#kofun voss

[ludicdoll]

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋

kofun ☆

pairing: kofun x fem!reader

contents: reader has vision, softdom kofun, praising, massaging, eye contact, size kink, kofun being gentle with you

synopsis: kofun comes to see you after his training.

a/n: all i’ve been thinking about for the past week is season 2 episode 6 where kofun’s getting deoowwwnnnn with sibeth (gag i know) so i had to write this, also this is kinda ass and short but wtv

it’s dark out, the quiet wind breezing through your cracked windows. you were getting ready to go to bed, changing into your velvet worn out night gown. your whole body ached in discomfort from all the labor you had done earlier. you were out hunting and had ridden far to the outskirts of town for food. before you could climb into bed, you hear a loud knock outside the cabin. you lived quite distant from any near by towns, so you never expected anybody to show up to your cabin in the middle of the night. interested, you walk out your room and pad over to the window—peaking your head out. your face instantly lights up as soon as you see your boyfriend outside, arms crossed in front of his chest.

you quickly unlock the door, melting into his embrace when he reaches out to you. “hey princess.” he whispers in your ear. his hand strokes down your back, smiling into your neck. “you missed me?” he asks. you nod, opening the door and letting him in.

he kicks off his boots then removes his thick coat. you hold onto his pinkie, leading him past the kitchen and into your bedroom. your room is dimly lit with a lantern in the corner, a few candles off to the side. as the two of you sit on the edge of the mattress, you realize his calloused hand had a huge cut running across his palm. “oh my god,” you gasp, picking up his large hand and examining it closely. he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head in response. “i got cut during training.” he adds. you frown at him and brush his disheveled curls away from his face. “you’ve been training nonstop recently. aren’t you tired?”

kofun hums, staring down at your much smaller hand in his. “i’m okay baby,” he mumbles, but you can tell he isn’t because of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his voice was more monotone and dry, he hasn’t been keeping up with his appearance as well either. you ponder for a while before scooting back on the cot behind him. kofun turns, raising a brow. your hands find their way to his shoulders, slowly massaging his tense arms. “relax, you deserve this.” you say as you press a kiss on his cheek. you hear him sighing, leaning into your soft touch. you took your time, working out the tension and knots. you enjoyed these tender moments with him, he always gave you princess treatment and you wanted to give something back in return.

as you continued to work your way down his tall frame, you pull him closer down the bed, his back resting against the pillows. you crawl over to him, straddling his lap. kofun looked down at you, intrigued with what you were doing. your hands left his shoulders and settled onto your side. “you should relieve your stress,” you mutter as you unbutton his vest and shirt. he doesn’t protest—only watching silently when you continue to undress him. he then pulls off his trousers, planting kisses down your neck. you feel kofun’s hand slide under your dress and up to your waist—his erection rutting up against your clothed pussy.

“oh, fuck…” he breathes out as his hands travel up to your plump breasts. you pull on the waist band of his boxers, dragging them off his legs. you quickly follow after to take off your panties, moaning into his kisses. he pulls away from the kiss when your hand presses up against his chest to push him down into the plush of the mattress. he lays there, eyes wandering all over your body. “let me take care of you, kofun.” you speak softly. he whimpers in protest, but is kept down with you in his lap. you slip your dress over your head to expose your bare body. his eyes drop to your pussy, your breasts, then back up to make eye contact with you.

there’s a flame in his eyes, fueled with passion and love. you drop down to kiss him again, your hands pressed against his face. he grabs the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and gentle, his tongue sliding in your mouth with ease. his lips are plush and soft against yours. kofun lets out a trail of “mhm’s”, his dick still hard with anticipation.

a lewd string of saliva breaks when you pull away from his pink lips. your hand reaches down to his thick cock, a glob of precum spewing out on his thick tip. your hand runs up and down his dick, slightly edging him on. “ah—fuck, c’mon.” he whines. “i need to feel you, baby.”

you bite on your bottom lip, rubbing his tip against the entrance of your wet cunt. he moans at sudden feeling, lulling his head back into the pillows. slowly, you sink down onto his tip, letting his thick cock stretch you out. kofun instantly picks his head back up to watch his dick seeping into you. you whine when you feel the sharp pain in your stomach slowly turning into pleasure. when you finally adjust to his full length, you start rolling your hips—arching your back. you press your chest against his. you feel his arms snake around your waist, large hands gripping at your ass. kofun snaps his hips up, helping you ride him out roughly. after a while, he realizes your steady pace is slowing down from exhaustion. he had a much higher sex drive compared to you, and you hated that. kofun plunges deeper into your pussy, moving your hips up and down with his hands. your mind is cloudy with lust, vision blurry from tears forming in your eyes.

“mm, kofun—i can’t.. i can’t do it.” you cry out. he shakes his head, kissing your cheek and wiping a stray tear on your cheek. “yes you can, princess. you can do it,” he continues to fuck you dumb, groaning and praising sweet words into your ear. you straighten up from his chest, grabbing onto the overhead bar of the bed. as you bounce up and down on his thick girth, kofun takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud. the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on your tits and the relentless rhythm in his hips fuzzes your mind. his dick was splitting through your tight cunt, filling you to the brim. you try to suppress your moans, but fail miserably everytime. the curve of his dick continues to hit against your gummy walls mercilessly. “you’re doing so good f’me. that’s it baby, that’s it.” he chants below you.

his constant praises only ignites the fire in your core more and more. missing the absent feeling of his lips—you shift in his hold and take his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. kofun’s pace is fast, but gentle. he was so much larger compared to you, and you loved it. your fingers work their way up to his curls, slightly tugging on them. his dick suddenly hits the sensitive back wall of your pussy causing you to let out a loud cry. you chant his name over and over, his fingers digging into your waist. “you like that?” he mutters as his fingers find their way to your swollen clit. he massages circles on the bud, chuckling when you start shaking in his arms.

kofun licks at your neck, a choked groan leaving his lungs. your hips starts to stutter against his cock when he quickens the pace against your clit. you sob and plead when he pounds into your pussy. he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he loved seeing you hypnotized and blabbering about how much you needed him on his dick. your cunt squeezes, spamming and tightening around him, a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. the wet sounds of your pussy and skin slapping on skin fills the room—his praises and moans increasing in volume with each thrust. kofun stiffens when you tense up, indicating that he’s near his release. out of desperation, you pick up your hips and bounce frantically on him to chase your climax. “oh fuck! kofun, baby—i’m close.” you peer your head up to look at him for reassurance. he meets your eyes, his gaze softening in yours. “yea? you’re so fucking beautiful.” he growls into your skin, his grip on the back of your neck tightening.

suddenly, you feel an electric shock run through your body—releasing a euphoric feeling of pure bliss over yourself. and soon after, kofun comes with a strained moan, milking himself inside of you with a fuzzy warmth that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders. you softly bounce up and down in his lap, riding out the ecstasy. the small room is filled with panting and breathing. you lift up your hips, his thick cock slipping out of you with a pop. you groan at the absent ache between your legs, your pussy raw and dripping with fluids. you fall limp into his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. kofun softly chuckles above you before planting a gentle kiss at the crown of your head. he runs his hand up and down the divot of your back to comfort you. “you did so well,” he says with adoration. you look up, humming in response before kissing his jaw.

he smiles at you, pulling the blanket up to cover your bare spine. “i love you so much.” his voice laced with devotion.

“i love you more.” you reply.

© please do not publish my work on other sites.

[sassy-sofia]

Kofun really is walking through life confused and I feel that.

[jasonmomoaonline]

Jason Momoa as Baba Voss See on Apple Tv+ 1x3 “Fresh Blood”

[booasaur]

See (2019) - 2x06 || 3x04 - Baba and his children

[riotinyellow]

I dont care how much stats you throw my way

I will remain under the impression that I'm the only person who has seen see

[cptrs]

[queenmaghra]

They were afraid.  They were right to be.

[cacophonylily]

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: Kofun Voss x male reader

req: no | wc: 2.55k | fix-it fic, domestic fluff, parenthood

summary: The escapades of Asav Voss, the newest addition to the Valier tribe and the Voss family.

warnings: none that I can think of.

a/n: is this the first of its kind? (kofun fic) probably not. would it be the first on AO3, if I posted on AO3? yes, last time I checked.

spoiler warning!

Paris and Toad live!!! because I said so!! and I can!

When the child was finally born, Kofun didn't know what to think.

Did he even want a child? The answer was a clear 'no'. He was hardly eighteen! However, as he stared down at the newborn bundled up in soft furs and in his arms, he knew his duty was set out ahead of him.

This was his kid, his very own, born of his mistakes. It wasn't his fault. He shouldn't live a life without his real father just because of his birth's conditions.

He's crying. It's so loud.

"Paris." He tugs at the woman's sleeve. "Help," An awkward pause follows as he fully registers his duty. To care for the child, his son. "me."

"What?" She answers quickly. "What is it?"

"Why is he crying?" Kofun asks. He's so very helpless. He doesn't know the first thing about taking care of a kid. "How do I make him stop?"

Paris laughs. She laughs. Kofun's eyebrows furrow and the desperation in his face shows more and more by the second, not that she can see it. So he has to wake her from her laughter verbally. "Paris?"

"All babies cry when they are born." She explains, laughter sprouting at the very edges of her voice. "The crying expands their lungs."

"Oh." Kofun bites his lip, staring back down at his son. He'd never read such a thing in a book before, and he's read many books; but Jerlamarel didn't leave a book on human offspring and parenting behind when he abandoned him and Haniwa. His confusion was valid.

He falls in a trance as he stares. Thoughts devour his head, emotions as well. He knows Paris can sense them. Regret, fear, dread. He doesn't even notice she speaks again until she raises her voice.

"What will you name him?"

He doesn't know. He hadn't thought about it.

His father, Jerlamarel, had named Kofun after something ancient, something more ancient than even the old world: Kofun tombs of the Kofun period of Japan, and then he had named Haniwa after the clay sculptures around the tombs.

He thinks about what his real father, Baba, would've named him. It would've been something Alkenny. He thinks about his tribe's former members, the ones that had died protecting him: Arca, Matal, Ilun, Sinjay. What follows all those names, names he will never forget, is a new one. It follows like God bone chain; set out in a line, uniform, and permanently joined together.

"Asav." He says. "His—Your name will be Asav."

When a child was born to the Alkenny, they were raised not only by the parents, but also by the entire community. If Jerlamarel had left books about human offspring, they would've stated that this kind of communal raising had been proved effective. But still, the old world children were raised by only two parents, and so were the Payan children.

Kofun didn't want this for his son. Regardless, for the boy's first two years, Asav was raised by the Voss family. His parents and Paris had been great help, and Haniwa a good aunt.

This was a group of people, but Kofun didn't consider it a community. The family was tight-knit. Asav would only come to know a monotonous experience; a harmonious monotony indeed, but a monotony nevertheless.

So, after much planning, Kofun proposed an idea. He would raise the child with the Valier tribe.

The idea was immediately denied.

Baba said he wasn't sure if Kofun would be safe, but the Valier aided them in the war against Trivantes and had nurtured Bow Lion back to health. If there was anything Kofun was sure of, it was that Baba trusted the Valier.

Maghra believed she had to have a part in Asav's upbringing. Without her, Asav wouldn't have a maternal figure. But how much of a mother could Maghra be? She was the queen of Paya, and the people depended on her. Her duty laid with them, not raising the child product of the previous queen's manipulation.

Haniwa understood her brother's decision. But she didn't want to be separated from him. The twins' separation always meant something bad. For example, the witch-burning festival and Trivantes, both of which had led to one of the twins' kidnappings. Kofun insisted that the conditions of this separation were different, which forced Haniwa to see the truth.

Paris assured them all that Kofun would be fine. All her dreams of the various futures promised good results for the communal upbringing. Besides, for the past two years, she had taught Kofun everything she knew about raising children.

All the same, nobody wanted to see Kofun go.

In a last cry of desperation, Maghra stated that she didn't think Kofun was ready to raise a child on his own. He wouldn't be alone, though.

He had you.

The Valier community welcomed Kofun with open arms. They respected Baba Voss, and he was Baba's son. They loved Bow Lion, and she was of the same tribe as Kofun. Soon, they would come to love and respect Asav and his father.

But who was to be Asav's second parent? A community could only teach so much, and so could a single father. The natural scope of the role fell upon Kofun's partner.

For two years, Asav had only seen you a handful of times. For two years, Asav was handed from one person to another. From Kofun, to Paris (and Toad), to Haniwa, to Baba, to Maghra; and sometimes he was handed off to you.

For the next years of his life, Asav was mostly handed to and handled by two. Kofun and his lover.

Naturally, Asav grew an attachment to the two of you.

To Kofun, his name was Kofun and your name was (y/n). To Asav, Kofun's name was dad and your name was papa.

Asav was born much like any other child, albeit smaller. He had ten fingers and ten toes, all the correct size; two arms and two legs, both proportional; a chest and a belly, his button was an outie. And, alongside all of that, he had two functioning eyes.

Ever since he was little, Asav knew he did not share this ability with the majority of his peers. He knew that there were three of them that could see back in Pennsa: his dad, his aunt, and himself. But ever since they moved to Valier, it was just the two of them: father and son. Sometimes he forgot it was just two.

"The God flame has a sister that comes out to play at night." Asav mentions one night in your sleepy embrace.

"Does she?" You question, nuzzling your nose into his hair.

Asav laughs, your movement having tickled him. You had learned of it early on and had used it to tease him since. "Yeah!" He exclaims.

"You know, the God flame also goes by another name, Asav." Kofun says, pulling him closer to his chest.

"Really?" Being the ever curious child, Asav asks, "What is it?"

"The sun." His father replies. Before he can follow up with the sun's sister's name, Asav interrupts.

"What? No, that's my name. I'm your son."

You laugh, "Those words simply sound the same, Asav. Like gate and gait, remember?"

"Oh!" He gasps out, "Yeah! Wait… what did gait mean?"

You didn't know which one he meant, so you reply with an answer to either possibility. "We keep a fence around the crops so that the animals won't trample them, the entrance to that is the gate. Gait is the way someone walks. For example, I can tell who's coming by their gait, especially your father's."

"Hmm." Asav hums as he thinks. "That's silly of you! Why don't you just see who they are? Dad has brown, long hair and marks on his cheeks. Aunt Bow has brown hair too! And the prettiest blue eyes."

"Asav…" You mutter.

To save you from explaining for the umpteenth time, Kofun distracts him, "(Y/N) has blue eyes too, you know." He kisses your temple.

At that, Asav shifts to lay from one of his sides to the other, facing you now. He looks you in the eyes and hums. "Mm, I dunno, dad. They look purple to me."

"They change colors depending on the light."

"Woah!" Asav exclaims, "That's so cool! Do mine do the same?"

"Sure they do."

"One, two, three, four, five…"

One morning, Asav had asked you to take him along for your daily duties at the Valier tribe. The stubborn boy wouldn't take no for an answer.

Kofun, knowing that your duties were far harder one-handed, not to mention without sight, offered to take Asav around instead. Still, he persisted. Not only did he demand to be with you for every task, hard and grueling as you painted them out to be, he also demanded to be carried around.

For being raised over half his life away from the crown, he was acting like a spoiled prince. He was your prince, anyway. Regardless of the fact he was of royal blood.

You feel each plant's fruit, feeling their hardness or mushiness and their size. "Six, seven–"

"Twelve." Asav says with a grin. You may not be able to see his joy, but you can hear it in his voice.

"Twelve what, Asav?" You question.

"Twelve fruits that are still growing." He replies.

"And how many ready?"

"Three."

You hum, pleased. Although there were a total of twenty fruit plants growing, he had identified the majority. You were proud. "Well done, Asav. Could you tell me which planter has ripe–"

"And five mushy ones!" Oh. Overripe, shoot.

"Point them out to me, Asav."

"Okay! Ripe fruit in…"

Asav enjoyed making people happy. When the laughter wrinkled the edges of their eyes and their lips turned to smiles, he felt accomplished, and accomplishment made him feel happy. Of course, he also enjoyed feeling happy. He loved the feeling of it, bubbling within his chest and bursting out in the form of laughter.

Due to his sight, Asav had discovered the concept of 'pranks' early on. For example, the tribe tinkerer. She was in charge of making new walking sticks and mechanisms to solve the tribe's problems. Sometimes, when there was no problem, she simply enjoyed making something new.

In a world of darkness, everything was arranged in a specific order. No item was to be left out of place, else it is lost to the darkness.

Asav started by moving the saw. He knew, through observation, that the tinkerer would start there.

As she reached for the saw, she felt nothing but thin air. She scratched her head. "Hmm, where is it…" When alas she found it, she moved on with her project.

Asav saw her reach for the nails, so he moved away the hammer silently.

She scratched her head and sighed, "Was I drunk last night?" She asked herself. Asav didn't know what the word meant, so he made a mental note to ask later.

The cycle continued on. When the tinkerer reached for one item, Asav moved the instrument that was related to it.

Once the project was finished, Asav revealed himself.

"Hey, little man!" The tinkerer coos, bringing Asav up to sit on her lap. "Do you wanna check out my new project?"

"Actually, I already saw it." He proclaims triumphantly.

"Oh, really?" She asks.

"Yeah! I've been here all along!"

The tinkerer gasps dramatically, smacking her cheeks with fierceness. "No way! Was it you that moved all my tools?"

He giggles, "Yup!"

"You little rascal!" She gives him a noogie, and Asav shouts at the harmless burns that the movement brings to his head.

Most of Asav's pranks didn't cause any harm. They were a matter of slight annoyance, if anything. And, after being discovered, nobody could get mad at the youngest Valier. The kid was simply too friendly and energetic to be bothered by.

But like every little kid, sometimes Asav doesn't know when he's taking things too far.

Asav is an observer. He recognizes habits within the Valier tribe, like where most things are located, when certain people come and go from their homes, and how hunters prepare for the hunt.

Most of all, he notices the tapping of walking sticks around the tribe and their pattern. Tap, tap. Side to side motion.

When he catches sight of you, a plan quickly forms in his head.

Once you finally reach the spot where he hides and your stick lifts for the next tap, he takes the tip of your walking stick and yanks as hard as he can with his little body; which is apparently too much.

"Ah!" You shout as you make your descent to the floor.

Asav giggles as he watches you fall. The shout catches passerby's attention, causing a small circle to form around you. "(Y/N)?" They call and snap their fingers, trying to find you.

Kofun pushes past the crowd. "Asav?" He has little time to figure what's going on before he helps you up.

"Careful." Along with you, he grabs your stick that had also fallen and aligns it correctly. He snaps his fingers so you may locate it yourself. "Are you alright, my love?"

"Yes, yes. Just a little tumble." You assure him and the crowd, who begin to leave.

Kofun, however, is not convinced. "Are you sure?"

You kiss him on the cheek to soothe his concern. "Yes. You can see, Kofun. And if you use that sight, you might notice there's not a scratch on my body."

He sighs, "Alright."

Meanwhile, Asav watches. He observes the situation, noting his dad's concern and his papa's effort to stand. "Dad?" He calls.

Kofun's attention turns to him again. "Asav. Did you see what happened?"

"I–" He's scared to admit it. "I did that."

"Oh, Asav." Kofun says disappointedly, parting from you to tap his son on the top of the head. "We don't do that. You could've harmed (y/n)."

"I didn't know!" The boy exclaims.

"It's alright," Kofun sighs, giving him a little hug. "as long as you apologize."

Asav quickly rushes forward, wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his head into your belly. "I'm sorry," He stares up into your eyes, hoping you can see the regret in his own. "papa."

Instead of patting him in the head and accepting his apology or reprimanding him and frowning, you gasp. Behind him, Kofun gasps too.

"What?" Asav asks, confused. "What did I do?"

"Asav…" You say, drawing his attention back to you. "What did you call me?"

"Papa." He replies, simply. He quirks his head to the side. Was that not who you were? The God flame had two names, God flame and sun. Didn't you have two, as well? (Y/N) and papa?

"Aww." You coo, bringing Asav up in your arms. "Asav, am I your papa?"

"Yes." He affirms, though still confused. How could you not be?

You kiss him on the forehead. "Thank you."

"For?"

You chuckle, "Don't worry about it."

Kofun joins in, squishing his—your son between the two of you and pressing a swift kiss to your lips. Asav voices his disgust, but the both of you ignore him. "Then who am I, Asav?" Kofun asks.

"Dad."

Dad and Papa, taking care of little Asav.

[aquamancienne]

SEE (2019)  — 2.06 “The Truth About Unicorns”

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[jasonmomoaonline]

Jason Momoa as Baba Voss See on Apple Tv+ 1x4 “The River”

[booasaur]

See (2019) - 3x03

[cptrs]

[queenmaghra]

[cacophonylily]