along her lips knowing she wouldn’t be able to spend time with him today.

“Be careful?”

Neteyam lets out a throaty chuckle, his eyes crinkling with happiness. “Oh my Tsawksyul, I’m always careful”

“See you soon?”

“I’ll be back before you know it” Neteyam promises before looking at Lo’ak who smirks.

Neteyam nods towards him, his eyes speaking volumes. Reminding him to stay safe, to keep Y/n and Tuk safe. Lo’ak waves his hand off dismissively which causes the older Na’vi to sigh out. He lets out a call before his Ikran takes to the sky, Y/n covers her eyes from the leaves the rustle wildly at the sudden movement.

Lo’ak and Spider walk closer to the girls, both wearing shit eating grins, “So…..Tsawksyul??”

Y/n immediately flushes pink, swatting her hand out to hit the taller Na’vi, barley causing him to flinch, “Oh stop it Lo’ak!”

“No, it’s cute! Sickenly cute. I’d say you and my brother are getting quite acquainted” Lo’ak teases making Spider snort beside him,

“We’re friends! That’s all”

“Her diary says otherwise,” Spider quickly adds, which causes Y/n blood to run cold.

“You read my diary?!? Spider I’m going to kill you!” Y/n roars, lunging after the retreating male. Tuk giggles before following after the duo.

Lo’ak howls with laughter, running after the group trying to insure Y/n didn’t get to Spider first.

“Wait, don’t kill him yet! Bro! Tell me what it says!”

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Pt.3 (coming out tomorrow)

A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you for everyone who had been looking forward to Pt 2. Unfortunately I didn’t want to make Pt.2 a 5k+ fic so I decided to do it two parts. Pt.3 will be out tomorrow so please look forward to it!! Thank you much and I hope you all like Pt2! I’m so thankful to those who understand that I’ve been going through, but I also want to apologize for taking so long, I hope you enjoy!

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[dragonridernoobie]

Dang you hit me with the feels man

To balance it out can I ask for Ganon with his human love, as the first gift she give him and the gorudos a hydro melon as it's a fruit that can grow only in extreme heat like the desert and selective area where the humans settlement is

And introduce them to ice cream by freezing water at night and used it to make ice cream with the fruit juice, cream, some rock salt and sugar

Even showing and teaching them all the best areas to find plentiful food to feed the village

Sure! I'm always down for ganondorf ask! He needs more love. Also, sorry if this is a bit short. I'm kinda one handed atm and probably for a while!

Ganondorf X HumanReader (Part.2)

Ganondorf met some strange beings called humans. They had no magic or abilities and were exposed to the elements, but he never saw a species so resilient.

He saw them survive from the wrost injures, survive from the harshest weather, and sickness, you name it, and they survived.

The most insane he has seen them survive was a bear attack. They had missing limbs and flesh and recovered. He won't lie if he was a bit creeped but by that.

They all had unique ways of surviving that would be looked down on, but when they cured some of his villagers, he had gained a new mountain of respect for them.

While he got to know them, he also met (Y/N). She helped him with his village and showed him and his people ways of how to find water and food in the most unlikely of places.

After months of knowing them, he got close to a human named (Y/N). They decided to date and their villages became closer.

Today was an extra hot day, and the Gerudos were struggling. The humans and (Y/N) offer a nice cold treat called "Ice Cream".

Ganondorf was curious and accepted and watches them.

He watches them take the water melons they grew and took some ice they brought from a storage place they had.

He watches them smash up the ice and melons and mix them.

They hand him a bowl of this ice treat and watch then sprinkle surgar ontop of it.

When he tried it, ganondorf swears he never ate somthing so sweet and refreshing.

The humans show his village how to make them and it definitely made the village more happy.

Humans were indeed unique.

[wandering-gambler]

I just had an idea about Zhongli paired with a reader who contains a god within them, and they switch from one to the other over time. However, I struggle to express my ideas in written form, so I'm hoping you can help me.

Imagine a reader whose body contains a god, who is an integral part of their being. I believe this idea has potential to be very intriguing.

For example, the reader can see the god, who acts as an extension of themselves, but with some minor differences in appearance or behavior.

Picture this: the reader possesses the special power of splitting into two separate entities, enabling certain people to observe them concurrently. This talent could be utilized for pranking Zhongli or other mischief-making antics.

—-Should any writer for Zhongli come across this and be willing to contribute their literary gifts, please do inform me.—-

•••Ignore if I made any spelling mistakes or missed anything etc•••