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tr1ckysp00k · 2 years ago

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Just one bite?

Part 5: pest control

[warning: cannibalism ofc, blood is mentioned, hints of forced cannibalism, hints of stalking, its bob :), !suggestive¡ NOT PROOF READ] It’s short

P.s. you and bob are dating now

Enjoy! <3

You and bob had arrived home. The sudden change of temperature, when entering the house caught you off guard. The both of you were drenched in snow, the cold water bleeding through your thin coat.

You excused yourself, informing bob you’d be in the bathroom, changing out of your soaked clothes.

“Yes please! I don’t want cha gettin’ sick again, lamb chops.”

He says, smiling softly as he removed his drowned jacket off his shoulders. You made you way to the bedroom, opening the door with a soft creak following along as you opened it. You bent down to shuffle through the drawers, filled with different colors of cloth. You picked a outfit to wear to bed, then headed towards the bathing room, throwing the clump of clothes onto the toilet cover.

Most of your shirts were missing so you didn’t hesitate to grab one of bobs shirts to wear to bed. Plus, you quite enjoyed wearing over-sized shirts. You heard bob entering the room, just from outside the restroom. You also heard the loud, roar-like yawn he let out. Poor thing must be tired.

You stumbled your way towards the sink to brush your teeth, but your brush wasn’t there. Again. How could you lose another toothbrush? You always put it in the same place. Maybe there are rats.

‘Ew’ you thought to yourself. You gave a huff of annoyance, you were very worn out from today. You just needed sleep. You nearly tumbled on the large shirt that was basically dragging amongst the ground.

Bob was sitting up in bed, with remote in hand. He was facing your direction. And the look on his face was a sight to see. His face was lathered in a red-hot tint, while his eyes were bathed in awe as he looked you up and down.

“I can barley find any of my shirts, and I don’t feel like doing laundry. . I Hope you don’t mi. .“ you were cut off by bob, nearly falling from the mattress.

“No, no, no! I don’t mind at all, lamb! I want cha to be comfortable, what kind of host would I be if I said otherwise??”

He says slightly quirking up a brow. You gave a kinder smile, taking light steps towards the large bed, while bob assisted you up. You got comfortable, lying your head onto his chest.

“Bob I think you have rats.”

You scrunched up your nose.

“Huh? Rats? What gives ya that idea?” He questioned your sudden assumption.

“They stole my toothbrush. Again!” You huffed, furrowing your brows.

Bob chuckled softly, fiddling with your hair.

“Don’t cha worry ,dove. I’ll get ya a brand new one by tomorrow.” His voice soft as velvet.

You shifted yourself, removing your head off of his chest and turning you body away from his. He gave a slight frown in the process. You lied your head down in the space between your crossed arms.

“I’m gonna hit the hay. Good night bob.” You yawned, shifting yourself a bit before finally finding a comfortable position.

“Good night.” His tone was low but tender. He lays next to you, his hands finding place on your waist.

Night time• 10:27

Bob sits up, wide awake. His glasses placed on the bridge of his nose. He scrolled through YOUR phone, as if he was reading a everyday book. Softly smiling at photos of you, and how happy you looked. He would kill just to have a happy photo of you and him together. He would kill to just have you all to himself. He found his way into your contacts. His soft smile turned into the grimace.

The stupid tramp that expressed his feelings for you had been texting you all night, non-stop.

‘Hey y/n I’ve been thinking about you’

‘Y/nnnn are you awake?’

‘I heard this new cafe opened up! Wanna get a drink there some time?’

‘Are you asleep?’

‘Y/nnn’

‘Doesn’t he know my darling is sleeping?’ He growled. Bob knows that idiotic boy doesn’t deserve such a beautiful, gentle creature. He thought of nothing else, but how to get rid of this twat. The annoying voice rang through bobs ears. His impulsive thoughts interrupted by your shuffling. A kinder smile is brought back to his face, his arms finding place around your hips, giving you a gentle hug. It soothed you. He gave a light kiss on your forehead. only soft, kind words left his lips. Easing you.

“I’ll get rid of the ‘rat’ sooner ‘er later. Then it’ll just be me and you again.” He purred, giving your hair velvety strokes.

Then a idea rang. He grabbed your phone. A spine chilling snarl took over his face. His eyes full of mania.

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“Hey dave.”

“I thought you were asleep!”

“Yeah, I wanted to ask something of you.”

“Ofc! Anything for you!”

“Do you know a place called grills n’ boys?”

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Morning• 10:00

You were rushing to get ready. being picky about what to where, and stressing over what time it was. You stuffed everything you needed into a unorganized bag.

You rushed into the dining room, fumbling to put on your shoes.

Bob took notice of your running back and forth. A tad bit confused on what you were doing, and where were you going. When he heard you tumble on yourself, he swiftly turned towards your direction, a spatula in his hand, and his arm resting on his hip.

“Are ya alright, lambs?” His tone was loud, and it was clear that he was worried.

“I’m f-fine!” You sighed in exhaustion.

“Lambs, aren’t cha gon eat breakfast?” Bob questions, tilting his head slightly to one side.

“I can’t! Getting ready!” You replied in a huff.

“What exactly for?” He shot you with another question. You continued the fumble with your shoes, ignoring his quizzing.

“For?” He repeated, his tone a bit more serious this time.

“To go to a small cafe.” You exhaled in relief, your shoes finally slipped on.

“By yourself?”

“NoOoo” you hummed.

“Please don’t say it’s with ‘Dave’”he cringed his nose.

“YeUp!” You replied in optimism.

“I’ll see you later!” Waving bye to bob, when you were stopped in your tracks. Bob tugged at your shirt, and had his hand wrapped around your arm.

“Don’t leave me by myself… please..” he whined, groveling at your feet.

“Bob I gotta go.” You attempted to kick him off, only for him to wrap both arms around your legs, falling onto your stomach.

“QUIT BEING A BABY, DAMMIT.” You squirmed, trying to free yourself.

“You can’t leave meee, lambs…” his pouting was akin to a child throwing a fit.

You finally managed to break free, rushing out the door and slamming it.

‘Weirdo’

-Time skip- 11:30

“Hmm welp, they said this is the place.” Dave looks up at the dim-lit sign that read ‘grills n boys’

‘It’s a bit questioning that they want to meet up here..’ he pondered around the ally that was near by, following the walls until he was behind the restaurant. He looked down at his phone, nearly about to die. ‘Aw I wish I remembered charged it. How clumsy of me.’ He suddenly heard footsteps approaching. He got excited. Though within each step they got louder and louder. Until a silhouette of a demon erupted out of the shadows.

“Y/n?. .” His tone was now in worry. His rosy smile was immersed with fear.

Scrape scrape

Was all that could be heard through out the thick brick walls of the shady alley. The person in red approached, hunger engulfed his blood-shot eyes.

“Y/n. . This isn’t funny.” He’d whimper, acting as if this was all some sort of prank. It wasn’t. This is where his blood will be stained.

One blink was all I took for the large man to charge at the pest.

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~Your prospective~

It’s past 2:30 and you friend had not arrived. Maybe he had other plans? He should’ve informed you though. To be honest it kinda hurt. He was one of your bestest friends. You got picked and prepped just for him. .

You decided to head home. Slowly opening the door, and immediately greeted by bob engulfing you with his large arms.

“Lambs chops! Yer back!” He said in enlightenment causing the small cloud over your head to turn into a ray of sunshine. You loved the big goof. You returned the hug and made your way towards the couch. You deserved some tv time. It was only two in the afternoon so news won’t be on until later. Meanwhile bob had already cooked you a meal. How thoughtful. He handed you your plate, while you mindlessly took a bite, you were really focused on the television.

“Hope you enjoy yer meal, lamb chops.”

“Mhm.” You said absent-minded, the juice of the meat falling everywhere on you and the couch.

Bob had frowned a bit.

“Doll your makin’ a mess!” He exclaimed, going to the table to fetch some napkins.

He wiped your hands down, and stuffed a napkin in your shirt.

When the mess upon your face grabbed his attention.he wanted to clean it up, but instead of using a napkin… He lightly grabbed your chin, guiding you to face him.

“Bob. I’m watching something right now.” You pouted, side-eyeing the tv.

Your pouting was put to a stop, once you felt bobs tongue graze upon your face. you squealed out of surprise.

“WHAT WAS THAT!?” He backed up to one end of the couch. You face bathed in red and embarrassment.

“I’m cleanin’ up yer mess.” He smiled softly. His hand caressing you cheek, ever so gently.

“U-USE NAPKINS, YA WERIDO.” You shout in abash. You were completely appalled by his actions. But he continued to ‘clean’ you nonetheless your weak pro-testing. You couldn’t deny it, you liked this side of him. Once finished, he gave a toothy smile of pure innocence. In which you didn’t buy.

“Maybe if ya paid any attention. .”

“I hate you.” You seethed.

“Don’t be hurtful, lambs! Be grateful that I was gracious enough to clean ya up!” He tittered.

You avoided eye contact, hiding your face filled with pure-embarrassment.

“Lambs.”

You didn’t bother looking up, but instead responded with a ‘hm?’ While munching on you sandwich

“I solved the ‘rat’ problem.”

“Cool.” You continued to eat, while he gave a flabbergasted look.

“That’s it?”

He huffed.

“What you want a cookie or something?” You giggled.

“I would like a ‘reward’.” He cooed, a sly grin emerged upon his face.

“No.<3” you responded, picking yourself off the couch, while he trailed behind. ‘Please’ and ‘why not’’s followed along.

Bonus•

Bob made his way into the abandoned home, dead and scratched up pictures of him hanging on the rotting walls. He look down at the slumped body of your friend. He brought a sickening smile to his face. He had nothing to worry about. Now that the pest was gone.

He has his precious lamb to himself.

My head hurts :)

Also thank you for reading!

#spooky month #bob velseb #bob velseb x reader #enjoyyyy #yandere #fanfic #i don’t know how to use tags #ITSASPOOKYMONTH #my head is gonna explode <3

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toyfii · 24 days ago

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jst a vent, cw small sui mention, some gender stuff, self image

if I weren't used to being ignored + scared of being ignored, i would be the nicest person ever. lol im scared of saying nice things to ppl bec i think i seem creepy and invasive all the time. thats why they always ignore me, right? theyre probably uncomfortable, i did something wrong i acted too weird im not like this, usually i just stay silent and know my place, why would a disgusting creature like medare talk to them and expect a response?

and then all the little friendships that couldve been beautiful.. they all fall apart and i avoid looking them in the eyes and pretend i dont see them, and i get out of my way to avoid them and avoid walking past them at any costs. even if i literally have to hide and wait, or walk in the opposite direction of where i was.

this happens to all the people i like (including online ppl too) i just stop responding to messages properly, or i pretend I'm not online bc i think that whatever i say is going to make you upset and uncomfortable and creeped out.

i def internalize all the complaints about men that i see online. ik that's probs where the fear of being creepy and invasive comes from. bc i was born with XY chromosomes and have short hair and facial hair and body hair and a wider bofy and broader shoulders and deeper voice and wear the same gross ugly clothes every time i go out and so i must be like them i must be gross and apathetic and objectifying and i must be acting in an invasive way im probably objectifying them im probably making them scared i should kill myself, people say all men should die so why cant i just do that already? obviously nobody needs me and it seems like so many people actually WANT me to disapprar bc im a "man". tbh it scares me so much to call myself that. esp online. bc irl of course everyone says "he" and use my name bc i am clearly a man irl. but online, i dont show myself ofc. so it feels like people online treat me completely differently and it makes me cry bc i know this would never happen irl.

and it also makes me feel creepy bc i dont say that im a man. i dnteven know. i hate calling myself that, idk if its because i am actually nonbinary or if its because i just dont want to be treated like i do irl. i feel fake for not saying that im a man online, because if you were to see me irl all that would come to your mind is.. yeah. lol i dont even tell anyone irl not even ppl who are nb or genderqueer etc. because its obvious im faking bc i dont look ambiguous enough, and i dont act ambiguous enough. im just some man, obviously.

its an exhausting cycle bc the only people i get to talk to now are other boys, even though i dont want to; even though talking to them reinforces the image of me as just another man. like i dont *hate* them ofc its just.. i dont want to talk to them. but i pretend that i do, and i put up facades to act like how they act, talk like they do. bc ik that theyd see me weird otherwise.

and ik that talking to the people i actually like, those people would see me weird bc theyre used to seeing me talking with boys in my fake way. my fake personality looks like my real personality, so my real personality appears fake, too. at least thats what i think. im too scared to go up and talk to any of the nice kids anymore. bc why would they want to talk to one of the boring mean apathetic boys. ig its just life. i cnt change it, im just stuck in this cycle unless i like.. disappear....

ive never talked about these thoughts with anyone else bfore because it just feels so taboo, ive never seen anyone else have similar experiences. so probably the few people who saw my post, read the entire thing, and is reading this now, will think im gross and leave too. ig its life.. you all would find out eventually and leave anyways. im destined to be alone, but its my fault for being gross and cold and uncomfortable.

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abcdosaka · 1 year ago

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i have such a love hate relationship with how gege writes women like he’s tackling the oppression of women and yet the women aren’t the important part of that conversation like he keeps killing them off 💀 it’s like how the walking dead would introduce a black character and immediately kill the previous main cast member black character

☝️ thing i can’t fault him for is that every female char is incredibly likeable. except maybe hana but tbh i still like her bc i could forgive women for anything she just got done dirty by the narrative. same with remi but honestly, instead of disliking her she made me dislike fushiguro a bit. (it’s not that i thought he’s at fault for anything i just disliked the set up for that arc) personally i think those two were the only major fumble writing wise. oh and tsumiki although i guess there wasn’t much more for her to do i was hoping she’d be more than a plot device (she was likeable anyway she made me like fushiguro more lmao)

omg i just realized what they all have in common is that they’re all related to fushiguro somehow.

another thing he does well is giving them their MOMENTS which to me is kinda more important than their depth in a battle shonen. like almost all the female combatants get a super raw moment. even hana shining that light on meguna was soo beautiful like idk that sticks out in my mind (until she fucked it up ofc)

nobara i think was actually rly well done. i still think there’s hope she’ll come back tbh. even though i said otherwise that’s just me pretending idc. yuki had a really good fight and she was so charismatic that i can forgive her death being related to choso so much (also bc i like choso). i just really wish we could have seen more of her earlier and know more abt her, esp her being a star plasma vessel, ik she was a supporting character but i was so hyped to see her in action. she’s one of my favs. tengen is also low key a fav even tho she didn’t rly do anything she’s well established and idk i just like her. uro is another fav who i need to see more of i hope she isn’t done for i feel like she got spared for a reason. yorozu was pure comedy i liked her and i kinda miss her i wish she stuck around longer. i stanned mai from her first appearance. maki is obviously my queen no words needed. i also thought momo was super cute and i still wanna know wtf that miwa panel was in the cg arc i think that was a genuine he forgot moment. mei mei and momjaku are freaks but i like them both they really help set the tone

ig the only issues are that 1) they keep dying and 2) their most important moments are related to a man somehow. i guess it makes sense bc it is aimed at a male audience but like if you’re writing abt women’s issues then you have to acknowledge the women in question as…people? that’s not rly what i mean to say but idk how else to phrase it. it feels like he wants to do a good job tackling these issues but he doesn’t rly get the core of the issue.

anyway it sounds like i’m shitting on him but the fact that he’s clearly making an attempt at expanding on the female characters instead of being like “here bitch damn” (and it’s a girl who gets one chapter of depth and is written out immediately after) is what actually touches my heart. altho ig he kinda did that with everyone but maki like i remember being surprised he went so far in the perfect prep arc for maki like i didn’t think she’d get a power up like that. and then in the sakurajima colony arc i didn’t know she’d continue to be relevant and then jumping sukuna with yuji like okayyy

the nice part of never getting fed is that crumbs are so delicious and nutritious for me. anyway i believe in kenjaku (old woman) x tengen heian era old woman yuri

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mochie85 · 2 years ago

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Hi, mochie! First, I love creature of comfort, and second, can you write a story about Loki and Reader. They are coworkers with benefits, one day Reader finds out she is pregnant, she is scared, and when she tells Loki he isn't happy, they fight and reader disappears for some time. Loki was worried and when she came back she told Loki she already solved the problem but him is kinda sad.

Reader didn't tell anybody she kept the pregnancy. When her belly starts to grow, she ran away to another continent. Years passed and Loki finally finds her but she wasn't alone, a little boy that looks like Loki it's with her.

You can decide what's next 💕

To Have and To Hold - Chapter 1

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A/N: Thank you for the comment. I'm so glad you enjoyed reading Creature Comforts. I'm sorry this took so long Nonny. If I'm being honest, I wasn't feeling the angst. I needed to get into a place where I could write it. I hope I delivered. It got way too long, so there will be a part 2. Pairing: Loki x OFC/Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Fluff, then angst. Lots of angst. Mentions of smut, but no descriptions. Language. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Loki had just gotten back from the bookstore. He picked up a couple of new books for him to read with you tonight. He planned the most romantic evening with you. A candlelit dinner, then reading on the makeshift picnic blanket under conjured lights. The compound was surrounded by trees and glades. Perfect for private moments and hidden secrets. It would be there, underneath the stars, where he would profess his love for you and ask that you take your relationship public.

What had started as a form of convenience and pleasure, blossomed into something more. It was always euphoric and mind-bending being with you. After the first night, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. The scent of your skin. The way your lashes flutter when he was cumming inside you. The way his hands just fit your breasts or the cheeks on your delicious ass. He couldn’t get enough.

He supposed that the fact it was a hidden relationship from everyone else made it more exciting. But that was all going to change tonight. Tonight, after dinner, after he has taken you to Valhalla and back, he would ask that you make your relationship conventional.

He wanted to be able to show you off in his arms. He didn’t want to hide his feelings for you anymore. He knew that you felt the same way, somewhat. Otherwise, you wouldn’t linger afterward. You would kick him out of your bed as soon as you had gotten what you wanted. But you didn’t. Long nights were spent talking and reading. Sharing your dreams. Revealing your past.

Yes, tonight, he would ask you to be his.

It was the longest six minutes of your life.

Then you decided to take another test. And then that was the longest six minutes of your life. I don’t know why I keep taking these tests. They’re all going to end up the same. Even if one happens to come out negative. The others still say positive. I can’t just ignore that.

You paced around your bathroom for god knows how long. How am I going to tell him? He’s going to be furious. This was only supposed to be fun.

Your bathroom counter was littered with positive pregnancy tests. All of them showing that distinct mark. The latest one you took also started to form a double line as well.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound immediately frightened you. You gathered all the tests into the grocery bag they came in and stashed them behind our shower curtain. You opened the door slightly to find Loki standing in your bedroom.

“Darling, are you doing okay? Are you ready?”

“Oh. Hey Loki. Ya just give me a second.” You closed the door and looked yourself once over in the mirror. You took a big breath and practiced your smile. When you opened the door, Loki was holding a single red rose for you, tied with a green ribbon. “It’s beautiful, babe, thank you.” You tiptoed to kiss him and smiled. “I have something to tell you,” you faltered.

“Hmm. I have something to ask you as well. I planned a very important picnic out in the back. You can tell me when I’m ravishing you under the stars.” He gave you a heated kiss on your cheek and led you outside.

He was in a good mood, you noted. Maybe this is a good thing. Maybe you’re scared over nothing. You knew what kind of man Loki was. He would look after you and the baby. If you decided to keep it.

He led you to a clearing in the woods out back of the compound. Magical baubles of light floated, giving the entire scene a fairy-tale glow. The two of you cuddled close and ate the prepared picnic sparingly. He was so loving and attentive. He wiped the crumbs off your lips and your heart nearly flipped inside your chest. “Loki, I need to tell you something…”

“Oh, me first darling. Please. I – I just wanted to say that the past six months have been a joy to me.”

“Me too, Loki.”

“I... I love y…I love spending time with you, Vee. I love the laugh you get when I make a jest. I love the fact that you understand my jests.” You both laughed. “You raise my confidence in myself as well as keep me humble. I – I…”

You raised your hand to caress his cheek, giving him the courage to continue. All this time you were worried about how he would react to your announcement, but here he was proving you wrong. Surprising you, yet again. “I love you, Violet. I’d like not to hide our relationship anymore. I want to keep holding your hand when someone comes into the room. I want to kiss you with no regard for anyone’s well-being but ours. I want late-night dances and early-morning trysts with you. Can we please not hide this anymore?”

“There’s nothing I want more than to be yours. In front of everyone. In front of the whole world!” you said as you placed his beautiful face in between your hands. Loki sighed loudly, releasing the tension that built up from his earlier admission. You kissed him passionately on the lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Claim me,” you whimpered into his kiss.

Loki wrapped his arms around your waist and laid you down on the blanket as both of you proceeded to make love, under the stars.

Later that night, you both decided to retire to your room. It would be a bright new morning tomorrow with questions and lingering looks from the team, you’re sure. You were just getting out of your jeans when Loki comes out with the grocery bag you hid in your bathroom.

“Vee, what is this?” He asked confused.

“They’re…pregnancy tests.” You said hesitantly.

“Yes, I know what they are. They’re all positive. Whose are these?”

“They’re mine, Loki.” You said looking sheepish. Loki dropped the bag, along with the tests, in shock.

“A-are you…?”

“Yes.” You looked him straight in the eye. A smile about to break through. But the look on Loki’s face wasn't anything like the lovely romantic gaze he gave you earlier.

“Why did you hide this from me? How long have you known? Wh-what does this mean?”

“I didn’t hide anything from you, love.” You said as you walked up to him. “I was going to tell you earlier. I had just found out before our date. So it’s news to me too.” You held his hands, intertwining your fingers with his. But he kept still, looking into your eyes for any falsehoods.

“This has to be a trick.” He chuckled tensely.

“Why would I trick you?” You said slightly agitated.

“I just declared my love for you. And now you’re claiming to be pregnant with my child!?”

“It doesn’t work exactly like that, Loki. You know that. We’ve been having sex for the past six months. And they’ve been amazing. Mind-blowing even!”

“So, you expected this to happen?”

“No! Certainly not so soon. Why are you so angry?”

“Because you lied to me!”

“I did not! I was going to tell you! But you said some really romantic things earlier and you made me fall deeply and madly in love with you all over again and I knew I felt safe. I knew that you would love me no matter what. But right now, I’m not feeling any of that from you!”

“Oh, good to know that you can be easily deterred by some choice words!”

“Take that back!”

“Was this your plan all along? Get me to fall in love with you then trap me in a commitment you knew I wanted nothing of?”

“Entrap you? We’ve never discussed kids, Loki! How would I know what you wanted? We just started this relationship! And for the record, I didn’t want kids. I never thought I’d be a mother. Even when we started fucking. But when you told me you loved me earlier. I could see it. I could actually see it. So, fuck you Loki! I never wanted this commitment either!”

“How cou-” Loki started to say.

“GET OUT!” you yelled at him. Loki just looked at you stunned into place. “I said, GET OUT! I don’t want to see you right now. You’re mean and vicious. This is exactly what scared me into telling you in the first place.”

“Mean and vicious?” His brows puckered together. You pushed him out with all your strength. “We need to talk about this!”

“No! You lost that privilege when you decided to accuse me of being a baby trap.” With one last push out your door, you slammed it right in his face.

He continued to knock. Slamming his fist on your door. “Go away!” you yelled out to him.

“Darling, you know this wouldn’t keep me from coming in there.” He yelled through the door.

“Fine then.” You said opening the door and walking past him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving! Don’t follow me Laufeyson!” Your screams attracted the attention of the team, as they opened their doors to see the commotion.

“What is going on?” Thor said as he heard his brother yelling after you.

“I said, stay! Don’t follow me, Loki!” You yelled back. Thor held his brother back as Loki passed him down the hallway.

“What is going on, Loki?” Thor asked him.

“Nothing.” He tried to free himself from Thor’s grasp.

“It seems the lady would like to be left alone.” Thor held on to him tighter.

“You have no idea what’s going on! Unhand me this instant. I need to speak with her!” Loki watched you disappear down the hallway and passed the common room. He needed to find you. He needed to speak with you.

“Whatever it is, I think you both need to cool off. Come on. I have a new stash of Asgardian mead Val had sent over.” Thor led Loki into his room and wouldn’t let go of him till he was sure Loki wouldn’t run off again. Thor sat him down on his couch as he left to get the new bottle open. “Now, tell me what ails you so?”

And for the first time, in a long time, Loki cried in front of his brother.

You ran down the stairs. The elevators were way too slow for you and not enough to release your pent-up rage and energy. If you had thought this out thoroughly, maybe you would have grabbed your workout clothes or something. Fuck, if you had thought this out completely, you wouldn’t have fucked Loki at all.

You should’ve kept your mouth and your legs shut. You opened the door to a random floor, running down the hallways. When the air in your lungs started to hurt, you stopped.

Holding yourself against the wall, you dropped down and started to cry. How could he accuse you of such things?

He just said that he loved me, then he thinks that I’m trapping him? Into what? He is a prince. That never mattered. But what if that’s why he thought that you were trapping him? Has someone tried to do that to him before? Maybe? That’s so sad. Ugh. But why would he think that I would do that? You guys had kept the relationship quiet for so long, what other conclusion could there have been for him?

“Violet?” you were interrupted from your argument with your inner self by Bruce. “What are you doing here?” You looked around and realized you made your way down into the labs. “It’s late. You should get some rest.”

“I can’t Bruce. Someone’s in my room right now and I don’t want them to be there.”

“There’s an intruder?” Bruce said alarmed. Boy is there, you thought. “Do you need the Hulk?” He said suddenly angry, looking green around his neck.

“No, Jolly Green. I’m fine. Thank you.” You said to him soothing his hand. “I just need to lay low for a while.”

“Are y…if you’re sure. You’re always welcome in. Come on. I just made a fresh pot of coffee.”

“Um...I don’t think I can have coffee anymore.” You said standing up.

“Why? Are you pregnant?” Bruce asked laughing. You sighed looking away. “Oh, God. You are!” He looked shocked.

Your face crumpled as wide tears fell from your eyes. You sobbed and hiccupped as Bruce came forward to hug you. “Bruce, I need help. And I don’t know who to turn to.”

“It’s ok. It’s ok,” he tried to soothe. “What can I do to help?”

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belphieslilcow · 3 years ago

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I was gonna send you a request but i accidentally unfollowed you absdjhndsfj forgive my potato fingers 👉👈

Imagine the brothers falling asleep on you so you take a picture and show it to them when they wake up. Lucifer would totally drool then threaten you with murder(affectionately) if you don't delete the picture. Bonus: Oops I accidentally sent it to the group chat oh no how did that happen :)

I assumed thats what happened when I saw you refollow gjfjdjxjxj this idea? so cute

Taking Pictures of the Bros Sleeping Faces

Lucifer

it's not very common lucifer would fall asleep on you randomly, but he was juuust sleep deprived enough to lean his head on yours and start snoozin

you were already internally giggling mischievously at taking a picture of him when he's so vulnerable, but when you feel a drop of drool on your arm, after your initial disgust, it's the perfect moment, the avatar of pride, hair tousled and drooling on his favorite human like he isn't one of the most powerful demons </3

he Very much makes you to delete it when you show him, almost grabbing your ddd and doing it himself (no one tell him you already sent it to diavolo and simeon shhh)

Mammon

He's a super light sleeper normally, but when he's with yoy he always sleeps a lot more comfortably and deeper, aww how sweet for him, he still snores like a mf and drools A Lot (he's one of those dudes that has to chug a gallon of water when they wake up)

ofc he's gonna be a big tsundere about it when he wakes up ("why'd ya have to go and take a picture like that, huh?") but he's just embarassed you saw him like that, he doesn't have much reaction to posting it to the group chat other than telling levi to fuck off when he says he's gross lol

Levi

Unsurprisingly, this shy lil serpent only falls asleep on you on complete accident, all his d energies finally made him crash right on his precious human, too bad he drools like a mf is is So clingy, he's used to cuddling with body pillows so prepare to be his makeshift one until he wakes up

snapping a quick selfie and showing it to him when he's up is him being "WHA- B... WHYD YOU TAKE A S-SELFIE WITH ME WHILE I WAS SLEEPING uwahhh i look so gross with the drool..." he'll mostly just be embarassed if you post it to the gc, so make sure to reassure him how you think he's cute while he sleeps

Satan

Satan falling asleep on you is the cutest thing ever, he has the most adorable face when he sleeps, poor thing probably stayed up too late reading and just conked out right on you <3

he's So embarassed at how cute he looks and is just like "please delete it and forget you saw me like that" with his face all red, if you send it to the group chat prepare for satan to go rage mode when they tease him~

Asmo

Asmo's usually so perfectly pretty while he sleeps, he deadass looks like a disney princess, but that's with all his careful planning and EXTENSIVE nighttime routine, but he sure wouldn't have time all his serums and relaxing breathing exercises after an exhausting shopping trip, just getting hope and him passing out on you on the couch

it's refreshing to see him like this, he looks natural, but still as beautiful as ever, i hope you have a speech about how asmo doesn't need to be looking devilgram worthy in every picture because otherwise he'll pull a lucifer with asking you to delete such an unflattering picture of him, maybe just keep it to yourselves if you don't want angy asmo

Beel

he's not used to being called cute, and he doesn't really get how him his mouth open with a mountain of drool leaking out while sleeping makes him cute, but he trusts you and likes that he's making you happy :)

he's so adorable, especially times where he's (lightly) gnawing on his pillow or holding his burger plushie, please send all your sleepy beel pictures to belphie, he'll get such a kick out of them, everyone else will too cause hehe cute sleepy little brother, but yknow

Belphie

there's no shortage of sleepy belphie pictures, practically half of them are him sleeping in a weird position or cuddling with one of his brothers

however the faces he makes with you are different, he has the softest lil smile, juxtaposed by the iron grip he has on you, poor baby doesn't wanna let you go :(

he gets so cutely embarrassed whenever you gush about how cute he looks, (almost literally going 👉👈) especially when he sees the pictures, that goes double when you send it in the group chat and it's just everyone going "awee!!"

#obey me #obey me headcanons #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #gets a entire phone just for cute asleep belphie photos

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nemilemy · 3 years ago

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Can i request hc kaoru, yuzuru, midori reaction when they know their s/o has a severe and incurable disease ?

I had so many ideas for this one and honestly i didn't read that clearly and i almost wrote a goddamn angst for Kaoru(I'm so sorry my guy😭). But here you go dear reader~

“Kaoru Hakaze”

🦇. The amount of years Kaoru had spent with you made him realise that you were the only girl who stayed for him.(also because you were his type) Not for his fame. Not for his looks. But just for who he was and that he was grateful! Like score!! I mean he's so lucky to have you all for him(why tf does that sound so Yandere what.). But after knowing that you have got a incurable disease. He was scared he held you so tight and actually cried for you. But that didn't stop him from helping you no way and in no universe would he just leave him like this he WILL help you get cursed no matter what. And that's a promise!

🦇. You called his name? He's already by your side ready with your pills , with water , with anything you need or want. You're his baby his #1 fan you're as special as he is to you. When you start coughing out of nowhere when he's around be careful with every question he asks you. But ofc he knows you'd be tired by so many questions so he goes straight to point.

🦇. “My love are you alright?” he would ask everytime you give a "sick"(idk how to describe it-). You should be careful on whatever you say to Kaoru or else he's gonna carry you back to the dorms and let you sleep with a kiss on the head and the pat on the head.

🦇. If the doctor says you're getting better then Kaoru will celebrate with the Undead members (Koga got forced but he still cares about u). If the doctor says otherwise then he'll work 2x harder! He's such a hardworking boyfriend so lucky no?

“Yuzuru Fushimi”

🕊️. After Yuzuru finding out you. His beautiful dove that shined through the dark times had a incurable disease he felt horrible. How could he have not have enough time to take care of you! He was blaming himself for this incident but he then knew it wasn't time to do this. You're his #1 priority right now , you're also Tori's favourite person too so he always helped Yuzuru too since he's worried for you! He promised you when you guys started being together, that he would always take care of you no matter what and swore to protect you , so he can't break his promise now nor ever! Don't worry Producer Yuzuru's got this (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

🕊️. Oh you're not feeling okay? Don't worry Yuzuru asked Eichi for a break to take care of you which he didn't seem to mind so yay for him! He's got everything ready at a box. He would check your temperature and such and see if you're still doing fine , if you're not thennn back to bed you go! He's always gotten restless when he's away from you , like what if you're not feeling good!? What if you fainted during classes!? So many what ifs in his head ahhh it's gotten in his head!!!

🕊️. “My little dove I'm glad you're getting a bit better.” he would say while hugging you or patting you with a genuine smile. (Help idk what to write next)

🕊️. If doctor says you're getting better bro... Get the tissues ready Yuzuru is happy crying come on now don't be slow!!! If the doctor says your condition is getting worse well damn Yuzuru will fist fight god for you (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

“Midori Takamine”

🧸. After Midori heard the news he cried because he didn't want to lose you. But then he pulled himself up and bought you a plush to remind you of him when he's not there and it even says "i love you" or "you look nice today" when you hug it! He just wanted to show you his love when he's not there to take care of you. But when he is there to take care of you he'll be a lost puppy wondering what to do to help!

🧸. If you're not feeling okay he'll ask if you want to cuddle or not with the face of a tomato! It's very adorable ofc he's not alone with you his plushies are also there to keep company (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧. He'll give you his plush for sometime to you but end up hugging you due to you hugging it more than him!

🧸. “Are you okay do you need anything?” he would ask with a worried look which is quite adorable but do say you're okay if not then the next day your face will be infront a plush's butt since your whole bed got filled with them while Midori took care of you.

🧸. If the doctor says you're getting better Midori will either leap for joy or either happy cry , you decide. But if not thennn Midori will still cry and hug you tightly also work 10x harder to take care of you then he already is. That's how much Midori loves you (*´ω｀*)

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Aight I'm finally done with this my finals are giving me so little time wth 😭

Dw you guys I'll do your request AFTER i finish till white day reaches because I'll be writing for the other units on what they'll do in white day. Well if i can do it is the question-

#ensemble stars x reader #kaoru hakaze #hakaze kaoru #yuzuru fushimi #fushimi yuzuru #midori takamine #takamine midori #ensemble stars headcanons #ensemble stars!!

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years ago

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i don’t need your help ~ jace herondale;shadowhunters

word count: 2524

request?: yes!

“Alec Lightwood or Jace Herondale (either one works) smut? If you're comfortable with writing for shadowhunters, ofc <3″

description: after a run in with a demon that almost turns bad, a fight between her and one of her fellow shadowhunters turns into something so much more

pairing: jace herondale x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of violence, smut

masterlist (one, two)

Izzy helped me limp into the Institute, my body feeling run down and exhausted already. She laid me down on a bed and it took me a moment to register that it was my own bed. I was aching all over, but I tried to keep a brave face. At least, I thought I was keeping a brave face. For all I knew I was sobbing like a baby.

“I’ll get my stele,” she told me. “Just...just stay awake, okay?”

I tried to respond but it came out as a pained moan instead. Izzy quickly raced from my room to her own. I could hear her in the distance furiously looking for here stele. I tried to stay awake but my eyes were starting to grow heavy and my head was lulling back against the pillow under me. The thought of drifting off into unconsciousness felt like the best idea I had ever had in that moment.

I heard someone at the door and thought it was Izzy coming back. When I looked up, I saw it was Jace standing in my doorway. His face was pale and he was staring at me in horror. I could only imagine how awful I looked.

“(Y/N),” he breathed. He quickly raced to my side and pulled his stele out. “What the hell happened to you?”

“She had a run in with a demon while she was alone,” Izzy responded, appearing at Jace’s side. “I got there just in time. Can you help me draw healing ruins? She’s going to need a few.”

“I’m way ahead of you.”

The slight burn of Jace’s stele touching my arm caused me to let out a yelp of pain. He looked at me with sympathy as he continued to draw the healing Rune. Izzy moved to my other side and started drawing a Rune there too. It hurt as they were drawing them, but I felt a numbness wash over my body as the Rune started to take effect.

Jace started to stroke my hair after drawing another ruin on me. He looked down at me, his face full of concern. “Rest while the ruins do their work, (Y/N).”

Getting Jace’s permission to finally rest felt like a blessing, and within seconds I was passed out.

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I wasn’t sure how long I was out. When I woke up again, my head still felt heavy and my vision was spinning a little. I tried to lift my head to look around, but it felt like someone had poured nails into my head and shaken it. I groaned and laid back down again, raising my hand to put it on my forehead. I realized then that the pain had completely left my body, except for the headache I had, and I felt good as new again.

“How long have I been out?” I asked, turning my head to see who had stayed with me while I was unconscious. I knew either Jace or Izzy had. They weren’t going to leave me when I was in such rough condition.

Through the slight darkness of my room, I could make out the figure sitting down as Jace. I was slightly shocked to see that Jace was the one who had stayed. Despite his caring and concerned nature when Izzy had first brought me home, the two of us weren’t exactly close. We didn’t hate each other or anything, but we were constantly fighting and he irritated the hell out of me. I didn’t think his kindness would extend to staying with me while I was unconscious.

“A few hours,” he responded. “It’s 2am now, you got back around 8 or 9pm I think.”

I groaned. “I definitely feel like I’ve been out for five or six hours.”

“What were you thinking?” Jace questioned, rising from his seat. “Facing a demon alone? You were lucky that Izzy had known where you were or else you definitely wouldn’t have been feeling as good as you do now.”

“Thanks for that, Captain Obvious,” I muttered. “For your information, I didn’t go out with the intentions of facing a demon alone. I was just out and I got cornered by a demon that knew I was a Shadowhunter. I wasn’t expecting it and it got the jump on me.”

“You shouldn’t have gone out on your own at all. You know the dangers of being caught are high, especially when you can be spotted at any time by a demon.”

I braced myself as I sat up, the pounding feeling in my head intensifying for just a moment, before slowly numbing again.

“I can’t stay cooped up here forever, Jace,” I retorted. “I’m more than capable of taking care of myself.”

“Obviously you’re not or else you wouldn’t have been on death’s doorstep when you got back here.”

“I was not on death’s doorstep. Izzy found me in time, but even if she hadn’t I would’ve been fine.”

“You didn’t look fine.”

I groaned and rolled my eyes. “Listen Jace, I appreciate this...concern you have for me, but I’m fine. I don’t need this lecture, I don’t need anyone’s help, especially not yours. You’ve made it very clear that you don’t actually like me all that much, so you don’t need to continue this caring act, or the lecture. I’m fine and I can take care of myself.”

The tension hung in the air. I expected Jace to walk away and to finally leave me alone. You can imagine my shock when he approached me suddenly, putting one hand behind my head and pulling me in for a kiss.

I was shocked. I didn’t know how to respond to it. I thought for a second that Jace had gone insane, that maybe some Downworlder had scrambled his brain or something. There was no way in Hell that Jace Herondale would willingly kiss me. I was just a torn in his side, and he was one in mine.

But something just felt right about the kiss. His rough hands were gentle as one cupped the back of my neck while the other was wrapped around my waist. He pulled me forward to the edge of the bed, nudging my legs open so he could stand between them. My hands were gripping the t-shirt he was wearing, taking in every last bit of him that I could.

I felt myself laying back on my bed against, Jace’s hand still under my head. He moved with me, hovering over me as our lips moved perfectly in sync with one another. His other hand slipped under my shirt, softly trailing up my side until he reached my bra. We broke away from the kiss just long enough for Jace to pull my shirt over my head and unhook my bra in one swift motion.

He looked down at me, his beautiful different colored eyes soft but full of lust. He gently ran his fingers over my cheek before pressing his lips against mine once more, then moving to start kissing cheek, my jaw, my neck. His lips hovered a moment over the fresh Runes that he and Izzy had drawn on my skin. When he pressed a kiss against them, it almost felt like he was soothing the slight burn that was still there. He continued to gently brush his lips over the white scars left behind from other Runes that had been drawn on my skin for years.

My head fell back against the pillow underneath me as Jace’s lips continued to kiss down my chest and stomach, stopping just above the hem of my jeans. He looked up at me, waiting for permission. When I nodded, he made quick work of pulling my jeans and panties off at one time. He pressed another light kiss just above m aching core before diving in with his tongue.

I gasped at the pleasurable feeling. Of course, being a Shadowhunter doesn’t mean you never have sex. Quite the opposite, really. All four of us in the Institution were no strangers to sex. But this...this was a feeling of pleasure beyond what I had ever experienced before. I blamed the fact that I had only ever had sex with Mundane men before now.

I ran a hand through Jace’s hair and grabbed hold of it. The action caused him to moan against me, the vibrations running through my body.

He lifted his head for air, replacing his tongue with his fingers as he lightly played with my clit.

“I can’t describe how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he said, placing gentle kisses against my stomach again.

“You have a weird way of sh - oh - owing it,” I said, trying to tease him through the pleasure he was giving me.

He smiled in response and moved his hand away. I whimpered from the lack of contact, an action I wasn’t too proud of afterwards but in the moment I could care less.

Jace kissed my lips again, the taste of my arousal on his lips and tongue. It turned me on even more and I just wanted to have him inside of me.

I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. He looked impressed by my action. I ran my hands down his still clothed chest, reaching the bottom of his shirt.

“I hardly think it’s far that you’re still dressed while I’m completely naked,” I said.

“Well, we can fix that,” he responded.

I made quick work of taking his clothes off, discarding them somewhere on the floor with my own. When I pulled his boxers down, I audibly gasped at his length. He chuckled at my reaction. “Surprised?”

“Surprised that my fantasies were true,” I responded.

Jace raised an eyebrow at me. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

I took him in my hand and started to slowly stroke him. A breathy gasp escaped from his mouth as he fell completely helpless to my touch.

“It’s hard not to sometimes,” I admitted. “When you’re walking around here in your tight clothes, or with no shirt on. You’re so confident and cocky, it’s hard not to imagine what you’d be like in bed.”

“You finally have the real me here,” he said. “Why not make those fantasies a reality?”

He didn’t have to asked twice.

I spit onto the head of his dick, using my hand to spread it all over him before lining him up with my entrance. The moment his tip slipped inside of me, we both moaned in pleasure and relief. So much built up tension between us, sexual and otherwise, finally being released.

I slowly sat myself down on him, taking in every inch. His hands found their way to my hips, his fingers digging in so harshly that I was sure I’d have bruises there. Once I had adjusted to his size, he started rocking my hips against him, the friction starting to build between us.

I placed my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as I took over rocking my hips. He looked into my eyes, his mouth partially open as moans and whimpers escaped from his lips. Even with these small movements he was hitting a spot inside of me that I had never felt before. I was almost sure I’d orgasm within seconds.

Jace sat up then, wrapping one arm around my waist while planting the other one on the bed behind him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly as he began to thrust up into me. The motions were rougher and faster, hitting that spot inside of me with a force I hadn’t felt before. I buried my head in Jace’s shoulder, trying to muffle my moans as I remembered there were two other people living in the Institution.

“Does that feel good?” he asked.

“Fuck Jace,” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good. I might...I might...”

“What are you gonna do, princess?”

Fuck! And a pet name, too? I was putty in his hands.

I couldn’t even finish my sentence. My climax built up quick and hit me before I was even ready for it. I moaned Jace’s name against his shoulder as I felt myself clenching around him, a warm sensation running through my body.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his thrusts becoming sloppier. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum in me,” I whispered. “Please, Jace.”

He threw his head back and groaned as I felt him finish inside of me. I gasped at the feeling, which was almost enough to make me orgasm again.

Jace fell backwards onto the bed, taking me with him. I giggled as I settled against his chest, still wrapped around his softening member. I could stay like that for hours if Jace wanted to.

“Maybe I should get attacked by demons more often,” I mumbled to myself.

Jace tensed under me. “I would much rather if you didn’t.”

I moved my head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Relax, I was only joking. I meant what I said earlier, Jace, I can handle demons on my own.”

He relaxed again, starting to trace his fingers up and down my back. “I know you can. I shouldn’t have overreacted earlier. I’m sorry.”

Normally I’d make some quip about him apologizing, but some things were starting to add up in my head. “You were always hounding me and shit because you were worried for me.”

It wasn’t a question, but Jace responded anyways. “Yeah. I...I just never wanted you to get hurt.”

“Jace, I’m a Shadowhunter just like you. I’ve faced numerous Downworlders before, both by myself and with you guys. I can take care of myself, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I’m well aware of that. I’ve always been impressed with your fighting skills. It’s just...I care for you in a way that I’ve never cared for someone before. I always worry when you’re out with Izzy or Alec or anyone who isn’t me because I’m afraid of the day that...maybe you don’t come back. When I saw you earlier today...I was so terrified that I was actually going to lose you.”

I propped myself up a bit to take Jace’s face in my hands. “I appreciate how much you care, but you have to have faith in me, Jace. This is the first time I’ve seriously been injured while fighting a Downworlder, and I promise you it’ll be the last time too.”

Jace nodded. I smiled a little and leaned down to kiss him again. I finally decided to untangle myself from him, although I felt empty without him inside of me. I laid down next to him, feeling sleepy from our earlier activities.

My eyes were starting to close when Jace said, “Hey (Y/N).”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should close the door next time we decide to have sex.”

My eyes popped open to see that my bedroom door was wide open. I hadn’t noticed that earlier, what with being...“preoccupied” and all. I groaned and buried my face in Jace’s chest as he laughed.

#jace herondale #jace herondale imagine #jace herondale smut #jace herondale x reader #dominic sherwood #dominic sherwood imagine #dominic sherwood smut #dominic sherwood x reader #shadowhunters #shadowhunters imagine #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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romiantic · 4 years ago

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𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨

this includes first years and gojo, I’ll have separate posts for second years and kyoto students 💕 if you guys want anyone else, let me know

reading: black! fem! reader

genre: just straight fluff

a/n: I saw a megumi one with a black s/o but I didn’t see one with all of the first years so I decided to make themselves, hope you guys like it 🤍

━ 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶 𝗜𝘁𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶

Baby boy would probably ask something like, “Why does your hair look like?” and didn’t know it was offensive

Please help him out cause he’ll just stand there clueless wondering what did he do to get cussed out 😭

Natural Hair 101, PLEASE hand that course to him cause he’s gonna need it

It’s canon that he’s an ass man so he will DEFINITELY be a megan thee stallion fan

He would compliment your skin like all the freaking time, especially golden hour WHEW

Personally feel like his favorite style on you is box braids, especially if they’re long

He would do nothing but have you lay on his lap while playing with your braids

Itadori would gladly enjoy beauty supply store trips with you, even if you’re getting one thing like gel or edge control

He’s like a freaking kid in a candy store and you have to calm him and sukuna down cause this mf is trying to convince him to steal something BAD SUKUNA

Literally would stay up all night with you to watch all the black movies, new and old, and if one of them is your favorite, he’ll ask over and over to watch it again

Your favorite artist is Summer Walker? Suddenly he knows all the words to playing games (not like he stayed up all night learning it)

━ 𝗡𝗼𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗞𝘂𝗴𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗸𝗶

It’s drip or drown with Nobara, we all know it

She knows enough to tell you what matches your skin tone and what doesn’t (though she knows ALL colors look good ASF on you)

Put on her favorite color and for some reason she doesn’t know how to talk

She would be your biggest hype man everrrrrrr

Every time you get your hair or nails done, expect compliments all day long

Braids, love em; faux locs, YES MA’AM, she literally loves all styles on you

Especially when you get a wig installed, WHEW, she is ON YOU, literally praising how good you look and try to convince you to try this color or that color

Put on an orange bob to match with her and she has officially passed away, her soul ain’t with her no more

She would most def try to help you on wash day, she’ll more than likely pick up your wash day routine in like two days

Sometimes she’ll even do it for you 🥰

━ 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝗙𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼

Unlike Itadori, Megumi would silence his questions about you

He would ask five millions questions about you to himself but wouldn’t dare to let them out of his mouth

Until you walk up to him and his brain starts short-circuiting

He wouldn’t have a favorite feature of your cause he literally loves ALL of you, from the curls/coils of your hair down to your nicely toned legs

He would stay up all freaking night to study upon your culture; the history, natural hairstyles, the food, etc.

Our blue eyed boy would probably want to help you on hair wash day but is way too nervous to ask

Don’t worry, he finally had the courage to ask you and of course you said yes

He would take it very slow and make sure to follow your wash day routine step by step

Unlike yuji, he’ll take the trips to the beauty supply store himself, but wouldn’t mind going with you

Oh boy would he be clueless though 😭 FaceTime him to make sure he gets the right stuff

━ 𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼

This nigga would call you every food in the book no matter how many times you tell him to stop 😭 you had to get nanami to tell him to stop cause ofc he only listens to his boyfriend

He would be on some light skin shit and call you his baby momma or some shit, idc idc 😭

He would soooo be into megan thee stallion, you literally can’t convince me otherwise

On top of that, he’s somehow a megan stan, I totally see it

GOJO THE MF STALLION OR GOJO THE HOTTIE 🥳🥳 I just remembered that he is a stallion omg-

THIS MF CRIES TO BOYZ II MEN IDC IDC, he ain’t gonna tell you though, prideful ass 🙄

I feel like he would be a huge fan of love and basketball and try to make you watch it with him every weekend

Just like Nobara, drip or mf drownnnnnn when it comes to you

I found out not too long that it’s canon that Gojo only wears expensive shit, rich ass mf

So OF COURSE he would only buy nothing but for his wife

He’s paying for all of your hair and appointments, he doesn’t care if the wig install is $500 and nails is $75, HE’S PAYING

ummm hope you guys like these hc’s😭 this is my first ever headcannon so I hope you guys like them

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝟏 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝟑:𝟐-𝟑 💗

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After the Fire ~ Chapter Twenty-Five

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield.

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done.

Thorin finally gets up the nerve to pay a call on Jasna…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Arabella Stoneham

Warnings: Oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex

Rating: M

Word Count: 4,399

Khuzdul Translation:

Abnâmul - beautiful

Mesmel - jewel of all jewels

Amrâlimê - my love

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Rain pattered against the windowpanes and Jasna turned up the wick on the lamp to give herself a little more light by which to study. Her last exam had been horrendous, and Mr. Templeton had told her in no uncertain terms she had one chance to bring her marks up, or else he’d find someone else to train. She tried not to panic as she stared down at her notes, but she couldn't make herself concentrate. Sh’d read a sentence, and promptly forget it. Wonderful.

The soft knock at the door surprised her, made her jump, but then she laughed at her own foolishness. Mama probably didn't take her keys, as she knew Jasna would be home. She just didn't know Jasna would lock the door since she was in her room studying.

“I’m coming, Mama,” she called, padding across the sitting room to the door. She flipped the lock and turned the handle and as she opened the door, her, “How bad is it out?” died on her lips when she found herself looking up at the very last person she ever expected to see.

Rainwater beaded along Thorin’s nose, his beard, rolled off his cloak, and his voice was low and deep as he murmured, “It’s raining like mad, but otherwise not bad a’tall.”

“Thorin,” her heart sped up to slam against her ribs with enough force to send black dots dancing before her eyes, “what do you want?”

“To talk to you, Jasna. That’s all. And then, if you want to toss me out on my arse, be my guest.” He gestured toward the sitting room. “May I?”

“No.” She shut the door in his face.

“Jasna,” he called through the door, “I know you’re angry with me, and you have every right to be so, but please, just listen to me.”

“Oh, that’s quite b-b-big of you, Thorin. Wh-wh-why should I? Give me one g-g-g-good reason why I should.” She leaned against the door, as if that would prevent him from forcing his way in if he so desired. Still, she leaned back against it just the same and crossed her arms.

“I have none,” he said after a brief silence, “aside from I have been kicking myself for how I let you leave.”

“Let me leave? You had n-n-n-no say in whether or not I left, you pompous ass!”

More silence.

Then, a soft sigh and he said, “You’re right. I am. And it would serve me right if you didn't open this door, but I do hope you will.”

“What do you w-w-w-want from m-m-m-me now? Haven’t you d-done enough as it is?”

“Jasna, I know I fouled everything up between us. I was a coward and weak and you would be well within your rights to wish to never see me again.

“But, know this, I’ve regretted nothing as much I regret misleading you, as much as I regret hurting you. Please, let me in, mesmel, and let me try to make it up to you.”

Her eyes closed at the soft pain in his voice. Was she being a fool to consider hearing him out? Was she only setting herself up for more heartbreak when he explained to her how he’d marry the dwarrowdam who was so perfectly suited for him? Who was so perfectly acceptable as far as Ereborians were concerned?

Probably.

Would she open the door and let him in to try to make it up to her?

Probably.

A heavy sigh worked its way up from the soles of her feet as she slowly turned back to grip the door handle. It grated softly and the door opened with a hint of a squeak as she nodded as she stepped back. “Come in. You’ve five m-m-minutes.”

“Thank you.” He swept into the flat, reaching for the frogs at his throat to unhook the cloak, and carefully whisked it from his shoulders, wincing as it dripped on the floor. “Where is there a mop? I’ll clean that up.”

“What are you doing here?”

He hung the cloak on the rack just behind the door. “I am a fool, Jasna. A fool and a jackanapes, and as mule and I… I owe you an apology at the very least.”

“I am listening.”

He turned back to her and she tried not to notice how his very presence seemed to fill the room. Water still dripped from his beard, and he swiped at it with his sleeve. “I should have told you about Shael, I should have been honest about her from the beginning.”

A shiver traced down along Jasna’s spine even as she folded her arms and stared at him. “Yes, you should have. If nothing else, you should have before you and I were together.”

A hint of color swept along his cheekbones, disappearing into both his hair and his beard. Still, to her surprise, he nodded. “You’re right. I should have. But, I wasn’t lying when I said I was selfish. I was. I didn't want you to turn me away and I was afraid you would. And in all honesty, I wasn't certain she was even coming to Erebor.”

It was all she could do to not roll her eyes. “Thorin—”

He held up both hands. “I know, it sounds weak, but I didn’t. She and I were never an actual couple. She is Dís’ closest friend and it just became a given that I would ask her to marry me. But then, I got word about my father and I happened to meet up with Gandalf and that led to the Shire, and to Ravenhill and to you.” He hesitated, then closed the gap between them, catching her face in his hands and her heart threatened to burst clear from her chest as he whispered, “And I am ever so thankful it led me to you, Jasna. And I didn't lie when I said I wanted to see where we led to, I do want to see it. And not just to my bed, but beyond that. Well beyond it.”

As he spoke, his thumbs moved lightly along her cheeks, his blue eyes as soft as his touch and she pressed her lips together to keep them from trembling, squeezed her eyes shut to keep them from overflowing, and when his lips brushed her forehead, she felt her insides melt.

“Thorin, if you are t-telling me what you think I w-w-wish to hear and not what you truly m-mean—”

“I’m not. I promise you, I’m not,” he whispered back, brushing another kiss against her forehead. “Open your eyes and look at me, amrâlimê.”

She did just that, her belly alive with butterflies wildly beating their wings to leave her lightheaded and breathless. His eyes were soft and her toes curled against the floorboards as he whispered, “I love you, Jasna. And I am so very sorry I hurt you. I will never hurt you again.”

His words were like a caress against her, bringing tears to her eyes and tightening her throat as she whispered, “Thorin…”

“Let me make it up to you, amrâlimê. Let me make it all up to you.”

“You sent me sapphire earrings.”

“A bargain is a bargain. And I hadn’t forgotten. It really did take me that long to find the perfect sapphire for you.” He lowered his hands to ease his arms about her waist and lifted her effortlessly, groaning softly as her legs curved about his hips. “Oh, love…”

She caught his face in her hands, and when he looked up at her, she leaned down and caught his lips in a tender kiss that had him tightening his hold on her as he moved forward. She knew without his saying, where he headed, and so whispered, “To your left, dwarf.”

“You know me well, Jasna.”

Her bedroom door bumped open and he shifted to boot it shut once they were completely in her room, and with little effort, he bent and pressed her down into the narrow bed. He came flush against her, settling easily between her thighs, and when his lips met hers, she wound her arms about his neck.

His lips moved softly against hers, parting, his tongue gliding along hers. Heat filled his kiss, desire fired hers. She tightened her arms about him, almost afraid that if she didn't hold tightly, he’d vanish on her.

His hips slowly, steadily, arched to meet hers, and she shivered at the contact, her fingers twisting into his hair. He shifted just so, slipping a hand beneath the hem of her tunic to let it skim along her waist. Up over her ribs.

She shivered at the gentle sweep of his fingers along the outer curve of her breast, her breath hitching at the sudden spark shooting through her. His hand curved about that breast, cupped it gently, his thumb sliding lightly about her nipple, which tightened into an all-too-sensitive bead at that first pass.

His kiss deepened, his tongue tangling with hers to draw it back into his own mouth and her back bowed as he teasingly rolled her nipple between his thick thumb and forefinger, then released it to slip his hand back down to the hem of her shirt. The cotton swept lightly along her skin, a caress in itself as he shoved her tunic up, baring her stomach. Then her breasts. He paused, whispering, “No corset?”

“I’m home alone. Why would I bother?”

He lifted his head to wink at her. “I don’t think you should ever bother with one again.”

That wink twisted her insides into delicious knots. “Is that so?”

“It most definitely is.” He rocked back, then drew her up to whisk the tunic over her head. The cool air leaking about the loose windowpanes skittered across her bare skin, but she only barely felt it. The heat in his suddenly deep sapphire eyes displaced any chill.

“Do you know what abnâmul means?”

A hint of shyness swirled though her as she nodded. “It means beautiful, doesn’t it?”

He nodded. “And you are, you know.”

“Th-thank you.”

“Am I making you nervous, amrâlimê,” he murmured with a hint of a mischievous grin. “Uncomfortable, perhaps?”

“No.” She shook her head as she met his gaze. “Well, p-perhaps a little. Nervous, I mean. Not uncomfortable.”

He smiled then, and without hesitation, swept his henley over his head and let it fall to the floor. “Perhaps not so much now?”

Her cheeks grew warm at the sight of him. He was utterly magnificent and she wished there was a word on par with beautiful to describe him, for not even beautiful was an apt enough description.

Without thinking, she reached out to trace along the thick and not-so-thick lines inked into his shoulder, then moved inward, along his chest. His breath hitched softly as her fingers swept along his warm skin, through that dark hair curling away from it, and when she brushed his nipple, he sucked in a sharp breath. She looked up to see his eyes closed, his expression soft. She slid her fingertip about the perimeter of that nipple, smiling as it beaded just as her own had when he touched it.

She leaned in then, to flick the tip of her tongue over it. He stiffened against her, a low moan wafting to his lips as he slid one hand into her hair, twisting into it as he murmured, “Jasna…”

Lifting her head, she gazed up at him. “What?”

A seductive smile played at his lips. “Do that again.”

“This?”

She leaned back to him, tracing the tip of her tongue about his nipple. The fingers in her hair tightened further, his voice smoking about the edges as he nodded and breathed, “Oh, yes…”

Emboldened by his reaction, she teased him mercilessly, gently urging him onto his back as she did. He obliged, stretching out alongside her, his fingers warm as they tightened on her waist when she came up over him.

“What are you doing?” His voice was husky and low, and when she looked up, his eyes were heavy-lidded and a smoky blue.

“Shhh…” She dipped to sweep her lips along the front of his neck, where his beard began as little more than scruff. He swallowed hard, his pulse beating rapid-fire beneath her lips as she kissed around toward the slope of his shoulder. With just the tip of her tongue, she traced up toward his ear, catching the lobe gently, being careful not to dislodge the heavy-looking, ornate silver ear cuff he wore.

She moved back down, around to the hollow at his throat. Down over his chest. She traced the individual tooth marks scarring his chest, swirled her tongue about his left nipple once more, smiling as his fingers tightened on her.

The dark hair spread wide across his belly tickled her nose, but she tried to ignore it as she kissed along his solid flesh to the waistband of his trousers. Her insides fluttered madly at the sight of him tenting those trousers already and as she unfastened his heavy-looking gold belt and reached for the buttons to feed through their loops, his fingers came up to slip through her hair.

A hint of shyness swirled though her as she managed to make her fingers obey and part his trousers. Heat wafted from his skin. His breath hitched once more as she traced along the paler skin beneath that waistband.

Just below his navel, that dark hair narrowed into a trail that disappeared into his trousers and she took a deep breath, shifting to straddle his thick thighs to part the heavy fabric.

His eyes glittered in the glow of the lamp on her bedside table and she managed to hold his gaze even as he lifted his hips just enough to allow her to tug his trousers, his small clothes from them. Her mouth went dry at the sight of her dwarf in all his glory. And glorious was the perfect word to describe him.

Curiosity seized her and she reached down to ever-so-carefully trace along the underside of him, smiling as he sucked in a hard breath. His eyes closed as she repeated the motion, as she moved from hesitant strokes to teasing caresses, emboldened by his low, sighed, “Oh, amrâlimê…”

His body fascinated her to no end, as no medical text in all of Middle Earth could even come close to describing just how perfect this one dwarf man was to her. He smiled as she slowly explored him, opening his eyes as she bent over him and pressed the softest kiss she could manage along his length.

“You don’t have to do this,” he whispered, tucking a curl behind her ear. “I don’t mind.”

“Nor do I. Mind d-d-doing it, that is.” She smiled. “But would you think me t-t-t-terribly b-b-b-”

“Brave? Absolutely. It’s a monster, you know.”

She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “No, I mean, it is of course, but that’s n-n-n-not what I was going to say. Would you think me br-br-brazen to do this?”

He tucked a hand up behind his head. “Yes, and I would welcome that brazenness.”

She traced her forefinger along him again, smiling at his sharp inhale. That part of him was sleek and hot and softer than any other skin on his body, and with each stroke, she grew bolder. “You w-w-would?”

He nodded. “Absolutely.”

She drew in a deep breath and bent over to let her lips close about him. The fingers in her hair tightened at once, his gasp echoed about the room, and as she teased him, a low moan rent the air, his hips arcing to meet her. She moved slowly, using his reactions as her guide. His fingers twisted hard in her hair, her name rose to his lips in a husky moan.

She moved faster, let her tongue swirl about him and stroke along him. He tensed beneath her, growling, “Jasna…”

But then he pulled free of her with a gritted, “Wait…”

“Did I d-d-d-do something wr-wrong?”

“Oh, no, amrâlimê, not at all.” Now it was his turn to urge her onto her back. “But I don’t wish this to be over just yet. And it will be if you keep doing that, mesmel.”

She smiled as he dipped to capture her lips with his, and slid a hand down into the shadows between her legs. His fingers delved into her heat, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he whispered, “You’re so very wet already, mesmel,” and stroked her ever so gently.

“I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too,” he slid a finger inside her to set a spark to the kindling of her need for him, gave a gentle thrust, and added, “and I don’t like missing you.”

“Me, neither.” Pleasure swirled through her, hot and sweet, and a moment later, he eased his finger free, guided himself to her, gave a gentle push, and filled her with a slow thrust.

That was it. That was all it took. Jasna wrapped around Thorin as he began thrusting hard and fast, crushing her to him as he surged deep. The iron bedstead banged the wall in a steady rhythm as his control fled and he brought her to the very edge of sensual madness. She throbbed around him, clung to him, her knees pressed hard to his sides, her hips rocking to give him the greatest depths she could manage.

He drove them both to the edge and in a blinding flash that his name bubbling to her lips, he shoved them both over. The knots burst, white-hot bliss flooding her body as he moaned low in his throat, tensed against her, and they came together in a fiery flash of need and desire.

He shuddered against her, arching hard once, twice, and the third time, he went rigid against her, then sank against her with a breathless, almost plaintive, “Jasna…”

Peace reigned as his head came to rest against her breast. Pleasure hummed through her still, softer now as she wrapped her arms about him and cradled him against her. Her fingers moved lightly over his hair as she whispered, “Are you all right?”

He trembled in her arms even as he nodded and whispered, “I am fine, mesmel.”

She let her eyes close as he swept a gentle kiss along the inner curve of her left breast. They lay in comfortable silence, their bodies still joined, and she was certain she felt his heart beating against hers, soft and steady.

The rain let up and the late afternoon sun broke through the dreary gray and Jasna pressed a kiss into the top of Thorin’s head. “My mother will return soon, Thorin.”

He lifted his head, his eyes sleepy and soft. “Will she insist I marry you?”

“She will probably geld you otherwise.” She tucked a long silver-streaked black curl behind his right ear. “Although, I could h-h-hide you under the bed and sneak you out after she goes to sleep.”

“I’d rather not hide. Nor do I wish to sneak about. I want the world to know of you. Of us.”

Her spirits rose, her heart lighter than it had been since that terrible day at Erebor, when she first learned of Shael Whitbow’s existence. “Are you certain?”

“I am positive, yes.” He eased off her, stretching out alongside her and propped his head on his fist. “If you will have me, that is.”

She smiled. “I should, by all rights, be furious with you, you know.”

“I know. And I agree. But,” he reached out to trace his forefinger along her cheek, “I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you, if you will allow me to.”

“I have no choice, dwarf,” she told him. “I love you.”

He smiled. “Then, I have something to ask you.”

Her heart sped up, her mouth dry as her blood roared through her temples. “Y-y-y-you do?”

“I do, yes,” he nodded, carefully climbing over her to rise from the bed. She fought back the urge to sigh at the sight of him striding over to where his trousers lay in a heap only feet from the bed.

She just watched as he crouched to fumble about with those trousers, and then he stood a moment later and came back over to the bed, sinking onto the edge of it. “Do you remember when you asked me about my braids?”

“I do, yes.” Her heart sped up as he held out his hand and opened it. In his palm sat a small silver rune with a green stone set into it. She looked up, unable to get her voice above a whisper as she said, “Thorin?”

“Do you remember what I told you?”

“You said they were sometimes a sign of c-c-courtship. But yours we-we-weren’t.”

“I confess, I am unfamiliar with the courtship rituals of Men, but for my people, braiding something into one’s hair signifies the seriousness of the relationship and it means that the bearer is spoken for. I thought an emerald would be perfect for you, mesmel, for it is almost the same beautiful shade of green as your eyes.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes stinging as she gazed down at the stone in his hand. She pressed her lips together as he went on, “And I do hope you will accept this as a promise of marriage because I would be greatly honored if you were to say you’d marry me, Jasna.”

“Thorin?”

“What?”

“Are you certain?”

“Mesmel, I’ve had plenty of time to ponder this and yes, I am certain. I love you. I want you. So, will you accept this and let me braid it into your hair so the world knows you are spoken for?”

Her vision blurred as tears filled her eyes. Still, she nodded and whispered, “Of course I will.”

He smiled and as he reached to separate a length of her hair, his hands trembled. “I’m a bit nervous, Jasna. I’ve never done this before.”

“I seem to be the first for you in many ways, don’t I?”

“That’s not a bad thing.”

“It’s not at all.”

She sat still as he braided the rune into her hair, and when he finished, he secured it with the thin strip of leather he’d brought and said, “And now you are mine, mesmel.”

“Oh, no,” she said in mock horror, “not th-that.”

He smiled as he rose and bent to kiss her lightly. But as he made to press her back into the bed, the sound of a key rattling in a lock made her shove him back. “Mama’s home! Thorin, you need to p-p-p-put on your t-t-trousers now!”

They dove for their clothes and Jasna was just smoothing her tunic into place when Mama rapped on the door and opened it, saying, “Jasna? Is everything all right, I—”

Her gaze fell on Thorin, then on Jasna’s very rumpled bed, and her eyes narrowed. “Jasna, what goes on here?”

Heat swept through her, but she forced herself to smile as she said, “Mama, this is Th-Th-Thorin Durin. Thorin, my m-m-m-mother, Arabella Stoneham.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Stoneham,” Thorin said with a smile.

“The King Under the Mountain,” Arabella said, her voice flat, her expression neutral. “Why are you in my daughter’s bedroom?”

“Mama, it’s all right,” Jasna replied, slipping her hand into his and clasping it with her other hand.

Mama’s gaze lowered, then flicked back up to meet Jasna’s. “How is it all right? He is not your husband.”

“He will be,” Thorin broke in softly, his fingers tightening about Jasna’s, “if you will give me permission to marry your daughter.”

Her eyes narrowed, her expression no friendlier. “Jasna, is he the man you’ve been onion-eyed over these past weeks?”

“Mama—”

“Is he?” Mama’s violet eyes slid to Thorin. “Are you the man who has made my daughter moon about as if she’d lost a limb?”

Jasna bit down on her bottom lip, her heart hammering her ribs in apprehension of how Thorin would react to the accusations leveled at him. She glanced up at him to see his jaw set, his eyes cool.

But then, he sighed softly. “I am, Mrs. Stoneham. I made a terrible mistake where Miss Stoneham is concerned.”

“And yet, you are here. In her bedroom. With her.”

Thorin’s fingers tightened about Jasna’s. “I love your daughter It’s that simple.”

“Jasna,” Mama turned her stern glare to her, “will you have him?”

Jasna smiled, and nodded. “I will. I love him back, Mama.”

Mama bobbed her head slightly, but her expression didn't change. “Do you trust him? Do you trust him to not hurt you again? Will you be happy with him?”

“I do, yes. And yes, Mama. I will be very happy with him.”

Mama sighed. “Very well… I suppose it would be cruel of me to withhold my blessing on your union.” Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Thorin once more. “Although I know what you and my daughter were doing, so don’t think you’ve got one over on me.”

“Mama!” Jasna felt her face go hot. “Please!”

“I was young once, you know.” Mama sighed softly and then smiled. “And I remember how it felt to fall in love and of course I will give my blessing. But, tell me, Your Majesty, how will your people react to the news that their queen will be of Man?”

“I’m not entirely certain,” he said slowly. “But, I know they think the world of Jasna.”

As he said this, he turned to smile down at her and without thinking, she hugged his arm to her chest. Although it was wonderful to know the dwarves of Erebor thought so highly of her, all that mattered was Thorin loved her.

Everything else was just details.

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lunaastoir · 4 years ago

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fluff/relationships w the liyue crew

characters included: xiao, childe, beidou, and zhongli

ik i forgot ningguang i promise i’ll include her in part 2, i just didn’t have time :(

all x a gn! reader

my liyue babies :,) ft. ningguang in spirit

an: i was listening to my soft playlist (more like listening to cupid’s chokehold on repeat, no i am not basic 🔪) and i thought some fluff headcanons would be cute w these sweet people

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xiao

ok so no surprise that he hates liyue harbor

he hates anything w a lot of people in it so he prefers to stay at wangshu inn tyvm

but by contrast, you love liyue harbor sm (it’s gorgeous i mean c’mON)

you go there often to retrieve your commissions in order to stay closer to xiao (liyue harbor is closer than mondstadt he argues but you’re well aware that they’re both equally far away)

so if anyone asked, xiao would absolutely refuse to go to the harbor like i hate people??? why would you even ask???

but,,,he’s so sOFT for you

if you asked??? he would agree in a heartbeat

but since he’s >:( angsty boy, he makes you think that he won’t go even when he’s already decided that he’s coming w you

he puts up the “if you so require, then i guess i will assist you with your travels in liyue harbor” but in reality he would definitely have said yes even without the almond tofu

while he hates the harbor, he thinks that with you anything is bearable :,) simp

you take him to see xinyan to vibe w her music and you can tell he really enjoys it

even tho he’s like 🕴 the entire time, you see the softer look on his face and the very slight smile on his lips as he listens to the music and watches the crowd

so so so cute very soft for him

i do see him as a subtly touchy person in public like brushing the hair off your face, swiping his thumb across your cheek, or gently pulling your hair back when you have a plate of food in your hands

the type to link your pinkies together - he claims it’s so you don’t get lost but yk better

after the concert is done you take him to that one waypoint near mt. tianheng and the both of you just watch the city lights and the way they reflect beautifully on the water surrounding the harbor

personal headcanon that xiao absolutely loves stargazing since he believes the stars are the one true constant in his life especially since he’s experienced so much loss (basically they’ll never leave him god i hate myself why do i make everything SAD)

mini headcanon off of that - he doesn’t stargaze with people,,, like ever

it’s something he loves to do alone so the fact that he lets you stargaze w him and even allows you to shift your head onto his lap while you watch the sky is a huge deal

he loves it when you softly whisper abt how your day was or something you saw that made you laugh

he just loves hearing your voice, it automatically calms the voices in his head

you absolutely ADORE when he has flowers in his hair especially cecilias (cecillias? ceccillias? idfk) and you make a point whenever you go to mondstadt to pick a fresh batch of cecilias just for xiao while enlisting the help of your favorite bard

these soft moments on the mountain are usually when you’ll sweetly tuck in a flower or two in his hair while laughing

he’ll blush fiercely while looking away but will tuck the cecilias in securely as you’re unable to do so due to the position you’re in on his lap

all in all - this was not meant to come out as a date idea but we’re going w it

this is so cute xiao pls let me put flowers in your hair sweet boy <3

childe

god, loml, my favorite war criminal after eren yeager

there’s never a dull moment w this man - if you wanted peace and quiet, why the hell are you dating him bestie???

is the type of person to yell out “Y/N, i can’t believe i ran into you here!” if he sees you somewhere even tho you explicitly told him you were going to be here in the morning (ik you have a good memory ajax don’t lie to me 😐)

i don’t see him as being obnoxious w pda unlike someone else kaeya but he would definitely participate (think: handholding, cheek kisses, an arm around your shoulders)

loves it when he comes home and sees you in an apron cooking

domesticity just makes his heart melt so you can be sure that your face will be peppered w a lot of kisses afterwards <3

absolutely ADORES it when you trace his scars absentmindedly when you’re lying down or even when you’re having dinner in public

he’s been far from his family for so long that small acts of mindless affection like this really make his heart happy

you have him drunk on your love luv haha see what i did there

he will let you put makeup on him. no i do not take criticism ⛄️

he already has on lowkey thick eyeliner,,, don’t be shy put some more bestie

he will shamelessly go out in public w whatever you made him wear - doesn’t really give a shit even tho he has a reputation to maintain

speaking of reputation,,, yk his mask? yeah that one - the red hair accessory that he has on his head

well on the mask, he attached a little charm the both of you got together on your first date during lantern rite

it’s this adorable fox that we all shamelessly kill for meat and he placed it so it anchored to the side of his mask so when he fights it isn’t a nuisance or anything (does that make sense??? i hope it does)

his subordinates notice and while they’re stoic around childe, behind closed doors they do whisper abt the mysterious person who’s captured his heart

not so mysterious anymore when they literally see him cling onto you during his daily patrol around the harbor 💀

it’s ok tho he’s lucky he’s cute

bestie,,, pls give him a neck massage

i just KNOW he’s tense there idk something abt the way he carries himself just screams “my neck hurts so bad someone pls help me i would ask but my pride literally will not let me”

so give him a neck massage :) don’t worry tho he’ll definitely return the favor and then some

LOVES TICKLE FIGHTS

he’s obsessed w them,,, it’s just the faces you make??? he can’t get enough

he loves seeing the pure joy and the brief fear (he’s kind of a sadist) in your eyes before he attacks you w those damned hands

it reminds him a lot of simpler times w his siblings and he’s happy he brings you joy and makes you forget your worries - at least for a little while

all in all, he’s a good boy and no i will not tolerate childe slander 🔪 kaeya slander tho 😏

beidou

you pulled beidou??? wow everyone’s jealous (pulled as in literally from the banner and in this context but no i do not have beidou and no i definitely do not want to talk abt it)

god made beidou and zhongli just so all of us could have a sexuality crisis

anyways, being w her is hard i will not lie

not bc she isn’t a capable lover - no, quite the contrary

she’s an amazing partner but the problem here lies in the fact that she’s almost never on land

it’s hard working a long distance relationship but y’all love each other so it works out :,)

when she is physically present however, expect to never be bored

she’ll quietly fix the wrinkles on your shirt or fiddle with your fingers in her hands while she recounts her adventures out on sea

she sometimes gets worried she bores you, however the way your eyes light up every time she tells a tale always reassures her otherwise

definitely the type to let you use her claymore if you want to learn

she’ll provide useful tips as she tucks her hands into your sides gently, positioning you correctly so you don’t hurt yourself

miss girl is an AMAZING cook

i just know she cooks the best meals - i mean she’s friends w xiangling after all

whenever she comes home from a voyage she’ll always insist on making something for you even if she’s abt to pass out

pls tuck her into bed and promise her that she can make you something in the morning <3 the poor woman needs rest

brings you back trinkets but they’re actually very practical

she knows you won’t have much use for a simple charm (not that there’s anything wrong w that) but she believes you’ll like something practical more so she might get you a new engraved knife from the most recent place she’s been to

definitely the type to surprise you when she docks

i can imagine her anchoring her ship out a little ways from liyue harbor and rowing to the dock in order to make sure you aren’t alerted of her presence (i’m sorry the mental picture this made in my mind is SENDING ME INTO ORBIT but she means well i love you)

will take you to remote spots she’s found in her travels through liyue

for example - the little heart shaped island and the island quest (?) that you had to use kaeya the bridge maker for in order to get to im sorry i’ll stop w the kaeya slander

she’ll get you seashell bracelets or necklaces idk why but she gives me those vIBES

they’re super nice ones too, only the highest quality for you

yes she’s a bruh girl but i also see her as someone who would enjoy intimate moments like watching the sunset or something

“yo wanna catch the sunset, i heard it looks sick from the jade chamber” said before ahem it yk fell from the sky

kasdjksfashfjsahf yes ofc i would love to catch the sunset w you pls come home luv

anyways, she is a woman i would give the world for

zhongli

ok gimme a sec i need to get my gentleman mode on

this man,,, THIS MAN

everything w him is so soft like your entire eXISTENCE w him could go in a museum it’s that beautiful

in the morning when he visits you, he always brings you a cup of your favorite tea and a bouquet of glaze lilies he got from madame ping

holds the door for you, pushes the chair out for you, uses a napkin and brushes sauce off your lips when you’re eating - you name something sweet, he’s done it

secretly loves it when you fuss over him

he doesn’t like to fight but say he encountered a group of hillichurls he couldn’t avoid and promptly defeated them but ended up tearing a part of his tux(?) (is it a tux? i could not tell you)

not that big of a deal, i mean it’s a scratch, he’s a 6,000 year old god, he’s dealt w much worse

but seeing the worried crease in your brows as you usher him to sit at the table while quickly grabbing antiseptic to clean his wound

“it’s just a scratch, my dear. do not worry i’ve dealt with much worse.”

you quietly protest abt how “yes zhongli, i understand you’re an archon and have gotten worse injuries but i’m worried about infection just please let me take care of you ok? <3″

when you say that he feels weird emotions,,, wdym take care of him?

he’s always taken care of himself or been expected to take care of others as the former ruling deity of liyue so having someone else genuinely worry abt his wellbeing creates a warm feeling in his chest

he strikes me as the type to knit you something??? idk maybe it’s the grandpa vibes but i headcanon that he would knit you a scarf for the colder weather, it’s cute

in the privacy of your home, he really likes picking you up

he loves it when you wrap your legs around his middle while he gets up to go do the dishes or smthg

domesticity go brrrr

if you’re into making flower crowns, he would totally have you on his lap and wordlessly hand you a glaze lily whenever you expectantly hold your hand out while weaving the flowers together

he expects you to make the crown for yourself but when you place the crown on his head and it fits perfectly while simultaneously tucking a glaze lily behind your ear, he looks at you dumbstruck

his mouth parts open in awe and it’s quite literally the cutest thing

you’ve broken him

thinks it’s the sweetest thing - will keep it on his head for the whole day

he’ll even put it in water before he sleeps so it won’t wilt and he can wear it the next day <3

scenic picnics!! scenic picnics!!

the type to take you to the nicest spots in liyue to chat abt the history of the land w you over a cup of tea and your favorite food (whatever you like, he doesn’t mind)

recounts the people he’s met in his long life before finishing off by saying you’re by far the best person he’s met

zhongli strangles lovingly come home soon

thanks for reading! if you have any requests don’t hesitate to send them in <3

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Unnoticed (chapter one)

Summary: He had watch her grown up. He had seen her transform into a beautiful woman, with a strong will but insecurities. Despite being away from time to time, he had fallen for her, hard. She on the other hand, had seen him become a big, strong man. But deep down she knew he had a soft side. She had fallen, hard, for him too. Another thing they have in common? The believe that the other will never feel the same. Will their feelings for each other always stay unnoticed?

Captain Daniel Syverson x Kathy Davis (plus size/curvy/thick OFC)

Warnings: none. bad writing maybe. mention of beer?

Wordcount: 5.4k 👀

A/N: I tried something here so bear with me. Honestly curious of what y'all think.

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I was walking to my brother Tim’s house as the sun was settling down. He was throwing a barbeque for his best friend’s return, Captain Daniel – Dan – Syverson, or just Sy, as we usually called him. I smiled as I thought of him. I had known him for so long. He and my brother had been friends since I was born. So, I grew up with them, teasing me but when someone bullied me, they were there faster than the blink of an eye, ready to knock the bully down.

They always stood up for me, even though they knew I could take care of it myself. But they insisted. Every time. And that was nice, to know they would. To know I always had someone who would be there for me.

As we got older, our groups of friends intertwined, and we became one larger group of close friends. Me, Tim, Sy, Holly, Shane, Benjamin, and Brianna. We all lived in this town, went to the same high school. Some of us even went to college together. Now we were all working in this town as well, except for the captain. He was away from time to time. And I would never admit it, but I missed him so much while he was gone. My brother’s house came into my sight, and my heart skipped a beat. After all these months, I was finally seeing him again.

When I fell for him? I can’t even remember; it is like I have always been. However, I have always tried to hide it, so he doesn’t know. At least, that’s what I think. If he does, he’s being a good friend and doesn’t treat me any differently.

What our friendship is like? Teasing, and full of sarcastic comments. Unlike everyone else, he calls me Kat instead of Kathy. I’d never want to change that, so I will not ruin that by confessing my feelings. What’s the point? He does not and never will feel the same. Right?

I took a deep breath and opened the door of my brother’s house, hoping Sy would already be there. I walked through the hallway and living room until the garden came into my sight. Sy just disappeared into the shed, so I walked through the doors outside, and said hello to my brother.

“Hey sis,” he welcomed me and gave me a hug. “He’s already here you know. I’m sure he showed up early for you.”

“Oh, shut up! That’s not true, he is just happy to see his best friend again,” I laughed and slapped Tim on his arm.

“You might be able to fool him, but I can see the nerves in your eyes Kathy. Just admit you’re happy he’s back,” Tim teased. I wanted to smack him when we heard noises coming from the shed. Sy walked out carrying two lawn chairs.

Tim released me from his hug. “Go say hi to him,” he whispered. I took a step towards Sy, and felt my heartbeat increasing. He dropped the lawn chairs and proceeded to walk to me. Our steps became faster, and quickly he was close enough to wrap me in his arms. He lifted me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a little squeal. He smelled good, manly, but so good. His buzzcut was starting to grow out, and I couldn’t help myself but to stroke his head. He buried his face in my neck, and I giggled. He was home.

“You’re back,” I said softly, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy. Contain yourself, he doesn’t need to know you missed him that much.

“Otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here darlin’,” he answered, and I could see in his eyes that he was happy to be home again.

“Welcome home you big idiot,” I grinned, I loved teasing him.

After squeezing me tight one more time, he’d put me down again. Suddenly I realized the sounds that disappeared when my eyes met his for the first time in so long had come back. The sound of the flock of birds came back, just as the noises Tim was making while meddling with the barbeque.

“Oh, that’s how ya welcome me back home?” Sy said. I laughed and walked past him, while picking up one of the lawn chairs.

When he’d lifted me up, it was just me and him. He always does that when he comes back from a tour. I don’t even know how it started, but it had become a thing. He knows I like that, that I love that. He is the only one I trust enough for that, because I know he will never let me fall. I did fall though, but in a different way.

“I could also have started by saying you should trim your beard. It looks like shit right now,” I mocked, and walked past him. He’d placed his hand on his chest and pretended I had hurt him. His chest though, how on earth did he get even bigger? Quickly, I moved towards the sitting area, and placed the lawn chair down. He followed close behind, and when I looked around, I saw his eyes moving up. Was he looking at my bum? Why? I tried to not look puzzled, but I felt like I was failing hard.

“Ya know, being disrespectful in the army can get you in a lot of trouble,” he said and handed me a beer. His hand touched mine slightly, and I pulled my hand away quickly.

“Really? You’re going to punish me then?” I raised an eyebrow at him. You can punish me in a couple ways captain. No Kathy, he is your friend. He is just your friend.

“Who knows.” He cocked an eyebrow at me and finished his beer. I nearly chocked on mine, and thankfully Shane and Benjamin busted through the door and stepped outside onto the terrace, preventing the continuation of the conversation between me and Sy. They were cheering loudly, screaming Sy’s name, and hugging him. I chuckled and took a few more sips of my beer.

I watched as Shane and Benjamin tried to tackle Sy, they obviously failed. To be fair, Shane and Benjamin weren’t small guys either, but Sy was definitely bigger. I took a sip of my beer and watched as my brother joined them.

While watching the boys I noticed Sy’s physique, he looked even more broad than before. I had no idea that was possible. He currently had Shane in a headlock, flexing his bicep. I wanted to crawl under that arm myself, not in that headlock, but still. He could choke me though.

I was rudely awakened out of my daydreaming when Holly and Brianna suddenly stood next to me. The two girls tried to hug me at the same time, which failed due to their hight difference. Me and Brianna were both quite tall, while Holly was smaller.

“Kathy! Let me guess, the captain has already said hello to you?” Holly said and wiggled her eyebrows. Trying to hide the fact I had a thing for the captain from them was useless, these girls knew me better than I knew myself.

“Did he do that cute hug yet were he lifts you up?” Brianna added while hooking her arm through mine.

“Hello to you too, and yes he said hello to me, and yes he did that hug thing. Don’t make it look like it’s a big deal!” I said and took the last sip of my beer.

“No, did I miss it? That is my favourite part of Sy’s return!” Holly pouted. The brunette took the beer bottle out of my hand and placed it on the table. “Sy! Aren’t you going to say hello to us or what?” she shouted. The boys stopped talking and closed the gap between our groups.

“Hi girls.” Sy opened his arms for Holly and Brianna and gave them both a hug. The chatter immediately started, everyone asking Sy questions about how he was doing, and how happy he was to be back.

“Stop! Everyone, stop talking for a minute!” Brianna shouted. “Since Holly and I were a bit late, we missed the famous welcome back hug between Sy and Kathy.”

“I was there,” Tim laughed. “Maybe you should’ve known they would both be here early.”

“We were planning on being early, but sweet Holly over here was being incredible slow,” Brianna said and gave Holly a death glare which turned into a little smile.

“I think they should do it again,” Holly grinned. Oh no.

“I think they should too, apparently we all, except Tim, missed the highlight of Sy’s return. We should not be robbed of that moment,” Shane agreed, and a playful smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, come on guys!” I said. “The man has just gotten home! Give him a break.” If he lifts me up again, I might faint. This actually made them cheer even louder.

“C’mere darlin’. Let’s give the audience what they want.” He gave his beer to Benjamin and winked at me.

He caged me in his strong arms again, lifting me up, effortlessly. I threw my arms around his neck, and I heard everyone around us cheer. This was my happy place. I don’t know if it is the being lifted part, of just being held by his strong arms.

Far too soon for my liking, he had put me down on my feet again. His eyes locked with mine, and I nearly drowned. The blue in his eyes looked even brighter than ever before.

I was rudely pulled away by Shane, who cheered loudly while putting his arm around my shoulder. Everyone was laughing and cheering. Benjamin walked inside to grab the speaker, and a few seconds later music mixed with our noises in the garden.

“Hey guys, who wants to eat?” Tim shouted.

“Better give me a sausage, I’m in the mood for some meat,” Holly answered with a mischievous grin. I laughed at her; she was never afraid to speak her mind.

After we had finished eating, we all sat around the firepit. The sun was already gone, and the moon and stars shone above us. While we were eating Sy wanted to know what we had been up to. We were all doing great, we had jobs and nothing major had happened. Unlike last time, no pregnancy scare for Holly. Me and Brianna did start our own business, after our last employer went bankrupt. We were now the proud owners of our own interior design business.

After we were done telling Sy about the last months, Brianna had asked Sy about his. I saw the look in his eyes change, he looked down at the glass in his hand, and avoided the question. I knew he didn’t want to talk about it. Thankfully, Benjamin understood it as well.

“Sy, a toast to you!” Benjamin said, and raised his glass. “Welcome home man.” We all raised our glasses as well.

“Thank ya Ben, it’s good to be back. And I’d like to thank y’all for writing me those letters. They mean a lot to me,” Sy said. I thought about the letters I’d send him. There were many, so many. A few years ago, I had no idea what to write, but eventually I figured I would write what I wish I could tell him. I wished I could talk to him about my day, about things that bothered me, about things that made me happy.

Quickly I learned he liked it. When he got home the first time I did that, he had thanked me in private. He had told me it helped him get through tough days, that it made him feel like he was home. In that moment, I was so close of telling him how I felt. Yet I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk losing him as a friend.

He did write me back, but his letters weren’t as long as mine. They were usually a paragraph or two. He wasn’t that much of a talker, I knew that, but it didn’t stop me from teasing him.

“Well, next time you could try and write longer ones back you know,” I began. “I have put so much effort into my pages long letters, and all I get back is a paragraph from you just thanking me.” I attempted to pout but started laughing. “Nah, just kidding. We know it means a lot, so we’re happy to write them.”

I smiled at him. The letters kept him sane, and I was happy to send them. Just like the others. I looked at Sy, he sat opposite of me, and I wished he’d sat beside me. His body radiated a warmth that was always welcome, even if he just sat a meter away from me. But from this distance, I could not feel it.

“Don’t be funny darlin’. Might not answer yours next time,” he joked and pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Like you would ignore her Sy,” Shane mocked. Wait, what? What is that supposed to mean. Everybody started laughing, while I was starting to freak out. I had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but the conversation around me continued, and the moment to ask a question about it was gone. My mind was going crazy, and I pretended to listen to the conversation, but I didn’t hear a thing. I know he wouldn’t ignore me, but why did Shane say it like that? And why did Sy suddenly look so awkward?

The fire slowly went out, and that was our cue to head home. We all stood up, and helped Tim clean the mess we made.

“Guys, why don’t you all just go home. I’ll help Tim clean up the rest!” Brianna suggested. I knew she had a thing for my brother, and this was her way of getting close to him. Of being alone with him.

Everyone laughed but agreed. A very nice thing of living close to each other, was that we were all able to walk home. Holly, Shane, and Benjamin walked home together, and Sy suggested he’d walk with me, since we both had to go in a different direction than the others. I walked inside to grab my cardigan, while Sy lifted two lawn chairs back to the shed. When we were out of reach, the others started talking.

“Are they seriously never going to notice they like each other? Or is it just obvious to me?” Shane said.

“Oh dear, it is painfully obvious,” Brianna added.

“I think we need to help them a little. They need a little push,” Holly suggested. They all agreed, but they couldn’t continue discussing their little plan because Sy and I appeared again. Completely unaware of the conversation that just happened.

We said goodbye to Tim and Brianna, and walked home. Holly, Shane, and Benjamin took a left, and Sy and I took a right. It was just us, walking next to each other. It felt nice to be in his presence again, and because I was so close to him, I could finally feel his warmth again. We spend the way walking to my home talking, he wanted to know everything about the business I started with Brianna and how my family was.

Far too soon, we reached my home. We stopped in front of the house, a small 2-bedroom home. But it was nice, and cosy. I liked it there, but I was ready for the next step. To settle down with someone. With him, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen.

We faced each other, and fell silent. I looked at him, the moonlight highlighted his face, and I spotted some new scars. I wanted to trace them with my fingers, but I restrained myself.

“Alright, well, it is so nice to have you back Sy,” I said.

“It is nice to be back here,” he smiled. We fell silent again, and I smiled back at him.

“I should go inside,” I spoke softly, and opened my arms to hug him.

He hummed and wrapped his arms around me. He squeezed me tightly, and I nuzzled my face in his neck. He smelled so good; I loved his cologne. We broke up the hug, but he kept me close and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek. My heart was beating fast, and my breathing started to get heavier.

“Goodnight darlin’,” he said and winked, or at least he tried to.

“Goodnight captain,” I answered, and gave him a smile. He laughed, and started to walk away backwards, and watched me until I was inside. I waved at him before I closed the door and saw how he waved back and turned around to walk home.

I leant with my back to the front door and sighed. Will he for always not notice my feelings for him?

I watched Tim as he prepared the barbeque. The soft rays of sunlight spreading through the garden. The sunlight reminded me of her, Kathy, or Kat as I liked to call her. Especially the last time I saw her before my deployment. The sun shone on her face, and lit up her hair, making her look like a goddess. I almost broke my promise to myself and told her how I felt. I could never tell her; I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.

The teasing, the banter, the sarcastic comments. Even though I pretended she annoyed me sometimes, I missed her and our dynamic the most while I was away. She kept me sharp, a goal to come back to. Thanks to her I got through those months. Especially her letters. Those long letters.

She was actually the reason I had shown up early at Tim’s house. I was hoping she would be here early too, so we’d have a little moment of privacy. Well, Tim was there, but he knew how I felt. He had known for a long time. I had always seen Kat as Tim’s little sister, but the moment she started to become a woman, that changed. I had always fancied her presence, her humour and we got along very well. But ever since she had grown into a beautiful woman, it had been different. I wanted more, but I knew that would never happen. Nevertheless, I settled for being her friend because I could not bear not having her in my life.

I grabbed a beer and opened it, quickly taking a few sips. Too caught up in my own thoughts, I nearly missed Tim asking me to grab a few more lawn chairs from the shed at the end of the garden. I set my beer down of the table, nodded at him and walked to the shed.

The shed was dark, but I spotted the lawn chairs without any problems. Those nights in the dark desert had increased my night vision. I was about to step outside when I heard it. A laugh, but not just a laugh. Her laugh. It was like music to my ears. She was here, finally. Kat.

Hastily, I stepped outside, and my gaze immediately fell on her. She hugged her brother as they laughed. When Tim let her out of his embrace, her eyes locked with mine. Completely forgotten about the lawn chairs, I dropped them and started to walk towards her. Her feet moved as well, making their way to me, speeding up a little.

Before I knew it, she was in arms reach, and I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squealed. One of her hands stroked my hair that was starting to grow out, and she nuzzled her face in my neck while I smelled the rose scent of her hair. Even though she might not be the smallest, I could lift her up effortlessly and I loved reminding her of that. I could think of another few ways of throwing you around darlin’.

“You’re back,” she said softly.

“Otherwise I wouldn’t be standing here darlin’,” I smiled. She removed her face from my neck and looked at me. She looked even prettier than I remember. I had no idea that was even possible. Don’t get mushy man, damn.

“Welcome home you big idiot,” she grinned at me, and I put her back down on her feet. Uh, not even back for a minute and she’s already teasing me.

“Oh, that’s how ya welcome me back home?” She walked past me and started laughing. She picked up one of the lawn chairs.

“I could also have started by saying you should trim your beard. It looks like shit right now,” she mocked as she walked past me. I placed my hand on my heart, pretending she’d hurt me.

Shaking my head, I picked up the other lawn chair and followed close behind her. She looked good, really good. The jeans she wore hugged her in all the right places. She placed the lawn chair down and looked at me. My eyes immediately left her behind, and I placed the lawn chair I was carrying down as well. She better not be standing with her ass towards me again, or I will smack it.

“Ya know, being disrespectful in the army can get ya in a lot of trouble,” I said and grabbed a beer for her. I handed it to her, our hands lightly touching. Quickly, I grabbed my own beer from the table.

“Really? You’re going to punish me then?” The sunlight caught her face, making her look like an angel. She tried not so smile, but the glistering in her eyes gave her away.

“Who knows.” I chugged the rest of my beer and cocked my eyebrow. I know a few ways I’d like to punish ya darlin’.

Before our conversation could continue, the door to the terrace busted open, and Shane and Benjamin stepped outside. Cheering loudly, chanting my name. They walked over to me and threw their arms around me. They tried to tackle me, but even though they were strong, I was the strongest one of the group. Tim joined us, and they let me go so we could talk.

“Welcome back man,” Benjamin said and slapped me on my back. “We missed ya.”

“I understand, my presence is gift. Y’all should be glad I’m back,” I declared.

“Whatever Sy. Don’t get too cocky,” Tim said, he stood beside me and lifted his arm to smack me on the back of my head. I simply shot him a look, and his arm fell down next to his body again. I chuckled, and from the corner of my eye I saw Holly and Brianna had also arrived. I liked the girls, they were nice and sweet, but most of all good friends.

“Sy! Aren’t you going to say hello to us or what?” Holly shouted. I walked over to them, the other men following close behind.

“Hi girls,” I said and opened my arms for them. I gave them a hug, and everyone started asking me questions. I tried to answer them, when suddenly Brianna yelled.

“Stop! Everyone, stop talking for a minute!” she shouted. “Since Holly and I were a bit late, we missed the famous welcome back hug between Sy and Kathy.” Might have been a reason I was here early.

“I was there,” Tim laughed. “Maybe you should’ve known they would both be here early.”

“We were planning on being early, but sweet Holly over here was being incredible slow,” Brianna said, and I noticed how she looked at Holly like she would kill her. Soon the look turned into a smile nonetheless. Thank you, Holly.

“I think they should do it again,” Holly grinned. I had to try not to grin too much. Being close to her, felt so good. I would love nothing more than to hug her more often, or to cuddle up on the couch together. The chances of that happening, were very slim, and my heart sunk a little in my chest.

“I think they should too, apparently we all, except Tim, missed the highlight of Sy’s return. We should not be robbed of that moment,” Shane agreed, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Oh, come on guys!” Kat said. “The man has just gotten home! Give him a break.” Her comment made them cheer even louder. Doesn’t she want me to hug her again? Well, that’s not my problem ‘cause I’d hug her anytime if it were up to me.

“C’mere darlin’. Let’s give the audience what they want.” I closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around her. I could smell her perfume, and I didn’t know what kind of scent it was, it just smelled like her. It smelled like home.

Every time I hugged her, there was just one thing I was afraid of. That I would not let her go again, because that’s where she belonged. She belonged in my arms, and I wished she would realize that one day. But I had to let her go again. Shane immediately wrapped an arm around her, while everyone cheered. Soon I noticed someone had put on some music.

“Hey guys, who wants to eat?” Tim shouted. I’m starving but not for that kind of meat.

“Better give me a sausage, I’m in the mood for some meat,” Holly answered with a mischievous grin. She was a sweet girl, always joking around, but don’t you dare mess with her. Don’t you dare mess with Brianna or Kat either, they will make you regret it. I liked that about them, that they were strong women.

An hour later we had finished eating, and we sat around the firepit in Tim’s garden. The sun long gone, the moon and stars providing us some light. The last hour I had mostly asked them how they’ve been, and it did me good to hear everything was going well. Tim’s construction company, where Shane and Benjamin also worked, was doing great. They were happy I would soon be joining them again. Holly’s clothing store has made a big profit in the last month.

I was happy to hear that Kat and Brianna started their own interior design business after the company they worked for went bankrupt. Kat’s eyes lit up when she spoke about it, and I loved seeing her with this passion.

After they were done talking about what they’ve been up to, it was my turn. I told them quickly a few things I could tell them. That I wanted to tell them. Thankfully, none of them asked anymore questions. They knew I preferred to not talk about it.

“Sy, a toast to you!” Benjamin said, and raised his glass. “Welcome home man.” Me and everyone else raised their glasses as well.

“Thanks Ben, it’s good to be back. And I’d like to thank y’all for writing me those letters. They mean a lot to me,” I said. It was true, getting letters while being far away from home, is the best feeling ever. Especially her letters, she had written me long letters, talking about the little things in life. She’d wrote about the weather or an awful client at work. She would just write about her day-to-day life, like she would if I were there. I had kept every single one of her letters, safely stored away in a box that was now underneath my bed.

“Well, next time you could try and write longer ones back you know,” Kat spoke. “I have put so much effort into my pages long letters, and all I get back is a paragraph from you just thanking me.” She pouted, and looked incredible cute, but started laughing. “Nah, just kidding. We know it means a lot, so we’re happy to write them.” She gave me a smile, and I wished she sat closer to me. Instead, she sat across the firepit from me.

“Don’t be funny darlin’. Might not answer yours next time,” I joked.

“Like you would ignore her Sy,” Shane mocked. Shut up Shane. Everyone but her started laughing. Oh no, what is she thinking? Kat looked confused, and I knew she wanted Shane’s comment to be explained. Thankfully, Holly started telling a story about a client in her store, so the moment to address the comment was over. Thank god.

Soon, the fire went out and that was the universal sign for us to go home. We stood up, and started helping Tim clean the plates, cups, and cutlery. I looked at Kat, I liked watching her move. The way her hips swayed when she walked, was one of my favourite parts about her.

“Guys, why don’t you all just go home. I’ll help Tim clean up the rest!” Brianna suggested. I chuckled. Smooth Brianna. I had known for a while she had a thing for Tim, and I knew he felt the same. We all laughed and agreed with her plan. Holly, Shane, and Benjamin walked home together since they lived close to each other. Kat and I had to go the other way.

“I’ll walk you home darlin’,” I said to Kat, and she nodded in response.

“I’m going to grab my cardigan from inside, and then I’m ready to go,” she added, and quickly walked inside. I noticed the lawn chairs still had to be carried back to the shed, so I lifted two up and walked to the end of the garden. I heard the others talk behind me, almost whispering, but I didn’t pay any attention to it.

When I came back, the conversation between them stopped immediately. What were they talking about?

We said goodbye to each other, leaving Tim and Brianna behind. Holly, Shane, and Benjamin went to the left, while me and Kat started walking to the right. It was nice, to be alone with her. Calmness washed over me, while at the same time a fire inside me burned.

During our little walk, we talked. I wanted to know everything about her business, and she happily answered my questions. I watched her from the corner of my eye, when she talked, she uses her hands to gesture around, and it was an adorable sight.

Way too soon we reached her house. We stopped in front of it, and we fell silent. The moon provided a little light, bringing out the beautiful features of her face. I wanted to cup her cheeks and kiss her. Sy, dude, get yourself together. She is a friend. A. friend. You don’t kiss friends like that. Right?

“Alright, well, it is so nice to have you back Sy,” Kat said.

“It is nice to be back here,” I smiled. We fell silent again.

“I should go inside,” she spoke softly, and opened her arms for a hug. I could also go inside with you.

I let out a hum and wrapped my arms around her thick waist. I squeezed her tight, and she nuzzled her face in my neck. I loved it that she wasn’t fragile, and that I could just hug her like I wanted to.

We broke up the hug. I did not let her go yet, I wanted to kiss those soft lips so bad, but I settled for kissing her cheek instead. I hoped she did not hear my heart beating fast, or my sinful thoughts. She let out a little whimper, and I knew I had to let her go before I would drag her into her bedroom.

“Goodnight darlin’,” I said and winked. Shit, forgot I can’t wink.

“Goodnight captain,” she said and laughed at my attempt to wink. I shook my head and took a few steps backwards. I watched her go inside and waved before she closed the door.

I turned around and starting walking to my parents’ house. A few years ago, we had built a cabin at the end of our property. While I was serving, I lived there at the times I was back home. I was now back for good, but I still had to tell Kat, and my friends. It was time to come home, I was ready. I was ready to settle down. With her preferably, but I knew that would never happen.

I sighed, and dropped my head. Why won’t she notice me the way I notice her?

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> chapter two

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zoeygraygubler · 3 years ago

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can you do a jimmy darling nsfw alphabet? thank youuu <3

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Jimmy isn’t the absolute best with aftercare, but he’s decent. He really likes to rub lotion on your thighs and tell you how good you did for him. Sometimes, he’ll even get you some water but that’s on a good day.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

Jimmy’s favorite part of his body is definitely his face. He’s always been ashamed and embarrassed because of his hands and he thinks his face makes up for the horribleness of them. Of course, you tell him how much you love his hands and how beautiful you think they are but he’s never really had anyone to say that to him, it’s all so new.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Jimmy absolutely LOVES cum. Yours, his, it doesn’t matter. He loves cumming inside of you but he loves pulling out and cumming on your back even more. He loves cumming on your tits too. Seeing it drip down to your nipples right before you swipe some up with your finger and put it in your mouth. I wouldn’t swallow it though, his diet isn’t that good. Jimmy loves making you cum, loves the feeling of you shaking from his mouth and skilled fingers.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jimmy secretly has a thing for feet. You can’t tell me otherwise. He wants you to tease him sitting across from each other, wanting you to rub your foot up and down his thighs while everyone else is around and unsuspecting. The thought gives him chills.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Jimmy is more experienced than anyone would have thought, more than you for sure. Since Jimmy technically is a ‘sex worker’ he’s had his fair share of pleasing women but it’s never been all the way. Really, he’s only experienced with his hands.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Jimmy’s favorite position is definitely you riding him while he’s sitting up. He’s deep in you AND he gets to see your face, it’s a win-win situation. He likes being able to hold your waist and just pounding into you until your throat hurts from screaming his name.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Jimmy is pretty goofy during sex. That being said, he can have serious sex. Most often though, he can’t stay serious and can’t help himself from cracking a few jokes.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

If I’m being honest, there is no way Jimmy cuts his hair. Sure yeah, he’ll clean it thoroughly but he has never seen the need or appeal of shaving or trimming it. He’s never been insecure about it and it hasn’t bothered you. Sure you can get a hair in your mouth here and there but it adds character.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Even though Jimmy is pretty goofy, he is very intimate. He likes taking the time to make you feel good. He likes to set up dates wherever he can, to tell and SHOW you just how much you really mean to him.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Jimmy doesn’t jack off as much as he would if he were single, but he still does it occasionally. He’ll do it if you’re ever away or just not around. He likes to imagine his hand is yours, and his head between your thighs. The thought of tasting you makes his mouth water and always helps get him off quicker.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jimmy doesn’t have as many kinks as one might think, but a big one is defiantly choking Just the trust and love that’s put into it makes him love it even more. The feeling of his hand wrapped around your throat makes him crazy, but he’d never do it to intentionally hurt you in any way.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Jimmy’s favorite place to do it is in the comfort of your shared caravan trailer. Sure he likes risk, but he’d much rather do it in the safety of his own home. That way he can worship you in the way you should be.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

It really turns on Jimmy to see you in heels and skirts. He’s pretty old-fashioned in that way. It doesn’t matter how big or small you are, if you’re wearing heels, he’s turned on.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Jimmy would never degrade you. He loves praise but degrading off the table. He knows it wouldn’t be real, but he just can’t talk to you in ways people have REALLY talked to him. In ways that people have made him feel worthless.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Jimmy loves both but prefers receiving. The feeling of your lips wrapped around his cock puts butterflies in his stomach. Despite this, he is very skilled at giving and you definitely think he should do it more often.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Jimmy is rough but slow. He pounds into you at a slower pace, making sure you can feel all of him. The whimpers that come from your lips just egg him on.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Jimmy is super into quickies. He likes them before shows for good luck, in the morning before breakfast, and even in the shower. He doesn’t necessarily prefer them to normal sex, but he isn’t opposed to them like others.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

As I said before, Jimmy likes risk but doesn’t go out of his way to be risky. He does though, like to experiment and has a very open mind about things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Jimmy can’t last too long, but he makes up for it. He can cum 3 or 4 times before he’s high and dry. Even just hearing your voice can turn him on and that’s the excuse he gives when he cums really early.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Jimmy despises toys. Why use one when he can just make you cum himself. He likes to make it a competition to see how fast he can make you cum just using his tongue.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Jimmy likes to tease you. He loves to see how much of an effect he really has on you. He likes to trail his fingers in between your folds, spreading your wetness around before bringing them to his lips, spreading it around like lipstick, kissing yourself so you can’t help but taste yourself on his lips. It makes you go crazy.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jimmy is louder than he’d like to admit. It’s mostly grunts and whimpers coming from his lips, but it can get louder depending on how rough you guys are going.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jimmy loves your chest. He doesn’t care how big or small it is, he loves it. Seeing your cleavage gets him instantly hard but he doesn’t care. He likes to worship you like the goddess you are and you absolutely love it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Jimmy is pretty average, not too big or too small. He definitely knows how to use it as well. He’s good at using it and he knows it. His dick may only be 6 inches, but he somehow makes it feel longer than that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Jimmy is always horny. Always. But he likes the feeling, he likes chasing you and playing these little cat and mouse games all day. Like seeing who can go all day without touching the other person. It makes him lose his mind but he loves it,

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Jimmy usually likes to make sure you’re good and situated before he falls asleep, but he isn’t always as tired right after an orgasm.

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