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luna-has-some-thoughts · 2 days

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Pt 2. EXTRA Danny accidentally becomes the president

P2 extra: Danny becomes the president

Danny slept for ONLY a few days and when he woke up he was healed of all injury. Oh, and also, he wasn't in his room. NO, he was in a mansion, a FRUITLOOP type of mansion. A beautiful gothic inspired mansion that screamed "I AM ELEGANCE, I AM BEAUTY I AM MONEY" it was only when he one of the workers in the mansion came in did he get informed about what happened these last few days.

APPARENTLY this wasn't just a mansion, it was a WHITE HOUSE. Except it was panted like a black and green galaxy because everyone hates white now

And also he's the president.

A Fenton is either EXTREMELY SUCCESSFUL or EXTREMELY UNSUCCESSFUL.

All he wanted to keep to protect his town from the GIW. But considering that fainted he was... unsuccessful? But that slight failure did help the amity parkers decide to help themselves and finally accept him as hero so maybe not??

He was happy that they accepted him and protected him but he really wasn't expecting this at all. Why in the world did they make him president??? He didn't think they liked him that much! Also! How is he president??? Amity park is just a random town in the middle of nowhere Illinois!

Wait...what??! WHAT DO YOU MEAN AMITY IS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY???!! I WAS OUT FOR 3 DAYS! THEY HAVENT EVEN STARTED CLEANING UP YET HOW IN THE NAME OF THEY ANCIENTS DID WE GET DECLARED AS AN INDEPENDENT COUNTRY????!

"I see..." Danny nodded after finally calming down. "So let me get this straight..." He counted on his fingers, "You," he looks at the woman in front of him "along side other people and ghosts, and mom and dad, and fright night, and Pandora...kidnapped the us president"

She nodded.

"Took him to UN headquarters, then Bribed, blackmailed, and harrased the UN members into declaring us a country"

.she nodded.

"Then declared me as king and president of amity"

She nodded.

"You know this new development is gonna attract the league of bitches right?"

"Oh we won't have to worry about that for now, but when they do then we'll be prepared." She smiled innocently.

Danny stared at her with tired eyes as he channeled his inner amity parker, the power to say well, I guess this is happening now. He sighed "Fine, but I can't be king and president at the same time. I can be king since you're all liminal, so technically all of amity is part of the whole ghost king territory." He sighed, "but I can't be president, too much responsibility, I'm already in charge of a whole ass realm"

So now they needed a new president, preferably some uncorrupt, someone who doesn't care much about the money and will always look for ways to improve the living standard, someone kind but not a push over.

Next day it was declared that.

MADDIE AND JACK FENTON, PRESIDENTS OF AMITY.

Danny was stunned when he saw the news. Did they seriously pick the resident mad scientists as president.

Don't get him wrong, he loves his parents and know that they're awesome but can they do this???

Turns out they can.

The president Drs Fenton's first move was healthcare for Both ghosts and humans and a free class dedicated to helping yourself.

Helping yourself classes include:

How to stitch your self up

How to use fudge as a weapon

How to fight the world most dangerous villains.

How to fight the worlds strongest heroes

Etch.

They launched some programs that might seem weird at first.

Programs like:

A defence class against sentient food.

Making friends with the realms

A school for the liminal

A class for avoiding the fae.

Using the blob ghosts as construction workers.

Etch

They might be weird but the end results turned out to be pretty usefull for the amity parkers.

At some point they decided to build a wall around the countrys property. It would ensure that only the amity parkers and people with permission would be able to enter/leave the town. There would be no gate and the only way out would be trough the portal system built by the Fenton's.

Danny thought it was too much

The amity parkers thought it was perfect, they didn't want anyone in their country, this was the kings haunt, this was their home and they would die and then come back as ghosts just to protect it.

And so the wall was raised..

Amity park continued to live in harmony and peace for many years...

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A couple of years later.

Flash had come across the wall.

And of course, alerted the league of bitches.

Batman was having a headache, no matter where he looked, no matter how many government systems he hacked, there was nothing. Not a single piece of info, not a single paper trail on what could possibly be whats behind the wall, and when it was built.

But it's impossible for something that big to just appear out of nowhere.

So the JL had suggested looking over Illinois via satellite, the wall didn't have a roof so they should be able to see the inside.

"What the heck" Oracle cursed as she looked at the camera. "Hey RR, look at this"

"what is it?" Red Robin walked closer, coffee mug in hand.

"Somethings interfering, I can't get a view of the wall at all" she took a sip of her own coffee as she tried hacking. Emphasis on TRIED.

The batcomputer was covered in static, then turned black. After that it flashed gold with a Egyptian like gold simbol and a message.

"NU UH"

" Get wrecked ".

Suddenly whoever was On the other side started hacking the batcomputer.

It turned into a nearly 24 hour, (Oracle: does this hacker not sleep??) battle of trying to keep the hacker away from their bat systems.

It only stopped when the hacker sent a message.

"Nice as this little war was, im getting bored so bye (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)"

Seizing the opportunity they tried to hack in. Only to be hit with a firewall and a virus.

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Life was good, life was stressful but it was good for Danny.

He thought to himself as he walked towards the wall that kept them safe.

Appearantly the clan of glorified furrys tried hacking them last night. Unfortunately for them not only was Tucker incredibly good at hacking, his liminality also gave him less need for sleep so he just kept messing with them until they were exhausted.

But this little occurrence made Danny think a bit. Now that the GIW was gone and the Anti ecto acts were basically burned without a trace , there was no need to hide. There was never a need to isolate their little country in the first place.

The amity parkers are free come and go whenever they want, the wall isn't here to keep them in, it's to keep the outsiders out. The rich familys often go out, they can't just disappear from society after all, but the other amity parkers, they don't. They haven't left at all, claiming that it was better for them here as they probably won't be accepted. Just because the Anti ecto laws are gone doesn't change the fact that liminals and ghost aren't recognized as species, they were closer to myths than metas and the world, (especially the league of bitches) werent like them, they were terrified of change. So they stayed in amity.

The people just wanted to feel safe for a while, lay low until they're sure that no one would hurt them any more. But they're stronger now, better than before and more ...magical.

Danny stops waking and looks back at the town. Liminals, ghost, blobs, and humans with ghostly features from the ecto walked, talked and played together. He grinned so what if the world would have a hard time accepting them? The worlds opinion doesn't matter, destroying it or fleeing to another dimension was always a choice and his people aren't the type to back down from a fight.

Yeah, It was time to reintroduce Amity to the world. He flipped the switch and the walls portal gate opened to Gotham.

Now then? They had a plan, his people suggested he take the lead in the plan and they will follow.

The plan? The plan was to become a head ache for Bruce Wayne, aka the The Furry knight.

Rich fruitloop with a plan to takeover the business world style.

_________

Tim is stressed not only is he stressed with the whole random Illinois wall situation he's also stressing out about this random Business man that appeared out of nowhere And is competing against WE!

Okay, maybe not competing but still!! It's only been two months, TWO MONTHS since this company appeared and it was already competing for one of the richest companys in America! How?????

So he tried looking into the owner. The owner looked like about his age! Looked like a fresh 18 year old but his file says he's 25, something about slow aging that runs in the family, maybe a meta gene? But theres no way he could build a billionaire company from scratch at only 25 so hes definitely born in a rich family. Daniel Fenton, his name, a perfectly normal name. Only issue is that, THERE ARE NO BILLIONAIRE FAMILIES NAMED FENTON!.

He looked deeper, he found an interview that said he was from a country called Amity when asked where it was, he gave coordinates. Not an address, not a continent, but COORDINATES. And Guess where the coordinates led?

THE FREAKING WALL OF ILLINOIS!!!!.

This man came from the wall! Well... Most likely INSIDE the wall. But from the wall nonetheless.

So he told Bruce, and what was the best way to get a business mans attention without being suspicious?

A GALA

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shusora · 2 days

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SHOW ME! — XAVIER (沈星回).

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend and roommate, xavier makes an unexpectedly lewd demand, not that you wanted to refuse.

DETAILS. f2l + roommate au TAGS. 18+ content mdni! porn without plot, masturbation/mutual masturbation, oral sex + fingering, loss of virginity (m&f), explicit language, ooc xavier whoops WC. 5.6k [unedited]

SORA’S NOTES: it’s been a while since i had written, so i apologize in advance if she’s a little rusty LOL

YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY KNOW when, or how, you began thinking of your best friend in a different light. But whatever it was, it was slowly driving you insane, and it is all the more worse knowing that you and him — Xavier— are within the same proximity. There were so many instances where you caught yourself staring knowingly towards him; his face, his body, his hands, and so on. In those moments, all unholy thoughts paraded your brain like a waterfall — which was often followed by a huge wave of guilt washing over you. The persistent warm, fuzzy feeling dwelling within your chest whenever he leaned close to you became unbearable, and it was almost as if your own heart was ready to jump out of your ribcage and pounce on the blond male. Despite all this, your harbourage of both attraction and envy towards Xavier merely snowballed — his nonchalance and seemingly indifferent disposition, both of which you so desperately wish you had, as butterflies would flutter around and about in your stomach all the whilst admiring your best friend in silence from the side for months.

In a few months time, these feelings would subside and everything would go back to normal — you often told to yourself, with your poor heart hammering rapidly against your chest as you would recall the moments whereas his fingertips would softly — barely, is the right word (to the point it is almost teasing) — graze against your waist as he reached for his phone which was sitting on the kitchen table behind you, or even worse, when his lips were merely centimetres away from your neck as his warm breaths tickled your ears — only to find out that he needed to get the television remote on the coffee table. It was driving you fucking insane.

So much as you are depraved of his touch, you begin to crave for him even more.

"Mm, fuck." A soft sigh parted from your lips, your eyes half-closed as you succumbed to the pleasure underneath the moonlight; your back slightly arched off the bed as the slick noises of your pussy being fucked with your fingers echoed throughout your bedroom walls. Fuck. You wanted more — no, you needed more. You needed him.

You knew, deep down, that this felt wrong; pleasuring yourself to your best friend, let alone your roommate — whose bedroom is right beside yours. He wasn't your boyfriend, and he sure as hell wasn't aware of all the thoughts you've had of him these past couple of months, but shit — all those lingering touches of his almost felt intentional, and it definitely felt unfair; for you to be this affected while he continued on with his business, completely ignorant with the effect he has casted upon you.

"Mmh—ah Xavi," you whimpered his name softly, your voice in a quiet whisper as you raised your hips to meet each curl of your fingers. All that you could picture was him with his hands wandering around your body, touching you in all the spots that made you weak — his lips devouring yours as he destroyed you the way he knew best. The slick noises that echoed athwart your room only grew louder, with the changed profound intensity that your fingers had set, rapidly fucking yourself with your fingers as your other hand traveled up to your breast; toying with your sensitive nipples. Quiet, yet bated breaths began to slip past your lips, along with the soft moans and whimpers of his name as you coaxed yourself into your orgasm; your backed arched along with your legs trembling, a sharp gasp left your lips.

If only Xavier knew how much of an effect he had on you — so much to the point that you often had to fall asleep with a persistent desperation for his touch; his presence. If only Xavier knew how much you had fallen for him.

"Morning," Xavier greeted you as he walked out of his bedroom, the edges of his lips curled up into a small smile. There was a hint of fatigue laced in his voice, but then again, it would've been more unusual if he had sounded more zestful and exuberant.

"Morning to you, too." You replied back as you busied yourself with chopping vegetables. "You slept well last night?"

You would've almost missed it if you hadn't glanced up towards Xavier at the right moment, but you could've sworn that you saw a smirk on his face – only seconds before he returned to his blasé front. This caught you off guard, and for a moment – you silently prayed he wouldn’t be able to read the myriads of worrying thoughts that were scattered all across your mind in that millisecond.

"Mm, yeah. I did. Probably the best I've ever slept in a long time."

A nervous smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a soft laugh slipping past your mouth in response. "Oh that's good – I mean, you've always been a heavy sleeper, after all."

“What about you?” He returned the question.

You continued to cut the vegetables, however your pace eventually began to stagger. The way Xavier was eyeing you, up and down, made your stomach churn in ways you could never grow accustomed to. The vibe in itself felt completely different; there was something in his gaze that screamed blatant cognizance, but you attempted to shrug that feeling off.

“Splendidly, I even had a great dream.” You replied in a singsong tone as you finished up chopping, and you made your way to the sink to wash your hands.

"Your dream..." Xavier hummed in response, your ears picking up on his footsteps gradually growing louder the closer he got to you; his chest barely grazing your back, as his lips barely hovered your ear. "By chance, was I in your dream?"

You jumped at his words, the warm incarnadine that was flushed on your cheeks merely intensified.

"What makes you say that?" You stammered out, turning off the faucet hurriedly, before forcing out a giggle. "Once in a blue moon you can be quite the jokester."

"Once in a blue moon? Last time I checked, it's nine in the morning."

"Oh my god Xavier, you know what I mean--"

"I heard you say my name last night," Xavier cut you off, his eyes basking in your face flushing even more in both shock and embarrassment. "What was that about?"

Oh my, fuck. If only you could shrink into an atom and simply disappear, you would in an instant. The sound of your heart ramming against your chest was the only thing you could hear in that moment. Just how could you reply to that? Why the hell was he so straight forward? You snuck a glance towards the blond male, and although he feigned innocence with his question, you could clearly see the slightest glint of mischief in his midnight blue eyes.

"Silly, you must've been hearing things." You replied, shrugging your shoulders. Your ears had almost gone deaf to the strong and quickened beating your heart against your chest. Xavier was still closely behind you, awaiting your answer -- however, you would very much rather crawl into a hole than admitting it. "Uh, anyway, wanna help me cook the omelette?"

"I can't just be hearing things," Xavier replied. "This isn't the first time."

Before you could utter a single response, you felt his large hands wrap around your waist before he spun you around, and almost instantaneously you covered your flushed face with your hands from his gaze. While you snuck a small peek through your fingers, you caught quite a sight. If your heart wasn't hammering against your ribcage hard enough, then it definitely was now.

"Y-You're red, Xavier" you commented, your voice an octave higher than usual. The urge to stroke your fingers through his blond locks was nearly unbearable, and even worse for his slightly flushed cheeks.

"I wonder whose fault that is," he mumbled softly, furrowing his brows slightly.

Out of the many months where you longed for him, this was the closest he had ever been to you; his chest pressed against yours, and your face merely inches away from his as his hands nestled on the curves of your waist.

"Are you trying to imply that it's my fault?" You bit back, however your voice immediately went soft and quiet beneath his gaze.

"I'm surprised," Xavier began, his voice chillingly soft as his warm breath hovered over your ear. "Despite living together for a year, I'm surprised that you had forgotten how thin the walls were."

Your cheeks had increasingly gotten warmer, and both shame and embarrassment washed over your entire being. There was no use acting ignorant of the whole situation. He already knew. You wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. Xavier was always quiet, so you had completely forgotten about the thin walls. There was no hiding it now.

"So you heard it," you muttered quietly, averting your gaze from his. "I-I'm so sorry. That's so embarrassing, and I must've made you feel so uncomfortable—"

"I never said I didn't like it," Xavier's soft timbre cut you off of your small rambles, his fingers gently playing with the ends of your locks. You glanced towards the male with a surprised look plastered across your face. "Didn't I tell you?"

You watched as he brought the strands of your hair to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to it while he maintained eye contact with you.

"I had the best sleep last night," Xavier continued, "you were a lot louder than usual too, hm?"

"Xavier..." Without even realizing, his name slipped past your lips —your voice tinted in wanton.

"It was unbearable," Xavier said, "having to constantly rely on my imagination and dreams when you're here right in front of me. Do you know how difficult it was for me to hold back when you were calling for me last night?"

It took everything in you to not squeeze your legs to satiate the warmth and pressure building up in your lower abdomen — it was too damn difficult because of how horny he was making you feel.

"Are you not weirded out?" You shyly questioned him. "We are supposed to be best friends but I'm... doing these type of things."

"Me weirded out? Impossible." Xavier scoffed, and his grip on your waist merely tightened. "For the longest time, I've liked you. I'm glad that you also see me as a man."

"I like you too, more than you can imagine," you said, your mind in a daze from his sudden confession. "All those times you've heard me, I was always thinking of you."

Xavier's breath hitched at your words, and all the possible rational thoughts swimming in your head waned the moment could feel his growing bulge growing against your leg; his laboured breath, his rose tinted cheeks, and his bedroom eyes begging you to allow him to take it a step further — you couldn't fight it. You were just as desperate as he was, or perhaps even more.

Your fingers traced over his cheek and jawline, to his lips. Your heart had never felt more warm, your stomach fluttering at the fact that he, too, returned your feelings of affection. You wanted him – you needed him.

"Kiss me," you whispered, "please."

His response to your wishes were instantaneous, it made your heart jump and then flutter. It was soft, his lips pressed on yours and his large hands cupping your face as if you were the most delicate being. A soft gasp left your lips as his hands trailed lower, his cool fingertips snuck beneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Xavier, your best friend, was touching you in ways that you thought that you could only imagine.

"I'll only stop if you tell me," Xavier mumbled in between kisses, and you hummed in response.

"I don't want you to stop," you said bashfully, and you grabbed his hands, which were still resting atop your bare abdomen and you guided his hands to your bare breast; squeezing the soft mound. You watched Xavier's face immediately go from a soft incarnadine to a red tomato, and his eyes were heavily clouded in lust and ardor. It turned you on even more, watching Xavier’s last bit of his rationale snap.

"Ah, fuck. Let's take this to the bedroom."

The blond male hoisted you up in his arms, eliciting an abrupt gasp from you. Excitement, anticipation, adoration, nervousness — millions of thoughts swarmed through your head as each step he took brought you nearer to his room, your heart hammering rapidly against your chest.

The moment your back met the comfort of his mattress, his lips were latched onto yours with such desperation and urgency. You threaded your fingers through his mane, pulling him closer to you. Xavier's hands explored north underneath your shirt, your back arching closer to his chest as he fondled on your breasts; his fingers softly pinching the erect bud. You moaned softly against his lips, raising your hips slightly to grind against the tent growing beneath his sweatpants.

With a profound delicateness, he slowly removed the thin fabric; the cool air immediately hitting your skin. Xavier basked in the sight before him; you underneath him, your upper body all bare for him to admire.

"No amount of my imagination can trump this," Xavier suddenly commented, and a wave of embarrassment washed over your entire being. "You're so beautiful."

"X-Xavier," a gentle whimper slipped past your lips as you raised your hips once more to meet his. "Stop teasing me."

"Teasing? What teasing?" Xavier questioned, tilting his head off to the side. "I'm just admiring you."

"Or..." Both his eyes and his fingers trailed lower, his pointer finger playing with the hems of your shorts. "Do you need to be pleased down here too?"

Oh, god. This man was going to be the absolute death of you.

Before you could mutter a response, Xavier suddenly moved to the opposite end of the bed which then caught you off guard, but the darkened look in his eyes and the evident tent in his pants kept you aching for more.

"Show me," Xavier began, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you please yourself thinking about me."

"W-What?" You stammered out. Was he literally asking you to masturbate in front of him? In broad daylight? "That's so embarrassing, Xavier!"

"Then we can call it a day," Xavier hummed as a reply, and before he got up from his bed, you grabbed ahold of his wrist. You were shaking at this point, from both arousal and embarrassment.

"W-Wait! I never said I wouldn't do it... It just sounds a little embarrassing, that's all." Your voice slowly grew quieter and quieter as you muttered those words aloud.

"I was just teasing you," Xavier smiled softly, and you rolled your eyes immediately after.

"I'll do it, still..." You muttered softly, and his gaze on you merely hardened when you began to slowly strip out of your panties and shorts.

You could hear his breath hitch when he noticed the dampened spot in your grey underwear, which merely shot even more arousal to your cunt.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. Show me everything."

How could you not comply? Especially when this man is practically twitching in his pants and using every fibre of his being to not touch you, yet. You spread your legs open, revealing a thin string of arousal dripping down your hole. Xavier gulped at the sight, his eyes heavily fixated on your wet cunt. This poor man's composure was moments away from breaking. However, now that you were already bare and exposed, a newfound confidence came over you — already itching to see how far long before this man would lose control.

You let out a soft hum when you stretched your pussy lips apart, giving the man in front of you a sight. Trailing your fingers down to your heat, you let out a breathy sigh when you inserted one finger inside. Despite knowing Xavier for many years, there was still no doubt that you felt a little shy showing this side of yours to him.

The wet sounds of your fingers pleasuring your pussy resonated across his bedroom, by then you had already inserted a second finger and you were already moments away from reaching your orgasm. However, the sound of fabric getting tossed to the floor caught your attention and your gaze immediately switched down to Xavier's cock; standing upright and twitching with his pre-cum leaking out.

"Don't mind me," he said breathily, his large hand wrapped around his length as he began to stroke it languidly. "I want to see you feel good."

He was incredibly large, now that you had seen it bare. You quickened your pace and curled your fingers, and a whimper slipped past your lips. You brought your hand down to rub your clit while you fingered yourself in tandem, your mind clouded in ecstasy yet you yearned for more. For him. You raised your hips, aching for more friction with your hands.

"I-I'm so close, Xavier." You moaned out, your body twitching as you continued to rub your clit. "Mm, fuck. I want you so bad. My fingers aren't enoughhh."

"Fuck," Xavier hissed underneath his breath, raising his hips slightly to meet his own hand as his strokes quickened. "Keep going. You're such a good girl for me. I'll give you my fingers if you cum for me."

Xavier had always been a man of nonchalance and always had a knack for acting ignorant after pulling some mischievous strings, yet this was the first time you ever heard him speak so dirtily. It aroused you to the core.

You threw your head back as you reached your orgasm, your pussy twitching against your fingers. Xavier’s intense gaze on you never once wavered, and you watched him bite his lips when you brought your soaked fingers to your lips; licking them seductively while maintaining eye contact with him.

“You’re so fucking naughty, Y/N.” Xavier said before he latched his lips onto yours. “Do you want my fingers that badly?”

You moaned against his lips, your fingers instantly finding his hands that were holding onto your waist before guiding them to spot where you most needed him. “Mm, Xavier please, I want your fingers s’bad.”

“Ah—!” Without warning, Xavier plunged two fingers inside your pussy and a surprised moan slipped past your lips. Instinctively, you pressed your hands against his shoulders, but he wouldn’t budge. His fingers were so deep inside you, far more deeper than you thought your fingers could ever reach. The pleasure was immense.

“It seems to me that your pussy prefers my fingers over yours," Xavier commented, not saving you any moment to reply as his thrusts quickened. "You're tightening around my fingers, Y/N. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you like this?"

You nodded your head rapidly in reply, unable to trust the stability of your voice as he had already established a relentless pace with his fingers. "F-Feels so good," you stammered out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"Feels a lot more different compared to your fingers, huh?" His deep voice resonated in your mind, your eyes rolling back as he curled his fingers. "T-There!" You gasped out, rocking your hips against his hand.

Almost immediately, with his other hand, he pressed his palm against your abdomen while he quickened the pace with his thrusts – the tip of his fingers constantly hitting your sweet spot while the pressure he applied with his other palm sent you into cloud nine. His room was filled with the sloppy sounds of his finger work on your pussy and your sweet moans, begging him to continue. The pleasure was almost too unbearable, and an unfamiliar sensation was building up in the depths of your lower abdomen.

"X-Xavi," you squeaked his name through laboured breaths and stifled moans, "I’m so close..!”

The warmth broiling in your lower abdomen was too much for you to bear, the unadulterated pleasure clouding your mind. And there it was, warm water sprayed all over the blond male’s hand as you arched your back into his — your eyes rolled back, and a loud moan erupted from your throat.

It took a few moments for you to recover, and the aftermath of your release brought you immense embarrassment; your eyes locked onto Xavier while his azure gaze darted between his drenched hands and your soaked cunt, his mouth was slightly agape and his eyes wide in surprise. Hell, you didn’t even know your body was capable of being a water sprinkler until this very moment, even embarrassing knowing that it was under the manipulation of your best friend’s hand.

"I'm-- I'm so sorry, Xavi. Do you want to get a towel?"

"How did you do that?" Xavier questioned you, but you shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, but you caused it."

"Oh, really? Does that mean that if I touch you like this again, you'll create another puddle like this one?" He said, circling his fingers on the curves of your waist. It was so obvious to know what he wanted.

This man.

"Xavier!" You exclaimed, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "T-That's enough. I want to make you feel good too."

With nimble hands, you pushed your best friend down on the bed; your hips pinning his against the soft mattress.

He truly was a sight to behold, far more better than your imaginations could ever imagine. Your hands trailed lower and lower, your nails softly grazing against his pale skin. A small grin tugged at the corners of your lips when you felt him twitch beneath your touch, your fingers barely hovering over his erection.

“Don’t be a tease,” Xavier warned, but you paid him no mind. At this point, he was at your submission.

“But that’s what you’ve been doing to me for past few months,” you remarked, giving the blond male a sly grin as you teasingly poked a finger against his tip — which almost immediately, twitched at your touch. “It’s only fair that I return the favour.”

“You’re quite confident now, after what I just did to you.”

“So you’re asking to be teased even more?”

“Y/N,” he warned you once more, but you merely smiled back at him. Even after treating your pussy like that, he could still look so adorable; his ears tinted red with his eyes clouded in desire and want. It truly wouldn’t hurt pressing on more of his buttons, and see how many you’d need to see this man break and lose control.

“I’m just kidding,” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a slight squeeze as you stroked it upwards. You couldn’t look away from the facial expressions Xavier was making, there was no way you couldn’t — not when he looked so disheveled from your hands; the incarnadine hue returning to his cheeks, his brows furrowed while he bit his lips closed, trying everything he could to show that he didn’t lose control.

“You’re twitching lots,” you commented, and Xavier grunted in dismay towards your teasing.

You stifled a giggle before licking a stripe along his shaft, all while maintaining eye contact with Xavier. Eventually, you opened your mouth around his hardened tip — sucking on it gently to illicit stifled moans from the usually blasé male. You didn’t realize until now how sexy it was to hear a man’s moan, and hell, you wanted to hear more.

“Y/N—” A soft groan left Xavier’s lips as you sunk your lips lower on his dick, and tears began to swell in your eyes the deeper you went. This was your first time ever giving a blowjob, and based on his reactions, you hoped you did a good job. Xavier’s hand immediately traveled to the back of your head, his long fingers tangled in your locks while his other hand barely covered his trembling mouth.

You tried to ignore the ache dwelling between your legs as you continued to pleasure him, your gaze glued onto his face while you took him into your mouth; drool escaping your lips as you struggled to take him whole without feeling your nostrils burning.

Xavier’s breath became increasingly more laboured and shaky, barely able to control his moans. He continued to play with your hair as he thrusted up into your face, and just as when you could feel him twitching and growing larger in your mouth, he forcefully pulled your face away from his cock.

Heavy breaths filled the room, with you both attempting to catch your breaths. However, that was all interrupted when you pulled you back in for a heated kiss — teeth clashing and tongues intertwined. You could feel him using his weight to push you back down to the soft mattress, however you both couldn’t get your hands and lips off one another.

“You’re,” Xavier said before returning his lips onto yours, “going to be— the death of me.”

You could only whimper as a response, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet his. God, you were so desperate for this man. “

“—Love you,” Xavier gasped out in between kisses, “I’ve always loved you.”

Just as you believed your heart couldn’t get any warmer, it definitely did get warmer tenfold — it felt as if your heart was about to jump right out of your chest. You teared up in joy and wrapped your hands around his neck.

“I love you too,” your voice was muffled by his lips, your fingers grasping onto his skin; aching for him to get closer to you. Eventually, Xavier pulled away from your face — not before placing a gentle peck on your forehead.

“I don’t think I have any more patience,” Xavier said softly, his voice low in want. “Can I…?”

You grasped onto his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, you glanced up at him reassuringly and nodded. Slowly, you spread your legs apart for him to see the arousal dripping down your cunt. “I need you so bad, Xavi.”

You waited in anticipation as Xavier hurriedly ripped the condom packet open and slid it down his length. Shivers rippled throughout your spine when he slid his cock along your labia to your clit, your eyes shut tight in pleasure. However, the moment he slid himself inside you — a sharp gasp ripped from your throat; your hands immediately searching for Xavier’s arms as you pulled him closer.

“Mm, w-wait a sec.” You pleaded with him, rocking your hips slightly to grow more accustomed to the sheer size of his length.

“It’s hard not to,” Xavier nestled his head into your neck, peppering kisses along your collarbone to your breasts, swiping his tongue along the soft mound, “you’re squeezing around me so damn tightly.”

You whimpered softly at his words, and Xavier let out a soft hiss when you tightened around him once again.

“You can go now,” you said, giving him the green light. An abrupt scream left your throat when he began to thrust, his tip immediately kissing your cervix and your whole entire body shook underneath his. You attempted to cover your mouth to mask your moans, but all those efforts went in vain when Xavier’s hand pinned both your hands over your head — all whilst fucking you senseless.

“Don’t you dare,” Xavier ordered, his low and raspy voice immediately sending shots of arousal directly towards your core.

The lewd noises of your bodies connecting resounded through his bedroom, along with the strings of moans and curses leaving your lips. Xavier’s nails dug deeper into the curves of your waist, his grip tightening as he fucked you into his bed with increased fervour.

“Mm—Ah! I-I think I’m going to cum soon.”

You moaned into his neck, planting a line of kisses down his collarbones and shoulder. You were trembling like crazy, the warmth was once again building up in your stomach mere moments away from eruption. Xavier hummed in response and continued his arduous pace, however he had decided on a whim to apply pressure on your clit with his rough fingers. Your response was immediate, arching your back into his as you spasmed around his cock — your head lolled back as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Ah, fuck.” Xavier whispered, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut tight as he relished the sensations of your walls clamping down on him. He wanted more of you. The way you felt around him, the cute faces and sounds you were making. He wanted more.

Within seconds he had already adjusted your position, both your legs hoisted atop his shoulders and he leaned closer to you as he entered once again.

“O-Oh my god..!” You cried out, throwing your head back. The fact that he was fucking you once again shortly after your release made your mind nearly go blank and numb. You thought wrong if the position Xavier had fucked you in earlier was the deepest, because this hit so fucking different. A line of curses and whimpers escaped your lips as Xavier began to rock his hips back and forth into you. He appeared to be hyper focused; his brows furrowed and his eyes inspecting every reaction you made with every thrust he took.

“You’re already squeezing me tightly again, Y/N.” Xavier cooed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips — completely juxtaposed to the relentless pace he had fucked you in. “Hah, are you already close to coming?”

He pushed your legs up higher, and you were basically folded in half as his thrusts resumed its pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders while you begged him to give you more pleasure. Xavier had gotten more vocal at this point; unable to control his groans, and his pace had gotten more erratic — desperate to reach deeper while he applied pressure on your lower abdomen with his palm; which sent a jolt of pleasure to travel through your nerves.

“With the way you’re squeezing me, I’m going to cum soon.” Xavier commented through bated breaths before latching his lips onto your nipples, encircling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You could also feel yourself growing nearer too, the uncomfortable pressure building up once again awaiting to be released. He pressed his lips onto yours, entangling his tongues with yours as pleasure took over you both like a wave.

He grunted into your lips, and you trembled beneath his grasp — your legs spasming over his shoulders as you both rode out your highs. Through bated breaths, Xavier rolled his condom off and threw it aside before laying by your side, his body turned over to yours.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Xavier asked you, tracing his hands over your cheeks. “Was I too rough? I’m sorry—”

You cut him off with a gentle peck on the lips before nuzzling into his neck. “It was perfect.”

“Also Xavier?”

“Hm?”

“Since when did you realize you had feelings for me?”

“Hmm.. Don’t laugh at me for this.”

“I won’t!”

“I realized I had fallen for you when you went on that blind date with that senior from work, I realized how much I wanted you to myself then.”

You stared at Xavier in surprise, who appeared to be quite bashful. He was too adorable.

“So when you told me that you weren’t planning on seeing him again, I was overjoyed but I didn’t know how to proceed with it because we were friends.”

“Well,” you leaned your head against his chest, listening to his now calm heartbeats, “what does that make us now that we realize that we see each other as something more than just friends?”

“You already know the answer to that,” Xavier sighed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You closed your eyes in contentment when Xavier’s fingers softly massage your scalp, and he smiled softly as he grabbed a couple strands of your hair and pressed a small kiss to it.

“Y/N, can you be my girlfriend?” Xavier proposed, his ears slightly tinged in a rosy hue. “My heart and my mind are always so full of you, and I can’t get enough. There’s so many things I want to say, but I really don’t know how to word them properly, but, if you allow me to be the man to shower you in love — I’d be the happiest man alive.”

Xavier, your best friend and roommate, had always been a little lacklustre in his words — not because he didn’t want to, but because he wasn’t the best at expressing them — however, in this moment you could feel the sincerity and desperation in his voice. You couldn’t contain your happiness and you wrapped your arms around Xavier, completely forgetting the fact that you were both buck naked but that wasn’t the point.

“As long as it’s you, I’d always say yes.”

At this moment, you were the happiest woman alive — your body close to his, relishing in each other’s warmth. His arms were snug around your waist, keeping you close to his chest and you heaved a happy sigh.

All of a sudden you had remembered something, and shot up from his bed.

“Xavi, I left the vegetables on the counter! I should finish making the omelettes soon…!”

“Mmm, no.” Xavier grumbled sleepily, pulling you back to him — snuggling his face into the back of your neck. “Take a nap with me instead.”

You complied almost immediately, getting yourself comfortable in his embrace. Just how could you say no?

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ lust for you.

“Poor baby can’t even take the pleasure anymore. Am I fucking you too stupid, doll?”

PAIRING. Bakugo Katsuki x You/Reader

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. This takes place in the Boku no Hero Academia Universe, but Class 1-A are not pro heroes, rather they are just ordinary people only. This implies that there are no quirks involved.

SYNOPSIS. You were asked to accompany your friend to a fan signing event to her favorite band. No matter how much you resist, you have no choice but to abide to your friend’s persuasion. There, you met a certain blond, known for his rough personality. Something attracted you to him — and him to you. The tension, the glances, the touches, the sparks…and the goddamn sex is fucking something.

WARNING. long oneshot, minors dni, porn with plot, 18+ scenes, mature scenes ahead such as soft to rough sex, 69, face-sitting, cunninglis, degradation, dirty talking, and chocking

AUTHOR’S NOTES. holy shit guys. I wasn’t really expecting my previous bakugo katsuki one shot to be such a hit. Im really grateful for the votes!! Here’s another smut oneshot for yall! I have other things in store such as a kiribaku x reader oneshot and daryl oneshot, but I figured that many wouldn’t like it since i am not that popular yet so imma do another bakugo oneshot!! hope yall enjoy this since i had a hard time thinking of an interesting plot. also btw, “your friend” won’t be given a name in this oneshot so that you may name her however you want.

When your friend is randomly nice to you, buying your favorite food and drink, offering to watch your favorite show — don’t you think this is where it gets suspicious? If there is one thing you’ve learned with your beloved friend is that there is always a reason for everything. However, there is a pattern to her manipulation.

The more things she got for you, the greater the reason behind her actions and vice versa.

You already have speculations with what your friend might want. It’s either she wants to watch the movie where her favorite actor stared in; it’s probably a trip to a mall; it’s possible she would want someone to do her homework. And heck, it isn’t even her birthday today.

It turns out…she wanted you to go with her to a fansigning event of the GZB aka the Ground Zero Boys.

You had no idea how the hell she managed to convinced you, but seeing how desperate your friend is, you began to see how much she adores the group. You’ve seen her room plastered with posters of them. She even watch their reality show so much to the point she got scolded for being so less attentive these days. You wondered if this group is even worthy enough for her to become so detach with life.

Yet seeing how she is on her knees, practically begging and pleading while hugging your legs. You almost had no choice but to say yes.

But the thing is that…

…you began to regret going.

“WE LOVE YOU, GZB!!”

“GZB! GZB! GZB!”

“RED RIOT!! LET ME LICK YOUR ABS!!”

“CHARGEBOLT!! YOU CUTIE PATOOTIE!!”

“CHOCK ME LIKE YOU HATE ME, DYNAMIGHT!!”

“DEKU!! SLAP ME PLEASE!!”

“MARRY ME, SHOTO!!”

What kind of sorcery fuckery is this? You were astonished with the screams of desperation from the fans. You wanted to leave immediately because the yells kept increasing as their comments became more and more lewd. You can even see the securities are getting uncomfortable with their comments.

Damn. The sun isn’t even up yet. “These people are down bad for them…” You mumbled beneath your breath.

Your friend grabbed your wrist to guide you stay at the front of the doors, it was a tough and rough journey — you were stepped on, kicked on, pushed on, and pulled on.

You wanted to curse loudly for that rough journey. Heck! It wasn’t even supposed to be that fucking tough. However, your friend seemed really happy that you were there for her, so you decided to shrugged it off…for now.

After like what it felt like hours later, the doors finally opened, causing a riot to occur. Everyone was pushing each other, even though security was guiding everyone. You and your friend fought through the crowd of desperate fans till you two found a spot at the front. You had no idea if it’s luck, but the spot you two got is definetly a place where you can see them clearly, but it means they could see you two clearly as well.

Fans glared at the both of you out of jealously. They cursed at the both of you for getting such a clear spot to see them.

However, their glares diminished when the band finally revealed themselves to the crowd — looking all manly, dashing, confident, and handsome as fuck.

They greeted their fans, causing everyone to scream in support. The band can only laugh before introducing themselves with a mic.

Your eyes landed on a certain blonde guy with eyes so red it can penetrate your soul.

A couple of days ago, you did some research about the group, therefore, you absolutely knew who this person is, and he is…

“DynaMight,” He introduced himself gruffly.

Damn. That kind of hotness exists in this world, huh? The fans started to scream louder than before. To be honest, you can’t blame them since Dynamight is fucking hot, but the problem is that he is a bit…rough.

“Awww!! Kacchan here has fans after all!!” A cheerful blonde with a lightning strike on his hair teases.

“YOU WANNA DIE, DUNCE FACE?” Dynamight yelled angrily.

According to your research, he is known to have a rough personality, people would often mistaken him as mean, but that’s just really how he is. His rough personality parallels with his drumming skills. DynaMight brings out his angry emotions through drums, creating a somewhat desirable yet scary atmosphere around him.

There is not much known about him since he is pretty secretive and mysterious. It’s either that or he’s smart enough to hide from paparazzi.

The only known information is his real name, which is Bakugo Katsuki alias DynaMight.

As the day goes, you admitted that this fansigning event is quite entertaining. The interviews, the questions, and the answers are quite intriguing to listen to. You even had a thought if you should stan this group or not, definitely not stanning because of Dynamight only.

However, a question from Chargebolt made everyone’s ears perked up, especially your friend.

He asked if someone could guess what DynaMight’s favorite hobby is. Whoever can guess it correctly can win a chance to go up in stage and take a photo with DynaMight.

No one knew the answer to that, but it’s no surprise since he is secretive. However, you recalled that he would often post on Instagram about mountains and hiking gear. You came into a conclusion that he probably likes mountain climbing.

You elbowed your friend then, you whispered her the answer. She seemed hesitant to answer, but you gestured her with your head to say it on the mic.

With uneasiness, she got up to the mic and said her answer.

Bakugo’s wide eyes say it all, verifying that your friend got the right answer. Everyone cried in agony, disappointed that they lost their opportunity to make their wattpad life happen. Your friend only giggled then did a thumbs up to you while you shyly did the same thing.

“WHATTTT? You like mountain climbing, Katchan?” Chargebolt screamed, slamming the table with his hand.

Katusku clicked his tongue, “You’re just fucking oblivious, Dunce Face,” He replied with a middle finger.

“EXCUSE ME?” Kaminari retorted.

“Mountain Climbing? Say, Bakugo, wanna go with me sometime?” Todoroki asked nonchalantly.

“In your dreams, ice princess,” Bakugo middle fingered him.

“P-Please don’t start here…” Kirishima went in between the two, stopping them by the chest.

Deku clapped his hands, releasing the tension between the two. “Now! You may come up on the stage and take a pic with DynaMight!”

Your friend giggled once more, grabbing your wrist to pull you forward to take a pic with him. You tried to protest, but she was very stubborn so you had no choice but to agree. Besides, you protesting in the middle of this event is gaining the attention of the jealous fans.

Meanwhile, Bakugo Katsuki has his eyes on you.

You don’t seem to notice his gaze, and he wished it would be kept that way. The last thing he wants is for you to catch him staring at you.

He already knew that it was you who knew the answer to Denki’s question. The latter saw you whisper something to your friend’s ear before the latter got up to the mic to speak.

He had to admit, but he was fucking impressed since not even his stalkers know about this.

The blond watched as you shyly got up in stage. He watched your body movements — the way your body would shrink to the floor, the way your fingers fidget the front of your shirt, the way your thighs clenched, and the way your eyes avert away from his.

Shit. This is fucking bad. Katsuki gulped.

It’s been months since Katsuki had sex. Being an idol prevents him from doing such activities. To be more precise, his company does not allow their members to do pornographic work since it will ruin their image.

However, the band may or may not have disobeyed that rule.

The blond hasn’t gotten laid in months already. This is due to his fucking busy schedule — their strict CEO, the rules, the tours, the practices, their fans, their scandals, and stalkers are factors keeping him from going out to do his thing.

“Katsuki! Stop being so stiff and pose for the camera!” Kirishima yelled, cackling while clapping at the scene in front of him.

His eyes quivered, snapping back to reality as he immediately placed his hand on your shoulder while his other hand is on his pocket. Noises of cameras clicked from all sides, taking a picture of the rare photo of the one and only DynaMight alone with fans.

You can feel your heart beating uncontrollably. The weight of his hands left something on your stomach to your chest. You began to wonder if this is because he’s just fucking hot. No one in your college can even match his damn level. However, you decided to shrugged this feeling off and focused on the camera.

After a few minutes, the shooting ended. His band members only laughed while clapping, congratulating their angry-looking friend. While they were doing that, you can feel the weight on your shoulder dwindle.

You assumed that he was just removing his hand from your shoulder. What you were thinking was right, but it felt different.

Instead of lifting his hand, his fingers went down to your back as he traced your spine. Your back clenched at this seductive action of his. Thighs clenched and arched back as he continued tracing his fingertip down.

— Holy fuck, stop the car, you weren’t mentally ready for that.

You tried your best to not show any facial expressions at least, but it was fucking hard.

In the first place, you didn’t even know if he did this on accident or he’s actually teasing you. The last part sounded unbelievable since it is giving delulu vibes.

This is not the situation where delulu is solulu.

He stopped traching when he reached the end of your back, releasing his fingertips from your back. This allowed you to sigh in relief, feeling your own sanity coming back to you.

Katsuki watched as the staff member gestured you to go back to your places with your friend. He analyzed your movements, looking at your thighs and body as you walked to your place.

The event ended with a blast. Everyone was smiling in happiness as they all walked out those doors. Your friend kept fangirling on the photo incident both of you had with DynaMight. She can’t stop talking about how hot he was. Normally, you would get annoyed with her fangirling, but for once you agreed with her.

You may deny it, but you can’t shrugged the warm feeling he left across your back. The scent of his masculine cologne lingers around your upper body. Sniffing his cologne caused you to have a faint blush on your cheek. You can still remember that “sexual” action he did on your back. You couldn’t believe that his fingertips even had this effect on you in the first place.

You began shrinking down to the floor when you remembered how his eyes kept glancing in your direction — how he would suddenly grin and smirk when he caught you staring back.

Your cheeks were getting warmer each second so you excused yourself to use the bathroom. You practically ran to the bathroom, not wanting to delay any longer. As soon as you entered, you washed your face with cold water, trying to cool the warmness of the cheeks, but it isn’t working. Since it wasn’t working, you exited the bathroom with a disappointment look.

However, you stumbled across a hard chest which took you off balance. You were about to scold this person till you saw who it was — Bakugo fucking Katsuki. Your entire demeanor halted under his piercing gaze, you subconsciously lowered your head, not wanting to meet such a gaze.

“Oi. You were that distracted with your own thoughts to the point you didn’t even notice me?” He grumbled with a slight smirk.

Your throat gulped in response, “M-My b-bad…” You stuttered, immediately walking away from this situationship.

“How did you know?”

Your body turned, tilting your head in confusion. “How did I what?”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Know about my hobby?”

“Why do you want to know?”

The blond clicked his tongue in annoyance, crossing his arms which bulges his arms even more. “Do ya always ask so much fucking questions? Just answer the fucking question.”

Your body flinched at his angry tone, causing you to look away from him now.

A sigh left your lips, “Through Instagram. You keep posting stuff about mountain climbing? So thats how I concluded your hobby.”

Katsuki arched his brow, crossing his arms while tilting his head to the side. “Hm. How interesting. Ya fan of mine?”

“No. I just got curious to why my friend like you and your band so much so I looked to all of your accounts,” You replied, not wanting expose that you are kinda a fan.

The corner of his mouth fought a smirk. “Oh? Ya for real?”

“Yeah. I am for real.”

“Hm. Nah. Don’t believe it.”

“That’s your problem, buddy.”

He bent down, leaning his body forward. “Exactly. That’s why you need to help me understand…” A cocky grin is now plastered on his face.

You scoffed. “Why me?”

He only stared at me for a moment, then he began letting out some laughter, displaying his teeth. You only stood there in confusion. I do not get his humor. His happy atmosphere flashed right through my soul — just like how white damn teeth.

Moments later, footsteps were getting closer to them. You didn’t have time to react, and Bakugo took the initiative to grab your arm to pull you inside a small room. He shoved you two inside that room. A rough hand covered the sounds coming from your mouth. You had the damn urge to just fucking bite his hand.

The footsteps later diminished, causing you to even curse loudly against his mouth. He rolled his eyes, and then he removed his hand on your mouth. He lets out an ick to feel your spit and saliva on his hand.

“Don’t give me that damn ick face! You pushed me in here with your damn gorilla hands on my fucking face!” You silently screamed.

“Listen, woman. Ya look fucking smart so think about it clearly. Would you rather be caught with me and start a rumor? I’m pretty sure ya already know how fucked up our fans can be,” He reasoned, wiping his hand on his pants.

Your tense eyes soften. “R-Right. My bad…”

It’s his turn to sigh. “It’s fine. Your reaction is understandable.”

Damn. You were surprised that this hot-tempered drummer can be considerate. If you were being so honest, it really contradicted his whole rough character.

Later, you just realized how close he is. The tight space made you two really collide with one another. His knee was in between your knees. Both of his hands are actually trapping you; the right hand beside your head and the other is beside your forearm. The room began to heat up — or maybe that was just you.

“Nervous?” He asked gruffly.

Fuck. You don’t even want to look up, knowing his cocky grin is on his face right now.

Your hand slowly reached for the doorknob. “U-Um. Maybe I should get goi—” You were interrupted when he swiftly grabbed the doorknob and locked it.

Your heart beats faster, scared or probably excited with what’s happening.

“I’ll be fucking straight forward. I want sex, and I seem to want you to satisfy me.” Your face turned into a tomato at his straightforwardness.

“W-Why me?” You just had to ask.

“I want you. Isn’t that enough?” He answered, slowly creeping his hand around your waist.

“O-Okay…? But I’m a virgin…”

“That doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be slow. Besides, if we talk about weirdness, don’t you think it’s supposed to you weirded out by me asking for sex?” Bakugo asked, holding you in place.

You tilt your head, “Weird? What do you mean?”

The blonde chuckled pathetically, “I’m an idol, expected to be that perfect doll for the fans to practically do anything they want to do. Here I am, asking someone to relieve my sexual needs…”

“There’s nothing weird about it. You’re human who craves for physical touch, and I don’t blame you for that. Besides, I don’t think you should be ashamed of craving for it. Craving for something is what reminds us that we are human.”

A shimmer and twinkle counterclockwise his eyes. His mouth began to create a small smile, satisfied with your answer. He remembered that he asked this question to other of his flings, and he wasn’t satisfied with their answers — they always answer the same thing: “quit your job then” or “you chose this life so live up to it.”

How can he explain to a total damn stranger that being an idol is both his gift and curse; it’s similar to a love-hate relationship. Bakugo can’t just quit and leave his job since drumming is his passion and source of happiness. It was the only way to relieve his stress and anger plus earn profit from. He turned his passion into something he can get money from. And he truly wished that it would be like that. Therefore, he just can’t quit.

The blonde brought his hand on your face, removing the baby hair covering your blushing face. “I’ll ask again…” He rested his hand on your cheek, feeling the heat against his skin. “…do you want to sleep with me?”

You looked away, eyes quivering in excitement and nervousness. “T-Take it slow p-please…”

He shook his head and used his finger to guide your chin to his face. “Words, please.”

“Y-Yes…”

Katsuki brought you back to one of his houses in Japan. He drove from the fansigning event to his house with his motorcycle. The blond fondled across his pants and aggressively looked for the right key to open the door. He got angrier each minute, feeling his bulge on his pants.

Not to mention, he didn’t want to keep the lady waiting.

You noticed his stressed state so your hand positioned itself on his. “I’m not going anywhere so calm down.”

His breath hitched with your soothing tone, causing him to calm his tense shoulders. With a clear mind, he shuffled across the keys till he found the right one. As soon as he did, he dragged you inside and slammed you on the door. Your loud gasped echoed on his ears, and he immediately crashed his lips against yours.

You whimpered against him, feeling his tongue lick across your lips. Your mouth opened, allowing his tongue to toy and manipulate it with his own. His calloused hands travelled down your hips then to your ass, squeezing it before he lifted you.

He guided your legs around his hips, pushing his hard bulge into your clit. You moaned loudly against his mouth, releasing juices in your pussy. You knew he was screaming “big dicc energy” but you never apprehended that he will be this fucking big.

He pulled away for a moment. “Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He apologizes, caressing your body.

“I didn’t ask if I can kiss you…Fuck, you’re driving me so damn crazy…” He added, pushing you down to his bulge.

Your cheeks heated up, “I-Its okay…I already said yes to you a while ago…”

Bakugo rested his head to your shoulder. “Shit, I’m sorry but your first might be on the sofa and not on a bed. I can’t wait any longer.”

You smiled, “Location doesn’t matter. The person I’m with is what matters.”

An arrow stuck his heart, cheeks heating up with those words. It stimulated something inside him, his heart beating faster than normal — by normal, it means that he never felt this thirsty and hungry for someone else.

This was his first time being this hungry for someone.

His hands that were on your legs traveled up slowly, groping and caressing your thighs. He then landed his hands around your neck, placing pressure around the circumference of your neck. This caused you to chocked a bit, giving him the opportunity to lock lips again.

Both his hand and lips suffocated you, making you dizzy from pleasure and pain. Your hands gripped his chest, then traveling it up to his neck. You landed your hands on his hair, bringing him closer to you, forcing both of your bodies to collide even more. His bulge was long and fat, you can feel it resting on your stomach. The thought of it caused you to shiver in ecstasy.

He suddenly started walking, not even thinking of removing his lips from you. While doing so, he skillfully removed his leather jacket and held you by your ass, groping it as hard as he can. With the support of his hands, you tried to unbuckle his belt. This action can only make him laugh against the kiss.

“Calm down, sweetheart. I have all night to ravish you completely,” He whispered, licking his upper lips. Your face heated up, realizing how eager you were.

He gently let you down on the sofa and retracted his body from yours. With a smirk, he placed his hands on his back and slowly removed his shirt. His abs placed quite a show as his shirt got disposed to the ground.

“Got all shy, didn’t ya babe?” He asked, bending down to your thighs.

“Don’t worry…” He pecked your thighs while staring at your eyes. “…I’ll take care of ya, sweetheart,” He winked before pulling down my pants and undies in one go.

The cold air brought shivers to your heated bottom. Just by the thought of your own pussy bare in front of his eyes made you shy. Therefore, you subconsciously closed your legs, not wanting to embarrassed yourself further.

Bakugo growled, “I never asked to cover up, babe.”

“B-But it’s embarrassing…” You stuttered out, attempting to cover your pussy more by bringing down your sweater. Although, this action only caused your shoulders and breasts to be more noticeable.

The blond only chuckled, combing his hair back. “Sweetheart, I’m letting this go since this is your first time.” Your head tilted, confused with what he is insinuating.

He unexpectedly shifted your legs in an angle where he can bare your pussy on the breeze. Then, he suddenly opened it, by the ankle holding them tightly. The blond dropped a saliva on your pussy, making you to shiver as your pussy clenched at the warm sensation.

“Never, as in never, close your fucking legs. Your pussy…” He lets one of your legs go to only slightly touch your clit. “…is worth exploring. My cock and fingers is eager to tour around your pussy.”

Holy shit. This is not what you expect in sex. Sure you’ve heard about dirty talking, but never did you think that such words would rile you up. Your fingers covered your eyes, leaving small gaps in between to see the view.

“W-What about yours…?” You asked shyly. “W-Will I explore y-yours too..?”

Katsuki only chuckled, traveling his hands down to your thighs from your ankles. He asked with alluring tone, “Ever heard of 69, sweetheart?”

Your face heated up. Of course you know what that is, all the sex talk with your friend has corrupted your mind. Never in your life would’ve thought that you will experience it.

Your head moved up and down, agreeing to his question. This action made him grin in satisfaction. “Good, that’s what we will do. Are ya up for it, babe? No harm in saying no.”

You shuddered — him being considerate stimulated your innermost needs. So, you can’t help but say yes….

Katsuki did not hesitate and flipped you over. He laid his back on his couch while your clit’s on top of his pecs. Oh fuck. You only realized how embarrassing this position is. Juices from your pussy only dripped down to his pecs, and you can feel pussy clenching and unclenching. You had no idea what to be embarrassed of first.

Him staring at your bare pussy or the fact that your pussy is reacting like this.

“What a beautiful pussy,” He claimed, placing his middle finger on your folds. This caused more juices to spill out. You only shivered, gasping loudly when you released more of your juices.

“Holy fucking fuck, sweetheart,” He bit his lip, realizing how wet you are.

Blushes of red swept across your face, filling every skin with its redness. All this blushing almost made you forget about an aching bulge in front of your face. Your hands unbuckled his belt and pushed down his boxers and pants.

This is where you only noticed how it towered your face; it was in fact huge and thick. Now, you’re wondering if this would even fit inside you due to its humongous size.

“Go on, sweetheart,” He ordered softly. “Suck it.”

With much hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his shaft. Bakugo shuddered, feeling your cold fingers on his warm cock. This only triggered him to further toy with your pussy, causing you to whimper.

The blond noticed the limited movements you’re doing. The latter growled softly, bringing his hands to your clit and began pressing and rubbing it. The actions made you squirmed, accidentally falling forward. Doing so caused you to feel the sticky and slimy sensation on your cheek.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t make me wait,” He practically pleaded.

You bit your lip, holding his cock to bring it closer to your mouth. Placing your tongue out slightly, you licked the tip to taste it. Given that it is your first time, you started on by licking his length first. You brought your tongue down his shaft while pressing down his tip.

You suddenly felt a finger going inside you. Your body shivered, bringing goosebumps with the new feeling — it was uncomfortable yet you didn’t mind it. Feeling a bit bold, you decided to at least suck the tip. This is where your jaw ached. You knew he was big, but now you are sucking him, you never knew that he was this damn big.

What the fuck. My mouth already hurts. You tried sucking him deeper, but it really hurt your jaw. Katsuki began to chuckle slightly, realizing what you are attempting.

“I appreciate the eagerness, sweetheart, but take it slow. I need your mouth to scream for me later,” He fondled your ass, grinning at your adorable actions.

You slowly look behind, staring into his eyes with your teary ones. “U-Um…’m sorry…” You shivered, almost letting a tear drop.

Bakugo’s pupils shrunk.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, but I think we need to continue this 69 position another time,” Bakugo suddenly declared.

“H-Huh…what do you—” You were suddenly pulled back by the hips and landed on his face.

You exploded in embarrassment, realizing your bare pussy is on his fucking face. You extended your arms, trying to crawl your way out, but he held your hips tighter. You squirmed under his hold, but you gasped loudly when a wet object touched your folds — his tongue.

“W-Wait…!” You pleaded, but he didn’t budge.

His tongue was one of the wonders of this damn earth. He skillfully licked the outer and inner folds of your pussy — toying and sucking them like tits. You can feel his tongue swirling around them, causing your back to arch. Suddenly, his hands that were around your hips traveled down to your clit.

You gasped loudly, clutching down to his pecs in ecstasy. His hands effortlessly rubbed your clit, stimulating your pussy to juice out more liquid for him to eat, swallow, and devour. The blond never halted his actions, whether he needs to breathe or take a break, he did not stop toying with your pussy till you are at his mercy.

Katsuki groaned, electrifying your pussy in pleasure. He got bolder and deliberately inserted one finger inside your pussy. His eyes rolled back, feeling your soft walls clenching around his fingers. He salivated on how soft your insides felt, his cock harden in delight which almost triggered him to rapture prematurely.

Your body began to lose it’s stance so you collapsed down to his chest. You collapsing This new position exposed your pussy even more, juicing out more liquid to his mouth. The folds became more defined, allowing him to get a better view of your pussy.

“Fuck, doll, your pussy’s enticing,” He licked his lips.

The blond lifted you up by the armpits, placing you directly down his lap. You winced and shiver from exhaustation while this motherfucker grinned cockily. His arms wrapped your waist, pulling you closer. Your tits and his pecs were colliding along with your bare pussy and cock. “You feelin’ aight, sweetheart?” He asked with a grin, holding you closer.

You blushed, looking away from his predatory gaze. The blond only chuckled, grabbing your chin and pulled your face forward while making you face him. “When I ask…” He whispered, pushing your excess hair away from your cheek. “…you answer, doll.”

Your jaw clenched, gulping along the way. “I-I’m feeling a-alright, B-Bakugo-k-kun…”

His mouth lets out a ‘tsk’ sound. “Call me Katsuki. Understand?”

You nodded shyly, “Y-Yes…K-Katsuki…”

He smirked, “Good girl,” He declared, locking lips with yours.

Your mouth gasped, creating an entrance for his tongue to pass by. The dominance he displayed was shown through his tongue. With feral force, he pushed your entire body backward. What’s holding you in place was his huge arms. Your back was leaning heavily onto those arms as he shallowed every sound you make. His mouth flatten around your mouth, toying and completely manipulating every move your tongue does.

Katsuki was kissing you with such passion, you completely forget about the cock in between your bodies. You only mewl loudly when your pussy rubbed against his cock. You felt him smirk against your mouth. He continued kissing you while holding you tightly. Bakugo pulled your lower half closer to his cock, sinking it into the folds of your pussy.

“Keep your eyes on me,” He rasps,

He then guided your hips up and down…up…down…up…down.

Katsuki groaned, face red from excitement and pleasure. He has would grit his teeth and clench his jaw, still guiding your hips by force. His movements gradually went faster. You only gasped loudly as your body bounced from his brutal movements.

Katsuki’s jaw clenches, imagining his cock balls deep inside your exquisite pussy. He would fucking imagine how he would just manhandle you, throwing you around in his house, fucking you in every corner. He imagined every single detail while staring closely at your panting face.

As your body bounces, your hands had no idea where to go. You tried gripping his shoulders, but it ended up bouncing off so your hands traveled down, landing on his knees. You held onto them, allowing your tits to bounce freely. Bakugo only licked his lips at the enthralling sight.

Fucking hell. He imagined your tits bouncing when you ride his cock hard. Bakugo only gripped you tighter, ferociously grinding your hips against his cock.

You can feel an unfamiliar feeling circulating your stomach. “S-Something’s c-coming…!!”

Katsuki’s eyes widen a bit then harden, realizing what’s about to happen. With every sheer force he had left, he managed to stop his movements. His body tingled brutally, with a growl not fucking satisfied the fact that he had to halt his actions. Meanwhile, your eyes watered up, wondering why he had to stop this pleasure.

His jaw clenched, “‘m gonna fuck ya. Ya ready, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes…p-please…” You pleaded, a tear slipped out of your eye.

Katsuki grabbed a condom from the pocket of his back pants. With one hand, he ripped out the condom with the help of his mouth. He spat out the excess plastic on his mouth and began inserting it around his cock. You can only watch him — his cock was perfectly wrapped around the condom, and it somehow turned you on even more.

He laid you down softly, grabbing a nearby pillow and placing it on your lower back. His calloused hands travelled up your thighs, bringing them closer around his waist. Katsuki bent down, immediately locking lips with you. The sounds of kissing echoed the room, giving the love and attentiion needed to your mouth.

“I’m going to enter, doll. Ya ready for me?” He asked softly, caressing your cheek.

“M-Mhm….” Your mouth couldn’t find the right words anymore; this overwhelming feeling was simply too much, and his cock isn’t even invading your insides yet.

He smirked, aligning his cock into your pussy while locking his lips again with yours. His mouth invaded yours as he pushed his cock inside you a bit. You gasped against the kiss, arching your back to relieve some kind of pain. Katsuki panted, feeling his tip breaking in your virgin walls. He did not hesitate to lock lips again, yanking your hips tighter.

You kept thrashing your arms around, clutching onto his chest, shoulders, hair — anything. He continued to slowly enter his cock inside you till he finally entered you half-way. You let out a loud cry, pulling away from the kiss as you panted heavily. Bakugo looked at you with concern, wiping away all your hair out of your face.

“Talk to me, doll. Are you okay? You want to stop?” He asked, trying his best to halt his actions.

“I-Im fine…i-it just hurts…a-are you all i-inside…?” You asked while tearing up.

Katsuki only chuckled, “I’m only half way inside, sweetheart.”

Your eyes widen, surprised to know that since you are feeling full already. His length was huge and veiny, your walls can even feel how it twitches inside of you. Your head throws back while your legs shake violently.

What minutes felt like forever. Katsuki did not move the slightlest and waited for you to adjust to his size. He kept whispering words of encouragement, telling you what a good girl you are. His mouth made contact with your forehead, kissing you tenderly.

“Y-You can move…” You stuttered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Are you sure? Because…” He asked, groaning as he felt you clenched around him. “…once I start, I won’t stop.”

“I-It’s okay….I trust you…” You declared.

His body stiffen when he heard those words, pulling his cock away slightly then putting it in slowly. The sensitivity of your body couldn’t take the new feeling, you started to hug Bakugo tightly.

Katsuki positioned his head on your shoulders, nibbling and licking your shoulders to your neck. The slow pace was surprisingly pleasurable to him. He can picture and feel your walls better, almost as if he’s analyzing them.

The pleasure was too much for him, his hand gripped the coffee table beside him and crushed it.

The sound of woods breaking exhilarated something in you. The mere fact that he had to break something because of you just made you moan, causing you to tighten up. Katsuki deliberately bit your shoulder, sensing your walls tighten around him.

The latter began to fasten his movements, gradually feeling the pleasure build up on his body. You only held him tighter, intertwining your fingers on his blond hair. Your mouth panted heavily, the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of you was giving you such a bliss.

You pulled his face away from your shoulder, holding his cheeks. You caressed them with a smile, “I-It’s okay….y-you can go harder…”

“W-What,” His eyes widen.

You continued to smile, “I can take it. You can give it to me,” Your eyes watered in desperation.

Katsuki almost came into the scene in front of him. The moonlight helped define your looks even more. The glow in your orbs illustrated your desperation and need for him. The feel and sight of your sweaty body made him grit his teeth, trying to stop himself from letting his juices out.

Fuck. He couldn’t take it anymore. He straightens his body and grips your hips tighter. With that, he rammed everything in. Your pupils shrunk, choking from the sudden movement.

He threw his head back, face tingling in pleasure. His mouth almost salivated from this ecstasy. Katsuki pulled his cock out to the tip and force his cock inside you again. The latter groaned in delight, eyes twitching as he kept doing this movement.

With the pleasure he’s giving you, your mouth can only leave a scream. Your hands traveled up, trying to find something to grip. Katsuki gripped your hips tighter, holding them up at in angle. His movements increased, rapidly moving his cock in and out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..!” He rasps, his hips stuttering with desire.

Katsuki then shoved your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half. He held your ankles then began assaluting your walls again. The new position chocked you in surprised. You can clearly feel and see his cock. Your mouth cried out, feeling his thick and long cock practically persecuting your pussy.

The ferocious force of his thrusts caused your lower back to hurt, but the pleasure overpowered that pain.

With a loud roar, Bakugo flatten his hips to your pelvic to the point it fucking hurts. He held you tightly, his cock releasing all his juices inside the condom.

Your back arched with a scream, your insides can feel how the condom expand. It expanded inside of you so much, you can feel your stomach getting bloated.

Holy shit. You gripped his shoulders so tightly with a scream. You even began punching him on the shoulders softly from the overwhelming pleasure. Thus, you came hard.

“T-Too much..!!” You cried out, shutting your eyes which made more tears fall out.

“F-Fuck…j-just a little more, sweetheart,” He stuttered, still releasing his semen in the condom.

Few seconds has passed, and Bakugo finally pulled out slowly. You choked, your walls feeling empty without his cock. The mix of your wet juices and creamy substances pools your lower half. The blond tied the condom before throwing it to the side and getting another one.

Your eyes widen, seeing him putting on another condom. You stuttered, “A-Again…?”

“Damn right. Chest by the coffee table and ass up, sweetheart. My cock quenches for your wet juices,” He grinned, combing his hair back which revealed his sweaty forehead.

With shaking legs, you crawled down from the sofa; you had a feeling that your aching lower half can’t handle the weight of standing up. Bakugo whistled, seeing how your ass moved. The latter licked his lips, noticing how plump it looks especially if you arch your back like that.

Bakugo stood up as soon as your tits are pressed against his glass coffee table. He smirked, watching your vulnerable state. Seeing how your legs are barely keeping you up just made you extra irresistible.

He then sat down with his ass practically infront of his cock, and he allowed his fingers to travel down your spine, making you shiver from his sudden contact. “Aww, what’s wrong, doll? Can’t handle this?”

You bit your lower lip, not expecting his sudden mocking attitude. You can feel his fingertips lowering, tracing your spine sensually. Then, his calloused hands groped your ass. You gasped, moving forward a bit from his ruthless grip.

You heard him cursed beneath his breath, his fingers held your ass tighter. He watched as his fingers sunk down the soft flesh of your ass. His eyes darkened, getting amused and aroused by this tension.

“You know, sweetheart…” He suddenly spoke. “…how I usually fuck my night stands are all about rough but quick sex.”

Then, he flatten his palm to your back, travelling up, “But for some reason when it comes to you, I want to see how long you’ll hold till I devour you slowly .” His fingers tangled around the tips of your hair.

You gulped then asked, “W-What do you m-mean..??”

Katsuki chuckled, “It means, doll…” He grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back, lifting you up from the table. “…I want to ravish you till you break, till your legs shake, till your pussy is leaking, till your mouth is sore.”

Your eyes widen, gasping from the pain of your hair being pulled and from his dirty words. Bakugo used his free hand to suffocate your breath. “The previous fuck was just me being nice. Now, I will fuck you till you’re so damn stupid.”

Before you can even respond, he shoved his entire cock inside your pussy. You screamed, attempting to fall down to the coffee table. Katsuki’s hand around your neck prevented you to do so. He lead down, his mouth whispered lowly, “Look at your right side, doll,” He asked you.

You did and you saw the broken wooden edge of the coffee table. “Ya see that? I broke my precious coffee table because of you.”

Bakugo then leaned his hips backward and slowly shoved his cock back inside you. “Your pussy was that good around my cock. My body yearns for more — you and your tempting pussy will satisfy me.”

You only moaned in respond, feeling his pelvis slowly slamming against your ass. Your eyes rolled back from pleasure, watering your eyes along the way. Katsuki held your neck tighter, his mouth letting out small moans against your ear.

He suddenly lets out a growl, pushing you down to the coffee table. He lifted your ass a bit higher then began shoving his cock faster. His tongue licked his upper lip, his hands used the globes of your ass as a tool to shove you back and forth against his cock.

When you clenched, he roared loudly, “Fuck yeah. Give it to me like that. Holy shit,” He babbled, the sweat travelled down his entire body.

Without pulling out, Katsuki lifted your body on the coffee table and laid your body to the side. He leaned a bit forward and pressed down on the side of your waist. You couldn’t move because of his strength allowed him to properly manhandled you.

This new angle caused you to hit the table multiple times due to the overwhelming esctacy.

The blond chuckled, seeing you struggle under him. “Poor baby can’t even take the pleasure anymore. Am I fucking you too stupid, doll?”

You only squirmed, forcing your head to look at him. His teeth gritted in lust, seeing how your face is flushed with redness, eyes all teared up and drool dripping down your mouth. Not to mention, your body was coated with a mix of your sweat and his. This caused your body to shone under the moonlight, which made you even more exquiste for him.

“P-Please….c-can’t..I-I—” Your mouth can’t even form a proper word from all the moaning you’re producing.

The blond smiled — not a sweetly or lustful way; it’s more on a predatory smile. His eyes displayed all the emotions he had felt at the moment.

He was lusting over the fact you became this stupid after a few rounds. He was lusting by the fact that you knew him better than his team mates. He was lusting over your intelligence and observation on his love for mountain climbing. He was lusting everything about you.

— Katsuki Bakugo needed you.

“C-Can’t what, doll?” He mocked your tone, not removing the smile on his face. “Can’t take it anymore, hm?”

Watching you nod so quickly increased his need for you. “That’s too bad, doll…” He pulled all of his cock out.

“You’re going to fucking take it all,” He rammed everything in, instantly hitting a special spot inside you.

Your body arched, feeling your body being electrified as you let out a silent scream.

He laughed rutherlessly, looking down at your fucked up state. The man continued pulling his entire cock out and shoving it in like a feral animal in heat. His hips barbarously pushed forward, making your skin bounce from the impact. Your breasts began to hurt from this painful thrusts — heck, your entire body is already hurting yet it’s still so fucking pleasureable.

Your stomach began to coil a familiar feeling. That’s when you realized that you’re about to come. This new feeling overstimulated your insides more, you placed a hand on Katsuki’s abs and pleaded, “S-Slow d-down..! I’m c-coming..!”

He grinned and then winked at you before rolling his hips to an angle and collided his hips on your ass. You screamed, feeling his cock hitting another milestone inside you.

“You’re in luck, doll. I am close too,” He uttered with a raspy tone.

After a few more thrusts, he came with a roar as you creamed around his cock.

Both of you panted in exhaustion. His hips still stuttered as he expanded the condom with his creamy substance. After a few seconds, he pulled out, oozing out your white essence.

Your nose sniffles from all the cries. His hands extended, reaching for your cheek. “Are you feeling alright? Do you think you can continue?”

Your eyes widen in shock, “C-Continue…?!?”

Katsuki chuckled at your reaction. “I’m not yet satisfied as you can see,” He smirked, and you noticed his cock hardening again.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He grabbed another condom from his back pocket. “I’ll ravish you till I’m satisfied, and I’m not yet close to satisfaction. Ya go for it? No pressure if you say no.”

With your shaking body, you sat down on the coffee table. You used your mouth to rip the plastic off the condom. Katsuki watched you in shock. You removed the plastic from your mouth and grabbed the condom. Katsuki watched as you pushed the condom into his pecs.

You looked away from his face, embarrassed by what you did. “You said you’ll fuck me till I break,” You blushed.

“I’m not yet broken, Katsuki…”

His face shivered in delight, a blush seen on his face while he bit his lower lip in exhilaration.

“Tits on the glass window. I want my window tainted by your sweat, doll.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙣𝙤 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩.

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An Ode To Friends to Lovers - Colin and Penelope's story

Fine, I give in.

As someone who considers themself more of a casual viewer (as in, I've never engaged in the fandom before), I went into this new season with mild interest. And then I fell down the rabbit hole. I should have suspected it though, Friends to Lovers is a trope I affectionate particularly when it comes to romance, unfortunately one I very rarely think is done well. So I was still skeptical going in.

But by God, did they deliver on that front and I need to break it down and talk about it. So I guess this is my review of Bridgerton s3, part 1.

Under the cut though, because this is gonna be a long one (seriously, this is a warning).

I don't particularly think Bridgerton is a complex show, and one can argue all day about whether it is even good (in my eyes, as long as it's entertaining, I don't care if a show is "good"), however, the number of takes I've seen online not understanding basic story-telling worries me a bit.

Don't get me wrong, I agree this first half has pacing issues but I do not think Penelope's and Colin's love story suffered that much, it did not feel rushed to me since we already knew these characters for two whole seasons (and I maintain Colin has always had more depths than what people pretend he does, it seems like, just like the ton, viewers like to overlook him and just characterise him as naive).

And I guess this long ass post was born in the process. So:

Part One: Penelope's glow up

Yes I'm starting by looking at them individually first. I think this post on reddit sums it up so perfectly. I get we're all joking about how unrealistic it is that no man was ever interested in Penelope despite how she looks like an absolute goddess (and I maintain she was the cutest in both previous seasons as well!) - unfortunately it is realistic. That's the reality of bullying, it doesn't get solved by a glow up. Even her association with the Bridgertons through Eloise and Colin did not lessen the bullying, so without them? Even the prettiest dresses would not have changed the ton's perception of her, and she's still the awkward, anxious girl she's always been, and unfortunately, most of these men are not attracted to that. It's not satisfying, she doesn't get her triumphant revenge on a society that always ostracised her - and I think it's important that she does not. That she accepts it. She should not have to change for a ton that will not change for the better either. And it's a lesson she learns quickly - someone will love her for who she is, pretending will only lead to misery. And, it is when she's being herself that she successfully gets the interest of some gentlemen (shout out to Lord Remington! I was so hoping we would be seeing more of him on top of Debling. He's such a Whistledown fan I thought that even after the whole lesson reveal scandal he would have stuck to call on Penelope the next day to gossip together, it would have been cute but I guess he too wanted to avoid being written about) (also I'm just saying in fics he should be the one considered as a proper other suitor for Pen since they seemed to have a genuine connection, meanwhile Debling was really searching for practicality).

The thing I wanna add to that post is this: despite all that, she decided to change her looks for herself. When I first learned of the plot of this season, Colin helping her find a husband, I was scared it would mean Colin would be the one to tell her to have a makeover. It doesn't happen. Sure, Penelope subconsciously requests for a more Parisian style for her new dresses because it is the last place Colin went to, but by that point she has already given up on him. She wants something new, and to feel good in herself. That's how she blooms, by finding a style that she feels comfortable in, finally free from her mother's horrendous tastes. That's what allows her to be more confident as well, the new looks and her motivation to move on from her "unrequited fantasy". As for Colin? He never comments on her change, he compliments her dress (and mind you, that is when he's trying to play up the charm because he knows she's upset with him and he gets humbled, hard) but he never says it looks better on her than what she wore before, he never has a "I never realised how beautiful you were" moment we see a bit too often in friends to lovers stories, because to him she's still his Pen, new dresses, new hairstyles, but the same Pen he's always loved, even if he didn't realise to what extent yet.

But Penelope's confidence... is not quite there yet. Difficult to be, when she's grown up in a loveless home, with horrible sisters, a father who barely cared and a mother who constantly puts her down. Whenever she gets a compliment, her first reaction is "ah, it must be a joke" - that isn't even exclusive to Colin, in the brief interaction between Edwina and Penelope, when Edwina compliments her dress, Penelope also dismisses it. And then, there's Colin, who is always oh so honest with her and does not shy away from praising her. But I'll touch more on that later.

Part Two: Colin's new self.

And then we have the opposite: Colin showing up with a new attitude, and succeeding at it (well, on the surface). Something I haven't seen people bring up a lot though is that he's already tried a new look in s2, and he got mocked for it. The only one who didn't? Penelope. Why didn't he try to emulate being a rake back then? Because Penelope's letters grounded him, he admits it himself. It's seeing himself through Penelope's letters that gave him confidence. But that kind of confidence was not enough in the ton's eyes, and on top of that, between s2 and s3, this time Penelope doesn't write back, and neither do his family. He grows insecure, he's lost the one person who kept him grounded, he thinks his family is annoyed with him, and he still is in search of a purpose, so what does he do? He clings to Anthony's words in s1 after the disaster that was his engagement with Marina: he's too green, time to "fix" that and be more like his big brothers. They got it together, they know their purpose (well, Benedict lost his again but that's a story for another day), so surely, if he acts more like them, and not like the sensitive and naive boy he was, then surely everything will be alright! Right? Note that as opposed to s2, where he kept talking about his travels and it annoyed everyone, in s3 he doesn't go into details about them anymore, even when he's asked. They're only interested in the company he kept during the travels rather than the sights he saw. And honestly, it was heartbreaking to see right away how much of himself he was holding back, even with his own family. Penelope, however, gets the details without even asking because he already knows she likes hearing him talk about them and she makes him comfortable, and he's fully aware of that when he apologises in s3e1.

(I also want to note that, even if this new persona is fake, his new style genuinely fits him better. Just like Penelope, this season Colin found the style that makes him feel good and confident.)

And here's where I need to praise Luke's acting for a bit, because he absolutely nailed the subtle way Colin behaves differently with Penelope vs everyone else. His voice is softer, he is effortlessly charming (I was kicking my feet when he recalled how they met), his smile is bigger, even his whole face looks more relaxed whenever Penelope is around, meanwhile he always appears stiff and like he's calculating his every move when around his "friends". In fact, it is in the carriage scene we finally truly see s1&2's Colin back. When he has that look on his face, as he decides right there and then he's gonna marry her, and then a second later when he asks the question, his face. By God, his eyes are sparkling, he's so happy, and he looks as youthful and carefree as he did in previous seasons, far are the thoughts of trying to fit in a society that he hates.

Because above all, these two know and understand each other in a way no one else in their lives does. And that is a fact that remains despite the outward changes. So yes, I liked that their dynamic did not shift to romance because of their "glow ups", but because they are spending even more time together now. Speaking of which:

Part Three: Authenticity and Vulnerability

One big theme this season is being true to oneself. It's no coincidence mirrors are such a big part of it (even outside of the yet to be seen spicy scene), because looking at a mirror means looking at oneself, and be vulnerable. If s2 was about duty vs heart, eldest siblings trying to do right by their family to the point of self-sabotage, s3 is a battle between the head and the heart. It is not even exclusive to Polin - Eloise is learning and growing by trying to take genuine part in society but struggling to fit in. Cressida wants to become a better person, torn between the pressure put on her shoulders by her parents and this new friendship with Eloise. Benedict is looking for his purpose after learning Anthony paid his way to art school, and feeling like a fraud as an artist. Anthony and Kate are unashamedly in love, as they deserve to be after the struggles they went through last season. Francesca has no care for the suitors the Queen and her mother parade in front of her as the "sparkler" of the season (sidenote but I hated that, stupid name, should have stuck to diamond or select another gem) as her heart seeks out the handsome and quiet John Sterling instead. And this will continue in part 2, as Penelope will have to be honest about Lady Whistledown (because she's always her most authentic self around Colin, there is still this big secret she is so determined to keep to herself, when she should not).

The beauty about friends to lovers stories to me is the small declarations of love sprinkled throughout the relationship. It's about the trust already built in with no expectations and the vulnerability we'd never allow anyone but our closest friends to see, something even our family can be ignorant to. I mentioned earlier that Colin never shies away from praising Penelope, way before their dynamic shifts to lovers. He tells her she's good, constant, loyal, special, warm. All of these are declarations of love, even if not with romantic intent, it's about showing his appreciation for her, for the role she holds in his life. And Penelope responds in kind as well. That is why I believe people who think the romance was rushed in s3 either did not watch the past two seasons or see friendship and romantic love as two distinct things rather than a cohesive continuation of each other. In s1, people focus so much on the Marina stuff, as if that cancels out Colin's friendship with Penelope. We still do see Colin actively seek out Penelope at balls, and defending her against Cressida, he compliments her and tells her she's the one who inspired him to travel. Then s2 rolls in, and they're exchanging letters, which will become the cataclysm for their dynamic changing later on. And then there's one of my favourite scenes with them: them talking about their purpose. They both open up here, Colin about his insecurity, Penelope about her dream, it is so intimate. And then, there's of course Colin protecting the Featheringtons from ruins. I'm mostly emphasising Colin's actions, because Penelope's crush on him was always in your face, and while Colin may not have realised it yet, he's always cared about Penelope in a special way, as manifested by his actions and how vulnerable he allows himself to be around her, when even his own family has no idea about what's going on inside his head.

There's a misconception that Colin calling her his friend was him rejecting her, and yet we see in s3 he had no idea whatsoever that she has a crush on him, so he could not lead her on (unlike his book counterpart, who was aware of Penelope's infatuation and was careful never to toe the line until he realised his feelings. Show Colin though? Completely oblivious. And it makes sense, he's still young.) He asks Violet "how do you know it was reciprocated" and not "how do you know you're in love with your best friend". As of right now at the end of part 1, he genuinely thinks he's the one who fell in love first, or at least realised it first. His "You're Pen, you do not count, you're my friend" in s2, was not a rejection in his eyes, but a declaration of love; he's forsaken love and women but not his Penelope, never her, she's his exception And it's not like Penelope resented him for that friendship he so readily gave her, yes she had a crush, but she was proud to call him her friend! He was, with Eloise, her solace away from her family. At the end of the day, this is a friends to lovers story, it is silly to get upset that they considered themselves friends first before there is a click as they realise they are now on the same page to shift their relationship.

Side note but I've never liked the term "friendzoned" because it makes it sound like being friends is a bad thing. I've had unrequited feelings before but I've always felt grateful that being friends with them allowed me to stay close to them even if I knew nothing else could happen. I was still very much happy and content. But maybe I'm projecting on Penelope and that's another debate.

See, what I ended up loving about the lesson plot, which I was so wary of at first, is that Colin barely teaches Penelope anything. At first, he goes for the "do what society expects women to do" (since it worked for him) but then she acts awkwardly, she can't fake it, and it surprises him for a moment. That's when it clicks for him, she just needs to be comfortable because with him, she's always smart, witty and charming, she's herself. He's always seen her that way, and he did not quite realise he had that privilege in the first place. And I love how we see him slowly realise it is no longer a privilege thanks to his help. We see it in e2. When she talks to the guy with the dead horse (forgot his name, oops), Penelope forces the flirt and Colin is amused by it. Fast forward Penelope approaching Lord Remington by herself, without Colin's initiative, and she's being more authentic, and suddenly Jealous by Nick Jonas plays in the background and Colin doesn't look proud, but apprehensive, or dare I say jealous. The shift in Colin's head happens long before Debling is in the picture. I'd argue it already shifted earlier in that episode, in his study, which he flashbacks to in e4.

His journals detail how unfulfilled he feels when he lays with random women in his travels. He longs for emotional intimacy. And guess with who he finally finds that, when a certain red-head asks the one question that allows them to break the physical barrier they had to keep between them for the sake of propriety?

Ah yes, that first kiss. To Colin, everything has been building up to this, this is his true Oh moment. A favour turned into a revelation. For Penelope, this is quite literally the end of her fantasies. This is Penelope's most vulnerable moment. She bares her heart, she's sad, she's desperate. And some people have been calling that moment pathetic, interpreting it as her being weak and giving in to her crush again, saying that she should not have to beg for that man's affection. I concur that she is brave, and bold. I also concur that some of you all are a bit too attached to the girlboss archetype forgetting that allowing oneself to be vulnerable is also a strength. She's never had to beg for Colin's attention anyway because he readily gives it to her, but in this one instance, for once in her life, she is truly being honest. In her head, she has nothing else to lose, and she wants to experience the one thing she thinks she can never have so of course she's gonna turn to the one person she's always trusted and feels the most comfortable with, because before her crush, Colin is her friend. She's asking a favour from a friend. And then she can move on, whatever "moving on" will turn out to be. In this instance, she has the power in her hands.

And it is her bravery that is the true cataclysm for things to change properly. Of course, things have already started to change the moment she stopped replying to the letters, but that moment really expedited their relationship.

Part Four: Lovers, but in a best friends way

The thing with Bridgerton, in the books or in the show, is that each couple has their trope. This is not news to anyone, I think. We've had fake dating, and enemies to lovers, and one characteristic that these two tropes share is a growing tension between the characters before it snaps. There is a reason the early marketing for s3 focused on Penelope being cold towards Colin, tension and conflict are more appealing on the surface. And then the first half of the season comes out and that conflict between our main couple? Solved after one episode because they did one thing that is severely missing in most romance dramas: communicated healthily. Penelope laid out why she was upset (although she does not stay to let Colin explain and then vents out her feelings in Whistledown... she still has some learning to do), Colin immediately went to apologise and make up for it. All of this by talking. And yet I'd argue friends to lovers still has its own tension, just not to the same intensity as the other two, and more difficult to market. The tension comes from the brewing feelings, the way you start seeing every touch, every interaction, in a whole new light, and wondering if it's only in your head or if it's reciprocated. But now combine that with Colin who's always been so earnest about his feelings with Penelope? And Penelope who's always quietly wanted their relationship to evolve that way? Of course they figured it out quickly and got together in half a season. And I'm delighted that we will see them handle the whole Whistledown mess as a couple, as two people aware they love each other deeply, which gives a whole new meaning to the conflict compared to the book where I felt like it was brushed over a bit too quickly (because they got distracted in that carriage). It is the last secret between them, their last obstacle.

I also do not like the "Colin should have grovelled and pined more" argument, when he is the one who insisted on the lessons to help her find a husband in the first place, and then has to face the fact that actually, he doesn't like the idea of another man taking Penelope away, and oh, isn't that the consequences of his own actions? He is grovelling, you just don't see Penelope holding it over his head, because that's not the person she is, this is not a revenge fantasy story, in fact she does not realise the power she has on him because she is used to Colin seeking her out. I like that he didn't stew on his feelings and decided to act on them right away. I also don't like how this whole grovelling thing makes it sound like love is a competition, that just because Penelope has known she's been in love for longer and "suffered" longer, that means Colin needs to do the same to even the planes. Because in my eyes love isn't exactly something to be earned — it is given. Now, are you worthy to keep it? To nurture it and make it bloom and last? That is the real question.

Admittedly, since this is only the first half of the season, we do not see them in a romantic setting a lot. That first half is focused on them rekindling their friendship lost during the summer when Penelope stopped responding to the letters, and Colin having the realisation he cannot live without his best friend, not just because she is his best friend, but also because he loves her. But we do have two important, and obvious instances.

So let's talk about that first kiss again. It is, in my opinion, one of the most gentle and romantic moments in the show so far and also showcased their friendship really well. Colin trying to joke to lighten the mood as Penelope spirals down (peak best friend behaviour actually), the gentle, swelling music, the light of the moon, Colin's deep exhale of realisation as he holds her face when he goes back in for the second kiss, with the furrowed brows of a man on a mission. This is Penelope's most vulnerable moment and Colin's big realisation. And I felt like I was intruding.

And same goes for that carriage scene, but even before they go at it; now this is Colin's most vulnerable moment, and Penelope's realisation that they can be more. He chases the carriage by foot, then goes on his knees to confess his feelings to his best friend in the softest and most determined voice we've ever heard him use this whole season, eyes wide, tears threatening to fall as it is his turn to bare his heart and ask for a chance. Meanwhile Penelope takes it all in, running her hand through his hair because she can finally touch him, melting under him. Things get steamy. And then... and then... The carriage stops, they get startled, Colin jokes that the driver should have kept on driving and then... they laugh. They just made out, and went to second base together, and yet here they are now, laughing. It is such a genuine and lovely moment. And it's then that Colin has that look in his eyes, that "I'm gonna marry her" look. That is when he realises he cannot live his life without her. That his purpose is now right in front of him: making Penelope Featherington, soon to be Bridgerton, laugh until the end of their lives.

Conclusion

There's no conclusion, I just love them so dearly. Yes, there still is the whole Whistledown mess to deal with and sure, the argument with Eloise may make you think great angst is ahead but if there is one big difference between Colin and Eloise, it is this: Colin has always listened to Penelope, and this is not a diss on Eloise. Eloise, bless her heart, can be pretty self-centred, she's loud and a bit immature, something she is growing from in s3, and you cannot ignore that she did not really listen to Penelope (she has no idea Penelope wishes to marry when Penelope tells her she does in s1, we can blame the writing, but I do think it fits with Eloise's journey to realising how privileged and dismissive she is. Penelope was too polite to call her out until their falling out. Meanwhile Cressida is exactly the type of honesty she needs for a wake up call). Colin, on the other hand, is very sensitive and a good listener. Furthermore, this season, Penelope is learning to be more confident, to voice what she wants, and I like to think it is leading to her finding her own voice and not needing Whistledown to hide behind anymore. If there's someone with whom she has no filters, it is Colin, so I have faith that when the reveal happens and an argument breaks out, this new Penelope will not back down and will lay out all her reasons and all her regrets, and Colin may be stubborn, but he loves that woman and he always listens.

A part of me also wishes they keep the jealousy he felt about her writing in the book, and that they don't focus just on the whole "you lied to me" aspect (we've already had that with Eloise). How he, himself, is insecure about his writing, and here Penelope is, less fortunate than he is, and yet who did have the courage to get her writing out there, even if publishing under another name. Because that is also a reality in relationships, when your partner is at a different stage in their career, and how they can communicate to support one another.

Anyway, I'm just rambling now (as if that isn't what I've been doing this whole time). I like them. A little. Just a bit. I'm very normal about them <3

#bridgerton #bridgerton s3 #bridgerton spoilers #colin bridgerton #penelope featherington #polin #long post #ok i got it all out of my system don't expect more bton posts from me lol #at least until part2 i guess #star.txt

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u and jude not being able to stand each other but still hooking up on the dl bc no matter how annoying the other is, u can’t deny that the sex is amazing. but one thing that u promised yourself is that you’d never boost his ego bc u already think he’s cocky enough, so u always try to refrain from letting him know how good he makes u feel cuz it’ll go to his head🫢

so one time u guys are going at it and you are literally going dumb from how good it is and he can tell that ur liking it so he’s being all annoying and teasing you. and eventually when ur close to the most intense orgasm of ur life to pull out and he’s like why and u don’t wanna admit the real reason so ur like “cuz i said so” and he knows why ur asking him to so he’s winding u up until eventually u blurt out that it’s cuz ur about to squirt. so after you guys have finished, he is being the biggest pain in the ass and ur annoyed bc there is nothing u can say or do to even convince him that the sex was mid

the two of u have just never gotten along despite having been in the same friend group for so many years and everyone has just accepted that the two of u have this weird hatred towards the other and love bickering and arguing over literally everything so they barely even bat an eyelash anymore. but despite always arguing and saying how much u hate each other the tension and attraction has always been obvious until it got to a point u couldn’t deny it anymore and after a few drinks one night u ended up sleeping together and after that it just became routine. but u still maintain the fact u dislike each other and it kinda makes the sex hotter bc you’ll both constantly tease the other abt “thought u hated me? why’re u begging for it then” and for some reason it just makes everything a lot more intense and even a little more fun?

but u hate letting jude know that he’s the best person you’ve ever slept with and that he makes u feel so good so ur always acting so nonchalant afterwards, leaving straight away and acting like it’s no big deal and like the sex was mediocre. or you’ll slip in a comment abt how “ur effort was poor this time it was kinda disappointing” even tho ur lying through ur teeth. then one night after you’ve spent a little while apart ur making up for that lost time and hes already made u cum a handful of times on his fingers and tongue so ur completely fucked out and so overly sensitive. he’s got u spread out on his bed, up on his knees a little between ur legs so he can watch the way ur whole body shakes and he’s got one hand pressed against ur lower tummy to apply pressure while he rubs his thumb over ur clit and he’s teasing u so much abt how ur crying and the mess you’ve made and “babe, c’mon ur squeezing the life outta my cock what happened to still hating me?” and ur just whining a little, nails biting into his forearm in retaliation. but the way he’s fucking u and the angle and his hand on u has ur pleasure at its peak and u recognise that it feels different than usual and u know ur abt to squirt and u really don’t want to give him that satisfaction bc you’d previously told him he’d never be able to get u to. so ur gasping a little and telling him to pull out, trying to push his palm away from ur tummy to ease up on the pressure but he’s just cocking his head a little and asking why w this shit eating grin bc he knows ur body better than u do and he can tell this orgasm is gna be a lot stronger than ur others.

he’s just leaning down over u, pace never faltering while he’s all “stop being stubborn and give it to me. let go, baby” and in between he’s mumbling little things to wind u up abt how he knows he’s fucking u good and that there’s no way u hate him as much as u say when ur creaming all over his cock and those little mocking phrases paired w the way he’s fucking u has u tumbling over the edge and u end up squirting a little and he’s just so cocky and full of himself over it, continuing to wind up up over how badly he effects u. and then afterwards ur going through the usual routine of acting like it wasn’t the best sex of ur life while getting ready to leave but ofc he’s having none of that and he’s just teasing u abt the mess u made and how u ruined his sheets and that u got so loud he’s sure the neighbours heard and u just know he’s never gna let it go

#hey jude :)

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blind date - @wolfstarmicrofic - 722 words

“No, Tonks I am not—”

Sirius broke off, running an infuriated hand through his hair as he reached the end of his tether.

“I don’t like bloody dating to start with. I am not going to sit in a restaurant trapped with a stranger for two hours.”

“Yeah, first of all it’s a bar not a restaurant, so the maximum commitment is a drink, which you’d walk out of anyway if you didn’t like the guy,” Tonks countered, undeterred. “Secondly, he’s not a stranger.”

Sirius stabbed his wand at the dishes in his sink and they obediently began to clean themselves.

“He’s some bloke from work you barely know, You can’t have any idea whether we’d like each other or not!”

Tonks smirked and Sirius inwardly cursed himself.

“So you admit there’s a possibility that you would like each other, though,” she said smugly. “That you are actually still open to the possibility of love despite professing a cold, broken heart.”

“Oh fuck off,” Sirius said, throwing a dish cloth at her. Tonks caught it with a grin.

“I know you’re open to it really! You’ve just got to let a tiny part of yourself go with it.”

Sirius heaved a sigh, frowning at the bubbles in the sink, and Tonks softened.

“You’ve changed a lot, you know. You’re not the same person you were then. It wouldn’t happen again.”

Sirius glared at her, then flicked his wrist and the soapy water drained away.

“What do you - well, what do you actually know about him?”

“He’s a professor, teaches muggles and wizards. He’s an expert in the dark arts and he’s not a weirdo about it.”

Sirius snorted.

“He’s very polite and patient,” Tonks continued, pressing her advantage. “Which I know because he answered every single very dumb question the department asked when he was in our office last week.”

“Working for the Ministry is a point against him.”

“He came in for one morning as an expert adviser,” Tonks said, ignoring Sirius’s goading. “And he was really cute.”

Sirius pressed his lips together, trying not to look too interested.

“What does he look like?”

“You know,” shrugged Tonks. “That sort of… thing you like.”

“Thing?” Sirius asked.

“A bit nerdy, sort of… you know… unconventional?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow.

“Odd. He’s a bit odd. But in a good way,” Tonks insisted.

“I do not have a thing for people who are odd!”

“You do. And you’ll have a thing for him, I promise. Saturday at 7! Don’t be late!”

Sirius wasn’t late - he was exactly two minutes early, just enough to look polite but not so much he seemed too keen.

The bar was dark, a maze of elegant booths and secluded tables and a long, mahogany bar top winding through it. He could barely make out the people in front of him, let alone any (hopefully attractive) strangers.

“Are you here to meet someone?”

Sirius looked round to see the hostess smiling politely up at him.

“Er, yes - under the name Tonks.”

“Mr. Black?”

“Yup - just point me in the right direction, I can find him,” Sirius said, wanting to avoid as many witnesses as possible to this awkward encounter.

“He’s waiting for you at the bar. Just by the marble pillar.”

“Great, thanks.”

Sirius made his way across the room towards where the bar top slid behind a sleek black obelisk. There was a faint shadow of a figure nearby it - clearly the other man wanted to avoid this as much as he did. Except that also meant Sirius would have no way of escaping once he’d caught sight of him.

A single leg dangled just into view, one brown brogue at the end and long fingers playing across its knee. Sirius took a breath.

“Excuse me, I’m Sirius Black, I’m looking for—”

His jaw dropped; his heart stopped.

“Sirius?”

“I…. Remus?”

Sirius looked around wildly as if he could have missed the man he was supposed to meet - but no, there was no one else. This was it.

Remus was staring at him with every bit of confusion and embarrassment that Sirius felt himself.

“I’m sorry, I — an acquaintance from work suggested I meet you here. She mustn’t have known…”

“She knew,” Sirius said shortly.

“She did?”

“She’s my cousin. You think she hasn’t heard about my ex-fiancé?”

#wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #sirius black #remus lupin #hp #otp: i’m mental about you #writing tag #I LOVE IT WHEN THEYRE MESSY

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Pervy Neighbor Jisung Pt.2 ✨

Content/tags/warnings: smut / jisungxfem reader / perv!jisung / reader is a little bit of a perv too / masturbation(m,f) / “noona” / mentions of other members / drug use / panty stealing / cum eating / switch!jisung / switch!reader / mutual pining

Word Count: 4.2k

a/n: Since a lot of people seemed to enjoy my first one-shot, I decided to continue the story in multiple parts! Constructive criticism as well as requests are welcome! Next part will include the house-warming party 👀

Not proofread, all characters are only used for the purpose of face-claims and do not reflect real-life actions and behaviors of people involved

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It’s been almost a month since you moved in, and Jisung has, quite frankly, run out of material. As much as he adored that picture he snapped through your window of your delectable ass presenting itself to him, there were only so many scenarios he could logistically work with- his favorite being one of the first he conjured up, with you inviting him over during a yoga session on your balcony. He was especially fond of that one.

In fact, he had already run through them all several times, and as a man with a creative inclination, he needed new imaginary canvases to paint even more indecent imagery with. He really didn’t know how he ended up in this situation. Sure, he was always a man who thought more with the head between his legs than the one atop his shoulders, but he was never one to actively display such depraved behavior- that was, until you invaded his mind. You were akin to a captivating siren luring him out to the vast depths of the sea that was his lust for you, and he wasn’t quite sure that he wanted to resist your entrancing melody.

There were a few minor complications preventing him from reaching his goals, though. The first being how the hell he would successfully obtain fresh aids for his newfound private pastime. In order to give himself more inspiration to work with, he needed to get closer to you. Normally, he would not see this as an issue at all, as he was rather confident in his physical appearance and charisma. The second- and most debilitating issue, however, lies in your surely abhorrent first impression of him. A visceral chill creeps up his spine at the mere thought of what your current opinion of him must be.

After he fucked his frustrations into his fist every night to thoughts of you, he stared at his ceiling making mental diagrams of different approaches he could take for you to nudge him over to your good side. He may have doomed himself from the first day with his thoughtless and downright rude behavior, but he was determined to rectify the misunderstanding he had perpetuated.

Luckily for Jisung, his ever-reliable mate, Felix, had already taken the first steps for him- by adding you on various social media outlets. He had been mindlessly scrolling when you stood out in the crowd of faces in his suggested friends page. It may not seem like much, but the best possible starting point had practically fallen right into his lap. He now had access to your name, interests, dislikes, music taste, and friends list- conveniently right at his fingertips to educate himself with whenever he desired. Not to mention, one mouth-watering, jaw-dropping, boner-popping display of your gorgeously-proportioned body, clad in a slutty little powder blue string bikini- just for him. It was certainly claiming it’s spot at the top the spank bank for later. He’ll have to send Felix something as a token of his appreciation for that one.

Through his frequent investigations of your treasure trove of publicly accessible information, he learned that you are, in fact, one year older than him- that was going to do wonders for his little “noona” kink. His suspicions of you being an artist were correct, much to his delight, as he’s naturally attracted to creative minds. Your taste in music also aligns surprisingly well with his own. You have more tattoos than he originally thought- which he finds incredibly hot. In your bikini pic, he spotted a dazzling silver gem nestled above your belly button- also sexy. It made him wonder if you have more piercings in places hidden under the skimpy garment- he really hoped you did. One crucial piece of information he couldn’t deduce from his research, though, was your relationship status. If you were in a relationship, it couldn’t be a happy one. There was no indication of you having a partner on any of your platforms, so he decided it was unlikely.

Now that he learned as much as he possibly could about you without direct contact, he needed to find a way to repair your skewed perception of him. He could go with his original plan of just knocking on your door, introducing himself, and apologizing, but that seemed a tad bit more risky than he was comfortable with. Since you were apparently acquainted with Felix, maybe he could convince him to act as his wingman? No, he didn’t want to come across as desperate- even if he absolutely was. Maybe Miroh? The two of you were already friends on the game thanks to him assisting you with your S-Class Dungeon victory. He could help you through the slightly more daunting Levanter or Circus stages next. And then what? Just send “hey, by the way, I’m your new neighbor.”? You would wonder how he knew who you were, and instantly be creeped out- rightfully so. He’ll still help you through more dungeons anonymously though. The intense adrenaline rush he gets from it, along with the blood that rushes straight to his junk when you cutely beg him for help- is addictive.

Your bikini pic sufficed to tide Jisung over for another week and a half, shamelessly painting your image on his phone screen white at least once, sometimes twice, or even three times a day. During this time, he strolled the market he had discovered you frequented and gained some helpful intel- you were a bit closer to Felix than he originally thought, even stopping by the various stands he often helped out with to chat or drop off food for him. A few times, Jisung thought about coming up to him while you were there to introduce himself. Ultimately, he decided it would be best for you to naturally stumble upon them hanging out together. So, he cleverly plotted to join his friend with his market volunteering for the next month or so. The first week was a bust, since you seemed to be avoiding Felix with him in the picture now. Regardless, he didn’t let it discourage him, and attentively remained loyal to his plan.

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When you told Felix about how you didn’t host a house-warming party, as you didn’t really know anyone in the area yet, he offered to throw you one to introduce you to his friends. As he got to know you better, he knew you would fit right in with his friend group. When you agreed, he gave you descriptions of his seven closest friends. You were already briefly introduced to Minho, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Seungmin, but he threw in a few more names you didn’t recognize. Among the unrecognizable names, you tried to pick out the one that could belong to your neighbor, the boy you had spotted curled up on the couch in Minho’s study. Based on his descriptions, it couldn’t have been Jeongin- the youngest of the group, or Jisung- the affectionately-dubbed “babygirl” in Felix’s words. That left you with Chris, his fellow Australian mate, and the eldest. However, his description didn’t match your neighbor either.

When you set out for the market a few days later to deliver Felix some extra sugar cookies you had baked that morning, you saw him again. He was engaged in a conversation with your friend as they appeared to be working one of the fresh fruits and vegetable stalls together. You weren’t close enough to make out what was being discussed between the two, but your attention was drawn to the brunette’s body language. You observed the two friends for a few minutes, as your neighbor cycled through a series of cutesy expressions, excited little jumps, and exaggerated hand movements directed toward Felix. You were dumbfounded by how he candidly resembled a completely different person to the one you had briefly encountered over a month ago. This guy seemed to have an energetic and charismatic personality- an immensely stark contrast to the insolent and crude introduction you were given. You decided to return home with the cookies still in hand, not quite ready to approach yet.

Later that night, you were still hung up on thoughts about your neighbor. You originally thought he really was just an asshole, but the glimpse of him you saw at Minho’s place, as well as the market, had you reconsidering. You wanted to find out more about him. If he did behave differently to you specifically, why was he so callous? You were sure his outburst was the first time you saw him, so it’s not like you did anything to personally upset him. Frustrated, you navigated towards Felix’s social media in the hopes of finding his profile to learn more about him.

To say the man had a lot of followers would be an understatement. He was clearly very popular, and you began to lose hope of finding your neighbor amongst them. You couldn’t spot him in any of the group selfies on Felix’s page either. An imaginary lightbulb illuminated itself in your head as you realized you could just text Felix, asking him to send you all of his friend’s profiles. It wouldn’t be weird, since you’d be meeting them all soon at your house-warming party anyway. While waiting for him to reply, you opened the jar perched on your nightstand, containing a handful of special gummies, popped one in your mouth, and walked to the nearby convenience store to replenish your snack supply.

On your way back home, your phone lit up with the notification of Felix’s reply as you started to feel the effects of the gummy take hold. Immediately after closing your door and kicking your shoes off, you reclined yourself on the sofa, your bag of snacks within arm’s reach, and opened your chat with Felix. Sure enough, he sent you links to seven profiles with each of their names attached. Chris was first, with his feed mostly consisting of himself on late-night walks around town, pictures of his dog, and gym selfies. You immediately noticed how fit he was, with a killer face to match, and began to wonder if all of Felix’s friends were as absurdly attractive as he was. The next profile, Minho’s, caught you off guard to say the least. There were barely any pictures of him, and the ones that were posted usually distorted his face with the most outlandish filters you could imagine. The rest of his feed was overflowing with pictures of his three adorable cats, as well as several unappetizing close-ups of what appeared to be food. You were definitely intrigued, and were looking forward to getting to know him better. The next link directed you to Changbin’s page. While you did briefly meet him in person already, you were too overwhelmed by the utter chaos unfolding in Minho’s apartment to really take in his physique. He was a total gym rat- his feed plastered with pictures showcasing his enormous muscles to prove it. What really surprised you, though, was the sheer amount of dance covers he posted featuring popular k-pop girl group songs. The man knew how to shake it, and you were pleasantly surprised by the way he didn’t lock himself into his masculine side, despite his appearance. Moving on to Hyunjin, you probably spent around an hour admiring the captivating artwork he posted. As an artist yourself, you were enamored by his abstract and romantic style. Equally as captivating, were his features. He was a fashion model, and clearly had the looks for it. You couldn’t spot a single flaw on his perfectly sculpted face.

When you returned to Felix’s links and opened the next one- Jisung’s, you immediately recognized the doe-eyed brunette in the profile picture as your neighbor. Felix had described him to you as the mood-maker of the group, with his hilarious personality and exaggeratedly cute behavior impossible to resist. You had thought Jisung was one of the least likely to be the person in question, so this discovery was very jarring. Even more so, however, was the duality he displayed with his selfies. The most recent upload featuring a cute pose- big, round eyes, puffy cheeks, and pouty lips. As you scrolled down to the next, you were met with a completely different vibe. His head was tilted back, as if he was looking down at you, with sultry siren eyes, his chain necklace dangling from perfect teeth, and the neckline of a loose-fitting white t-shirt exposing his gorgeously-tanned neck and collarbones. You scrolled back and forth between the two pictures, in absolute awe at the fact that they both displayed the same person.

As you continued scrolling, his occupation as a music producer and songwriter was revealed. He uploaded several aesthetic pictures with his own work serving as background music, and you had to admit- he definitely had talent. Each instrumental perfectly encapsulated the vibe of the picture it was paired with, and he definitely knew what he was doing from a production standpoint. The real shock came when you stumbled upon his singing and rapping videos, though. He really could do it all. He perfectly rode every beat with his flow, topping it off with impeccable enunciation. The most impressive (and admittedly attractive) aspect was his ability to effortlessly switch the tone of his voice, going from an insanely high register to a low, raspy one instantaneously. This skill clearly also carried over to his singing- his higher vocals incredibly stable, and his raspy, low tone shamefully had you feeling some type of way. You decided to blame that on the effects of the gummy.

You lingered on Jisung’s profile for longer than you would have liked to admit, especially the pictures displaying his surprisingly flirty and cocky persona. There was one picture in particular, that had your imagination running wild. His eyes were shrouded in black eyeliner, looking straight into the camera, with his lips slightly parted and his tongue protruding toward the corner of his mouth. His thumb nestled just below his bottom lip- complete with black nail polish. It gave off the vibe of him looking up at you from between your thighs, after mercilessly coaxing multiple orgasms out of you with his seemingly skilled tongue, and lazily wiping the remnants of your release off his chin.

To be honest, you’ve been attempting to ignore the persistent throbbing in your core since you first started exploring his feed, but that last picture completely abolished all resolve you were desperately clinging to. Your right hand had been absentmindedly tracing light circles up and down your thigh for the last ten minutes, slowly drawing increasingly closer to your aching heat. Your own hand became Jisung’s in your imagination when you scrolled to a photo of his, wrapped around the neck of an electric guitar. The caption read “Guitar isn’t the only thing my hands are skilled with, ladies… ;)” The little shit knew exactly what he was doing, which, was oddly attractive to you. Your hand slipped under the waistband of your shorts. With your middle finger nestled between your folds, you gasped at the contact.

Your heightened senses due to the gummy amplified the intensity of every touch, the pleasure increasing tenfold. To say you were soaked would be an understatement. The back of your hand was immediately coated with your arousal, as it sandwiched itself between your needy cunt and completely drenched panties. The lewd sounds caused by your wetness, along with the humiliation that washed over you as you realized you were still on the couch in your living room, only served to turn you on even more. As your middle finger breached your entrance, soon followed by your ring finger, you pictured Jisung’s pretty fingers slowly pumping you instead. Black fingernails becoming a clouded shade as your juices coat them, dripping over his silver rings. You wondered if you would be able to feel them as his fingers pushed in and out, or when they bumped up against your swollen clit as he curled his fingers upwards, relentlessly pounding your sweet spot. When you added his tongue into the picture- sloppily lapping anywhere his hand didn’t obstruct, occasionally dragging along your inner thighs and hungrily licking your arousal that had reached there, you let go. You couldn’t control the spasming of your legs, as well as the obscenely load moan that escaped past your lips, as you lost yourself in the most intense orgasm you have felt in ages. After a few minutes of regaining your composure, you washed up and crawled into bed. You were looking forward to getting to know Jisung better.

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The next week Jisung helped Felix at the market, you finally made your appearance. He had his back turned to the bustling foot traffic, tediously deboning a massive chunk of raw tuna when his ears (and dick) involuntarily perked up at the sound of your sweet voice. “Hey Felix! How’s it going today?” You cheerfully approached, prompting the brunette to wonder how his name would sound as it rolled off your lips. “Hey yourself! Its a little slow today, but should pick up around lunch. This is my friend Jisung I was telling you about!” The blond returned, gesturing towards him. Felix told you about him? He wondered what you had heard, and how it made you feel, but quickly shook his thoughts away before he could get lost in them. This was finally his chance to reintroduce himself, and he was not gonna fuck it up this time. He swiped his hands across the front of his apron as he turned towards you, offering what he hoped was a charming smile.

“I would give you a handshake, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want fish smell on your hands. Sorry we kinda got off on the wrong foot there, it’s great to meet you!” He mustered up his best approach as he shot you an apologetic look, nervously cradling the back of his neck with his right hand.

“Oh, no worries! Felix told me you were really nice, so I figured you were just having a bad day. It’s nice to meet you too!” you replied. It took everything in his power to not grab his friend’s stupidly-lovable face and plant a big, fat kiss on his freckle-covered cheek right then and there. The man was, quite literally, doing all of the hard work for him.

After exchanging your greetings, you moved onto the next stall on your list. Meanwhile, Jisung attempted to burn your approximate waist-to-hip ratio into his memory- for a more realistic point of view of him taking you from behind, of course. His mesmerized focus was abruptly interrupted by his friend landing a friendly smack to his ass, signaling for him to get back to work.

Later that night, he was working on a new song when his phone exploded with notifications from his group chat with his friends. Felix had sent a text notifying everyone about a house-warming party he was hosting for a friend. When his eyes swept across your name, he immediately felt himself tighten in his joggers. He had basically pavloved himself into suffering automatic erections at the slightest thought of you with the recent frequency of his jerking off. To say he was ecstatic would be an understatement as he skimmed through the rest of the messages. He was invited to your place. Of course, his friends would be there too, but actually seeing the inside of your living space, as well as being so physically close to you- would add a whole new level of realism to his sinful fantasies. His usual view of you was from the distance of his own apartment, obstructed by two windows when you weren’t on your balcony. Your appearance at the market today was the closest he’s gotten so far.

Maybe if he played his cards right, he could sneak off into your bathroom, find out what shampoo and body wash you used, and purchase the same. Adding the element of your scent to his late-night sessions could be fun. The more he thought about it, the more depravity overtook him. What if he didn’t stop there? What if he snuck into your bedroom? Found a pair of panties to shove in his pocket and later shove into his face as he climaxes, or found your toys you use to get yourself off when you should be using him.

Still seated in front of his computer, he slightly reclined the chair back as he pulled down his waistband and teased his leaking tip slowly, his mind brewing up his latest creation. He was at your party with his friends. You were distracted by replenishing snacks, Changbin and Seungmin were engaged in a heated debate while the others focused on playing a game on your TV. He took advantage of the distractions and made his move, heading towards your bathroom. He passed the door as he embarked on his real mission- to find your bedroom. After one unsuccessful attempt opening the door to reveal a storage closet, he finally found it.

Once he shut the door behind him, he allowed himself a few seconds to take in his surroundings. When his eyes locked onto the door to your closet slightly ajar, he crossed the room and opened it further. Your laundry basket sat on the floor, powder blue lace thong placed neatly on top. He picked up the garment, intending to relocate it to his pocket, but his hand moved faster than his brain, bringing it up to his face instead. Once he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, there was no hope for him. He shifted to the edge of your bed, uncrumpling your panties and flattening them out neatly on your mattress. He quickly released his greedy cock, laying it on top of your thong as he used the pad of his thumb to apply light pressure. His hips slowly thrusted, grinding his greedy dick between the dainty lace and his calloused thumb, the contrast of textures driving him crazy. As he increased his pace, he wrapped the lace around his whole circumference and replaced the tip of his thumb with his entire hand, amplifying the pressure. The sight of his tan cock peeking through the blue lace, along with the filthiness of his actions, had him biting his bottom lip for dear life to contain his moans threatening to escape.

He did the same in real life. As his thighs started quivering, he threw his head back against the headrest of his seat. His efforts to bite back his noises failed, however, as he couldn’t contain the loud moan that forced its way through his clenched teeth when his hand grazed over a particularly sensitive spot. Feeling his orgasm approaching, he released his grip completely, twitching at the sudden loss of contact. He wasn’t going to cum yet, not when the highlight of his fantasy had yet to play out. He collected himself for a moment before engrossing himself in his scene again.

He began to panic as his hips started twitching. Soft, needy moans and incoherent mumbling rolling off of his drool-covered lips. He needed to cum, but had nothing to release into. He was so lost in his pleasure that he couldn’t stop as the sound of your door creaking open penetrated through his panting and the wet sounds of his spit and precum-coated cock. He locked eyes with your shocked expression as he blew his hot load all over your panties and bed.

“N-Noona.. I-“ you cut him off with a strong slap to his left cheek. His weak legs not able to support him as his knees buckled collapsed to the floor, the side of his face landing dangerously close to the wet spot he had created on your bed. You stood behind him, forcefully grabbing him by his hair and shoving his face directly into the mess.

“I don’t want to hear another word from you. If you’re going to be a filthy pervert, the least you can do is clean up after yourself.” You spat, further rubbing his face into his own cum. He stuck his tongue out, catching his release on it as your grip on his hair controlled him. When you heard his muffled moans you kneeled down, your face now level with his when you tugged his head upwards. “Are you seriously getting off on this you sick fuck?” You pushed him with his back now flush against the side of your bed. “Oh my god, you’re fucking hard again!” Another slap to his cheek, this time the left. You both looked down as the pain from your slap caused his length to jerk violently, a pathetic bead of precum seeping from the tip and rolling down his shaft. You caught it with your finger, bringing your digit to his mouth and shoving it in. He hungrily sucked it off, a deep moan bellowing from his chest. Withdrawing your hand from his mouth and reaching behind his head, you clutched onto the cum-soaked panties, tilted his head upwards, and shoved them in his mouth.

Jisung groaned as he twitched in his hand, shooting his release all over himself and his keyboard, dripping down between the keys. He had been putting off cleaning the damned thing for weeks, and sighed as he slumped further down in the chair. Thanks to you, he wouldn’t be able to procrastinate any longer.

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please we need more Jim the delinquent season!!! please I beg idc if it's smut or fluff or both... Lol btw I am invested in your fics... Wait ngl smut sounds lovely...

perfect for you - jim (the delinquent season) x reader

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notes: hello lovely anon, i can definitely do that for you! fluffy and smutty jim content is a need. ugh, what i would do to call him mine.

summary: you've always found your best friends dad attractive. unbeknownst to you, the feeling was mutual on his end, especially after his divorce. one night, your best friend goes somewhere, leaving you and her dad alone together.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, kissing, age gap (everyone is legal), reader is implied to be around 20 and jim is in his 40's, bestfriends dad! trope, p in v, aftercare <3

cassie had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. the two of you had met in elementary school, and your friendship lasted a lifetime. now, both you and her were attending college together; all grown up. purposefully, the two of you aimed to get into the same college as neither of you wanted to spend time apart from each other, even when it came to school.

you'd known her for ages, and you were super close with her family. likewise, she was close with yours, as you'd basically grown up together. however, cassie's parents divorced just over a year ago, so much to your dismay, you didn't get to see her mom as frequently anymore. she'd moved out even before her divorce was finalized, and you'd only see her occasionally now.

cassie decided to live her with her dad, jim, as he owned a lovely house quite close to campus, and you also lived just down the road. it was convenient for the both of you. jim was never very talkative, definitely more reserved than his ex-wife ever was, and you'd only really gotten to know him more after the divorce.

even though you'd known him for a majority of your life, you clicked with cassie's mom much more - isn't that how it always is, though? regardless, you would still come over frequently to cassie's place, as the two of you always worked on assignments together. even though she majored in something completely different than you, that didn't stop either of you from bonding over the college experience together.

for the first couple months after the divorce, jim was quiet. he would make small talk with the two of you, maybe ask how your lectures went but otherwise he would keep to himself.

during one particularly hot summer day, jim was having a few of his friends over to watch some sort of sports game, while you and cassie were upstairs working on homework. that same night, cassie got a text from a guy she was interested in from her class who'd asked her out, and you encouraged her to go out with him.

jim and you had talked a bit more frequently at this point in time, since he was finally coming out of his shell more. you didn't blame him after the whole thing with his marriage ending and all. that being said, you felt comfortable just chilling at her place as you'd most likely end up going home pretty soon after she'd left anyway.

plus, this wasn't out of the ordinary for you nor her. she'd often stay at your place for a few days at a time sometimes; the two of you were close like that. you'd do the same, staying over at hers for a few days as well, neither of your parents minded. it had always been this way, even when the two of you were growing up.

"are you sure? i can always tell him i'm busy." she asked you, touching up her makeup.

"oh my god, cass. just go, you've liked this guy for so long!" you insisted, giggling.

"yeah, i know," she laughed, "my dad has his buddies over to watch the stupid game, though. you can go home if you want, but if you get tired feel free to crash at mine tonight."

"i live down the road, but i will definitely keep that in mind." you say with a laugh, shaking your head.

"yeah but your basically my sister, so i don't care if you sleep here or whatever." she says, applying some lipgloss as she fixed her hair.

"go have fun tonight," you say to her, "and text me all the details."

"obviously," she says, turning to face you, "do i look good?"

"duh, like always." you say, glancing at her but returning to your notes as you scribble more stuff down from your textbook.

"if all goes well...i'll text you in the morning." she laughs, and you shake your head laughing along with your best friend.

that night, cassie did in fact have a great night - so great, in fact, that she ended up staying over at that guys house. however, she wasn't the only one who ended up sleeping in someone else's bed that night.

one thing led to another while cassie was gone for the night, and somehow you ended up in jims bed, tangled in the sheets and wrapped up in his arms. sleeping with your best friends dad was not something you planned on doing, but it sort of just...happened.

his buddies has gone home for the night, and you wandered downstairs so that you could quietly leave and return back to your house; but you noticed everyone had left already.

"you didn't go out with cassie?" jim's voice called out from behind you, and you turned around to see him leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

"no," you shake your head, "i have a final next week, i needed to study for it."

"ah, smart girl." he said softly in that accent that made your knees weak. for a moment, he was quiet. just staring at you while you stared back, unsure of what else to say.

"do you need help cleaning up?" you ask politely, since it wasn't too late. it was only quarter past eight, and he looked a little tired.

"don't worry about it." he smiled, and you shook your head.

"least i could do, i'm always over here anyways." you insisted, making your way to the kitchen.

there were only a few dishes scattered around, along with some empty beer cans and a few cups. you helped him put the food on the counter away and cleaned some of the dishes. after the two of you were done, he looked at you with a soft smile.

"you've always been so helpful," he smiled, "i appreciate it."

"it's no problem." you say back, watching him lean against the counter.

he doesn't respond, but instead just looks at you under the dim kitchen lighting, and his baby blue eyes pierce right through you.

"do you have a boyfriend? remind me, i forgot." he asked suddenly, and you felt your cheeks heating up at his rather...innocent question.

"n-no, i don't." you say with a nervous laugh.

"c'mere." he said and for a second, you thought you'd misheard him.

"what?" you asked quietly.

"come here." he repeated.

hesitantly, you make your way closer to him and look up at his blue eyes. he glances down at you, still leaning against the counter with his hands gripping the edge.

okay - if you were being totally honest right now, you had always found your best friends dad to be really attractive. but he was married for the longest time and he was also the father of your lifelong best friend! it was wrong on so many levels, but it appeared that neither of you seemed to cared.

suddenly, his hand was making it's way onto your waist, and you almost felt the need to pinch yourself in case this was all just a very vivid dream you were having.

"the walls are thin, you know," he said softly, rubbing circles into your waist with his thumb, "i heard you last week, on the phone to your friend or whoever while cassie was picking milo up from the vet."

your heart dropped. last week, cassie had to pick her dog up from the vet, and you were home alone with jim for around half an hour. within that half hour, another friend of yours called and somehow, the topic landed on jim. well, more like you'd told your friend you were staying at cassie's for the evening, which led to the friend asking about her parents divorce, which then led you to say some interesting things about jim.

"if he wasn't cassie's dad, i'd be all over that." you said to your friend as the both of you giggled over the phone.

"yeah, i've seen him. like, damn." your friend said, making you laugh once more.

"you have no idea what it's like when i come over, i literally have to force myself to focus on something - anything else." you tell her, but then you heard the front door open. "mhm, yeah. okay, i gotta go. bye."

with that, you ended your phone call - not realizing jim had been grabbing the laundry from the washer out in the hall. he heard everything, and he couldn't lie; it really turned him on. he always knew it was wrong, but he was definitely attracted to you. it started out innocent, like for example, it started when you had turned nineteen. he would think you looked really pretty when you wore a certain outfit, or when you did your hair a certain way.

then, as the next year or two went by, he found himself noticing other things about you. like how perky your tits looked in a certain shirt, or how badly he wanted to see you bend over when you wore a specific skirt. he tried to shake the thoughts of out his head - but it was no use.

"i-i didn't-" you stammered.

"shh," he assured you, "it's nothing to be embarrassed about. honestly, i wish you'd said something sooner."

"...you do?" you asked, a little taken aback by his words.

"i do," he said softly, "so why don't we both stop pretending like this isn't bound to happen."

his hands trailed along your waist and your hips, before his grip on them became tighter. pulling you close, he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face. the both of you leaned in - but you placed your hands on his chest, stopping him.

"jim, wait," you say, looking up at the older man in front of you, "i-i can't- i don't do casual hookups. their just not-"

"your thing, i know. i wasn't trying to imply that this was just going to be that," he assures you once more, "i want you in more than just that way."

"o-okay," you almost whisper, "me too."

he doesn't offer a verbal response, but rather gives your ass a tight squeeze whilst his lips came crashing down on yours. instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck as he backs you up into the kitchen counter. recklessly, his lips still locked with yours, he hoisted you up onto the kitchen island. for a moment, both of you break away from the kiss with pink-tinted cheeks.

the thrill of kissing a man so much older than you (who also happened to be your best friends dad) was getting you worked up, and judging by the tent in his pants; it was getting him worked up, too. gently, he helped you out of your hoodie and sweats. you felt a shiver go up your spine as your ass rested on the cold granite of the counter, and he bit down on his lip at sight. with all your clothes discarded, you sat pretty for his taking on the counter with your pink, lacy bra and matching pink thong.

"look at you," he groaned, "so pretty, princess."

clearly, neither of you could even wait to take it to the bedroom. so, with adrenaline running through your veins, you help him out of his sweater and he reaches for his belt buckle. he pulls you into another heated kiss, this time one of his hands coming up to your throat to give it a soft squeeze. as he choked you gently, you moaned into his mouth, the action driving him insane.

he pulled away from the kiss and you felt his tip poke at your folds. you look down for a moment, and you could see him stroking himself with one hand as he lined his cock up with your entrance while the other hand rested gently around your throat.

before he put it in, he looked at you to make sure that this was okay, though he didn't say a word. you gave him a small, affirming nod and he rubbed the head of his cock against your wetness before plunging his cock in, taking you on the kitchen counter.

you let out a gasp as his veiny cock filled you, and he groaned at the feeling of your warm walls sucking him in. his hand quickly came off of your neck and down to your waist, his other hand doing the same. as his hands found purchase on your waist, he started to move in and out slowly, letting you adjust.

"j-jim," you moaned, throwing your head back, "ugh, feels so good."

"yeah?" he groaned, thrusting in and out much faster now, "d'you hear how wet you are, princess?"

when he mentioned it, your cheeks burned as your eyes rolled to the back of your head from his cock pounding your cunt. you could hear it - your pussy was dripping, and it was evident by the squelching sounds in the quiet kitchen.

"s-so wet, just for you- fuuuuck-" you whimper as his cock hit all the right spots inside of you.

one of jim's hands snaked up to your breasts, roughly kneading it and making you moan. you drooling hole started to squeeze down onto his fat cock, making him lose his breath. the both of you were chasing your highs and getting closer by the second.

"f-fuck, you're so tight, m'gonna fill this tight little pussy up." he decided, fucking into you deeply as he took you on his kitchen countertop.

"so close, jim, s-so mmph, close!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure consumed you and the coil inside of your stomach snapped.

"thaaaats it," he praised, "keep squeezing me like that, princess."

you bit your lip and moaned at the way he was talking, and he felt himself tip over the edge as he spilled into you with a groan. his hips continued to buck into you for a few more moments, fucking his cum deeper and deeper into your aching cunt.

after you both came down from your highs, he pulled his softening cock out of you. he watched with a sigh at the sight your pretty pussy which was now dripping with his cum. swiftly, he got a towel and started to wipe it up for you. he was taking his time and making sure you were taken care of afterwards, of course.

"how are you feeling?" he asked softly, wiping his seed that was dripping out from your cunt.

"a little sleepy," you admitted with a half-lidded smile, "and a little hungry."

"how about i run you a bath?" he suggested, laughing softly, "and then i'll order us some takeout from that italian place you like down on 47th and main."

"you know my favourite takeout place?" you giggle.

"obviously i do," he admits with a chuckle, "you told me a few months ago, remember?"

"well, yeah. i just didn't expect you to actually remember." you say with a sigh, and he pulls you into a chaste kiss.

"of course i remember, how could i forget?" he smiles after giving you a small peck, "so, does that sound good? a bath and your favourite takeout? then you can sleep in my bed tonight with me."

"first of all, that sounds wonderful, baby," you say, casually throwing the pet name in, "and secondly, can you join me in the bath, pretty please?"

he smiled as you called him baby, "i can't say no to that, princess."

"good." you say, beaming up at him.

true to his word, he did run you two a hot bath which you both enjoyed. after your steamy bath, he ordered your favourite food and the two of you laughed and cuddled on the couch whilst sharing a bottle of your favourite wine. after the two of you finished, you were both sleepy. as you and jim slipped into bed, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, giving you a kiss on the head before you both fell asleep.

the next morning, the two of you were still tangled in the sheets together, cuddled up in the blankets all cozy. cassie had returned sometime in the early hours just before sunrise, and as she made her way up the stairs, she noticed her dads bedroom door was cracked open slightly. she paid no mind to it - until she caught a glimpse of you in his bed with him.

doing a double take, she poked her head into his bedroom to find the both of you peacefully asleep. your head was resting on his chest as his arms were draped over you, the both of you looking so content.

cassie smiled and shook her head, laughing quietly to herself as she made her way back to her own room. contrary to what most peoples reactions would be; she wasn't mad. in fact, she kind of saw it coming in hindsight and hey, if you made him happy and he was good to you, then so be it.

though the both of you seemed oblivious to it, everyone else could see that you were perfect for him, and he was perfect for you.

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rendy-a · 2 days

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Hi! Apologies if this request is too vague or specific but can I request a fic of Jack Howl x reader who’s a night owl kind of person and is much shorter than him, thank you!

Thanks for requesting. I don't get a lot of asks for Jack, so its a nice exercise to write something for him. I hope I captured him correctly.

‘Crazy,’ Jack thinks for the hundredth time after befriending the strange Prefect of Ramshackle dorm. You can see this thought pass through his face, but it only makes you laugh more. “Come on, you know you’ll enjoy it.” Jack sighs, “Why can’t you ever pick anything to do that occurs during a normal person’s day?” You lift your hand high to pat your tall friend on the shoulder and laugh, “I’ll convert you eventually,” and chuckle at the resulting scoff.

It is said that opposites attract, and nothing could be more fitting to describe the closeness that has developed between you and Jack. You were short and he was tall. You were always laughing, and he was so serious. The point that seemed to cause you the most contention was that you lived for the late evening hours when the darkness crept in and the sky awoke with stars. You loved the way the insects would sing in the night and the dampness of the coming dew that settled over everything. Jack, on the other hand, went to bed early and woke up at some god-awful hour in the morning. He would tell you any time you brought it up why he liked it, but you just didn’t see it. Noisy birds chirping? Bright and garish sunrises? Having the whole campus to yourself for a jog? What was the charm in that? So, you’d taken it upon yourself to show him the beauty of the night whenever you could. You’d change his mind eventually or at least have fun trying!

“Tell me again why we can’t just watch these movies on the weekend?” Jack asks with a hint of annoyance in his voice. You grab his arm and lay your head pleadingly on his bicep, “Awe, come on! Late night movie marathons are the best!” When you see him turn away as though he can’t meet your eye, you know you almost have him. Time for your most convincing argument. “Please, please, please, please, please!!!” Jack sighs with a huff and gives in to your demand but makes you promise to at least have something healthy for a snack. “Ok, fine,” you offer conceding, “I’ll even prove my commitment to healthy snacks by asking Vil for some suggestions.” Jack thanks you for going so far out of your way for him and gives you an approving pat on the head. Finally, your late-night horror fest with your best pal Jack is a go! And you got a head pat; way to go you!

You were halfway through Horror from the Deep when you could feel the sleepiness creep up. Jack had fallen asleep twice, for which you teased him relentlessly, and so you were determined to make it through the entire retro horror movie marathon without missing a second. “Should we call it a day?” asked Jack with a raised eyebrow. You force your fluttering eyes to full-open and ask, “What? Why?” as though you didn’t know the answer. He huffs at your ridiculous defiance and remarks, “You’re no better than my kid brother at admitting when you are tired.” You frown, “So what, I’m like your sibling now?” Jack seems disturbed by this suggestion and lowers his ears as he stammers an apology. Well, this was awkward now. You turn your attention back to the movie, forcing yourself to focus on that instead of the warm (and firm) arm you are leaning against. Just like friends. Only friends.

By the time the monster emerges onto the beach, you are sleeping deeply while pulling Jack’s arm into a hug. He gives a half-hearted tug before deciding to abandon the effort and leans to rest his head on top of your own. Sleeping like this won’t be so bad. But only because he has too, not because he’s been dreaming about this. No, certainly you didn’t have a friendship like that. Of course not.

In the deep hours of the night, when you’re not quite sure if you should refer to it as night or morning, you awaken. Your sleepy noises bring Jack to alertness before you can really take in how close you were. You sigh and look at your movie partner bashfully, “Guess we will have to rewatch that one later, huh?” Jack gives you a smug smile in response and suddenly you are laughing together. There is a strange magic to the twilight and perhaps that is why Jack suddenly asks, “Walk me home?” You smile at him, glad to have an excuse to drag this time out, “Sure.”

You walk side by side in the misty fog that rolls off the grass during the pre-morning hours. The effect was mysterious, like the setting of those late-night horror movies you’d watched. You decided that you liked it. You lean toward your companion to share your insight, “See Jack, this is exactly the sort of reason I love the night so much.” Jack gives you a bit of side-eye and dryly remarks, “That fog is there because its nearly morning.” You are startled by his comment, “Wait, what?” Looking around, you realize he is right, it has grown so late that it was nearly morning. The stars still gleamed in the sky, but you couldn’t deny the hint of brightness that was creeping from the horizon and the music of insects was slowly intermixing with the earliest of bird calls.

You look around, taking in the atmosphere of the hour, “So this is the death of night, huh?” Jack scoffs, “So dramatic.” You smile, secretly pleased at getting such a response from him. “Is it always this…fresh smelling?” you ask him pensively. He takes a deep breath and lets out the most satisfying exhale, “Yeah, it is.” You continue watching him with a smile, “I kind of like it.” Jack’s ears twitch as though thinking something over, “Yeah but sometimes it’s too bright. This is nice too, easy on the eyes.” You give his arm a tap with your elbow, as though to let him know you’d noticed what he did there. Jack was always fast to reconcile with you when you argued, especially if you admitted you understood his side.

You execute a little hop step and remark, “We should get moving, I don’t want to get any of your morning cooties on me.” Then you set off in a mild run, laughing as you go. Jack quickly catches up to you with a smirk, as though to remind you here is a far better runner than you. You don’t mind, in fact, this is nice. You reach out and grab his hand, pulling him along after you. You feel him squeeze your hand but aren’t brave enough to look back and see what expression might be on his face. You didn’t really need to though. You went together like morning and night. They were both great apart but when you combined them, like fog rolling off the grass, it was magic.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader

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luminouslywriting · 3 days

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what do you think would be the reactions of the different men when they’re falling for a single mum? I think going with the time it’s more likely a young widow than a girl with a kid out of wedlock but who knows maybe John Brady just feels the desire to make an honest woman out of a poor girl at church who’s man ran off or Bucky takes to teaching his neighbors kid baseball because he sees their mom is stressed… just whatever guys you think would fit this

Nonny, this gave me actual brainrot so I hope you enjoy this so much 🥰🤍 as always, my requests are open and I don’t mind spam haha! More under the cut, cut for length, light spice sprinkled in:

Bucky Egan: (I had to run with the baseball idea haha)

-Absolutely the type of man who does not care about the past sexual history or life of a partner....and he's kinda looking for someone to date at the moment??

-But there's this kid on his block who's about six and he watches this kid attempt to throw a baseball every day and it just pains his soul because the form is awful and where is this kid's dad??

-So one day, he rolls on over to the yard of said kid and just starts offering pointers—he always wanted to be a baseball coach in his free-time and he just hasn't gotten around to it yet

-This sweet little boy makes him a deal that if Bucky comes over and teaches him how to throw a ball, lemonade will be made and given by you (his mom) and he will help Bucky paint his fence

-Bucky thinks it's a swell idea and it's at this surprising point to you that your son brings in the attractive war hero Bucky Egan straight to the kitchen and demands lemonade

-Well you and Bucky get to talking and you tell him that your husband died in the Pacific pretty early on in the war and your son has never really known a father

-That being said, it's a slow burn. He really enjoys getting to spend time with you and your son and he's afraid that he'll mess things up. But then your kid is inviting Bucky to dinner and you're telling him that it's no problem and you usually make too much food anyway.

-And somewhere along the way, he starts thinking of your house as more of a home to him than his own lonely home that he purchased. So naturally, this man panICS and has to call Gale and ask what he should do because he doesn't want to spook you or ruin the nice thing you've got going on.

-Gale definitely has to reassure him that if you both clearly want him there, then he should just go for it; Bucky deserves to be happy too.

-But he DRAGS his feet in the process....right up until your son accidentally calls him dad after hitting the ball with the baseball bat

-And then there's actual panic between you and Bucky and he's trying to apologize because clearly he's overstepped

-It would be at this point that you have to tell him that it's quite alright and you'd really like to get to know him more...because you like having him around and clearly your son adores him

-CUE THE FIRST KISS (first of many, might I add)

-It's the most darling domestic thing and he absolutely views your son as his son and he's never been so happy in his life

Gale Cleven:

-I think the most logical move here is that he finds you after Marge's passing. It was a short and love-filled marriage for them, but it was gone so quickly.

-He's devastated, naturally. And he doesn't really have anything left in Wyoming, so he sets out for Wisconsin.

-Now the thing about this is that John Egan has married Josephine Pitz—and Josephine Pitz's best friend is you. Your husband was a Marine during the war and died in action, leaving you with two little kids.

-You're doing your best but it's hard being a working single mom during the early 1950s.

-Cut to Josie and John setting this up just so

-Bucky makes the point that your car needs some work and you're a good friend of Josie's

-So this is how Gale Cleven is introduced to you—matchmaking via car-service haha

-Your two boys? Absolutely just wanna watch him work and wanna hear about everything that he's doing to the car

-But you're no fool and you know that Josie and Bucky are trying to set this up for the two of you

-So you just flat-out confront him about it and tell him that they're trying to be sneaky and that you're sorry he got caught up in their schemes

-But the thing is?? He's perfectly happy and used to their schemes. There's also the fact that this is the safest and calmest he's felt since Marge died.

-So he admits that he'd be willing to give this thing a chance if you are

-So it's a slow-burn for the two of you as you're trying to navigate around the fact that you've both already lost a partner and the fact that you have kids

-But he's so good with them and helps with the homework and genuinely just tries his best

-It's not a surprise to anyone when you're married a year later

Robert Rosenthal:

-On his way to the Nuremberg Trials, he meets you—a young lawyer who has recently just found out that you're pregnant (not that you're telling anyone that).

-You two become fast friends and he finds out that your husband was a British RAF Pilot who died. He's entirely sympathetic and sweet about the situation.

-The pair of you team up for the trials and it's amidst the preparations for the Trials that he finds you doubled over with morning sickness. This man assumes that it's the flu. Babe, it is not the flu.

-So a few weeks into you being sick and dealing with the trials, he's getting real concerned and you just have to spill the tea that you're pregnant.

-Not gonna lie, Rosie's heart shatters a little bit for you. It's not as if you want to leave the Trials to deal with pregnancy but you're also a whole ocean away and who do you have to rely on?

-Well he makes a promise that he's gonna help you through it

-And along the way, he's absolutely falling in love with you—with your dedication and kindness, the way that you're soft about the baby and continue to focus on work, and the way in which you're so determined to do everything entirely on your own

-He definitely very quickly makes you an offer that you're a little befuddled by

-The offer is marriage—and the thing is?? It's a damn good offer. You're a recent widow trying to do her job at the Nuremberg Trials, just found out you're pregnant, away from home, and have no support system

-So naturally you accept and this is a marriage born out of convenience and kindness to you....but there is so much affection and care.

-He's had feelings for you for a while and he's perfectly happy taking his time in the relationship and understands that you might not reciprocate the feelings in the same way.

-If nothing else, at least you'll be provided for, your child will have a father, and you'll always have a friend by your side

-It's at this point that your feelings start to develop because he's just such a good person and treats you so well and so clearly loves you

-The two of you are icons during the trials (Mr. and Mrs. Rosenthal), and he comes back from Europe with a wife and daughter on his arm....and no, he didn't tell anyone so it was quite a shock to everyone.

John Brady: (Also decided to run with it haha)

-Listen, this man has a picture perfect plan for what he wants to have happen when he gets home from the war and that's all fine and dandy, but this man was NOT planning on you haha

-You faithfully attend the same church as he does and it's pretty obvious that you're pregnant.....

-But man the gossip is bad. And he's not one to listen to idle gossip and just believe what people say. But evidently your fianceé had run off when he found out you were pregnant and had taken any chance of a reputable life. It's ROUGH, okay??

-And the thing is, John Brady is out here just trying to do his Christian duty by seeing if you need any help over at your house....because he also passes it on the way to Church and YIKES, your yard is going through it

-It's the first time that someone just offers to do something nice for you??? You're so thrilled about it

-So he comes over that summer and does your yard work for you and you make little sandwiches and he gets to have lunch with you

-The thing is, you two get to talking and he finds out that you weren't even planning on having kids for a while anyway and it was YOUR former man who wanted to do the deed and refused to help out in any way. This is entirely a man's folly and has ruined things for you.

-Now he feels bad, he does....

-But he's not trying to make a move or anything. At the moment anyway haha. Instead, he invites you to spend some time with his sisters because you need friends anyway and they all have kids so they can help you know what to expect for pregnancy.

-Well it's all going great and he's pretty happy with the fact that you now have a support system and he's starting to make some waves in work. And then the yard is done and finished.

-And for some reason he's offering to help with the plumbing and the inside work too? It's definitely not because he's worried about you and it's definitely not because he's very very attracted to you in any way shape or form lol.

-I don't think anything actually happens until you're right ready to pop....at which case YOU kiss HIM because you're just real impatient

-And he doesn't get to respond to anything because your water breaks and he's taking you to the hospital

-So while you're in labor, this man is processing the fact that he MAYBE really really likes you and has already planned out the rest of your lives together, but that's BESIDES the point

-He still feels like he's taking advantage here....right up until you have a son and you name him Johnny because Brady was the only person that was kind to you during pregnancy and this man just melts on the spot, professes love to you—and tells you that he wants to take care of you for the rest of your life.

-Chef's kiss tbh

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John "Soap" MacTavish- Relationship ABC's

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Johnny is (mostly) a thigh man- the bigger the better in his books (please let him lay on them). He also really likes a strong partner, even if you can't keep up with the sergeant. He's a strong man after all, he doesn't want to worry about hurting you in the heat of the moment.

B = Background (How did you guys meet?)

Johnny would most likely go for a civilian partner- an escape from the world of war. He probably saw you at a pub or something, but either way he instantly knew he had to introduce himself.

C = Cuddle (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Johnny is a massive cuddler. He always like to be touching you when he can, of course he's gonna take any opportunity to have you close to him. He's down to be little or big spoon- it doesn't matter as long as you're touching.

D = Drunk (What are they like drunk?)

Drunk Johnny is a cuddly, clingy mess when you are in the vicinity. Johnny constantly claims to be able to drink more than he actually can, to the point that the boys groupchat ends up making fun of him for looking like a lost puppy. He just really loves you, what can he say? (you'll find out when he checks his phone in the morning)

E = Emergency (How are they in emergency situations?)

Perfect. I mean, his whole job is an emergency situation. The perfect apocalypse buddy (or late night emergency department buddy).

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Not even he knows. Forever, he thinks? With his job, he's only gonna date someone he really likes so he's kinda always felt some kind of way towards you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle with you?)

He's definitely more gentle than he normally is with people, but he is a strong man.

H = Hugs (How do they feel about hugs?)

He absolutely loves them, no questions asked. He needs them as much as he needs air.

I = Impressions (What was their first impression?)

"If I can't be her boyfriend I'll be her friend instead". Johnny say your personality and knew you were gonna know each other for a vary long time...

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they act when they’re jealous?)

He gets very jealous, but doesn't let it show until you two are somewhere private. He has tells though, he'll have his hands on you and he will give you a look that says it all.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? What are their kisses like?)

Johnny is an amazing kisser. He is messy, and usually has his hands on you but it works. He has plenty of experience, after all

L = Love Confession (What was their love confession like?)

The first time was after he got back from the pub with his friends and you helped him get to bed without any injuries (you both agreed to pretend this didn't happen). When he says it for real, you were hugging by the door before he left for a more dangerous mission.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How would they propose?)

Johnny "Good ol' Catholic boy" MacTavish is down to get married as soon as you even mention it passively. Johnny would never stay with someone that he couldn't see a future with, and his job only fuels his desire for a ring knowing what could happen. He plans out a big proposal, it's just that he does it in record time (his sisters would NEVER let him fumble that one).

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

100%, and it only gets worse when he's gone. He will be sending you flowers (with a cheeky note of course) weekly and he will give you money for when he's not around. He gets a decent paycheck after all, and he sees no better use.

O = Open (When would they start to open up to you? How long does it take?)

He would be open about some things in the beginning, the polar opposite of our boy Simon. Some big things will have to wait until the relationship is fully established, and there are some things he's seen that he would never dare tell you.

P = Pain (How do they handle pain? How do they handle you being in pain?)

Johnny has an insanely high pain tolerance- it comes with the job. This is one of the only times he'll try to hide things from you, but you can break that wall down over time. When you're in pain? Game over. He says it's "different" with you, and if you get bad period cramps he's full puppy eyes. God forbid he ever sees you in labor- that man is 100& fainting.

Q = Questions (How often does he ask questions?)

Constantly, especially when he just got home. He wants to know EVERYTHING and he expects you to catch him up ASAP.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

He just likes to chill. It's not often he gets to take a break from the chaos of his life, and there's no place he'd rather be than with you.

S = Sad (How do they cheer you up?)

He goes full service dog mode. He will get you anything you ask for, just say the word. Food from that one place? He's already ordered it. Want to watch a movie? It's your turn to pick. Cuddles? Move over.

T = Talking (What do you talk about?)

Everything. Sometimes you guys will be talking and the conversation will be completely different than when you started, but just talking is one of his favorite things to do with you.

U = Understanding (How well do you understand each other)

Perfectly. Johnny likes someone who is always on the same page as him- it looks like borderline telepathy. He's also a very good communicator and he thinks that clear communication is incredibly important for good relationships.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His muscles. After all, this man is a SAS sergeant for a reason. Do you know how heavy that gear is?

W = Wild Card (A random fluff head canon?)

Johnny is freakishly smart and he will pull it out of nowhere. He is a human encyclopedia and knows the reasoning behind everything, but he's also extremely emotionally intelligent. Johnny is well rounded and he WILL make sure that you know it.

X = Explicit

This man is the messiest person on this damn planet. This man is a drooler with a spit kink, what did you expect? That man will eat you out like it's an olympic sport too and it only adds to the mess afterwards.

Y = Yearning (How does he react on deployment?)

You can pretty much expect a call from him whoever he has the chance- he really just likes hearing your voice. Constantly brings you up when the guys are talking in the mess hall, even captain knows your name.

Z = Zebra (If you two got a pet, what would you get?)

This man is canonically terrified of dogs, but in all honesty he'd probably have a bearded dragon. He'd probably have so many drawings of it too.

#call of duty #cod #john soap mactavish #soap call of duty #cod soap #alphabet #relationship #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 3 #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish #johnny soap mactavish x reader #elytramwrites

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Your answer about why Louis and Armand stay together brought something that always made me wonder about the show. Louis is jealous in the show so how come he would not be of Armand and Daniel in the 70s? Is it a way to show that Armand is not the love of his life (unlike Lestat)? Did he have his memories changed too? Has the writing just changed from season 1 to 2? What do you think?

This one will be a long one too . So please bear with me 🙏🏻

1. I hope no one attacks me for this but I didn't buy the " love of my life " of Louis at all . And as we can see even after Lestat is supposedly dead Louis can't get over him no matter how much he tries . On the show in Paris it seems like Armand is Louis's way of distraction from Lestat even though it doesn't work all the time . Not that Louis isn't attracted to Armand no , he's gay on the show and he has quite specific taste in men but Armand is also different feeling from Lestat so he's actually looking to any vampires who aren't like Lestat at all because he's trying so hard to forget him so Armand is that person at least that's what Louis thinks . And he thinks he has a common feeling with Armand about getting hurt by Lestat .

2. And in my opinion Louis isn't the love Armand's either he's his way of having new feelings and trying a new kind of love after a century but a century after Lestat . So Armand also want to forget Lestat and he also resents him and he could be after Louis to get revenge from Lestat . For all we know Lestat could have possibly arrived in Paris even before Louis and Claudia . So Armand knows about them . Even if they arrived in Paris earlier than Lestat did Armand still knew about them and I'm sure he suspected them being Lestat's fledglings . It's still love for Louis and Armand they were together a long time but what if they BOTH tried so hard to forget their relationship with Lestat that they quite became performative love to each other ? Both of them showing a part of themselves that they hated in Lestat?

3. I don't know much about Armand and Daniel possible history on the show yet But according to the the devil's minion chapter in the 3rd book Daniel is the love of Armand's life , someone who accepted his as he was adored him for his beauty and evil , although they had a rough start but they remained a couple for years . A relationship Armand cherished more than anyone else and possibly more than even Lestat because at the point of the book Lestat was in danger in the concert but Armand found Daniel and stayed with him and protected him and then turned him . Unfortunately in the books it doesn't last too long though they separated until the prince Lestat book where they became a couple again but Marius was there too .

4. I don't think Louie would be jealous over Armand's relationships because it seems like in the 70s they're in an open relationship even before that Armand and Louis brought out other men to their relationship and Louis had possibly sex with those men and Armand probably did too and then Armand killed them or probably erased their memories of being with them and left them on their own . EXCEPT FOR YOUNG DANIEL . He probably did something to his memories but it seems like both Armand and Louis kept a close watch on Daniel too . But I think Armand is mostly pretending that Daniel was like another men they had fun with and played with him like a pet and left him to be with Louie . Armand might be jealous and possessive of Daniel though , remember when Louis offered to turn Daniel in Ep 4 in season 1 ?

5 . So I don't think Louis cares about monogamous relationships anymore maybe because the show is going to go into poly direction . OR maybe Louis only have that feeling for Lestat . That fire , that burn , that jealousy . Maybe he's not jealous over Armand's and Lestat and Nickolas relationship because he doesn't know how deep they actually were . He thinks they were both a passing thing for Lestat and maybe he's deeply hurt by that what if he was that too ? 😢

6. I'm not sure who do you mean by having his memories changed too . But if you're talking about Louis and Daniel yes their memories are probably changed or I better say tampered with .

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healing hearts, lee heeseung

pairing: prince!heeseung x healer!reader

synopsis: heeseung is a prince, Y/n is a mere healer. clearly an illicit affair.

warning: fluff, angst, wounds, blood

word count: 2.6k

author's note: the first half was inspired by my favourite s&b fanfic :)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀IN THE KINGDOM OF DAEHAN, Prince Lee Heeseung was known for his charm, bravery, and penchant for getting into trouble. His escapades, often driven by a reckless desire to protect his people, led him frequently to the door of the royal healer, Y/n. Gifted with the extraordinary ability to heal, Y/n had become Heeseung's favoured companion—not just because of her powers, but for reasons the prince made no secret of.

One evening, the air in the healer's chamber was thick with the scent of herbs and the soft glow of candlelight. Y/n was organizing her collection of potions when the door swung open with a groan. There stood Prince Heeseung, his hand pressed against a bloodstained tunic covering his abdomen.

"I hope you didn't miss me," he said, a roguish smile playing on his lips despite the pain evident in his eyes.

"You're a lovely company, Heeseung. How could anybody not miss you?" Y/n replied, crossing her arms and nodding towards the bed. "Now lie down before you bleed all over my floor."

His gait was strained as he made his way to the bed, groaning in relief as he sank into the soft mattress. "You tell me, darling. I'm not the one who didn't bother coming to see my arrival. Instead, I find out you've chosen poor, sweet Jaeyun over me. Does treason run in the family?"

A smile laced with spite etched across Y/n's face. "The same way vanity runs in yours."

"Snarky little thing, aren't you?" Heeseung narrowed his eyes at her. Leaning back on his hands, he adjusted his posture, his eyes never leaving her as she gathered bandages and disinfectants.

Y/n felt a flush of heat under his intense scrutiny, but she turned any hint of discomfort into an inscrutable expression. "People say it's my best quality," she remarked, kicking a stool between his legs and settling on it. She took her time, knowing Heeseung didn't appreciate messy work, and meticulously began tending to his wounds. "You are a waste of a pretty face with all these gashes."

"You think so?"

"Of course. You get into trouble, you bleed, and you whine about it while I try my best to keep you the vainest, most reckless peacock of all of Daehan," Y/n said, her voice lowering as she focused on healing a stubborn cut on his jaw.

Heeseung hummed in agreement, and Y/n looked up at him, alarmed. Heeseung was a man of reason, and he certainly loved to reason with her whenever she pointed out his rashness. But this time, instead of a retort, he leaned forward with a lazy smile, closing the small gap between them.

The proximity made it difficult for Y/n to concentrate, even more so when Heeseung placed a hand on the side of her stool, caging her in. The soft light of the room highlighted his princely features, and despite herself, Y/n couldn't help but find the combination of his cuts and his defined jawline attractive.

Good gods, she thought. What is he doing to me?

As if sensing her thoughts, Heeseung's smile widened. "You know, Y/n, you have a way of making even the worst wounds seem like nothing."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Y/n replied, though her voice lacked its usual firmness. She continued her work, her fingers moving deftly as she healed his wounds, but her mind was a whirlwind of emotions.

Heeseung watched her intently, his eyes never leaving her face. "Why do you shy away from me, Y/n? It's clear to everyone that there's something between us."

"There is nothing between us," Y/n said, more to convince herself than him. "I am your healer, nothing more, nothing less."

"You are much more than that to me," Heeseung whispered, his voice soft but filled with conviction.

Y/n felt her heart skip a beat, but she forced herself to focus on the task at hand. "You need to rest, Heeseung. You've lost a lot of blood."

"I'll rest when you admit that you care for me," Heeseung said, his tone teasing but his eyes serious.

Y/n sighed, knowing this was a battle she couldn't win. "Fine. I care for you. Happy now?"

"Very," Heeseung replied, a genuine smile lighting up his face. "But I want more than just your care, Y/n. I want your heart, I want your love."

Y/n looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would be like to be with him, to let down her walls and embrace the feelings she had been denying for so long. But reality came crashing back, and she shook her head.

"I'm just a healer, Heeseung. You're a prince. Our worlds are too different."

"Then I'll make our worlds the same," Heeseung said, his voice filled with determination. "I don't care about titles or status. I care about you."

Before Y/n could respond, Heeseung pulled her into a tight embrace. She felt the warmth of his body, his heart beating rapidly against her own. The embrace was strong and tender, conveying emotions that words could not.

Y/n's breath hitched as she pulled back slightly, just enough to look up into his eyes. "Heeseung, your parents won't agree to this. The king and queen have plans for you, for the kingdom. They won't accept a mere healer as your partner."

"Then let them disapprove," Heeseung said, his voice unwavering. "I will not let them dictate who I love. They will have to see reason or face the consequences of their stubbornness. I will not give you up, Y/n."

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, her resolve weakening. "I don't want to cause a rift in your family. I don't want to be the reason you lose your place in the kingdom."

"You are my place," Heeseung replied, his voice filled with passion. "My heart belongs to you, and nothing will change that. We will find a way, Y/n. Together, we will make them see that our love is worth fighting for."

Determined to prove his words, Heeseung embarked on a mission to change his parents' minds. He knew it would not be easy, but he was resolute. Heeseung began by approaching his parents individually, carefully planting seeds of change in their minds.

First, he sought out his mother, Queen Minseo, who was in the royal garden tending to her flowers. She was known for her kind heart, and Heeseung hoped to appeal to her sense of empathy.

"Mother," Heeseung began, kneeling beside her. "Can we talk?"

Queen Minseo looked up, her eyes softening at the sight of her son. "Of course, Heeseung. What troubles you?"

"It's about Y/n," he said, his voice steady. "I love her, Mother. And I need your support."

Queen Minseo sighed, setting aside her pruning shears. "Heeseung, she is a healer, a commoner. The people and the court will not approve."

"But they will see what I see," Heeseung insisted. "Y/n is kind, intelligent, and brave. She has saved my life countless times. She is more than worthy to stand by my side."

Queen Minseo placed a hand on her son's cheek. "You speak with such conviction, my son. But your father..."

"I will speak with him too," Heeseung said, determination in his eyes. "But I need you to understand, to see that this is not just a whim. Y/n is my future."

Queen Minseo nodded slowly. "I see that you are serious. I will speak with your father. But you must also be prepared for resistance."

Heeseung smiled, relieved. "Thank you, Mother. That is all I ask."

Next, Heeseung approached his father, King Jisoo, who was in the throne room discussing matters of state. Heeseung waited until the council had dispersed before stepping forward.

"Father," Heeseung said, bowing respectfully. "I need to speak with you."

King Jisoo regarded his son with a stern expression. "What is it, Heeseung?"

"It's about Y/n," Heeseung said, standing tall. "I love her, Father. And I intend to make her my wife."

The king's eyes narrowed. "She is a healer, Heeseung. You are a prince. This is not the time for romantic fantasies."

"This is not a fantasy," Heeseung argued. "Y/n is a remarkable woman. She has risked her life for this kingdom and for me. She is more than worthy of being my queen."

King Jisoo's expression softened slightly, but his voice remained firm. "The kingdom expects you to marry a woman of noble birth. Someone who can bring alliances and strengthen our position."

"Y/n has the strength and the heart of a queen," Heeseung countered. "She will be an asset to this kingdom in ways no noblewoman could ever be. She understands the people, their needs, and their struggles. She will make me a better ruler."

King Jisoo studied his son for a long moment. "You are determined in this."

"I am," Heeseung said, his voice unwavering. "I love her, Father. And I believe she is the best choice for our future."

The king sighed, rubbing his temples. "Very well, Heeseung. I will consider your words. But know that this will not be an easy path."

Heeseung nodded, grateful for even the smallest concession. "Thank you, Father."

The days that followed were filled with tense discussions and heartfelt appeals. Heeseung spent hours with his parents, presenting his case and addressing their concerns. He brought Y/n to the palace, where she demonstrated her healing abilities and her understanding of the people's needs. Despite their efforts, the king and queen remained unmoved.

One evening, as the royal family gathered for dinner, King Jisoo cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention.

"Heeseung," the king began, "your mother and I have discussed this matter at length. We have seen the depth of your feelings and the strength of Y/n's character."

Heeseung held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

"We cannot give our blessing," King Jisoo announced. "Y/n will not be welcomed into our family. You must find someone else, someone more suitable."

Heeseung's heart shattered at his father's words. "But Father, I love her. She is my future."

"Enough," the king said, his voice final. "This discussion is over."

Heeseung stood, his jaw clenched in anger and frustration. "Then I have no choice," he said, his voice shaking. "I will leave the palace. I will not marry anyone else."

With that, Heeseung stormed out of the dining hall, leaving his family in stunned silence. He rode into the night, disappearing into the wilderness. Days turned into weeks, and there was no word from the prince. The kingdom was in turmoil, and Y/n was beside herself with worry.

She grew weaker with each passing day, her heart aching for Heeseung. She tried to continue her healing work, but the stress took its toll. She fell ill, her energy drained by the constant worry and overwork.

It was late one night when Heeseung returned to the palace. He was barely recognizable, his body covered in serious wounds, his clothes torn and bloodstained. He was unconscious, carried in by his loyal guards who had finally found him in the forest.

"Take him to Y/n," Heeseung mumbled, his voice barely audible. "Only she can heal me."

The guards rushed him to Y/n's chamber, where she lay weak and feverish. Despite her own condition, Y/n forced herself to sit up, her healer's instincts kicking in.

"Heeseung," she whispered, tears streaming down her face as she saw the state he was in.

"Y/n," Heeseung said weakly, reaching out to her. "I knew you would save me."

With trembling hands, Y/n began to heal him. Her energy was rapidly draining, but she was determined to save him. She worked tirelessly, her powers flowing into him, mending his broken body.

As the hours passed, Heeseung's wounds began to close, and his breathing steadied. But Y/n's strength waned, her vision blurring as she poured every ounce of her energy into healing him.

Finally, Heeseung was out of danger, his eyes opening to see Y/n collapsing beside him, barely conscious.

"Y/n," Heeseung said, his voice filled with anguish. "Please, stay with me."

Y/n managed a weak smile, her hand reaching up to touch his face. "You're safe," she whispered. "That's all that matters."

Heeseung pulled her into his arms, holding her close as tears fell from his eyes. "I won't lose you, Y/n. I won't let you go."

As Y/n's consciousness faded, she felt the warmth of Heeseung's embrace, his love giving her the strength to hold on.

After witnessing the depth of devotion between Heeseung and Y/n, and seeing how their love had endured despite the odds, King Jisoo and Queen Minseo realized the error of their ways. They saw the purity of their son's love and the sacrifices Y/n had made for him. With heavy hearts, they acknowledged that their son's happiness lay with the healer.

One evening, as Heeseung sat by Y/n's bedside, watching over her as she slept, there was a soft knock on the door. He turned to see his parents standing there, their expressions somber yet hopeful.

"Heeseung," King Jisoo began, his voice filled with remorse. "We have come to speak with you."

Heeseung rose to his feet, his heart pounding with anticipation. "What is it, Father? Mother?"

Queen Minseo stepped forward, her eyes brimming with tears. "We have seen the depth of your love for Y/n, and we realize now that we were wrong to oppose it."

"We were blinded by tradition and expectations," King Jisoo added, his voice grave. "But seeing the strength of your bond, we can no longer deny what is true."

Heeseung felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he looked at his parents, his heart overflowing with emotion. "Does this mean...?"

"It means that we give our blessing," Queen Minseo said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Y/n will be welcomed into our family, and you may marry her with our full support."

Heeseung could hardly believe what he was hearing. Joy and relief washed over him in waves as he embraced his parents, gratitude flooding his soul.

"Thank you, Mother. Thank you, Father," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "You have no idea what this means to me."

As his parents left the room, Heeseung turned back to Y/n, his heart overflowing with love. He approached her bedside, his eyes never leaving her face.

"Y/n," he whispered, gently brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "Can you hear me?"

Y/n stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she looked up at him. "Heeseung," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung leaned in closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "I have something to tell you," he said, his voice filled with tenderness. "My parents have given their blessing. They approve of our love."

A smile spread across Y/n's face, her eyes shining with happiness. "Truly?"

Heeseung nodded, his heart soaring. "Truly."

Y/n reached out to him, her hand trembling slightly as she cupped his cheek. "I'm so happy, Heeseung. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/n," Heeseung whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "More than anything."

Their eyes met, and in that moment, all the pain and uncertainty faded away, leaving only the profound love that bound them together. Without another word, Heeseung leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a tender, gentle kiss.

It was a kiss filled with promise and hope, a symbol of their newfound happiness and the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. And as they kissed, surrounded by the soft glow of candlelight, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as they were together, they could overcome anything.

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