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My act of love

[chuuyrr]

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[malinamalinaart]

«𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?»

«𝘯𝘰, 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵... 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦»

«𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘥»

[neteyamslovrr]

WRONG TO WANT YOU

tonowari x eldest!sully daughter

synopsis: ever since you stepped foot onto the land of his clan he couldn't help but feel drawn to you. everything about you he craved. but he couldn't have you. not while his son called you his.

EDIT!! - as of march 2026 i am rewriting this series (with massive improvements) i will keep the old series linked here but i will add the new chapters to this master list!!

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

old series below

chap 1 → chap 2

authors note: i need to write for this hunky dilf wari and thats what im doing. this story will be a lil spicy so please be warned and be responsible with what you read. reply to this post if you want to be tagged!!

[tcalmlay]

bugs are less annoying than he is

[amurotoorudesu]

its currently in the middle of the night, and you half woke up randomly feel like you want to go to the bathroom.

as your hand goes to rub your sleepy eyes, you sighed, looking at the pair of arms that hold your waist really tight.

'its going to be bothersome trying to get out from his arms...' you mumbled in your mind, but the urge to go to the bathroom is bigger than your love for him (at this moment) so slowly you tried to lift his arms... and get out from it.

it was hard, at first. somehow your lohen still pulled you back, but after several tries, you eventually got free from his grip.

another sigh left your mouth, but this time its because of relief. with a hurry you left the bed and went to the bathroom.

lohen opened one of his eyes, looking at the now empty spot behind him. he didnt know why youre so persistent on leaving his cuddle when you said you really liked it?! but he gave up and let you wander the outside world for a while now.

for a while...

the blue haired sit up, feeling the way his body sinks beneath the soft bed, his cold red eyes looked around the dimly lit room waiting for you to come back.

after you done with your problem with the bathroom, you walk towards your room. as you stand in front of the door, you prepare yourself with whatever happened in your shared bedroom.

your hand opened the doorknob, with still the sleepy eyes, you found your lohen sat there on the bed, the dimly lit room making his wide red eyes looked like the predator's eye as he stared at your arrival.

well, youre not that surprised, anyway.

"why did you leave me."

the tone wasnt a question, its more like a statement, especially when he looked at you like you just went on a date with other man.

you walked towards him, standing near so lohen could feel the heat radiating from your body.

"sorry, lohen. i need to go to the bathroom so i have to get out from your hug."

lohen furrowed his eyebrows, sighing as he do realize that its an understandable reason for you to leave his arm.

"what a shame, you couldve just woke me up, bunny. i would like to accompany you at the bathroom..." ...what?

but now that you're here, close to him, lohen pulled you by your wrist so you can lay on the bed or on top of him as he wrapped his arms back on your waist, removing any distance on your current proximity. you can practically feel the way he purrs when he nuzzle onto your neck.

"anyway, let's just go back to sleep, bun. we need a lot of energy for tomorrow's sparring."

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a/n : another lohen fic inspired by lohen fanart, yeah idk why i keep getting new ideas and mood for writing lohen fic. also, pls father come home.

credit to the artist and the user who makes me want to write this, sorry if its bad, english isnt my first language 😔✌🏻

@alexyz-ara-archer

[xcellynn]

🧸ྀི WHEN THEY REALIZE THEY LIKE YOU

PREMISE . . . In which they remain completely oblivious to the feelings they've already developed for you, even as their actions grow increasingly affectionate, attentive, and unmistakably devoted, while everyone around them can see exactly what's happening long before they finally realize that they've fallen for you.. ꫂ᭪݁ STARRING . . . lohen, dottore, tartaglia, wanderer, varka, kinich

⚠︎ WARNING . . . › sfw!!, word count : 700-900 each character, brief mention of blood, oblivious pining, mild protective/possessive behavior, physical affection, teasing, fluff!

note . I LOVED WRITING FOR WANDERER SO MUCHHH argh my baby ;; and I was actually contemplating whether to write for dottore haha I hope he's not so ooc,,

── ( 𝒍. ) lohen wouldn't intially realize he was falling in love with you because he simply wouldn't have the framework for recognizing it. He understands caring for people, protecting them, helping them, and enjoying someone's company, but the idea of 'love' as something separate from all of that isn't something he's ever spent much time examining.

His behavior toward you would therefore seem completely natural to him. He'd find himself looking for you whenever he entered a room without consciously deciding to, his eyes automatically sweeping across the people there until they found you.

The change in him would be subtle but unmistakable to anyone who knew him well. Lohen could walk into a room with his usual mildly distant expression, not particularly unhappy or irritated, simply looking as though his thoughts were somewhere else, and then he'd spot you.

His eyes would immediately brighten, his entire expression warming into a genuine smile before he'd even realize he'd done it, and he'd naturally make his way toward you. He might interrupt whatever conversation he'd been having just to greet you, or wander over after finishing his current task and ask whether you wanted to train together.

Training would become one of his favorite ways of spending time with you, he'd invite you to spar, teach you a new technique, help correct your stance, or ask you to watch while he practiced. Sometimes he'd deliberately challenge you just to see how much you'd improved, and other times he'd patiently demonstrate the same movement over and over until you finally understood it.

If you were already sitting nearby, he'd simply gravitate toward you between exercises, talking about whatever happened to cross his mind. None of this would strike him as unusual. When someone remarked that he seemed particularly happy whenever you were around, he'd genuinely look confused, because from his perspective he was simply enjoying your company.

He wouldn't understand that the way his expression changed at the sight of you, the way he instinctively searched for you, and the way he kept choosing your company whenever he had free time were signs of something much deeper.

Varka would be the one to finally put the pieces together for him. He'd eventually notice the pattern that Lohen himself remained completely oblivious to, the way his expression transformed whenever you appeared, how often he found reasons to train with you, and how naturally he gravitated toward you whenever you were nearby.

Eventually, after seeing Lohen practically light up when you walked into the training grounds, Varka would casually point it out. "You know you're always looking for her, right?" Lohen would initially dismiss it, genuinely unable to see anything unusual about what he was doing.

But Varka would continue explaining that it wasn't merely that Lohen enjoyed your company and it would leave Lohen unusually quiet.

He'd start thinking back over everything and, for perhaps the first time, actually examine his own behavior. He'd remember entering rooms and searching for you before he'd even realized he was doing it, the way seeing you could immediately brighten his mood, how he'd started looking forward to training sessions specifically because you would be there, and how strangely empty those same sessions felt when you couldn't make it.

The realization wouldn't arrive with some sweeping romantic epiphany. It would be much simpler and much more bewildering, Varka had given him a word for something Lohen had already been doing for months.

He'd stare ahead for a long moment before quietly saying, "You're saying I like her?" Once Varka confirmed it, Lohen would look genuinely stunned, as though someone had just explained a rule of the world he'd somehow never been taught. He'd probably glance toward wherever you happened to be and watch you for a few seconds, noticing the same warmth spreading across his expression that Varka had been talking about. Then he'd slowly run a hand through his hair, half laughing at himself. "So that's what this feeling is?"

From then on, he wouldn't suddenly become dramatically romantic, he'd simply become much more aware of what he'd already been doing. He'd still ask you to train with him, still teach you techniques, still wander over whenever he spotted you, and still smile instinctively whenever you entered a room. The difference would be that now he finally understood why.

── ( 𝒅. ) dottore would be particularly difficult to catch off guard because he would initially refuse to acknowledge that there was anything unusual about the way he treated you. He would regard his attachment as something that could be observed, analyzed, and eventually explained through reason, and for a considerable amount of time, that explanation would be enough for him.

Before realizing he has 'feelings' for you, he'd already be making deliberate accommodations that he would never bother making for anyone else. He'd allow you into laboratories and restricted areas where other people would be turned away without a second thought, tolerate you interrupting his work even when you arrived at the most inconvenient possible moment, and remember seemingly insignificant details about you with an accuracy that bordered on excessive.

He'd know which food you preferred, which subjects made you lose interest, when you were likely to become tired, and exactly how much patience you had for his experiments before you started complaining.

If someone questioned why you were permitted such liberties, he'd dismiss the matter with some clinical explanation about your usefulness or his own preference for your company over that of his colleagues.

Even his time would begin quietly accommodating you. He might postpone an experiment or a meeting because you were expected to visit, leave his laboratory earlier than usual because you had asked him to accompany you somewhere, or arrange his schedule so that you would encounter him during the few hours he was otherwise difficult to reach.

None of this would register as affection to him. He would simply categorize you as an exception, and Dottore was perfectly comfortable with exceptions when they were his to make. The more telling signs would appear in moments when his usual indifference should have taken precedence.

If you were injured, he would immediately notice. If someone endangered you, his attention would sharpen with a frightening immediacy. He would remember every detail surrounding the incident afterward, not because the information was scientifically interesting, but because he couldn't tolerate the possibility of it happening again.

Yet even then, he'd find some rational explanation for his behavior. You were a liability he needed to account for. Your safety affected his work. Your absence would be inconvenient. Your presence was simply preferable. He would keep giving himself increasingly elaborate explanations because admitting that he cared would require him to acknowledge that there was something about you he could not reduce to utility.

The realization would finally come when his own behavior contradicted every explanation he'd constructed. Perhaps he'd be in the middle of an experiment when news reached him that you'd been seriously injured.

Under ordinary circumstances, Dottore would finish what he was doing before allowing himself to be distracted, whatever problem existed could wait until the immediate task was complete. This time, however, he'd simply stop. His hands would go still over the equipment, his eyes lingering on the unfinished experiment for several silent seconds before he set everything aside without calculating the consequences.

He wouldn't even realize how strange the decision was until he was already on his way to you. Once he knew you were safe, the real disturbance would begin. He'd return to his laboratory and find himself staring at the abandoned work, mentally reconstructing what had happened and realizing that, for once, he'd made a decision without weighing its usefulness.

The experiment had simply stopped mattering the moment he'd learned you were hurt. That conclusion would irritate him more than the emotion itself. He'd begin examining the evidence with almost clinical precision, every precaution he'd taken specifically for your safety, every time he'd changed his plans because of you, every detail about you he'd memorized without intending to, every moment when his attention had instinctively shifted toward you even while surrounded by something more important.

Eventually, the pattern would become impossible to dismiss. He'd lean back, stare into the silence of the laboratory. "How inconvenient."

There would be no dramatic panic afterward. Instead, he'd become intensely curious about the realization, almost treating himself as another specimen to be studied. He'd test his own reactions, deliberately placing himself in situations where he could determine whether his behavior toward you was truly different from his behavior toward everyone else.

The answer would remain frustratingly consistent. He would continue insisting that nothing had fundamentally changed, even while becoming more deliberate about keeping you safe and maintaining your place within his life.

He wouldn't suddenly become openly sentimental or affectionate, that would be entirely contrary to his nature. If anything, he'd become more controlled, more attentive, and maybe even more possessive of the time and space you occupied in his world.

The difference would simply be that he now understood the reason behind it. You were no longer merely an interesting exception, a useful presence, or a variable he happened to tolerate. You had become the one variable he could neither explain away nor bring himself to eliminate, and for someone like Dottore, realizing that there was one person capable of becoming genuinely irreplaceable would be more unsettling than admitting he had fallen in love.

── ( 𝒄. ) childe would realize it almost accidentally, long before he ever thought to call it love, he'd already started treating you as someone distinctly more important than everyone else around him.

He'd invite you along whenever he had the opportunity, whether it was something as simple as wandering through the city or something more exciting that gave him an excuse to show off, and he'd turn nearly everything into some kind of game or challenge just to keep you entertained.

He'd constantly look for ways to make you laugh, deliberately exaggerating stories from his missions or pretending that some completely ordinary situation was far more dramatic than it actually was. He'd also develop the habit of bringing things back for you whenever he traveled, not necessarily expensive gifts, but small souvenirs he'd happened to see and immediately think you'd enjoy.

At first, he'd barely notice how often this happened. He'd simply return from a journey, spot something that reminded him of you, and think, you'd like this, before buying it without a second thought.

The difference would become more obvious in the way he treated your presence. Childe was naturally sociable and energetic, comfortable throwing himself into conversations and making friends wherever he went, but with you, there would be an extra degree of attention that he didn't give anyone else.

He'd remember things you'd told him weeks ago, notice immediately when something was bothering you, and instinctively check that you were alright whenever a situation became dangerous. If you were present during one of his fights, his attention would periodically flick toward you even while he was occupied with his opponent, and if you'd been left behind somewhere safe, he'd find himself wondering what you were doing before he'd even finished his mission.

He'd never consider any of this particularly strange. To him, you were simply you, someone he liked having around, someone whose company made even boring days more enjoyable. It wouldn't occur to him that he'd started measuring certain experiences by whether he could share them with you.

He'd return from an 'adventure' wanting to tell you about it first, encounter something amusing and immediately think about how you'd react, or catch himself looking through a crowd simply because some part of him expected to find you there. The thought would remain so ordinary in his mind that he wouldn't question it until one particular day made the pattern impossible to ignore.

The realization would probably hit him after returning from a particularly dangerous assignment, when he'd come back expecting the usual noise and bustle surrounding his arrival. He'd barely have time to step into the area before his eyes began moving through the crowd, searching automatically. He wouldn't even realize he was doing it at first.

His gaze would pass over familiar faces, fellow Fatui members, merchants, strangers, anyone standing nearby, until it finally landed on you. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd already been imagining the way you'd greet him, probably with that warm smile he had apparently grown so accustomed to seeing after every assignment.

But the moment you spotted him, that smile wouldn't come. Instead, your expression would immediately change with concern when you noticed the blood staining his clothes and the signs of a rough fight still visible across him.

You'd hurry toward him, asking whether he was hurt, your hands instinctively checking his arms and shoulders for injuries before he could even properly greet you. Childe would initially try to laugh it off, assuring you that he'd be fine and that most of the blood wasn't even his, but somewhere between your worried questions and the way you kept looking him over, his teasing response would gradually fade.

He'd simply stare at you. The warmth spreading through his chest would catch him completely off guard, almost like a flutter beneath his ribs, and for once he wouldn't have an immediate joke to cover it with.

He'd watch your worried expression, the way your brows had drawn together, the way you were still checking him despite his insistence that he was alright, and something inside him would suddenly feel impossibly light.

You were worried about him. The thought would make him stare at you with an almost bewildered fondness, his usual grin slowly returning as he realized just how much he liked being the person you cared about this deeply.

He'd blink only when you finally caught him staring and asked why he was looking at you like that. For a moment, he'd simply smile, almost dazed by the realization that had settled so naturally into place.

Then he'd laugh under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck as everything he'd previously dismissed began connecting at once, all the times he'd searched for you first after returning from an assignment, every souvenir he'd picked up because it reminded him of you, every story he'd wanted to tell you before anyone else, every excuse he'd invented to spend another afternoon together, and every time he'd found himself wondering whether you were safe while he was away.

It suddenly made perfect sense. "Ah." The word would escape quietly before his smile widened. "How'd I not realize this sooner?" He'd probably find the whole realization almost amusing, especially after realizing how long he'd apparently been oblivious.

Yet rather than pulling away from the feeling, he'd simply let himself enjoy it, looking at you with that same soft, fascinated expression while you continued fussing over his injuries.

── ( 𝒘. ) wanderer would resist the realization longer than almost anyone because the very idea of being emotionally attached to someone would irritate him before he ever allowed himself to accept it. Long before he understood what was happening, you would already have become one of the few people capable of bringing out a warmth in him that he himself barely recognized.

It would almost feel like some forgotten part of him had resurfaced whenever he was with you, something softer and strangely content that he would immediately try to bury beneath his usual indifference. You could invite him somewhere as simple as wandering through the city, sitting somewhere quiet, or accompanying you while you talked about something that interested you, and his first response would almost always sound annoyed.

"Do you ever get tired of dragging me around?" Yet he'd still go. He'd complain about the destination, complain about how long you'd been talking, complain when you got distracted by something along the way, but he would never actually leave.

In reality, he'd be paying close attention to everything you said. He'd remember the details of your stories, ask questions when something genuinely caught his interest, and occasionally offer his own opinion before pretending he hadn't been listening that closely.

If you noticed how engaged he was and smiled because he was clearly enjoying himself, he'd immediately become defensive. "What? Don't look at me like that. I'm only listening because you won't stop talking." But he'd remain beside you anyway, sometimes so close that your shoulders nearly brushed, perfectly content to let you fill the silence.

He would especially enjoy the moments when you became animated about something you loved. He'd watch you talk, occasionally interrupting with a dry remark or challenging something you said simply to keep the conversation going, and then act irritated whenever you pointed out that he was clearly enjoying himself.

If you suggested doing something together again another day, he'd roll his eyes and pretend to consider it a nuisance. But he'd remember the suggestion perfectly and, when the day came, would somehow already be waiting for you.

His affection would also begin showing itself through physical closeness in ways that would be almost shocking compared to how he treated everyone else. Wanderer generally wouldn't tolerate unnecessary touching, but with you, the rules would quietly change.

If you were walking too slowly and he wanted you to follow him, he'd simply reach down and take your hand, tugging you along without even thinking about it. If you tried teasing him about it, he'd immediately look away and mutter that it was faster than waiting for you.

He might catch your hand again when crossing a crowded street, pull you closer when he wanted your attention, or casually keep hold of your wrist while leading you somewhere, all while behaving as though none of it were remotely significant. He wouldn't be affectionate in an openly sentimental way, instead, he'd simply become accustomed to having you within reach.

Sitting beside you would feel natural. Walking with your hand in his would feel natural. Listening to you talk for hours would feel natural. And the fact that he was genuinely happy during those moments would be something he stubbornly refused to examine.

The realization would therefore hit him not simply because he protected you, but because he would eventually recognize what being around you did to him. Perhaps you'd invited him somewhere he had initially called boring, only for the two of you to spend hours together talking about whatever happened to come to mind.

At some point, you'd laugh at something he said, and he'd catch himself smiling before immediately trying to hide it. Or perhaps you'd reach for his hand without thinking and he'd instinctively let you take it, realizing only afterward that he hadn't pulled away. Instead, he'd tightened his fingers around yours. That would make him pause. He'd look down at your joined hands, then at you, and something about the quiet familiarity of it would feel strangely profound. He'd remember how often he'd allowed himself to enjoy these moments despite pretending otherwise, how quickly his mood improved when you appeared, how he'd started looking forward to your conversations, and how your absence left a peculiar emptiness that he would never have admitted existed. Most importantly, he'd realize that you brought out a version of him he had almost forgotten existed.

Around you, he could be irritated without being cruel, quiet without being distant, playful without feeling foolish, and genuinely happy without having to explain why. The thought would bother him more than he'd like.

"No." He'd immediately reject whatever conclusion had begun forming, looking away as though the realization itself were an insult. But once he started noticing it, he wouldn't be able to stop. Eventually, he'd click his tongue, fold his arms, and mutter bitterly to himself, "You've got to be kidding me."

The realization would make him defensive, but it wouldn't make him pull away. If anything, he'd become even more attached while pretending otherwise.

── ( 𝒗. ) varka would probably be one of the last people to realize it because, for months, he'd have absolutely no reason to suspect that what he felt for you was anything beyond genuine fondness. He was naturally warm, affectionate, and generous with the people he cared about, so none of his behavior toward you would initially strike him as unusual.

The real problem would be that he simply talks about you constantly. You'd become an almost ridiculous fixture in his conversations, to the point that the Knights would eventually know far more about you than they ever intended to.

Someone could mention a meal they had recently eaten and Varka would immediately remember something you'd once said about that particular dish. He'd return from an expedition with some strange object he'd found along the way and immediately start telling everyone how you'd probably love it, or how you would have laughed at something he'd seen, or how he wished you'd been there to see a particularly beautiful view.

Even when he was hundreds of miles away, you'd somehow find your way into his thoughts. He'd be walking through unfamiliar territory and suddenly wonder what you were doing back in Mondstadt, whether you'd eaten yet, whether you'd enjoyed the weather that day, or whether you'd have liked the place he was currently standing in.

He'd talk about you so naturally that he wouldn't even realize how often your name came up. "She'd love this place," he'd remark while looking over some distant landscape, only to continue talking about you for another ten minutes without noticing he'd completely changed the subject. The Knights would eventually exchange knowing looks whenever it happened. Varka, meanwhile, would remain oblivious. If someone teased him about it, he'd simply laugh. "What? I'm allowed to talk about someone I like," (the other knights would be frustrated how easily he's throwing around those three words).

He'd insist that he was merely fond of your company, yet somehow another story about you would inevitably follow.

His affection would be just as obvious when you were actually nearby. At gatherings, he'd naturally keep you within reach, throwing an arm around your shoulders while talking to someone else or casually drawing you closer whenever the crowd became too dense.

If he noticed you becoming overwhelmed or uncomfortable, he'd quietly shift the conversation so you could participate, introduce you to someone you hadn't met, make sure there was a seat available for you, or bring you something to eat before you ever thought to ask.

He'd notice whether you were getting tired, whether the room was too cold, whether you had been standing for too long, and somehow solve each little problem without making it obvious that he'd been paying attention. None of it would feel particularly romantic to him. He'd simply be taking care of you in the same easy, instinctive way he took care of people he considered important.

Once someone finally pointed out just how often he talked about you, however, Varka would actually stop and think about it. He'd initially laugh, perhaps insisting that everyone was exaggerating, until someone began listing examples.

Varka would gradually fall quiet as he realized they were right. He'd think back to all those expeditions where something beautiful had caught his eye and his first thought had been that you should see it, all the meals where he'd instinctively remembered which portion you'd prefer, and all the gatherings where he'd automatically checked whether you were comfortable before settling himself down.

He'd realize that even when you weren't physically there, some part of his mind was constantly accounting for you. The thought would be almost absurdly simple once he finally saw it. He wouldn't merely enjoy your company, you had become part of the way he experienced the world.

Everything reminded him of you because, somewhere along the way, he'd started wanting you involved in everything he experienced.

Varka would stare into the distance for a moment before slowly rubbing his chin. "Huh." Then, as the realization finally settled, a deep laugh would escape him. "Well, I'll be damned." He'd find the whole thing more amusing than embarrassing, especially when he realized how long everyone else had probably known.

After that, his behavior wouldn't become dramatically different because he'd already been treating you with affection for months.

── ( 𝒌. ) kinich would take much longer to recognize it simply because he wouldn't spend much time examining his own emotions in the first place. Before realizing he was in love with you, he'd already be making countless small adjustments around you without ever thinking of them as affection.

He'd wait for you before leaving somewhere even when there was no practical reason to do so, automatically slow his pace when you fell behind, remember exactly how you preferred to train, and quietly step in whenever you struggled with something without making a point of announcing that he'd noticed.

If you were tired, he'd alter the day's plans without complaint. If you were carrying something awkward, he'd simply take it from you. If you were struggling with a technique, he'd demonstrate it again and correct your stance with the same patient precision he used when teaching anyone else, except he'd somehow always have more time for you.

His version of quality time would be particularly practical and understated, he'd ask you to accompany him on commissions, invite you to train with him, teach you techniques he'd learned, spar with you when you wanted to improve, or let you sit nearby while he prepared his equipment.

He wouldn't need constant conversation to enjoy having you there. Your presence itself would become something he naturally accounted for. Other people would begin noticing long before Kinich did. Mualani, especially, would find it amusing how easily you seemed to slip past the distance Kinich normally maintained with people, while Kachina would notice the quieter details, how he always seemed to know where you were, how he waited for you without mentioning it, and how naturally you could stand beside him without him ever seeming bothered by your proximity.

Kinich wasn't someone who allowed just anyone to become that close to him, which made your place beside him increasingly obvious to everyone watching. He might normally keep conversations brief or prefer doing things alone, yet with you, he'd tolerate you sitting beside him for hours, answer your questions, listen when you talked, and occasionally even start conversations himself.

His acts of service would be just as subtle. He'd check your equipment before a dangerous journey, make sure you had enough supplies, adjust plans if he knew a route would be too difficult for you, or silently position himself on the side closest to whatever posed the greater danger.

He wouldn't call any of it protective. It was simply efficient. At least, that's what he'd tell himself. Even his protectiveness around other people would become increasingly obvious. If someone began acting strangely toward you, standing too close, speaking to you in a way he didn't like, or making you visibly uncomfortable, Kinich's attention would immediately shift.

He wouldn't necessarily confront them outright. Instead, he'd quietly move closer, place himself between you and the other person under some perfectly reasonable excuse, or simply call your name and redirect your attention elsewhere. His expression would remain calm, his voice level, but there would be a subtle firmness to his presence that made it clear he was paying attention.

If Mualani happened to notice, she'd probably find the whole thing hilarious because Kinich would insist he was merely being cautious. "You don't usually do that!" she'd point out. Kinich would simply look at her and dismiss what she said.

The realization would probably come from Ajaw after he'd spent far too long watching all of this happen. Ajaw would eventually become unbearable about it, loudly pointing out every time Kinich changed his plans because you were involved, every time he automatically searched for you in a crowd, and every time he positioned himself nearby when someone made you uncomfortable.

Kinich would ignore him at first, insisting there was nothing unusual about it, but eventually even he would start thinking about the pattern.

He'd eventually pause in the middle of whatever he was doing, staring ahead for several seconds as all those little observations finally connected. "So that's what this is." While Ajaw loudly screamed at the back of his head, "THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYING TO TELL YOU!!"

There wouldn't be much outward panic, Kinich would simply become unusually quiet, processing the realization with the same patience he applied to everything else. The next time you appeared, however, the difference would be almost imperceptible. His eyes would follow you a little longer, his expression would soften when you approached, and when you sat beside him, he wouldn't merely make room, he'd shift closer without thinking.

Ajaw would immediately notice and start laughing, while Mualani and Kachina would probably exchange knowing looks because, to everyone else, the answer had been obvious for quite some time.

[swansolstce]

hybrid!Lohen who plays the part of a charming rabbit so perfectly until mating season hits and the hare comes out to rut — n’sfw ⊹ mdni cw: hybrids (+reader is an unspecified hybrid)

A firm hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you deeper into the mattress as his hips do the same; pistoning into your cunt with the wildness of a hare intent on breeding you full of his seed. Overcome by primal instinct, every thrust hits you fast and powerful, and you’ve no choice but to curl your trembling fingers around the sheets — hoping, somehow, that this overwhelming pleasure might seep out from your grip, weak as it may be.

“Just one more,” he says.

But you’ve long lost track of just how many times he’s come. How many times you’ve come, as you’re unsure how many ‘one mores’ you have in you to give (and to receive). From his fingers, and from his tongue before that… the sticky mix of your fluids have spilled down your thighs, staining the bedsheets, and dried, before running its course all over again, each one messier than the last. This time, Lohen readjusts his angle, and you feel his tip prod against your womb. You clench hard, ears pinned back sharply as you turn to the bed for a muffled cry.

For a moment, he stills, and you think he might’ve taken pity on your devastated form: your skin—glossy with sweat—marked with the imprints of his touch. Your quivering legs that persevere and fight, all in the effort to keep your ass up in the air… And of course your swollen pussy lips, glistening and wet and pulsing; so pliantly enveloped around the base of his cock as if you were made to take him full. He thumps a foot on instinct, excitement surging as he attempts to catch your attention again. Pity? No — for a hare like him, who's burrowed right to the door of your womb, Lohen believes he's struck gold.

"This'll be the one," he swears, grabbing you by the base of your tail before giving you a good tug, effectively pressing you harder against his tip. Your head falls back in a broken wail as you convulse and gush around him, your body unable to cope with this unfamiliar stimulation, save for the way an orgasm rips through you again.

At least your rabbit knight still has the decency in him to whisper hushed nothings as you come down, delirious now as you may be. Yet as you turn your cheek at him through cloudy, half-lidded eyes, you can't help but shiver in blissed anticipation at the ferocious, wild eyes of the rutting hare. You feel him shift again inside you. "Just hold out for one more," he coos. "This'll be the one to take. I know it."

© swansolstce — do not feed into AI, steal, plagiarize, translate or repost any content onto any other platform

[slut4tunito]

❝connect the dots.❞ ; tamsy caines. ✦

𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰 / 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 ; mdni / 18+ smut; body worship (kissing his piercings), bondage (m receiving), afab!fem!reader, lots of kisses, very short but quite freaky, tamsy is probably super ooc, reader is a little mean, lmk if i missed anything !༻ ࣪˖ ִֶ

࣪༻࣪˖ 𝔞/𝔫 ; ❝I LOST THE DAMN REQUEST BUT THIS ONE IS FOR OOMFS, MY GOAT! she scares me...but i love her all the same! she made me post this asap so forgive me that it's SUPER DUPER short, i may do a rendition of it and make it longer :P❞ ༻ ࣪˖ ִֶ𓂃

scantily-clad with a manicured hand dipped in a box of chocolates long forgotten about, you laid watching your beautiful boyfriend tamsy caines pamper himself for the night. he prefers to get it towel-less—"it's more comfortable"—he explains half-heartedly. and while that sentiment is true, the two of you know the real answer: tamsy is your attention whore (and you'd be lying if you said you weren't his too).

his nudity gave you full visual access to his body and as he shifted, you were able to see every nook of his beautiful figure; his two-toned hair flowed down his two-toned body like rivers of ribbons amongst beige lands of tawny and fawn. remnants of bruises and bites linger from nights ago—you swear you didn't mean to scratch him that hard—and tiny stars of silver decorate his body as if he were the universe itself.

his piercings were like freckles, so natural and fitting that you almost didn't realize their presence until you took it all in. now that you register it, tamsy was piercings practically everywhere. from his back dermals to his lip ring, almost every body part had a piece of silver to accompany it.

"never realized how pierced you are tam'..." you hum in realization.

he finishes gliding his fingers through his hair before turning his head in your direction, "really?"

"you see me naked everyday yet you fail to acknowledge my beauty? i'm hurt my love, truly..." he pouts and covers his chest in mock offense.

you giggle at his antics, "i am acknowledging it!! i'm doing it right now!!"

"you're not doing a very good job! i really am hurt my dear..."

"oh yea?"

"if only a gorgeous nymph such as yourself could kiss my despair away..."

so that's how he got here...

"ten~" you whisper before pressing a kiss to his glossy tip, his prince albert.

tamsy lets out a high-pitched whine—borderline squeal—at this delicious torture. it's felt like hours of this; you kissing each and every piercing that decorated him, mummering soft praises as you trailed your nails up and down his coconut-scented skin. he's tied up and gagged of course, you can't have your beautiful boy running away from his reward, right? not after he requested your kisses sooo nicely.

you linger around some of his extra sensitive spots; his nipples and his belly button getting extra love from your soft lips and tongue as you wet the cold metal with saliva and suck the skin around it, all an attempt to absolutely destroy your man.

tamsy's all embarrassed and dizzy; his head is spinning and his dick throbs with need. he fights tooth and nail not to give in like a loser and buck his hips up into your mouth for a fraction of relief—if he had it his way he'd be skull fuckin you until both him and you cry from overstimulation.

but holy fuck it’s haaard!! your cruelty knows no bounds!!! tamsy is not the type to self-deprecate but he sure is a damn fool for letting you continue to dominate him (even though he loves every second of it). especially because your main trick to torment was with the sole use of your creamy, plushy lips—

"eleven~"

"mmffgh!!~" tamsy chokes as he's caught off-guard, spit pouring from his gag as he peers down at you.

you flutter your lashes up at him, elated by such a desperate sound. you blink innocently—"what's wrong tammy?"—but you're naughty enough to know what he really wants—"you wanna cum?"

tamsy lets out a shaky sigh as he tries to regain his composure. he shoots a dirty glare down at you through watery eyes of beige and indigo.

you shrug, his non-verbal wannabe demand falling on blind eyes.

“twelve~” you kiss down his shaft—

“gosh you’re really pierced tammy! i mean i know you are because i see your dick everyday but now that i’m counting, twelve is a lot for someone!”

you then stop yourself. you start to think aloud; was it really twelve? maybe you miss counted…oh shoot did you forget his ears? you know he has a lot of ear piercings but did you count alll of them?

and as tamsy watches the gears turn in your head in fear,

he knows he’s done for.

"well, no harm in starting over!"

"mmphhgg!! mm-mm!!" tamsy cries like a kicked puppy, thrashing against the dark blue rope that bounds him, risking the burns on his skin because fuck he can't take this anymore! you're so evil!

just how he likes it...

pngs from pinterest and edited by yours truly !

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༒︎ ྀིྀ 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤. 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢, 𝔯𝔢𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔤 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔱! 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔩, 𝔯𝔢𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱, 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔦. @𝔰𝔩𝔲𝔱4𝔱𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔬. ྀིྀི༒︎

[seitosh]

he gets rage-baited during sex. 18+

your man hates it when you squeeze yourself when he’s inside of you.

he hates being “rage-baited” by his brat of a girl who has his cock warmed inside of her sloppy folds. a callous smile adjacent with the faux innocent eyes of yours blinking at him as if taunting him with a what’s wrong.

and all he could do was fixate his lust replete orbs on the spread of your pussy around his engorged self, taking complete control of his entrance. he tries again, a cautious slow thrust too smooth from the wetness, but, no luck because you had clenched yourself (once again).

“quit it, baby” his pearly whites grinding, jaw fiercer.

oh he hated it. the sheer annoyance of having his cock struggle to go inside of you all because you decided to fucking play around. tightening the inner muscles of your cunt around his tip, shaft and all just to see that flustered struggling face of a proclaimed strong man—hm, not funny. at least, not for him.

“quit what?” a sweet cadence, just a facade, as your canines shone when you clenched again. and again. again. having him falter forward and slip out groans. “ah–damn–” his breath heavy on your spit smeared lips, his nipples brushing against yours and there came his odd request.

“can you keep doing that while i go in and out?”

another repost ! ❤︎⁠ originally a gojo fic but i think this one goes out to a lotta characters with a bratty gf.

[hawberries]

hello. this week i will be bringing you: haikyuu but it's girls

[gojosoups]

I have a proposal to think about... Avatar gojo.. maybe na'vi gojo?

i'm gonna hold your hand when I say this... actually, I'll just show it to you instead

[zuunary]

avatar x gojo

[shadowsviper]

The Beauty of Bioluminescence

Na’vi!Gojo x human fem!reader

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Pandora offers countless amounts of data and knowledge from various species that inhabit the planet, from plants to animals to the Na'vi. It is your job to study the samples brought in by Spec-Ops, and to learn as much as you can, but when you realize some things had to be studied in person, you sneak out into the dangers of Pandora where you meet an Omatikaya Na'vi for the first time.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None

This is intended as a one-shot but I might consider making it into a series if I can plan it out... this is also my first Gojo fic!!

Welcome back to my page it's been like 6 months since I posted anything. I heard people wanted a Na'vi/Avatar Gojo fic so I'm gonna be the first to deliver

Gojo's descriptions are based on the drawing made by @/zuunary

I do not give permission for my work to be fed into AI. Fuck off with that shit

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Pandora is known to be beautiful, especially at night. The bioluminescence lights up the planet, creating it's own natural light in the darkness. From what you've studied over the years, you've learned that everything on Pandora is alive, one way or another. Everything has it's own purpose whether they provide for the planet itself, or for the species that inhabit the planet.

You and Shoko Ieiri have been studying the planet and their species for the past few years. While the two of you weren't allowed outside the research facility due to the fact that humans were still decently new to the planet and it was considered dangerous to leave. Only those with approvals from the highest commanding officers were allowed to leave, many of them being military themselves or something similar.

Those who were allowed out brought back samples for the researchers. You and Shoko spent hours examining every sample you got. You had notebooks filled with different findings. Each sample was written down with intense detail of how they looked, what they smelled like, what they do. You even wrote down the bioluminescence dots for each sample. The dots were always there, but they were faded and never lit up during the night. At first, you thought it was because of the artificial lights inside the lab, so one night, you turned off all the lights only to realize the lights weren't the issue.

The issue was that the sample was dead.

In order to study the bioluminescence, it had to be alive, maybe even attached to it's original organism.

"I found a problem with the samples," you told Shoko the next day. You played around with the sample in front of you. It wasn't like you needed it anymore, you had studied it enough to learn everything about it.

"Oh?" Shoko kicked the floor, sending her spinning stool over to your desk. She looked at the sample you were playing with. "What's wrong with it?"

You pointed at the faded dots. "You see that? That's the bioluminescence found on almost everything on this planet. It doesn't light up when it's dead, or separated from it's original organism."

Shoko sighed, coming to the same realization as you. She grabbed the sample from your hand, turning it over and over again as if it would magically light up. She placed it back down on your desk.

"We can ask for Sec-Ops to bring the samples back alive," Shoko suggested. Although she knew the chances of that were low.

You shook your head. "No, they'll just kill it before they get back. They won't risk bringing something back alive."

"So what ideas do you have?"

You had one idea, but you knew Shoko was going to lose her mind.

~~~~

"You're insane!" Shoko hissed, her hand slamming down on the table, stopping you from grabbing your notebook.

"I know, but what other ideas do you have?" You wrenched your notebook from under Shoko's hands. "Spec-Ops are more than likely to kill the samples, and we don't have approval to go out there."

"So your best idea is to sneak out?" Shoko scoffed, crossing her arms.

Okay, maybe you didn't really think this through. However, it was better than being disappointed every time dead samples were brought to the lab. Besides, you can't learn about everything Pandora has to offer if you keep sitting here.

"It's just a day or two, I'll be back," you said. At this point, you were saying things to convince yourself it was going to be alright. You were about to head out into the rainforest with no support and no weapons.

Shoko sighed, running her hands down her face. "I'll come with—"

"No."

"N-no?" Shoko choked out. "You're actually insane. You can't go out there alone. You have no training and you don't know what's out there."

"Yeah, that's true," you nodded. You finished packing some essentials into your small backpack. It mostly consisted of your most recent notebook, some food, water, and a knife. "But someone needs to be here in the lab or they'll know. I trust you to cover my back. Please, Shoko, I swear I will be fine. If I'm not, you can be the first to beat my ass."

Shoko scoffed. "I'm doing that whether or not you return safely."

A small smile appeared on your face. "Thanks Shoko."

~~~~

It was 2100 hours when you left the research lab after bidding goodbye to Shoko.

It was 2130 hours when you left the compound undetected.

It was 2200 hours when you found yourself in the rainforest.

You adjusted the oxygen mask on your face. It was annoying to wear, it covered your whole face, making some visibility difficult. You had your knife strapped to your hip. You don't know if it'll even be useful if you came across danger.

So far, you hadn't come across any danger yet. You spent your time kneeling down next to almost every bioluminescent plant you found. Your notebook was filled with new details on how they shined during the night, lighting up your path without any issue.

You touched one of them, causing it to shrink back into itself. Fascinated by the plants, you continued to scribble down new information. You couldn't wait to tell Shoko, she was going to have the same reaction as you when she reads all this.

While you were busy with the plants, you failed to notice a blur of blue above you. His footsteps were quiet. Perfect for a skilled hunter. He crouched on a branch nearby, blending in with the shadows. He watched as you stood up and continued walking while scribbling in your notebook.

His eyes narrowed as they followed you. He had his fair share of interacting with Sky People, he knew what they were capable of. You, on the other hand, didn't carry that same energy and confidence. He didn't think you even had a weapon on you.

He grabbed one of his arrows from the quiver on his back, nocking it onto his bow. He didn't pull it just yet. His eyes continued to follow as you walk past under him. He nearly scoffed, Sky People were so unaware of their surroundings.

He pulled the string back, straightening his back. His tail swished behind him to keep him balanced on the branch. The arrow followed you, ready to be shot.

Right before he let go, a woodsprite floated by, causing him to hesitate. His eyes left you, darting to the woodsprite floating down towards you.

Woodsprites were sacred to his species. Many believed it to be signs from Eywa, he wondered if this was one of them. He always believed that Eywa knew what was pure and what wasn't.

The woodsprite floated down in front of your face. You didn't know what it was. It looked like what jellyfishes used to look like on Earth before they were extinct. You watched as it floated down onto your notebook, landing on the edge of the pages.

Without hesitating, you made a rough drawing of it, trying to add as much detail as you could. Before you could properly study it, it floated away. You put a note next to the drawing, 'floats by itself, is it conscious?'

You looked up again, your eyes following the floating, jellyfish-looking thing. It floated behind you, going upwards. A slight movement caused you to look away from it. Your eyes automatically landed on the Na'vi perched on the branch above you, not too far away from the floating thing, his arrow was still nocked but it wasn't pointed at you anymore.

You stumbled backwards. How the hell did you not realize there was a giant Na'vi above you? You had never encountered a Na'vi before. You only heard stories from Spec-Ops or whoever else was approved to leave the compound. Some had said they were feral animals, some said they were the opposite, that they were friendly.

With the way the Na'vi had his bow and arrow out, you could only assume he wasn't friendly.

Without any warning, the Na'vi jumped down. He landed gracefully on his feet, his tail swished behind him, keeping his balance. His ears twitched as he eyed you.

Under the bright moonlight, and with the help of the bioluminescent plants around, you were able to see him clearly.

He was tall, towering over you by a few feet. His hair was short and shaggy. You noticed that it was white, even the patch of hair on the tip of his tail was white. His skin was a light blue with stripes of even lighter blue stretching over his body. It reminded you of another extinct species from Earth, tigers.

His eyes nearly shined. They were bright blue. Everything about him was just blue. You couldn't tear your eyes away. How could you? He was beautiful.

You knew just from seeing the size of him, the knife on your hip wasn't going to do any damage to him. You don't think you would even scratch him before he shot you down with a giant arrow.

He stepped towards you, bending down to grab your notebook.

You didn't even realize it fell out of your hands. You watched as the Na'vi stood up, placing the bow on his back. He opened up the notebook which looked ridiculously small in his hands.

After a moment, he let out an annoyed sound, his ears folding down.

He flipped through the pages, he understood the drawings. He knew exactly what was what, but he couldn't understand the writing. It was written in the Sky People's language.

One thing he did understand from the drawings was how they seemed to be cut off at some parts. He noticed the jagged edges of plants and animals. He let out a hiss when he realized all the species in your notebook were killed, other than the new ones you had drawn right before you met him.

You flinched when he hissed. You stood still and watched as he continued to flip through the pages, his ears folded back, nose scrunching up.

He spoke in his language. It was unfamiliar to you, but you could tell from his body language that he wasn't happy. In fact, he looked angry.

"I-I don't speak your language," you stammered. You were terrified. Who wouldn't be if a tall cat-looking alien looked at you angrily while speaking in his own language?

He struggled with his next words, trying to remember what he knew of the Sky People's language. He flipped the notebook around, pointing to one of your drawings, he pointed at the jagged edges of the sample you had drawn.

"You!" he hissed, tapping on the drawing. "Kill."

Your eyebrows scrunched together, trying to understand him. Was he accusing you of killing the organism you got from Spec-Ops?

He let out a frustrated sound. He was annoyed that he couldn't get the right words out. He didn't always pay attention when the Sky People taught him and his clan their language.

"You don't kill, no need to," he said. "Plants don't hurt."

You finally understood. Na'vi's don't kill things that don't hurt them.

"I didn't kill them, I swear," you said. You don't even know if he could understand you. "We get those from Spec-Ops, only they're allowed to get samples for us to study."

You tried to explain what Spec-Ops even was, and that you weren't the one who killed the organism. You continued when he didn't try to kill you, explaining that you were only studying his planet when you realized that bioluminescence only worked when the organism was still alive.

When you finished explaining, you stared at him. He made no comment. His ears twitched as he stared at you. You began to wonder if you were going to die.

"Sky People are no good," he finally said.

"I don't do what Spec-Ops does," you explained. "I'm part of Sci-Ops, we study the planet and the species on it."

"Sky People are no good," he repeated. He turned around, walking into the forest. "Go home."

Go home.

Like the compound?

Or Earth?

You watched as he walked away, his large frame disappearing into the trees. For a second, you could still see his white hair before it completely disappears.

You exhaled loudly, relived that you're still alive. Suddenly, your head snapped back to where he disappeared to. Your notebook. He still had it.

"Shit!" You cursed as you ran in the direction he disappeared.

You ran into several plants, all smacking you in the face. If it weren't for the mask you were wearing, you would've scratched up your face. You pushed the large leaves out of the way. You could barely see.

"Can I have my notebook back?"

No answer. You sighed. The Na'vi was gone. He disappeared just as quietly as he appeared. Without your notebook, there was no point in continuing on. You decided to call it and started heading back to the compound.

You groaned as you realized how much you lost. Sure, you could rewrite the old samples and redraw them. You still had it in the research lab. But the new things you found? The bioluminescence that you were able to finally study? The weird jellyfish-looking thing? All gone.

Shoko was going to have a field day with this once you tell her what happened.

From the shadows, a pair of bright blue eyes watched as you dejectedly walked off. In his large hands was your notebook. It was opened to the page of the woodsprite. Although you were one of the Sky People, he couldn't help but feel drawn towards you.

After all, the woodsprite had stopped him from killing you, and it landed on your notebook. It had to mean something, maybe from Eywa. Or it was just a coincidence.

He was looking forward to your next meeting with him. He knew you would come back for your notebook.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Sooo... what do you think? Be nice it's my first Gojo fic and it's not even jjk related 😭

Should I consider making this into a series?

Wrote this whole thing in one sitting, sorry if there's any mistakes

[quikyu]

Outfit Swap

[comesatimecomesashadow]

slight tamsy spoilers

genuinely how it feels to craft a complex reader that doesnt just suck up to tamsy and instead challenges him and his evil ways while still being in love with him to a very toxic degree:

dawg im literally 8k words in and i have YET to write the tension between these two 🥹✌️

[comesatimecomesashadow]

it ended up being 25k words *gulp* ......

anyway i'm editing it so tamsy haters u will be fed soon 👅👅

[comesatimecomesashadow]

slight tamsy spoilers

genuinely how it feels to craft a complex reader that doesnt just suck up to tamsy and instead challenges him and his evil ways while still being in love with him to a very toxic degree:

dawg im literally 8k words in and i have YET to write the tension between these two 🥹✌️

[comesatimecomesashadow]

17k words ... atp man. im wondering if i should just chop it up into different chapters

[comesatimecomesashadow]

slight tamsy spoilers

genuinely how it feels to craft a complex reader that doesnt just suck up to tamsy and instead challenges him and his evil ways while still being in love with him to a very toxic degree:

dawg im literally 8k words in and i have YET to write the tension between these two 🥹✌️