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lavendarniko · 8 months

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Vash Wolfwood Meryl Milly x poc!reader (Curly wash day)

For the longest time on your adventures with the Trigun Squad you’ve always ensured to reach a city and book an Inn every Sunday. Today would have been no different except you are exhausted and fed up and do not want to put in the effort to care for your hair. Your body is sore and your muscles ache at the thought of the washing and the products and the styling. You just wanted the day to be over but you couldn’t end it- not yet. You take a room key and hand off the rest to Meryl, already on the verge of tears as you open the door and chuck your travel sack onto a bed. You start to silently cry as you sit on the bed and fish out your hair products.

Vash (the loveliest sunflower 🌻):

Vash went to check on you immediately and the moment Vash steps into the room he already knows. The man simply picks you up and hauls you off into the bathroom even if you protest.

This man is surprisingly -not really since he’s had over a century to learn all sorts of shit- adept at washing through your hair. He does it all with what I call “salon hands” just working it in so well that it’s essentially a scalp massage, that leaves you dozing off. Coming in and out of consciousness to find him finger combing through your curls, ever so lovingly scrunching product into your hair, his every touch so sweet and gentle

You finally start to pay more attention when he takes your hair shirt and gently scrunches your curls mostly dry. He combs the products through your hair. Only to again find yourself surprised as he combs your hair tip to top without you having to even explain it.

The gentle action brings you to tears as he continues to brush your hair. “Jeez, am I really doing that bad a job, (Y/N)?”, he sheepishly asks. You wipe away your tears, “No, I just haven’t- it’s been so long since anyone- No one’s done my hair for me since I was little…”

Now that Vash has prompted you into talking, neither of you can shut up. The two of you cycle through topics as he takes his time to do your hair just like you like it. You’ve never heard him this soft spoken doing any task as he twists and ties off sections of your hair giving it a fun braided off ponytail look to it.

“So how does the front part of your coat work?”, you ask as he finishes up a braid, “If I undo all the buttons will it just flop off?” “No, the collar would stay since it’s actually attached to the coat”, Vash replies as he ties off the braid, “and you’d have to unbutton the waist part too for it to just flop open.” You make a small hum as you thought about it, only to start laughing at the mental image.

Most weeks you and Vash use your wash days to be closer with each other, it just serves as a good way to check on each other and talk with each other. On the rougher weeks it’s such a simple way to help him feel like he’s doing some good. And for you, to help pull him from whatever self-loathing spiral he’s in.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood (El Woowoo 🐺):

He doesn’t come to check on you immediately, instead leaving you to stew and cry for a while. When he does finally come to the room you, he finds you shaking as you try to roughly comb through your hair. He takes the comb from your hands with a huff. “Don’t do that. Are you trying to rip your hair out?” He doesn’t pull an answer out of you as you continue to softly gasp and cry.

He acts so annoyed about helping you, huffing and puffing as he helps to comb through your tangled curly hair, but he does find it surprisingly meditative like counting rosary beads.The simple motion of holding a section of hair and combing it through tip to top and once more top to bottom for good measure Wolfwood finds relaxing. (Although if you mention anything about it he’ll simply deny it or not reply at all.)

I don’t think Wolfwood knows how to do much more than braids, plaids (not attached to the scalp braids), and plaid-like twists from his time at the orphanage. He’s not going to ask you what style you want. He’s gonna pick, like it or not.

“Well? You got anything to say?”, he’ll prompt once more. “Thank you, Wolfwood. I owe you at least a lollipop” “Damn right you do”, he says with a tone that’s so teasing and so him. You can’t see him but you hear his smile, “You’re done crying right?” “Yea…” you smile back.

There are times after where Wolfwood will ask if you need help- please tell him yes the man just wants to brush your hair again. He will make you sit between his knees, it secretly makes him feel like he’s at the orphanage doing one of the little one’s hair again.

It's mostly a silent activity. However, depending on how much hair you have he might whine about it. He hates sectioning your hair just to brush it out. Instead he brushes, twists, and ties off the section that he was holding. Don’t expect it to be even sections either. Also RIP to your small rubber bands he’s either breaking them or shooting them across the room. (“It’s not on purpose I swear”)

Meryl (tiniest badass 💗):

When Meryl finally makes it to the room to check on you, you’re a sobbing mess as you try to tackle the disaster that is your hair. She takes your hand and leads you to a chair, taking the comb from your hands. She gathers your products and hair supplies and places them on the table.

This might come as a shock, but Meryl doesn’t know the basics of hair care besides you have to brush it and wash it. So you do have to instruct Meryl through it all. But she learns quickly

You have to tell her how certain products work and in what order to put them in but she does it all with the cutest expression (one i think she would have accidentally gotten from Milly) where she pokes her tongue out between her lips as she tries her best to absorb the information.

When Meryl gets to brush your hair she goes top to bottom, but stops immediately when you wince in pain. She apologizes so quickly, “Jeez (Y/N) I see why you were crying. This does seem like a lot”

You and Meryl make merry as you chat about the various hairstyles you’ve had over your lifetime. “I used to have long hair before I joined the Bernardelli Insurance society” “Really?”, you exclaim. “Yeah, but it was a hassle. I’ve got no clue how Milly deals with it.” “You know…”, you trail off, “I can’t imagine you or Milly looking any different than you do now.” “No?” You start to shake your head then stop, “No, short hair really suits you Meryl” She laughs and it makes your heart race, her laugh is everything to you. The sound really brightens up your day. You begin to slouch as she takes her time to really try and brush your hair through in a way that won’t hurt you or rip your hair.

Meryl doesn’t do your hair often, but she does take the time to sit with you as you do your hair. Slowly, she learns how to do your hair until she’s one day comfortable enough to do it for you. You thank her every time and find it the perfect excuse to be close to her before you're ready to reveal just how in love with her you really are.

Milly (My beloved ❣️):

Milly goes to find you immediately. As soon as she’s given the key she leaves to check on you. She could see it on your face long before you all arrived into town. Milly has been trying her best, offering more hugs, and even offering a share of her pudding (my angel) so it breaks her heart when she sees you crying as you pull out all your hair products from your bag.

Milly forces (politely asks) you to get into the bath and let her handle it. She takes care of stripping your clothes and running the bath. She takes care to scrub you down of the desert sand, her every action done with care.

She doesn’t really know how to care for your hair type but she takes the time to read instructions on the bottles, washing your hair thoroughly and sweetly rinsing it outgoing ever so careful as to not let it sting your eyes. Any bottles without instructions she simply asks you how to use it or how much to use.

“(Y/n)”, she asks as she holds up the bottle, “How much do you need?” You look back at her bleary eyed as you respond, “I use just enough to fill my palm, sometimes a little less…” “Oh (Y?n), don’t fall asleep yet”, she scrubs your scalp with the shampoo, “I don’t know much of the conditioner I should be using.” You just smile at her, Milly is too sweet for you to resist hugging with your wet body. It makes her squeal as it soaks her clothes.

After Milly dries you and herself she carefully picks up and reads through the other bottles and jars of your hair products. She picks up a moisturizing jar and you watch her carefully read the label as you sit on a chair. She gets a large dollop and begins to foam it up between her hands. Then, to your surprise, she finger-combs it through your hair. “Wow (Y/n) this smells so sweet, and it looks just like pudding!” It draws a laugh out of you.

I would say Milly definitely knows how to brush your hair. Her long hair has a tendency to get knots and snags after a night’s sleep. So she sections it off and brushes your hair tip to root with a gentle touch. She would probably braid it off after she’s done with that particular section. If you always wear it in a particular way, she’ll have you walk her through it. If you put fun decorations in it she’ll ask to use them in your hair. Overall it becomes a fun way to include Milly into your self-care day. You find yourself including her more and more, allowing her to play and style with your hair more often than you do.

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wildsyde · 2 years

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Title: Beg for it.

Word Count: 3,165

Pairing: Jeonghan, Mingyu, BIPOC female reader

Content Warning: Threesome, exhibitionism, voyeurism, light dom dynamics (Jeonghan), delayed orgasm, sex toys, fingering, sex, car sex, mild degradation, praise, praise kink, degradation kink

Author’s note: This was really just a way for me to torture the group chat but I decided I’d share :))

You grip the edge of your seat, your eyes rolling closed as you inhale sharply. You exhale a shaky breath as you slowly open your eyes, hoping Jeonghan didn’t notice. However, the conversation hits an awkward pause as he softly asks,

“Are you okay, y/n?”

Heat rushes into your face and you loosen your grip on your seat, your hand trembling as you reach for your glass of wine. “I’m fine, just a little chilly.” You take a long sip of wine and place the glass back on the table, doing your best to ignore Jeonghan’s gaze. You can feel his barely contained smug smirk and you question when he’ll reach for his phone again, but you don’t dare glance over at him. Last time you did… let’s just say neither of you are welcome back in that restaurant.

You turn your attention to Mingyu and his date. You pick an innocent question, one that you know will get the other girl talking and hopefully Jeonghan’s attention off of you. “How long have you two been to—,” the breath is stolen from your lungs, rendering you speechless as pleasure rolls through your body. You squeeze your thighs together, holding back a whimper as the intensity increases. The vibrator snuggly nestled against your g-spot and your clit pulses—two short vibrations followed by a long buzz—your favorite setting.

Jeonghan’s hand comes to rest on your thigh as faux concern lowers his tone of voice. “Are you sure you’re okay, you’re turning red.”

You take a deep breath before you school your expression, turning to face him. “I’m okay, love. I think the food might be a touch too spicy.”

His eyebrow twitches imperceptibly at the use of the pet name. You two have been doing this long enough to establish phrases that are used in a way to express where you are with your level of comfort (as well as to ask for permission.. which you’re close to doing). “Are you ready for dessert?”

You swallow thickly, knowing that if you say yes, signaling that you’re ready for release so soon, he’ll only deny you, edging you to the point of tears. “No, not yet,” you smile softly, shifting in your seat as you answer.

Jeonghan pats your thigh, squeezing softly as he mumbles, “Good girl.” He returns his attention to the other couple at the table.

Dinner proceeds calmly, until you laugh a little too hard at something Mingyu said. You catch yourself, but it’s too late. You glance nervously at Jeonghan and sure enough, his phone is in his hands.

“Excuse me,” Jeonghan interrupts, “I have to step away to make a phone call.”

Your eyes widen, a mixture of anxiety and warmth growing in the pit of your stomach. “The call can wait, right babe?” You look to Mingyu, looking for support, but he shrugs a shoulder, waving his hand dismissively.

“If he needs to make a call, he needs to make a call.”

Your eyes narrow slightly and you want to hiss, “that wasn’t the agreement,” but you remain silent. After all, you agreed to all of this: the remote control vibrator and inviting Mingyu to join in.

It was something you and Jeonghan had been discussing for a while. He brought it up after you both had a movie night with Mingyu and a few of the other guys. You knew Jeonghan was a bit of an exhibitionist, but you didn’t know just how much until that night. He made sure to cover you both with a blanket, which you took to be an innocent gesture, however halfway through the movie he had two fingers deep in your pussy, his thumb rubbing tight, little circles against your clit. Thankfully the movie was a horror so you were able to hide your orgasm by burying your face in his neck. The next day he casually mentioned, “Mingyu enjoyed watching you come on my fingers.” After that, you both came to the conclusion that it was definitely more arousing knowing that a third party was aware.

Mingyu finishes his glass of wine, a small smile on his face as he watches Jeonghan disappear. Jeonghan is barely away from the table before the vibrations start up again, each pulse rapid and intense, causing your stomach to tighten as ecstasy courses through your veins, the sudden pleasure burning white hot in your gut. Once again you find yourself gripping the chair, your thighs rubbing together as your walls tighten along with each pulse, your body working against you to ensure your impending orgasm… in public. In front of strangers.

You hold back a moan at the thought. The vibrations die down and you clear your throat. You place your hands on the table, beginning to slide the chair back. You stand on trembling legs, your voice breaking slightly as you excuse yourself. Before you can step away, the massager buzzes again, the intensity causing you to double over. The tablecloth balls in your grip and you can’t help the low moan that rolls over your full lips.

Mingyu, ever the gentleman, hops up to rush to your side. He wraps an arm around your waist as he stares down at you. Arousal has his pupils blown wide and his voice is heavy with desire as he shares his “concern”. “We need to get you home. You don’t like well.” He turns to his date, apologizing for the night ending abruptly as he throws a few bills on the table.

You hold onto his arm, your steps faltering as Jeonghan controls the toy inside of you. By this time you’re barely holding on. Your grip tightens on Mingyu’s arm with each pulse and by the time the three of you make it to Jeonghan, you’re near tears.

When the other man notices you all, his smile shifts, darkening slightly as he takes in your appearance. Your chest is heaving with each breath and your brown skin has a reddish tint to it, hinting at a full body flush. Tears have collected in the corners of your eyes and Jeonghan closes the distance to hold your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears.

“Please,” you brokenly beg.

He sighs softly, contentedly, as he nods. “Let’s get Mingyu’s date in a car first and we’ll get you home.” Relief washes over you, but it’s short lived, replaced with rolling shocking arousal as the vibrator is set to a low consistent buzzing. Jeonghan practically skips away, leaving you to lean against the car door. You grip your thigh tightly, your fingernails biting through the material of your dress as your pleasure builds. Your eyes roll shut, your stomach clenches tightly, and you're just at the edge of your release, your knees buckling as the sensation swells, but before you can free fall into bliss, the vibrations die.

You whimper loudly, your eyes flying open as you look up at Jeonghan. He reaches around you to open the door, smiling down at you as he poses a rhetorical question.

“You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun by yourself, did you?”

The door on the other side opens and closes as Mingyu slides into the car. “I think she did. Look at her face. She already looks completely fucked out and you haven’t even touched her yet.”

You’re suspended between begging and telling them both to fuck off, but as Jeonghan presses his body into yours, grinding his hard cock into your ass, you remind yourself that closed mouths don’t get fed. “Hannie,” you look over your shoulder staring up at him as you whisper his name.

“Mingyu can’t hear you begging for me, sweetheart.” He helps you in the car, sandwiching you between the both of them. “Go ahead,” Jeonghan encourages you. “Beg for me to touch you, y/n.”

You turn your body to face Jeonghan. Your voice cracks slightly under the weight of your need. “Please Hannie. Make me come?” His hand rests along the side of your neck and without a word, he’s pulling you in for a kiss.

Like everything Jeonghan does, he’s meticulous and skilled, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips before dancing lightly alongside yours. He pulls back, nipping at your bottom lip before he slides his hand into your hair, pulling at your braids lightly. His mouth travels from your lips to your jaw, tilting your head to the side so he can ease his tongue along the sensitive spot on your neck. You shiver as he does, moaning softly when you feel teeth scrape against your skin. His lips come together on your skin, pulling out a low moan. You hold the back of his head, cradling him against your neck.

Jeonghan pulls away from your throat to instruct Mingyu. “Unzip her dress.” He does so without a moment's hesitation, even going as far as to pull the straps from your shoulders and pulling down your bra straps in the process.

You know Mingyu is fine with just watching, he’s made that clear to Jeonghan, but you aren’t. The idea of both of them touching you, kissing you, fucking you, has your body reacting viscerally. The warmth of Mingyu’s hand lingering on your shoulder coupled with the feel of his lips brushing against your soft skin has your muscles clenching tightly around the massager. You moan loudly at the feel of the toy shifting against your sensitive clit and this seems to spur both men on even more. Mingyu’s hands come around to cup your tits, his fingers pinching your nipples softly and rolling them to a peak. Your head falls back against his shoulder, your body going lax as his fingers dance across your skin.

Jeonghan leans back, watching intently as your hips rise and fall, seeking out friction as Mingyu teases your nipples. “Kiss her,” he directs, and again, Mingyu obliges without hesitation.

Mingyu grips your chin with one hand, his other still circling your nipple. Kissing him is different from kissing Jeonghan. He’s more aggressive, working your mouth open in a way that has you moaning into the kiss and hiking your dress up to pull your panties to the side in order to finally give yourself the touch you desperately crave.

Jeonghan slaps at your hands, pulling them away from your body. “You asked me to make you come.”

You pull away, breaking the kiss to respond, but Mingyu turns your head back towards him. “Focus on me, y/n.” You nod weakly, melting into his body as he brings your mouths together again. A familiar heat blooms low in your stomach and you reach back, gripping a handful of dark thick hair as you whimper again.

You ache for release. The edging at dinner, Mingyu’s lips moving from your mouth to bite along your shoulder, and Jeonghan’s hands on your upper thighs are too much to take. You’re a few seconds away from breaking down and sobbing, the feeling of humiliation at Mingyu hearing you beg for cock, adding to the burning pleasure building in your gut.

As if he can read your thoughts, Mingyu speaks against your lips, “Beg him to fuck you. I want to watch.”

You can only nod, the words failing you, but Jeonghan is already a step ahead. You hear the metallic hiss of a zipper being pulled through teeth and the clanking of his belt unbuckling. When he pulls your panties to the side, he groans lightly. He drags a finger between your lips, sighing softly. “You’re dripping wet.”

“I want to see.” Mingyu’s hand moves from your breast, sliding along the silky material of your dress to rest on your stomach. “Can I feel how wet you are for Hannie, y/n?”

“Yes. Fuck. Please. Touch me,” you beg both of them.

“Such a little slut,” Jeonghan teases. He thumbs at the toy, pushing it against your clit. Your hips jerk forward as you gasp loudly. He takes his time teasing you, easing the toy out slowly before pushing the lower half back in. Mingyu’s hand grips your thigh, spreading you open even wider for Jeonghan. His fingers timidly ghost against your upper thigh. Your hand reaches down for his, guiding him to your pussy.

“You’re right,” Mingyu agrees in a low voice. “She’s soaking wet.” His fingers replace Jeonghan’s and you watch as the other man pulls his cock from his pants, stroking from the base to the tip and back down slowly. The massager is finally removed and the emptiness is shocking and mildly disorienting, but as quickly as the toy is removed, warm fingers are pushing inside of you. His voice rumbles against your back as Mingyu praises you. “You feel so good around my fingers.” He pushes his fingers in deeper, groaning against your ear as your hole tightens around them. “I want to be inside of you so badly.” He withdraws his wrist, bringing his thumb up and spreading your wetness along your clit before lightly applying pressure. Your hips mirror his motion, small gasps and soft sighs rolling over your lips as he continues to say aloud all of the ways he wants to have you.

You look over at Jeonghan and bite down on your bottom lip as you watch him. His eyes are trained on Mingyu’s fingers sliding in and out of you. He’s fisting his cock at the same lazy pace.

“You’re close,” Mingyu states, “You’re squeezing my fingers so tightly. Whose dick are you thinking about taking y/n? Hmm?”

Before you can answer, Jeonghan is taking control of the situation. “Help her on to my lap. Quickly.” You’re easily maneuvered until you’re sitting with your back against Jeonghan’s chest. Once again, he reaches between your legs, pulling your panties to the side. You look over at Mingyu, your eyes staying locked on his even as the head of Jeonghan’s cock nudges against your hole. You don’t break the stare, licking your lips and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. As Jeonghan begins to pull you down on his length, filling you slowly, your eyes flutter close. A stinging slap to your thighs has your eyes flying open. Jeonghan grips the back of your neck, groaning lightly as he corrects you. “Keep your eyes on Mingyu. He wants to see how you look when you fall apart on my dick.”

In a smooth motion, Jeonghan pushes deep inside of you, his hands squeezing your hips tight. At the same time, Mingyu leans over, kissing you deeply and swallowing every sound you make as Jeonghan rolls his hips forward. You wrap an arm around Mingyu’s shoulders, using him for leverage as you lift and angle your hips, giving Jeonghan a better range of motion.

“She likes it when you pull her hair,” Jeonghan gasps out between thrusts.

Mingyu grabs a handful of your hair, his grip tightening as he slowly tilts your head back, dragging a high pitched whine out of you. His lips leave a trail of searing heat in their wake as he moves down to your breasts, lightly flicking the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You swear loudly as his mouth closes around the swollen bud. He suckles lightly as he keeps a tight grip on your hair.

Jeonghan’s grip tightens on your waist as he canters his hips forward. The cramped space in the car makes it difficult, but not impossible. He keeps his strokes deep, each thrust forward rewarding you with small sounds of his pleasure. You match his rhythm, tightening your pussy each time he pushes inside of you, effectively heightening both of your pleasure. He rests his head between your shoulder blades, peppering your skin with kisses.

Mingyu’s mouth returns to yours and he drinks you in with an urgency that has you growing increasingly wetter with each swipe of his tongue along yours. The heat in your stomach pools heavier, fanning out from hip to hip and causing you to dig your nails into his back. He groans against your lips, swearing softly as you whimper Jeonghan’s name, followed by his. He takes this as his sign to aid Jeonghan and he reaches between your legs, sliding his fingers along your clit.

Your body jerks as he touches you, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as Jeonghan whispers in one ear,

“You’re such a whore. This is the wettest my pussy has ever been. You like Mingyu touching you? You get off on someone watching you get fucked?”

Your hips move erratically, rolling back as Jeonghan thrusts forward and cantering up to meet Mingyu’s fingers against your clit. The build up over the course of the night finally becomes too much to handle and you practically wail your release. You grip Mingyu’s arm, keeping his hand still as you roll your hips against his fingers, fucking against his hand as you bounce your ass on Jeonghan. Your orgasm builds quickly, washing over you in crashing waves that has your entire body trembling. You begin to go lax, your energy completely drained as you come, but Mingyu nor Jeonghan allow you a reprieve.

Jeonghan tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he cups your tit, flexing his fingers lightly and squeezing as his shallow thrusts grow more urgent. Mingyu’s fingers dip lower, his index finger teasing at your hole as Jeonghan ruts against you.

They both talk you through your orgasm, Jeonghan whispering increasingly filthy things in your ear while Mingyu encourages you to relax and come once more, “like the good girl” he knows you are. This pushes you over the edge again and with tears streaming down your face, you come once again, making a mess on Jeonghan’s slacks and covering Mingyu’s fingers in your slick.

Jeonghan’s hips stutter and he buries his face in your neck, moaning loudly as he spills deep inside of you.

“Holy shit,” you pant.

“Yeah,” Jeonghan echoes weakly. He kisses along your shoulder blade, coming to rest his chin on your shoulder. “Was that okay for you, love?” He checks in as he noses along your neck.

You nod, your body feeling heavy as you relax against Jeonghan. In silence, they both help you dress, Jeonghan suggesting they use the vibrator as a makeshift plug.

As the vibrator is pushed back inside of you, you let loose a loud, lewd moan as you stare down at Mingyu.

Jeonghan looks between the two of you, a wide smile slowly spreading along his lips. “You said you wanted to fuck her as well, Mingyu?” Mingyu nods emphatically. The car pulls to a stop in front of their apartment building and as Jeonghan slides out of the car he looks back at you both, asking, with a wide smile, “How about we see if she can take us both?”

#seventeen smut #jeonghan smut #mingyu smut #jeonghan x reader #bipoc reader #fanfic #mingyu x reader

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nastyatticman · 7 months

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I will elaborate further later but idk I feel like once he gets over his initial nervousness around new people, Bubba would get along really well with the average big chaotic Chinese diaspora family

his own family is pretty chaotic as is, so he’d get it. if he shows up late with you and everyone else is late he’d be so relieved

he’d be unsure what to do with himself upon arriving so if the host asks you both to help set up the dinner table he’d get into a good familiar rhythm with it and get to meet your folks in a more gradual way while moving chairs

he’d like having a chance to show how strong he is, it’s one of the things he’s confident about. good thing too, since your popo will probably want him to come back and help with carrying bags of rice from the store

if he has time he’d probably be shadowing whoever’s cooking in the kitchen, hoping to pick up on how to make your favorite foods.

Only problem is you’d have to tell people in advance he can’t really talk but you could figure out some other ways to communicate. but he’d be grateful it means he doesn’t have to memorize all the ways to refer to relatives in Chinese, phew

it kinda balances things out since if there’s a language barrier of any kind you’d be an interpreter for both him and your family

food wise I think he’d start off with char siu pork and rice (very obvious favorites) but find that he enjoys tofu with pork and glass noodles.

also I think he’d like seeing how the old folks dress. nice pattern clothes, comfortable layers, lots of color. he could spend an afternoon flipping through Chinatown Pretty some time for outfit inspiration. if you got him a floral button up he’d want to wear it next time so he can match

#nasty attic originals #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface x reader #slasher x bipoc reader #bipoc reader #idk what the tag is #I love him ur honor #bubba normally being used to doing violent things with his strength but hauling around a 50 pound bag of rice for your popo tho #so cute #she makes sure to get him some fruit and veggies too you know his family could use those #including those links bc lmao I still love those videos after seeing them in Chinese class like 9 years ago

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ouch-thats-harsh · 1 year

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Sappy and shit -- Bakugou Katsuki

Genre: some fluff thats all :))

warnings: none that I can think of other than that there's a mention of touching ass

notes: reader's pov, gn! reader, kinda self indulgent ngl but either way enjoy some baku fluff!!

"I love to kiss your neck. its so supple and soft, perfect for a little kiss..." you mumbled against his neck

its true, you do love his neck.

you two cuddle a lot during winter and since Katsuki's a walking furnace, you would just bury your face in his neck and he likes to hold you, therefore its a win-win for both.

you don't get to be 'sappy and shit' as he likes to put it all the time but when you do, you try to make the most of it

like now,

"I like your ass-" he says, holding you

"damn, way to ruin the mood" you cut him off, feeling him run his hand towards your said ass

"well, I had to say something before you got all sappy and shit" he says, chuckling at your pout

but you both know these are those lovey-dovey sappy moments you both crave

his crude yet somehow loving words, simple touches and glances

your little smiles, teasing words, light brushes against him and nicknames

they make up for the moments away

you two aren't big on PDA but damn, those little moments where you and him are holding hands or walking through the hallways together, just enjoying the other's company, that's your sappy and shit

and you know that, so does he.

--> reblog, comment and send in some feedbacks since I am writing for the first time in a way! appreciate you for reading, thanks!!

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reverie-verse · 11 months

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Ooops Mating Bond - Azriel x Reader

Prompt: The time you accepted the mating bond by force feeding your mate who hadn’t eaten all day. Your a younger than Tarquin so like 40. You’re a chef for the inner circle.

Yoo so this is my first time writing an Acotar fic, ummmm also Az is my favorite right now so don’t judge. Umm I hope you enjoy it!

Also fluff❤️ lemme know if you want more! Ps I promise in the future I will grammar check okay, cuz this ish is so getting out of hand 😭😭😭

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When you first joined the inner circle it was Mor, Cassian and Nesta who had found you. You were just a plain old fisher woman, you would go out on your little boat in the early mornings (mostly) to catch as many fish you could. You’d sell them to the other restaurants. You’d take whatever earnings you’d receive and hit the market. You’d buy various Ingredients for various dishes. In the time between you would take a nap before you prepared your dishes. Later in the evening you’d wake up and begin preparing different meals and pack them. It would be nearing toward the later part of the night. You’d pack your food cart and push it towards the direction of Rita’s. The night life there was always vibrant. You figured a change in crowd might be more beneficial to you.

There you stood with your cart and all, food hot and ready to be eaten. Mor had stumbled out of the club with Amren, Varian, and Azriel. They had been giggling to no end with smiles on their faces and twinkles in their eyes. Mor was the one who had rushed to your cart when she had smelt the variety of foods. She was more than delighted to pay for the entire cart of food. Amren complained that it was too much until she had tasted your food. Then she argued with Mor even though she particularly didn’t enjoy food about getting half the cart. Varian only laughed at his lover while Mor very seriously attempted to pull out money to pay for the entire cart. Azriel on the other hand had remained quiet. He watched you with careful eyes assessing you, and the cart. He had found it odd that he had never seen you before anywhere in Velaris. The fact that you had parked your cart out and near Rita’s. He had no reasons to truly believe you were to cause any harm.

Azriels face remained stoic and brooding but as a shadow singer and one of the most fear Illyrian spy you only smiled and offered him a pastry and some savory food. The Shadowsinger was taken back, everyone was so afraid of him he hadn’t expected you to outright smile at him. He reached into his pocket to fish out his money, his sapphiron's flickered in the street light. You moved your hand over the cart stoping his.

“ It’s on the house-”

He looked at you as if you spoke another language and you continued grinning. “ -For now. But when you come back I’ll charge you and your crew. Shadow man-.” You watched as he bit into the food. His whole body sagged at the taste of the food. It was rather comforting and it certainly hit the spot. You had packed the food into containers as you handed them to Azriel who was quietly enjoying his food. Mor and Amren had squealed with joy as Varian helped the struggling eater with the containers. You had closed up shop heading on your way home. Sure you had made money that night but it was worth it watching them express happiness over the food they had consumed.

It was like that for weeks and each time they had paid for the entire cart. With each passing day a new member of the inner circle would visit the cart along with your returning customers. At one point Feyre had asked why Mor, why everyone was so invested in a small food stand. To which she only replied “ The food is divine” So Feyre went and tried it with her friends and family. Needless to say she immediately demanded Rhysand to offer you a job to work for them. Whether it was at the River House, the Town House or the House of Wind. Rhys agreed without a second thought everyone was overjoyed that their favorite person would be joining them.

The High Lord and Lady appeared on your boat offering you a job which you gladly accepted. Months later you found yourself working in all three houses cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner. You enjoyed your job more than anything in the world. The best part was that you got to live there and a person who lingered in the shadows…. Traveling became much easier. Though it was horrible when you had to walk up those ten thousand steps with groceries. When you reached the top Azriel was quick to help you with the groceries it was a coincidence he had gotten there the same time you did. Thankfully that only happened one time. That was the only night the inner circle had no dinner and everyone was mad at those stairs because of it. This time around everyone had decided to stay at the River house.

You smiled at the memory as you finished today's breakfast having Nuala and Cerridwen place the dishes on the table. You began working on lunch for the day. You could hear the inner circle chatting at the table eating their food. Busy Bodies all of them, you chuckled to yourself. You waited though for a voice in particular one that was always brooding in the dark corner, with flying globs of shadows. Speaking of shadows one in particular found a safe place to rest as it wraps itself around your wrist. You looked at the shadow and whispered to it “ Where’s your master?” You were definitely joking when you had asked the question. Though the shadow seemed to believe you had meant it. It unravels itself from your wrist in a hot pursuit to find its master. You shake your head as you roll the dough.

After an hour or two everyone had cleared the table and set off to do their duties for the time being before lunch. Even as Nuala and Cerridwen were the maidens of Feyre they stuck close by you. They watched every movement you made and you knew who they reported too. Between them and the shadows you had no idea what to do. Azriel seemed to have kept all eyes on you at all times just as Rhys does with Feyre. The two were far more alike than you’d be willing to admit out loud. You and Azriel were barely mated. It snapped a month ago when he had come home from a mission. It had been a rough one and you both found yourselves together expressing hidden unrequited love amongst other things. However you hadn’t made a meal specifically for him yet.

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You had finished with lunch fairly early helping the twins set the table. You watched as the entire inner circle piled in. Elain sniffs the air gently “ Oh Y/N this smells amazing!” as she settles herself down in a chair. Nesta, not far behind her sister, finds a place to sit and she grins, which was enough said in her case. Cassian right behind Nesta and Mor hot on his heels, he shoves Mor. “I AM STARVING!”

Mor shoves “ You Pig, save some for me!!” She lunges for the table Cassian doing the same. You laugh at the two as they fought for a specific dish they wanted. Feyre and Rhys both emerged making their way to the table.

“ Don’t start fighting, guys there's plenty of food” You laughed at your two friends who were eyeing the same pastry platter but further down the table, within a second both were scrambling for it.

“ Oh wow Y/N I think this is the best spread of food you’ve made” Feyre smiles at you before taking her place at the table. Grabbing her plate and piling on the food. The table had been covered in various fruits, vegetable dishes, sandwiches and meat dishes, even some rice dishes as well. You attempted this time around to try a new pastry dish which was completely devoured by Mor and Cassian. You could see why everyone was so eager to eat it looked good.

“ Thank you, I really appreciate that” You gave her an accomplished smile. You were proud that it looked even though you felt you could’ve done better. This was good for now and everyone had the look of It hit the spot on their faces. So take that overthinking brain.

Rhys turned to you he was about to say something when Amren came barreling into the room, excitement etched on her face. “My favorite time of day!” She too also lunged for the table.

“ Looks like you finally curbed your appetite,” Nesta says from her spot.

Amren glared at Nesta “Even in this fae body, I wouldn’t mind attempting to see if my old appetite still lingers, girl”

Rhys chucked “ Enough Amren eat your lunch Y/N had worked so hard to prepare this exquisite meal for us” Rhys had taken his seat as well gathering food to put on his plate. You took a seat next to Elain taking a rest before heading back to the kitchen. You liked to hear the chatter amongst the group and about how their days were going. You were quiet and just enjoying the simplicity of it. Until your mind wandered to Azriel, who hadn’t been there for breakfast and now lunch.

You felt talons in your mind gently tapping on your shielded mind. You knew it was Rhys by how his mental talons scratched at your mind. Feyre had never done it to you but you assumed that she was a much more gentle experience than Rhys, no offense to him. You let him slip into your mind easily.

“ Why so sad little chef?”

“ Little Chef? Haha, very original old man. Where is he?” You watched as Feyre and Elain talked about her garden in the town house. Cassian slumped back in his chair giving himself a tummy rub. Nesta rolls her eyes at him as he gives her a rather suggestive look. Mor cackled when she noticed the interaction. Amren paid no mind to anyone sneaking more food onto her plate while stealing off of everyone else's.

“ Ouch, old man? Do remind me of who we are talking about again, Little Chef ” You sided eyed Rhys as his shoulders shook slightly from holding in a laugh.

“You play too many games, old man. You know who I am talking about ” You mentally rolled your own eyes, showing him the gesture while also mentally flipping him off.

“ Okay, okay, I do play games. I rather enjoy them. However your ‘old man’ of a mate is taking care of business for me.”

“ Feyre was right”

“ About what?”

“ Your all Busy bodies”

“ Hey, you looked like you needed some reassurance. It would be wrong of me to not help a fellow friend”

“ Uh-huh so when will he be back?”

“ He should be back in an hour.”

“ I am so telling Feyre you’re a busy body” By this point you and Rhys locked eyes, both of you continued communicating mentally. Any other person who looked from the outside would have guessed that maybe the two of you were staring each other down to see who would break first.

“ Y/N, that is far from the truth.” Rhys looked away briefly to roll his own eyes at you.

“ It is the truth! You swear you don’t ‘meddle in other people's business’ here you are telling me what I wanna know” You mentally pointed a finger at him as you laughed softly.

“ You looked sad! This is the last time I help you ease your mind” Rhys attempted to defend himself but it was no use, he in fact was a busy body whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Guilty busy body old man”

“ Don’t you have food to make, Little Chef”

“Thanks,”Your eyes lit with humor as you smiled before heading off to the kitchen to prepare dinner and Azriel’s lunch.

“Of course” Dipped his head at you returning that same humorous expression.

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The hour had passed and you had finished making Azriel’s plate and some of the dinner spread. You could feel the buzz of energy that belonged to him. Your bond had begun sharpening itself lately between you two. It hadn’t completely fortified itself just yet and you couldn’t figure out why. This would be the first meal you’d bring just to Azriel, your mind unbeknownst to you had not caught on to what was happening. You weren’t exactly lucky in the learning of mating. Your parents were different. You knew that, and everyone else knew that, so this concept to you was entirely new.

“ Miss?” Nuala called out to you.

“ Yes?” You replied as you fixed a missing piece to his plate before grabbing a glass of water along with it.

“ You’re running behind Miss” Nuala gives you a small smile as she shifts her gaze to the clock. You follow it cursing at yourself grabbing the plate before making your way hastily out the kitchen. Cerridwen had smiled at herself knowing what was about to transpire.

Nuala called out to you again “ Uh Miss he’s in the High lords study”.

“ Oh right, yes Okay, thank you! I will be back to help with the rest of the dinner!” You called out as you left the kitchen.

“ Should we warn her?” Cerridwen giggled. Cerridwen couldn’t help but be happy for the pair. Azriel deserved to be loved just as the rest of the group is.

“ No, let the happy couple be,” Nuala replied, continuing her work as well. Azriel deserved to be loved just as the rest of the group is. Nuala looked to her sister as they both shared a giddy giggle of happiness.

You had followed Nuala’s advice practically running down the halls to get to Azriel. You knew he had to be starving; there was no way he would not be hungry. You hadn’t realized what was happening when you entered the room. All three bat boys had been in a meeting which was abruptly stopped by you. You didn’t seem to notice as your feet carried you to Azriel. Azriel noticed the plate in your hands. His face is tinting a shade of pink. Now was definitely not the time to be giving him food. Cassian and Rhys both coughed, finding everything else in the room rather interesting.

“ Y/N now isn’t the best time for-“ Azriel started, though you cut him off quickly.

“ You didn’t eat breakfast or lunch so I made you some food.” You hand him the plate expecting him to eat it. Azriel cleared his throat nervously, he didn’t even attempt to eat it. Though his stomach growled and he so badly wanted to eat it. He also so badly wanted to have you to himself and his way with you but he couldn’t not even during an important meeting with his high lord and his general. Fuuuuccckk. He mentally groaned. This could not have happened at a far worse time than right now. He loved your innocence in all this but it was his fault he should’ve warned you.

“I understand but-“ He started again as he tried to find the words to tell you that this was extremely bad timing. You were not taking a no for an answer, the other two males had not moved fast enough to stop you either. You had shoved a piece of food in Azriel’s mouth. His eyes widened, he was shocked that you forced him to eat. Azriel made no more to chew, or swallow or make any sudden movements. Once he inhales the food it was game over for everyone including you.

“ You better chew it Az, and swallow it. You haven’t eaten a damn thing all day long and it’s the last time I tell you” You warned him. Cassian and Rhys looked at each other before lunging for you both.

Rhys was the first to grab you and pull you away. Cassain quickly grabbed the plate from Azriel’s hands carrying it like bomb “ I GOT IT!” Cassian rushed over to the window chucking it out of the study. Rhys grabbed a napkin as he marched over to Azriel “ Spit it out!” to which Azriel obliged.

Rhys handed Azriel a cup of water to which Cassian yelled “ NO NOT THE WATER” Rhys immediately switched hands and conjured up a second water.

“ You gave him water too!” Rhys groaned as he looked at Azriel who was in fact looking at you.

“ For fuck sake it’s literally water! He hasn’t eaten and I highly doubt he had water! You guys, I worked hard on that food. Cass that was also my favorite dish!” You whined as you twirled around and faced a wall that was decorated with one of Feyre’s paintings.

“ Sorry but I had to do it. I’ll buy you a new one” Cassian shrugged, though he’d have to admit it was a bit of an overreaction.

Rhys sighed “ Y/N has anyone ever spoken to you about the mating ritual?”

You froze in place, there was no way your high lord was about to teach you a lesson on mating bonds, especially the ritual, “Ooooo no, oh by the cauldron this is embarrassing” You could feel your blood heat under you skin, and creep along your chest and neck. Azriel’s eyebrows shot up realizing that maybe his brother shouldn’t express that knowledge to her. Cassian seemed to have noticed the sudden change.

“ Rhys, I think we should let Az explain to her..” Cassian suggested as he walked toward a chair and sat down.

Rhys sighed again he looked between you and Azriel, “ We aren’t leaving this room, you can explain it to her in the corner but I want you both where I can see you” Rhys walked over to his desk pulling out papers to work on while Cassian played with one of Rhys’s trinkets. Rhys reached over and took it out of his hand. “ That’s not a toy”

“ Then why is it on your desk?”

“ Because that is where I decided to place it”

“ Why would you do that”

“ Cass” Rhys had pinched the bridge of his nose as the two began a bickering of their own.

You shook your head as you walked over to Azriel shyly. Azriel reached for your wrist grabbing it as he pulled you closer to him. You were experiencing many mixed emotions and you were rather embarrassed. You wanted nothing more than to dive into your work to distract yourself. You also wanted to severely scrub this memory out of your brain. Your head hung low, Azriel let go of your wrist tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His finger grazed along the side of your jaw before dipping under your chin to tilt your head up so that your eyes could meet. Rhys had put a shield around you so that your conversation would stay between you with no prying ears. So to speak.

“ It’s okay” His usual sharp stoic demeanor softened, his eyes gently as they searched yours. Boy did you melt into a tiny ball of goo. “ You don’t have to be embarrassed. Shall I explain the ritual to you” He offered though he was going to tell you anyway. You groaned again moving your crown against his chest as you looked at the floor and at his feet. He only chuckled at your actions.

“ I’ll take that as a yes. Well what I can tell you is that when you give a mate food it signifies the bond. It makes it, as you would put it ‘official’. It means acceptance. After the acceptance, after the male eats all of the food given to him by his mate…they- uh do- a bit of mating of their own” Azriel was not sure how to phrase that last sentence. On any other given day with his job and with his life he would have used better terms. This was new; he had never done this before.

“ Oh-ooh- Oooooh I see” You felt even worse about your decision now. Azriel again lifted your head so that your eyes could lock again.

You huffed moving away from Azriel slightly as you spoke “ So from what I gathered is that I waltzed into this meeting almost force feed you-“

“ You didn’t waltz, you ran and barged in. You absolutely force fed me” Azriel teased you which only made you glare at him.

“ That’s not funny Az, I was about to put you into a sexual frenzy. “

“ Is that such a bad thing?” He reached for your hips but you smacked his hands away, not to say he couldn’t touch you but that this really wasn’t funny. Azriel ignored the fact that you did that, completely touch starved and craving you he pulled you back to him.

You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. “No but- you were busy, I knew that, I just wanted to make sure you ate.” Azriel smiled as he rested his forehead against yours.

“ Tell you what, when I am done with this meeting. I will personally come find you myself. You can warm me up some food and a glass of water-” you both chuckled at that , as he leaned closer to your ear this time “ -and when I finish, for dessert,-“ he pressed your body even harder into him, closer to him impossibly close”- I want you spread out for me, so that I can devour you, leaving you wanting and needing more.”

Your eyes widened, Azriel moved away before capturing your lips in a kiss, but before it could go no further Rhys snapped the shield back, Cassian already near Azriel pulling him off and away from you. You in that moment cursed Rhys and Cass in your mind but in reality you flipped both of them off. Rhys had called for Nuala to take you back to the Kitchen. Azriel who no longer remained broody held a smirk filled with mischief and desire. His eyes twinkled with excitement, he was happy to have you as his mate. You could definitely say the same about him.

Before you completely exited the study room Azriel winked at you. You smiled at him as you shut the door heading to the kitchen with Nuala who bombarded you with questions about what happened. Cerridwen finished decorating a dish as she grabbed another, you also spilled the beans to her as she wanted every juicy detail. The three of you had grabbed dish after dish placing it on the table. You were giddy, excited, but mostly nervous about the acceptance of the bond. You knew Azriel would take care of you but you couldn’t help but worry if you’d be interrupted. Though you knew no one would bother you. Time could not have gone by any slower if it weren’t for the twins who kept you company and busy.

Once the food was ready and everyone piled in. Again you found yourself searching for Azriel. Nowhere to be found you sighed. Feyre walked over towards you and pushed you in the direction of the kitchen.

“ There’s something in the kitchen I think you should look at” She tells you and you knew what or rather who she was referring too. You giggled nodding, you head into the kitchen, when a little shadow flew towards you, wrapping around your wrist, your hair and caressing the sides of your cheeks. You grinned knowing that the man of your dreams was sitting at the island you were working on. He had a plate, a fork and nice ready to eat. A glass of water sat next to his plate. He offered you a sweet smile. He beckoned you closer and you couldn’t resist. You grabbed a chair and sat next to him. He waited for you to sit down. “ Have you eaten today?” He asked you before digging in. You grabbed a fork of your own getting ready to eat with him.

“ I’ll pick off your plate” You replied as you held the fork in hand getting ready to grab a potato.

Azriel watched you for a moment taking it in that you were his. “ I don’t know if I can last”

“ What come on listen I’ll eat one half of the plate you eat the other side. It’ll be fine-”

“ No-I meant I doubt that I’m going to be able to eat this without wanting you right now” He whispered.

You felt your blood heat up again. “ Az, eat first and then we’ll see if there’s room for…me…” Azriel’s skin tinted pink when you whispered those words. He hadn’t expected you to flirt back like that. That made him want you even more.

“ There’s always room for you” He whispers.

“ I guess we’ll have to find out. '' You teased as you began eating a few tiny pieces so that Azriel could eat the entire plate.

Azriel only shook his head as he quietly dug into his food with you by his side.

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katemartinismywife · 29 days

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you're the one - p.b

☺︎ paige bueckers ☺︎ ☺︎ mini series: part one ☺︎

Summer went by incredibly fast especially when the two best friends spent every second of every day together. "This is our last morning together before you have to leave" Paige frowned looking over at the brunette. The girls couldn't sleep, so they stayed up talking about random things and memories of all the highschool games they played together.

Today Maia has to leave for summer workouts at NC State. Paige still had two more days in Minnesota before she had to leave. "I don't want to talk about that" Maia flipped her body to fully face. Slipping a smile at the brunette Paige gently smoothed a piece of hanging hair behind Maia's ear.

The two girls just stared at each other thinking about how much their lives are about to change. "You won't replace me right?" Maia asked her letting her thumb run over Paige's knuckles. "I could never"

Maia scooted over connecting their bodies. She wrapped her arms around Paige's neck and crossed the rest of their limbs together. Paige placed small kisses on Maia's neck. Maia pulled Paige back to see her face.

"I'm going to miss this pretty face" Maia smiled burning every inch of Paige's face into her memory. "You think I'm pretty awww" Paige teased inching their faces closer together. "I think you're very pretty, gorgeous even" Maia let her eyes fall to Paige's lips.

"Show me how pretty you think I am"

The brunette connected their lips placing two small kisses onto the blonde's lips. Paige hummed as Maia began to pull away. She gripped her hips pulling her closer. The kisses began to become sloppy especially when they finally let their tongues get tangled together.

Paige allows her hands to roam around Maia's body touching places she's always wanted to touch. Eventually, the two stopped once it began to get too far. Maia wanted their first time to mean something and knowing that they were both leaving soon it would be forgotten.

Paige and Maia have been in this predicament before. They were juniors in the empty basketball locker room getting too carried away. They didn't really talk about why they almost had sex, but knew they both liked each other and decided to keep it platonic.

Maia laid on Paige's chest as Paige's hands rubbed and squeezed her ass. "Pinky promise everything will stay the same" Paige whispered holding out her pinky.

"I pinky promise"

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jgoddesstarot · 8 months

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Pick-A-Pile: What Your Future Spouse Finds Sexy About You?

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🔮How I read: I use a mix of tarot cards, oracle cards, along with my intuitive abilities of claircognizance, clairaudience, and clairsentience.

🔮How this works: Close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

Pile 1

Tarot Cards: 8 of Wands, Ace of Cups, 4 of Swords, The Moon, Death

Greetings my Pile 1's! Your reading begins with the 8 of Wands, a card that signifies rapid movement and progress. This suggests that your future spouse finds your energy and zest for life incredibly attractive. They're drawn to how you seize the moment, meet challenges head-on, and how you always appear to be on the move, mastering the art of balancing many tasks simultaneously.

Next, comes the Ace of Cups, a card of new emotional beginnings, love, and happiness. This card hints that there's a deep emotional connection that your future spouse finds irresistible about you. Your ability to openly express your feelings and share your emotional depth is something that they truly value. It's your emotional intelligence and capacity for empathy that they find sexy.

We then move on to the 4 of Swords, a card of resting and rejuvenation. This suggests your future spouse admires your ability to switch off, to take time to recharge and rejuvenate. They love that you understand the importance of mental rest and self-care. Your zen-like calmness in a world of constant hustle is what they find very appealing.

The Moon, a card of intuition, dreams, and the subconscious, comes next. This indicates that your future spouse is captivated by your mysterious and intuitive nature. They find your innate ability to understand things that are not immediately obvious, your dreaminess, and your deep connection with your subconscious incredibly sexy.

Finally, we have Death, a card that signifies transformation and change. Fear not, for this does not predict a literal end. Instead, it points towards your ability to let go, to change, and to evolve. Your future spouse finds your resilience, your ability to transform and come out stronger after every setback, very attractive.

In conclusion, my Pile 1's, your future spouse finds your energy, emotional intelligence, calm composure, intuitive abilities, and your capacity for transformation incredibly sexy. Remember, these qualities make you unique and beautiful in your own way. Cherish them and let them shine!

Pile 2

Tarot Cards: The Lovers, Queen of Cups, 3 of Wands, 4 of Pentacles, Ace of Wands

Let's take a deep dive into the cards, my Pile 2's. The first card that we have for you is The Lovers. This card represents harmony and union. Your future spouse is drawn to the way you harmonize with the world around you, creating a sense of unity and balance wherever you go. Your ability to love unconditionally and make those around you feel cherished is incredibly appealing to them.

Moving on, we have the Queen of Cups, a card of empathy, compassion, and emotional openness. Your future spouse is attracted to your emotional intelligence, the way you understand and empathize with others. The depth of your feelings, your kindness, and your nurturing nature are all qualities they find irresistible.

The third card in your reading is the 3 of Wands. This card symbolizes foresight, planning, and expansion. Your future spouse finds your vision, your ability to foresee and plan for the future, and your zest for expansion very sexy. They love how you are always looking forward, seeking new horizons and greater development.

Next, we see the 4 of Pentacles, a card associated with control, stability, and security. This indicates that your future spouse admires your stable nature, your ability to keep a level head, and your knack for creating security in your relationships. They find your ability to take control and maintain stability very appealing.

Lastly, we have the Ace of Wands, a card linked to inspiration, creativity, and new beginnings. Your future spouse is captivated by your creative spark, your enthusiasm, and your ability to always start fresh. Your inspiring nature and your zest for life are what your future spouse finds incredibly sexy.

In conclusion, my Pile 2's, your future spouse is drawn to your harmonious nature, emotional openness, visionary thinking, stability, and creative spark. These qualities make you irresistibly attractive to them. Remember to embrace and cherish these qualities because they make you unique and are the essence of your charm.

Pile 3

Tarot Cards: King of Swords, Knight of Pentacles, 10 of Cups, The Star, Justice

Alright, my Pile 3's, let's dive right into this spicy tarot reading about what your future spouse finds irresistibly sexy about you. First up, we have the King of Swords. This card represents intelligence, truth, and clear thinking. Your future spouse is wildly turned on by your intellect and your ability to approach problems with a clear, rational mind. They find your assertiveness and decisiveness incredibly sexy, and they love the way you're not afraid to speak your truth.

Next, we have the Knight of Pentacles. This card is all about efficiency, routine, and consistency. Your future spouse admires your work ethic and your commitment to achieving your goals. They're attracted to your determination and your ability to turn dreams into reality. They find your practicality and dependability incredibly alluring.

The third card is the 10 of Cups, a card associated with harmony, love, and happiness within relationships. Your future spouse is enchanted by your capacity to love deeply and your pursuit of harmony in your relationships. They're drawn to your genuine happiness and your ability to spread joy wherever you go. This emotional depth and genuine warmth is a huge turn-on for them.

Next up is The Star, a card linked to hope, faith, and rejuvenation. Your future spouse finds your positivity and hopefulness incredibly appealing. They love your ability to keep faith even during the tough times and your knack for turning negative situations into positive ones. Your optimistic outlook and your ability to inspire others is a big part of what they find sexy about you.

Lastly, we have Justice, a card associated with fairness, truth, and law. Your future spouse marvels at your sense of justice and your commitment to truth. They find your balanced perspective and your ability to stand up for what's right incredibly attractive. They're turned on by your moral compass and your refusal to compromise on your principles.

In conclusion, my Pile 3's, your future spouse finds your intelligence, practicality, emotional depth, optimism, and sense of justice immensely sexy. These qualities are what make you irresistible to them. Always remember to value these traits in yourself, for they are what set you apart and make you uniquely alluring to your future spouse.

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dejwrld · 10 months

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˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

y/n l/n moves to japan for the summer alongside her ballet coach and godmother utahime iori to attend a huge ballet convention for many ballerinas worldwide. entering the summer with just ballet on her mind, those priorities are put to the side when she meets record player shop employee and skateboarder choso kamo. the two of them being opposite of a coin seem to mesh together perfectly after y/n stumbles into the shop he works at out of pure curiosity. which is the start of both of them having the summer of their lifetime. a summer filled with fun, ballet, skateboarding, friendship, and obviously love.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings: female reader, female anatomy described, written with black reader in mind, ballet dancer!reader, skater boy/band member!choso, non curse au, noritishi and choso are cousins in this ok!, first & second year trio are aged up for plot purposes, the adults in the jjk world actually trying to guide the youngins, mentions of retired rockstar!geto suguru, mentions retired ballet dancer!utahime iori, tooth-rotting fluff, smut in some portions, this lowkey self-indulgent, very fast-paced series, love at first sight trope, each chapter will have individual warnings, update dates could change or be delayed | mdni, taglist form, other creations

TABLE OF CONTENT

— (i) // who the hell listens to classical music — (ii) // lost guitar picks and late nights — (iii) // fireworks and first kisses — (iv) // late night sleepover — (v) // goodbye for now — (epilogue) // 5 years later

Y/N LN ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ CHOSO KAMO

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⸻ ✧ other chars.

— noritoshi kamo, twenty-two, drummer, employee at suguru's record shop — todo aoi, twenty-two, club security guard, tattoo artist apprentic — momo nishimiya, twenty-two, ballet dancer, part-time dance instructor at utahime's dance studio — yuji itadori, eighteen, college freshman, intern at kento's publishing, undecided major — megumi fushiguro, eighteen, freshman, cafe shop employee, art major — nobara kugisaki, eighteen, freshman, cafe shop employee, fashion merchadise major

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⸻ ✧ other chars will be added later.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⸻ ✧ playlist.

#choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader #anime smut #anime x reader #female reader #x black reader #black reader #bipoc writers #jjk x black reader #angelshubnetwork #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

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blackterrae · 8 months

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Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers I’m putting you on! For the following:

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

Vinnie Hacker

Tiktokers

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

New York Undercover

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James Bay(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @sunflowertuliplily @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @artemisthewh0re @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

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henneseyhoe · 5 months

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NAVIGATION ↴

☆“think they harujuku,

they just some yung ho!”☆

Main Masterlist ✮ Kinktober Masterlist

Request rules: please have a plot idea OR what kind short (fluff, smut, angst etc) you want in the request. <3

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wildsyde · 2 years

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Title: Sugar Baby Shua

Word Count: 1,889

Pairing: Joshua x BIPOC female reader

Content Warnings: Sugar baby Joshua, oral sex, vaginal sex, kitchen sex, porn without plot

Prompt: In the group chat we were discussing how expensive Shua looks so I thought… what if he’s a sugar baby? And to fund his lifestyle….

Authors Note: I didn’t proofread so if there are typos or tense switches, no there’s not :))

His arms snake around your waist as his lips meet the shell of your ear. “Please?” Joshua softly asks, the infliction in his tone closely bordering on whiny. With a roll of your eyes you continue washing the dishes. You think he would get the hint after the long silence, but again, his lips brush your ear, his arms tightening around your waist as he whispers again, “Come on, love. Please?” Your stomach tightens, followed by a full body shudder that you cannot suppress, as Joshua kisses just below your ear. He eases his lips over your skin, lightly brushing them against your neck as he begins to bargain.

“What if—,” he hesitates as he presses a kiss to the side of your neck. He continues, his voice husky, “—I make you feel good? Hmm?” His hands travel up from your waist, stopping just below your breasts. His mouth meets your neck again, his lips parting to slide his tongue along your sensitive skin. “Give in to me. You always do.”

You inhale a shaky breath as you reach for a towel to dry your hands. You turn around in his arms, an eyebrow cocked as you stare at him. He has a small smirk on his lips and a triumphant gleam in his eyes. He knows you so well.

“Fine,” you agree, giving in to him. “But, you know what you have to do to earn it, right?” The tightening in your stomach returns as his large hands grip your waist to lift you on the counter top. You bite your bottom lip as you stare over at him, your hips shifting as you notice his eyelids growing heavier the longer he stares. He grips your thighs, his fingers flexing tightly as he spreads your knees, moving to stand between your legs.

“How shall I earn the money, hmm?” He whispers as his fingers trail along your thighs. You’re dressed in a pajama set, one that he picked out, and you’re starting to realize why as he slipped his fingers easily under the hem of the satin shorts. “You never wear panties when you wear these. Did you realize that?” Your skin tingles, goosebumps rising as his fingers dance just out of reach of your pussy. “You’re so warm,” he mutters as he leans in, lightly brushing his lips against yours. “I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”

You begin to shift your hips again, attempting to press down on the counter in an attempt to dull the throbbing that’s beginning deep inside of you. However, Joshua grips your hip, stopping you.

“I have to make you feel good, remember?”

You lean in, closing the gap to kiss him. Your hand falls to his wrist and you guide him, placing his hand over your cunt. “Hurry up and do it.” You inhale sharply as his fingers part your lips and with ease, he pushes a finger inside of you. You are soaking wet and he muses that same thought aloud as he easily slips in a second finger.

“Fuck y/n,” he groans lightly, “I’m starting to think you really get off on spoiling me.” He curls his fingers up, dragging the pads across the spot that has your toes curling and you throwing back your head. “It’s so easy to make you feel good,” he hums appreciatively as he withdraws his fingers slowly, spreading your wetness along your clit. He slides the tips of his fingers along the bud, applying light pressure that feels simultaneously like not enough and too much. With his free hand, he pulls down the strap to your top, dipping his head down to kiss your shoulder.

You exhale a shaky breath as he nips your skin. You feel his hand shift, his fingers dip low again and he’s sliding the same two fingers inside of you as his thumb works your clit in easy circles. “Shua,” you moan low in your throat. Something akin to a growl is his response as he works the digits in deeper, causing your back to arch as you push your hips forward to meet his hand. Your walls tighten around his fingers as you grow aware of the feel of his teeth dragging over your skin. You hiss loudly as stinging pain is followed by pleasure as his fingers dance across that same spot, his thumb still moving lazily against your clit, the pressure alternating between light touches and the type of touch that makes your vision white along the edges.

You can’t take much more of this and coming on his fingers will not justify this egregious purchase, so you place your hand on his chest, pushing him back a bit. His brows draw together in confusion and, like the demon that he is, he doesn’t stop fingering you as he questions,

“What?”

Your response is to place your hand on top of his head and push him down until he gets the hint. With a broad smile on his face, he grips your thighs as he settles on his knees, yanking you to the edge of the counter. You prop your feet on his shoulders, urging him forward as you reach down to pull your shorts to the side. He doesn’t hesitate to lean in, nosing along your wet lips before he licks a long stripe from your hole to your clit. One of your hands grips the counter top, the other clenching tightly in his hair as you swear.

He focuses on your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue against it before lightly wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. This would be enough to have you seeing stars, but he pushes his fingers back inside of you, moaning loudly as he greedily devours you. Your grip tightens in his hair as he pulls his hands out, dipping his head lower to circle his tongue around your fluttering hole. When he pushes his tongue inside of you, your hips canter up and you hold his head steady as you roll them forward, grinding against his face.

“Oh yessss Shua. Just like that.” Your praise is met with a low groan and renewed energy as he moves from your hole back up to your clit. He’s skilled, methodical in the way that he rolls his tongue against you, his fingers sliding in and out of you with more urgency. You can feel your lower abdomen tightening as pleasure begins to mount. Your pussy tightens around his fingers, your hips moving erratically as you attempt to fuck his face to completion.

Attempt being the operative word because right as you were on the precipice of orgasm, your toes curling, thighs trembling, and breathy pants rushing from your lungs, he stops, staring up at you with eyes darkened by desire. He doesn’t have to ask; you push off the counter and turn around, presenting your ass to him. You hear the rustle of clothes being removed and you damn near whimper as you feel the heavy warmth of his cock through the thin satin of your shorts.

Your shorts are yanked just under your ass. His hand slides around to your stomach, the palm flat against your abdomen, and he pushes up gently, lifting your hips. You spread your legs wider, bracing yourself as you feel him drag his dick along your ass, lightly slapping the head against your round cheeks, before positioning his head against your stretched hole. You cry out as he pushes inside of you, the stretch making you gasp and the sudden feeling of being immensely full making you dizzy, especially when he presses against your stomach.

Joshua bites your ear lightly, softly speaking in your ear. “I can feel me here.” Your knees buckle as he curls his body over yours, snapping his hips forward. He grips your shoulder, pulling you back when he thrusts forward, groaning loudly. “You feel so fucking good y/n.” He bottoms out, slowly rutting his hips against your ass.

You lower your head to the cool countertop, trying to catch your breath, but he doesn’t let you. His hands fall to your waist, his thumbs resting in the small dimples in your back and he squeezes lightly as he withdraws his hips, teasing your entrance with just the head of his cock. He changes the angle of his hips, slowly pushing back inside of you. As each inch drags along your walls, you reflexively tighten, moaning loudly as he rocks forward.

He fucks you deep and slow, his voice caressing your brown skin as he talks to you. “I love watching you stretch around me. You have no idea how crazy that makes me.” You can only whine as he continues to thrust forward. “Am I—shit—making you feel good y/n?”

Your voice breaks as you reply, “So good Shua. So so good.” You roll your hips back to match his pace, his voice slowly fading, the silence quickly filling with both of your breathless pants and your whimpering.

You feel him begin to pulse against your walls, his hips stuttering as he struggles to keep the same rhythm. You fuck that up though, holding onto the counter as you push back against him, his name falling from your lips loudly, like a debauched prayer. He responds by pressing his entire body weight against you, trapping you against the counter, and driving his hips with force and at a pace that has you crying out with each snap forward.

He whispers in your ear, “Come for me baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”

“Cl—close,” you gasp. Tension builds in your hips, fanning inward to tighten your lower abdomen.

“I can feel it. You’re so tight. Be my good girl and come for me.” Those are the magic words that have your knees giving out and your vision whiting as your pussy clenches tightly around him. Joshua fucks you through your orgasm, praising you all the while. “Love the sounds you make for me. You’re so beautiful when you’re coming on my cock.” His hands cover yours, your fingers intertwining as he moans, “Gonna come.” He pushes deeper inside of you, grunting softly as he grinds into you. He withdraws his hips again, and with one last thrust that has your body rocking forward, he’s gasping your name as he comes deep inside of you.

He lays against your back, breathing heavily. You come down before he does, the post orgasmic bliss causing your words to slur as you grumble, “Heavy. Move.”

“Gimme a minute,” Joshua pants.

“Any longer and I start deducting money.”

He slaps your ass, moaning as it jiggles against him. “Fine. But,” he pauses as he straightens up, slowly pulling out of you and biting back a moan as he does, “did I make you feel good?”

You pull your shorts back up and turn around, sleepily smiling up at him. “You always do.” He wraps his arms around you, kissing your forehead as he sighs contentedly. He’s wearing a wide grin as you pull back to look up at him and you realize he’s half right; you do get off on spoiling him, but you enjoy his smile and happiness much much more.

Okay, well not more than getting your back blown out, but y’ know.

#bipoc reader #fanfic #seventeen smut #joshua x reader #seventeen joshua #smut #joshua x black female reader

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black-is-beautiful18 · 6 months

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The West, and we all know exactly who I’m talking about, will never understand the plights of the global majority. Sure we have popular book series like The Hunger Games but we saw just how “colorblind” they were when a semi-accurate Rue made her first appearance on their screens. Ppl were literally saying that they lost empathy for her cuz she was Black when she was quite literally Black in the freaking book. The same thing happened with Babel by R. F. Kuang. White bookstagramer showed her whole behind cuz apparently the book discussing oppression made her “feel bad for being white” cuz the white girl in the story literally was apart of the problem. Even had the audacity to label it as racist. This all goes hand-in-hand with my other post where I said they need to start making stories from the eye of the oppressor and not the oppressed. They don’t get it. They want to “save” us but really just want to be heroes. That is not the same thing as fighting against an oppressive ppl and system. It is a god complex. Let the MC learn how corrupt their country and system is. Let them realize that they most likely are part of the problem! This is also how we wind up with them using our experiences and placing them on elves and orcs even after we’ve said that it’s not doing what they think it is. If they don’t understand Star Wars and can’t see that it’s always been political then they do not need to be writing these stories.

#white authors #white readers #the hunger games #babel rf kuang #cuz this clearly isn’t working #start amplifying books by bipoc authors #actually listen #ask questions if you’re confused #you do not always need to be the hero #you’ll survive #reading #unique writes

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umber-cinders · 30 days

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Can I get a reblog/comment train of Black writers that are on Ao3?

There are a lot of them on here but with the state of tumblr rn I'd like to know where is everybody on Ao3?? Where are the Black writers on Ao3 with Black OCs and stories with Black readers and OTPs?!

Like I'll go first if you want

Cause of course I love a good story no matter the writer's ethnicity or race but I really want to see more from people that look like me.

WHERE Y'ALL AT? 😔

#ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic #fanfics #fanfiction #writers of tumblr #Bipoc writers #black reader #x black reader #anime #black writblr #black writers #writers of ao3 #black women #black men #black people

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reverie-verse · 9 months

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Hello! Can I request a Azriel x Reader angst? The reader and Az are mates but Az was too infatuated with Mor, and after years of waiting the reader moves on with an OMC. They’re finally happy and feel loved and all Azriel can do is watch as his mate gets pulled from him completely. The reader tells him it’s too late. (The reader isn’t bitter)

The Mate That Got Away- Azriel x Reader

Note: There will be a ball, and the outfits are going to be vague. So you can picture what you’d like, if you prefer ethnic traditional clothing, great! If you like modern clothing that’s also great too. The style is up to you! However the color of the outfit will match the male character. So whatever color his court is, whatever color he represents the reader will have.

Ooooooo I almost forgot! I pictured Lestat from queen of the damned as Eris. I’m sorry it is what it is. Thats where my brain 😂😂. I do hope this meets your expectations and I’m sorry if it doesn’t. All I know is I was breaking my own damn heart writing this 😭 💔.

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You left a note pinned to your bed. You had changed into all black clothing. Your bag packed with most of your belongings slung over your shoulder, your hair pulled back a black hood pulled to cover your head. You were perched on the window seal taking one final look around the precious space of your room. You saying one last goodbye, you were leaving your home, you were leaving Velaris. Your heart cracked into a million pieces, but it was the right thing to do. You had too. By the time they would return from their trip and stumble into your room you’d be long gone. Some part of you wished that things could be different and that it didn’t have to be this way. The bigger half knew better, you had to do this. It was the only thing you had left, and you had endured enough pain to last you hundreds of life times. It was time to say goodbye. You turned away hopping off the ledge and down the River house. You landed gracefully and quietly.

“ Are you sure about this?” A male voice whispered to you. You looked up to your old room and the rest of the house. Your heart heavy, you turned to the male who spoke to you. Fiery red hair and a golden eye stared back at you, his face expressing that of sadness. Lucien was the only one who you talked to about this. He was your ticket out. Everyone was too close, he never asked too many questions only when he figured you needed consulting that he bombarded you with them. You two were close enough to consider one another as good friends.

“ Yes, Lucien. We’ve been over this a hundred times. We are burning moonlight” You sighed quietly walking over to him.

“ I know, but I think you should stay. Everyone will be devastated. I’m sure you can speak with Rhys and Feyre, tell them the truth-“

“ That won’t change anything. It doesn’t matter what I say, nothing will change the fact that I need to leave. It’s just easier that way” You tell him while the two of you walk further away from the home.

“Did I ever tell you how I knew this young human turned high fae who instead of running away from her mate she ran towards him '' He says as the two of you come to a halt, realizing that you both were far enough from the home to make traveling much easier and more discrete. He scoops you into his arms. He braces himself so that he can winnow you.

“ Lucien I’m not changing my mind”

“Right, well it was worth another attempt”

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You were gone, with no traces left of you. Everyone had panicked, they searched the entire home, the house of wind and the town house. There was nothing. Standing in the foyer of the river house everyone’s gaze shifted to Azriel. They knew of the mating bond between you two, however what they didn’t know was that he rejected the bond. Azriel was hesitant and he did almost accept it but his mind kept drifting to Mor. He couldn’t let her go even if he tried. He didn’t want to either. Yet every day much like Lucien you strived to at least to get to know him and you did. What he didn’t know was that you loved him. No one knew except Lucien. You two shared similarities more than you realized. The only difference was Elain was beginning to come around. Azriel was never going to come around.

Azriel attempted to reach you through the mating bond only to find a cold numbness. You both couldn’t exactly break the bond but you could block each other. Azriel considered that as one possibility. While his mind went to a dark place, where someone could have kidnapped you and dosed you with faebane, it was his job to assume the worst. Azriel couldn’t take his mind off you, for a moment he was searching for his friend, then the next his mate, then back to his friend. His eyes searched the room for Mor finding her near the fire place, her expression filled with pain and sadness. She had lost one person she was close to. It broke his heart to see her in that state. Feyres voice broke him from his train of thought.

“ Did any of you find anything?” Feyre asked, looking between each member. Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose. His body is rigid and tense.

“ Not a thing. She covered her tracks well” Cassin crosses his arms as he rocks himself on his feet.

“ That’s because she does not want to be found” Lucien says as he walks through the threshold of the living room. Everyone was standing except for Elain and Nesta. All of their pointed gazes turned directly towards him. Lucien looked past everyone, his eyes landing directly on Azriel. His shadows danced around him furiously. He was hurt, angry, confused. He didn't know what to say or what to expect from you.

“ Why would she not want to be found?” Mor asked as she turned away from the fireplace. She couldn’t understand why you would make such a drastic move such as this one. This was out of the ordinary for even you, there had to be a reason why you’d disappear without a trace, it just wasn’t like you. The strangest part was that you had asked Lucien to take you wherever you went. “ Why would she bother asking you to take her?” She asked Lucien as she stared him down while he started Azriel down.

“Because she trusted me more than she trusted the rest of you” He says simply.

“ She’s only known you for half a second. Why would she put all her faith into you? ” Azriel bounced off of Mors questions. She was right , it was rather odd for you to take off the way you did. This wasn’t normal behavior which meant something was extremely wrong. Azriel was your friend first before your mate, he will always be your friend first, right now as your friend trusting someone like Lucien was always questionable. Again his gaze shifted to Mor who was biting her lip, she began to pace, her mind must’ve been racing a mile a minute. He wanted to reach out and hold-no not right now he can’t not when you were gone.

“She had her reasons. I did not press the issue because she did not wish to talk about it.” Lucien glares at Azriel.

“ So you simply let her walk away with no questions of your own” Azriel challenged.

“ You want an explanation for a question that I can’t give you”

“ Why? Because she has sworn you to secrecy” Mor hissed. “ You know something. She must’ve said a word, a phrase, anything!”

Cassian asked, arms still crossed. “Is it possible she could’ve left a note?”

“ There may be a possibility, Cass check her room see if you find anything that might give us an idea of where she headed or why she took off” Rhys ordered his brother turned general. Cassian gave him a curt nod heading off to your room.

“ Elain is there a chance you could’ve seen this in your vision?” Feyre asked her sister as she walked over to her.

Elain shook her head. “ No I can’t get a read on her, she won’t allow me into her mind. Her future is blocked from me”

“ I can’t get a read on her either” Rhys says as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “ Azriel? What of the mating bond?”

Azriel’s sharpened gaze stayed trained on Lucien “Nothing, it’s quiet on her end. Too quiet.” Even as Azriel rejected the bond he still remained protective of you, though his heart yearned for Mor. Lucien tightened his gaze on Azriel the two stared each other down. Cassian bounded down the stairs quickly as he reached the threshold a piece of paper tucked into his hand. “ She left a note. It’s addressed to you Feyre” He walkes over to her handing her the folded paper.

“ Me?” She looks between him and the paper hesitantly taking it from him.

“ What” Mor gasped “ She-let me see the note”

“ No, Mor I don’t think you should see this”

“ Let me read the note” Azriel says, if anyone should, he prefers it was him who witness it, you were his mate. It had to account for something. Even if his heart belongs to Mor and not yours. Was that selfish, to want to still take ownership of you but be in love with another. No, it was deeply wrong. Yet he found himself hurt and curious.

Feyre however needed time to think and with a note that could possibly explain your whereabouts and why you specifically chose her to read it. She could only assume that you had figured out Azriel’s love for Mor. If that was the case then the entirety of the situation would start an internal conflict for Mor herself. A conflict of a truth that could be forced out into the open. Tonight would not be the night for that. As if Rhys had peaked into Feyres mind he says “- As much as we all are curious about her note I suggest everyone take the evening off, we can deal with this tomorrow.-“

“You can’t be serious?! She could be in trouble! She could be hurting and you want to wait until tomorrow!” Mor growled.

“ Easy Girl” Amren says as she moves from the window to stand by Mor. Mor turned to glare at Amren, her chest heaving up and down furious.

“Our friend is out there, somewhere, possibly hurting, and you want me to take it easy. You have some nerve-“

“ Girl you watch your tongue before I rip it out of your blonde head-“ Rhys and Cassian jumped to action moving the women away from each other. Nesta and Elain standing up from the couch, Nesta made quick work to push Elain protectively behind her. Rhys held his second in command away from everyone, to which Amren was rather calm but more or less annoyed at the theatrics. Cassian wrapped his arms around Mor holding her close to his chest.

“ It was my fault. I didn’t want it to be this way. Not like this-“ Azriel starts his shadows becoming droopy and hidden behind him. This was because of him, he hadn’t realized it until now, the note, the fighting, the way he wanted to recuse Mor, instead of searching for you. Shame itched at him.

Mor pushed against Cassian to let her go. “ What are you talking about?-”Mor asked as she struggled against Cassian who made no move, only holding her tightly. Everyone held their breath, this was becoming a reality. Mor shook her head. When Azriel made no move to explain his own eyes flickering to meet hers. The information fits together like puzzle pieces. There was no need to read the note because everything they needed to know was right in front of them. “- No-you- didn’t- Why would you risk the bond?! You idiot!” Mor continued to struggle in Cassian's arms. Elain places a hand over her mouth as it hung open. Nesta frozen by the words she heard mulling over the meaning.

“ I did it because I love you! Mor I fell in love with you, since I first saw you, I have always loved you. This wasn’t how I wanted to do this-“ He tells her as he steps towards her, Mors body sags in defeat, this was her last straw.

“-You-You ruined everything” Mor whispers softly, gentle tears streaming down her face. Cassian let go of Mor slowly as she pushed away from him. She moved towards the living room crossing the threshold and to the front door, she planned on staying anywhere else but the River house.

“Mor!” Azriel called out after attempting to go after her but not when Rhys stopped him. He had removed himself from Amren, placing a hand on Azriel’s shoulder.

“ Let her go” He tells him, Azriel listens and remains in his place, but his heart ripped in half, two people had walked away from him in the same night, and both were his fault.

“ She’ll come back, she always does” Cassian says as he stands on the other side of Azriel.

—

You rolled onto your side staring at the man who laid next to you. He was laying on his stomach, his arms buried beneath the pillow, his cheek resting against it. His wine red hair in a wavy mess plastered to the pillow. His hair paired well against his tan skin, a lighter color than his brother. Your heart swooned at the sight of him. You reached over caressing his cheek. You moved your hand away pushing him over to the side so you could tuck yourself under his arms. He follows suit and gives you the space to do so. You had a feeling he was awake, you could feel the rumble of a chuckle in his chest. You snuggled into his bare chest basking in his warmth. His eyes remained closed as he held you close. You shut your eyes as the two of you began to fall back asleep.

A knock was heard on your shared bedroom door. The man holding you groaned, it was your turn to giggle at him . “Eris! Y/N!?” Lucien’s voice called out to you both.

“ I am going to murder him” Eris growled.

“ No you’re not, he's my best friend and your brother.” You tell him, as he sighed roughly making you smile though you knew Eris would never harm Lucien, the two have grown closer as of recently, all thanks to you. Their brother bonds stronger than before.

“ I am coming in you both better be decent when I open this door!” Lucien says as he opens the door stepping inside. Thankfully you both were already decent. You slept in Eris’s tunic while he slept shirtless and in pants. You untangled yourself from Eris’s arms even though he protested. Eris sighed as he propped himself against a few pillows, resting an arm behind his head. You sat up cross legged under the blankets. “Oh good you both are decent”

“ What is it Lucien?” Eris asked as his amber eyes stared at his brother.

“ The ball” He tells him simply.

“ What about it?” You asked.

“ All courts are attending, including the Night Court. They had just decided and sent a reply to Helion. Elain was the one who told me '' Lucien says as Eris who was already looking at you noticed the nervous expression on your face. Lucien has turned his attention towards you.

“ I guess that means it’s time” You tell them quietly.

“ I’m afraid so” Eris replies. You both stare at each other, Eris reaches over and takes your hands in his.

Lucien had left the room, claiming he needed to get dressed and that Elain would need some help picking a matching outfit. It’s been two years since you’ve left Velaris. Two years since you last saw him. Since you left your friends. You wondered if they resented you for it. You wondered if Elain told them about you already. Lucien always reassured you that she never did even when they asked questions about her visions. You never asked him questions though, you never asked how they were, how Azriel was nor about Morrigan either. You assumed they lived happily ever after. You guessed that today would be the day where everyone would find out about one another.

You climbed out of the bed getting ready to go to the closet, Eris reached out a hand grabbing your arm pulling you back to him. You sighed, turning to look at Eris who had a mischievous smirk on his face. A silly smile slipped on your face as soon as you realized what he was going to do. “ Oh no, No-No-No we are going to be late!-Eris!” Eris yanked you back down onto the bed. Trapping you under him in attempts to kiss you.

“ Eris!” You warned him as you tried to squirm away.

“We’ll be quick I swear!” He watched you hesitate, your half on the bed and half off the bed. It was his chance to grab you again.

“That’s what you said last time!”You squealed your back landing onto the plush bed. Lips attach themselves to yours drawing you in, consuming you whole.

—-

The ball was organized as a birthday party for Helion, the Day Court planned to celebrate him. Each court was sent an invitation; this was the biggest ball of the year. It has been a long time since the courts have ever gathered together unified enough to be in the same room. Everyone was mingling amongst themselves as different courts arrived at various times of the evening. The night court had made it before Autumn. The inner circle spoke with different court members all except Azriel.

The night after you left Azriel spoke with Mor alone, he had learned the truth, about her and himself. He realized that he had made a grave mistake. For the past two years he spent the time he had searching for you. Only to come up empty each time, even Mor vouched to help him find you and there was nothing. No word from anyone. Eventually she had given up on the search, Rhys and offered for Azriel to take some time away from everyone including the search for you but he refused. Everyone had given him space and the time he needed to grieve but it made no difference.

He was haunted by the memories of you regardless. You were all he could think about for the past two year, and with the help of Mor, you were a permanent marking. Everyday he spent time working on the bond hoping to connect with you, and if he succeeded he could find you. The only problem was you were strong in blocking the mating bond. You made it near impossible to find you, to connect, to be linked to you. He admitted that you were well trained in that department. It was a task you were always good at. Still he continued with his quest on finding you. His eyes scanned the ball room, hoping and wishing for your presence, hoping to hear your voice, maybe offer you a dance while the two of you talk and ignore the crowd… But that was wishful thinking. Music played in the background as couples danced on the floor, Mor walked over to Azriel handing him a glass of wine. “ I think you’re going to need this more than I do” She tells him softly, taking a drink from her own cup.

“ What makes you think I will?” He asks, taking the glass, holding it in his hand not bothering to touch it. He eyes the crowd before eyeing the cup in his hand.

“If she isn’t here you’ll be spending the entire night in heartbreak watching all these couples, you might as well be drunk for it”

“ Maybe I don’t want that-“ Mors gasp caught him by surprise, his eyes looking at her following her gaze. There you were. As beautiful as the last time he saw you. Your hair styled perfectly, your skin glowing, you had a smile on your face so bright and full of life, your laugh echoed hitting his ears turning into a wonderful melody. Time truly seemed to slow down. Your hand was intertwined with someone else’s, a ring on your wedding finger, your outfit you had worn colored in reddish orange, the colors of autumn. It couldn’t have been Lucien, he was already waltzing on the dancing floor with Elain. Which only left one highlord Eris. He too was smiling as he spoke with Cassian and Nesta. Mor growled at the sight. Rhys and Feyre approached Azriel and Mor. Amren, as quiet as ever appeared next to her with Varian by her side, soon enough the rest of the inner circle gathered together.

“ She looks happy” Azriel says as the group turns to look at his saddened face. He had lost the one chance at happiness after he lost his first, a mistake he regretted more than anything. Had he known that Mor had never felt for him the way he had for her, then you would be in his arms now. You would be with him and not Eris.

“She does,” Rhys acknowledged Azriel’s comment, watching his brother closely. Nesta and Cassian had hugged you before leaving to head to the dance floor. You looked so relieved that they embraced you, you had turned to your husband, with yet another smile. Eris shared that smile with you as if to say I told you so. He took your hand back in his as he pulled you to the dance floor, as if he had done it many times, you fell into his arms melting into them as if you two were mated from the beginning. You swayed with him, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms wrapped around your waist. You two spoke to each other, laughing and sharing sweet nothings. Azriel wished that it was him holding you that way, to watch you smile, and laugh effortlessly. He wanted to be Eris. He wanted to be the one wearing the wedding band that you gave him, he wanted you to wear the wedding band he gave you. He wanted what Eris had.

Nesta and Cassian had crossed the dance floor and headed to the group. Cassian had seen the pain in his brother's eyes, his own heartbreaking. He wasn’t sure what he could say that might ease Azriel’s suffering. He placed a hand on Azriel’s shoulder giving him a soft squeeze. Azriel had made up his mind “ I’m going to talk to her” everyone looked at Azriel questioning his motivation. Walking away from his friends he walks towards you. He could smell the two of you, how your scents intermingled, it was repulsive to him, he couldn’t stand the smell, instead he wished it was his smell on you. Yours on him. But it was too late for that. Eris had taken your hand and twirled you around, pulling you back to him swaying again, you giggled at his feeble attempt to flirt with you. As Azriel got closer he fought the urge to kill and maim him right where he was. Azriel reached you both and cleared his throat. You and Eris looked towards Azriel, the smiles slipping from both of your faces. Azriel wished he hadn’t been the one to make your smile fall.

“ Do you mind if I cut in?” He asks.

Eris looks at you first ignoring his request. You sighed, you knew this time was going to come, Eris tightened his hold on you. Your heart smiled at his protectiveness. You gave Eris a nod of approval. He looked at you for a little while longer, leaning down and kissed your cheek. You offered him a sweet smile as he reached up and caressed your cheek. He turned away from you heading off in another direction, he glared at Azriel who returned the stare down. Azriel smiled gently to which you had taken his outstretched hand. You kept the hold simple, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands remained on your waist. You were hesitant, you shifted uncomfortably.

Azriel cleared his throat “ How are you?”

For this you smiled, your eyes traveled to Eris who was speaking with Lucien for a moment before looking back to Azriel. “ I am better. And You?”

“ I-it could be better-” He admits. “There is something that I’d like to ask you”

“ Alright”

“ What drew you away from me?”

“ Azriel I don’t think-“

“I would like to know”

You sighed the weight returning to your chest. “ I-I left because you were in love with Mor. The way you looked at her was the way I wished you’d look at me. I waited for you for years, and you never-it was never going to work. You love her, she is the one you wanted. I wasn’t going to get in the way of that.-” You shrugged lightly. You shook your head at the old memories that were embedded in your mind and heart. “-You told her how you felt and she said no to you didn’t she?” You looked him in the eyes. The bond may have been blocked but you were still able to read him like an open book. You knew him better than he knew himself. Azriel looked away, he came to you for a second chance because his first rejected him. You stopped moving, not bothering to sway with the music any longer.

“ I can explain myself-“ His heart had no more pieces to break, it was already shattered.

“ Unrequited love can be painful, can it not?” You tell him your voice pained.

“ Yes, but I understand now what it feels like-“

“ You think that you do but you don’t Az. Its different when you reject a mate, that bond is sacred. And you threw it away.” You tell him with no cruelty in the words only the truth, the reality. He was expecting you to shout at him, hit him, yell at him, but you did none of those things.

“ Y/N-“ his own voice cracks.

You shake your head “ No, Azriel. I am happy-I-I have a family that cares for me, A husband who loves me, and I love him. You can't ask me to leave them because I won’t”

“I understand…” Azriel’s gaze drops from your eyes to the floor, completely broken and defeated. His own eyes pricked with tears. You wrapped your arms around Azriel’s neck pulling him in for a hug.

“ You deserve to be loved Az. Never forget that.” You whispered to him as you held him. Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist holding onto you tightly. He never wanted to leave your embrace, but it was too late for that. It was something he would keep with him forever. You pulled away sliding from his embrace, your hands slipped past each other one last time. Azriel watched as you made your way back to your husband who smiled once your gaze settled on him. He extended his hand towards you and you took it with no hesitation. You had not looked back once as the two of you left the hall wrapped in each other's arms. Azriel watched you walk right out of his arms into another. You were right, it was a different feeling, more painful than anything he had ever experienced. You were bonded to him but you fell in love with Eris. This was the pain you felt when you had watched him fall for Mor as you were bound to him.

He truly understood the weight of the bond and it’s worth.

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