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Misty Memories Cold
When you wake in Fíli’s bed with no recollection of anything after a disaster in Mirkwood, he’s ready to risk anything, even his uncle’s wrath, to bring back what you had together.
Cold.
You’re cold. It’s dark. You’re falling. Someone reaches for you. Too late.
The water folds in around you. It floods your nose. It floods your ears. Your limbs don’t work. You can’t swim.
Muffled shouts. You open your mouth to cry back. It fills with water.
Choking.
Drowning.
Drowning.
Drowning drowning drowning dr–
You wake with a jolt, sitting up in bed.
Bed?
You pat the sheets around you. Yes, you’re definitely in a bed, not curled up on the leaf litter in Mirkwood.
“I guess it really was a dream,” you whisper, shoulders slumping. But as you run your fingers across the hem of the blanket, you frown. It doesn’t feel like the old quilt on your bed. It’s thicker, softer.
Something is wrong.
You look around the room as your eyes begin to adjust. There’s a fireplace across the room, the dying embers casting just enough light to let you make out the vague shapes of furniture in the darkness. The walls and floor are stone, adorned with plush rugs. The wind rattles the shutters outside the window, hidden behind thick curtains.
This is not your bedroom… and you are not alone. A dark figure stirs next to you beneath the covers. You scramble out of bed but find the floor farther away than expected. You land hard on your side. “Ow!”
You slap your hand over your mouth, but it’s too late. The figure sits up with a groan, rubbing at its face and leaning to peer over the edge of the bed at you. There’s no mistaking that mustache, those braids.
“Fíli? What… where are we?” And why are we in bed together?
Fíli blinks a few times to clear the sleep from his eyes. “What do you mean?” he asks hoarsely, his voice rough. He rolls out of bed and kneels in front of you. “We’re home. In Erebor? You know, the mountain? Big pile of rocks and snow? It’s rather hard to miss.” He raises an eyebrow, trying to coax a smile from you.
Instead, you scoot backwards, putting space between you and the prince as you process his words. “But we were just in Mirkwood,” you protest. “How did we get here?”
Fíli’s confusion turns to concern. “Y/N, that was a year ago.” He shifts closer and brushes a thumb over your cheek. “Are you feeling alright?”
You stiffen against his touch, heart in your throat. Ever the gentleman, he’s never touched you without permission before. But something about the way his palm cups your face feels familiar. “I don’t know,” you whisper, shaking your head. “All I remember is falling into the stream.”
“You don’t remember the elves? Fighting for the mountain? All the time we spent together?” He uncovers a long braid in your hair. “Our wedding?”
“Wedding?!” It’s true, you’ve harbored feelings for Fíli since the two of you met in Bag End. You’d admired him in the book and movies, and to see him for real… it did something to you. But you never thought he would return your affections—how could he? You’re a plain, young woman from another world, and he’s a handsome prince, heir to the throne.
Fíli searches your face, expression unreadable. Finally, he stands, offering you his hand. “Come on.”
You take it hesitantly. His fingers lace through yours, and he helps you to your feet. Strangely, you find that instead of being taller than the dwarf, you’re just level with his chin. But before you can comment on this, Fíli pulls you out the door and down a narrow hallway.
He leads you to a large sitting room, taking you to the sofa next to yet another fireplace. “Wait here,” he orders softly. “I’ll fetch Thorin.”
“Thorin’s alive?” you breathe. “What about Kíli?”
“Kíli would like to know what the pair of you are doing up and chattering in the middle of the night,” replies a voice from behind you. The youngest Durin leans against the wall with his arms crossed, hair still tousled from sleep.
You tip back your head and close your eyes. “They did it,” you sigh in relief. “Oh, thank God, they did it.”
Kíli raises an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”
Fíli pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let me get Thorin first. I would rather not explain this twice.”
“Again.” Thorin paces in front of the fire.
You rub your forehead. “I told you, that’s it,” you groan. “I fell in the water and woke up here.”
Kíli shakes his head. “It makes no sense.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
Thorin flashes you a warning look.
“It was no ordinary stream,” Fíli points out. He sits with you on the couch, his hand resting on top of yours. Every once in a while, he gives it a reassuring squeeze. “It had some sort of foul magic. She wouldn’t wake for days.”
“If it’s magic that we’re dealing with,” you glance at Thorin warily before continuing, “it might be a good idea to talk with the elves.”
“Absolutely not,” Thorin snaps. His lip curls in disgust. “I refuse to invite them to interfere in our private matters.”
Kíli’s eyes brighten. “What about Gandalf, then? Where would we find him?”
They all look to you. You close your eyes, teasing and tugging at the cobwebs that cloud the part of your mind where your Middle Earth knowledge is stored. “He’s… there’s no guarantee we even could find him. Gandalf doesn’t have a home, exactly. He wanders. They don’t call him the Grey Pilgrim for nothing.”
“So we don’t know where Gandalf is,” Fíli starts slowly, “but we do know where the elves are.”
“And Gandalf wasn’t in Mirkwood with us,” you add. “There’s no guarantee he even knows about the enchanted stream—but Thranduil definitely would.”
Thorin crosses his arms. “Out of the question.”
“Did you not make peace with Mirkwood?”
“Peace does not mean friendship,” Thorin retorts. His voice, raised in frustration, echoes off of the polished stone walls. Down another hallway, you hear a door slam. Thorin groans at the sound of approaching footsteps.
“And just what in Mahal’s name is everyone shouting about at this hour of night?”
A new dwarf steps into the firelight. In the dim light, she almost looks like a copy of Thorin. But as she approaches, you can see her features are softer, her eyes rounder, her beard thinner. And there’s no mistaking the Durin glare that she levels at Thorin, her blue eyes just as piercing as they are tired.
You glance at Fíli with uncertainty. He squeezes your hand and leans close to murmur in your ear. “It’s just Amad. Mother,” he translates when you don’t seem to understand.
Dís. You nod quickly.
Thorin looks at you, then back to his sister, standing with arms crossed and an eyebrow raised expectantly. As they exchange words in their rough native tongue, Dís’s expression of irritation turns to one of soft, motherly concern. She comes closer to you and gently brushes away a few strands of unruly hair from your face. “You must be tired, natha.”
“Daughter,” Fíli whispers.
“A bit,” you reply quietly, finding yourself suddenly shy with the full attention of a mother focused on you.
“Poor dove,” Dís tuts. She straightens up and pats you on the shoulder. “Fíli, take your lass back to bed. We will speak in the morning.” Thorin looks like he means to protest, but Dís silences him with an icy glare. Planting a kiss on the top of your head, she pushes Kíli and Thorin back down their opposite hallways. Fíli pats your hand and follows her quickly, his words in Khuzdûl fading as he gets further away.
Finally alone, you let out a long sigh. For the first time, you get the chance to look yourself over, to see what has changed. Your hair is longer, brushing the small of your back. When you run your fingers through it, you find braids styled to match Fíli’s. A dwarven marriage custom, perhaps? There’s a thin, gold band on your finger, too, lined with tiny sapphires that sparkle in the firelight. A little smile tugs at the corner of your mouth; at least you kept some piece of your own marriage customs.
And while Fíli has been bare-chested this whole time, you’re wearing a dark green shirt, no doubt one that used to be his. It’s long enough on you to serve as a nightgown. A blush rises on your face when you realize the deep v-neck exposes the dip between your breasts—and has been exposing it to everyone else this whole time.
“Amrâlimê?” Fíli’s voice from the hallway is soft. He pokes his head into the sitting room. “Aren’t you going to come to bed?”
You gnaw on your bottom lip, suddenly very interested in the fireplace. In anything that isn’t Fíli’s too-kind face. “Do you want me to?” you ask hesitantly.
It’s silent for a few seconds. Fíli sighs heavily and comes to kneel before you, taking your hands in his. “Y/N, you are my wife. Of course I want you to come to bed. It is our bed.” His eyes search yours, desperately looking for the light he knows should be there. “Do I not have your love?”
“I mean, sure,” you reply softly. Your voice is strained. “I just… I don’t understand how I have yours. You’re the crown prince, you’re perfect. And I’m just… me.”
“You are so much more than that,” Fíli murmurs. “You are everything to me.” He kisses your forehead and stands. Before you can say anything, you’re swept up in his arms. Startled, you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck to avoid falling, but he carries your smaller frame with ease.
You frown, remembering your observation from earlier. “Shouldn’t I be taller than you?”
“Ah. Well.” Fili’s chuckle makes his chest vibrate against your cheek. “That’s all that we thought the stream did. Make you properly sized.”
“Properly sized?” you repeat in disbelief. “You call this properly sized?”
“You complained about it endlessly,” Fíli continues. A playful smile tugs at his lips. “Until you realized how well you fit in my arms.”
You roll your eyes. “You’re very funny.”
“I’m also handsome, charming, brave…”
“Shut up.” You smack his shoulder lightly, but hide a smile as you tuck your head beneath his chin. Maybe you can get used to this.
But as he kicks open the door to his—your—room, and you see the bed with its rumpled covers, you tense.
“Y/N?” Fíli’s breath tickles your neck.
“It’s… just a lot, all at once,” you mumble.
He squeezes you, then lowers you gently to the bed. “I understand,” he murmurs.
“You really don’t, though.” Pent-up frustration simmers within you. “When’s the last time you fell into a stream, woke up, and found out a year had passed and you’re married?”
“Are you upset that we’re married?” Fíli asks, his face falling.
You feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him. This can’t be any easier for him. Running your hand through your tangled hair, you shake your head. “It feels like one moment, I was a girl with a crush, and then I wake up, and suddenly I’m a married woman. I’ve missed out on everything.”
“It’s in there, somewhere,” he whispers, stroking your cheek. You flinch away, your body unsure of how to react to his touch. Hurt flickers across his face, but he pulls back. “Can I fix your braids?” he asks. There’s desperation in his eyes.
Recognizing his need to touch you in whatever way he can, you nod slowly, and turn. The gentle, rhythmic tugging as he combs and re-braids your hair is hypnotic, and you find your eyelids drooping.
“There,” Fíli says, turning you back to him. He smiles sadly. “Beautiful as ever.”
Your heart aches. Whether it aches for him, the dwarf searching for his loving wife in the uncertain girl before him, or yourself, longing to be that loving wife, you do not know.
After a moment of hesitation, you lean in and reward him with a quick kiss on the cheek. His beard is prickly against your lips. “I’m tired,” you whisper when you draw back.
The kiss brings a real smile to his face, however small it may be. Fíli pulls back the covers and you wriggle underneath them. You settle into a dip worn down into the mattress from hundreds of nights before. Fíli slides into place behind you, his chest against your back. You stiffen slightly, but force yourself to relax.
“Is this alright?” His deep, quiet voice vibrates through your body.
You nod. He can have a little cuddle, as a treat. As an apology.
He takes that as a signal to test the limits further. You can tell he’s holding his breath as he drapes his arm over your waist. “Is this alright?”
“It’s cozy,” you mumble sleepily, letting the warmth of his body overwhelm you.
Fíli lets out his breath, pulling you tightly against him and nuzzling his face into your hair.
As you drift off, you do your best to pretend you don’t notice his quiet tears.
You began to stir, finding your face pressed into something warm and firm. As you tried to pull away to look around, you were met with resistance. You made a disgruntled noise.
“Y/N?!” Suddenly, a hand yanked your head backwards. Wide eyes searched your face frantically. You just barely registered who held you before he pulled you back in a crushing embrace. “I thought we’d lost you.”
“Fíli?” you mumbled, your voice muffled by his coat. “Can’t breathe.”
He released you, finally letting you get your bearings. The two of you were alone in a small, stone cell. Torchlight flickered just outside the wrought iron bars, casting a dim, orange light into your cell.
A shadow crossed over the door. “Oh, so she is alive. Here, then.” An apple landed on the ground in front of you, followed by a waterskin. “That’s the most you get until tomorrow. Make it last.” The shadow retreated, footsteps echoing down a long hallway.
Pieces began to slot into place in your mind. You nodded slowly. Mirkwood, elves, imprisonment. “How long have we been in here?”
“A few days at most, given how often they’ve brought food and water. But it’s hard to tell.” Fíli seemed distracted, eyes scanning your body. “How do you feel?”
You frowned and patted yourself up and down. “A bit sore, but I think I’m fine.” You untangled yourself from Fíli and tried to stand on shaky legs, your knees instantly failing beneath you.
Immediately, he jumped up and grabbed your waist from behind to steady you. “Y/N?” His voice was soft. “Y/N, please do not be alarmed when you turn around.”
“What?” You twisted in his grasp and looked up into his concerned face.
Up. You had to tilt your head up to meet his eyes. He was big. You tried to back away but the space was so narrow, you collided with the wall after just a single step. “You’re taller,” you stated, almost robotically. “But you’re a dwarf. You can’t be taller than me. I’m supposed to be the taller one. How did you get taller?”
“I did not get taller,” he corrected you. “You got smaller.”
You just stared at him blankly. Fíli sighed, gently taking hold of your arm and easing you back to the ground. He took the apple from the floor and placed it in your hand. “Eat,” he ordered quietly. “You haven’t had any food in days. It was hard enough to get water into you.”
Instead, you rolled it between your palms absentmindedly. “How long was I out?”
“Just over a week. We were trying to cross a stream, and you fell in.”
“Instead of Bombur,” you interjected.
Fíli raised an eyebrow. “If you say so. Glóin managed to snag you,” he continues, “and when he pulled you out, you were… well, smaller. But you wouldn’t wake up. You even slept through the spiders. I was so afraid that you were gone before I could tell you–” he broke off, his voice thick. He tore his eyes away from yours, a blush rising on his face.
“What?” You reached out and took hold of his chin, turning his face back to you. Yet his eyes still avoided you. You crawled closer, kneeling between his outstretched legs. Your traitorous heart pounded hopefully against your ribs. “Tell me what, Fee?”
He shook his head. “No, no, it’s foolish. I shouldn’t… you wouldn’t…” Finally, he looked back up at you. “I love you?” He phrased it as a question, his blue eyes filled with hesitation. It was strangely endearing, seeing the normally confident prince so bashful. Fíli lifted a cautious hand to your cheek, fingers just barely brushing your skin.
Surprise temporarily robbed you of your voice. Mistaking your silence for rejection, Fíli quickly pulled his hand away. Shame and hurt flashed across his face. “Forgive me,” he blurted out, ducking his head. “I should not burden you with feelings you can never return.” He pulled his legs back in and moved further into the shadowy recesses of the cell.
But you crawled after him, refusing to let him go that easily. “Fíli, why didn’t you say anything?” When he remained silent, you wound your fingers up in one of his braids and tugged, forcing him to turn his head towards you. “Why are you so sure that I can’t feel the same?”
A cautious spark of hope flared to life in his eyes. “Because you’re perfect, you’re beautiful,” he murmured. “You deserve so much more than I can give.”
You smiled, eyes tracing his face. The gold locks that framed it, the sky blue eyes, the flushed cheeks. And those soft, pink lips, parted ever so slightly as he awaited your next words.
But words were the furthest thing from your mind. Refusing to hold back any longer, you grabbed Fíli by the collar, lunging forward to claim his mouth.
His eyes widened, then fluttered shut as his hands grabbed at your waist. Fíli pulled you back into his lap and wrapped his arms around you, reaching up to comb through your tangled hair with his fingers.
A rock clanged against the bars of your cell. “Get a room!” came Kíli’s voice, echoing down the hall.
You broke away with a laugh. “This is a room!”
Kíli’s only response was a disgusted groan as Fíli grabbed at your face for more.
#fanfiction#fíli#kíli#the hobbit#thorin oakenshield#dís#fili x you#fili x reader#modern girl in middle earth#amnesia#falling back in love#everybody lives#soft Fíli#angst and hurt/comfort#it gets angstier before it gets fluffier
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You Flinch During an Argument -Shigaraki Tomura x Reader
A/n: This is a bit shorter than I'd like but it is what it is. If you'd like a longer or angstier version just shoot me an ask or comment <33
Fluffier than some of em
Slight angst to fluff/comfort | 455 words
Warnings!: Dusting things, taking anger out in unhealthy ways, and flinching. Please let me know if I miss any <3!
Dabi | Hawks | Todoroki Shoto | Bakugo Katsuki | Midoriya Izuku | Shigaraki Tomura | Aizawa Shota | Amajiki Tamaki | Kirishima Eijiro | Shinso Hitoshi
As Tomura's hand reached towards you you flinched back, causing the tramautized man to pause. Did you... think he was going to hit you?
All he was planning on doing was grabbing your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. Would it have been rough? Yes, yes it would have been, but he wasn't going to hurt you.
"Tomura.. I'm just going to go." You whisper, moving to leave the gamer's sloppy bedroom.
"But wai-" Tomura was interupted by the closing of his door, causing him to curse as he kicked a pile of dirty laundry, which tangled his foot and caused him to loose his balance and fall onto the floor.
Curses strung from Tomura's mouth as he dusted the pile of clothes. As the last shirt disintergrated Tomura felt a small stroke of calmness wash over his emotions, causing him to let out a little sigh. Looking around, Tomura decided he wanted to entirely calm down and knew exactly how to do it.
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After Tomura dusted every thing but his bed, tv, gaming console + controllers, and tv stand, Tomura sighed. Instead of the blazing anger he felt earlier he felt entirely calm, and ready to talk to you.
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Storming towards your room, Tomura didn't bother tearing open the door and walking in, glaring at Dabi who was snickering at his display of desperation.
"Tomura what the hec-"
"Shut up and listen." Tomura growled, climbing on top of you, much to your dismay.
"Tomu-"
"I said to shut up and listen!"
After you stopped talking Tomura sighed, resting his head on your chest as he played with your hair, thinking about what he was going to say next.
"Listen I- I didn't mean to scare you.. I wasn't going to hurt you . I promise you I wasn't.
"I know Tomura."
"Will you be qui- you do?"
"Yes.. I do. I mostly wanted to get out of there to avoid furhter conflict because I know how hot headed you get when you're angry and no matter what I do or say you won't listen.
"Hey-"
"Tomura.. I'm sorry about my part of things. I didn't mean to annoy you with my teasing. I was just having a fun time and didn't realize how ganged up on you felt."
"And I'm sorry for freaking out on you instead of trying to understand your point of view."
Giggling, you peck Tomura's forehead, moving to tangle your hand in Tomura's hair.
"I love you Tomura. So much."
"I love you to goregous."
~Bonus~
Hey Tomura?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm going to have to get you more clothes and furniture.. aren't I?"
"Mhmmm"
Simply sighing, you get back to playing with Tomura's hair peacefully.
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hey! do you have any yeji nsfw hcs? she’s been driving me crazy lately 😵💫
Aww yisss my first anon! Welcome :) (also yes, when does yeji NOT drive us crazy)
CW: smut. Men and minors DNI. I suggest going to find something angstier or fluffier :)
I’ve never done a hc format before so I hope this doesn’t suck lol
(I’m the #1 believer in switch!yeji even though @ddeongies might disagree with me so switch!yeji it is 😈)
-first sub yeji cos she’s literally my baby
-literally such a softie both in bed and out of it
-takes care of you soooo well
-her favourite thing is being eaten out, like there’s nothing better for her
-thinks the sight of your head between her legs is one of the sexiest things ever
-blushes a lot
-like a LOT
-you look up from eating her out and she’ll turn bright red
-super loud but tries to hide it by stuffing her fingers in her mouth or biting her fist
-her eyes will start to flutter closed but she forces herself to keep them open cos she loves looking at you
-she 100% wants to make you feel good too, like she won’t be satisfied until she makes you come
-even if she’s overstimulated to the point of pain, she won’t stop moving against you until you come
-if you use a strap on her, she likes to ride
-she’ll put her forehead on yours or on your shoulder and absolutely grab at your hair
-if you grab her hips while she’s on top of you. oh my god. she’ll whimper SO loud
-be prepared for her to bite you, especially to muffle her moans
-speaking of moans
-she literally makes the prettiest noises?? 🥺
-all high and whiny and breathless she really makes it known you’re making her feel good
-not really talkative? like she’s very loud but poor baby can barely make a single coherent thought and you’re literally fucking her silly
-at least when she’s bottoming
-which brings me to (drumroll please)
-dom yeji 🧎♀️
-SO cocky
-like it’s a complete 180 from when she’s in her sub space
-she can still be shy though cos she’s yeji and she flusters really easily (and I said so >:<)
-here is where I insert my yeji oppa agenda
-has a HUGE daddy kink
-call her oppa/daddy? two possible outcomes:
-1: she’ll get super blushy and shy and bury her head in your shoulder
-2: she’ll smirk and adjust the angle she’s fucking you at to make you SCREAM
-“you make me feel so good, daddy.” “Mmh, gonna make me come, oppa.” SHE GOES ABSOLUTELY FERAL
-loves to point out how much you want her
-“you’re so wet already, baby. All of this for me?” “I’ve barely done anything and you’re already begging?” “be a good girl for daddy and tell me how good I make you feel” 🧎♀️🧎♀️🧎♀️
-her strap game is out of this world do I even have to say it
-her favourite position is you under her with your legs spread cos she loves to see your face when you come
-she’ll also show off her strength to you cos she knows it turns you on
-she’ll fuck you against the wall just holding you up with her hands because she’s daddy like that
-won’t rest until you can’t say anything except her name and maybe “daddy”
-regardless of if she’s top or bottom, she’ll ALWAYS say “I love you”, when she’s coming, when you’re coming, when she’s kissing you
-she just loves you a lot :(
-now onto aftercare
-so so soft
-if she was topping, she’ll lay you down gently and go get you a glass of water and a warm towel to clean you off
-if she’s completely fucked out she’ll curl into your side and put her head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat
-will always cuddle you to death
-she will literally cry if you try to leave the bed
-if you have to go to the bathroom she’ll follow you all pouty and wrapped up in a blanket like a burrito
-loves showering with you afterwards and massaging shampoo into your hair
-if you’re both not too tired this will probably lead to another round in the shower
-didn’t mention this earlier but she LOVES hickies and will leave them any chance she gets
-loves to admire them when you’re both lying in bed, still panting
-she’ll trace them with her fingers and kiss them 😭
-because she’s an idol, she can’t really let you leave any on her (which makes her so sad) but she’ll let you mark her up in…discreet places
-(around her breasts, on her lower hips, and her inner thighs)
-this also goes for you if you’re also an idol
-sometimes you’ll leave a very obvious hickey smack on her neck if you’re feeling territorial
-she’ll whine and complain about it but she secretly loves it
-you know because she makes no effort to cover it up the next morning and literally shows it off at work
-anyway I’m a sucker for hickies but LETS MOVE ON
-when you wake up (sore, obviously) it’ll be from her peppering kisses all over your face
-she’ll say “good morning baby” in that deep, raspy voice of hers (save me omg)
-which inevitably turns you on and leads to another round
-(see this is why I could never date her because I would never let the poor woman leave the bed)
-she’ll be SUPER gentle though, since you’re both extra sensitive in the mornings
-you’ll make breakfast since we all know yeji cannot be alone in the kitchen
-she’ll give you back hugs while you cook and keep kissing the back of your neck
-she’s just very clingy okay :(
-if she has to go to work she’ll give you a long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless
-throws out an “I love you!” as she walks out the door + her notorious eye smile
#this turned out much longer than I was anticipating#but I’m literally in love with this woman can you blame me#yeji#itzy#yeji imagines#yeji x reader#itzy imagines#itzy x reader#itzy smut#yeji smut#yeji headcanons#itzy headcanons#yeji simps ASSEMBLE#fem reader#itzy x fem reader#yeji x fem reader
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Hands to Yourself
day four and i have not broken it my streak...yet HAHAHAHA i hope you all enjoy!! i have to say, for this week, this one was the one i was particularly excited for
kim jennie x idol!reader
disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.
You'd been with Jennie since you debuted, and she was always your biggest supporter. She was always the first to hear your songs, she was there during your preparation, and Jennie was always there when you came home.
Of course she wasn't without her faults. Sometimes she would be a little more demanding, a little possessive, and what irritated your management and make-up artists the most were the obscene and difficult to hide marks all over your skin.
While in the moment, YG's princess clawing your back from the intense and unimaginable pleasure and leaving rough kisses across any patch of skin she could get her lips on was the best feeling in the world. It was difficult to argue with your management when it came to things like that.
Which lead you here.
You were days away from your group's broadcast for your album release when you visited your rather needy and very alone girlfriend after she sent you some ravishing photos of her in only a thin, oversized t-shirt that had gone missing from your closet.
You had the rapper was propped up against the wall beside her bedroom door, your lips tangled with hers as she moaned against you, hands stroking up and down your neck as the kiss grew deeper. Legs wrapped around your waist as you ground your hips into her exposed,needy center.
You feel her nails dig into the back of your neck to which you pull away reluctantly. Jennie whines cutely, making you chuckle softly. You life your hand, cupping her cheek whilst your thumb tugs at her lower lip. She pokes her tongue out, sucking on the digit.
"You are so fucking hot, Jen." You hiss before connecting your lips again as you walk over to her plush bed, kicking the door closed as to not be disturbed by her dog. You break the kiss to toss her onto the bed, her giggles breaking the seriousness of the moment briefly.
Your on your knees crawling up to her with a small smile, her hands quickly find the back of your neck again before she presses a lingering kiss over your cheek. You feel her smirk along your skin as you shudder under her touch, "I love it when you rough me up, hun." She pulls you closer while you stare at her in an aroused daze. Her lips ghost you neck before you know it, "It's so fucking hot."
As her teeth scrape the base of your neck, you jolt out of your trance. You lean down to catch her lips between yours before she can do any real damage on you. Your tongue probes her mouth, her own tangling with yours. She moans before you pull away, tugging her lower lip back as you do.
She makes quick by pulling your sweater off your body, leaving your torso exposed for her viewing pleasure. Jennie bites her lip as she eyes your body like a piece of meat, you smirk confidently. The rapper's hands danced along your sides as she leans up to kiss you again.
"Jesus Christ..." She mutters against your lips. You grin before rutting your knee against her hot center. You feel just how soaked she is through the fabric of your leggings. Jennie gasps and her hand is on your shoulder digging into the skin. You hiss softly, feeling your own center getting wet.
But you can't get in trouble with the company again.
You huff and pull away, eyes still locked on Jennie's. Feeling smug that you could barely see her irises from her lust. You tilt your head to the side, as you guide Jennie to lay down, your knee still working on the rapper's cunt leaving her a whining mess. Your hands take hers, pinning them above her head, exposing more of her creamy legs.
You smile against her ear, "You know, you've been getting me in a lot of trouble with the company from those pretty scratches you leave on me." She breathes out a laugh before briefly struggling with the grip you have on her wrists. "I'm starting to think you do it on purpose."
Jennie looks up at you with a defiant and proud smile, "People should know what's mine after all."
You lean up, pulling your knee away from her center, hands releasing hers. The rapper whines from the loss of contact but before she can put her hands on you, you snarl out, "Keep your hands where they are pretty thing."
Jennie is about to retort but it fades into a squeak as your hands find their way onto the collar of her (your) shirt and tear through it. Her eyes grow wide but she can't help the moan that slips past her lips. Her stiff nipples and taut stomach now exposed to you.
You reach a hand down, taking her small, perky breast in your hand, the flesh filling your palm perfectly. Jennie gasps and squirms as you manhandle her chest. She completely loses control when you circle her nipples with your thumbs. Her hands shoot to your wrists, applying more pressure, throwing her head back.
"What'd I say about those hands, Jennie." You husk out, tearing your hands out of her grip. She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Maybe you could help me, bossy?"
You scoff before it dawned on you. A smirk finds its way onto your lips, Jennie felt a surge of excitement seeing that look on your face. "You've just given me the most delicious idea, pretty girl." You don't wait for her response before you tugged the wrecked t-shirt from under her and pinning her hands above her head.
Jennie blushed deeply as you tightly wrapped the fabric around her wrists and tying the other end to her bed frame. You watch her squirm around on the bed, a rush of heat filling your lower stomach seeing her so vulnerable to you. You breath out, "I didn't think you could get any hotter, Jen..."
She rubs her thighs together in attempts to relieve the ache in her core. You watch her try to helplessly and smile deviously. Jennie throws her head back hopelessly, "You're terrible, Y/n."
"You're gonna change tunes in a bit, pretty girl." You whisper before slipping out of your ruined leggings. You raise her leg, your free hand sliding down her smooth skin until you're met with a soaping center.
You smile upon hearing her whining as you touch the area around her cunt, never letting your fingers touch her where she absolutely needs it. Not yet anyway. She thrashes and tugs against her restrains while she begs for your touch in a breathy voice.
"Good things come to those who wait, Jen." You tease as you intentionally miss her cunt as you circle the area. Upon hearing your words Jennie glares at you and gritting her teeth together.
"I swear to fucking God, Y/F/N—Holy fucking shit!" With her complaints, you plunge two digits into her heat, pumping with fervor. Jennie's upper body jolts upwards, as far as her restraints would let her, with a high pitched howl. You grin satisfied, before grinding the heel of your hand into her engorged clit. "Y/n! Oh fuck me, Y/n! Yes!"
As your fingers piston in and out of your girlfriend's needy heat, your lips wrapped around her taut nipple, rolling the bud with your tongue.
Jennie struggled against the ruined fabric of the shirt, her climax imminent. Her jaw drops as incoherent panting and curses in both Korean and English falls from her lips.
You release the stiff bud from your mouth and pull her lips into yours, muffling all of her noises. Before you could tease her further, she hastily pulls away from the kiss, a raspy moan echoing through her room as her cunt tightened around your fingers with a gush of wetness.
Jennie's body is tense for a moment before she falls limply onto the bed under her, arms still up against the bed board. You peck her lips gently, her expression completely spent, before you tug the cloth off of her wrists.
You lay down beside her, watching her breath slowly steady before she looks to you tiredly. Your heart flutters in your chest as you look at her post-climax expression.
"Are you alright, Jen?" You ask with a small, but still very smug, smile.
"You're mean." Jennie pouts as she rolls lazily onto your chest. You laugh before pulling her closer. You look at her pouty face with a quirked brow. The rapper burrows herself into your chest, hiding the flush on her cheeks. "I like touching you."
"Oh I am soooo sorry, baby." You coo softly before she slaps your chest gently while chuckling tiredly. There's a silence before she whispers a soft, "I love you."
Your smile softens before you leave a light kiss over the crown of her hair, "I love you too."
You feel her lips curl into a smile before she cuddles impossibly closer as you stroke the small of her back, both of you falling into a deep and relaxed sleep.
i really liked this one, its a shame that this is the one i had to rush due to time constraints :"") in any case i hope you all enjoyed this anyway!!
i will see you all tomorrow, i love you all vv much, and keep safe my lovelies 💓 byeeee!!
- r
#blackpink#blackpink imagines#blackpink imagine#blackpink x reader#blackpink reactions#blackpink smut#blackpink jennie#kim jennie#jennie kim#jennie x reader#jennie imagines#jennie imagine#jennie smut#kpop idol x reader#kpop idol imagines#kpop idol smut#kpop imagines#kpop x reader#kpop smut#girl group imagines#girl group x reader#girl group smut#kinktober 2022#purecantarella
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Of course we're worried Kris! The only fluff from you we can trust is the one that comes at the end of the story. Any fluff before that is the fluff before the angst. The fluffier it is, the angstier it's gonna get. And chapter 6 was pretty darn fluffy.
I promise chapter 7 is fluffy as well!
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10, 15, 18 for the writer ask!!
10. How many unfinished works are in your drafts?
Currently, I've got 8 more Braime fics in my drafts, which are in all kinds of stages - somewhere between only outlined to almost finished. And for every story I post, I seem to get two more ideas...
15. Angst or fluff?
The combination of both is best. I love an angsty emotional rollercoaster hurt/comfort type story. But the angstier it is, the happier and fluffier the ending needs to be!
18. Which is more difficult, the title or the summary?
The summary. The title is hit and miss. Sometimes, I know it immediately before I've even outlined the story (Top of my list). And other times, it takes me eons to find the right one (Mail-order heir). But the summary is always hard. Plus, I tend to forget to write it for some reason. I'll have everything ready to post a story, including the tags and rating and then I go to AO3 and am like "Damn, you forgot the summary. Again!" :D
Thank you! <3
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two thoughts as i am blearily scrolling thru tumblr at 5am seeing your most recent posts because i cannot sleep lolol.
1) a ‘before number one’ alt ending you say?! 👀 ! angstier?! fluffier?? what possibilities lol! that remains one of my fave fics to this day and i have revisited because i’m weak for single minded/stubborn bakugou finally realizing being #1 isn’t all that worthwhile if he can’t have you 🥹🥺.
2) your sero snippet! i read it thinking it’s like the origin story to all your other versions of sero lol! like THIS is the inciting incident that makes fboy!sero become the absolute fiend he turns into…bc he’s never going to let this happen to himself again 😩 asking this x reader to show him the ropes…finally time to “put his money where his mouth is” kinda energy…time to finally back up all his teasing…! ahhh…!
just thoughts on this early sunday morning haha. hope you have a lovely rest of your day/night hehe!
Hello, hello! I hope you manage to get some rest soon - I’m sending all of the good, sleepy vibes I can! 💕
Ah! The alternate ending is very angsty! 😅 That’s the whole reason I didn’t end up posting it (although, I am considering it now!)…
I’m so happy you like the series tho - honestly, it really is one of my favourite things on the blog so hearing people have enjoyed it always makes me super happy! Thank you! 🥰
… Oooh. Now that’s an idea! I 100% think this could be an inciting incident for FuckBoy!Sero!!! Although, I don’t think he ever tells her he was a virgin the first time they slept together until much later. For me, he keeps it quiet, so he can keep his little persona somewhat intact and decides to play his hand at FwB… Except, Sero falls and he falls fast, but he’s not willing to drop the act - which is why it hurts all the more when he finds out Reader is seeing other people even though he’s been bragging (and lying) about seeing other people for months.
That’s the heartbreak that kinda seals the deal, I think…
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Same as it ever was - Chapter 11
Chapter 11 - Identity and Enmity
“Enjoying my oasis, Granger?” he asked bitterly as she opened her bedroom door at the end of the night. Her hand tensed on the door handle, and for a moment she felt wildly, irrationally nervous, which made no sense at all to her, so she forced herself to scoff and step over the threshold into her room.
“Very much.” She said shortly, shutting the door before he could retort. She turned around, her back to the door as she heard him stomp down the hall to his own bedroom.
My oasis. God, an oasis sounded good right now. Insulated from the stresses of everyday life, knowing no one was going to bother her…all those empty bookshelves just waiting to be stocked, almost like her own private library… The very thought of it sent a wave of calm over her. Malfoy was certainly the fly in the ointment in this plan, but as long as he thought she and Ernie were both using it she didn’t think he’d risk barging in.
Ernie- oh, she really should tell him. It was as much his room as hers, definitely more his room than Malfoys, and yet…
Her own private library …
Read from the beginning here :)
#fanfiction#fanfic#dramione#Draco Malfoy#draco x hermione#Hermione Granger#Dramione fanfic#its gonna get angstier before it gets fluffier folks
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❀ 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢! ❀
just bc i posted everything a day early DOES NOT mean im gonna leave yall hanging on the last day!!
so here’s another series that’s in the works, the fluffier series that i’ll use if my angstier one doesn’t get written (it likely won’t, given the recent asks i’ve gotten).
Yours, Mine, and Ours
an interactive dad!bucky barnes x mom!reader series
You choose the character names and relationships. You choose how it ends. You choose everything, I just write it. The most popular answers get written.
For those of you new here, I really enjoy a good Google Form. I’ve created one for the basics (character backstories) and as the weeks progress, the Forms will be more specific, and then soon enough we’ll create a full story together!
I love this blog so much and you’ve all are the best followers anyone could ask for. I want us to have something special that we made together.
I have a general premise of the plot. it’s basically the plot of the movie with the same name: a man and a woman get married and each of them have their own children, the children try to break them up before realizing they’re all happy together. the case is usually that the man and the woman each have a lot of children (in my favorite version the man has eight and the woman has ten). i can’t wait to see what we come up with together!
Form here
#bucky barnes#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x reader#dad!bucky#sebastian stan#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes angst#bucky#bucky barnes smut
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Having random Theory of Love thoughts today so of course I came here! I’ve always wondered why it’s not more popular/beloved by fandom when it is objectively one of the highest quality bls out there. I think it’s because it’s so angsty and most bl fans prefer fluffier romances. I also think the writing maybe pushed Khai’s behavior pre-redemption a little further than a lot of the audience could handle - I loved Khai and even I thought they didn’t have to go quite that far. What do you think?
so firstly, theory of love was in fact a HUGE success at the time, winning "most hearted content of the year" at the linetv awards. that being said, I do think the main reason it's not as beloved today is mostly due to the fact that bl has become such a consumeristic fandom. as I said in my last not me video, bl shows are now consumed faster than a mcdonalds order & forgotten right after, and it's sadly the case for theory of love for the general audience. of course, some people couldn't handle khai's behavior which I can maybe understand, though personally (and I wasn't even an off stan when I started tol so I really wasn't biased), I felt like khai was portrayed as such a cute and hilarious character that I was never mad at him during the show lol. and also, yeah, the show IS very different from other bl shows by being much angstier, so I understand that it's not a show you can rewatch many times bc it is A LOT. but personally, if we still look at the numbers on the special episode that was released more than a year after the first season, it was still hugely successful so I still think theory of love is a very beloved series. it's just that, with new bl shows coming out every week now, it's easy to get lost in the sea of content & not really give theory of love the light of day. though I personally think theory of love is the best bl romcom ever made bc it's firstly an homage to romcoms in such a great way, but also had a lot of layers & really focused on character development and friendship. and it will forever be one of the most special shows for me. I've said it before, if I had to choose 5 thai shows to be sent on a deserted island with for the rest of my days, it'd be: I told sunset about you, project s: sos, not me, theory of love & 3 will be free <3
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Misty Memories Cold
When you wake in Fíli’s bed with no recollection of anything after a disaster in Mirkwood, he’s ready to risk anything, even his uncle’s wrath, to bring back what you had together.
“I’m not sure I like this idea,” you mutter, crossing your arms over your chest against the hallway’s chill. The light from mid-morning sunbeams slowly fades to the flickering orange light of torches as you get closer to the core of the mountain.
“The worst he can do is say no,” Tauriel replies coolly. For someone so out of place in the realm of dwarves, she walks with extraordinary confidence, towering over everyone—especially you.
Fíli and Kíli exchange skeptical looks, but remain silent.
You, however, do not. “You don’t know Thorin.”
“That is true,” she hums, “but I know kings.” Tauriel hardly pauses as you approach the large, double doors leading to the war room.
Kíli shoots out an arm to block her from entering. “Us first,” he insists. “He won’t exactly be thrilled to see you.”
The hinges creak in protest as he swings open the heavy door, interrupting Thorin mid-sentence. The king sits at the head of a long table, flanked by two empty seats, normally occupied by his heirs. The rest of the chairs are filled by Balin, Dwalin, and a handful of elves. The guests’ eyes narrow curiously, but when you step into the room, they duck their heads to whisper amongst themselves. Fíli puts an arm around your waist, standing as tall as he can and glowering at them.
“Kíli, you are late,” Thorin scolds. “Fíli, Y/N, I believe I made it clear that you have… other duties today.” He pointedly ignores Tauriel.
“I apologize for the intrusion, Your Highness,” Tauriel says smoothly, her voice all business. “May we speak in private? It is an urgent matter.”
Thorin continues to pretend she’s not there, clearing his throat and gesturing for Kíli to sit. “As I was saying–”
But she will not be ignored. “It is of particular importance to your princess,” she presses.
All heads in the room turn to you. Fíli winces and tightens his arm around you. Even Thorin appears momentarily stunned by her interruption, but he quickly regains his composure and fixes the elf with a glare.
“You are excused,” he hisses. “We–”
“Your Highness–” she tries to interject again.
“Do not interrupt me!” the king snaps. He rises from his seat, his eyes flashing dangerously. “You are an escort, nothing more. You are not welcome at the negotiating table.”
“Thorin, please,” you say softly. You press against Fíli, making yourself as small and vulnerable-looking as possible. The act works—Thorin softens just the tiniest bit.
His nostrils flare as he breathes heavily, glancing back at the elvish delegates. They eye the king with suspicion. “Everyone out,” he says at last. His teeth are clenched so hard you’re surprised they don’t crumble.
“There is tea waiting in the great hall,” Balin offers, a bit more diplomatically. He ushers the delegation from the room and gives you a tiny nod as he passes.
“Sit,” Thorin growls.
You drop into a chair instantly at his command, already wary of his anger. Fíli takes his seat and gives your hand a reassuring squeeze under the table. But you grip it tightly, not letting him pull away. He resists for a second, then lets his hand relax in yours and brushes his thumb over the back of it.
“What do you want?”
You jump slightly when Thorin addresses you.
“We have a proposal–”
“I did not ask you,” Thorin cuts Tauriel off brusquely, still looking at you.
It’s quiet for a moment as you open and close your mouth, unsure of what to say. “Tauriel has a plan,” you finally offer.
“Hear her out, please,” Kíli jumps in. His leg bounces beneath the table, making ripples on the surfaces of abandoned glasses of wine. “She thinks she knows how to cure Y/N.”
His phrasing makes you wince, and Fíli squeezes your hand again.
“Nonsense,” Thorin scoffs. “There’s nothing wrong with her. Nothing that you should know about,” he adds when Tauriel arches an eyebrow. “Unless someone has been speaking of things they should not.”
Everyone turns to Kíli, who suddenly looks like he’d rather be anywhere else. He gives you a helpless shrug, hands raised in surrender.
“Thorin, please,” Fíli urges quietly. “This is Y/N that we are talking about. Our Y/N.”
A vein throbs in Thorin’s temple, but he looks at Tauriel for the first time since she entered. “Get on with it, then.”
She dips her head. “Whatever ails her is not a physical problem, it’s magic borne of Mirkwood. That’s something dwarves simply cannot address.” Thorin bristles, but she raises a hand before he can speak. “I’ve no doubt that you have skilled healers, but she needs more than herbs and rest. Let her return to Mirkwood with me, and we will do everything we can to restore her memory.”
Hope rises in your chest as Thorin studies the elf maiden. “Why are you offering this? What do you stand to gain from helping?” His tone is laced with suspicion, but less anger than before.
“I’ve a certain… admiration for the for kingdom of Erebor after all it has endured.” Her eyes flicker briefly to Kíli, who absentmindedly fiddles with his belt. “I would be glad to see its princess well once again.”
“Can you swear that your efforts will be successful? That she will return whole and unharmed with her memories intact?”
But that hope dies as Tauriel hesitates. “I cannot,” she admits at last.
“No.” Thorin rises from the table, taking his mantle from the back of his chair and heading for the door.
“No?!” you repeat incredulously. You’re on your feet before you even know it, hands curled into fists at your side. Fíli moves to grab your wrist, but you dodge his hand. “This is our best chance to–”
“No!” He turns on his heel to face you again. There’s a shadow across his face, brows knitted in a furious glare. “It is too much to risk without a guarantee of success. That is final.”
“Fine!” you snap, crossing your arms. Your headache pulses even harder behind your eyes. “I’ll go anyway!”
“Careful, Y/N…” Kíli whispers. He’s risen as well, knuckles white as they grip the back of his chair.
“Then you can stay there,” Thorin thunders. His stormy eyes move to his nephews. “And if either of you set foot outside our lands, you can keep going all the way back to Ered Luin. Now, get out.”
“Uncle–”
“Out, Fíli! All of you!”
You snort, glaring at Thorin and pulling Fíli up from the table by his wrist. “Come on,” you grumble. “I’m not going to keep arguing with a stone wall.” You storm from the room, dragging Fíli with you and doing your best to slam the oversized door—right in poor Kíli’s face. He pushes it open behind you, nearly stumbling as Tauriel breezes past him.
“Pack your things for a journey,” she says briskly, her long strides quickly putting distance between you and the angry king. “All of you. We leave at midnight.”
“Are you out of your mind?!” Fíli hisses. “You heard Thorin—he’ll have our heads!”
“If he even lets us back in,” Kíli mutters.
“Thorin can… what is that phrase you use, Y/N?”
“‘Get fucked?’” you offer.
“Yes, that.”
“This is a bad idea,” Fíli reminds the group for the hundredth time. But even as he voices his concerns, he still busies himself with tacking up the ponies and arranging the bags. “If Thorin or Amad catch us, we’re as good as dead.”
“With how loud you’re talking, they can probably hear you from their chambers.” You shift from one foot to the other, shivering. August in the mountains means pleasantly warm days, but the northern cold refuses to be forgotten, bringing frigid nights. Without missing a beat, Fíli sheds his coat and drapes it over your shoulders. You give him a quick smile.
A warm, fuzzy snout nudges your shoulder. You turn to find a black and white pony stretching its neck over the door of its stall, sniffing your pack hopefully. It nickers softly when you lift your hand to stroke its nose.
“That one’s yours,” Kíli says, leaning against the stable’s door. Tauriel and his pony already wait outside, the animal pawing impatiently at the ground. “You named him Domino, and refused to tell us what that means.”
“Domino?” You smile as you fit the bridle on him. “Perfect.” He follows you outside obediently, still nudging your bag in hopes of finding treats. Fíli comes to your rescue once again with a handful of sugar cubes swiped from the kitchen. You raise an eyebrow at him. “Trying to steal my pony’s heart?”
“Aye.” Fíli winks and swings himself up onto his mount. “And I’m coming for yours next.” But his face turns serious as he glances up at the moon, full over your heads. Wisps of clouds tickle its edges, threatening to block out its light. “We should go. If we make good pace, it shouldn’t be more than a few weeks’ travel.”
You sigh and climb up on your own pony. Next to Tauriel’s horse, you’re reminded once again how small you are. Inside the mountain, it’s easier to ignore. Everything is dwarf-sized. You-sized. But outside, the world does not cater to your diminished stature.
“A few weeks’ travel to where?” A voice from behind startles you from your thoughts. Fíli freezes next to you.
You turn around slowly, feeling like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar. Dís folds her arms and taps her foot as she waits for an answer. There’s something tucked under her arm, but you can’t quite make it out.
“Nowhere,” Kíli responds quickly. “Nowhere at all.” He gives his mother the most innocent look he can muster, but it’s pointless. Every pony is laden with at least one travel pack.
Fíli purses his lips tightly. “We’re going to get help for Y/N,” he admits through gritted teeth. He raises his chin defiantly, as if expecting resistance. “Thorin won’t listen. We’re taking matters into our own hands.”
Dís shakes her head in disappointment. Your heart sinks as she steps forward and tugs Fíli’s coat down from your shoulders. The journey, over before it even began.
“Not dressed like that, you’re not.” She returns the coat to Fíli and unfolds the bundle under her arm. It unfurls into a thick, forest green cloak. “I was saving this for an anniversary gift, but you’ll be needing it if you don’t want to freeze at night,” she explains as she hands it to you. She squeezes your hand. “Come back safe. I’ll stall Thorin as best I can.”
“Thank you,” you whisper, wrapping the cloak around you.
“Fíli is right, we must be off,” Tauriel snaps her reins and sets off down the packed earth road. The boys fall in behind her.
“And Kíli?” Dís calls after them.
He halts his pony with a tug of the reins and turns in his saddle with a sigh. “Yes, Amad?”
“Hurry up and propose to the elf.” She slaps the haunches of your pony, sending you lurching forward into the night.
Fíli did not like it.
He couldn’t tell if it was day or night. He couldn’t see the path ahead—if there even was one. He couldn’t hear whatever Thorin was saying.
But mostly, he didn’t like how you hung limply in his arms, head lolling with each step he took. He hefted you closer to his chest, shifting you to better support your head in the crook of his arm. “You’ll be alright,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.” There was no response from the woman in his arms. It was almost upsetting, how light you felt. How small you were. You were dwarf-sized, yes, but the proportions were all wrong.
Fíli glanced up to make sure he was still with the Company. Since they’d left the main path, it was becoming harder to keep up. He’d nearly lost them a few… minutes ago? Hours? Days?
After Fíli had caught up—or let them catch up to him, he couldn’t tell—Kíli started to hold onto Fíli’s coat to stay together, like he’d once done as a child. Slowly, they fell to the back of the group.
“Let me carry her for a bit.” Kíli slipped an arm underneath you.
As the younger prince made to take you from Fíli, his blood ran hot. He only held you tighter, pulling away from Kíli. “No,” he growled. “I’m carrying her.”
“Fee, you’ll tire.”
“I won’t!” he snapped. “I have to be there when she wakes up. It has to be me! I…” His sudden burst of ferocity faded away as he looked down at you, leaving behind a hollow feeling in his chest.
If he didn’t know any better, he would think you were dead. Only the slow rise and fall of your chest proved you still lived. In rare moments, your face would twitch, ever so slightly. Holding you like this, your body as limp as a ragdoll, made his stomach feel as if it was filled with stones.
Cold talons of dread gripped his heart. “She will wake up,” Fíli whispered, his soft voice trembling. He looked back up at Kíli for reassurance. “She will. She has to. And I need to be there, it has to be me. I have to tell her… She needs to know…” A lump in his throat kept Fíli from continuing.
Kíli furrowed his brow. He’d never seen his brother look this distressed. As his eyes went back and forth from your face to Fíli’s, it dawned on him. His eyes grew wide. “You’re… Fíli… You’ve fallen in love with her, haven’t you?”
Fíli’s mouth moved silently, as if the words were stuck in his throat. But he didn’t need to answer. His face told Kíli everything he needed to know. The desperation. How his expression softened when he gazed at you. The way he gently cradled you.
“Is she your…?” Kíli didn’t need to finish; the word hung heavily in the air between the brothers. His One.
Amad had explained once how it felt to find her One in their father. She had courted a few other dwarrows, but something always gnawed at the back of her mind. But meeting him, she spoke of a warmth that filled her, how everything just felt right. Fíli had never given it much thought. None of the dams in Ered Luin particularly caught his eye. And besides, Thorin never took a wife. Sometimes a dwarf just doesn’t find their One, or care much about finding them.
But you… Fíli hadn’t felt the instant warmth and security his mother had described when he met you. It crept in slowly as you ate together, rode together, fought together. When you sent him little smiles from across the fire at dinner. When you listened intently as he showed you his blades. When you gripped his arm tightly at the first sign of danger. There was no going back for Fíli, and even though your new size worried him, the way you fit in his arms felt right. It shouldn’t feel right, he knew that. He had never heard of a dwarf finding their One in someone of an entirely different race. And of course, you were even stranger, coming from another world.
“Fee?” Kíli’s voice, unusually gentle, pulled Fíli from his thoughts.
With great effort, Fíli tore his gaze from you and looked his brother in the eye. “I don’t know what else this feeling could be,” he answered simply.
Both princes fell silent as they watched your sleeping face. “This will not be easy,” Kíli said at last.
“I know.”
#fanfiction#fíli#fili x reader#fili x you#kíli#the hobbit#thorin oakenshield#dís#everybody lives#it gets angstier before it gets fluffier#protective Fíli#tauriel
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almost is never enough [toni shalifoe]
toni shalifoe x reader
requested: I had to reread Almost as soon as I finishes, perhaps an even angstier and fluffier part 2? (maybe something like the girls getting to watch the pain and stress y/n is being put through on her own through a live cam)
*not my gif*
Unbreakable. Not being able to cave under pressure, staying calm cool and collected. That’s what you like to think you are, especially on the outside. Sitting at this interrogation table yet again, but with no comfort that your friends are around. But at least there was the comfort knowing that they’re safe.
You may have been unbreakable on the outside. But the stress and the psychological torture they were playing on you was killing you slowly. But you have to stay strong for the girls. Who have got to be telling our story by now.
“So Shelby Goodkind, your best friend?” the middle aged lady, you learned as Gretchen says. You just nod, not wanting to say anything else, “How did you two meet?”
“School.”
“And how did you two get here?”
You shrugged, “Her parents came up with the idea. I wanted to go with. But I guess you already knew that.”
“And you decided to go with her why?” she asked.
Shrugging, yet again, “She had a rough year. You can’t really blame me for wanting to go with her, especially after what she went through.”
“And what did she go through?” she said, folding her hands.
You mocked her motions, “I’m not telling you anything.”
Little did you know, Agent Young set up a live stream so the girls knew you were okay. And their eyes haven’t left it since it started playing.
“That was the whole deal. I have agents watching their every move. You don’t tell me anything and there back to where they’re started.” she threatened and your face fell.
“You can’t do that! They deserved an out!” you screamed at her, the stress causing your whole demeanor to change.
She sat back with a smirk on her face, “And you didn’t?”
“No I didn’t! Those girls are my life! My family!” you yelled, “They deserved way more than what went on in that island! Nora, your little spy, dead! Jeanette, dead! Martha, dead! Rachel, lost her hand! All of us here have to go through months and possibly a whole life time of trauma for this sick experiment!!”
“We need to get her back.” Shelby mumbled to the other girls, “She’s cracking. She’s not gonna take much longer.”
“We’re almost there girls, don’t worry.” FBI agent, Aaron Hotchner said, from the front of the van.
The girls went straight to the authorities. They didn’t want to waste any time to relax when your life was at risk in that quarantine area. The livestream still playing as they watched your every move.
“It’s not a sick experiment. It grew all of you didn’t it?” she asked, “Shelby became who she really wanted to be. Toni wasn’t so angry at the world and let love in. Rachel no longer striving for perfection where it isn’t needed. Dot has learned that she doesn’t have to grow up so fast. Fatin and Leag realized their own true potential. And you grew to be such an amazing woman.”
“That doesn’t face the facts that all of us almost died! That we lost 3 girls out there! And not once did you think about stopping it! Not after Jeanette or Nora or Martha!” you screamed, “We did not go through what we went through in that island just for you to find shit on us to prevent us from suing you and throwing your ass in jail.”
“Y/N, we know.” Gretchen said.
“Know what?!”
“Everything that happened back home. We have leverage on most of you girls, that we can blackmail you about.” she explained, “One false move and all of it is history. So tell us what you know.”
You spring up from off your seat about to punch her right in the face when she made a tsk tsk tsk noise. Shaking her head and standing up, “You see one punch and boom the entire court case you will pull will be compromised.” two agents that you’ve never seen before grabbed both of your arms, “But it won’t compromise mine.”
She put on a brass knuckle that an agent handed her and hit you square in the face. You could feel the metal slash right through your flesh.
“No!” the girls yelled in the van, all of them beginning to freak out.
“Agent Hotchner, you need to drive faster.” Leah yelled at him.
“I’m going as fast as I can.” he turned on the signals and sirens, passing through everything he can.
The other blonde FBI agent Jareau looked back at all of our worried faces and that the screen, “Sir, the suspect is attacking.”
And that’s when he really pushed on the gas.
“Fuck you.” you spat, blood dripping from your face and mouth.
“You keep talking to me like that, let’s see what happens. There’s no one here to save you anymore. So tell me what you know...”
You looked up at her with a blood-stained teeth smile, “Never.”
And just when she was about to hit you the door flung open. You were dropped immediately as a team of FBI agents came walking in with their guns drawn.
“Gretchen Klein, you are under arrest. Put your hands in the air. Weapon off.” Agent Hotchner announced. She bedrungily took off the brass knuckle and got down on her knees with her hands up.
“Hey, hey. You can’t go in there!” one of the agents yelled, but the girls didn’t listen. Shelby and Toni rushed towards you faster than anyone else.
Toni held you in her arms, while Shelby examined your injuries. You smiled at them, “Hey...hey guys.”
They both let out a breath of relief, “Hey Y/N.”
“My face hurts.” you whispered. Toni placed a small kiss to your forehead.
“I know, but you’re still beautiful.” she whispered.
“We got you Y/N. Let’s go home.” Shelby whispered as you passed out in there arms.
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tag list/ @hstoria @greysky22 @shalifoestilinski @yourssincerelyj
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Well Worth the Wait
we're coming on the home stretch here yall HAHAAHH i hope yall enjoy!!
kim jennie x reader
disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to read some fluffier or angstier content
(this gif is making me feral)
Jennie adored attention, most especially when it came from you. The way you looked at her made her knees melt then and there. So respectful and loving, but it was a completely different story when she was half naked looking at you with an intense gaze.
The way your eyes shifted from the tender gaze to a hungry one turned her on to no end.
You'd been swamped with work all weekend and it was beginning to get on Jennie's nerves. She was given the weekend off to take time for herself before the concerts and you had barely left your desk, only standing to pee, eat, or pass out on the bed for twenty minutes.
All the while Jennie watched you from your office couch, impatiently waiting for a free moment from you. Eyes sparking to life with excitement when you smile down at your laptop and stretch out your back with a triumphant cry.
You finally look over at her with a warm smile and nodding slightly opening your arms for her as she runs into you. Both of you begin laughing as you peck her lips over and over again with a soft smile on your lips as Jennie stroked your neck up and down.
"I'm glad I have your attention now, N/n...I was thinking—" The sharp ringing of your phone pulls you both out of the perfect bubble you were in. You click your tongue before picking the call up, "Yes, hello?" You say into the phone before your brows crease, irritated.
You put Jennie down as you circle back around your desk, "I'm checking back on it now, give me one moment." You smile at her apologetically as you continue your conversation as Jennie pouts.
She sighs deeply and begins to walk out of your office, thinking she'd just go out with her other friends and make up with you later. But as her hand slides up against the frame of your door, an idea hits her. A smirk creeps up on her lips as she turns around to face you.
Your eyes still trained on the bright screen of your laptop. Jennie lifts her leg, dragging the sock off of her foot before she tossed it your way. Shocked at the sudden piece of cotton on your laptop screen you look up and have to stop yourself from cursing as you look into Jennie's sultry gaze.
Your mouth dries up as she takes the other sock off, throwing it backwards this time. She strides over to you slowly, her hips jutting out dramatically with every step the rapper took. Her hands sit atop the hem of her shorts, pushing them down slowly, exposing the black silk piece under it.
You swallow as you lower your laptop screen to get a better view of her legs. She smirks as she watches the transition in your eyes, want clouding your gaze. Only to be ripped back into the conversation, "Uhh, ehem, yeah I'm still here. It just got really hot in my office..." You explain with a nervous laugh, "Really, really hot..." Your voice trails off as her shorts fall to the floor, exposing the silk panties the clung to her tight ass and pretty little cunt.
"The uh, report is..." Your voice cracks as she slowly pulls her shirt from her torso, Jennie's toned stomach flexing as her arms elongated over her head. Her Calvin Klein bra cupping her chest perfectly, showing off the valley of her breasts, the sides of them poking out and teasing you.
"L/n are you there? Hello?" Your co-worker calls out as your attention now fully on Jennie as she tosses the shirt to the side. A playful smirk gracing her lips, her hand running through her dark locks. Everything bouncing as she walks around your table to you.
With still no reply, your co-worker continues to speak while Jennie straddles your lap. Her plump lip catch on her teeth as she leans closer to you, "Hang up."
Your breath shakes as hers fans your cheek, tickling your neck in the process. Her hips move against you, barely brushing against you driving you absolutely crazy.
Finally, you snap when she moans into your ear. Your hands grab her waist, forcing her onto your desk, pushing your papers out of the way. Your eyes stare into hers as your breathing begins to sound labored.
"I'm going to have to get back to you, buddy." You husk into the phone, your tone of voice flooding Jennie's body with want. You don't wait for your co-worker to say anything before slamming the phone down, dropping the call. Your lips take the rapper's roughly as you pin her down onto the wood of your desk. "Impatient little slut, Jen." You snarl into her neck as you suckle on her sensitive skin, making her cry out desperately with a blissed out smile on her face.
Her bare leg hikes up your body as your hand pokes past her underwear. The pleasure you forced onto her being well worth the wait as Jennie's jaw drops, moans echoing through the entire room.
You two accumulated quite the noise complaint the next day.
asdfghjkl don't sue me, my brain is fried at this point HAHAHAHA but i still quite like how this one came out ngl. i hope you all enjoyed it too!!
i love you all vv much and i will see you all soon!! byeee 💓
- r
#blackpink#blackpink imagines#blackpink x reader#blackpink scenarios#blackpink smut#blackpink jennie#jennie kim#jennie imagines#jennie x reader#jennie scenario#jennie smut#kpop idol x reader#kpop idol imagines#kpop idol scenarios#kpop idol smut#kpop imagines#kpop x reader#kpop scenarios#kpop smut#girl group x reader#girl group imagines#girl group smut#kinktober 2022#purecantarella
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You Are Safe
It’s a year late but I finally finished Day 5 of Aleduncan Week 2021! Given that the event for 2022 starts on Monday I figured I needed to finish this quick. It was gonna be a lot longer and angstier since the prompts were fears and guilty pleasure but I think it still works well shorter and fluffier. Fingers crossed I’ll be able to do a couple of sketches for Days 6 and 7 over the weekend so I can focus on the new event next week!
Alejandro shot up in bed, panting heavily. His hands gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white. His eyes darted around the room in panic, his mouth frantically gulping down air. Alejandro was in his bedroom, he was home, he was safe. Eventually he began to calm down, loosening his grip and feeling around for his phone. Squinting at the sudden light he checked the time and winced, 2:07am. It was early, really early, but he couldn’t be alone right now. He scrolled through his apps until he found the one he wanted, breathing a sigh of relief as he tapped out a message.
(Alehunkdro) What have I told you about staying up so late?
(Dunkie) Like I was gonna miss the Bloodbath movie marathon on tonight
(Dunkie) How come you’re still awake?
(Alehunkdro) I was just having trouble sleeping
(Dunkie) It happened again didn’t it?
(Dunkie) I’m coming over
(Alehunkdro) It’s the middle of the night!
(Alehunkdro) Go to bed, I’ll be fine
(Dunkie) I can’t hear you, I’m too busy sneaking out
(Dunkie) …love you x
Alejandro sighed in relief, he felt guilty about his boyfriend coming over in the middle of the night but at least he’d feel a little safer, he might even be able to get some sleep with Duncan calming him down. A tapping on the window made him jolt in panic until he realised what was happening. Padding out of bed in his pyjamas Alejandro opened the curtains and slid the window up so Duncan could crawl inside.
“You know I live alone now, you could just knock on the door.” “That’s nowhere near as fun though.” Duncan grinned and gave Alejandro a peck on the cheek before his expression softened, “How are you feeling?”
“I feel fine mi amor, just wanted some company…” Alejandro looked away as his fingers traced over the faint scars littering his arm. Duncan immediately took notice and gently tilted Alejandro’s chin back so he could look him in the eye, “You’re safe here, you know that right? You’re home and you’re with me. The volcano, the lava, the robot, it’s all in the past. You are safe…”
Alejandro began to tear up and Duncan quickly scooped the larger man into his arms and held him close, just letting his partner cry into his chest. As Alejandro’s sobs slowly faded Duncan led him to the couch and lay him down before grabbing some tissues, a blanket, and the TV remote.
Switching the television on, Duncan flicked through the channels until he found the movie he’d been watching earlier and curled up with Alejandro under the blanket. His boyfriend sniffled and pulled him closer before letting out a small chuckle, “Last time I checked Buzz Lightyear wasn’t in the Bloodbath series.”
Duncan flushed red and buried his blushing face against Alejandro’s torso, “I couldn’t help it, Toy Story is my guilty pleasure, I had to watch them again…” Giggling, Alejandro cuddled Duncan back and settled down to watch the film, “Don’t worry mi vida, your secret’s safe with me.”
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𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬/𝐇𝐜𝐬
(𝐏𝐭 𝟏)
(Jean x fem!/reader) -> Both Fluff, and Angst -> 962
One Of Them Table Of Contents ♡
Notes: Chapter 11 will be out some time this week, along with 12 (and possibly 13?)! Before then, I wanted to write some facts about the story line. Some are more minor than others, but, were still nice to bring up!
Some are fluffier and the others angstier. I hope these facts are able to give more perspective on the other characters, and that few of the many things can addressed!
The more we progress, the more I might add to another fact list! :D
Also, if you haven't read the series yet, some of these facts might not make sense! I reccomend reading through to have a better understanding/visual. The hyperlink is right below the gif above!!
Be warned, these are facts/spoilers for this specific series!! (But read regardless if you'd like ^^)
Hope you enjoy!~
Fluffy Facts:
1. While Marco was alive, he would subtly help Jean, trying to get him with Y/n
Though Jean said that he “liked” Mikasa, Marco saw more genuine chemistry between him, and Y/n
Being a good friend, though never tried to push things, subtly remarked and advertised her
“Oo, that’s a nice flower she’s wearing. Don’t you agree Jean?”
“Yeah...it...I guess it is-”
“Sorry, what did you say Jean?-”
“IT’S NOthinG!”
2. Everyone knew about the fiasco happening between you both
Even when you guys didn’t confirm things yourselves
I mean it as, before you guys even knew you liked each other, they knew something was going on between you two
3. Bertholdt being the older brother, sometimes would intentionally drag you away from Jean
Though not noticed by either of you, he did it since he couldn’t let you go
Still a baby in his eyes, but knew you would grow eventually
4. Reiner and you barely talked until you entered the survey corps
5. Annie actually hated strawberries until you started preparing them for her
You guys conversed when needed, but didn’t really get to know each other until then
Though still not her favourite, when made with care, she loves them
6. When in the mountains, Eren teased Jean about you, and how he was being such a lady's pleaser (aka simP)
Jean was flustered, but denied things, saying you both were friends
But Eren still kept his speculations
7. Though you tried helping out Jean by talking to Mikasa, there were times where you both would have genuine girl talk
You brushing her hair, while she, surprisingly gave you updos (eg: braids, crowns, buns, etc)
Talked about Eren time to time
At first, she thought you liked him and kept her guard up
But she then realized your eyes lay elsewhere, and opened up to you a little
Told you about her scarf, and you found it cute
She also wasn’t sure how to wash it (w/o ruining it), so you helped her out with that
She still runs it through the stream, air dries it, steams the cloth, and uses her favorite scent (the way you taught her)
8. Porco and you are secretly great pals
You both are super competitive, and trying beating each other once in a while
Though at a tie (as of right now), he’s going to try his best to change that
9. Pieck is the person who taught you many things
She didn’t have any siblings, and loved the idea of having a girl who actually wanted to do the things she liked
(Annie was there, but more of a lone wolf)
She helped with your pancake recipe, and over all, taught you almost everything else
(Eg: looking presentable, hygiene, etc)
Angstier/ Sadder Facts:
1. When you passed, Jean took care of your horse as best as he could
Made sure no one took it, and that it go the utmost best treatment
He would ride it time to time in the fields you both went to
He’d also occasionally feed it strawberries, and blueberries
2. Connie still felt guilty about how things turned out
He would occasionally visit Annie (very rare for him to) and would ask questions
“How was she growing up?”
“You guys must’ve had fun being together…”
“Do you think she...hates me?...especially after all that’s happened?”
Didn’t have any personal connection with Annie, but he did with you
Felt like Annie was the only bridge between the both him, and you
Her being the only person who knew the real you
3. Eren didn’t cry when you “died”
It’s not that he wasn’t sad, but usually if he cries, Jean is the sharp and straightforward person
The person who would snap Eren back into place (in a friendish way of course)
He felt like he needed to help Jean in that way during the moment
Being the bigger person, and helping to comfort with a straightforward, yet sympathetic attitude
4. You never got the chance to get close with Levi and Hange
To be honest, they despised the thought of you and the other four
Traitors causing the deaths of thousands
Comrades gone because of your pathetic actions
The rest still try to convince them till this day, but, they still had their thoughts
5. Reiner was tempted to grab you with his injured arm right then and there
But he hesitated since the timing was wrong
Both in the titans movements, and the setting in general
Couldn’t risk getting caught, but later on, could care less
That’s why he asked Eren about coming with them so recklessly
Regardless of the exposure
6. Reiner did actually respond to Jean when he was punching him
Saying things like:
“Go ahead, kill me if you can you devil”
“He’s right...I do deserve to die”
Having conflict with both of his personalities
7. Sasha liked you, she really did!
The thing was, out of everyone of your friends, she was the most suspicious of you
She always had a gut instinct, and similar to Jean, knew you had boundaries
Though he didn’t assume you had bad meaning, she assumed you had malicious intentions
And unfortunately, was right to an extant
8. Zeke treats you like a younger sister
Even so, it’s not solely because he loves you
That’s the difference between him and Bertholdt
Bertholdt loved you, whereas Zeke yearned for a sibling like relationship
He cares for you, but if Eren came running to him, would slowly drop you
He just...really wants the attention from his younger brother
And found that attention through you
9. Gabi really does want you as her cousin, but also wants you to marry into her family so you can watch over hers
If she becomes the armoured titan, she too will die in thirteen years
That’s why, she would want you to watch after her aunt, parents, and well...Falco
10. Jean kept your uniform, and washed it whenever he did his own laundry
When he had trouble coping, he would hug your shirt to sleep
Trying to seek comfort in the scent that lingered
And kept your ODM gear, right next to Marco’s
(Decided to not use either, but instead, hold them for memory)
11. Armin forgot about what your face looked like
Though you interacted with him, and were somewhat close, the trauma was too much for him to bear
Figuring out your were the enemy, yet weren't?
The poor boy was confused, and eventually, forced himself to forget about your features
Doing that was easier than you would think, especially since he was the person you were least attached to
(And vice versa. Dear, but not the closest of friends)
#one of them#one of them facts#jean#jean x reader#jean aot#jean x female reader#jean x you#jean x y/n#eren jaegar#reiner#zeke#pieck#porco#gabi#sasha braus#connie springer#aot#attack one titan x reader#attack on titan#bertholdt hoover#levi ackerman#hange#aot fluff#aot angst#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirstein#aot x y/n#jean kirschstein#falco#armin alert
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Avian Tommy!! That is 👌👌👌, fantastic. Dream scrambling because his brother just grew two more limbs and he's used to some weirdness, okay, but the parenting book he skimmed that one time did not mention that was a possibility. Ironically, this is a situation he is not comfortable "winging it".
But bruh, exactly, this whole AU could be concentrated fluff with the awareness it will eventually end in tragedy. Because for most of their lives, it's a close-knit found family of hooligans! And then the events of the SMP happen, and Dream needs to shut off all his attachments, which obviously includes his brothers! Dream declares himself an only child again, and suddenly doing what's "necessary for the good of the server" becomes so much easier to justify.
This is why you don't skim books, Dream, you might miss important information! Kind of a funny mental image though. Maybe he could go to Bad for help or something?
Yeah, ironically enough, the fluffier we make this, the angstier it becomes later on. Dream watching Tommy take his first steps, telling him about his mom? Hurts abruptly worse when later on he's shoving Tommy down and telling him he wish'd he'd never taken him in, or something similar.
Him teaching Tubbo how to tend to bees, and gather honey? Well, that's gonna smack us right back when he burns the bee hives alongside everything else. Bandaging up Purpled and Ranboo's injuries for when they fight or trip and get hurt? Now he's the one causing said injuries, leaving them to try and bandage themselves before they bleed out.
Once upon a time, it was 'As long as they're happy' for him. Then it became 'For the good of the server', and still, they would have followed him all the way.
When 'for the good of the server' meant cutting them out of his life, and tearing theirs' apart-
Well. Staying with him wasn't an option anymore, was it?
#We Used To Call Him Brother AU#dream smp#dream smp au#dreamwastaken#ranboo#purpled#tommyinnit#tubbo
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