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"My Girl" - Robb Stark x Forest Fairy!Reader Drabble

A/N: This goes out to my girl, @dipperscavern! She needed a pick-me-up after the Tumblr app decided to be a bitch and delete her draft!!! But she still pressed on and wrote an incredible Robb Stark smut drabble! Pls go check it out!

"Please, Jon," Robb pleaded. "Just for today, and I'll make it up to you."

"Your mother will kill me if she finds out," Jon groaned. Normally, he'd be more than happy to cover for his brother, but what he was asking for was too much - even for him. "She hates me enough as it is."

"She doesn't hate you," Robb winced at the lie, but he was desperate. "Please, I have to see her."

"Why can't you see her tomorrow?" asked his half-brother. "The hunt is tomorrow anyway, you can just sneak away to see her then."

Robb shook his head. "You know how she feels about hunts. The moment the horn blows, she'll scatter far away, and I won't be able to see her for a week! A week - that's too long!"

Jon stared at his brother in complete disbelief at his dramatics. It was hard to believe that the first son of Ned Stark, Warden of the North, would be so far gone for a girl who lived so deep in the forest. A girl who lived a life completely shrouded herself in the mysterious beauty of the ancient woods.

A girl whose allure and grace were of a being so ethereal, she shouldn't exist.

Jon sighed. "Fine, I'll watch over Bran and Rickon by myself today - but if Father asks me, I'm telling him you skipped on your own!"

His brother whispered his shouts to avoid attracting attention from the rest of the keep, but Robb was already on his horse and raced out of the gates before he finished. He couldn't want to see you - his girl, his fairy, his mythic love.

Robb soon reached a part of the forest known to only very few in the North - his father included. The Starks were not only the Wardens of the North but the keeper of its ancient secrets.

Once he rode past the invisible barrier - accessible by those that carry the blood of House Stark - the wintery abode filled with white snow and blue ice melted away to a world of iridescent green trees and a kaleidoscope of colors eternally blooming. He finally saw the red leaves of the ancient weirwood tree whose twin linked your worlds together. Under the magnificent branches, he felt an explosion of love burst inside him at the sight of you.

You - his one and only love - sitting on the gnarled and overgrown roots of your tree. Your feet were bare as you only wore simple white linen dress that hugged your curves beautifully. He saw the flowers and small buds braided into your dark, wavy, umber-brown tresses.

"Fairy!"

Robb called out the nickname he had given you since he first met you in these woods as a child. He felt life flow inside him as he watched you turn around and saw the bright smile spread across your face. As soon as he was close enough, he slowed his steed to stop before jumping off and racing to the ancient tree where you and him would rendezvous in secret.

"Robb!" you called out. You waved in excitement before lightly jogging forward to meet him halfway.

Robb immediately took you in his arms and held you in a tight embrace. He pressed his nose into your locks and breathed in the lavender and wild grass notes. He felt time slow down until it seemed like the whole world stopped. Robb knew such a thing was impossible, but he thought many things were impossible before meeting you.

You slightly nudged him away until his face slightly hovered above yours. On your tiptoes, until they dug into the soft dirt beneath you, you firmly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck. Your mortal lover gladly reciprocated and tightened his arms around your waist until your chests were firmly pressed against each other.

When you finally parted for air, Robb lovingly stared at how beautifully flushed your cheeks became. He watched in a lust-ridden gaze at how your fingers swiftly undid the ties in front of your dress. He felt his breath stop as the garment pooled at your feet. Your body was completely bare and unclothed, and your skin was unmarred and looked silky-soft. You took his hand and held it at your breast - he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

He wondered if you even knew how much of his breath you took away.

"I want to feel you, my love," you whispered. "Just us, under our tree, where only the witnesses of our love are our gods."

Robb choked back a groan. If he felt his cock growing hard at the sight of your skin, your words made his cock weep for your wet walls.

Gods, he loved you so much - how could he refuse?

Hurriedly, he took off his cloak and laid it down on the ground before removing his clothes with your help; Robb was just as bare and naked as you were. You gasped at the sight of him.

How could one man be so beautiful? How did such beauty become possible? How blessed were you to receive his love?

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. His tongue swiped your bottom lip, and your lips parted to grant his access to fully devour you. When it felt like you would collapse from the lack of air, his lips trailed down your neck. You heard him murmur against your skin.

"I love you."

He repeated it over and over again, and your breathing became heavier as he continued to trail down. On the tops of your breasts, he deeply breathed the addictive perfume of your skin and began to lay kisses within the valley. His gentle hands roamed and caressed your skin with so much tenderness as his fingers reached that soaked spot between your plush thighs. He slowly slid his fingers inside you, and he growled at how much your slick arousal coated his calloused fingers.

You, on the other hand, felt completely lost in the sea of pleasure Robb was drowning you in. He was gentle. He always was with you, but today...it felt like he was the one who would completely fall apart without you.

Despite you were in full knowledge that it was truly the opposite.

Because for all of his Northern roughness, he was a man who loved with all his heart. He was utterly loyal to those he loved and cherished—a sentiment he shared especially with you, and you could not have been more grateful.

"I want to be here with you," he softly mumbled. "I could never want for anything else if I lived the rest of my life here, with you and our children. You, my pretty fairy, as the mother of my children, and me, your loyal wolf, forever protecting you."

He felt your core clench at his words as hot pleasure shot up your spine. It was a dream the two of you often shared - a life without obligations or duty, no fussy mothers or pushy fathers to stand in your way, and no empty and bleak futures looming over you. A life where it was just the two of you, riding through your forest with your horses, the woods filled with the laughter of your children. And when the day ended, the night would be filled with endless pleasure as your thoughts would only be full of him and his full of you.

You tenderly stroked the curls from his face as you felt the dam holding your pleasure slowly breaking.

Your chest was heaving. "It will, my sweet wolf," you promised. "Ours is a love no one can take away—the gods have shown it to me. After all, our gods are the ones who brought us together in the first place."

It was not long until you completely fell apart and gushed over his fingers. Your back arched as you coated your inner thighs and his fingers with your slick. Robb huskily chuckled as he pressed kisses down your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Your fingers intertwine with his lovely, auburn curls in an attempt to anchor yourself to this material plane.

"Lie down," he softly ordered. "I won't take you against the harsh bark of a tree."

"Oh, but on your cloak in the dirt is an acceptable alternative?" you teased despite lowering against the soft, dark furs of your lover's fine cloak.

He smirks at your mirth as he crawls toward you. His perfect form hovering over you as if you were prey and he was about to devour you whole.

"Of course," he confirmed. "After all, I plan to take you on it until the only word you know how to say is my name, and the furs soak up all of your cum until it's all I can smell on it until the end of time."

Biting your bottom lip in anticipation, you could hardly wait for him to make good on his promise.

Robb aligns his cock at your entrance, its head red and its tip leaking with precum, as he slowly pushes inside you as wraps his hand in yours. He was only halfway inside you before he fully pushed himself in and completely bottomed out.

You cried as white, hot pleasure shot up your spine and flooded every nerve in your body. You felt so full and could hardly wrap your head around the fact that you and Robb's bodies were joined together as one.

"Fuckin'- fuck," he gasps out. "How is it you're so tight every time I take you?"

"Because I'm yours, Robb," you answered breathlessly. "My body was made for you as yours was made for me. Such pleasures could only exist between us - us and no one else."

Feeling the pool of pleasure in his stomach overflowing at your words, Robb begins to slowly thrust - in and out - until he reaches a steady rhythm that makes you senselessly babble as you feel your body becoming dull to everything but Robb. You felt every slow drag of his hips, every lingering trail of his touch, every hot breath on your skin, and you wondered how one man could make you feel so good.

He hits that spot inside you—the one that makes you see stars that only he could reach. Your eyes roll back, and you beg him to kiss you. A wish he complies without question—because what is his purpose if not to grant your every wish in his power?

It isn't long until he feels your walls clenching around his cock, and he can feel his control quickly slipping.

"Fairy, my fairy," he pleads against your lips. "'m close, 'm cumming."

"In-inside, my love," you beg. "I want you to spill your seed inside me. Let it take root in my womb, and our child grow."

Your grip on his hand tightens as your love's thrusts become quicker and sloppy, and he hits that spot inside you even more harshly and roughly. You scream as your walls clamp down on his member as your arousal spills out and coats his cock. He quickly follows after you, pushing himself as deep as he can to fill your womb with his seed as a groan resonates deep within his chest.

Despite the exhaustion flooding his muscles, Robb does not collapse atop you or pull out. Instead, he presses a soft kiss on your sweaty temple and lies by your side. He holds you close and breathily chuckles at how close to sleep you look in his arms. He places a small peck on your nose and smiles at how it scrunches so adorably.

"Rest now, my love. I'll be here when you wake."

You let out a loud yawn. "Good...believe it or not, this isn't what I had planned for us."

"Oh? And what were we supposed to do before you...distracted me?"

Robb raises his brow before smirking at the memory of how you initiated seducing him. You swatted his arm.

"My mare successfully gave birth to a foal. He's so beautiful - a red and white coat. I already love him."

"Have you named him?"

"Yes, Kodak."

Robb wanted to ask why you decided to name him that of all things, but you were burrowed in his chest - already in a deep sleep. With a content smile, he followed suit and met you in a dream. A beautiful dream where it was just you, him, your children, and 'Kodak.' All of you laughing and smiling in your beloved woods.

Underneath the weirwood tree, you and he met all those years ago - when you were still a sprite, and he was still a boy. Underneath the weirwood where Robb saw you for the first time, and he swore to the Old Gods and New that he would love only you for the rest of his life.

A promise he swore then, a promise he still keeps, and a promise that remains true until his last breath.

@dipperscavern, if you've died from an overload of fluff and love delulu fantasies...then I've done my job

#robb stark x reader #robb stark smut #robb stark imagine #game of thrones x reader #game of thrones imagines #game of thrones #robb stark #forest fairy #asoiaf x reader #asoiaf

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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I have another request! Your writing is just amazing.

Would love an Az x reader where she knows they are mates but doesn’t tell him because she can’t have kids and she thinks he will reject it if he finds out. So she starts pulling away or gets upset or something and then the bond snaps for him and he is confused as to why she doesn’t want it.

She finally tells him and thinks he will reject her because of it but it goes from angst to fluff and he’s all cute and says she is all he wants and he doesn’t care. Happy ending

thank you so much lovely! I love your requests, I think they're perfect for Az

All I've Ever Needed

Azriel x Reader

Leaned over the balcony, you swirled the champagne in your glass as the stars began to shoot across the sky, bathing Velaris in ethereal light. The quiet scuff of boots sounded next to you, a smile gracing your lips as you thought about the only person who would wear boots to Starfall.

Glancing up, you were met with hazel eyes, golden in this light as they focused on you. “You’re missing the show,” you nodded to the skyline in front of you.

“Am I?” Azriel murmured, so quiet you hardly heard him. Still, his gaze turned towards the sky, a comfortable silence wrapping around the pair of you like a warm blanket on this cold early Spring evening.

Azriel turned back towards you, inhaling deeply as he opened his mouth to speak when a rogue spirit soared towards him, glowing pale green light splattering throughout his onyx hair. Your laugh echoed loudly through the open night air, bringing a rare, broad smile to Azriel’s lips. His face lit up brighter than the stars that glowed like a halo around him, and the snap in your chest as the universe pulled you towards him was undeniable.

Breathless, you clutched your chest as emotions swirled within you. Mate, my mate, your heart chanted, as Azriel’s hand began to reach for yours. A high-pitched giggle sounded from below, interrupting the moment as little Nyx ran towards you.

“Uncle Azzy!” the toddler squealed in delight, laughter ringing through the air as Azriel lifted his nephew into his broad arms. “You have stars in your hair,” the small boy noted, chubby fingers reaching to tug on Azriel’s wavy tresses.

Azriel shook his head, Nyx laughing as stardust sprinkled all around the both of them. “There, now you have stars too,” Az murmured, setting Nyx back down for the child to run into Feyre’s arms.

“Happy Starfall,” she greeted you with a kiss to your cheek before turning to Azriel, a soft laugh leaving the High Lady as Nyx eagerly reached back for Azriel once more. “You are so good with him,” Feyre noted to Az, grinning at the shadowsinger’s blush from her compliment. “I can’t wait to see you with children of your own one day.”

The perfect bubble of this evening burst. Heart dropping, the skies of Velaris now a shattered snow globe as you registered Feyre’s words. Neither she or Azriel knew what you’d learned long ago from Madja, that you would never be able to bear children.

And now, as you watched Azriel’s blush deepen, your mate smiling while he played with his nephew, you realized how cruel the Cauldron must be for your mate to be someone you could never satisfy. Setting down your flute of champagne, you excused yourself as you abandoned not only the party, but any chance you’d hoped for with Azriel.

Months passed as you ignored the shadowsinger, ignored the way your heart called to him, how much you missed his kindness and friendship. Being the understanding person that he was, Azriel didn’t push you, didn’t try to force you when he noticed you distancing yourself. It somehow hurt more, knowing that the person who understood you most was still there, giving you the space you needed despite how much you wanted to run into his arms. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him, tell him how much you loved him, trap him by telling that you were his mate when you could never give him the children he evidently wanted.

Walking down the streets of the Rainbow, Mor pressured you about Azriel’s birthday. “I know you two aren’t as close, and I won’t push about it, but you are going to his birthday tonight aren’t you?”

You sighed, running a hand over your face as you deliberated the question you’d been asking yourself for the past several weeks. “Of course I’ll go, Mor. We are still friends,” you promised, knowing that as much as you might dread this evening, missing Azriel’s birthday would cause too many issues among your family.

Mor left you alone, headed to meet Feyre at the art studio. You walked down the street, looking in the windows of art galleries and clothiers when something pulled you towards a small jewelry shop. You heart fluttered in your chest when you noticed the silver ring in the window, a small cobalt blue gem in the center.

You opened the door without thinking, your feet guiding you to where the jewelry sat in its display. The shopkeeper approached you, her kind green eyes twinkling as she looked between you and the ring.

“That is a beautiful piece. I’ve seen several males pass by admiring it. And we can do same-day engraving,” she spoke, her velvet voice thinly veiling her eagerness to make the sale.

As the idea came to you, you flashed her a smile. “I’ll take it.”

Hands shaking with nerves, you shyly maneuvered through the doorway to the River House, gift in hand as you made your way to the living room where your family was gathered. Mor approached you first, blonde hair flying as she ran towards you to wrap you in a hug. Handing you a drink, she looped her arm in yours, guiding you to the center of the room where you set the gift on the table.

Hazel eyes bored into you, Azriel staring unabashedly as he approached. “Thank you for coming,” he whispered, a lump in his throat as he looked over the gauzy lavender dress you donned. “You look beautiful.”

Blushing under his attention, you willed your heart to stop pounding against your chest as you spoke. “Of course. Happy birthday, Azriel,” you murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek before turning to greet the others.

Near the end of the evening, everyone was enjoying the beautiful cake Elain had prepared when Mor giddily clapped her hands. “Presents, now!” she demanded, shoving her own gift into Azriel’s hands. Azriel unwrapped the present, pink paper torn apart to reveal a pair of green, fuzzy earmuffs. “They’re to match the scarf I got you last Solstice!” Mor exclaimed, clearly proud of herself for such a thoughtful gift.

Azriel gave her a polite smile and a thank you, moving to unwrap the next gifts. From Cassian and Nesta, a new pair of boots, since apparently once of the Valkyries had thrown up on his other pair during training last week. From Feyre and Rhys, he was given a painting - a memory of the annual snowball fight from the last year, with Nyx included.

“Who is this from?” Azriel asked, holding up the small box with blue paper and black ribbon. You shyly raised your hand, a nervous smile on your face as Azriel’s eyes softened. “Thank you,” he said, never breaking eye contact.

“You haven’t even opened it yet,” you retorted with a giggle. Azriel’s eyes sparkled at your laughter, his hands deftly untying the ribbon as he carefully opened the box. He simply stared at it for a moment, silver lining his eyes as he held the box in his hands.

“I know you like to wear rings, and if you look at the side, I had it engraved for you,” you explained. Azriel carefully took the ring from the box, turning it over to see the outline of Ramiel, with Carynth shining above, and Azriel, Rhysand’s, and Cassian’s initials below.

Sliding the ring on his finger, Azriel looked to you, a look of shock crossing his features as he stumbled back, knocking his chair backwards in the process. You forgot to breathe for a moment, the only thought your brain able to process that Azriel now knew that you were mates. Standing up quickly, you uttered a goodbye as you ran out the front door in escape.

You made it halfway across the lawn when shadows swirled in front of you, Azriel towering over you as he appeared, anger swirling in his eyes. “You knew.”

You didn’t say anything, just held your chin high as you willed the tears not to fall. Azriel didn’t let up though, taking another step towards you. “How long have you known that we are mates?”

Eyes shuttering, you took a deep breath. “Since Starfall,” you eked out in a broken whisper.

Azriel’s face contorted in hurt and anger, his own voice shaky as he spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me? All of this time avoiding me, why wouldn’t you tell me that you didn’t want me?”

Something between a shocked laugh and a choking sound forced its way from your throat as you gaped at him. “Don’t want you? Azriel, all I want is you! It’s been agony trying to stay away, to keep the bond from snapping and trapping you with me. You deserve better, Az. You deserve more than I can give to you.”

Trying to step around him to walk away, Azriel swiftly slid into your path, the ring on his finger cool against your cheek as he guided your gaze to his. “How could you ever think that you wouldn’t deserve me? If anything, I don’t deserve you. You are kind, beautiful, thoughtful... You’re more than I could have dreamed of.”

You allowed yourself to lean into his touch for only a moment before you softly pulled his hand away from your face. You drew his hand up, clutching it in your own, savoring the warmth of his touch. “Azriel, I can’t have children. Madja told me years ago, it’s just not possible for me. And seeing you on Starfall with Nyx, you were so happy. And I cannot give you that. I cannot give you everything you want, can’t give you a family.”

Azriel’s hand wrapped around yours, pulling you into him, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist. Holding your chin between his fingers, he tilted your gaze to him. “You are my family. You are everything I could ever want, and more.” His lips brushed yours, the feeling of his smile against your own sending a burst of joy through you as you leaned up to kiss your mate.

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mrsoharaa · 11 months ago

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"...Miguel" your voice calls out just hardly over a whisper, your fingers diligently, carefully weaving through the soft gentle mocha tresses sprawled across your lap.

"Yes, cariño?" he delicately glances up at you, slightly tilting his head, humming to the wooing caress of your gentle digits combing through his wavy hair.

"Would you love me in every universe?" you ask, massaging the root of his head. Miguel blinks twice before leaning into your lap and tending hands, his warm lips finding the open skin of your wrist.

"I would love you in every universe, every dimension, hell - in every fragment of time and space itself, mi amor" his left hand reaches up to the soften touch of your cheek, brushing his calloused thumb over the supple skin with such caring, endearing motions. Wallowing in the growing, bashful smile spreading amongst your face.

You'd slowly lean forward and gently place a tender kiss to his forehead, traveling down to the bridge of his nose and finally onto the pliable flesh of his silken lips. Eyes finally lock in together as you gently pull away from his sweet lips, his hand on your cheek stilled and comforting.

"Nothing in this or any other universe would make me believe otherwise...you are my everything, hermosa...I would do anything and everything for you, in a heart beat"

#aefaerfafs I JUST NEEDED SOME MIGGY REASSURANCE #in love Miggy....TOTALLY INFATUATED IN LOVE MIGGY!!#it shoulddd be vice versa but I'm totally feeling self indulgent and selfish qwq #him laying his head comfortably on your lap while saying this!! ASDSGETSTGRTHEH #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv

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furioussouls · 2 months ago

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Let me wrap my teeth around the world.

[yandere estranged childhood friends x chubby reader]

Warnings : Vampirism, blood, cursing, dead animal, yandere behaviour (soft and tender obsession), chubby reader, fem reader, poly! relationship, reader will wear a gown/dress

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You stood in front of the rusted, corroded gates. Your plump fingers traced the entricate details and beautiful patterns. You dropped your hand and breathed in deeply through the nose; the slight smell of wet grass and rain infiltrated your nose. You looked down at the ground and saw colourful, crunchy leaves. You smiled to yourself and gently smoothed over your clothed arms; it’s starting to get cold and dark rather quickly, and you would love to wrap this project up soon and go home so you can cozy up in bed and watch your favourite show. You heard the crisp, loud clicking of high heels and were greeted by a beautiful woman with slicked back red hair.

“You must be the librarian who was sent by the city, correct?“

She gave you an elegant, bright smile and you nodded and pressed your lips to a line. It’s true, you are the librarian sent by the city, but it would be nice to be referred to by name, wouldn’t it? Regardless, her deep dark red lips stretched into a bigger smile at your confirmation.

“Brilliant! My two employers are already waiting for you in the library. They will tell you whether or not they’ll want to do business with you and if they can donate their old books to your charity.“

“Library. We want the books for the City Library, not for charity“, you corrected with a small smile.

She smirked at you, one corner of her mouth gently turned up and she nodded and made the motion for you to follow.

“Oh, but of course. Please, follow me.“

This estate was massive, you walked through large hallways filled with old furniture and golden accents. The door in front of the library was in a dark wooden colour and adorned with intricate black details. The patterns above the polished wood looked very similar to stained glass in churches. You stepped forward to the door and the woman motioned for you to go in. She smiled at you and then turned around and walked away. Her shoes’ crisp clicking sounds echoing through the corridors. You sighed and wiped your sweaty palms on your pants.

You knocked three times on the huge door and awaited a reply. A few seconds later, you heard a soft melodic voice tell you to come it. The voice was familiar and yet so unknown to you. You raised an eyebrow and opened the door with a loud creak. You didn’t have much time to think about where you heard this voice before, since you came here to finish your job.

You stood in the middle of the room and saw two men. They stood with their backs to you; one of them had a book in his hands, his head bowed down to it. The other man stood in front of the window, watching the leaves descend. Both of them were tall, much taller than you. You awkwardly shuffled around and cleared your throat.

“Thank you so much for having me, Sir… Sirs. I’m really grateful for your help and was wondering if we could talk about the old books. Don’t worry, I won’t take up too much of your time. I’ll leave as quickly as I came.“ you laughed awkwardly and the man, whose nose was buried in his book snapped up immediately. From the back you could see his beautiful, wavy black hair which fell in elegant tresses down his back. His head snapped around and he turned to you. His face was familiar; a beautifully pale, sculpted face with a sharp jawline, round lips, a sharp nose and beautiful thin eyes.

Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open. Unintentionally, you took a few steps backwards. Was this… Haru? The little boy that you used to play with as a child? The little boy that clung to you like a puppy? The little boy that you used to see every single second of the day?

He whispered your name like a prayer and jumped up. He hesitantly walked a few steps in your direction and held his hand out for you. His eyes widened and they glistened with tears, while his shocked mouth transformed into the biggest grin, showing off his white, pearly teeth and sharp canines.

Hearing his friends whisper the other man turned to him and then his head snapped to you. Mustering him your mouth dropped even more. Ashad, the grumpy, funny, protective boy who always walked behind you and Haru during your playtime, stood in front of you. His short and thick black hair was a bit tousled and those familiar deep brown eyes were rimmed with long black lashes. His prominent, slightly hooked nose was scrunched up and his warm brown skin was adorned with flowy, dark clothing. Ashad‘s plump lips were stretched into a frown as his eyes mustered you.

“Haru? Ashad? How long have you lived here? How long have you been here? Oh my god, it’s so good to see you again. It’s been so long! How have you two been?“ you began rambling and grinned at the two of them. When you were a child, you lived in the same neighbourhood as them, but when you reached the seventh grade, you and your parents moved to a far away city. You told them about the move and back then, Haru started bawling. He was inconsolable and had worried himself into a panic attack, you remember the overwhelming feeling of his desperation very clearly. You had never seen the boy this upset, even when you were partnered up with Josh instead of him for an elementary school project. While Haru went through all the stages of grief, Ashad only frowned at the ground with balled hands and now that you’re older, you know he was holding his tears back.

Haru hasn’t blinked once since he turned around. You cautiously accepted his outstretched hand. 'Would a hug be weird? Or do we know each other well enough for it? Would it be uncomfortable?' you asked yourself. Well, now you’re already walking his way so you might as well just do it. You opened up your arms to hug him and his cold, lean arms engulfed you immediately as he buried his face in your shoulder. His entire face is covered and his body was slightly shaking, presumably because of the sobs wreaking through his body and you immediately stroked his back. His hands gently squished the fat of your back and he kept hugging you for a few minutes.

You released him from the hug and gently kept him an arm length away and mustered him from top to bottom. His wet eyes stared deeply into yours and after a while his eyes wandered from the top of your head down to your shoes; His gaze stopped at your ample midriff and he softly bit his lips. When his eyes wandered down, he stopped. Blinking up at you, he gently grasped your face in his big, cold hands and he rubbed his sharp nose against yours. You chuckled and then softly pushed him back and looked at Ashad. He was always less touchy than Haru, so you weren’t sure if he wanted the hug. You slowly walked forwards and Ashad lifted his chiselled chin and slowly held his shaking hands out for you. You grinned and walked into his arms and he nestled his chin on your head, considering that he was much taller than you. After a few minutes he buried his nose in your shoulder as well and his nose gently traced your neck.

You smiled and stepped away. Their piercing eyes were fixated on you and Ashad raised an eyebrow and asked you incredulously “You work as a librarian?“

You raised your eyebrow back at him “You work as a collector of old books?“

Haru grinned at you and pressed your foreheads together while Ashad chuckled in the background.

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“So, how did you come across the first editions of these books? They are so difficult to come by. Oh my god, it’s in pristine condition.“ you asked and looked at Ashad. Him and Haru exchanged glances and Haru cleared his throat.

“We have connections to some people, but that doesn’t matter right now. Let me show you around, yes? There is so much you still have to tell us and there’s so much we have to tell you.“ Haru said and gently stroked your back.

“Connections? Which connections would cause you to have access to almost every single first edition of every classic? Please hook me up with those people, I would love to have connections like this as well.“ you mumbled and stared at the books in awe.

Haru smiled as he looked at you, his fangs becoming visible as you stared at the books without a care in the world. Weird, you don’t remember your childhood friends having such sharp, distinct teeth.

”So, for how much would you sell the first editions of those classics to the public library?”, you pointed at the books on the lowest shelf and looked at them with a wince. ‘Oh god, you thought to yourself. You don’t even wanna know the cost of those books. ‘How were they able to get these books? How were they able to buy this big mansion?‘.

Ashad looked at the books you were pointing to and then slowly let his eyes glide back to you. He examined you from top to bottom with piercing eyes and said ”A week.”

Your eyebrows raised and you looked at him in confusion. He smiled and repeated “I want you to spend a week here with us and any book you want will be yours, no additional payment needed. We can also use the time to catch up with one another. Seems like we all missed out on important things.” Haru nodded and gently traced your soft cheek with his cold fingers.

Your gaze jumped from Ashad to Haru as you considered; you wanted to wrap this up as quickly as you could, but your boss would worship the ground you walked on, if you brought in those books for free. Not to mention, you really wanted to catch up with the two of them.

“Yes, alright. Deal. I’ll go back home in the evenings, though.”

The next morning, you arrived early at the mansion.

You made your way through the mansion after being greeted by the elegant lady and you looked down at your body. You wore something comfy, you knew you looked out of place in this big elegant building, but this was also Ashad and Haru. Your boys. You just wanted to spend time with them. You don’t know how you lost contact; the messages became less frequent and suddenly their communication completely stopped. You shook yourself out of your thoughts and knocked on the big door again.

The door was ripped open a second after your knocks and you were engulfed in a cold embrace. Your body jiggled and you squealed and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “Haru, stop with the quick movements. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.“

Haru‘s nose gently nuzzled into your hair as he chuckled. “No, that won’t happen.“ His hands gently rubbed your shoulders and he blinked at you with a lazy smile. “Come on. Do you have any dietary restrictions?“

While you informed him of your preferences , he gently lead you to a big dining room. Ashad was already sitting at the table and rose when you were led in by Haru. “Good morning, Ashad.“ He stepped forward and cupped your face. “Why are you late?“ Your eyebrows rose at his piercing gaze and you gently pat his hands. “Sorry, the way here is very long and exhausting“

Ashad let your face go and mustered you from top to bottom. “And you’re sure you won’t stay here? We have more than enough rooms. You should stay, especially since it’s so cold at the moment.“

You wanted to decline but you remembered your long journey here, “I’ll think about it.“ Both of them nodded until Ashad broke you out of your thoughts. “Please, sit.“ You followed his movement and your eyes widened. They wanted you to sit at the head of the table? You grinned at them and thought they were gonna tell you it was a joke. They didn’t. They looked extremely serious, even happy Haru, who was barely anything but sweet to you looked at you as if this was a life or death scenario. You cleared your throat and made your way over to the mighty table and sat down. Both of them sat down on each side of you. Haru sat down on the right of you and Ashad on the left.

You awkwardly looked around at them and waited for them to speak.

"So…How have you both been? Why did you.. you know.“ you chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your head.

Surprisingly, it was Ashad that spoke up first. “We’re…sorry. Trust us, there was nothing that we wanted more than to get back into contact with you. But we couldn’t.“

You wiped your clammy hands on your big thighs and nodded.

“Yeah, sure. Totally. No problem, people just grow apart sometimes and that’s fine. However… I still would have appreciated a heads up, though. I was really worried about you two and I don’t hear anything from you until now and now you’re living in this big mansion?“ You were trying to keep the conversation civil because you really did miss them, but you can still remember how Highschool you sobbed in bed because your best friends stopped talking to you and a ball of anger built in your tummy.

Haru shook his head furiously and bit his lips. With his jawline clenched, he balled his fists and looked down. “We wanted you with us. We really did, but-“

Before Haru could finish his sentence, a few servants came in and brought you your drinks. They sat the golden trays in front of you, Haru and Ashad. You thanked them and looked around; Your beverage was a cold glass of water while Ashad and Haru had red wine. Your eyes zeroed in on their drinks and you raised your brow at them.

“Wine before noon?“, you asked as the servants left.

Ashad drove his hand through his messy hair and lifted his glass to take a big gulp meanwhile Haru stared at the wall without touching his glass.

“Okaaayy… Why are you guys being so weird?“

“Our families are dead“, Ashad said while drinking his wine.

A wave of nausea ran down your body. A big ball of dread formed in your stomach and your eyes widened. “What?“, your voice was trembling.

“Our families were killed by… wild animals and we got hurt in the process. That’s why we stopped responding and why we live in this mansion. Compensation for the damages, I guess.“ Haru said bitterly.

You put a hand on each boys hand and squeezed. Their larger hands seemed like ice blocks under your soft hand. Haru sighed with closed eyes and slowly intertwined each digit with yours. He brought your hand to his plump lips and left a soft kiss on it. Ashad gripped your hand tightly and gently brought your hand up to his nose. He gently traced patterns on your hand and once his nose reached your wrist he inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

“I‘m so sorry for being so insensitive. Oh my god, I’m so so sorry. Is there anything I could do? Where did you get hurt?“ Haru chuckled at your rambling and his face was adorned with his beautiful smile yet again.

„It’s alright. As long as you’re not mad at me anymore.“ he nuzzled his face into your hand and kissed each inch of your palm.

You chuckled and you didn’t want to risk upsetting them by talking more about the suspicious circumstance of their family’s death and changed the topic.

“By the way, why do I get to sit at the head of the table? Is every guest allowed to sit here?“

Ashad whose nose was buried deep in your wrist until now, opened his eyes but remained close to your wrist. “Because that’s where you belong. At the head of this table;In the middle of us as the most important person in this group. The leader and the heart of this family“. His eyes closed again and he rubbed his face into your wrist.

Your eyes widened at the sincere words and you felt warmth travel through your cheeks and the nape of your neck.

Haru nodded and smiled. He sighed softly and finished his drink with one big gulp. His Adam’s apple bobbed and he looked refreshed after.

„Since we’ve all finished drinking, we’ll go eat something.“

„Wait. We’re going to eat somewhere? Why don’t we have it here?“ you asked nervously. Your outfit really wasn’t adequate enough to eat at the place where they eat at.

Ashad stood up and walked over to you. He held out his hand to help you get up, and you took his hand. You looked up at him and he kissed the crown of your head and gently gave your hand to Haru, who nuzzled up to you. “The weather is nice outside. It’d be a shame to have such a delectable little thing with us and to not show her off to the world, wouldn’t it?“

Haru‘s thumb gently rubbed your hand and he winked at you.

“Wait! I’m really not in the proper attire!“, you waved at yourself and both of them looked at you from top to bottom. Embarrassment crept up your neck.

“You look as cute as a button. However, with our clothes you’ll look as stunning as a goddess “, Haru agreed.

“Yeah, exactly! Wait.. what? Your clothes?“, you looked at them in confusion. Haru‘s melodic laugh pulled you out of your thoughts and he gently led you out of the room.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing. Ashad will wait for us in the garden. We’ll have the most delicious meal and you’ll look as gorgeous as ever.“, he brought you to a beautiful,roomy place with a huge wardrobe and the softest bed. He pulled out a beautiful gown with intricate details and patterns.

“Oh, Haru. That dress is beautiful, genuinely. But I don’t think it’ll fit.“

“Don’t be ridiculous, sweet thing. All of the clothes in this wardrobe are in your size.“

Your eyes widened and you looked at the gown again and indeed- it was a beautiful piece which was big enough to house all your curves, and tight enough to amplify each soft valley and curve. Haru grinned at you and gave you the gown and fitting shoes and left you to put it on.

Haru’s hands were shaking. The urge to drop to his knees in front of you was too much to resist. He has you back, he has you back, he has you back-.

God, your beautiful round body and the softness of you drove him crazy. He wishes he could tell you all about it. He wishes he could tell you about the night. About the fact that it wasn’t an animal that killed his family and that he unfortunately is now one of them. You wouldn’t have to be afraid, though. No, god no. Never of him. He’ll never hurt you, not like those creatures did to his family. He would never drain you like they did. He will spend his life tracing each beautiful, soft curve of you. He’ll spend his life tasting each part of you, your delicious soft arms, your inviting big belly, your beautiful thighs and the place between your plush thighs..

Haru shudders at the thought of tasting each part of you and wishes he could kneel in front of you. Kneel at your feet and show his devotion towards you. And maybe, once you’ve learned of the depths of his love for you and trust him enough with your body, you’ll let him feed off you. Not too much, though. Never too much.

The door opened and you stepped out of it and ripped Haru out of his daydreams.

You weren’t too sure about the gown but showed Haru anyway, the gown itself was beautiful but it emphasised each curve and round shape you had. You weren’t sure if it looks good. Well, that was until you saw Haru; his pupils were dilated and they glided across each part of you. He looked lovesick.

You smiled at held up your thumbs questioningly. He immediately nodded and you grinned at him.

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Haru held your hand and led you to the humongous garden. Amidst of the flowers and the marble fountain was a white table. Ashad sat on one side of it and rose when he heard your steps. He turned around and looked at you. He closed his eyes and sighed. A shudder ran through his body and he held out his hand.

“You look stunning, darling.“, your cheeks heated up and you sat down again, at the head of the table. The food was already prepared. In front of you was your favourite meal, while Ashad and Haru each had a steak. You scrunched your nose, it looked almost raw and was bloody. What is it called again? Rare?

Haru winked at you and you immediately started eating your food. Ashad grinned.

After the three of you finished eating, you walked through the garden. You were in the middle of them, of course.

“So, sweet thing. Tell us about yourself. We know you’re a librarian. What about relationships? Are you single?“, Haru asked with a smile and gently intertwined your hands. Ashad looked at you from the side and you chuckled. “I’m single at the moment. My relationships weren’t always the greatest“.

Haru sighed happily and Ashad tensed up. “Darling, what does that mean? Have the people in your life not treated you well?“

You shrugged and looked at Ashads furrowed eyebrows. He let your hand go and walked behind you. “If people didn’t treat you well, let me know. I’m serious about this.“

You chuckled and nodded. You lifted your hands and held up your pinky. “If I need help, I’ll tell you.“ Ashad smiled and interlinked your smaller pinky with his. Haru walked in front of you.

Suddenly you felt a crack beneath your feet and you slipped. You crashed down to the ground and winced. It didn’t hurt all that much, to be honest your pride was worse off than your injuries, but you had a few bloody scratches on your hand.

Ashad and Haru both called your name. Ashad dropped next to you to the ground and cupped your face with shaky hands. “Darling! Are you okay? Fuck! I’m so sorry I should’ve caught you. Shit! Shit! Shit!“ His eyes were so wide and his hands on your cheek were shaking.

“Ashad! I’m okay. It’s okay don’t worry. I’m just a bit clumsy. It’s okay. All bones are still unbroken.“ you replied with an awkward laugh. He looked so distraught as if you just broke your hand in front of him.

“Don’t even joke about that“, he scolded you and pat down your body. “We‘ll need to put a bandage around you. Haru, go get a bandage and some antiseptics“ Your gaze found Haru and his nostrils flared. He took a few deep breaths through the nose and his hands shook.

„Haru!“, Ashad yelled out, his voice was deeper than you ever heard. You flinched back and his dark eyes found you and he cooed. “It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s okay. Haru, go.“

Haru disappeared from your view and you raised an eyebrow at Ashad. “It’s just a few scratches. It’s okay“ he nodded and kissed your forehead.

After you were bandaged up, the atmosphere was still weird. Haru cooed at your bandaged hand and kissed it but him and Ashad were exchanging weird glances with each other. You spent the afternoon with reading their books by yourself and now it was already night. Ashad brought you some silk pyjamas and told you to stay for the night since it was dangerous.

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It was two in the morning and you couldn’t sleep. You got out of your comfy bed and yawned. Aimlessly, you walked through the corridors until you heard two loud voices arguing. You leaned towards the slightly ajar door.

“She will stay! She’ll love it here. We’ll get used to each other again! I don’t want her to leave! And neither do you. I don’t know why you’re playing this “we’re too dangerous to be around“ game. We aren’t! We won’t hurt her! It’s the fucking world outside that’s too dangerous!“

“Haru! you’re not fucking listening! Fine, let’s say that we won’t have a reaction anymore towards her blood. What will we do when she finds out?! Huh? She’ll feel betrayed! She’ll be scared of us! Terrified! And I can’t.. I can’t have that. Do you think I don’t want her with us? Seriously? I wish I could fucking glue myself to her side and protect her from everything but she’ll be scared of me… of us. We need a better plan!“

“A plan? We will make her like us again. She’ll see how much we love her. How much we adore and worship her. Nothing else will matter. She’ll have all the riches and love in the world.“

“Are you a damn child? Do you think it’ll be that easy-“

“Fuck you, Ashad. You’re making this so much harder than it needs to be. We have our fucking reason for living with us and you’re already trying do sabotage it. Talk to me once you’ve calmed down“

You heard a door slam and with you saw Ashad standing there on his own. His hair was messy and his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing his chest. He breathed heavily and called out your name. Your eyes widened as you saw him gulp down a- a blood transfusion bag? What? What the fuck?

The thread of unease that has been forming in your stomach the whole day has finally unraveled. The red wine, the bloody steak, the reaction to your blood, the ice cold hands, their dead family.. all of it started to make sense and nausea and fear wracked through your body and you fell forward through the door. Landing right in front of Ashad.

His eyes widened and you saw his face turn pale. He thew the blood bag behind him and shook his head frantically, blood running down his lips. “Darling.“

You were breathing heavily and lifted your hands “No! No, please! Ashad, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to snoop. I’ll be right out of your hair! And don’t worry about the books! I’ll just tell the library you didn’t wanna give them. That’s fine! Really!“ you laughed awkwardly, your hands shaking and your eyes full of tears. You tried to crawl backwards and he fell on his knees in front of you.

„No, darling. Please, don’t be scared of me. Please, god. Not you. I won’t hurt you, I never will. Even thinking about it fills me with dread, darling. Please, don’t be scared. I’ll explain it all to you, I will. I’ve never killed anybody before. I love you, darling. Please don’t be scared“ Tears ran down his cheeks, his long lashes clumping up as he slowly crawled towards you.

“I won’t hurt you. Please never think that. I won’t let anyone or anything hurt you. Okay? Okay, my darling? Thank you for listening, I won’t hurt you.“

His tears mixed with the blood on his lips and he gently cradled your face. You laid on the ground and he ever so softly sat on your lap and leaned over and pressed your foreheads against each other.

„I won’t hurt you, I never will. You’re the best thing that happened to me.“

Loud sobs ripped away from you and he closed his eyes and shook his head. He buried his head in your shoulder and repeated his“don’t be scared“ mantra.

Suddenly the door on the right of you opened and Haru walked in and gasped when he saw you. You laid on the ground with Ashad sitting on you, sobbing while hunched over you with his face pressed into the crook of your neck. You looked at him and a sense of dread formed in your entire body. You possibly could’ve handle Ashad if he were to try something but not two. Not Haru and him.

Haru’s lip wobbled and he fell on his knees and crawled over. “Ashad! You’re fucking scaring her! Get the fuck off!“ He tried to rip Ashad off of you.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing. Nothing will happen to you, he won’t hurt you either, alright? It’s scary. I know it is, but nothing will happen to you, my sweet thing. My everything. Don’t be scared“

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Ashad as a yandere:

• worshipper

•protective and overbearing

Haru as a yandere:

•worshipper

•delusional

•touchy

A/N: I’m not the biggest fan of this but it has been in my drafts since Halloween so yeah. Let me know what you think!

#fat reader #plus size reader #x chubby reader #male yandere #soft yandere #yandere boy #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere x darling #x reader

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bookworm-with-coffee · 2 years ago

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Insecurities. . .

(Kili x Reader)

(A/N); Hello and welcome, readers!! As always, thank you for stopping by!! I thought it was high time to write a fic for Kili! After all, who can resist that cheeky smile of his?? Do enjoy! ❤

Plot; Comfort drabble

Pairings; Kili x Reader (Romantic)

Warnings; fluffity-fluff and some angy-angst

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The evening was cheerful, the Company of Thorin Oakenshield having stopped for the night after a long day's travels. Peaceful ambience of the forest began to increase in the nightfall, the breeze light and cool as it swayed through the rustling trees.

Firelight filled the camp with a warm flickering glow, the smell of woodsmoke and Bombur's cooking potent in the air. Conversation was easy to find and delightful, as always. Bofur, Dwalin, Nori and a few of the others were sat together, conversing in what sounded like their native tongue. The intricacies and mysteries of Khuzdul still left you amazed, despite how it was only merriful banter.

You had stood by Bombur, offering to take Bofur's place tonight as the food-server. Each bowl of soup was steaming hot, your steps having to be quick to avoid burning yourself too badly from the scalding liquid as it dripped from the bowl. Each Dwarf had eagerly taken the food that was offered, exhaustion fueling their hunger. Even Bilbo and Gandalf seemed relieved to finally be eating this evening. The days were long and draining, trudging through the wilderness in the everchanging landscape. You too found relief in finally dropping down beside the youngest of the two Princes once your rounds were finished.

Fili, who usually kept him company of a nighttime, was occupied in the audacious conversations nearby. The booming laughter that rang out almost startled you whilst you settled in alongside Kili, him offering the occasional soft chuckle at the words being thrown between bites of his food.

Darting to you, the Prince's hazel eyes glistened with the embers of the campfire. A soft smile of amusement crossed his face, the action always seeming to offer you comfort. "What are they on about now?", you quirked a brow, his expression becoming contagious.

"By this point in the conversation, I don't think you want to know".

"Enlighten me", you encouraged, laughter slipping from the Princeling's lips. It was hard for Kili to restrain his smile when he finally obliged.

"They're taking bets on whether or not Bofur uses his hat in the bedroom".

"Pigs", you huffed, a moment's silence passing before you added, "He clearly does". The Prince snorted, his soup suddenly travelling through his nostrils. Something akin to a guffaw escaped his lips, whilst he desperately tried to grapple his composure in your now shared laughter.

"Agreed", he managed to wheeze out, wiping at his face and mouth.

In moments like this, you appreciated the bond that had formed between you both. Despite the seriousness of the quest at hand, you always found yourself at ease within Kili's easygoing nature and cheeky humour. He always had a way of soothing your anxieties with his jokes and lighthearted conversations, always looking on the brighter side of things. And although he was oblivious to such things, you'd come to find him to be quite beautiful.

It was hard not to when the light of the fire danced over his features, illuminating the strands of hair that fell effortlessly over his face. You'd come to admire those wavy tresses with their now auburn glow, sitting over his strong and broad shoulders. You wondered how he cared for them, keeping them so clean despite the lack of hygiene this quest entailed.

With his head turned and gaze fixed on the forest ahead, you found that his messed half-up had lost a few strands that dangled, masking the Prince's handsome face from your current view. His metal clasp was now sitting loosely on the back of his head. And although it offered him a fitting style, you wished to fix it for him.

Dinner became suddenly forgotten in your new endeavours when you decided to test the waters with Kili. Reaching for the strand that had fallen loose over his face, your fingertips worked the silken strands behind his ear with a delicate precision. The Prince almost seemed to stiffen at your touch, his breaths halting whilst goosebumps ignited across his skin. His lips had parted, lashes fluttering. No woman had ever touched him like that before. And although there was nothing sensual about your touch, it made every part of him light up like fire, craving more of that soothing gentleness.

Sensing his quiet, you became hesitant to continue. "May I fix your hair for you?". Your question had his hazel orbs clouding in confusion, scanning your face for any sign that you may have been jesting. He nodded shyly, his voice seeming to waver slightly,

"Please". That being all the confirmation you needed, you pulled the large clasp from his hair, the thick layers falling loose. Excitement bubbled in your chest whilst you shuffled closer to the handsome Dwarf.

Steadying his breaths, he resisted the shudder that passed through him when your fingers began working through his hair like a gentle comb. You began to remove the small tangles, relishing in the soft touch of his hair. The moisture in the strands was not greasy or dirty in nature and his waves bounced back, unaffected by your touches. The Prince's eyes had fallen closed, his dinner being long abandoned in his blissful state. The sensation of your nails brushing over his scalp had him drawing his bottom lip between his teeth to fight the pleasurable sighs that dared to leave his throat.

The boisterous conversations that once ensnared his attention had faded from his ears. He was barely able to register your voice when you spoke so gently to him. "Your hair is so beautiful", you marveled, spindling his soft hair between your fingers playfully. "How do you keep it so soft and lovely?". The young Prince felt his throat tightening from shock, pondering what your interest was in his hair. In his opinion, there was nothing special about his tresses.

Kili gathered no attention from women, unlike his fellow kin. His complete lack of facial and body hair meant that to any respectable Dwarf, he was considered ugly or unattractive. At your compliments, it was only normal for him to be in a state of disbelief. You were the first and only woman to take interest.

"It's nothing special", he finally murmured. "I just use a light oil after I wash my hair".

"You need to lend it to me sometime", you insisted with a grin, your eyes seeming to sparkle with mirth. "It works wonders on your hair. It's so beautiful". Kili felt his heartbeat increase, his tone falling quieter amidst his further disbelief.

"Do you think so?". In a sudden surge of confidence, you replied,

"I know so. You have the most gorgeous looking hair out of all the Dwarves in this Company". His eyes had blown wide, his lips parting in surprise. "It looks lovely pinned back", you added, finally binding his hair securely with his clasp. "Or left out". You shrugged. He grew confused when you shuffled in front of him. "But, I think I like your fringe the most. It frames your kind face without hiding it".

You were so close now, your (e/c) eyes trained on the delicate strands that made up his bangs. Your touch was featherlight and uncalloused, your face screwed in concentration. In your current focus, you didn't see the admiration and awe for you that shimmered in his gaze. Never had he gotten attention like this, even from a friend. Friend. He despised that word when his thoughts drifted to you. But, how could you possibly ever find him attractive?? His lack of facial hair and muscle was unmanly, even by human standards.

You were strangely beautiful to Kili. You weren't as tall or lithe as the Elves, nor as creamy-skinned or graceful. You had perfect little imperfections in your skin and freckles. Your hair had character, being curly. And you almost always wore your hair out of your face, the odd stray hair coming to frame it perfectly. And from the moment he sensed his feelings for you some weeks ago, Kili had felt his confidence decrease. He felt as if he had no chance with 12 other eligible Dwarves in the Company that could easily win you over with their toned bodies and lavish, braided hair.

The Princeling wasn't oblivious to how you often spent your time with Ori, looking through his books and learning how to knit the varying patterns he practiced. And despite how Ori was much younger than Kili, he had an attractive amount of body hair. He was nowhere near as confident as the Prince, nor as rehearsed in the prowess of battle. However, it didn't stop the envy that crept its way into his heart and mind. Looks had always mattered to everyone else before, so why would it be any different now?

When your cooler hands brushed over his face whilst you worked, it left burning tingles in his skin. You noted the perfect shaping of his eyebrows, running your thumbs over them to smooth any stray hairs. His features were strong, to be expected of a man in Dwarven culture. You swept loose pieces of his fringe from his cheeks, his stubble seductively rough beneath your skin.

Some part of you preferred Kili without a beard. All the hair that hung from the others was so extravagant, but you liked seeing more of his face. His cheeky smile was your favourite thing to see, even on a bad day. Perhaps a beard would hide that?

Raking his fringe up for slight volume, you found yourself taken by how ethereal he seemed. You questioned yourself on whether or not it was your lack of food and rest from the day, but you couldn't ignore the fondness that crept into your soul at being so close with him. A smile marked your face, setting the last strands of his dark locks aside.

"Beautiful", you'd murmured, a sense of accomplishment filling your heart. The warmth of his skin increased beneath your lingering fingertips, his hazel gaze playing over your softer features. To his greater surprise, there was only genuity in your expression. Not wanting you to retreat from him, Kili placed his heated callouses over your own, fighting the way his eyes slightly glazed over with tears.

"Thank you". He offered you one of those boyish smiles, taking comfort in the suppleness of your skin beneath his own. You caressed the stubble beneath your skin, grazing your thumb over the smoothness of his sharp cheekbone. Kili chuckled in amusement, "I look a bit more dignified now".

"Nonsense. Your hair looked fitting either way", you laughed softly, squeezing the warmer hands that held your own. "It's truly beautiful. Stubble and all". His dark brows had risen, wonder filling his kind gaze. You really didn't mind his lack of body hair??

"I always thought my stubble was– I thought it may have been unsightly", he confessed with the hints of a nervous smile, your brows creasing in light concern. "Beards are of high importance in my culture".

"Not in mine", you shrugged, slowly trailing your thumb over his dimples and slightly chapped lips. "Besides, how else would I be able to see that gorgeous smile?". The shy grin that slowly splayed onto his face at your words was the happiest one you'd ever seen on the Prince. Your words had dissolved any unsurities in his heart. "That's the one", you giggled, Kili trying and failing to restrain his smile.

"I think I like yours better", he murmured, sweeping one of your stray curls from your face. "It's the one I fell for, after all".

The small gap between you both closed, Kili's burning lips meeting yours in a gentle touch. It started off unsure and light, becoming almost fervent when your head tilted and lips parted to allow his tongue to slip past them. Using his hand resting along your jaw, he guided your head closer to his own, relishing in the need to be as close to you as possible. His stubble scratched the skin of your face pleasurably, a soft sigh exhaling through your nose.

The both of you separated, your lips swollen and tingling from the caresses and nibbles of his own. Kili's eyes finally fluttered open after a few moments, skimming your face with a soft tenderness. "Abnâmul", he whispered, running a heated digit over your tingling lips. "You'll have to let me do that more often".

"I'll have to think about it", you mused, squeezing the hand that cradled your face affectionately.

"Hopefully not too hard", Kili sighed in pretend dejection, tracing his thumb along your cheek. "I do really love you".

"I'm glad the feeling is mutual", you chuckled softly, pressing your lips to his with a playfulness. No longer burdened with his insecurities, Kili's laughter chased your own,

"Me too".

The End. . .

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Translations;

Abnâmul = "beautiful", (Khuzdul)

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TAGLIST; @fizzyxcustard @lathalea @emrfangirl

#kili #kili durin #kili x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction

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tojisth3rdwife · 6 months ago

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I think Choso is the most involved and interested in your hair care routine out of all the men you’ve been with.

Its partially because he’s just naturally curious about everything and is entirely invested in you. I see him asking about every product you use as youre going through the wash day regimen.

“..and this?”

You glance over with your hands raking through a section of your hair meticulously.

“Um..thats another leave in conditioner.” You say, returning your gaze ahead towards the mirror in front of you. Choso nods, lifting the open container to his nose for a curious sniff.

“Mmm…smells like fruit.” He mutters before dipping his finger in.

“And this makes your hair soft?”

“Basically. Helps it retain moisture so it doesn’t dry out. Which curly hair tends to do very easily.” You reach over to dip your fingers into the tub Choso was still holding in his other hand from his last question, scooping out a generous amount of product to be applied to the next section of hair.

Choso watches closely as you used your fingers like a comb, working from the ends to your roots gently to detangle any knots that formed while washing your hair. Him watching and asking questions eventually turned into him wanting to try his hand at detangling your hair himself.

That turned into you showing how to put the finished sections in two strand twists.

He’s so gentle with you, taking his time coiling your strands around his fruity cream coated fingers. Massaging your scalp when you let him wash out the deep conditioner after letting it sit.

You have to keep your eyes closed to keep from blushing under his tender gaze and Choso sneaks kisses on your lips in whenever he can because he loved the way it made you smile.

“You gonna charge me extra for those kisses or are they just a part of the service?” You’d ask him and he’d just laugh, continuing to rinse all the product from your wavy tresses.

If you made an appointment to get your hair braided, Choso would be there midway through with food for you and your braider. He’d also sit with you for the remainder of your appointment, busying himself with whatever is on TV , his phone or listening to you and your braiders conversation. He didn’t care if he was waiting hours for you either since he’s just that patient.

Whenever you asked for his opinion on a wig, he usually gave positive feedback. He didnt mind them because he appreciated your ability to switch things up and he was absolutely fascinated with your hair in the different braid styles.

If he had to pick a favorite, it would be when you just let your curls free in a fro or a pineapple puff at the top of your head. Or perhaps the two pig tail poofs when you felt like matching him.

#choso x reader #choso x black!reader #anime #jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso fluff #choso

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kakushino · 2 years ago

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Haganezuka's apprentice - Fem!Reader

You'd heard about his temper, or rather, you heard his temper, long before you first saw him. The need for new swordsmiths went beyond personal wants and so, you found yourself as one of the would-be apprentices under masters of their trade. Your master though? Haganezuka Hotaru

Since you would be entering the Swordsmiths' village proper, as a citizen and not a visitor, you had received your own hyottoko mask, as ugly as the rest of them, yet crucial for its anonymity. You were grateful to it though, because it hid your scowl during your first few weeks under Master Haganezuka's dubious tutelage.

"Not like that, you stupid shithead!"

"This is shoddy as hell. Again."

"Useless brat."

"If Kamado got a sword like this, he'd be coming back for another in a day."

It was all you could do to not blow up on him. As it was, you just shut your mouth and tried to keep up. You weren't even sure if he knew you weren't a man; after all, the masks did distort even voices.

You understood though, really. He was forbidden from touching the forge until he healed up and just tried to focus his energy on you, but he went about it completely wrong.

Every insult and snide comment fueled your wrath. It was time to show him what you were made of, what you learned and what you could do.

With bandage-covered hands from the blisters and rawness of overworking, you did what you did best as of late - forge.

The day you presented your first 'passable' wakizashi (passable for him, very good for others) was the day his comment felt less offensive and more… like a compliment?

"Hmpf, guess you aren't that incompetent, brat."

With time, the heat of his words went out of the window, his vulgarity dwindling as you improved in leaps and bounds. Despite his harshness and unpolished way of teaching, you'd become a swordsmith who could stand on her own two feet. Your apprenticeship would last for years more though, giving you plenty of time to really get to know your master.

"You didn't buy yourself any dango? Idiot. Here, take one. Don't tell a soul or you're dead."

"Here… What do you think it is? I didn't know you were so stupid you couldn't recognize tea. You like this type, don't you? So shut up and take it."

"Tsk. Brat. As if you could distract me from my- is that Gyomaru's dango? Hand it over."

Haganezuka Hotaru was just abrasive on the outside, but a big softie on the inside.

A big softie who couldn't take care of himself properly at times.

"Master Haganezuka, you need to eat. You've been in here for over a day." You cautiously touched his shoulder, hoping beyond hope he would snap out of the Zone. You'd brought dango and tea, hoping to entice him with the smell at first. It wasn't working, obviously.

He said nothing, just continued to hammer away at his latest work.

“Master Haganezuka?” you shook his shoulder a little, making him pause for a moment before he continued. Your patience wore thin. You scowled. You’d be surprised if the ugly expression wasn’t permanently fixed into your face with how often you wore it when dealing with him.

Maybe taking off his mask would make him pay attention to me?

Spoiler alert: It did not.

But it did make your face feel hot when you saw how handsome he was under it. A few shiny scars from the not-so-recent village attack still stood out against his pale skin, making him even more attractive.

Sweat made his dark hair stick to his skin, and suddenly, you were curious about the whole picture; you untied his scarf - it wasn’t like he was going to un-Zone anytime soon, you reasoned. You were not ready for the dark wavy tresses spilling over his shoulders. It was not fair how much of a looker he was. Was this man really single?

You continued to study him, memorizing his features for long lonely nights in your accommodation. Soon enough, you realized you were being a creep and should stop at once; you needed to finish what you started after all.

“Master Haganezuka!” you reached for his other shoulder to shake it. What you didn’t account for was the fact it was his blind side. Instead of an insult or even a scathing remark, you were nearly slashed with a red-hot blade in the face. You took a quick step back and it thankfully only knocked off your hyottoko mask to the ground, the wood smoking a little where the iron made contact with it. You stared at it with wide eyes, your heart in your throat and terror pulsing in your veins. “...”

“...you’re a woman?”

Your eyes met his, both of you staring at each other in disbelief. “You didn’t know?”

A flush rose to his cheeks, before his expression turned to white ash. “The old man is gonna kill me.”

"How did you not know I was a woman? The Chief told you when he was introducing me."

"I wasn't listening," he huffed, looking away.

"More importantly, you just tried to kill me!"

"Not my fault you were being stupid, brat!"

"You were being stupid. You didn't get out of here for over a day! You have to eat! And sleep!"

"Sleep is for the weak! I need to finish this project-" Haganezuka turned back to his bench, reaching for his hammer.

You snatched the tool before he could touch it. "No, you don't-" You high-tailed it out of his forge, clutching his favorite hammer as if your life depended on it.

"Wait-! You useless wench!"

Your master swore up a storm, hurling insults, screaming at you and chasing you with his half-finished blade.

Kanamori even ran out into the street in his pajamas, mask askew, a katana of his own in hand, thinking there was an attack again. Seeing Haganezuka, he huffed and went back to sleep, too tired to deal with this right now.

A few days later, the Chief came to officially scold your master. You had a kick out of it, thankful your mask hid your smirk.

#does this count as a drabble?#probably not since it has 1k words #desi writing #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #fluff #i think it counts as fluff #haganezuka hotaru #haganezuka hotaru x reader #haganezuka x reader #hotaru haganezuka #haganezuka #i tried

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thepastisalreadywritten · 20 days ago

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Greek Bronze Head

This Greek bronze head, dating back to circa 460 BC, possibly represents the god Apollo, showcasing the intricate artistry of classical Greek sculpture.

The youth's hairstyle is meticulously crafted, with a central part and wavy ridges combed around the head.

Two twisted double cables of hair are formed at each side of the back of the head, crossing over at the front above the forehead, further enhancing the sense of movement and style.

The detailed depiction of the hair continues with an abundance of curls that fall in front of each ear and loop up around the tresses, framing the forehead.

At the back of the head, finely curled strands of hair are arranged across the nape of the neck, extending towards the back of the ears, just below the twisted cables.

This attention to detail reflects the Greek sculptor’s ability to render hair with lifelike precision, highlighting their technical skill and understanding of human form.

The facial features of the sculpture are also clearly modeled, with hollow eyes intended to hold inlays, adding to the realism and depth of expression.

The head is mounted, standing at a height of 7 7/8 inches (20 cm), and offers a glimpse into the refined artistry of ancient Greece, reflecting both the aesthetic ideals of the time and the skill of the artisans who created these timeless works of art.

#Greek bronze head #greek gods #apollo #classical Greek sculpture #sculpture #hairstyle #ancient greece #artisan #work of art #timeless #refined artistry #technical skills #human form #ancient civilizations

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bardic-tales · 23 days ago

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Steel and Shadows - Biker AU - Chapter 1

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Summary: Bianca Moore, an author seeking inspiration in the underworld of Midgar, steps into Seventh Heaven for research, only to find herself entangled in a dangerous game of power and control with Sephiroth.

Pairing: Bianca Moore(f!OC) x Sephiroth

Possible Trigger Warnings: Alcohol consumption, cigarettes, criminal activity, dominance/submission dynamics, intimidation, mention of past trauma, power imbalance, psychological tension, smoking, toxic attraction, violence.

Location: Midgar, the Planet

“This is the place,” she thought to herself, as she looked down at the paper again with several characteristics of the type of man she would be looking for, and, then, at the ramshackle bar with the extended, weathered pecan porch. Several burly men with bushy beards leaned against the railing, as their tight leather vests stretched across their broad chests and shoulders.

The low hum of emerald neon lights buzzed above Bianca Moore as she stood outside Seventh Heaven. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her her leather bag, as the cool leather caressed her fingertips. The bar sat nestled on the corner of a dimly lit street. Its worn wooden sign barely illuminated by the flickering glow of a streetlamp overhead, casting a soft glow over the concrete sidewalk and her delicate features.

To the untrained eye, this bar was just another hole-in-the-wall joint, but Bianca knew better. She opened her purse, placing the small sticky note deep within the pockets and shouldered the leather bag. This place was the meeting ground of Midgar’s most dangerous players: the place where men with gasoline in their veins and blood on their hands came to drink, deal, and dominate.

She took a deep breath, steadying the flutter in her chest. This was how it always started when she started a new project. This wasn’t fear. No, she never feared starting a new work: especially after a heartbreaking four year block after a serious breakup. This was not fear; it was anticipation and excitement.

“Bia, you don’t have to do this.” Cloud’s voice was rough and edged with irritation. She had twisted his arm for him to come with her, helping her experience this world of fast bikes and danger. He stood beside her with his arms crossed against his black knitted turtle-neck-covered chest. His blond spikes dulled by the dim light overhead.

He frowned. Cloud had been against this from the moment she brought it up two months ago, but he had learned long ago that the more he protested, the more Bianca was drawn to the allure of the risks. He had gotten out of that world, only for her to pull him back in.

“You worry too much,” Bianca teased. Her crimson-painted lips tilted aloft in a widening smile. At this moment, she really didn’t care what Cloud thought, as she was experiencing that high from pursuing a new story.

She looked away for a moment at the bikes lined up next to the sidewalk. Steel glimmered beneath the muted lighting, but there was one sports bike that stood out among the rest. It towered over the lesser vehicles.

The black metal glowed menacingly, dominating the smaller bikes.

The jagged chrome stripe on the bike’s full-fairing body reflected Bianca’s visage: her soft brown of her eyes and her long, wavy midnight tresses brushing against the soft slope of her neck and tumbling over her shoulders.

Bianca ran a hand through the locks, pushing several strands falling in front of her eyes off of her face while Cloud watched and frowned at her. “I don’t know why you’re so worried. It’s just research.”

“Remember Dimetri?”

Rolling her eyes, Bianca reached for the door handle. The brass handle felt moist to her touch, as she turned the knob and pushed the wooden door with black slats crossing it open.

The air was thick with the scent of old whiskey and stale cigarette smoke, choking in its intensity and making her head swarm. The faintest hint of gasoline clinging to the leather-clad bodies that filled the bar. It was darker than she expected. The overhead lights dimmed so that the brightest glow came from the neon signs behind the bar. A jukebox in the corner crackled with a bluesy tune, barely audible over the low murmur of voices and the occasional clatter of pool balls.

Bianca adjusted her cream-colored coat, walking deeper into the room as Cloud trailed behind her like an irritated shadow. The patrons barely spared her a glance. At least, not at first. Men with broad shoulders and worn, black leather jackets hunched over drinks. Their conversations murmured in conspiratorial tones. Women were the first ones to noticed her, as they draped themselves over muscled arms, whispering in ears and exchanging lazy, painted, predatory smiles.

This was their world, and she was stepping into it like a trespasser. With her ruby-red polished nails, her black slacks, and a soft, warm sweater, Bianca felt as if she didn’t belong. She didn’t. This wasn’t her world where a warm espresso and cinnamon warmed her hands; this was a rough and tumble crowd where fights between burly men and women often broke out.

From behind the bar, Tifa glanced up. Her sharp red eyes narrowed slightly, hiding behind thick, dark eyelashes. She wasn’t unfriendly, per say. Her gaze bore into Bianca’s darker one as she swirled the inside of the whiskey glass with a white rag. She was just assessing. A protective energy clung to her like armor. Her other bartender’s towel slung over her left shoulder like a weapon.

“New face,” the other dark haired woman remarked. “You lost?”

“Not lost.” After Bianca slid onto a barstool, she crossed her slim legs and rested her arms against the counter. She had to play the part and observe. This was one of her favorite things as a novelist: the people watching. “Just curious.”

“Curiosity can be dangerous around here.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Cloud groaned behind her, but, like she did when he mentioned Dimitri, Bianca ignored him. Instead, she glanced around, absorbing every detail and conversation. This was what she had come for: the raw, unfiltered energy of a world that existed in the shadows of the city, a muse for the work she hoped to complete before the summer’s end.

And then, she felt it: a shift, a ripple through the air, as if the very fabric of the bar had tightened around a single presence. She felt a presence staring at her.

As she turned her head to the side, she met a pair of cold, cyan, feline-like eyes. For a brief moment, she thought that the owner of the eyes was wearing contacts. Those eyes couldn’t have been real, but they were.

He sat in the back corner of the bar, at a table that was obviously too small for him. His knees bumped together under the table, as smoke circled around his head. His presence was somehow sharper and more defined than anyone else in the room.

This man didn’t lounge like the others. No. He commanded the space around him. Long, silver hair cascaded over the shoulders of his midnight, black leather coat. With every movement, the dim lighting from the overhead metal lamps cast a glossy sheen over him. His long and elegant fingers lightly on a crystal glass filled with amber-colored liquor, though the man hadn’t taken a sip.

He was watching her. A shiver ghosted down Bianca’s spine: not from fear but from something far more intoxicating. It was something that she never felt before, something far more than fear. Interest.

“You don’t belong here.” His voice was quiet — almost a whisper — but it cut through the background noise with lethal precision. This man was used to be in control. It screamed from the way he commanded her attention.

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze without question. “So, I’ve been told.”

He exhaled a slow breath. For the briefest second, she could read the amusement — the subtle corner of his lips flicking up in an almost smile — but it was gone, slipping beneath his unreadable mask. The man sat back in his seat, tapping his finger against the rim of his glass. “If you’re looking for danger, you’re found it.”

Bianca arched a slender, well-sculpted brow. “Who are you?”

“Sephiroth, and I know who you are, Miss Author. Bianca Moore, the woman who makes a career of selling cheap, dime-store romances.” His lips curved upward now into a knowing smirk. “You’re biting off more than you can chew here.”

“That sounds an awful lot like a warning.”

“It is.”

Tifa shot Bianca a sharp, warning glance, her deep red eyes flashing with a silent plea for restraint. Her lips pressed into a firm line as she subtly shook her head. Strands of her dark hair, loosely framing Tifa’s face, swayed slightly as she shifted her weight. The dim, amber glow of the bar lights caught the faint sheen of sweat on her brow.

This was the look of someone who had seen tempers flare too many times before. It was a silent but urgent command not to test the boundaries of the man before them. Bianca understood immediately— whatever fire she was playing with— Tifa was urging her to step back before it burned her.

However, Bianca had never been the type of woman who backed down from a challenge: especially when it concerned her research for a new manuscript, especially after such a long creative block.

“I think I can handle handle myself.” She could feel Cloud leering behind her, urging her to not engage with Sephiroth.

Once more, his lips curled at the edges. It wasn’t quite a smile. It was a little too wide and a little too bright: almost like he was a predator who was watching prey wander too close, only a second before his jaws would snap shut.

“Is that so?” he mused.

“I don’t scare easily.”

A heavy silence stretched between them, charging with something electric beneath. Around them, the bar carried on as usual: obvious to the game that was being played by this man and herself. Except for Cloud. Cloud had gone rigid beside her. His entire body wound tight like a coiled spring ready to snap at the slightest provocation, but Bianca barely noticed.

She was drowning in those inhumane green eyes, the kind of color that belong to the ocean and venomous things. They were reminiscent of a panther, and that was what he was was, as he studied and watched her every move. He shifted shifted slightly, mirroring her own head tilt.

“You’re not here for the drinks,” he said. “You’re watching. Studying.”

Her fingers curled against the bar. This man was too preceptive for her own good. He could see through her bravado to the depths of her soul and motivations. Sephiroth wasn’t a normal man. That much was sure. “I’m a writer. I like to get things right.”

His eyes darkened. The shadows shifting in their depths like a brewing storm. Something unreadable passed through them: calculated, dangerous, and assessing. The weight of his gaze made the air between them heavy and thick with unspoken tension.

“And what are you trying to get right?” There was a slight edge to his words.

She hesitated, sending that whatever answer she would give him he would dissect it and turn it over in his mind like a predator toying with its prey before the bite to the windpipe. “Power. Control.”

He let out a mirthless chuckle: so quiet and empty of real amusement. “And you thought a bar filled with actual criminals was a good place to start?”

As she refused to let him see the way his presence was a bit unnerving, she shrugged. “They say the best best stories come from the most dangerous places.”

His bright gaze flickered downward, dragging over her slowly. It wasn’t a lecherous or dismissive look. No, he was reading her the way one might study a map before a battle, searching for weak points and deciding how much of a threat she posed to him and his world. If any at all.

“You don’t know what you’re playing with,” he said after a moment. His voice was quieter now, almost thoughtful, and almost lost in the din from the other bikers. “Men like me don’t make good characters in fairytales.”

Bianca bit her inner cheek, as she often did when she was nervous or excited. “Who said I’m writing a fairytale?”

Something shifted in him, subtle but noticeable to her. He lifted his glass and took a slow sip, before he sat the empty glass on the wooden counter-top. Then, without a word, he stood.

He was taller than she expected: taller than anyone in the room, actually. He easily was over six foot five inches. And his presence now? It was an overwhelming force of nature up close. The raw power of his movements was precise, honed, and restrained like a lion gazing at an antelope, knowing that it didn’t need to rush the kill.

When he stepped forward, she realized she held her breath, waiting for his next words.

He leaned in close, close enough that she caught the faintest scent of gasoline on his skin and a heavy cologne that made her head swim. “Stay out of my world, Miss Author.”

Bianca’s pulse hammered at the base of her throat. Her body screamed at her to react: fight, flee, or stay frozen with him so close to her. She did none of that. Turning her head, she met his gaze, even as her instincts warned her she was standing at the edge of something she didn’t understand or control.

But, then, as quickly as he had closed the distance, he stood back, turned, and walked away. The moment he left, the tension in the air snapped like a stretched wire finally breaking, leaving her breathless in the aftermath.

Tifa let out a slow breath, shaking her head. “I’d listen to him if I were you.”

Cloud, who had been silent the entire time, muttered under his breath. “This was a bad idea, Bia.”

Maybe, it was. She stared as Sephiroth opened the bar door and light filtered in the hazy room from outside. She savored the thrill of the encounter, as Cloud’s words echoed in her head. Bad ideas always made for the best stories, and now that she found the inspiration for her novel’s love interest, she couldn’t resist.

@themaradwrites @craftyhal @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon

@projecthypocrisy (since you're as excited as I am with this AU lol)

#oc: bianca moore - ff #character: sephiroth #sephiroth #opt: bianca / sephiroth #oc x canon #sephiroth x oc #final fantasy vii fan fiction #ff vii fan fiction #bardic tales #bardic-tales #fic: memories from the lifestream #au: canon divergence #au: biker #final fantasy 7 AU #lifes a queue

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mrsoharaa · 1 year ago

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Giggling while drunkenly, messily, making out with Miguel is what I could use right about now ngl. 😔

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Like you both just return home from a vibrant, lovely fun night out. A few drinks in and neither of you can get your needy hands off from one another.

His large, rough palms would roam up and down the venture of your curvy body, while yours trace up and down the strut of his firm, wide chest to the vast structure of his broad shoulders. Eventually your little fingers would curl up into the back hairs of his beautiful chestnut tresses.

His hungry lips would messily lap over yours with such inaccuracy and drive, sloppily mangling over yours and tripping occasionally over his large feet while still latching onto your hips. You'd break out into small fits of genuine giggles, feeling his warm full lips constantly try to stick onto your own, only to feel them slip past the velvety skin on either onto your flushed cheeks or your cute chin.

Your nails would weave gently into his wavy strands, tucking and tugging playfully as his frustrated grumbles would seep against your warm, soft flesh. Adding on to the cute little chortles that erupt from you. He's too cute.

His looming body would pin your back against the wall by the door.

"M-Miguel- you're b-being too *hic* frantic" you'd hiccup a small chuckle, feeling the warmth of his plush lips crease into the juncture of your jawline and neck. His hot breath permeating into the lush of your simulated skin.

"¡Ay, coño!...n-not frantic enough" his words slur out into rambled mumblings, hands pushing you more steadily, firmly against the solidity of the wall behind you, hips connecting with yours as his lips gradually find their way to the corner of your own. You'd simply giggle at his retort.

Heaves out another heavy, hot breath as he ghosts his lips just centimeters away from yours. Lidded irises of deep scarlet lazily, longingly, gazing down at you. Watching and noting every simple, little detail that was you.

Raises his left hand up to drape steadily around the structure of your neck, keeping you still against his weighted figure and the wall nestled behind you. Your hazy eyes finally meet his, a shimmer of intoxicated desire and endearment drowning your beautiful optics.

"Such a pretty l-laugh...you're so p-pretty, mi araña bonita" his breath husks heftily, leaning in closer to you as he pushes at the back of your neck to mold into his fevered lips. Strongly.

With added friction and steady firmness, Miguel made sure that his lips stayed connected with yours at all times. Swindling his tongue into the moisten cavern of your mouth, as he hums in delight to your acceptance for his sudden intrusion. His heart plummets every time he listens to a genuine giggle or muffled moan resonate from the depths of your throat.

Makes him become more needy and touchy with you.

#this one may be a littttle self indulgent #solely because I want to make out with him...while intoxicated #think that would be hilarious to see tbh lmao #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #atsv

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lachesismoonmist · 2 months ago

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JK Drabbles - One Shots #3 - Wait

Here's a collection of One-Shot stories involving JK. JK as husband, JK as boyfriend, JK as lover.

Some of them are scenes I wrote which didn't make it into my eventual stories,but were such fun to write I wanted to share them.

There are some chapters which are inspired by a song. I will include info on the song at the start of the chapter.

Each story is saved as an individual chapter.

Enjoy!

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook / Reader

Also posted on AO3

Masterlist for JK Drabbles - On Shots

#1 - Welcome Home #2 - Be My Slave #3 - Wait #4 - Days Without Incident

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Chapter 3: Wait - JK as boyfriend

Inspired by: “Wait” by Maroon 5

“Oh, let me apologize I'll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times Your love, I don't wanna lose I'm beggin', beggin', beggin', beggin', begging you Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, can we work things out, can we work things out? Just wait, can you call me please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you.”

(Look out for these lyrics and other lyrics from the song in the story!)

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The Wedding

It was a special occasion. You looked at your reflection in the full-length mirror. You were in an agave-green colored, floor-length dress. The luxe stretch satin draped your figure, accentuating your curves. The corset bodice had a draped off-the-shoulder soft cowl neckline with matching draped sleeves that showed off your full breasts. The thigh-high slit on the left gave enough room to move freely, and hell, it looked sexy when you moved as it offered glimpses of very toned thighs.

Your hair was half-tied up, with floral hair combs, the loose tresses flowing down your back in waves. You grimaced at the amount of make-up the make-up artiste had applied on you, but you grudgingly admitted it looked good. She managed to cover up the dark circles under your eyes and hide the fact that you looked a little tired.

You took a deep breath and picked up the silk flower bouquet from the side table. You paused to admire the silk flower bouquet, with ivory and emerald forest green roses fern with eucalyptus, peony and anemone.

You made your way to the main living room of the hotel suite. The space had been turned into a mini make-up studio. Your sister and mom were sharing a hug.

“I love you too Sweetie. Watch the tears! Don’t smear your make-up. It’s your big day today,” your mom was smiling, sniffling slightly as she gently held your sister’s face.

Your sister laughed, dabbing at her eyes. She looked so beautiful. Her A-line bridal gown had 3D flowers hand painted on. The illusion bodice had a sweetheart neckline, showing off her golden tan. Her blond streaked hair had a braid twisted with little flower crystals into a crown around a high bun, with her sun kissed wavy hair flowing down her back like a golden waterfall.

Your mom was in a lace and stretch satin dress with an illusion neckline and three-quarter sleeves. The fitted bodice was adorned with lace and there was a self-tie bow at the waist. She squeezed your arm and left the room to check on your dad.

Your sister pulled you into a hug. You closed your eyes, taking comfort in her embrace.

“I’m so proud of you, Chaeyi,” you said smiling at her. “You look so beautiful. Tae’s heart is going to stop when he sees you,” you teased her.

She laughed merrily. “I hope not, I kind of need him in one piece for this wedding.” Her smile softened as she held you by your upper arms and looked closely at you. “Are you okay, Y/N?”. Her brow furrowed in concern.

You refused to let your mood dampen her day. It’d been two weeks since your life got ripped apart. Two weeks since you had to move the boxes with all your belongings temporarily into your parent’s house as you’d not had not renewed the lease on your apartment. You pushed all those thoughts away. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. I’m just so happy for you!” You pulled her back into a hug as you tried to gain your composure. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Noona,” she whispered. Your heart squeezed at hearing her call you “Noona”. She hadn’t done that since you were teenagers, seeing as she was only two years younger than you were.

“Ok, enough, enough” you laughed. “You’re going to make us both cry.”

Just then, your dad popped his head into the room. “How’s my little….” He trailed off, staring at your sister. “Wow,” he said as he walked over to her. “You look like an angel, Sweetie,” he went up to her and put his hand to her cheek. “I can almost forgive you for making me this green suit.”

“But you look so handsome, Daddy,” you chuckled, reaching up to straighten his tie.

“Ah, both my girls look so beautiful today,” he smiled, taking your hands in his. “Chaeyi, you ready?”

Chaeyi nodded, picking up her bridal bouquet. She took a deep breath, then placed her hand in the crook of your dad’s elbow. You led the way out of the bridal suite and together made your way to the wedding hall.

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It wasn’t so much a hall as it was a large tent that had been set up on the hotel lawn. The entire area was decked in green leaves, white silk flowers and fairy lights. Pine-colored chairs with white and light green gauze bows were neatly arranged around round tables covered in luxurious ivory-colored tablecloths.

You paused outside the tent with the two other bridesmaids and Shieun, Tae’s little 8-year-old niece who was the flower girl.

The music started. The flaps to the tent were lifted, and Shieun walked slowly into the tent, scattering white rose petals as she went. You heard a chorus of “Awwws” at how cute she looked. The two bridesmaids followed. As the maid-of-honor, you were the last to enter before the bride.

Tae looked so handsome in his light greyish green suit. Agave green tie. White silk flowers in his lapel. His soft brown hair had been styled in waves. He smiled at you, giving you an encouraging nod. Then his eyes light up when he saw your sister. He smiled so widely his eyes crinkled.

Standing next to him was Namjoon. Your childhood friend. Tae and Namjoon had met in college and got along like a house on fire. They became close like brothers. In fact, it was during a trip to Oahu, Hawaii when Tae first saw your sister surfing. He fell for her hard. He said she looked like a goddess. Golden skin, golden hair, shining against the agave green waves. Being a surfer himself, he knew the waves at Oahu Pipeline could be deadly. But your sister was fearless. They hit it off right away. They even joked about having a beach wedding, but having sand everywhere wouldn’t make for a very comfortable wedding. They decided on an agave-green theme wedding, a tribute the waves where they first met.

Namjoon was in an agave green suit with a light green tie, the same as your Dad’s. Namjoon likewise looked very handsome. His hair looked neat, in contrast to his usual messy mop. He’d forgone his glasses in favor of contacts which he was usually too afraid to wear, but vanity had won out. Namjoon smiled at you, exaggeratingly giving you the once over, then pursing his lips to give you an air-kiss.

Next to him stood Yoongi, also in the agave green suit. He and Tae had been friends since high school. Yoongi was the definition of “strong and silent type”. He had an extremely dry and cutting sense of humor. He had a soft spot for you and your sister though. He was smiling widely too. To be honest, it was a little strange seeing him smile so much. You laughed a little at his gummy smile. He winked at you.

There was supposed to be a third groomsman. This person had even gotten his measurements taken for the agave green suit. But Tae stood up there with only two groomsmen. You tried not to dwell on that, instead focusing on the look of pure happiness on Tae’s face as he gazed adoringly at your sister.

She in turn looked at him with eyes full of love. You heard your Dad say gruffly “You take care of my little girl now, Tae.” Your sister leaned over to kiss your Dad on the cheek. “Thank you, Daddy, for everything.” Your Dad looked misty-eyed as he took your sister’s hand and placed it in Tae’s.

It was a beautiful ceremony. There was not a dry eye in the first two rows of guests. Your Mom was dabbing at her eyes. Your Dad had tears rolling down his cheeks unashamedly. Your Mom passed him her handkerchief, patting him on the back.

The lunch was exquisite. There were a few Hawaiian dishes, a nod at the place where it had all started. Lunch was over now. Everyone was either dancing or mingling, sipping champagne.

You felt a little uneasy. Like a tickling between your shoulder blades. You rolled your shoulders to ease the itch. Then noticed your mother giving someone a dirty look. Disapproval radiated off her. You turned to look at who she was frowning at.

Your heart clenched. It was him. You quickly looked around for your sister. She was dancing with Tae, both lost in their bubble of happiness. Your Dad was dancing with Shieun, lifting her and twirling her as she giggled. None of them had noticed the uninvited guest.

He was in a crisp, white, long-sleeved shirt and the agave green slacks tailored for the wedding. The white shirt showed off his broad, muscular shoulders and arms. The slacks hugged his muscular thighs and emphasized his slender waist. Dammit, he looked good. But he looked tired. His hair looked like he’d been running his hands through it over and over. Those puppy dog eyes that could melt the iciest of hearts didn’t have their usual sparkle. How dare he! How dare he use those puppy dog eyes on you! You stalked over to him.

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Jungkook was going out of his mind. The last two weeks had been torture. He decided he was going to fight for you. Especially after hearing some news that put the last two months in perspective.

He stepped into the tent. Celebrations were in full swing. He saw your sister dancing with Tae. Happiness written all over their faces. He saw your Dad dancing with Shieun. He saw your mom who was talking to someone. Then she moved a little and he saw that that someone was you.

You took his breath away. He’d never seen you in a dress that color. It complemented your complexion well. The dress clung to all your curves, which he followed hungrily with his eyes. He also noticed the slit in the dress, offering him a glimpse of your thighs. Those thighs that he remembered wrapped around his head as he ate you out. He shook his head to clear away his wayward thoughts.

Your hair was half-tied up, looking very chic yet relaxed. You were wearing a lot more make-up than usual. Which wasn’t surprising, you being the maid of honor and all. He didn’t think you needed make up. You were naturally beautiful. Your heart-shaped face, long wavy brown hair, perfectly arched eyebrows, big brown eyes, long eyelashes, high cheekbones, flawless complexion, plump pink lips.

He would always remember the first time he’d seen you. It was at a Veterinary Conference. During the tea break, he’d been chatting with a friend when he saw you. He’d frozen, mouth open. He’d stopped mid-sentence, a half-eaten finger sandwich halfway to his mouth. You looked more like a model than a vet. Not those stick-thin all skin and bones models. The curvy Victoria Secrets type model. He could tell you were athletic, based on the muscle tone in your arms, and the way your jeans hugged your legs. He made it his mission to talk to you and get your number.

He felt attracted to you. Like there was a gravitational pull and he was caught in it. You always had this way of capturing his attention, making everything else fade away. He always knew when you entered a room. His eyes would automatically be drawn to you. He recalled fondly that first conversation he had with you. You’d both talked about your work, sharing your unusual cases. You had an animated conversation about the consistency of poop, animal poop that is. Then you’d both looked down at the small chocolate lava cake you had on your plate and burst out laughing.

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You looked tired. You had tension lines – your forehead was a little creased. You were smiling but your smile didn’t reach your eyes. You always had a glow about you. Your eyes would be shining. But not today. There was no glow, as if a lantern had been shuttered. Your eyes were not shining. He felt a tightness in his chest and a burning in his gut, knowing he was the cause of your pain. His insides twisted. He cursed himself for not seeking you out sooner. He hoped it wasn’t too late.

You’d stalked over to him, eyes blazing. “You have some nerve, gatecrashing my sister’s wedding!” you hissed. “Don’t you know better than to show up uninvited? What the hell do you want? Haven’t you done enough?” Your fists were clenched. You sounded angry, but behind it he could tell you were keeping a tight rein on your emotions. He saw you blinking. He knew you’d cry when you got very angry, and you were holding it all in.

“I came to fight for you, Y/N. I’m not giving up on us.”

You blinked. Your mouth opened and closed, like a goldfish’s. “There is no ‘us’, Jeon Jungkook,” you said in low, seething voice. “You’d better leave now. You’re not welcome here.” Your voice trembled. He saw your composure slip, your face starting to scrunch up. You turned on your heel to walk away.

“Wait! Y/N!” Jungkook was startled that you’d just stalked off. “Can you turn around? Y/N? Just wait!”

You pretended not to hear him and hurried away. Thank God for the slit in your skirt and the stretchy material of your dress. Your movement wasn’t hampered as you crossed the lawn to make your way back to the hotel suite. Your tears had spilled over, despite you digging your nails into your palms to try to stem the flow. You wiped away the tears, knowing you’d have to deal with the stains later to make yourself presentable.

Jungkook hurried after you. He saw you wiping away your tears. His stomach twisted. He’d do anything to ease your pain. He’d give anything to hold you again. He’d beg, grovel, crawl just to see you smile at him.

He’d almost caught up with you when you reached the suite. He managed to catch hold of the door before it slammed shut. You hadn’t noticed that he’d entered the room behind you. You sat down on the sofa, covering your face, sobbing. His heart broke into a million pieces. He’d never seen you cry so hard. Not even that day two weeks ago when you walked out.

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The Fight

Two weeks ago

You’d just gone back to his apartment after celebrating a friend’s birthday at their favorite club. He’d showered and had just finished making hot chocolate. Your favorite pre-bedtime beverage. It also helped settle his stomach after he’d had too much to drink.

“Baby, chocolate’s ready!”

You emerged from the room. Your face was white. You were holding his phone in your hand. He looked at you in alarm.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” he reached out and held your arm.

“Don’t ‘Baby’ me,” you hissed, yanking your arm out of his hold. You thrust the phone at him. His WhatsApp was open. He had two messages from Yena. His heart sank. You’d just had a big fight about this three weeks ago.

You had accused him of welcoming Yena’s advances. She’d been hitting on him while you were all at a club. Everyone had had a few rounds of drinks. Yena was Jungkook’s client. A very rich and attractive one. She said she was interested in his research on natural remedies for pets and wanted to fund him. She was obviously interested in more than his research. She’d started sending him messages daily. Good morning. Goodnight. He never replied unless it had to do with the research. You’d noticed that she’d always touch him whenever they were together. A hand on his chest. Lingering on his bicep. Patting him on the cheek when she teased him. Smiling flirtatiously at him. Undressing him with her eyes.

Yena had gone as far as to post photos of her and Jungkook taken at events like research seminars on Insta. There were even a few taken at the club. They looked very close in the photos.

He said you were reading too much into things. That you were must being jealous and suspicious. He turned around and accused you of leading Namjoon on. You’d scoffed, saying Namjoon was your childhood friend, like a brother. Jungkook was incredulous that you didn’t know how Namjoon felt about you. Namjoon took every opportunity to touch you. Hug you. You were an extremely touchy-feely person, so Namjoon’s touches were nothing out of the ordinary for you. But Jungkook had noticed the way Namjoon’s gaze lingered on you. How his touches were a tad longer than appropriate, and in areas that went beyond “brotherly” ones.

You’d both shouted at each other for a while, until you stopped to catch your breath. Jungkook had walked over to you and hugged you. You had flailed against him, beating your fists on his chest. He just hugged you tighter. He said he was sorry. He said he loved you and trusted you. You told him you loved and trusted him too. Jungkook said he would tell Yena to only message him about the research and to keep things strictly professional. He also said he’d be less suspicious of Namjoon. You said you would try to keep your jealousy in check, and remember it was entirely one-sided. You’d also try to be more aware of your interactions with Namjoon, and to stop him if he did anything mildly inappropriate.

Namjoon had always been a sore point for Jungkook. When you and Jungkook had first started dating two and a half years ago, Jungkook had noticed how Namjoon would sometimes brood when Jungkook and you were together. Namjoon was quick to put on a smile ready whenever you interacted with him. Jungkook saw this quick change of expression on Namjoon’s face many times. You never saw it. He’d mentioned it to you, but you’d brushed it off assuring him that you treated Namjoon like a brother. That you only wanted him, Jeon Jungkook. You’d given him a mind-blowing blowjob to prove your point. Jungkook was convinced.

Over time, Namjoon seemed to have resigned himself to the fact that you were with Jungkook now, and it was serious. Jungkook had asked you to move in with him and you’d agreed. It was only over the last couple of weeks that Jungkook noticed Namjoon seemed to be renewing his efforts to get closer to you.

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With a great feeling of dread, Jungkook looked at the messages from Yena.

“That kiss we shared was so electric, Kook. Your arms caging me in, your big hands on my body. Here’s a little photo for you so that you’ll dream of me tonight. I’ll be dreaming of you.”

The photo was one of Yena topless. Her long hair covering one breast, while she held the other breast in hand, posing for the camera.

He looked up in panic.

“You kissed her?” you asked, your voice rough with emotion.

“Y/N, it was a mistake! We’d all drunk a lot! She came on to me in the corridor outside the men’s room. She kissed me! I drunkenly kissed her back, but then I stopped and pushed her away! I never touched her! I said I’m in love with you! We are moving in together!”

“You kissed her back, Jungkook! Tell me, did you enjoy it? Was it a thrill to kiss someone who’s not your girlfriend?!? How long has this been happening?!? Were you even going to tell me?” Your voice was getting louder and louder.

“Oh, you’re one to talk! I saw Namjoon kiss you on the cheek other day and you just smiled at him! Then he kissed you again and you just laughed! Tell me there’s nothing going on!”

The fight escalated to the point you were screaming at each other. Your hands balled into fists, your eyes watery. Then he said something he would regret saying forever. He knew that you’d broken up with your ex, Jimin, over something similar. Jimin had been cheating on you. You’d suspected it, and would often ask him where he was, who he was with. Jimin had accused you of being needy, jealous and suffocating. When you tailed him and caught him with his pants down (literally), you’d broken it off. But that relationship left deep scars. You’d found it hard to open up and trust someone with your heart. Jungkook thought he’d managed to gain your trust.

“Maybe if you weren’t so jealous and needy, Jimin wouldn’t have cheated on you!”

You stood there, shocked into silence. He knew for a fact that Jimin had already been cheating on you, even before you’d started questioning him on his whereabouts. Jungkook knew what he said was a low blow, but he had said it in a fit of anger. Now he couldn’t take it back.

You looked at him with so much hurt on your face, he felt like dying inside. Your tears spilled over, running down your cheeks. But he was hurt too. Hurt that you still didn’t trust him. Hurt that you were so quick to accuse him of not being faithful.

You closed your eyes, tears still flowing. When you opened them, there was a hardness in your look that sent chills down Jungkook’s spine.

“I’ll cancel with the movers. Tell them they don’t need to pick up my stuff tomorrow.” You turned to leave his apartment.

“But,… but,…” Jungkook was reeling from what you just said. His brain couldn’t process what was happening right now. “Where are you going to stay?” he blurted out.

“It’s not your problem anymore,” you whispered and left. Jungkook was shell-shocked. You’d left! His first instinct was to run after you. But them he remembered, you didn’t trust him. Maybe you just couldn’t trust anyone. How did things go so badly so fast? He poured himself a whiskey, his thoughts whirling. He passed out after his third glass.

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The Revelation

He approached you slowly. You looked up at him. There was no spark of anger left. Your shoulders slumped in complete defeat. His heart went out to you, the desire to hold and comfort you overcoming his trepidation and fear of being rejected. He pulled you up onto your feet and put his arms around you. You didn’t even struggle. You continued to cry. He didn’t say anything. Just held you and stroked your hair.

When you’d calmed down, he drew back to look at you. Your make-up was ruined, your eyes puffy, your face flushed. You still looked beautiful.

“Y/N, I meant what I said. I’m here to fight for you.”

You shook your head, sitting back down on the sofa. Eyes closed, one hand on your forehead.

“Y/N, just listen to me okay? It’ll all become clear once I finish what I have to say. Please, I’m begging you,” he pleaded, taking both your hands in his.

You sighed and nodded. Jungkook related how Namjoon and Yena had been conspiring for weeks to break you up. Jungkook only found out because Yena had gotten drunk at the club again the day before. Jungkook’s co-worker had overhead her gloating about having broken you and Jungkook up just in time before your sister’s wedding.

Yena wanted Jungkook to herself. She’d noticed how Namjoon looked at you and had approached him with a scheme to break you and Jungkook up. She said Jungkook hadn’t been taking her calls since the break-up, but she could wait. She’d be there to help him get over his heartbreak. She was confident he’d be hers in no time.

Namjoon on his part would try to get closer to you, hoping to drive a wedge between you and Jungkook. He made sure to be especially affectionate when Jungkook was around. He popped in at your workplace with coffee and muffins almost every other day. He made sure to text you a few times a day with funny memes and stories about friends who ended up as lovers.

You couldn’t believe it. You shook your head. You got up and paced. “Namjoon has been one of my best friends since we got out of diapers. I can’t believe he would stoop so low.”

“He was desperate, Y/N. We were going to move in together. He had to do something. Didn’t you notice, he was hanging around you more after I’d started working with Yena?” Jungkook had considered confronting Namjoon about it, but he didn't want to spoil your sister's wedding.

You thought about it. It was all starting to make sense now. All those little things Yena did to seed the idea that Jungkook was cheating on you. How Namjoon had seemed to be always around. He’d even mentioned that he was already in love with someone when you’d all been talking about falling in love and settling down. You hadn’t noticed that he had looked at you with longing when he said it.

It felt like a cloud had been lifted. Your thoughts were still running a mile a minute. You looked at Jungkook, who had walked up to you and taken your hands in his again.

“Y/N, let me apologize. I’m so, so sorry for those horrible things I said to you. I know it’s something I can’t undo. I was hurt that you didn’t trust me, but I realize that wasn’t your fault. I know I also hurt you when I didn’t trust you when you said you didn’t have feelings for Namjoon.” He took a deep breath. He moved his hands up to cup your face gently.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I can’t lose you. Give me a chance. Can we work things out? I’ll make up for all those times I hurt you. I wanna be with you, Y/N. You’re it for me. Tell me it’s not too late. I should have fought for you earlier. Please. Y/N, I’m begging you. Give us a chance.” He looked deep into your eyes, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones.

You stared back at him. Your look was soft now. You saw the love in his eyes. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

Jungkook was startled by your sudden move but then held your face more tightly as he kissed you back. His lips moved over yours. It was bliss. He slanted his lips over yours, deepening the kiss. He licked your lower lip, asking for entry. You parted your lips on a sigh. He slipped his tongue in, his tongue dancing with yours. You tasted sweet. Well, a little salty because of the tears. But sweet. It was a nectar he was addicted to.

Your arms reached up to wind around his shoulders as he pulled you closer. Your body flushed against his. His erection rubbed against your lower belly. He pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall. Being in his arms again felt so good. Your body reacted. Your nipples were hard when he pulled down the front of your dress to gain access to your breasts. He squeezed your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples, pressing open mouthed kisses along your jaw.

You clawed at his belt, undoing it. You unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, reaching into his boxer briefs to grab his hard cock. You gave it a few pumps. He reached into the slit of your dress and pulled your knee up, opening you up to him. He pumped his cock with one hand, using the other hand to push your panties to one side. He bent slightly, positioned his cock at your entrance and drove all the way in.

You moaned. He moaned. “So wet, Baby,” he groaned. This was what Heaven must feel like. This feeling of completeness. Of being whole. He reached down to grab your ass, pulling you up. You wrapped your legs around his hips. He thrust hard into you, his body pinning yours to the wall. Your hands went into his silky hair. He sucked at the skin near your collarbone.

“Miss. This. So. Much,” he grunted as he started thrusting faster and harder. You felt your muscles tensing up. “Harder, Kook, I’m close” you said breathily. He pounded into you a few more times, then your world shattered. He bit down on your neck as you came, making your body arch against his, your hands pulling on his hair as you cried out his name. A few more sloppy thrusts and he climaxed too.

He held you close, breathing in your scent. “I love you,” he said, kissing your neck. He slowly lowered your legs till you could stand up on your own.

“I love you too, Kook,” you said, looking into his eyes. “I never stopped loving you.”

You adjusted your dress, pulling up the front and pulling down the skirt while Jungkook tucked himself back into his briefs and buckled his belt.

“Move in with me,” Jungkook said, putting his arms around you again. “I’ll get the movers to get your things from your parent’s house tomorrow. Let me start making it up to you. I’ll make you breakfast in bed every day,” he offered, kissing you all over your face, making you laugh. You nodded, smiling.

“Oh, another thing,” he added. You stilled your movements. “I told Yena that I don’t want to work with her anymore.”

“But your funding…” you started protesting.

Jungkook clamped his hand over your mouth to stop you from talking. “I can do without it. There’s no way I can continue working with a conniving bitch like her,” he said with conviction, prompting you to hold his face and draw him into a deep kiss.

“Ahem….” Someone cleared their throat loudly.

Jungkook and you stopped kissing, startled, turning to look at the person who’d just walked in.

“Sooooo…., “ your sister said, looking between the two of you. Her eyes drifted to the small hickey on your collarbone. She took in your flushed faces. Your lipstick on Jungkook’s lips. The rumpled state of your skirt. Jungkook’s messy hair. With a straight face, she pointed at Jungkook, “Your fly’s undone, Tiger,”. She chortled when Jungkook hastily zipped himself up.

“Everything ok, Y/N?” she asked you, a world of meaning behind her simple question.

You smiled at her. “Yes.” You didn’t have to say anything beyond that. That smile. The sparkle in your eyes. It was enough to tell her you were okay. Things were okay. It looked like you and Jungkook were back together.

“Well, you better hustle. We’re going to cut the cake. You’ve been missing for half an hour,” she snickered.

You blushed prettily at that, patting your hair. “Give me 5 minutes to touch up my make-up.”

“Ok,” she laughed at you. “Oh, and Jungkook, I suggest you comb your hair and wipe Y/N’s lipstick off your lips. No need to give our guests more to gossip about besides that hickey on Y/N’s collarbone,” she chortled as she left the room.

You freshened up quickly, grabbing some tissues to wipe the cum dripping down the inside of your thigh. You even tried applying some foundation on the hickey to hide it. But now there was a strange patch of foundation on the area. You tried to wipe it lightly, but now the hickey could just be seen. You gave up. Jungkook at least was successful in combing his hair and wiping off any traces of your lipstick.

“Shall we?” Jungkook asked, holding out his hand. You nodded, taking his big hand in yours. Jungkook swore he would never let you go.

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For those who love pix, here are some links!

MC’s sister’s bridal gown

MC’s Agave Green Bridesmaid’s Dress

MC’s Mom’s dress

Groom and Groomsmen’s green and grey suits

Bride’s Bouquet

Maid of Honor's Bouquet

Bride's Hair

MC’s hair

Wedding Cake and Color Scheme

Wedding Tentage on Lawn

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lamaery · 1 year ago

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have you read The Lost Metal yet? would you consider doing Twinsoul for an Inktober?

I have and I did. :D

27 - spores

Since Prasanva or Twinsoul kind of fit the inktober prompt, so yeah, why not? This here obviously took some inspiration from @botanica_xu s version of him. He is a lovely and pleasant character. His tea cup ended up looking a bit like Tress‘ ones and from that the story was spun of Hoid at a paint your ceramic thing shop, making a series of cups to present random nice people in the cosmere. And how he probably gave that to someone in the Ghostbloods because he suspected it would piss their leader off, if he knew it was a present from him. 😄 maybe there’s a cup in for every colour. I wonder who has the others.

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Charakter sketch for Prasanva or Twinsoul from the waist up, depicting him as a small, old, wiry man, with brown skin and a fluffy white beard around his mouth and chin. He as a receding hairline, but here are still, a short mane of wavy, white hair wafting of the back of his head. He wears a dress shirt, neck tied with a yellow ascot, under an orange vest with a paisley pattern. A long necklace of pink stone beads hangs around his neck. In one hand he olds a tea cup with a small pink butterfly over a pinke ocean waves. The other he holds up over his head, long, rose colored crystals jutting from his thumb and index finger holding a tiny ball of metal between them. He critically gazes at that ball through specs made form the same crystal, which have formed on his face, crystalline vines leading like veins up to the construct glasses.

#cosmere #mistborn era two #mistborn era 2 spoilers #prasavana #twinsoul #ghostbloods #character art #the lost metal #procreate #cosmere inktober #cosmere inktober 2023 #spoiler #spores #described

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zaiixoxoo · 6 months ago

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Pairing: HoodShurixFemReader. {Pt 2}

Warnings: Or@l sex, Praising, Degrading, Biting, Use of !Str@p, Blood drinking, Violence, Dirty Talk, “Princess, Baby, good girl, her Mamas, her Baby.” kinks, etc.

Background: The sun had already sunk into the horizon, leaving the sky a mixture of dark blue and black, with stars that twinkled softly above. The neighborhood was pretty active on a Friday night, with people making plans, going out, and just enjoying themselves in general. You were hella Lonely, bored. Why not go out? Enjoy yourself, go wild, get all drunk, maybe you’ll even find a pleaser.

@shurismainbxtch @shurislover @shurisbathwater @shuriszn @axailslink @prettymrswright @inmyheadimobsessed @ihearttish @babyboiboyega @bbbbbbrilliantly @desswright29 @gweelczz @kisskourt @sapphicvqmpires @lesbianlores @damisarki

One week later, after you and Shuri’s encounter, you found yourself avoiding her and you blocked her number AND deleted her contact. It was supposed to be a one night stand… right? but As you were out and about, it did not take long for Shuri to find you. Despite the three days you had spent trying to avoid her, Shuri had eyes everywhere. Whether it be on the street, where her men would keep her informed, or at your home—She saw everything and everyone. For as much as you tried, it was not easy to avoid her.

So imagine your surprise with how easily she managed to get to you.

It was Around 12:00 am at night, and You had just finished running errands, and Also being over another Nigga’s house. You smelled Exactly like his ass too. but Sadly, you were too damn high from the blunt you had just smoked a few minutes ago, not even knowing you smelled like another man.

He was a average lookin’ nigga too, his name was Naveen and he gave good head, but that Dick size was a hell to the no. Y’know, Naveen from princess and the frog? Yeah, real cute. But damn, what the fuck will Shuri think about the fact that you just been just giving yo’ shit away to some average ass nigga? She ain’t taking THAT news too well. Especially when she was the one having you all whiny and begging to be taken care of.

You were too lost in thought, to even see that She had been patient, waiting in the dark on your couch, since the moment you had walked through the door. She knew about your tryst with another man, and it only made her grow even more possessive than she had been before. She was ready to pounce, just waiting for the right chance to get you alone.

And now that time had come.

“I don’t appreciate you smellin’ like another man Mama. you know that though right?.”

Shuri’s voice rang out, cutting through the silence without hesitation. She didn’t bother standing, choosing to remain seated as if it were her throne. Her arm was sprawled out along the back of the couch, an aura of dominance radiating from her with ease.

It was the fact you had the Audacity to dress up for His ass. Your outfit, a dark blue velvet number, was anything but modest. The short dress clung lovingly to your curves, emphasizing your ample assets and leaving little to the imagination. Every movement you made seemed to ripple through the fabric, making the jewels on your nails glitter in the light.

Your hair framed your face in a way that perfectly accentuated your natural beauty. The honey brown tresses were wavy, with a loose pattern that seemed to caress your face. Long and flowing, the ends rested gently just above your shoulders, their weight adding to the air of seduction and mystery that enveloped you.

The air seemed to thicken with the scent of your perfume, a perfect blend of vanilla and coco butter that was enough to leave anyone intoxicated by your presence.

Shuri loved how you Looked, but the fact that it was for him pissed her off.

Your head snapped at the voice, seeing the dark figure sitting in your couch, with a bottle of Hennessy in their hand.

She brought one arm out to gesture to your figure. That same hand lifted the bottle of Hennessy to her lips, taking another slow sip before lowering it back to the couch.

“You been ghostin’ me Mama.”

She accused, giving you a glare as she put the blunt aside and turned her body slightly towards you. Even then, there was no mistaking the tone in her voice. You could hear the thinly veiled possessiveness laced through it.

“Don’t you know that you belong to me? Well I thought you did Mami, but you hurt my soul givin’ my Pussy to some other Nigga, and dressing so fucking Pretty for em’. Naveen is it?”

You knew She was making fun of Naveen, and hated every second of it.

“First off, how the FUCK did you get into my Shit? And No, I don’t belong to you Shuri it was just a One time thing okay? I was needy.. and horny. I didn’t think you would take this shit seriously.. and how the fuck do you know I’ve been with another man?” You asked arching a eyebrow.

Shuri just laughed softly, because your tone was hella outta line, and because she trying to be nice and hold back her anger.

“Who are you talking to Mama? Don’t you remember who had you moaning my name? Don’t you remember who had you acting like the needy Slut you are? Let’s not forget how you had your legs wide open like a messy fucking whore for me Sithanwa Sam.”

You wanted to open your mouth to speak, to oblige, to back yourself up, but the words died in your throat because it was True.

But when She got up to turn that light on, WHEW.. you almost lost your damn mind at how good she looked.

As she stood before you, the light illuminating her features, you couldn't help but gasp at the sight.

Her scalp braids were styled back into a neat bun, adorned with a single gold ring. The fang grills in her mouth glistened as she spoke or smiled, adding an enigmatic edge to her sharp features. Her eyes, red irises surrounded by a deep crimson, were captivating in their intensity. Her nose piercing and the fresh Xhosa tattoos on her hands only added to her edgy allure.

She was a vision of both beauty and power, her entire aura radiating a magnetic charisma that was impossible to ignore. She moved with confidence and assurance, her presence filling the room and demanding your attention.

Even with her simple outfit of a Black hoodie, black sweats, and black and white Nike dunks, she still managed to look like a Fine ass Woman.

The Hennessy bottle hung loosely from her fingertips, an accessory to her overall look. She took another slow sip, her lips curving into a smile that revealed the gleam of her fang grills.

She was perfection in every sense of the word, a true force to be reckoned with.

“Shuri look, what me and you had was a one time thing, we ain’t a thing Shuri. Please leave my damn house and leave me alone.”

You tried to make it sound like a demand but it really sounded timid, which made Shuri crack a small smirk.

“You seem a lil scared to get me outta yo’ house Mamas. You scared I’m gon’ do sumn’ to you?”

Shuri’s smirk faded as she Went back to being serious.

“You think I don’t see how easy you give yourself away Umntwana?”

She took a slow drag from her blunt, inhaling the smoke and holding it in for a moment before blowing it out with a sigh. Her eyes were on you, not at all leaving your figure in spite of the lingering tension in the air.

“What are you saying? I’m a hoe or sumn?! Well I can do whatever the fuck I want to. you ain’t nobody to be worrying about who the fuck I’m with and that Concludes Naveen.” You snarled sternly.

Her lip twitched to a smirk in the dim light, a flicker of mockery flashing across her face. She stood from her spot on the couch, moving towards you with slow and calculated strides.

“That’s where you hella wrong, babygirl. And who said you was a hoe Mamas? Pfft… anyway, The only thing that nigga can give you is head, but I bet he can’t Pound and abuse that Pretty Pussy with his so called “Big dick” that’s the size of a fucking baby carrot can he Mami?”

Damn! his shit wasn’t what he said it was, it was about 5-6 inches. but damn? how the fuck does SHE know that?!

“No! It’s actually 10 inches long! His dick is the most amazing thing in this fucking world actually! You wouldn’t know since you don’t have one!” You snapped at her, your voice filled with annoyance and frustration.

You were lying like a fool. he couldn’t even fuck you right, he fucked like a disabled ass dog that’s humping their pillow trying to seek friction or some shit. you felt like a damn fool tryna argue with her over dick sizes when she already knew about the size.

Shuri looked at you crazy, and burst out laughing in your face like you were a damn clown. Well, you felt like one at that moment because you and her both KNEW that his dick was literally the size of a baby carrot and he couldn’t give back strokes even if it was to save his damn life.

“Oh shit! you are fucking hilarious Usana, You got a muthafucka in here crying!”

Hell, You actually wanted to cry at the fact that she KNEW you was lying.

Shuri continued to laugh in your face, holding her stomach as tears streamed down her face. Aight now, she getting too carried away with the shit. It ain’t that damn funny for you to be holdin’ ya stomach.

“Imma hold yo’ hand when I say this, but Mama.. you know damn well he doesn’t Have the biggest dick in the world. Hell, couldn’t even fit in a condom if you ask me, but that’s just my personal opinion. If you like average lookin’ lil dick boys, then hey? It ain’t my business but I know everything bout lil ole Naveen. Bet he thinkin’ he fucked you so good didn’t he Mama? You know you ain’t enjoy that trash ass shit.”

“Fuck off, what the fuck do you even want hm? You just come here, all mysterious n’ shit tryna tell me that I’m yours all that bull fuckery. Then, you just teasing me about a man’s Dick size like it fucking matters!” You said snarling in frustration.

You knew damn well it did matter, but you didn’t wanna let Shuri know and give her the satisfaction that she wants do you?

“Mama, I really want you to be my Baby. if you don’t wanna be mine then Okay, cool. Go be with Naveen ugly ass, he bout the most average nigga I ever seen anyways. That sex game he be flexin’ ain’t good and you know it ain’t Ma, but if that’s how you wanna live.. all unsatisfied and needy, so horny, wanting someone to Keep that Pussy smiling, then okay.”

“And then you don’t know what you missin’ out on Baby. You can be my Woman, my baby, my sweetheart.. we don’t gotta be fuck buddies, when you can be Mine. But, sadly it seems like you just wanna go keep looking for someone to satisfy your needs when you can just come to me… every. damn. time. You’re Horny, needy, and wanting to be loved by someone. And I’ll treat you like a princess you are Mama, but only if you’d just let me. Hell, I’ll give you a good time right now if you let me…”

“Stop tryna manipulate me into wanting you..” you shakily replied trying to look away.

“Just.. leave…. the shit ain’t gon work anyways.” you whispered, crossing your arms.

“Aight then Umntwana, I’m gone.”

Shuri turned on her heel, and walked towards the door, but you couldn’t STAND to see her fine ass leave you.. were you THAT desperate for her? The things that she said about you being her woman, do you want that to happen? Do you need her that badly?

“Nah, w-wait.. don’t leave.” You mumbled under your breath.

Shuri turn her head slowly, looking at you with that same teasing smirk.

“Yes Mama? What is it Baby?”

“You can’t just leave..”

Her tone was soft and velvety, filled with hidden desire and longing.

"Missing me, Already baby girl?"

You nod your head slowly, not even giving a fuck about hiding the fact that you really want her to stay. You could never let her leave, ever.. Not when you desire her love.

And she desired your affection too.

She felt it deep in her bones—this undeniable desire and hunger that burned within her every time she was near you. She couldn’t explain it, but she knew that she needed you. She needed your touch, your scent, your voice...

She didn’t care about your reasons for ghosting her. All she cared about was having you back in her arms and in her bed.

She was becoming lost in her thoughts, her mind consumed with nothing but thoughts of you and the things she wanted to do to you.

She could barely control the urges that burned within, everything about you had her hungry—needy. All she needed was you now.

"You gon’ keep playin’ games with me? Or lemme love and take care of you?” she asked, her voice laced with playful teasing, but a bit of seriousness.

“Mhm..” you mumbled trying to act as if her hands on your ass ain’t affecting you.

“Mmm aight.. can I tell you sumn though?” She asked now looking down at you.

Those fucking red irises.. and those low high eyes always get to you…

“Wassup..?” You asked arching your eyebrow.

The sudden contact of her lips against yours sent a shock through your body. It was like an explosion, a burst of something powerful and possessive. She deepened the kiss, her hands finding purchase on your hips, as she pulled you closer to her.

Her hunger for you surged through her. She kissed you like a starving woman, her lips slanting against yours, her tongue seeking entry past your lips, desperate to taste you, to claim every inch of you as her own.

Shuri’s hands roamed your body, possessive and claiming. She wanted to feel every inch of you, to remind herself why she craved you so badly. The more of you she touched, the more she needed.

There was no denying the raw hunger in her voice. She needed you—in all the primal ways. She couldn’t deny her instincts, her need to possess you and make you hers completely. She craved your touch, your taste, your very existence. Everything about you was intoxicating.

“Mmmh.. I’d give you what you been wantin’ but no, you pissed me off tonight. Dressin all for Naveen two faced ass.. looking all pretty n’ shit. Why though? Just so he can fuck you terribly?”

A/n: True, True.. you betta pray girl, cuz she bouta’ fuck you upppp 😭😭.

Damn, you thought you were off the hook for the night, but Fuck that, Shuri ain’t finna let that shit slide like it was nothing.

She took another drink before setting the bottle down.

“Sit yo pretty ass down.”

It was a demand, not a suggestion.

Oh how you wanted to listen so badly, but you absolutely loved pissing Shuri off.

“You do realize I don’t gotta do shit you say right?” You said shrugging, while looking down and your Long blue acrylics nonchalantly.

Shuri was done.

Without an immediate response, the hand that was around your throat tightened. There was no mistaking the feeling of her rings against your skin but the pressure was not so hard that it would hurt.

“Strip right here, right now. in yo’ muthafuckin’ living room and don’t make me say that shit again Ma.” She commanded, her voice smooth as ever.

You stared at her, Too stunned to speak, too scared to be defiant. Because you knew that if you did, she was gon’ handle that ass and make it very unpleasant.

Shuri cocked her head to the side, her red irises Narrowing at you, daring you to oblige.

“ lmma strip..” you whispered softly, as you start to strip off your dress.

Shuri watched you, as she leaned back on the couch manspreading before you.

“And I mean Everything. Including them lil underwear and bra too love.” She added, smirking mischievously.

When you were undressed, your naked breasts were revealed within the naked eye, along with your Laced black underwear.

But Shuri absolutely fucking loved, your pretty stretch marks. To her, they showed how thick you were.

She peered at you, her eyes trailing over your naked chest, her eyes drawn to the black lace of your underwear as you moved to remove that too, slowly.

Your bare pussy was now at view. Glistening and very wet, ready to be touched by her.

You felt a little bit insecure about your stretch marks, but Shuri just scoffed and looked at you with an annoyed expression.

She peered at you, her head inclined at the expression on your face.

"Baby girl, you listen to me when I say this now."

She murmured, her hands moving to your hips.

"I don't care. In fact the stretch marks are sexy as hell."

She pulled you forward, her hands going to your ass, but they got lost in the thickness of it.

"Baby girl, all this ass… all this thickness.. just makes me wanna fuck the shit outta you Mama. You know that don’t you Umntwana?”

You nod, your expression giving off how needy you were for her. The way she looked at you made your Pussy so wet.

Shuri pulled you on her lap, your bare ass on her leg and your pussy scraping her knee causing you to whimper softly.

Shuri smirked, bouncing her knee purposefully trying to tease and make you even more aroused for her.

“Shuri please stop playin.. I want you love.. can’t you feel the dampening of my pussy on your knee..?” You said whining like a baby.

“I know usana, but the fact you tried to play with me got me wanting to punish that ass. So with that, do me a favor and stop whinin’ like a baby and keep grindin that pretty Pussy on my knee yeah?” She chuckled, massaging your titties with her slender fingers.

You whined louder, causing a sharp smack to your thigh.

“Aye, what I just tell you Mama? You so disobedient… you really be wanting me to be rough wit you, don’t it Baby?” She asked, bouncing her knee faster causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

Shuri felt her knee get wetter, letting out a soft chuckle as she rubbed and pinched your nipple.

“Shuri please… I want you, I need you.. baby don’t keep teasing me like this..” you whimpered with pleading eyes.

“Now you wanna call me baby? Mm.. wasn’t you callin’ that nigga baby? He would be so damn disappointed to see his lil precious girl rubbing her pussy all on my knee, getting wet n’ shit.” She laughed, patting your thigh softly.

You knew Shuri wasn’t playing fair, and she Loved every minute of it.

Just then, Shuri’s tatted digits delved into your soaked folds, rubbing against your clit in tight circles. She adds another finger, scissoring them to stretch you open. Her thumb presses against your clit, applying firm pressure as she fingers you roughly.

“Ouuu fuck! Ahh!! Shuri!” You moaned loudly, throwing your head back.

“Mhm, wassup Mama? You can’t handle this baby? I bet lil Naveen wasn’t havin’ you like this was he?” She chuckled, pinching and rubbing your clit in tight circles.

Shuri's fingers picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster into your tight pussy. Her thumb pressed down harder on your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“You been missin’ me Mama? It’s okay Baby, lemme make you feel what you been missin’ out on…” Shuri said smiling, as she watched you squirm in her lap.

hand continued to move, her fingers pumping into you hard and fast, her thumb pressing down hard on your clit.

“Talk to me mama.. I wanna hear your pretty voice Baby..” her voice was low and seductive, looking you dead in your eyes as she thrusted her fingers into your pussy.

Her fingers continue their relentless pace, curling inside you to hit that sweet spot deep within your pussy. Shuri’s other hand reaches up to grab your Left breast, as She squeezes it, pinching your nipple between her fingers.

“Mmm and look at these pretty ass Titties Mama… I can’t wait to have em’ in my mouth Baby..” She whispered as She leaned down to the crook of your neck, gently placing a kiss on it before she let her fangs sink into your skin. A sharp pain mixed with pleasure, as she gently sucked on the area she had bitten.

Shuri’s face disappears between your breasts, her mouth latching onto a nipple as she sucks hard, her other hand still buried in your pussy. Her fingers move faster, adding a third to join the others. The sound of your wet pussy and Shuri’s hungry sucking fills the room.

“Mmm shuri.. I’m bout’ to cum…” you whined, feeling your legs beginning to shake.

Shuri’s mouth moves to your other breast, lavishing it with the same attention as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of you. She could feel your walls tensing around her fingers.

“Nah, don’t cum just yet Mama. Hold for me yeah? be a good girl for yo’ Panther.”

Shuri’s touch becomes more insistent, her fingers moving faster, curling deeper. Her mouth latches onto your neck, sucking hard as you writhe against her. Her thumb rubs furiously against your engorged clit.

“Aww, she misses me don’t she? Look who easy she sucks in my fingers Mama. See, I always knew this pussy was mine to begin with.”

Mhm, all yours panther.

“Aight, you can cum Mama..” she smirked softly, giving you a gentle peck on your lips.

“F-FUCK!!!!” You screamed out, your mouth slightly agape, a loud gasp escaping your lips.

Shuri muffles your cries with her mouth, her fingers continuing their unrelenting pace until the last wave of your passion subsides. She slowly extracts her fingers, bringing them to her mouth to clean off your essence.

“Mmm you taste so good baby, but I ain’t even done with you, But you know that don’t you Mama?”

You knew she wasn’t done with you, but yet you still wanted to push her.

“But-“ Before you could even oblige, Shuri picked you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

She carries you to your bedroom, carefully laying you down on the bed as she began undressing herself.

“You always gotta be so damn stubborn and disobedient. Why the fuck can’t you just listen to the shit I be sayin’ to you Usana? Ohh, I see what it is. You don’t give a fuck bout shit I say ain’t that right Mama?”

“N-No.. that ain’t-“ but before you could say anything, Shuri wrapped her slender hand around your throat, giving you that stare that meant “Shut the fuck up.”.

“Guqa, ngoku.” (kneel, now.)

She chuckles quietly, watching you kneel in front of her after her command. Her thumb swipes across your lower lip, pressing down on it gently.

She enjoyed seeing you like this, so well behaved and listening to her every word.

She stops when she was stood right in front of you, her eyes roaming over your body as she looked down at you.

One of her hands reached out, gently touching your jawline this time, before she lifted your head up in an admiring manner.

“Look at you, so pretty down there.” She coos, using that tone she had whenever she wanted to act more possessive with you.

Her fingers run along your jawline, her thumb running over your bottom lip, before she pulled it back.

”You gon’ put that pretty ass mouth to use for yo’ Panther Mamas?” She asked, running her index finger over your bottom lip.

“Yes ma’am..” you muttered obediently.

She watched you for a moment longer, before unzipping her pants, letting the strap be in full view.

It was obviously too big for her, but that’s how she liked it. The way it stuck out of her pants, and she only wore boxers to avoid it from flopping around too obviously.

She knew how much you loved the color purple, it just happened to be your favorite color. So, she always went that route with her strap and outfits when it came to you.

It was a deeper purple, the shade of a violet to be specific, with almost gold and silver veins in it. It’s size was pretty big, in every sense of the word.

Shuri smirked as she saw the purple strap fling out, revealing her impressive length. She slowly pulled down her zipper even more, her other hand now tangling in your hair.

“Go on, show yo’ Panther what that pretty ass mouth can do Mama. Show me you a good girl Baby, let yo’ Panther know that you hers only.” She whispered, watching as you wrapped your hand around her length.

It was a custom made one, hand crafted by vibranium with the strongest elastic ever. It was specifically designed that way so she could feel you around her, feel all the sensations. Even the slightest movements you made.

“Mama, this ain’t no ordinary regular ass strap either. You see, I made this myself Mama cuz’ I wanna feel your lips wrapped around me, along with that pretty Pussy…” She purred softly.

Fucking genius..

Shuri's grin widened as you wrapped your hand around her Dick. She watched intently as you slowly pumped it a few times, feeling it grow even harder in your grasp. She let out a soft moan, her hips bucking forward slightly.

“Mmm.. Ungandigezeli Sana..”

(don’t tease me baby…)

Shuri's breathing grew heavier as you continued to stroke her. She gripped your hair tighter, guiding your head down slowly.

"Now open that mouth... stick out your tongue. Lick it, baby... taste me." She moaned, guiding her length in your mouth.

Shuri's breath hitched as you lapped at her length, your warm, wet tongue tracing patterns along her shaft. She let out a low groan, her hand guiding your head down further.

"Mmm... good girl... just like that... now, take me in, baby. Deep..."

“Does it feel good Baby?” You muttered, with your mouth full of her Dick.

Shuri's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you took her into your mouth, the warmth and tightness nearly overwhelming her. She nodded frantically, her hand tightening in your hair.

"Oh Bast, yes... it feels so good... so fucking good... don't stop, baby... don't stop… Mamas.."

Shuri’s breathing grew heavier, her voice hoarse as she guided your head bob up and down on her lap. Her hips bucked forward, meeting your mouth with each thrust. She looked down at you with hooded eyes, her face contorted in pure pleasure.

"Touch yourself, baby... Touch yo’ Pussy for me Mama.. be a good slut for yo’ Panther.."

Shuri's gaze never left your face as you began to touch yourself, your fingers moving quickly over your clit. She could see the pleasure spreading across your features, your eyes half-lidded and your lips wrapped tightly around her Dick.

"Fuck... just like that... rub yo’ pretty clit... Ma.."

look in your eyes told Shuri everything. the way they sparkled, how dilated your pupils were, how your eyes got a bit wide, and how your breath deepened within every thrust. You were enjoying getting treated like a Slut, because you loved how Shuri called herself “your Panther.”

Shuri’s hips began to rock gently, thrusting shallowly into your mouth as she watched you pleasure yourself. The dual sensations of your mouth and the erotic sight before her were driving her wild with lust.

"Don't you dare stop, Mama... I'm so close... gonna fill this pretty mouth..."

The way she said those words made your Pussy even wetter by the second..

Shuri could see your arousal growing, your fingers moving faster and more insistently over your slick folds. The wet sounds of your self-pleasure mixed with the obscene slurping noises of her shaft plunging in and out of your mouth.

"Oooh fuck, I'm Bout’ to cum Princess..." she whimpered, her eyes rolling back.

“Cum for me Shuri… please fill my mouth baby…” you begged, with a mouthful of her dick.

With a low moan, Shuri's body convulsed, her hips bucking forward as she spilled into your mouth. She gripped your hair tightly, guiding your head down onto her as she rode out the waves of her intense release. She panted, looking down at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Oh Bast, ooh fuck…” she panted, looking down at you with those low red irises.

Shuri's body shuddered with aftershocks, her shaft pulsing against your tongue as the last spurts of her release filled your mouth. She slowly pulled back, her length slipping from your lips with a soft pop. She cupped your face, her thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“Swallow my shit Mama.. swallow all of it.” She murmured, tilting your chin up.

As you swallowed, Shuri watched in fascination as your throat bobbed, taking down every last drop of her seed. You made a soft, mewling sound in the back of your throat, the taste of her salty, slightly sweet essence coating your mouth and sliding down your throat.

“Look at you Ma.. swallowing my cum like a good fucking slut… them pleadin’ ass eyes of yours..” she whispered, running her thumb over your bottom lip.

“Panther please fuck me. do it like you fucking hate me Shuri, Make me cry yo’ name.. make the whole neighborhood hear my voice..” you pleaded, looking up at her.

She reached her hand out and grabbed your jaw between her thumb, index and middle finger, her purple painted nails gripping into your soft skin. Her eyes hardening with malice.

“Beg for it Mama, beg for yo’ panther to fuck you Baby, and I’ll consider it.”

Oh, how she Fucking loved when you begged..

“Panther, baby…” You let out a whine, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. You had no restraint or shame when it came to her.

“Please.” You couldn’t stop that one word from leaving your mouth. You needed her, you wanted her.

You whimpered, the desperation in your voice clear. She was the only one who got to see you like this, and you were practically begging her.

The way you called her by that nickname, and the way you so shamelessly begged for her, it was all something she adored. It only added fuel to the fire and only got her riled up more.

“lakho elikhuselekileyo nkosazana?” (Your safe word princess?)

“Lirozi.” (Roses.)

“Good Girl Mama..” she cooed softly pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Without a word, she guided you to turn around, pulling your back against her front.

Shuri's other hand reached down to guide the strap-on to your waiting entrance, rubbing the thick head against your soaked lips.

"Goba phezu komntwana.” (Bend over Baby.)

you arched your back beautifully, presenting yourself to her completely. The new angle allowed her to sink deep inside you, her thick Dick stretching you deliciously. Your back was arched almost painfully, pushing your ass up and out, inviting her to take you hard and rough.

"…Nnnngh Mama…!" Shuri's voice rose to a loud, desperate wail as she finally pushed past your tight pussy and sank into your welcoming warmth. Her body tensed, her fingers digging into your hips as she buried her face against your back, moaning uncontrollably.

“Ouuu mmmf.. f-fuck Panther!” Your voice shattered, breaking into needy whimpers as you begged for more. Your hands clenched on the bedsheets, your arms straining as you pushed back against her demanding hips.

"You like that, baby?... You like the way I stretch your pretty hole?..." Shuri hissed, her breath hitching as you tightened around her. She spanked your ass hard, the sound echoing in the living room as she increased her pace, jackhammering into you from behind.

“Jonga wena Nkosazana, uthatha i-dick yakho yePanther kakuhle...” she muttered in your ear.

(Look at you Princess, taking your Panther's dick so good...)

"That's it Baby, take this Dick! Fuck, your pussy feels so good squeezing me Mama..." She panted, sweat glistening on her brow as she pistoned in and out of your soaked heat. Her fingers dug into the flesh of your ass as she gripped you harder.

“Oooh look at that pretty Pussy get fucked baby! look how she swallows my Dick Mama! Nigga ain’t got shit on me baby, and you know Why Babygirl..?” She asked, palming a sharp smack to your ass.

“W-Why..?” You muttered, gripping the sheets tightly.

“Because your Pussy will be used to me, than she’ll ever be to him Babydoll.”

“You see how yo’ pussy swallows my dick within a heartbeat? Hear how wet she is for Me. She knows me baby, and she’ll forever love this Dick I promise you.” She muttered in your ear chuckling softly.

She flexed her hips, churning deep within you as her other hand reached down to strum your clit roughly.

“MMMF... YES FUCK YES PANTHER! FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCKING HATE ME BABY!” Your voice boomed out, echoing off the walls as you let out a deafening roar of pleasure.

“F-Fuck..! Ah fuck! I hate you Baby! I hate you so Fucking much..” she muttered, rubbing your clit harder.

“Say it again…! Say you hate me Panther! Fuck me like the Slut I am Baby!” You moaned, arching your back putting your ass even higher in the air for her.

Shuri's face contorted with rage, her eyes glinting with anger and lust. She gripped a handful of your hair and yanked your head back painfully, her voice low and maliciously.

“I hate you, Ma. You know that? I hate how beautiful you are. I hate you Baby!” She snarled, palming a very firm smack on your ass.

Shuri raised her hand and brought it down HARD across your ass cheek with a resounding SMACK. She continued to spank you rhythmically as she fucked into you, each thrust accompanied by a sharp smack to your tender flesh.

You bit your lip, trying not to hiss at the pain, but it felt so good.

Shuri snarled and continued to pound into you mercilessly, each thrust harder and faster than the last. The leather strap made obscene slapping sounds as it hit your ass and pussy.

“I hate how you make me feel. How you make me want you all the time. How you got a nigga all desperate for you n’ shit, and how you out here givin’ my Pussy away to some average lookin’ ass boy who can’t even fuck you properly!!” Shuri fumed, with a low malicious tone.

Shuri smirked cruelly, as she continued to piston in and out of your pussy.

“look at this fucking pussy, so sloppy and stretched out by my dick. But, you love that shit though.. ain’t that right nkosazana?” She grinned with cruelty, her fang grills gleaming.

Shuri's body tensed as she felt her release nearing. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear.

“I hate that I love you, Ma. I do. I hate you so much for makin' me love you!! Even though you piss me off so badly, I still fucking love yo’ ass!”

That sentence made your heart melt… making you moan loudly at the thought of her actually loving you.

“F-Fill this Pussy Panther! Make it yours forever baby! make this Pussy overflow!!” You cried out.

And with that, Shuri's body shook as she reached her climax, her hips bucking wildly as she pumped her load deep into your spasming pussy.

"Fuuuuck!!" She screamed, holding you tight as she rode out her orgasm, her fingers never leaving your clit.

Shuri held you close as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her hips still twitching with small aftershocks. After a long moment, she slowly pulled out of you, admiring the way her release dripped out of your well-used pussy.

“Ah, fuck…” Shuri muttered, trying to catch her breath.

Shuri was laying on the bed next to you, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, a sweaty, happy mess. One arm was thrown over her eyes as she did her best to calm herself down, her whole body still trembling.

“Ulungile, nkosazana?” (You good, princess?)

“Yea, I’m aight Panther.” You muttered under your breath.

Both of you were breathing heavily, the aftermath of everything that just happened still coursing through your bodies. Shuri had her arms around you in a loose embrace, still trying to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling.

Shuri was breathing hard, her chest heaving, her body glistening with sweat. She reached up and pulled you close to her, her arms wrapping around your middle, holding you right up against her.

“Mama… that’s… that’s how a princess should be… Fucked Baby.” She softly said, with a contented sigh.

After a few moments of silence, Shuri spoke, her voice soft, almost vulnerable.

“Mama, can I tell you somethin’?”

You arched one of your eyebrows at her, waiting for her to say whatever she’s about to say.

Shuri opened her eyes, her gaze locking onto yours.

“I want you to be mine. Completely, fully mine. I don’t want you to leave, or go somewhere else. I want you here, beside me, in my arms, forever Baby.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as Shuri spoke, her words hitting you hard, causing a wave of emotions to wash over you.

A mixture of elation, desire, and the beginnings of love filled you, making your chest ache in the best way possible. To know that this magnificent woman, strong and beautiful and powerful, wanted you with such intensity, wanted to claim you and keep you, was almost overwhelming.

Shuri shifted a little closer to you, her hand coming up to rest on your cheek. Her eyes were soft now, almost vulnerable.

“Mamas… you have no idea how hard it has been for me. Seein’ you all the time, wanting you, wanting you more and more every day, but not being able to have you. Not being able to touch you the way I want, or have you in my arms. It’s… it’s been hell.”

She shook her head, her thumb tracing over your cheek as she continued speaking, her voice holding a hint of sadness and frustration.

“I don’t like it when you avoid me. When you ignore me. It kills me inside every time, it reminds me that you don’t want to be mine, that you don’t feel the same way I do. It’s like a knife in my gut, Mamas.”

Your heart ached in sympathy as you heard Shuri’s words. You knew you had been avoiding her, ignoring her, pushing her away, and for the first time, it occurred to you just how much it had hurt her.

But now, as you listened to her speak, to the pain and frustration in her voice, you felt something new begin to stir in you. A hint of empathy, a hint of realizing the depth of her feelings, her desire for you.

You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling like an absolute bastard for what you had put her through. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve to be ignored, to be avoided the way you had ignored and avoided her.

Your voice was contrite when you finally spoke.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Baby. I’ve been treating you horribly and it wasn’t right. You didn’t deserve that...”

Shuri’s expression softened as she listened to you apologize, a flicker of vulnerability passing over her face, followed quickly by relief.

“I know, Mamas… I know that. I just… you don’t know what it’s been like. Wanting you, needing you, and not being able to have you. It’s been hell.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, before opening them again, her gaze locking onto yours.

“But I want you to know how I feel about you Usana. I need you to know that I want you to be mine.”

She took a deep breath, her hand slipping down to rest on the curve of your hip, pulling you closer to her.

“Can I have you, Baby? Completely, and fully be mine? Please? Can you be My princess forever?”

You felt your breath catch in your throat at Shuri’s words, the possessive way she spoke, the way she looked at you.

Your heart skipped a beat as you listened to her, and when she stopped speaking, you only waited a moment before whispering softly.

“Of course, take me Panther. I’m yours. Only yours.”

And with that being said, Shuri kissed you passionately, wrapping her slender hand around your throat as she deepened the kiss.

After 10 minutes of sharing tongues with eachother, Shuri spoke up, but her tone was more of a command than a statement.

“Delete and block that nigga number Baby. Since you are My Princess, there should be no reason why you got his number and why he got yours. So in that case, cut his ass off.” She commanded, as she gave you your phone.

With that command being told, you deleted and blocked Naveen’s number.

(A/n: yoo I’m sorry it took so long for me to make a pt 2 lol 😭😭 I been at workk. But, hope y’all enjoyed tho..)

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