The Devil’s Change Up (m)

Fighting Temptation

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Request: Sure, it was requested by my heart after watching the video of Guk boxing. He really out there trying to win his spot as my bias back, huh.

Summary: Just your typical day keeping your boyfriend some company at the BigHit building while he enjoys his new-found hobby, only to find out it is quite hard to focus on anything else when you have each other around.

The sound of boxing gloves hitting the paddles over and over was everything that could be heard through the practice room.

Your eyes remained focused on your boyfriend, whose breathing became heavier by the second, as he had been a good couple of minutes moving around, way too focused and determined not to let his coach hit him with the pads to even think about throwing quick glances at you like he normally did whenever he worked out and you were there.

Finding the sight of Jeongguk’s oversized black t-shirt flowing with each movement of his and his hair becoming messier as it started to get covered with sweat to be quite enthralling, you took your phone out of your jacket’s pocket, starting to record his training.

A huge smile took over your factions after he managed to curve one of the paddles coming at him.

“Yes! That’s my boyfriend!” you chanted in excitement, your heart fluttering after noticing from afar the way he tried so hard not to smile – instead knitting his eyebrows together to remain serious.

That’s when you accepted the challenge.

With a mischievous smile this time, you added: “Looking hot, baby. You show ‘em!”

That did not only earn a chuckle from his coach, but also a pretty cocky smile from Jeongguk. However, his eyes were still focused on the paddles ahead of him, hitting one after another.

“God, I’m so lucky to have such a strong, buff boyfriend who’d be able to protect me so well”.

That had finally drawn his attention to you – somewhere in between a smug and a sweet smile forming on his lips before he opened his mouth to say something in return. Only he didn’t get to, for one of the paddles had stopped him before a word could come out of his mouth, by lightly hitting his head.

“Focus, Jeon!” his coach scolded him, trying his best not to laugh at the amusing situation.

“Yes, Jeon!” you repeated, opening your mouth slightly in a feigned surprised expression just to annoy him, knowing you had succeeded at it after watching him roll his eyes.

“I just got hit because of you, you don’t get to make fun of me” he threateningly pointed at you with the glove covering his hand.

“Oh, come on” you stopped recording, putting your phone back in your pocket. “How hard can it be to keep your focus?”

“You try it then” he dared you.

One of your eyebrows was immediately raised, determinedly looking from him to his coach before nodding your head. “Okay then” you stood up, starting to take your jacket off so that you could move around more easily.

“I’ll hold these” he told the man next to him, taking his gloves off before holding the paddles himself, just as you started walking over there.

“Okay” the man took a step back, “I’ll give you a five minute break and then we’re getting back to it” he informed your boyfriend, giving him a serious look before walking out of the room.

Once he closed the door behind him, Jeongguk turned back to you with a taunting smile, handing the gloves to you and tilting his head for you to put them on.

“You ready?” he questioned, holding the paddles in front of him.

“When am I not ready?” you replied cockily, squinting your eyes at him just as he rolled his – a small sparkle showing on them at the pure sight of you.

As soon as you were done securing the gloves in your hands, you locked eyes with him to let him know you were ready, at which you were met with a bright, cynical smile parting his lips.

“Bring it on, buttercups” he taunted you one last time – that being your cue to begin.

In all honesty, your first punches had been a little more eager than they should’ve, for you had thought your competitive boyfriend would try and hit you with the equipment at all costs just to show you how hard keeping your focus was indeed. What you got instead, was a giggly Jeongguk who would softly move the paddles your way, not really trying to touch you at all.

Falling for his bubbly mode as well, you found yourself laughing wholeheartedly, trying not to close your eyes every time you did so, as you did not intend to lose your focus and let him win.

“You’re so cute” he gushed, this time leaning slightly in and reaching out to touch your waist with the paddle – not getting to do so before you blocked his movement.

“Don’t you dare, Jeongguk” you playfully glared at him, hearing him chuckle at the way you had ever so seriously said his name.

“It’s not that easy now, is it?” he cocked one of his eyebrows, catching on the way your breathing became heavier and your punches turned weaker with each one you threw.

“Don't–”

Before you could even begin to make your point, he had finally gotten to you, touching your elbow with the equipment in his right hand. That was it for you, because you got distracted again as you opened your mouth to yell at him, and he took that to his advantage, delicately hitting the left side of your waist with the other paddle.

Just like that, your previous activities turned into a fit of giggles coming out of both your mouths when he kept on tapping different spots on your body with the pads.

“Come on, babe” he mocked you, “focus!”

“Yah!” you scolded him right after he tapped your head, hopelessly trying to block his manoeuvres; whereas he giggled beatifically.

“Is it that hard for you to keep your focus with me around?”

No matter how bad you wanted to erase that triumphant grin from off his face, you were not able to reply as you started to get ticklish out of nowhere; taking a few steps backwards while you tried to cover yourself from his playful touch – jumping up at the sudden feel of your back hitting the mirror that covered a whole wall of the practice room.

“Wow, I must be really hot to make you lose that fast” he wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, making you laugh the instant he faintly hit you one last time before he let the paddles fall to the floor – his hands immediately being placed on your waist, travelling slightly to your back so that he could pull you closer to him.

Rolling your eyes exaggeratedly, your hands placed themselves on his chest out of habit. “I’d say pretty annoying, that’s what you are” you fired back.

Jeongguk chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips lightly against your mouth. “And yet you still have a crush on me, that’s so embarrassing”.

“We’re dating?” you scoffed, tilting your head back so you could glare at him one more time. “And you’re the one who lost first because of me and my charms, do I have to remind you?”

He shook his head, laughing the whole situation off right as he finally smashed his lips on yours – your small bickering being long forgotten when you kissed him back with just as much intensity; your hands going to the back of his head to entangle your fingers in his hair, and his arms wrapping tightly around your figure.

Just as his hands moved to your lower back and you subtly parted your lips to allow his tongue the entrance it had been asking for, however and much to your discontent, you heard the door open.

Pushing each other away in a heartbeat, the two of you turned around to lock eyes with a very disappointed yet not surprised coach, who was shaking his head as he walked over to his bag to look for the next equipment Guk would have to train with.

“Let’s go, lover boy” he announced, not looking up to your boyfriend while he rummaged through his bag, “I hope the break helped you regain some focus”.

Since the man’s eyes were facing the opposite side of the room, you managed to sneak a lingering kiss to the nape of Jeongguk’s neck, smiling proudly at the visible goosebumps he got because of your touch.

“Yeah, Guk-ie” you cooed tauntingly, “I, too, hope you can concentrate now”.

“Don’t you dare” he warned you under his breath, seeing right through you what your intentions were.

Raising your eyebrows daringly, you pressed your mouth to his shoulder before you returned to your previous seat on the floor by the other corner of the room, right as his coach turned around to go to him; having to bite your lower lip not to laugh at your boyfriend’s bothered expression.

The next thirty minutes he had left of training would most certainly be quite the show for you.

future; mark lee

in which, mark lee is your boyfriend. that’s it. that’s the description.  

anonymous said: helllooo~ if it’s okay, could i request like a cute little pillow talk scenario with Mark? just like talking about like your future together and like kids and stuff? thanks babes! genre: pure sickening boyfriend fluff ( gender neutral reader) warnings: u know da drill i dont proofread my shit. word count: 1.2k

3:43am

you’d lost track of how long you’d been staring at mark, your sleeping counterpart; it had become a hobby you were exceedingly good at.  your foreheads were inches away as you lay in bed with your boyfriend, and every time you scan his face in the moonlight you find another reason to love him. the little moles on his neck. his lack of makeup, allowing you to study the blemishes on his cheeks. his faded pink lips parted slightly as his slumber sighs begin to threaten small snores. you couldn’t seem to sleep, your mind racing with thoughts of him and his touch and his laugh. 

you can’t help but to run your thumb across his cheekbone, the skin you feel warm and soft to the touch. to keep your hands off of him, to keep your eyes off of him would be impossible in this moment. this was the boy the stars danced for, you determine. enraptured isn’t the word. you lean forward and place your lips to his forehead. he’s hot. not in that way. well, yes, but no. his body radiates a heat, but you have a suspicion his hands are cold.

you’re lost in your own thoughts and images of the angels crafting this boy to be put on earth, here, with you. it’s not until you notice his breathing has quieted that you resolve to try and sleep. the sun will start rising in a moment; you’re not built for a lack of sleep, you’ve never been the type to thrive while tired, like mark. 

“it’s late. shouldn’t you be asleep?” mark’s voice is coated with sleep. his eyes are still closed, and he hasn’t moved an inch, you’re not even sure if he’s fully conscious. you offer a half smile.

“technically it’s just really early.” 

his bambi eyes flicker open, a twinkle in them as he peers at you. his hand reaches for yours, and he interlocks your fingers. his hand is warm. “why don’t you sleep?”

“i’d rather look at you.” you say blatantly. his lips curl into an embarrassed smile, he rolls his eyes. 

“that’s cheesy.”

“it’s true.” you shrug. he’s not one for cheesy lines, his best attempts being phrases he’d heard from johnny, which, to be honest, were never good. you tend to outperform him in both flirting and PDA. which is fine. his little love nudges, hand squeezes and laughs content you just enough.  a comfortable silence fills the room, the air warm like a good hug. you suspect he’s fallen back asleep, but he proves you wrong when he hums. 

    “hey.”

“hi, mark lee.” 

“if one day we were…. like.. if one day we were married. would you- would that be okay?”

another silence, most likely less comfortable on his side.  to say you hadn’t thought of marriage with him would be a lie; god, you only ever thought of marriage with him. 

“if this is your proposal i definitely have some complaints.” you laugh. 

he laughs as well, but you can hear the unrest in his voice. “no, it’s not, i swear. i just. i like it when we’re like this.”

“i like it, too.” you nod, unsure of where he’s going with this rant. 

“i mean. when you’re here…  i don’t have to worry about anything when you’re here. it’s like, nice.” 

you stifle a chuckle and his rambling. “well, i’m glad you don’t worry.” 

he shakes his head, hair falling in the way of his eyes. “no, you don’t get it. i never not worry. i’m built for worrying about things. i always do it. but when i see you, it’s like… i don’t? like when i see you, and you hug me, time .. just…  stops and…  i just think about you?” 

you smile softly, his shifting gaze illuminated the light pouring through your window. your heart soared at his words, and you squeeze his hand. 

“i love you so much.” 

“i missed being with you. like this.” he sighs, inching forward so your foreheads grazed each other’s. 

“to answer your question, i think it would be okay if one day we were married.”

he laughs. it’s your favorite sound ever, you decide. his thumb is caressing the back of your hand. is it possible to love too much?

“i want kids.” he blurts. you can’t help the snort that escapes you. that’s mark, either he says nothing or he says it all. 

“right now? is it not a bit early in the morning for that?” 

you can practically hear him blushing, his ears red instantly as he stutters a protest. “no, no, no- noooo, that’s not what i meant. i meant. babies. with you. later on. a lot later on.” 

you nod. “i want kids too. maybe 5?”

“god, 5 is a lot, don’t you think? all we have is my tiny ass apartment and your even tinier flat?”

“well i don’t think we plan on living in our broke young adult homes forever, do we?”

“oh, yeah.” he thinks, staring at the wall behind you for a moment. “we’ll have a big penthouse.” 

“a penthouse? for a family?” you scoff.

“you’ve obviously never seen jessie.”

“i haven’t. i’m a nickelodeon fan for life.” 

“you’re sick, you know that?” 

“you love me.” 

“more than anything in the world.” he nods. “but still. five?”

you laugh. “hey, you’re the one who brought up children.” 

“yes, but five of them is overkill. one is lazy. two is mediocre. three is a good number. four is pushing it. five? at that point you’re being an overachiever and absolutely nobody wins at that point.” 

you snort. “well, i guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” 

“we’re not having five children, ______ .” he says with resolve in his tone. 

you find the conversation hilarious, 5 children seems reasonable to you, far into the future, at least. five little mark lees? obviously a good idea.

“you’d be a good dad.” you coo, distracting him from the previous subject successfully. his eyes light up.

“you think so?”

you think for a moment, flashes of memories yet to be made. mark building blanket forts for his children, playing catch with them. you grin to yourself, heart swelling. “absolutely, babe.”

he practically coos, you can tell this was one of the things he’d worried about.

“you know. whenever i think about my future- i don’t think a lot about it? i have so much going on right now, i don’t think long term a lot? but i do know that…  whenever i think about my future, it always has you in it.” he shrugs. “so,, i don’t think there’s a timeline in which i’m not enchanted by you. i don’t want to do life without you, i don’t think i can do life without you, ____.” he whispers, as if the moon outside will hear.

you think tiredness makes him loopy, a subconscious guard being down and letting him spill out his soul universe to you. you lean forward and peck his lips momentarily. 

“you are mark lee, the most important thing in my life. you were when we met, you are right now, and you will be forever and ever.” your words are coming out slurred now as drowsiness threatens to take over. he notices and smiles, his hand makes its way to the side of your face, and he brushes his thumb against your cheek. “we need to sleep. you need to sleep, babe.”

you hum softly, your eyes fight against the imaginary weights pulling them down. you feel mark’s thumb still drawing circles on your cheeks, and you can’t help but to let your eyes flicker close.

“g’night.” you mumble. 

“it’s 4am, might as well say good morning.” he chuckles. 

“this is why we’re having 5 kids.” you manage, sticking your tongue out at him.

his laugh is the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep, it lulls you off to sleep and you can still hear it while you dream. 

Shield || jjk

⇢ pairing: security guard!jungkook x bartender!reader ⇢ genre: fluff, romance, smut ⇢ word count: 18.6k ⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, oral sex, rough sex, lots of dirty talk it’s pretty filthy, a brief scene of harassment (it’s not graphic, no touching involved), spanking, hair pulling, jungkook has a big dick, jungkook is the cutest shyest boy to ever exist, reader and jk blush A LOT, jk in a leather jacket that’s about it ⇢ summary: An unfortunate, messy situation involving a drunk asshole not taking no for an answer prompts your boss to hire a new security guard to stay near, just for safe-keeping. When all you were expecting was a guy in his late thirties who couldn’t bother to smile, much less be friendly, you’re pleasantly surprised by the cute, rather shy guy whose job is to keep his eyes on you and protect you for five nights a week.

A/N: I am SOSOSOSO happy with this fic. I had so much fun writing it. This was written in a couple of days where I just sat for straight HOURS writing like,,,,5k words a sitting. I love this with my whole heart and I hope y’all do too. Please, let me know what you think, feedback is, as always, very much appreciated!

Banner was made by the wonderful angel @mikrokosm​ thank you sm baby!!! this looks so much better than the trashy one i made asjsksj

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(gif credits to @peace--n--love)

— summary: ao'nung calls you the way neteyam usually calls you, which makes him feel jealous and insecure, but that finally pushes him to confess something he has been feeling for too long. — pairing: neteyam x female!na'vi!reader — word count: 2k —warnings: pure and comforting fluff, ao'nung being ao'nung (an idiot), love confessions, jealous!neteyam, neteyam being the purest and most beautiful angel<3

* Neteyam is aged up, for obvious reasons, of course; he is 19 years old. * Sluyang means flower.

writer's note: english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!

You liked to observe the beauty that Eywa gave to Pandora, you were still surprised by how beautiful the forest and the places it could hide, even after having grown up there and having been all those years among its leafy trees, even so, the forest hid secret and beautiful places, worthy of being seen and found by only those chosen ones.

Your mother was sure that you had a special connection with Eywa, practically since the day you were born and opened your eyes for the first time, green as a pair of emeralds. She told you that you had come into the world for a purpose, that you were Eywa's chosen one, in fact, those were her last words to you before she passed away in your arms, haunted all her life by an illness from which she never got better. And since then, Jake and Neytiri had taken care of you, accepting you into their family as if you had always been one of them. You soon became close to their children, especially with Neteyam, as you were close in age.

And because of that special fascination you had for the forest and nature in general, Neteyam made a habit of always bringing you things from his many explorations and hunts, things that reminded him of you; flowers, leaves and even rocks, bright and beautiful, out of the ordinary, that stood out among everything else, just like you.

“You don't have to, 'Teyam.” You always said every time he came to you once again with a new gift. But he would simply shake his head, offering you a charming and gentle little smile, ever so kind, ears slightly bent and gaze so bright every time he met yours that it seemed to dazzle you, leaving you completely mesmerized.

With a coy smile you tried to avert your gaze from his, analyzing the object now in your hands. “Really, it's not necessary.”

“I like to do it.” He would simply reply, seeking your gaze with his big, captivating, coaxing eyes, as if it were something insignificant, something that didn't matter, something that wasn't like the nicest thing anyone had ever done for you. And you would do nothing but grin at him. You couldn't stop smiling, your cheeks felt almost numb, but you were happy, content, he made you happy. And you knew that this, in the long run, would bring serious consequences, not so good, you supposed.

And now, in the huge ocean, when you thought nothing would surprise you anymore, Eywa seemed to turn every assumption you had upside down. Jake had taken you with him and his family to the place where the Metkayina Clan lived, leaving the Omaticaya behind, leaving the shelter that the forest offered you, to now be surrounded by the ocean; salt water and sandy land.

They had been kind enough to accept you into their home and to show you their ways, noting the great difference from your own, but, apparently the younger members of the clan were not as friendly to strangers as the older ones.

Ao'nung had been rather harsh with you, especially Kiri, whom they had addressed as a freak, as they had nicknamed her, and from there, the problem grew larger, for you and Lo'ak had taken up against them in her defense.

“Look at her.” Ao'nung called out, following Kiri like prey, looking at her with big, disgusted eyes. “Is she a freak or something?”

“Don't call her that.” You stated in a not at all friendly tone, scowl and defiant eyes looking up at the chief's son, pointing at him with your index finger and thus causing him to move backwards. “You have no right to call her that, did you hear me? The Chief's son or not, I'll kick your ass.”

With a tilt of your head, you stated the threat, making him snort ungraciously, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

“For such a pretty little girl, you sure have a big mouth.” His big eyes narrowed as he spoke, demonstrating a smug attitude as he heard a couple of snickers from his little friends at his words. “You are one of us, little flower. Why you waste your time hanging out with these aliens?”

“Hey!” Lo'ak exclaimed, appearing at your side, fists clenched and face angry. “Don't call her that, get away from her!”

“Please, leave us alone.” Kiri grumbled behind your back, hearing how now, you were the target of annoyance from the little group.

Your mouth hung open wide, totally offended now, feeling the fury shake your body from head to toe, your tail wagging angrily as you lunged at him at the same time you heard an 'oh uh' from Lo'ak.

But your movement was halted as you watched as a body larger than yours stepped between you and the bully, leaving you in view of nothing but a broad back you knew all too well and blocking Ao'nung's smug, sneering face from your view.

“That's enough.” Neteyam said in a stern tone, deep voice and tense body, always as diplomatic and calm as ever, braids moving under the command of the wind and his head, which rose slightly, giving him a more stern and much more menacing stance. “As long as we are here you will treat my family with respect and call no one by other than their names.”

His head moved so that he could look at the faces of the little group that had formed, friends of Ao'nung, as silly as he was, apparently, but who, in Neteyam's presence, seemed to have been brought back to reality and put back in their places. They were not so foolish after all, they knew that against him they would have no choice but to flee. Cowards.

“(Y/N) is just fine for you, got it?”

“Whatever.” Ao'nung replied, rolling his eyes and starting to walk, bumping his shoulder against Neteyam's as he walked past him, his eyes met yours for a couple of seconds and he offered you a smirk, making you grunt and by the time you could take a step towards him, a hand found itself on your forearm, stopping any act of violence you had planned to do.

“Cowards.” Kiri spat, rolling her eyes.

When you looked back, Neteyam was looking at you with eyes, dark, but now filled with concern, his fingers barely caressing your skin before he pulled away from your arm.

“Are you okay, syulang?”

You rolled your eyes, sighing heavily. “I'd be better if I'd beaten that skxawng—”

“Hey.” He interrupted you, noticing how your ears were still bent and your tail twitching behind your back and he laid both of his hands on your shoulders now, in an attempt to reassure you, giving you delicate petting strokes. “It's okay, it's all over now.” His gaze traveled to his siblings behind you, moving his head and face transforming to one of authority, chin up. His voice came through loud and clear, almost scolding. “Home, now. You've had a lot for today.”

Lo'ak lifted his hands, looking incredulous. “But they were bugging-”

Neteyam was quick to interrupt him. “Home. We will talk to father later.”

The younger boy let out a snarl and without further ado, began walking back to where his family was staying, followed closely by Kiri, who kept a glum face, arms crossed over her chest.

And now, all of Neteyam's attention landed on you, as it naturally did, as his body always seemed to do instinctively, even though he didn't even intend to, he always focused on you, as if you were the center of the universe, the sun of his world, the core of his heart, the magnet of his mind and the horizon of his eyes. He saw you. He had always seen you. And practically everyone in his family knew, perhaps everyone on the whole planet, except for you, of course.

Neteyam had expressly refused any offer or even, even idea from his parents to find him a Tsahik as his position as the future leader of the clan, it was his duty and it behoved him to follow to the letter the duty that rested on his shoulders as the future chief, but now, all that had been left behind with his leaving. Now all he cared about having was you. All that mattered was you.

With a beautiful sunset behind him, he began to speak to you once again, hands gently running over your shoulders and arms, becoming more attentive, affectionate, but still concerned. His brow furrowed slightly and you knew immediately that a scolding was coming now. “What were you thinking, hm? Fighting them all?”

He was always like that with you, especially when you were alone together. Neteyam never felt he was enough for his father, and he too never seemed to be satisfied of him, let alone see all that his son did for his family, for his siblings and for him, but with you, with you everything was different, he could be different, he could be himself and he knew that was enough for you, you made him feel enough, you made him feel special.

“If that's what I had to do for protecting Kiri, Lo'ak and their family's honor, of course.” You answered immediately and with your words, sounding so sure and affirmative, Neteyam felt his heart be flooded with a most familiar warmth, an emotion quite well-known to him whenever you were near him and said things such as those, always putting others before yourself, putting the welfare of his family before yourself.

A smile tugged at Neteyam's lips, admiring you with bright, big eyes, his hands trailing down your shoulders, sliding down your arms to your hands, taking them between his own tenderly, fingers toying with yours absentmindedly as he watched the clear size difference.

“He called you little flower.” Neteyam stated after a silence of a couple of seconds, twisting his head. His jaw was clenched and ears barely tilted back. “I call you that.”

You bit your lower lip, holding back the smile that threatened to curve your lips at his clear display of jealousy. He was upset about it and you had to reassure him. Your fingers caressed his wrist, tracing imaginary lines down his forearm. “I like it better when you do it.”

“I sure hope so.” He smiled again and tugged on your hand, inviting you to walk with him, both of your hands tangled between his arm, and he didn't waste a second in drawing you to him. “I want to show you something.”

. . .

Neteyam had found the spot walking along the local beach, it was a bit far from the place where his family was staying and it was far from the town in general, but that made it a perfect location. It was a small bay, surrounded by coastal vegetation, a couple of palm trees and soft silky sand, but what was really amazing, was the glows of bioluminescence under the clear ocean water, algae of all colors, small animals swimming, with the sunset light bathing exquisitely over the turquoise sea.

It was beautiful, of course. But your reaction at the sight of it was even better; mouth half-open, eyes huge and amazed, face in wonder.

“'Yam… it's beautiful.” You murmured in a soft, barely audible tone of voice, but he was right next to you, as close to you as possible, so he could hear you perfectly. His fingers were intertwined with yours and he pulled you with him across the sand to the perfect place to sit.

“Yes it is. I found it as I was passing by... I immediately thought of you.” His gaze lowered with a hint of embarrassment flashing across his pretty face. “I know how much you love nature, all the things our great mother has given us, so, I thought, you would like it.” He stated and then shrugged, attitude becoming quite braggy now. “I've seen more beautiful things, though.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing your shoulder against his in amusement as you wrapped your arms around your knees, admiring the scenery in front of you. “Don't lie now.”

“I'm serious.” He laughed, looking up at you, analyzing every expression on your pretty face. “I'm no liar, you know that.”

You raised an eyebrow, turning your head so you could look at him now. “Really, huh? So what have you seen? What possibly have you seen prettier than this?”

Neteyam smiled thinly, stirring his arm lightly, his hand passed down your back, resting on the sand, fingers fiddling with it. “Something prettier than this?”

“Hm.” You hummed, looking at him curiously.

His ears perked up, gaze dropping to his lap, steeling himself inside, trying his hardest to calm the nerves that were practically eating him alive. And then, he moved his eyes up your body, until he met yours. “I'm looking at it right now.”

Your breath hitched and your mouth parted, feeling your body freeze. Your arms fell to either side of your body, adjusting your position.

“Nete…” You whispered in a shaky voice.

“Yes, sluyang?” He tilted his head softly. “I'm being honest.” He swallowed saliva, his hand trailing up your arm, caressing your shoulder and tracing your jaw, down to rest on your cheek, fingers tracing every inch of skin he could, arranging your hair and tucking it behind your ear. “I've always seen you as the most beautiful thing…” His lips trembled, faltering for a few moments. “I see you, (Y/N).”

You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against his, nuzzling his nose against yours. “I see you too, Neteyam.”

He closed his eyes too, caressing your face with his. “When that idiot called you flower and treated you that way… like you were nothing.” His hands cradled your face now, and you rose up to face him, completely silent, breathing agitatedly. He was breathing in an agitated way too, looking frustrated, disturbed. “I was furious. They should respect you. Every one of them should know that you are mine and they should treat you as such, as my equal, as my mate.”

You opened your eyes to find his eyes already on you, your fingers stroking his arms subconsciously. Your lips brushed his as you opened your mouth to speak in an agitated voice. “I want to be yours, Neteyam.”

“I can't pretend anymore.” He declared between shaky breaths, gaze traveling between your eyes and mouth as he shook his head. “I don't care what anyone else says, I don't want anyone else. I have already chosen. I just want you, (Y/N)... I was made for you.”

“Then just take me.” You murmured against his lips before joining them with yours in a needy, agitated kiss that felt as if everything at last, made sense, as if life had been created just for this moment, as if you had been brought to life just this moment, for each other.

It felt as if all the constellations had aligned for you, as if you had all the stars just for you, and that was given just once, you knew. Everything made you feel as if Ewya had created you for each other. You were made for each other and perhaps the Great Mother had aligned the whole universe for it, for you.

“I am yours.” He promised. “I always have been.”

Your legs tangled between his as you landed on his lap, being drawn in by his arms chaining themselves around your body, massaging your waist, tattooing his touch on your skin.

“Forever.”

hours || jjk

⇝ title: hours ⇝ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ⇝ genre: humor, i think? | neighbors to lovers | smut | implied unestablished relationship to established relationship ⇝ summary: You walk across the hall and visit your neighbor Jungkook every Wednesday to drink, chill, sing some karaoke… watch some Netflix. But you always end up wobbling back to your apartment after hours of doing all kind of unholy things. Not tonight. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 3k ⇝ warnings: alcohol consumption | strong language | they’re both kind of bratty but cute | mentions birth control | pussy eating | edging | fingering | unprotected sex | pull out method | cervix touching/bulging | jungkook has a lip piercing and a septum piercing | uhh he puts his nose in her coochie lol | light tit slapping | teasing | throat grabbing | dirty talk | hairstyling (wink, wink) | missionary | cum shots | squirting | slight dom!jk | nipple sucking | breath play | crying | ass worshiping | aftercare | bam makes an appearance | naked jk… yes this is a warning and you will see why | i brought up BTR, i need to apologize immediately for that | discussions about relationships | i think that’s all

⇝ author’s note: she’s here, bitches!!!! lol thank you @m1sss1mp​ and @monvante​ for putting posters of this man all over my blog. this fic is for the both of you. thank you so much for holding my hand through it all. thank you @baljinciaga​ for beta’ing and screaming in the comments because you gave me the confidence to post this lol. listen, i’m rusty with the smut y’all so i apologize if it’s a mess. anyway, i hope you enjoy. this has been beta’d but there’s still probably some errors since i changed some things after it was beta read.

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rivers over stones ; j.jk

pairing ; jeon jungkook x reader

summary ; you hated jungkook the minute you laid eyes on him. the only reason why he was still in your life was because you both shared a goddaughter, hana. but everything changed unexpectedly when the two of you become her caretakers and you’re forced to live under the same roof. suddenly, you find yourself hating him just a bit less. or more, but who’s keeping track?

words ; 37.6k ,, yea ,,

warnings / includes ; swearing, mentions of death, one and a half sex scenes ?? i tried to keep it pg but cmon guys it’s jungkook, lots of goddamn angst and fluff, you and jungkook are emotionally constipated, jungkook being a dick, jungkook being a soft bun, jungkook being a love-sick sap, jk and y/n literally either fight or flirt or fuck no joke, the rest of bts having cameos, reader is a baker !!, and finally *gasps for dramatic effect* a baby (o_o)

a/n ; okay so ,, sorry for taking literally half a year to write this ,,,,, i have no excuses, it was supposed to come a lot earlier but life got in the way :(( but !! it’s finally out and i rlly hope you like it !! OH thank you for 3.1k yall wtf ? i don’t deserve yall :( this fic is based on the movie life as we know it !! yall know im not a huge fan of rom coms but my friend made me watch it so why not make it a fic ??? also huge thanks to @flowerboyyoonbin​, who i have annoyingly rambled about this fic to since day one. anygays, pls enjoy !!! comments and feedback are always welcome !

“Goddamn… zipper,” You huffed, twisting your arms to reach the cold metal tab between your shoulder blades and attempting to tug it upwards. After struggling for quite a while, you managed to yank it up to the neckline of the dress.

You slipped your feet into heels you just knew you were going to regret later in the evening whilst lightly touching up your makeup. As you leaned into the mirror, you silently prayed that all this dolling up wouldn’t go to waste.

Having not gone on a date in almost seven months, your best friend, Jihyo, took it upon herself to set you up on a blind date, doing so in a flurry of flailing arms and phone calls. With her boyfriend’s own best friend, at that. 

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It'll grow back

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You miss Rafe's long hair after being dared to cut it, and he convinces you it looks good

Warning: mentions of sex, slight smut, breeding kink, 18+

a/n: just a surprise hey heyyyy, this is slightly edited and very rusty my apologies. This is about that one tweet i saw where people were complaining about drew’s ‘ugly’ haircut and i decided to put my own twist to it, enjoy!

please do not post this anywhere without permission, thank you!

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"You did not." the words rapidly left your lips as your boyfriend stepped right through the front door, sunglasses still on as he came back from his barber.

This was Barry's fault. The dare was just a suggestion in your mind, and even after begging on your knees, you can't help but feel a twinge of regret for not speaking up more and stopping him from cutting it.

The hair you loved to pull while he licked through your folds and ate you out like it was his last meal on earth, hearing nothing but muffled groans between your legs as you pulled and gripped.

His smile was wide, and cocky even as he closed the door behind him and saw you sitting on the corner of his couch.

"I miss your long hair already," you say with a small pout.

Rafe chuckles as he sits next to you, getting comfortable before he pulls you closer to him. "Really? I kind of like it like this," he says, running a hand over his head.

You look up at him skeptically, but he just smiles and leans in to kiss you. You can't deny that he still looks handsome, even with his hair shorter than you're used to.

"You're lucky, that I love you," you mumble against his lips that had now pressed themselves against yours, his tongue sliding easily against yours and using his arms to pull you on top of him.

"Yeah?" his hands had found their favorite spot against your ass, moving your hips slowly against his, "It'll grow back," his lips wrapped themselves around your tongue as he sucked it gently, pressing you back against the sofa.

The man walked in and saw you wearing nothing but his shirt and underwear, the smell of sex lingering in the air after hours of pounding you down into his mattress all morning.

Like a man still starved, his lips had made their way down your body, lifting off his shirt from you and groaning at the sight of you with no bra, "Tsk tsk, you're practically begging me to take you right here,"

you squirmed against his lips as they pressed themselves against your stomach, hands cupping your breast, "and you fell for it," you giggle as he bites down onto your thigh playfully, your hands going to hold onto his hair, "I'm gonna miss being able to grip your hair," his buzzed hair felt rough yet soft against your touch.

In a swift motion, you were flipped onto your stomach and pinned down by his hands, feeling his breath hit your right ear as he bit your earlobe gently, "even better, you won't be able to pull me away when I eat that pretty pussy of yours," he hummed, as you hear his belt getting thrown to the side, his one hand pulling down his shorts slowly, "and I'm just gonna keep going, even after you've begged it's become too much,"

You moaned against the pillow that had muffled your sounds in the last few seconds, back arching back against his growing bulge that kept pressing itself against you, "and just when you think I've stopped," he pressed his lips against your neck, pulling your underwear to the side as his tip kissed your entrance, the pre-cum mixing with your juices, "I'm gonna slide my cock in," he hissed as he spoke, slowly pressing his hips forwards and happily being welcomed by your warm cavern, "and pump you with so much of my fucking cum, buried deep inside, and get your belly big and round with my children," his breath was shaky as he slid all the way inside of you.

Your legs were spread, back arched against him as he deliciously split you open, never getting used to his monster cock.

"Fuck, Rafe.." was all you could let out, as his hand pressed your head deeper onto the pillow, the other hand smacking your ass and savoring your cunt that gripped onto him, "My hair should be the least of your worries right now, better hope that pill of yours works," he slid out of you before slamming back into you, earning a gasp from your lips, "cause you're in for a long afternoon, mama."

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: 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 — (𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦 + 𝐥𝐨’𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲)

— from avatar 2 : way of the water (spoiler free!!)

contents. gn! reader, reader is a omoticayan on the shorter side, full on fluff, flirting + teasing, just teenagers in love, implied size difference, hints of mutual pining, mild profanity, reader is around 7ft + wc. 1.3k

notes. i got this idea from that one scene with tsireya and lo’ak then noticed how humongous na’vi hands are and the cogwheels started turning in my head. i had to look up their heights and do a comparison chart to make it accurate lolol. so i hope you guys enjoy this one ^^

NETEYAM・✶ ｡ﾟ

he was visibly confused when you asked to compare hand sizes, eyes flicking back and forth between his hands to yours. when it came to neteyam, he was a little more cautious, especially growing up around three troublesome siblings. there always has to be a catch when it comes to silly requests like these.

but after a few moments of awkward silence, he ends up obediently holding up his hand to you, earning a pleased smile from you.

“are you playing tricks on me right now?” neteyam had to make sure in case the situation calls for any medical attention. kiri and his grandmother weren’t that far off from you guys.

“no i’m not, swear,” you laughed, raising your own hand towards him.

the air felt weirdly tense as he felt your soft palms brush against his, a strange warmth enveloping inside his chest. for all the times you guys have physically touched each other, whether it be to tend each other’s wounds or when he mindlessly latched onto your waist whenever he feels like there’s a threat approaching, he has never felt that intimate towards your touches.

neteyam watched the pads of your fingers drag itself into the calluses of his palm, it made him slightly jolt from the ticklish sensation and you couldn’t help but quietly giggle at his reaction. he gave you a playful glare that silenced you, but there was still a smile on your face. finally, you laid your hand flat over his— mirroring his outstretched fingers. neteyam realized how much your hands were completely different from his.

he noticed how your fingers were a lot shorter compared to his. if he could close his hands into a fist right now, your hand would be completely engulfed by his slim fingers. this shouldn’t be a surprise to him, you were a lot more shorter than him by a whole foot— always having to crane your neck whenever the two of you talked or when he always teases you for being short. but somehow, neteyam felt like he just learned the secret to pandora. it made him melt inside a bit.

he couldn’t help but think your hands are adorable.

“you have baby hands,” neteyam teases, his fangs flashing in his smirk. “tiny and soft.”

there was blush that appeared on your cheeks, your eyebrows crinkled at his teasing, “they're not that small!” 

your mind couldn’t quite register the fact he also called your hands soft. it made you feel even more flustered.

his long fingers smoothly wrapped around your entire hand, restraining your hand completely. you tried to wiggle your fingers out of his firm grasp, but there was no use. you nodded in a defeated agreement, he was right— your hands are completely tiny. but with someone like neteyam, he needed to hear it from you verbally.

“say it,” neteyam can be such an ass sometimes. 

you rolled your eyes, tongue suddenly feeling heavy with denial. but you knew neteyam wouldn’t let go of your hand until you admitted it. childishly, you stomped your feet a couple of times before you spoke again.

“i have baby hands,” your voice slurred with anger.

neteyam smiled in satisfaction and slowly released your hand. you quickly snatched away and petted the delicate skin of your hand— comforting it after being restrained by his rough touch.

after that, neteyam would always hold onto your hand whenever you went anywhere together. it could be when you guys hunted in the depths of the forest or just out of comfort, but there was always one sly comment about the softness of your skin or how tiny your hands are. your hands are so cute, he would whisper teasing remarks until your ears grew red. the other sully’s caught on and started to tease you as well. now you have to deal with even more relentless teasing whenever you come to visit them. as a result, your new nickname became “baby hands.”

although he could tease you about your small hands, you could always get him back for liking them.

LO’AK ・✶ ｡ﾟ

he quietly watched you mindlessly trace circles on his blue palms, his other hand supporting his leaning form. you guys had ventured out into the lush forest, resting in a secluded area that you found together that one night lo’ak ran off to train by himself. lo’ak always had a swell of adoration towards you, there was no denying that.

whenever he got injured from flying his banshee too close to the floating mountains, he would come straight to you. sometimes he would even fake his own injuries, repeatedly slamming himself into a random tree— brash and completely mindless. at the end he would be groaning on the ground and clutching himself in pain. witnessing his weak form nearly gave you a heart attack, you quickly aided him back to health after that.

one thing he noticed from each interaction was how soft your hands were. they felt feathery to the touch, it was like you didn’t even touch him at all. the brush of your fingertips could put him under a permanent trance. kiri was always so rough with him when it came to healing, pressing so hard on him that it could add more bruises to his already-beaten body. but lo’ak came to the conclusion that kiri was purposely bad at healing him. lo’ak wasn’t really surprised.

“lo’ak, i need you to answer me honestly,” your gentle voice sent him back to reality, he had to blink a few times to focus on you again. 

you still traced your fingertips on his palm, but this time he felt you drawing little hearts and some words he couldn’t form together— maybe he could figure out what it means later.

he nodded at you.

“are you purposely hurting yourself?” 

oh shit he was caught.

lo’ak fidgeted a bit but didn’t dare to move, not wanting to disrupt your comforting traces on his palm. he knew that he shouldn’t lie to you, it would only make you worry even more. so lo’ak inhaled a deep breath and looked into your eyes.

“yes i have,” lo’ak sighed when he remembered how he would beat wooden sticks onto his calves and shoulders. “i just…wanted to be closer with you.”

your eyes flicked in worry as you stopped tracing his palm, instead you held his hand tightly, “you should’ve just asked lo’ak, you didn’t have to hurt yourself.”

lo’ak looked away in guilt, the images of your eyes prickling with tears and the worried cries from his own mother filled his thoughts. once again, lo’ak felt like a burden to the people he loved.

the chirps of the wild animals and the rustle of leaves played in the background, your sad gaze slowly moved onto his fourth finger— something lo’ak felt slightly insecure about. he was about to pull his hand away out of embarrassment but your three fingers slowly latched around his pinkie, they wrapped perfectly around it.

so small, he thought.

lo’ak stuttered a bit, none of his words could form cohesively. his heart was pumping faster at the foreign contact, but he tried to keep it cool.

“you better ‘pinkie’ promise me this lo’ak,” your voice was stern and powerful. “that you’ll never hurt yourself again.”

“i promise,” lo’ak gave you a reassuring smile, earning a relieved grin from you.

you guys both stood together, silently agreeing that it was time to retire for the night. your smaller hand was still latched onto his pinkie, the softness of your fingertips sent blood rushing to his face. there was also something that he really wanted to ask you.

“how do you know what a ‘pinkie’ is?” he wiggled his pinkie in your grasp, he saw you look away for a moment until you sighed softly.

“i asked your dad what it was,” you looked at your own hands, wiggling your three fingers in the humid air to avoid his gaze. “i was just curious.”

lo’ak couldn’t help but laugh out loud at your cuteness. he leans in closer to give you a heavy kiss on the cheek— rendering you completely flustered. he’s going to be teasing you for a while.

© 2022 keisobe – please do not copy any of my writing and repost or translate to other sites.

— TOUCHY

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! fem! reader

🖇️ warn. Spicy, jealousy, fluff

💭 In which Neteyam is an extremely affectionate boyfriend whose love language is physical intimacy, and when some Metkayinan boys start getting a bit too flirty with you, be gets jealous and sulks

❕a/n Requests are open! Just a short drabble. I always thought Neteyam was around 17-18, but I found out he was 15 😭 He’s 17-18 in my fics

Neteyam was your mate, and you were his. Ever since he first hooked his eyes on you a year ago, he had been obsessed with you in every way. The way you looked at him with loving eyes, or the way you never complained whenever he held your hand while you did whatever you needed to do. You understood Neteyam loved being physically intact with you.

When he was sitting next to you, even that wouldn’t be enough. He would lay his head on your shoulder, or hold your hand, or wrap his arm around you. Around his family, he would play with your hair—the tiny unbraided strands of your goddess braids, or he would just hook a finger around yours.

He had separation anxiety, though you would never comment on it. You didn’t mind, one bit. You thought that part of him was adorable, like a little puppy.

Because you were his mate, it was decided that you would move to Ao’walu with Jake and his family, leaving your family behind. You were heartbroken, having to leave your siblings and parents behind, but you said your goodbyes and left anyways.

When you arrived at the Pandora Reefs, Neteyam never let go of your hand, not once. But this time, it was to reassure you. When Au’nong and Rotxo stepped forward, he pulled you behind him, while they smirked.

At your new home, he huffed in displeasure. “They were looking at you.” He sulked, sitting next to you with his head on your collarbone, your body leaning against the wooden pillar, his pointer finger hooked to your pinkie.

You smiled reassuringly, shaking your head. “And I was looking at you, Neteyam.” You told him softly, playing with the bead on his braid. Your heart was full, your throat tightening at how adorable he was.

Another instance was when you were at the beach with Tuktirey, accompanying her and looking for seashells on the shallow waters. The two of you knelt on the sand, her laughing in joy. “Look, there’s one!” You laughed, pointing at a pink shell when you heard the water behind you splashing as if somebody was walking near you.

You turned around, seeing a stranger your age walking up to you with two of his friends. You furrowed your eyes. “Tuk, come here.” You whispered, ushering her.

She whimpered in fear as you grabbed her arm and pulled her behind you. You then stood up. “What’re you doing?” The boy asked, tilting his head. You gave him a dirty look. “Can I help you?” You asked, ignoring his question. His friend laughed. “We just want to get to know you, chill out.” He shrugged his shoulders, and you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“I like your hair.” The third guy commented, running his fingers through some braids on your hair. “We should hangout sometime, I can show you some islands around here.” The first guy said, smiling. You huffed, frowning.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, making sure to keep Tuk away from the guys as you walked past them, and away. “O-Okay! See you around!” The guy yelled after, and you shook your head in disbelief and sighed. Pathetic.

Unknown to you, Neteyam had seen it all. He had the urge to go in and just punch those guys square in the jaw, but after fighting the Au’nong and his friends yesterday, he was sure his father would skin him alive if he were to cause more trouble.

So instead, he stayed out of sight, and watched quietly as his nails dug into his palms. He was glad you quickly had left and even barely spoke to them, displaying your clear unliking to them, but still, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.

Later that day, when the sky was dark, you stood in your home, your back turned to the entrance as you were busy taking the leaves off of berries Kiri had picked. You heard Neteyam enter, turning your shoulder and glancing at him. “How was your day, Neteyam?” You asked, not having seen him all day. He stayed silent, which you ignored. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to talk. You respected that of him, because you had your moments too.

You heard him dropping his things on the floor, then walk up to you. Without saying a word, his hands slid around your waist, pressing himself against your back as he kissed your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your hair into him as you continued to pick at the berries. His butterfly kisses trailed up your shoulder, to your neck, and his kisses became longer. Your breath hitched as he started sucking softly on the skin on your neck, his thumb rubbing your stomach.

“Neteyam.” You whispered, turning your head slightly towards him, but he ignored you again. You were confused on why he was acting this way. His tongue pressed against the bruises on your neck, before he turned you around and kissed your lips. You immediately responded. “Netey- mm- What’s- Mmph!” You tried talking, but he kept cutting you off by kissing you, each kiss more aggressive than the last. “Shh.” He hushed quickly, before kissing you again.

You did as told, letting him pour his feelings out on you. Your fingers brushed his back, tracing his spine upwards, before lightly tugging on his hair. He pushed his lips against yours, trying to get as close as he could to you, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt goosebumps on his skin as your tail brushed up the inside of his leg. After leaving his final kiss on you, he hugged your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Surprised, you looked at him, before smiling softly and rubbing his back. “What happened, Neteyam?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against his. He was silent for a couple heartbeats, but then finally spoke. “I saw those guys trying to hit on you today.” He whispered, and it almost broke your heart—how cute he was. You laughed at his sulking sight, hugging him tighter. “Neteyam, you are too perfect for this world.” You told him, kissing his head.

The most precious human being on earth🥵