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ginevrapng · 8 months

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the first time james saw you he lost interest in any other girl, you just looked so soft, so adorable. he wanted to keep you all to himself, away from prying eyes. before you he would tell people he doesn't have a type because before you he didn't, now though, well it's a different story, he just wants to wrap his arms around your plush waist and never let you go. he would gladly die between your thick thighs, buried between them.

one day you came into class and he figures that you must have run out of clothes to wear so you had to wear some of your old ones and that may have been one of the happiest days in his life. your shirt too tight and your skirt too short. he could see how the fabric and buttons of the shirt was struggling to stay covering your chest and your skirt short enough that james could see light stretch marks covering your skin, but also long enough to not cause a scene. no one else took notice of your attire that day, but james did. he couldn't help it, and he swears he tried to look away but he just couldn't, you're just so beautiful. he felt like a creep but he couldn't pay attention to anything else, he wanted to delicately trace your stretch marks with his fingertips. he wanted to do things that he'd never say out loud.

james wants to pull you down into his lap while he see's you making your way to your own table in the great hall. he wants to feel your body pressed against his and smell your sweet perfume. he knows you'd complain about being too heavy, he's overheard you mention it before, about how you think you're too heavy to get picked up or be on top of someone. james wants to impress you, to show you that he can, because of course he can pick you up and of course you're not too heavy for him, you're perfect the way you are and he's strong enough to lift anything and everything. he'd carry you with one hand all the way up a mountain if it would impress you and get you to notice him.

he wants to pinch your chubby cheeks and wants to kiss your forehead. he wants you.

his friends obviously notice this new attraction james has towards this girl but chosen not to mention, that is until he started to constantly bring you up and gushes to them about how perfect and cute you are. this getting very mixed reviews from his friends, lily having pity for you, aware of how he gets when he likes someone, sirius constantly teasing him about you, mary saying how nice you sounded, remus seemed mostly indifferent to the whole thing, marlene telling him to make a move. if james was honest he didn't take much notice of the teasing or the annoyance that they had because he kept bringing you up, he just needed to tell everyone about how amazing you are.

james knows how to pine after a girl and god does he do exactly that and he makes that very known to you. at first you were wary and skeptical of this sudden attention the famous gryffindor quidditch captain bestowed on you, he was one of the most popular students in hogwarts but after a while james broke down your walls with his charming smile and his acts of kindness, walking you to classes and pulling pranks on anyone who says nasty comments about you weight.

soon enough you end up in wrapped in red and gold on your way to support him in a match, his scarf keeping you warm from the harsh weather. after his win you end up running into his arms, congratulating him as he spins you around, you complain that he's sweaty, causing him to chuckle.

cupping your cheek, he lowers his voice and whispers to you, "you're my good luck charm, 'course i won." your face heats up and you shyly smile up at him. "what would i do without my good luck charm. you wanna be m' good luck charm always doll? wanna be mine?" he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, leaning in even closer, " 'cause i'm already yours. no one else for me doll." soon enough you accept to be his girlfriend, on the condition that he takes a shower straight away.

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fangirlies · 1 year

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Mission accomplished- (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x fem!reader

Summary: You only had one mission. That was to get Enid and Ajax to ask each other to the Rave'n. But you couldn't achieve it without a particular tortured artist's help.

Warnings: fluff. some cursing. (Please let me know if i should be aware of anything else)

Word count: 2k

Is there such thing as too much fluff? with me, never. Feedback is always welcomed! (It’ll make me feel better about spending the whole day on this writing) enjoy friends!

Tortured artist hm’ you thought to yourself. Why was he known as a tormented and mysterious guy? What was his story? The entire quad blurred, and the only thing you appeared to focus on was the tall brunette boy concentrating on his mural. It was beautiful you must admit. He appeared to be completely immersed in his painting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him completely fixated on his work. And it definitely wasn’t the first time you noticed him.

“Um hello… earth to y/n!” You heard snapping as you focused on Enid rather than the boy who had suddenly become a fixture in your mind.

"Yes yes, I heard you. I think you should definitely ask Ajax to the Rave'N" you weren't entirely paying attention to your best friend's 10 minute rant about reversing roles and taking pride in asking a guy to the dance for a change, but you picked up a few things here and there before your mind wandered elsewhere. Something to do with feminism? You weren't sure, but it seemed like a good idea.

You knew both Enid and Ajax had feelings for each other. In fact, everyone knew but they seemed to be the only ones who couldn’t see it. Isn't that cliche? The boy likes the girl. The girl likes the boy. They were naïve to the fact that their nerves were standing in the way of everything.

As Enid's best friend since the day you started at Nevermore, you were well aware of her crush on Ajax. It was adorable. She stared at him as if he were the only one who could complement her loud personality. She couldn't get enough of him, so you made it your goal to ensure Enid gets a happy ending. You knew she deserved it the most.

You weren’t thrilled about this Rave’N dance the school was hosting. As an outcast in your old normie school, you never got to experience these kind of things. You weren't planning to start now, no matter how much Enid pleaded.

"Are you sure it won't make me look desperate? I don’t want to ruin things with him.” Her brow wrinkled in intensity. You knew how much this meant to her.

"I don't think so, E; I think he'll be glad!" You reassured her while comforting her shoulder. "You have two and a half days to gather the courage to ask him," you said, smiling as you collected your books from the table and tossed them into your book bag.

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The school bell rung, indicating the end of the day's final class. It also marked the start of your master plan. Mission: "Get E and A in the same room... alone."

“Psst hey, Xavier!” You really had no idea why you were whispering in the hallway. There was no one around you anymore as you tried to catch up to the tall and lanky boy. Xavier glanced around, a puzzled expression on his face. Sure, your two best friends were madly in love, but that didn't necessarily mean you and Xavier had to be friends. Acquaintances? Sure. Give each other a quick smile and a nod as you pass in the hallways? Fine. Meet in an empty corridor after class? Never.

"Hey," you finally got to him. Breathing heavily. Your gaze wandered over the attractive boy in front of you as you attempted to recover your breath. Man, he sure was perfect - even from up close. His sage-colored eyes drew you in. His long brown hair had been pulled back into a low bun. Free of imperfections, you thought.

"Did you have a question for me?" The 6-foot giant catches your attention by waving his hands. You shook your head, hoping to clear your mind of your thoughts of him. You were on a mission and were losing sight of it.

"I'm sorry." You took a second look around to make sure the coast was clear. "Enid has been dying for Ajax to invite her to the Rave'n. We all know Ajax is too pussy to ask her. So, I'm thinking we could finally force them to ask each other. tonight. The night shade library. Tell Ajax to meet you there and I’ll do the same with E. This needs to work or I'll spend the next few days listening to her overthink. So, what do say?” Repeating the plan out loud did sound crazy but you didn’t care. You wanted to see your best friend happy.

For a few moments, the boy was deafeningly silent. Perhaps you did sound a little insane.

"I'll do anything to stop hearing Ajax talk about his massive crush on her. I can’t take it anymore. I'm glad to hear that you're in the same boat as me. How does 7:30 sound to you?" Your expression brightened as your scheme began to take shape. Half of your grin was caused by the fact that this was your longest conversation with Xavier.

You two exchanged phone numbers to ensure the success of your plan. You both decided on the excuse you'd give and the time. Everything seemed to be going according to plan.

It was now 7:15 p.m.

From x.t- 7:15 A and X headed to nsl

With these code phrases, you couldn't help but chuckle. He was taking his role seriously. Gosh, he was so stupid.

To x.t- 7:16 Copy that, x. E is wrapping up and we’ll be headed your way

You continued his silly game and stuck your phone in your back pocket.

“Hey E, just wanted to say thanks for coming with me to the library. I really need that book for an essay, and I was scared to go alone," you continued your lie, resting against the bathroom door frame.

“Of course! What are best friends for if not to scare monsters away with their colorful claws?" Enid remarked, extending her sharp claws of various colors. She'll forgive your lie once she realizes what the night has in store for her.

After slipping out of your dorm room and into the hallway, the two of you discussed the latest school gossip.

To x.t- 7:28 E and I are about to enter. remember our plan.

You hit send as the Edgar Allen Poe statue came to vision. Enid snapped her fingers twice, causing the statue to recoil and reveal a stairwell leading to the library. To Enid's surprise, she found herself face to face—no, face to chest—with Xavier.

“What the heck are you doing here?” She inquired.

"What exactly are YOU doing here?" You were amused by Xavier's stab at reverse psychology. He didn't even wait for the blonde girl to respond before walking away and vanishing into the quad.

"God, he's always so weird," she sneered as she walked down the stairs. You weren't following her down again, much to her dismay. Instead, the statue had been closed. Keeping the poor girl from fleeting.

"She'll thank me later," you reasoned as you dusted your hands. The rest of the night was up to them; your work here was already done. You started walking back to the quad and immediately jumped up in fear as you turned the corner.

“Did it work?” The towering boy emerged. He stuck around to see if your plan was a hit or miss.

You smacked his chest for inadvertently scaring you. "Yes, scaring me worked." You shrieked as you placed your palm over your heart, hoping to slow its pulse.

The giant laughed at your theatrics, revealing his perfectly white teeth. You realized that was the first time you'd ever seen him laugh. He was sexy when he wore the mysterious "bad boy" look, but this was a new look for him that you admired even more. His laughter had to be contagious. You started to laugh at this point, causing your cheeks to grow a crimson pink.

“Yes, E and A are both in position” you joked with a stern voice. Xavier nodded and walked up to a picnic table in the quad. You didn't fall far behind. He sat on the table, staring up at the sky. The quad possessed a glass ceiling, making it ideal for stargazing. You sat in the typical student seating rather than where your meal should have been put.

“You see that bright tiny circle up there?” Xavier gestured to the dark sky. You squinted your eyes and followed the path of his finger.

“Is that a star?” You questioned. "It's Venus," he explained. “Because Venus's orbit lies closer to the Sun than the Earth's, it tends to get lost in the Sun's glare. It's only visible for a few months of the year- when it's the furthest away from the Sun."

You stared at Venus in awe. It made you smile since it gleamed brighter than the other stars in the night sky. You returned your attention to Xavier, who was still gazing passionately at the planet. The fact that he was so familiar with the topic warmed your heart.

"Did you know it gets its name from the Roman goddess? It's the planet of love, beauty, and art," he says, his attention now fixed on you. When his gaze fell on you, you swore your heart skipped a beat. For a split second you wondered if you were dreaming. Or if this was a scene from The Notebook.

“How do you know all this?” You inquired. Moving alongside him on top of the picnic table.

Xavier shrugged his shoulders and turned to face Venus. "I know little about everything. I can't really tell you how I know things." The mysterious boy spoke up. Tonight was unexpected. Surprising was a better word to describe it. You never imagined it would turn out this way. You and Xavier talking, let alone star gazing. It was all strange and yet soothing at the same time. You felt safe next to him.

“Anyway, are you going to the Rave’n?” He leaned back on the table and ran his fingers through his hair, clearing it from his face.

“Me? nah, that's only for the pretty girls who have guys lining up and begging them to be their date. My mission was just to convince Enid to go." You stated the truth. You had no intention of going. Regardless of how much Enid tried to persuade you. You knew it was only a competition for guys to show up with the hottest date and for girls to show up with their finest dress. Not your scene.

“As a pretty girl yourself - I’m a little surprised you don’t have guys begging you to be their date,” he said standing up. You lowered your head to keep him from seeing the flush on your cheeks and the faint smile that threatened to leave your mouth. Did he call you pretty?

He stood in front of your seated body. Hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie. You could see the cheeky smile he was now giving you as you raised your head.

“What?” Your brow wrinkled as you questioned. Small smile still trying to poke through.

"Well," he said, looking behind him. "I guess I'm first in line."

You drew your brows even closer together and tilted your head. You didn’t understand.

"Would you be willing to go with me to the dance?"

Yup. Definitely like a scene from The Notebook. You eventually cracked a smile, and you didn't care if he could see the blazing red hue on your face. Although you weren't interested in these events, how could you refuse Xavier Thorpe? THE tortured artist.

"I'd - I'd enjoy that, X," you murmured, giggling slightly. The smile that made your heart sink reappeared on his face.

“You guys are assholes!” A familiar voice came from the opposite direction. You focused your attention on the gorgon and the blonde girl approaching you. “I was absolutely shitting myself when you left me alone in there” Enid playfully tickled your sides when you found your way off the table you were previously sitting at.

Ajax had his arm around Enid's shoulder. You and Xavier exchanged a quick glance as you realized what must have happened. Knowing that your mission was successful.

"Soooo. . ?" Xavier pressed, seeking the answer we already knew.

Ajax chuckled and lowered his head. “Yes man, I asked her to be my girlfriend”

A loud squeal escaped your mouth as you hugged Enid. The two of you were jumping up and down like girls in middle school when their crush passed by them in the halls.

"Wait," Enid said quickly, turning to face her partner, "does this mean we're going to the Rave'n together?" You three were laughing at her. Of course, it meant they were going together, but to be fair, she was excited and couldn't think straight. Her boyfriend nodded while rolling his eyes and returned his arm on her shoulders.

"Well, I guess we'll see you there," Xavier said, his gaze melting you.

"Wait, wait, wait, you two?" Enid extended two fingers in the direction of you and Xavier. Her expression was priceless.

"Are you going to the Rave'n? Together?” Ajax added. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he'd stoned himself based on the shocked look on his face.

Both you and Xavier nodded your heads, a silly grin on your faces. It was now Enid's turn to shriek and draw you in for a hug.

“Oh. My. Goodness. My bestest friend and my boyfriend's best friend? We're going on a double date? I can't believe this! I've got to tell Wednesday, she called it from the minute y/n transferred here."

Enid couldn't stop raving about this "double date" for the following two days. You and Xavier joked at the fact that your mission was accomplished, but it came with a new never-ending topic to annoy you with.

Authors note: Quick! guess my favorite planet and why! I started this december 11 and got tired of packing last night so i finished it so i can feed you girlies before i leave on my trip.

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could��ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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calliesadeckis · 2 months

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Hi! Love your work, could you write a dick Grayson fanfic abt him and a quiet female reader warming up to each other (set between season 1 and 2)?

yes, of course!!!! god, i've wanted to write for titans on here so bad i just didn't have the inspo so thank you<333

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talk to him

titans dick grayson x fem!reader

sunmary: you weren't exactly much of a people person. especially since you were 1 of 2 adults living in a huge tower in san francisco, watching over 3 kids you don't really talk to outside of training. and the only other adult being closed off so who knows what'll happen when he decides to talk to you out of no where

cw: not much, there's just some fluff with a teaspoon of angst because of communication issues (they both suck at small talk and beyond)

a/n: idc what anyone says about this show, it's given me so much comfort and a lot of fun and likable characters. so i'm so glad i can write for them as long as you guys send requests for them. as well as other characters from other shows like yellowjackets and etc. also i love dick grayson, even though he can be a bit annoying in this show (that i can admit) but he's hot so ajsjfndmfmf. also, i'm sorry it took sooooo long, writers block got to me badly these past few months, so i apologize if it's cringey and awkward. but i do give the benefit the doubt here because this story is suppose to be like that (also the fact i'm projecting my "bad at small talk" trait here). two grown adults that can't seem to have a normal conversation, like at all

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after the trigon incident you were dragged in by circumstance, you were the only other adult to volunteer to help dick with... whatever he was doing. you didn't have any life to go back to anyways, and you made a connection to everyone else so why part ways and it be unlikely to see them again. sure, you weren't particularly close with the kids, but, what are you supposed to do in order to bond with them? so that left dick in titans tower, but he wasn't as much of a talker as you outside of training.

everyday for the past few weeks have been, eat, train, sleep, repeat on a loop, no 'how was your day' questions, because the days are always the same so there wasn't any point of asking. and you could tell the kids were getting bored of it, very fast, and you could not blame them. being stuck in a repeating pattern with nothing else happening started getting old after the first couple weeks. so, you didn't really know how long it would take til something changed, it couldn't be like this forever.

during this time, you admired the grayson from afar, he was attractive, what else could you say? you weren't an idiot. and you also were aware of his previous entanglements with kory and you didn't wanna be involved in that. and, well... you felt like a teenage girl having a crush on a guy who was going through some shit, so it was better not to bother him.

and not being much of a talker doesn't make the conversation about feelings be any better. like, maybe this was attraction and nothing more? you were aware of the difference between liking someone physically and liking them emotionally (specifically in a romantic sense). but even as you admired him, you learn things about him, paying attention to the little things. deep down, he cared for other people, if he didn't, he wouldn't have taken rachel in and helped her, and he wouldn't have done the same for gar or jason either. people just have their own way of showing their love and care.

but your admiring wasn't exactly subtle. rachel had noticed it when you were looking at dick from across the room, talking with jason. the roth wasn't sugarcoating anything when it came to this, "you keep staring, you're probably gonna be capable of shooting lazers from your eyes." and you knew she was joking around but she caught you by surprise, making you face the young girl. "why is it any of your business?"

"because it's kind of sad seeing you pine for him like this." she points out, "and also, gar and jason made a bet whether or not you'd confess. we have eyes, you know?" and she lightly bumped your shoulder with hers with a smile on her face, "and i'm sure dick feels the same way, though he's not very good of showing it."

"that is ridiculous." you shake your head, "one, i don't like him. not like that. i just think he's cool."

"are you sure about that?" the roth rose her eyebrow, "talk to him." but you were not moving from where you were so rachel decided to take matters into her own hands, she then gave you a push (a literal one) towards him, and now you couldn't run away. all you could say was, "hey..."

"hey." he responded. jason just stood there awkwardly in between the two of you, "okay, well uh—" he pretends to look at a watch that's not even on his wrist, "look at the time, i must be going." and he had immediately ran out of there before dick tried to stop him. there was an silent pause and you were trying to figure out what to say, but before you could, he asks, "do you want some coffee?" all you did was nod. after that, there was even more silence, you two haven't had a conversation that wasn't training related in like, a while. it just felt like you were both strangers who didn't know each other nor were you fond of one another.

"you're just as bad at small talk as i am, huh?" you finally had spoken up. and dick just shook his head, "i don't know what you're talking about, i know how to make small talk."

"oh really?" you rose up your eyebrow, "okay mr. 'i know how to make small talk', what do you wanna talk about? and please, don't let it be training related. because if i have to hear you talk about that one more time, my head is gonna explode." you tried to look irritated, but he could notice a small smile on your face. then he immediately went into the 'deep, emotional' stuff, "you never told me why you came here. you just did, and i'm surprised you stuck around as long as you have."

you answered it anyway, because why not, "well, it's not like i have anywhere else to go." you set down your drink, making direct eye contact at him, "besides, the second i got here, and realized how big this place is and i have my own room... what, did you expect me to pass it up?" and you ended up making him laugh, which was surprising, "what is so funny, i'm just being honest." you were unsure why he was laughing, so you just took a sip of your coffee. he explained, "your honesty is refreshing, that's all."

"really?" and he nodded as a reply. you just sighed, taking your coffee and leaving. it's not like you had anything else to talk about and just sitting there would make it more awkward, so you just left. does it make it any less weird? absolutely not.

you guys didn't talk much after in the next few days, up until you decided to play hero on solo when you see a woman getting mugged by this guy in a mask. it was like one of the many movie cliches that you see brought into reality.

too bad it didn't turn out like expected, where you got shot in the leg. thankfully, the kids were able to track you down and bring you to the infirmary, gar was trying his best to patch you up and rachel was there for emotional support. as for jason... there wasn't much else he can do than just stand watch, up until dick had walked in with a worried expression, and the three teens immediately rushed out of there as soon as he walked in the room. you could've left if you wanted too but, obviously you couldn't.

"jesus fuck, you could've gotten yourself killed, what were you thinking?" all of his emotions were being let out in that moment, it was the most emotion you've seen him express towards you in like... ever. yet you couldn't help but be a bit sarcastic, "yeah, keep yelling... it's not like i'm literally a few feet away from you or whatever."

dick sat on the edge of the bed and started to explain, "sorry, it's just... when i heard what happened, i didn't know how to feel, or express it correctly." he gently set his hand on your injured leg, softly, "just if anything happened to you, i—"

"i'm tougher than you think, grayson." you reassured him, and you noticed a tiny smile creeping up on his face.

"i know it's just... i don't wanna lose anyone else."

you lean up a bit to set your hand on his shoulder, "i'm not going anywhere, dick." you then stopped for a second as you come to realize, "and we just had a conversation that didn't involve small talk. maybe i should get myself hurt more often." you were obviously joking at that last part, but dick's reaction to it was priceless, "i'm kidding. you are just... not what i expected."

"the feeling is mutual."

a part of you wanted to kiss him, that it felt right, but another part was saying how the timing of it all wasn't. and maybe these feelings you're having are actually real. because now, there was something in your heart that was growing that wasn't just admiration, and it felt weird, but a good weird.

maybe when the timing is right, they'll get to it, but until then, your growing friendship in the moment is enough for now.

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seneon · 22 days

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all mine ──── reo mikage x gn! reader.

about. two souls who are oblivious to each other's feelings. | ib all mine, plaza. fluffy but not rly fluff..? wc of 690+

notes. whenever i listen to that song, it reminds me of reo idk why. AND Y'ALL THOUGHT I FORGOT ABOUT BLUE LOCK HUH SHAME ON U

popular mikage reo is loved amongst students, perhaps even hated. who knows. but there were only two sides, love and hate. all the girls in school wanted mikage reo and all the boys wanted to be like mikage reo. to put simply, he is the dream of everyone.

he gets everything he wants. money, success, fame, women, nagi seishirou. whatever that he desires, he gets.

so what happens when he doesn't get what he wants?

more like, what would happen if a student that wants him, ends up not wanting him anymore…?

reo mikage is oblivious to the times where you tried so hard to talk to him or be in his presence. to even get his attention through a crowd of dedicated fangirls and haterboys is just so hard. so not even one week of attempting to express your feelings, you have completely cut them off like cutting a mere thread.

sometime after you left, reo mikage started to notice you. how ironic is that? the popular mikage reo finally notices you, quite a popular student too. you were popular for your performing arts talent, often seen performing for school events or even outside of school.

the mikage attempted a chase and attract challenge for quite some time. but there was not even once where you would look his way and smile or blush or anything. now he felt like his desires weren't going to be fulfilled. he should've paid you more mind when you used to like him.

“yo mikage! you ever get the news on why l/n doesn't fawn over you like everyone else?”

he does. in fact, he wonders about it all the damn time. it was shocking that there are actually people who don't pay any mind to the mikage.

“they said l/n used to like you but gave up because you're wayyy too popular, man. they don't want you anymore.”

oh. talented y/n used to like reo mikage. that's a little disappointing. maybe a bit more disappointing. okay reo is lying to himself. he is extremely disappointed. he is disappointed at himself for how he never paid you any attention when you used to like him. if only he wasn't so oblivious then only would he make things work.

he could have you all for himself this entire time. he could have told people that talented y/n is all his. he would say “y/n is all mine” proudly.

is there a second chance for him in your heart? he is eager to know. so reo mikage is going to try to get your attention now. will he succeed or not? oh reo mikage prays. if not, he will do even the most ridiculous of stunts to get you to look at him just once. at least once.

truth is, he didn't even have to try. he was always in your heart. you'll only look his way whenever he isn't looking so you'd admire him from afar. how pathetic talented y/n is, to think that you have no chance with ace student reo mikage.

will this complex love story ever be solved?

yeah.

“will you ever look my way, y/n?! i've been trying so hard to talk to you. why won't you notice my feelings for you?!” reo mikage loses his patience and snaps at you.

in class, right where you sat completing your music sheet. and the mikage who snapped all of a sudden in the middle of a free period where the entire class paused at the outburst.

“i like you y/n, please just acknowledge my existence!”

oh dear. someone's angry.

“not like i don't acknowledge your existence. you're very much known to me. but the feelings part is not what i expected,” you said, looking at your music sheet and at reo. “i like you too.”

and that was all it took for two oblivious souls to acknowledge their feelings for each other. it isn't that hard to just... go up and talk. another day, and reo mikage gets to finally call the school's most talented performer “all mine.”

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uravitypng · 1 year

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𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

pairing: kaminari denki x reader, hanta sero x reader

word count: 1.8k

warnings/contents(for part one): angst, petnames (denki calls you babydoll), written with a chubby reader in mind /// minors do not interact (in later chapters there will be smut and explicit content!!) - smut, fluff and more in later chapters !!

a/n: this is my first series! i'm not sure how many parts this will have but if you wanna be updated i could add a taglist! thank you @tsukkisloser, they suggested i post two versions, by saying that gave me hundreds ideas to where the story could go and i decided to combine all the the ending ideas into plot points, making my series more developed! i'm really excited for this fic and i hope you all enjoy it, it's going to fun! <3

summary: it's terrible when you're in love with your best friend. it's terrible that he's in love with someone else.

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You're Denki's best friend and you've always been since you both were little, you were attached to the hip, and went everywhere together, both of you went to UA together. Everything used to be okay, Denki was just Denki, your best friend, but luck never took a liking to you and years later you've realised you're in love with your best friend, you always have been.

You're in love with your extremely attractive and all around amazing best friend.

Denki has consistently flirted, he's flirtatious in nature, you never had a problem with it until you you both grew up a bit, until UA. Until Jirou. Denki still flirted with everyone but he always spoke about Jirou to you and it grated. Sure he'd find people attractive before and he'd have liked people in the past but with Jirou it felt never ending. Everyday he talked about her, something about how funny or cool she is, half the time you doubt he even realised he was being so obvious when talking to you about her.

You knew it shouldn't upset you, there was no reason why it should but it did. He never flirted with you, and you never cared about it before, but why did he never pay any attention? He hit on every one else. You were always right there and he never spared you a second glance.

You became bitter, and you really tried not to, you tried your hardest to smile through every time Denki gushed about her but it was so god damn hard.

After blowing Denki off one night, out of exasperation, you end up in Sero's room, he's always had a very good read on you, and can tell when you're pissed off and normally he knows what its about too. "Has Kaminari messaged you tonight?" He slips into conversion while briefly looking at you before the next match begins.

"Yeah, but i'd rather be with you," you shrug back, trying to sound as casual as you can. In all actuality you would rather be spending your time with Sero so you're not lying, just hiding your irritation. It's always so easy with Sero. It use to be that way with Denki but not so much recently, you'd prefer to spend your night relaxing instead of getting Denki gushing in your ear about Jirou again.

"Hmm, I'm flattered." He looks up to smile at you. If only you were into Sero instead. You two spend the night together, playing mario kart and watching x-files.

You take notice that the room is really bright, you swear it was dark only a second ago, and you hear yawning behind you. That makes more sense you fell asleep in Sero's room. It's not the first time it's happened, but it's not particularly frequent, Sero does keep a blanket in his room especially for you though, which you always thought was nice. What's nicer is Sero must have laid you down with the blanket after you fell asleep, you're fairly certain you fell asleep propped up against his wall as the last thing you remember is the climax of the episode you were watching, you don't remember how it ended, you'll have to ask.

"Heyo," you say, softly, still waking up.

Sero makes a noise of acknowledgement, as he starts stretching. "We'll probably miss breakfast if we don't get up soon," Sero says gravelly voice from behind you, the contrast between his morning voice and his regular is something that always makes your face heat up a bit.

This time you hum to let him know you've heard him and start getting up. A couple minutes later you're out the room, albeit tired.

You two seem like one of the last ones up and you can tell Bakugou's been up for awhile by the way he's already shouting, how does he always wake up so early?

"I have no idea how that guy has so much energy in the mornings." Thank fuck for Sero who always matches your energy and knows what you're thinking.

"Speak for yourself, he's already made pancakes and man that guy can cook," you hear Denki say from behind you. He's so enthusiastic in the morning and you can practically hear his grin, you just groan in response. You see Sero smirk from the corner of your eye.

"Do you wanna go out today babydoll?" Denki asks, still too tired to engage in full blown conversations you nod and lean back so you're leaning on him. "We can go to the arcade or something, after you've had some caffeine of course." You turn to the side to look at him and stick your tongue out. Even though you were actually waiting to get something to drink so you can properly start your day, Denki knows every little thing about and that's very comforting when you've just woken up. Safe to say you had a good time with Denki that day.

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Seven years later, you're outside that very same arcade after patrol on your way back home. You can't wait to get back and relax, you haven't eaten all day, you slept in late which is no surprise and had to miss breakfast. Even now as an adult you are definitely not a morning person.

"I'm home!" You call out, Denki must not be in due to the fact he hasn't called back to you as loud as he can like normal. He's probably at Kirishima's or something. When people ask why two successful, up and coming heroes are living together, they normally fill in the blanks themselves. 'They have enough money to buy their own place, so they must be dating, they're choosing to live together.' Crappy tabloids and internet sleuths are always jumping to conclusions.

They're technically not completely wrong about the fact that you both are quickly jumping the charts every year and have plenty to spend on your own places but you have chosen to live with Denki in this warm, comfy little flat but you are just friends, even if you wish there were something more.

After graduation it made the most sense for you to live together, according to Denki, and you'd much rather live with Denki than by yourself so you agreed, years flew by and you still lived together. The idea of moving out never crossed your mind, you like living with Denki, you love it, even if sometimes he forgets to take clothes into the bathroom when showering and he walks out with just a towel on or comes into the living room late at night drinking orange juice from the carton, only leaving a drop left and not buying another one.

He's your best friend and you love him, You've matured together and seen each other grow and you're so proud of the people you've become. Whenever you praise Denki too much though it definitely gets to his head.

After leaving UA it's been a hell of a lot harder to keep in contact with everyone, there's a group chat but it's pretty dead, and even then you haven't opened the last three messages that came through last couple weeks, if it was important Denki would mention it, you'll get round to it eventually. He's always been on top of communicating with everyone, he's always been the more sociable one. Now everyone's gone pro it's harder to find time for each other and have schedules that match up with others. That's why you're so lucky you have Denki.

Although it's not just Denki you've stayed in contact, luckily Kirishima lives close by and so does Hanta so that's good. You're fairly certain you and Denki are the only ones from your class who are living together, every other hero you know lives separately that's makes you pretty special in your eyes. It must be pretty lonely having no one to come home at the end of the day, you know you definitely would be lonely if you didn't have Denki.

You make yourself some dinner and message Denki after asking where he is. You're not ready to call it a night yet and it would be nice to spend some time with people after a tiring day. Denki's at Kiri's, so twenty minutes later you're at Kiri's too.

When you get through the door, you're immediately greeted by Denki's voice accompanied with Kirishima's and Hanta's laughing, and in ten more minutes you're all squished together watching some shitty show in the background that you have no interest in, listening to Hanta and Denki passionately argue about what star wars film is better, they're absolute idiots. According to Hanta, Phantom Menace is the best one because Jar Jar Binks makes his first appearance but Denki says its return of the Jedi because it's the one where Leia has the gold bikini on.

Even though it sucks that you don't see all your friends as often as you like, you feel like you, Kiri, Denki and Hanta have grown even closer, which is weird because you honestly didn't think you could grow closer with them. They were both some of the closest friends you made during your time at UA. Half the time you still end up falling asleep next to Hanta even now, years later, when you're shattered after work, with Hanta by the side of you. That's where Sero's been for years, by your side, that's where Kiri's been too. It dawned on you one day that not only do you have Denki right beside you always, they've been there too and you're very thankful for them.

"Anyway, Kirishima can I turn this shit off and put something actually interesting on?" Hanta turns to asks Kirishima, how does this man always know what you're thinking.

"Go for it, dude."

"What's the point, it's just background noise anyway," Denki complains.

"Yes, but highly annoying background noise. I suggest anything other than this," you say back.

Denki shuts up after that and they let you pick something.

You must have fallen asleep for a some time as Denki's crouched down beside you, tucking some hair behind your ear, whispering to you, "let's go babydoll, let's get you home." You mumble something unintelligible and start closing your eyes again. "I know babydoll, you're tired but you gotta get up. You can't sleep on Kiri's floor again, you're going to hurt your back. I would carry you but I don't want to hurt you while climbing any stairs. Can you get up for me?" He helps you up and and wraps his arms around your soft waist. "Good girl, we'll be home soon, I promise." you're too tired too think, and too sleepy, not even acknowledging Ejirou and Hanta on your way out, they're used to your hazy states and find it rather endearing. Walking home is a blur, Denki's got his arms around you, keeping you warm and stable. You trust Denki to get you home safely as you close your eyes again, not looking where you're going, pulling yourself even closer to him and burying yourself in his neck, his warmth and smell keeping you cosy and relaxed.

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topguncortez · 1 year

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The Origin of Honeybee

pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader (OC: Bea Clark) word count: 3.5k warnings: angsty, smutty, language, teen pregnancy, religious trauma themes Bob & Bea Masterlist | Opposites Attract Masterlist

It was a fairy tale love story. The two high school sweethearts who were never seen apart. But, it had started before that fateful day in junior year when Bob found the bravery to ask you out officially. He knew you were going to be his from the first day you walked into his father’s 5th grade classroom. You had started the school year late, beginning in October. Your mom had taken over for a teacher who decided to quit during the school year. Mr. Floyd had introduced you to his class, and Bob couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You were mesmerizing, your eyes hidden behind a pair of blue glasses, your hair in pigtails which you had fought your mom on saying that they made you seem too little kiddish, and the most noticeable, a bright pink cast on your right arm. You had taken the only open seat, right next to Bob, by his father’s desk. You two didn’t say anything, paying attention to the math lesson his dad was teaching. It wasn’t until you went to lunch, you sat at the only empty table, opening your purple lunch box and pulling out the PB&J your dad had packed. Bob walked over to you, you looked up at him,

“Can I sit with you?” He asked shyly and you nodded. He sat across from you, opening his Superman lunch box. The two of you sat in silence for a couple moments, eating your home lunches until Bob spoke up.

“I’m Bobby,” Bob introduced himself softly.

“Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea,” You said.

“What happened to your arm?” He asked.

“Fell off a four wheeler at my grandma’s house,” You said wiggling your fingers, “They had to put a metal rod in,”

“Are you serious?” Bob asked, his blue eyes wide.

“So serious,” You said with a smile. The two of you didn’t separate for the rest of the day, getting to know one another. At the end of the day, Bob walked over to you, he didn’t say anything but held up a black magic marker. You nodded and held out your casted arm, and in very scribbly handwriting Bob wrote his name.

— — — 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 🌼🐝 — — —

It was from that point on, the two of you were inseparable. No one ever saw Bob without Bea, and vice versa. They had moved on from playdates after school, to begging parents and older siblings to take them to the roller rink, to sneaking sips of alcohol at Bob’s older brother Ben’s legendary bon fires. You were lucky to have someone by your side to battle that awkward first of high school, where everyone was starting to change, but they never seemed to change. The only change was that Bob’s father had died your freshman year. You sat by his side the whole time during the funeral, holding his hand and occasionally wiping a tear from his face.

“Have you been asked to homecoming?” Ben asked you, as he sat on the couch in the Floyd family basement.

You shrugged, you were shy, no one had noticed you outside of your friends. You had gotten braces over the summer, and were constantly checking the wires on your teeth in the screen of your phone. You had also started the joyous life of being a woman. Puberty had hit both you and Bob. You guys had now started to move into that awkward phase of life, where you were trying to figure out what was happening and if you found someone else attractive or if it was just the newly released hormones.

“Well since it’s your first homecoming, I’ll take you. . . and Bob.” Ben said and glared at his younger brother who was setting up his model train set.

Bob was thankful that Ben had asked you to go with both of them. It made it easier for him to suppress his feelings a little longer. The only person who he confided in about how he felt was Ben. Bob wasn’t jealous of your relationship with his brother, your and Ben’s relationship was brother-sister. You constantly butt heads but would make up with a joke or buying the other food. Ben had purposely ditched the two of you at Homecoming to dance with Megan Stevens, making you and Bob have to not only talk to each other alone, but dance with each other too.

Freshman year fall faded into the summer, and the boys were busy working on the ranch. You hardly saw the two of them unless you were helping their mother Elizabeth cook dinner, or they needed your help with something. While Bob was sweating in the sun every day, you tried out for the cheer team and made it. You had fallen in love with the varsity quarterback, Logan Brooks, and had decided to join the cheer team. You got your braces off and had figured out a good hair care routine. Your new found confidence was radiant, and the boys could see it.

Much to Bob’s dismay, you had started to slip away from him, spending more time with your new cheer friends and boyfriend. Bob had fought his shyness and stood next to his older brother in the front row of the stands during every football game. Ben knew that Bob didn’t care much about the team, but was there to watch your bright smile as you cheered along the side lines.

“I don’t even understand football,” Bob said.

“It's easy,” Ben said, explaining the game to him, but Bob absent mindedly nodded along, his eyes looking at you cheering in front of him.

“If you don’t ask Bea to prom this year, I’m gonna ask her,” Ben said, snapping Bob out of his daze.

“What? Why would you do that? And what makes you think she won’t go with Logan?” Bob said.

“Cause Logan’s eyes aren’t staring at Bea’s ass right now,” Ben said and pointed towards the quarterback, who’s eyes were looking at another girl.

Bob grimaced and frowned. He saw the way you smiled and hugged Logan’s sweaty frame as he walked off the field after winning. Bob also saw the way Logan was looking at another girl from the other team, as you talked to him about how good he did during the game.

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“I don’t even know what I did wrong?” You cried, rubbing your nose with a crumbled up Kleenex. Ben was standing in the doorway to his and Bob’s room, as you sat on Bob’s bed. Some sad song was playing on the record player and Bob was handing you more Kleenex.

Logan had started to be secretive and distant. He was constantly on his phone, hiding it from you. The nicknames and PDA had stopped, and so did most of the daily conversations between the two of you. It wasn’t until you went to deliver him some cookies for his birthday that you had spotted the white BMW in the driveway. He opened the door, shirtless and light bruises covered his abs and collar bone. He didn’t even have to say anything, but you knew. Logan had called out to you as you threw the cookie dish at his car and flipped him off walking away.

“We should go egg his house,” Ben said, “Or go all Carrie Underwood with a Louisville slugger,”

“Ben,” Bob said and shook his head no, “He’s an idiot, honeybee.” The nickname that Elizabeth had given her years ago fell so easily from Bob’s lips, “He didn’t even realize how lucky he was to have you,” You looked up at Bob, those E/C that he had fallen in love with wet with tears. He sat next to you on your bed, his arm thrown around you, while Sam sat in your beanbag chair, “You want to watch a movie?”

“Tommy Boy?” You asked, it was your favorite movie, you could almost quote it word for word.

“Well, thank you both for the invite but I gotta go pick up Olivia for our date,” Ben said, winking at his younger brother. Ben came and kissed your forehead, “It’ll all be okay, Bea. But if you wake up and see my face on the front page for egging or slashing a hole in all four tires, it was for a good cause,”

You laughed at the boy and Bob said goodbye to his brother. You two settled in, watching the movie. At some point in time you had both fallen asleep, but when you woke up, Bob’s arms were wrapped around your waist and your head was on his chest. It was then that you realized that you were falling in love with your best friend.

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There was an obvious shift between the two of you. Everyone could see it, Bob’s siblings, Ben, your parents, Bob’s mom. It was just a matter of time until you two could see it. You both felt the love you had for each other, but both were too stubborn and scared to act on it. It wasn’t until you brought home another boy that Bob knew his window of opportunity was closing. So while you were walking around, pacing the basement floor ranting about whatever his name was, Bob stood up.

“Bea, he doesn’t deserve you. None of them do,” Bob said, “Does he even know your favorite flower? Or what color do you prefer of your favorite flower?”

“No but-“

“It’s orange roses,” Bob said, “You said you hate the cliche white and red, that you prefer orange but will settle for yellow. You fell in love with them when your grandma accidentally planted an orange rose bush when she got sick with dementia. She tried to dig them up, but your grandpa told her that they were unique and beautiful just like she was. You said that was the moment you believed in true love.”

You looked at Bob, his honey brown eyes staring into yours. Your body moved quicker than your brain, and you grabbed his face, connecting your lips together. He grabbed your hips, pulling you into him as you both melted into the kiss. It was like time stopped, and fireworks exploded behind you.

“Ah!” Ben yelled, opening the basement door, “Mom! It’s happening!” He smiled and ran over to go get his mom, leaving the two teens who now had deep red blushes across their cheeks.

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You and Bob seemed to be even closer than ever before. Like always, where anyone saw Bob, you were surely to follow. When they told their friends that they had finally started dating, everyone let out a sigh in relief followed by a “finally”. It seemed as though you and Bob were the only ones who were oblivious to the love that you both had for each other.

Prom was supposed to be the most important night of a young girl's life, but you were absolutely terrified. You had been hyper fixating on your dress and thinking of all the things that can go wrong when you put it on. Your mother did your hair, deciding to curl it and leave it down. Your dress was black, you went for simple (partially because it was what you could afford). Bob was just as nervous as you as he sat on your couch, your dad staring him down. He held onto the plastic box with your corsage with all his might. He was sure that he was sweating through the rental tux. The moment he heard your mother come down the stairs and he stood up, his blue eyes going wide.

“My god, honeybee,” Bob sighed out and your father glared at him. Bob walked from the couch over to the bottom of the stairs and held his hand out for you. You smiled and took his hand, “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” You said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “You clean up nicely.”

“Oh, Bea, be nice to that boy,” Your mom said, “Get close for pictures!”

You probably took a thousand pictures in front of your fireplace. Your face was hurting from smiling so much. Bob had spent all morning cleaning his truck so you didn’t get your dress dirty. He helped you get into the old Ford, making sure that no part of the dress would get stuck in the door. Your mom smiled fondly at the two of you as you drove off.

“They’re going to get married someday,” Your dad muttered and looked at his wife, “He looks at her the way I look at you.”

“I know,” Your mom said and kissed her husband.

You and Bob danced until your feet hurt and he ended up carrying you in his arms back to his truck at the end of the night. There was too much excitement in the air to just go home and go to sleep, so instead, Bob drove you out to the old Oak tree in the middle of his family’s ranch. The night was clear and you could see all of the stars from where you laid in the back of his truck. He put a blanket down so you wouldn’t dirty your dress and you would be somewhat comfortable.

Though stargazing only lasted so long, and soon enough you were in a heated make out session in the back of Bob’s truck. His hands were grazing all over your body as if he couldn’t get enough of you. Your hands tugged on his long locks, his curls curling a bit under his ears. You loved his longer hair, you thought it made him look perfectly older.

“Bob,” You moaned as he kissed your neck.

“Yeah?” He asked, grinding his hips into yours.

“Make me yours,” You said barely above a whisper. Bob pulled away from you and looked at you.

“Are-are you sure?” He asked, caressing your cheek, “We don’t have to do anything just cause it’s prom night. Hell, that’s such a dumb-” You cut him off by kissing him.

“Bobby,” You said, holding his jaw with your hand, “Make me yours.”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice, honeybee,” Bob said, his voice a bit raspy as he leaned back in and kissed you. You guys fell into a frenzy of roaming hands and kisses, stripping each other of your clothes. You guys looked at each other, having to see each other naked and being intimate for the first time. You laid under Bob, eyes roaming all over his body, “You are even more perfect than I imagined,”

“You imagined me?” You smirked and Bob blushed.

“Once or twice,” He said and leaned in to kiss you, “Do you want to do this?” He asked you again, his blue eyes full of love.

“Make me yours, Bobby.”

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You had been sicker than a dog for nearly three weeks. Bob was starting to worry when you missed yet another day of school, but you were just too weak to even climb out of bed. He had gathered your homework and planned on stopping by to give it to you after school. But the frantic text from you had him rushing into the parking lot and speeding to get to you.

You were sitting on the couch in tears when he arrived, your mother and father sitting across from you. Bob felt like he just walked into the middle of an intervention, the air was thick with tension. He called out for you, but you shook your head and your father stood up from his chair.

“Robert Floyd,” Your father’s voice was gruff and all Bob could do was nod, “You got my little girl pregnant?” Bob’s head snapped to you and you seemed to be crying harder than before.

“I’m so sorry,” You cried and Bob looked back at your dad and nodded. Your mom let out a gasp and left the room quickly, not being able to look at you any longer.

Your father ran a hand down his face and then put his hands on his hips. His eyes looked at you, “Get out of my house, Beatrice.”

“Daddy,” You stood up from the couch.

“Wait, Mr. Clark-”

“You disobeyed the bible!” Your father’s voice was loud and rattled you to your core. Bob watched as you began shaking like a leaf in the wind, “I will not have a sinner and a bastard child under my roof! Look what you did to your mother!” Your dad pointed to the direction your mother went crying, “Gather your things, and get out of my house.”

Your father stormed out of the room, leaving you and Bob alone. Bob quickly rushed to your side and wrapped you up in his arms. You held onto him tightly, afraid he might disappear on you. Sobs racked your body as Bob tried to shush your tears.

“Shh, honeybee, breathe,” Bob said, rubbing your back. He couldn’t help the tears welling up in his eyes at the sound of your cries. He wasn’t 100% sure what was going on other than the fact that you were possibly pregnant and your parents had just kicked you out.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” You said and Bob pulled back from you. He gently held your face in his hands and wiped your tears away with his thumb, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Bobby, you have to believe-”

“I’m not blaming you for anything,” Bob shook his head, “Is what your dad said true? You’re pregnant?”

You nodded and sniffled, “I haven’t been feeling good for weeks, and I missed my period. I drove to Davis to the drug store and got a pregnancy test and it came back positive. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, quit apologizing, alright,” Bob said and kissed your forehead, “We’re gonna get through this, together. I’m not leaving you.”

“What about the Navy? Bob, you have been dreaming of that since you were a kid.” One of the first things Bob had told you back in the fifth grade, while you dangling upside down from the monkey bars was that he wanted to join the Navy. His dad had been in for a couple years to pay off his student debt, and he loved it. Bob had grown up watching air shows in Virginia beach during the Fourth of July.

“I’ll figure it out. Whatever you want,” Bob said, and took both your hands in his, “You and this baby are my future, okay,” You nodded and bit your lip as brand new tears threatened to spill.

“I have no place to go,” You cried and Bob shook his head.

“Yes you do,” He said, “What do you need? I’ll go get it.” You rattled off a couple items that you can think of off the top of your head and Bob ran up to your room and packed you a bag. Your parents were hiding in the kitchen, far away from you and Bob. They must’ve really been ashamed of you if they couldn’t even say anything as Bob guided you out to his truck.

The ride to the Floyd ranch was painfully silent. You looked out the window the whole time, resting your hand on your stomach. Bob would steal glances over at you every once in a while. You had stopped crying which was a plus, but your cheeks and nose were still red. When you pulled up in front of the old farmhouse, Bob jogged around to your side of the truck and helped you out. He held your hand the whole time as you walked into the house, the smell of dinner hitting both of your noses. You both could hear Elizabeth Floyd yelling at her younger kids, and the squeals of children running around.

“Allison Floyd, if you don’t stop messing with your sister!” Elizabeth’s voice was firm as you and Bob walked into the kitchen. She took one look at you and knew what was going on. Call it a mother’s intuition.

“She needs a place to stay. . . for a while,” Bob said and Elizabeth nodded.

“You can take Benny’s room down in the basement,” Elizabeth said. You nodded and took your bag from Bob’s hands and made your way down to the familiar room that the eldest Floyd child once inhabited. When you were out of ear shot, Elizabeth looked at her son, “Her parents found out?”

“Yeah,” Bob said, placing his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, “Kicked her out. I didn’t even know until I got there”

“And what are you gonna do? You gonna step up?”

Bob nodded, “Of course. That’s my baby. I’m not gonna leave her high and dry. I’ll do whatever she wants to do.”

“You better not, Robert Floyd. I raised you better than that. Now,” Elizabeth said and walked over to the pantry. Bob watched her a bit confused until she walked out with a sleeve of saltine crackers and a ginger ale, “Go give these to her. Poor girl looks like she hasn’t kept anything down in days.”

Bob nodded again and took the items from his mom’s hands, “How did you know?”

Elizabeth sighed, “Cause I had that same look on my face when we told your grandparents I was pregnant with Ben. Now go on, no time for questions.”

“Thank you,” Bob said and went downstairs to find you.

#bob floyd #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd fan fic #bob floyd fan fiction #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd x oc #Robert floyd #Robert bob floyd #bob & bea #opposites attract things!#top gun #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagine

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justatalkingface · 5 months

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Everything Changed When The War Arc Attacked:

Or, why do I hate the War Arc so fucking much?

At this point, eh, why not? Writing every day is supposed to be good for improving as a writer.

ECWTWAA is a simple, quippy line that holds all of my festering loathing for watching MHA gleefully hurl itself off a cliff once the War Arc happened, and, much like someone jumping off a cliff like an utter moron (or the Air Nomads after the Fire Nation attacked), it has never truly recovered.

*sigh*

In retrospect, MHA had been going downhill for a long time before that point, and a lot of it was something I noticed unconsciously, but didn't quite rise to me really paying conscious attention to it, beyond a few notable points (*cough*, Bakugou, *cough* FuCkiNg NIGHTEYE), but as my brain was somewhat in the off position as I read, I was still enjoying the ride, even as it bumped; the enjoyment was as much, if not more, that I used to enjoy it more than the actual content, but there was enjoyment.

If MHA before The War Arc was a somewhat imperfect roller coaster ride, the only way I can describe the War Arc is if the roller coaster ride abruptly ended in the side of a cliff, only somehow dragged out for months of slow paced agony. I watched, in vaguely real time, as Hori systematically trashed the last foundations of his story, the swan song of one of the best, most interesting characters in the series, toss aside the sudden yet exciting development of it's main villain, and escalate to a higher gear than ever before the constant work to protect some of the most vile characters, including said mass murdering villain, from even the slightest criticism by sacrificing everyone around them, as well as the very integrity of the story, to the alter of, 'They're not that bad, honest! Don't hurt their little feelings, you bully!'

And, I watched him finally finish the lobotomy on his main character, permanently ripping away what remained of his original personality and intelligence, leaving an empty puppet, a Deku, with the singular purpose of driving the story faster, and faster, and faster towards that thing that Hori seems to crave above everything else now: The End.

Freedom, freedom from the strangling chains of a merciless Jump schedule, of a plot long grown too complex for him to manage, or for him to even want to try, and from the burden of writing characters and stories he so clearly seems to despise, for some reason. And if they only way he feels he can get it is by burning everything he's done down to the ground, well, Hori's clearly more than willing.

In all honesty it became obvious that, in all of MHA, he only actually liked six things: Endeavour, Bakugou, body horror, dramatic, flashy fight scenes with flashy super powers, attractive women in minimal clothing and vaguely fetish-y torture scenes on attractive women in minimal clothing.

These things, from that point on, are the only things he has spent real, actual time on, developing, giving focus to. Everything else, everything else, is rushed, pushed constantly forward by Deku, the puppet, as he runs from plot point to plot point as fast as he can, never allowed a moment to rest, to reflect, to really think at all, all in the name of progression as empty as he has become.

In all honesty, it was a needed, if unwanted, shock to help me realize the truth, but at what cost? At what cost is this clarity? The joy is gone now; once I dropped my unconscious acceptance of the narrative, everything I had been ignoring came to me a rush of horrified realization, even the most mild of flaws became glaring, and now reading the early chapters that got me into this story in the first place is just... hollow now, like I'm watching my old self enjoy them, rather than enjoying them myself, and I can't help but be both jealous and vaguely contemptuous at the innocent pleasure that person had.

I'll admit, I'm being more dramatic than I'd like to be, but... I've said this before, I'd been reading MHA for years before this point. Years of enjoyment, interest, and focus, and it's all ash to me now. I'm somewhat bitter about it.

#bnha critical #mha critical #everything changed when the war arc attacked #bakugou critical #endeavour critical #nighteye critical #izuku deserves better #izuku is a person #deku is a puppet #me looking at the dimension where hori didn't do any of this shit #reference post

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vmprgrl-2005 · 7 months

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me you and the bottle (resident evil-leon x reader)

word count- 675

warnings-drinking, reader is kinda shy, re4-6/vendetta leon

an-this isn’t great and i might end up changing it, i didn’t really know where to take it while i was writing lol

His name is Leon. He started coming into the bar a few months ago, showing up almost daily since then. Every day it’s the same thing, he asks for a whole bottle of top shelf liquor to himself before retiring to one of the tables in the back, never engaging with any of the other rowdy patrons. Rarely, he’ll sit at one of the bar stools, talking about his life if you approach him. He tells stories of guns and zombies and how one day his life completely changed, most of which sound like some wild fantasy. You listen intently anyways, liking the change from his usual silent demeanor, being infatuated with his presence. The first time he sat at the bar was when you finally got a good look at him. Thick brown hair, tired blue eyes, slight stubble, and a leather motorcycle jacket that he always wore. For being a bit older, he was an attractive guy, you thought.

One night, the bar was nearly empty, save for a few people who were too drunk to be loud. You were cleaning a few glasses, having nothing to do as everyone else had already left. The familiar rumble of a motorcycle engine outside was comforting, knowing who was going to walk in shortly.

Same as always, he walks in, comes to the counter, and pays for his liquor immediately. But instead of walking away, he sits on a stool. After a short silence, he clears his throat, “You here alone tonight?” You just stare at him for a moment, stunned that he’s attempting to make conversation. “Yeah, everyone went home already” you reply somewhat shyly. He nods in response. “If you’ve got nothing else to do, why don’t you come sit?” He says, raising his glass to his lips. Wordlessly, you walk out from behind the bar, taking off the small apron you were wearing and throwing it over the counter as you approach the stools. When you sit down, he speaks up, “My name’s Leon, by the way.” You introduce yourself as well and Leon smiles slightly at the way your name sounds coming from your mouth.

You both talk for a bit, with most of your responses being short or quiet, Leon’s sudden friendly behavior still surprising you. “You seem awful nervous sweetheart, is everything alright?” he says, bringing you back from your thoughts. He must know what he’s doing, and he has to see the obvious blush covering your face. “I’m fine, it’s just been a long day” you stumble over your words a bit. “I can go, if you want.” he mutters, sounding slightly defeated. “No it’s fine, stay.” the words fall out of your mouth, and you don’t notice yourself grabbing for Leon’s arm as he stands. “It’s just,” you continue, hesitating slightly, “I think you’re pretty cute and I’m a little nervous, that’s all.” A soft chuckle leaves him, as if he hadn’t heard that before. “Well” he says, sitting down again “Maybe if we spent some time together, you wouldn’t feel so nervous.”

It had been hours since Leon sat down, everyone else had left, but you kept talking and warming up to each other as the night went on. You could listen to his stories forever, and you adore the way he looks at you when you talk.

He began sitting at the bar more frequently after that night, it was almost like he enjoyed talking with you. You grew closer every day. He would leave you notes with sloppily drawn hearts on them every night with his tip. Sometimes he would take you home on his motorcycle, letting you wear his leather jacket if it was cold outside. As you got closer, he became a lot more protective over you. He always made sure you were safe, confronting any men at the bar who made you uncomfortable and making sure that he called you “sweetheart” or “angel” as loudly as possible. Though you weren’t exactly sure what you two were, you liked the attention Leon gave you.

#resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon x reader

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lutawolf · 9 months

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"Stay by My Side" Ep 1-4

It's a college rival to love story. You have Bu Xia who is brought up by his grandfather and older sister, both are spiritual mediums. But that isn't the life that Bu Xia wants, after his grandfathers passing, that changes due to a mishap. He can suddenly hear ghosts. The only time he has peace is when he is with his rival Jiang Chi, the boy he kissed to win an arm wrestling contest. To cover for all the touchy feeling, Bu Xia declares to Jiang Chi that he is special to him. Unprepared to reveal that he is being 100% truthful.

I had low expectations at the start of the episode. Maybe because it felt so cliché? I mean, we have the usual, bad boy meets group of sports kids and the one true love accidentally trips. The romantic fall troupe showcased exactly what this pairing was going to be like. The characters quickly grow on you though.

Jiang Chi to me at least, comes off as a confident gay that doesn't need to tell everyone he is gay. He can find you attractive and simultaneously be annoyed by you. Which is clear in his first meeting with Bu Xia. He is giving eyes and snarling at the same time. He then finds out he is rooming with him and the disgust begins. To be fair, he has reason to be, honestly, Bu Xia reminds me of my daughter. Super sweet, friendly, playful, cuddly, needy, clumsy, clueless, unsure and messy. While Jiang Chi is the absolute opposite of all that.

Yet, in all the fighting, Jiang Chi doesn't walk away. He easily could, and you see that is typically what he does with everyone else, but not Bu Xia. And Bu Xia for his part is so stupid as to why he is following Jiang Chi around and teasing him. Homeboy is telling himself it's to know his enemy and so on but give him have a chance to throw his mack down, and he is doing it without thought. Then freezing when he realizes what he has done. Homebody is clueless to himself and it's adorable. How could Jiang Chi not be charmed, even as he initially tries to hide it.

Side note, pay some attention to side characters because they are always giggling and taking pictures of the two.

Episode two is for sure, having Jiang Chi questioning himself. For the first time, he is sliding into a land of being completely unsure of himself. And Bu Xia cluelessly unaware of the havoc he is reeking while at the same time making comments like "You taste delicious." The boy is stupid and I love him.

The thing to understand about Bu Xia is that while he can be annoying in his playfulness, but he is extremely kind and caring. So while he pushes Jiang Chi to help him with his report, he also makes sure to send him a thank-you. He knowingly operates around Jiang Chi's schedule as to not disturb him. He'll happily annoy Jiang Chi for his attention, he doesn't really want to cause him issues.

Halfway through episode two is when the mishap happens and Bu Xia begins hearing ghosts. Boy is afraid and losing his shit, which causes him to run straight into the arms of Jiang Chi. Leaving Jiang Chi baffled and charmed. Boy is really being effected now, and I'm here for it.

Jiang Chi gives me the impression that he still doesn't know what to make of Bu Xia's affections. It's clear that he isn't used to being this close to anyone and maybe doesn't have experience and is floundering.

Episode 3 shows a clear thawing of ice. To the point that those around them are taking notice as well as taking pictures.

"He's actually quite cute when he's not being sarcastic."

When pictures are hung in the common area of them both. Bu Xia takes the opportunity to say that Jiang Chi is his special person. It comes off as both a gag and confession. Especially with the way he hugs and runs off afterward.

I found it refreshing that Jiang Chi chased after him to get clarification. He didn't get it, but I found it refreshing that he tried to get communication. Over the course of episode 3, Jiang Chi begins to understand that his boy is shy. Once this realization is made, Jiang Chi is clearly all in.

There is a scene that I wish I could find a gif set for. But Jiang Chi runs into a girl that know Bu Xia and he decides to ask some questions.

Jiang Chi "I have a friend who is always being harassed in some varies ways. He finds reasons to be around him, often stares at him, and even touches him intentionally and unintentionally."

Girl "Didn't your friend fight him?" As in, did he tell him to stop or no. Smack him.

Jiang Chi seems to reflect and shakes his head no.

Girl "Then it's not harassment. It should be considered flirting." So, basically telling them that both of their asses are flirting.

I was giddy the rest of the fucking episode. It was cute how Bu Xia was so rattled but unable to run away. The way Bu Xia talks, you can tell he isn't just there to silence the ghosts. "I find it very comfortable being with you." He's just so clueless about himself. But Jiang Chi, ugh, Jiang Chi is now subtly chasing his confused boy.

Which is what epside 4 is all about. Jiang Chi chasing his confused boy, it was so fucking adorable! Ahhhhhh!

It was sweet like cotton candy. All the feels. All the flipping feels, I tell you.

I'm so fucking excited for episode 5 guys. Just go watch, so I have other people to scream with! 💜💜💜

All gif credits go to @bl-bam-beyond and @ellsieee

#luta talks stay by my side #stay by my side #taiwanese bl

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ceescedasticity · 6 months

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Unforsaken, 9c

(All sections on tumblr)

(AO3, lagging behind but more polished)

Elrohir asks if Maglor ever wandered far enough south to get completely clear of Sauron's shadow.

Celegorm asks if he would have noticed if he did.

Maglor says yes, as a matter of fact, he did travel that far a few times and did notice.

In fact, he's been farther south than the Númenóreans ever got! Although it was a little hard to tell, since stories of the wicked Westerlings spread south, too.

…Then they have to explain 'Númenóreans (derogatory)' to the Hirnedhrim.

"Have you not heard of this at all? I thought the Dunlendings were still holding grudges about it?"

"Not that anyone told us about."

Risyind mentions that apparently Pelndoru either wasn't paying enough attention to hear about the Númenóreans or else it decided to scrub them from history after the Involution. She's guessing the first one.

(If she didn't have more important things to worry about Sharlinnu would definitely be cranky about the Involution.)

****

Gimli points out they should probably do a demonstration with the Wizard's Clay before it comes time to use it.

…Although the horses wouldn't be very happy about it. Or the oxen. Or Celeborn.

Maglor could probably keep it from bothering the oxen and horses? It's not easy when he doesn't know beforehand what he needs to neutralize…

Celeborn objects to blowing up anything in the Vales of Anduin regardless of who can hear it — though he can see the point about needing a demonstration. Wait until they're north of the mountains?

Okay, but at that point Maglor will also need to keep it from attracting cold-drakes.

…Actually no one knows whether cold-drakes would come towards the sounds of explosions.

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Over the course of several days—

Ah, geese flying north.

They're doing a lot of landing and taking off for migrators.

…They really should have overtaken us by now.

Are we being tailed by geese?

Gimli was bitten by a goose once.

That's nothing, a couple of the goblin-men of Dunland got mauled by geese, they eventually swore off trying to keep them.

…None of the elves have ever been attacked by geese.

"It's about respecting them."

…Those are… kind of large for geese, actually, aren't they?

Ohhhhhh, those are the Geese of Manwë!

Everyone stops to look at Glorfindel like he's lost his mind.

The what now.

The Geese of Manwë. Like the Eagles of Manwë, but geese.

…

We didn't see them in Eldamar in the Time of the Trees because there weren't a lot of natural bodies of water — apart from the Sea — but once we got rivers in—

What.

—No, one thing at a time, geese.

(Or should it be Geese?)

Glorfindel isn't sure what they want him to say. They're like Eagles, but geese. They aren't as suited to killing things as the Eagles. Their homes are less remote, so you see them more often, in the West. Some of them enter poetry competitions? They're supposed to be banned from both Yavanna's gardens and Aulë's workshops, but, uh, that hasn't really stuck.

"None of that explains why they're following us."

"I… expect they're meant to be helping us?" Glorfindel says. "I'm not sure how, but it must be a good sign?"

"I would have thought Eagles would be more help," Turgon says. "Although I suppose they could arrive later."

Has this flock been living somewhere in Middle-earth all this time? Who knows!

"Those aren't all geese," Legolas says suddenly. "There are two swans. Grey, but swans."

Celegorm immediately turns around and tries to look himself, even though it is a sunny day and he was uncomfortable even before looking at the sky. He is unable to confirm or dispute Legolas's observation.

Several others can confirm it, though.

…Huh. Weird.

…Not really much weirder than the 'there are Geese of Manwë' baseline, though.

****

(That evening after speaking to the party Arwen decides to take a closer look at these 'Geese of Manwë' and mystery swans. She ends up dropping the Orthanc-stone on her foot. It fractures a toe. Arwen swears Aragorn to secrecy.)

****

They're able to keep on the river a long ways, with all the oxen walking and the barges lightly loaded — even past the point where the Anduin is born in the confluence of two smaller rivers. They pick the tributary coming down from the Misty Mountains, since the one from the Grey Mountains splits into two streams halfway there.

It gets un-navigable eventually, but Celeborn doesn't think it's more than a day or two before they would have had to cut north away from the river anyway.

They unload the wagons from the barges, and move the supplies to the wagons. As for the barges themselves — well, they aren't anticipating any cargo on the way back, but it would still make things easier, and they should at least try to return the barges to Arwen. They drag the barges on shore and turn them over, protecting them as much as they can out in the open.

They reorganize the oxen — eight wagons rather than four barges — and continue on.

****

At this point they can all drive the wagons. No one is particularly eager to. (The suspension is not great.) They trade off often.

Celegorm, Turgon, and Sharlinnu have to pick between walking in the daylight, riding in the wagons, or walking around holding a piece of canvas over their heads as a sunshield.

Caution rises as they approach the Gap of Gundabad — not that they weren't alert before, but there hadn't been any expectation of threat.

Gimli grumbles about such a holy place being profaned.

Khitwê points out that Pelnûru scholars' best guess at the former location of Kuynennu — Cuiviénen — is in Dead Empire territory, and even the geography isn't there anymore, so really the dwarves are still ahead!

Elladan: "I thought no one knew where Cuiviénen used to be!"

Khitwê: "They don't know for sure, but there were people who knew how to get to Kuynennu from Pelndoru and back, so even after everything got torn up they could get approximately there…"

Of course they couldn't investigate after the White Empire started up.

Maglor: "…So if Mount Gundabad is full of orcs—"

(Celegorm: "Not that many orcs—")

Maglor, ignoring the interruption: "—And what's left of Cuiviénen has an entire human empire squatting in it… does anyone know what happened to Hildorien?"

No. In fact, there is some skepticism on the Hildorien story generally.

Before they can get into that, Zena asks what exactly they're talking about — it turns out no one has told the Hirnedhrim about the various awakenings. So they have to go over that.

The Hirnedhrim are — not skeptical, exactly, but they have questions. There are things you have to be taught, that you can't just conjure out of nowhere. What was the difference in wisdom between these magically-awakening adults and someone who lived alone in a pit their entire life finally getting out? How did the difference get there?

Zena: "And there must have been a difference, because an entire village full of just-retrieved Usazilas would have… had problems."

Zuste: "It took over a hundred years for the bite-scars to fade."

…

What?

Maglor: "I would argue that being kept in a pit and treated like an animal by the only people you have ever met teaches its own breed of wisdom which is of less than no use in most other situations."

Zena agrees he may be on to something there, but still doesn't think that's sufficient.

Elrohir knows he is not going to like the answer and that possibly he just shouldn't ask, but: "I understand that the Men of Dunland had no love for you, but… why a pit?"

Zena: "They thought it would keep the Fair Orc away from their women if his child was still there. That was why others of our sisters and brothers were tolerated through infancy, at least. These people thought they had found a way to do that which they liked better than keeping an abomination in the house."

Zuste: "They boasted of it. Had been boasting for years before we found out."

Zuste: "We burned that steading to the ground."

She does not say what became of the inhabitants other than Usazila.

Celegorm: nodding approvingly

Turgon: glaring at Celegorm for this improper moral feedback

Risyind: "Well anyway, the tradition of the People of the Pearls is that humans lived underwater until drawn out into the air by the light of the Sun."

Zena: "Interesting!"

Risyind: "My understanding is none of the Pelnûru have ever felt there are any grounds to challenge them on it, since it's not like we know exactly where Men awakened."

Legolas: "No one ever pointed out that Men can't breathe water?"

Risyind: "They are fully aware of that themselves. The stories don't explain anything, but the tradition for a long time was that before the Sun, Men were more like porpoises. More recently, though, there were some philosophers who argued that the stories specifically say drawn to the air by the Sun, and porpoises already have to visit the air regularly, so Men must have been more like some other sort of fish, or maybe octopuses."

Legolas: "Ah, that makes sense."

(Have never heard of an octopus: Legolas, Zuste, Zena, Dyn. Also Whiterot.)

Risyind: "Maybe, but there was some heated discussion. We heard all about it because some of them had to leave town for a while and came to Pelndoru."

Gimli: that doesn't sound right "…The octopuses…?"

(Has never seen an octopus, but has read about them in books written by Dwarves who had also never seen one: Gimli.)

Anyway that discussion gets everyone thoroughly sidetracked, thank you Risyind.

(Have seen one or more octopuses in the course of living by the Sea and/or traveling by ship and/or knowing Círdan: Khitwê, Risyind, Elrohir, Elladan, Sharlinnu, Glorfindel, Maglor.)

(Has seen an octopus after his cousin absolutely insisted he come to Alqualondë and get on a boat and see this new, fascinating creature he just found out about: Turgon.)

(Has seen octopuses and been disappointed when Oromë said he couldn't teach him to understand them: Celegorm.)

(Has seen one or more octopuses in the course of knowing Círdan, but only after spending several centuries thinking Angrod made them up, and unfortunately Círdan told the twins about this: Celeborn.)

(Have eaten octopus: Sharlinnu, Khitwê, not Risyind because she doesn't care what anyone else says, it doesn't look like something you're supposed to eat, shut up Khitwê. Also Maglor, but he doesn't want to talk about it.)

****

Whiterot joins them once they're properly in the Gap of Gundabad. (She is greeted with questions on whether she knows what an octopus is. She does not.)

She goes over the state of things in Gundabad. Most relevantly, no one is likely to attack them. Whiterot does have some healing minor injuries from scuffles, but just usual day-to-day stuff. There's still no leader and no plans to police the gap. They're good.

(Also, some orcs did take Bellow's advice and took off to look for good places to hole up in the Mountains of Angmar, but that's not pertinent at the moment.)

****

They're almost out of the Gap of Gundabad when disaster strikes. Sort of.

Dyn asks Gimli about the case with the three strands of hair, and he explains.

Maglor looks at Celegorm. Celegorm looks at Maglor.

They don't say anything.

—So here is the thing, about the hair.

Asking someone for some of their hair for use in an art or craft project — either directly or as a reference — was not unknown. But it wasn't the sort of thing you'd be soliciting strangers in the street for, either; it was a personal request for a favor and belonged in a personal relationship. Artanis refused the first request because she wasn't inclined to grant Fëanáro any favors, and also she felt Fëanáro held himself too far aloof from the grandchildren of Indis to presume a personal relationship.

That last part was difficult to dispute.

So, Fëanáro had assumed his status as an elder kinsman and as a matchless craftsman would stand in for a personal relationship; Artanis said it didn't. Kind of embarrassing for Fëanáro and awkward all around, but not inappropriate.

There was some familial huffing about how if Artanis didn't respect Fëanáro enough for this maybe her family weren't really Noldor. That sort of thing.

But asking a second time made it weird, even with the clarification that he wished to "study the hair's unique appearance". Artanis made it even clearer that she was not interested in granting a favor to someone who "pretended my family did not exist until he thought I might provide an interesting specimen".

Asking a third time—

Asking a third time was inappropriate. The Arafinwëans all left Tirion for Alqualondë, and Artanis didn't come back for a Tree-year. Finwë didn't reprimand Fëanor, but he did offer to ask Ingwë and Olwë for hair strands himself which Fëanor could study, with the implication that Fëanor could therefore stop making such requests of people who found it upsetting. Nerdanel told Fëanor there were questions on which he needed to accept 'no'.

And Maitimo, Makalaurë, and Tyelkormo, who all had social circles which reached outside Fëanor's most devoted followers, had to deal with a number of friends and acquaintances either attempting to delicately ask "hey wtf is up with your father and hair" or refraining from asking despite really wanting to. And when someone did ask, loyalty required trying to justify Fëanor even though they knew he'd pushed too much.

It was not enjoyable. The last thing they want to do here is deal with someone explaining the whole debacle to Legolas, Gimli, Khitwê, Risyind, Sharlinnu, Whiterot, the Hirnedhrim, and possibly Elladan and Elrohir — and, actually, they aren't 100% sure Celeborn knows already. Just. No.

They say nothing. Elladan and Elrohir are intensely relieved.

(Glorfindel is secretly a little disappointed.)

#a tolkien tag #orc bank #orc bank unforsaken #i don't think this chapter is going to go much further but it needs some more internal modifications

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Massive thank you to everyone that participated in this round! Whether you submitted a prompt, wrote a fic, or read and reblogged our stories, this has been an incredible time thanks to all of you.

You can find every fic submitted for the fest below the cut. Happy reading! Remember to leave kudos and comments to our talented writers.

See you for Round III!

✧ and i would search the night sky to find you by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

Harry Styles is a high class, well-bred Omega attending Bosworth Academy - a prestigious boarding school looking over the small town on Kinsey. He has his whole life already planned for him, learning his place as the potential mate for an important Alpha, practicing his home making skills, and be obedient above all else.

When he attends a school trip into town though, he meets Louis Tomlinson - a blacksmith and mouthy Alpha who doesn't particularly care for the standards of high society nor for the people in it. But things are not always what they seem and a past grievance may change the lives of everyone involved forever.

✧ Nest To You by Neondiamond / @neondiamond

Everybody knows it’s in an Omega’s nature to nest, and Harry is no different. From the very first nest he builds to comfort himself when feeling homesick to the nest he one day brings his new pups home to, his Alpha Louis is there to witness it all.

Or: Ten different nests Harry builds throughout his relationship with Louis.

✧ there's no pleasure in this resisting (so go ahead and kiss me) by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon

“No, Harry, you don’t get it. Like, I can hear you.”

When he notices Harry’s disbelieving expression, Louis takes a shuddering breath before continuing. “I don't know how else to explain it. I can hear every breath you take, every song you sing along to, every sweet thing you mumble when no one is around, every sigh, every gasp, every moan…” Louis rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. “It’s like my senses are heightened to the max, but only when it comes to you.”

Louis stares up at him, eyes imploring, like he’s begging Harry to understand. “I can’t fucking sleep, because all I can think about, all I can focus on… is you.” He looks away, scoffing as he shakes his head, “And I don’t even know you.”

When Louis, a gorgeous alpha, moves into the flat next door, Harry's attention is immediately piqued. However, after a misplaced noise complaint and a series of interactions with the man that inspire a litany of fantasies, Harry soon realizes his attraction goes far deeper than he had initially assumed.

✧ flood it (like a tidal wave) by abaddxns / @momrryrights

After a revealing night out, Harry finds himself uncharacteristically transfixed with a particular bedroom activity he has yet to try out himself. Unfortunately, he's not having very much luck doing it on his own.

Fortunately for him, though, Louis is willing to help with that.

✧ I Can Be Your Fantasy by ShatteredGlassHouse / @larryislove

Harry was struggling, but the last thing he wanted to do was be a burden on his friends. Being the only omega in a group of alphas and a beta, he felt he had to prove that he was an independent omega who didn't need help. When his job at a coffeehouse wasn't helping his bills, he turned to a strip club. Luckily it was only for the bar, but when a dancer calls in sick, Nick is in a panic and asks Harry to fill in. He wasn't the best in heels, but what was the worse that could happen?

Or the one where Harry works at a strip club to pay his bills, which he hides from his friends. The secret gets exposed when Louis Tomlinson, his crush and best friend, is in the audience, watching him.

✧ sister of the moon by finelinegynandromorph / @finelinegynandromorph

harry's new to the whole werewolf thing and her new alpha louis is more than happy to help her figure things out!

✧ Every heart but mine by rainblou / @alphalouis

In the years leading up to his presentation, Harry hoped that his soulmark would appear, that his soulmate would present first and Harry would have irrevocable proof that his other half was out there, waiting for him.

Years later, he's given up on waiting and with a heat coming up, his eyes are set on Louis Tomlinson to help him through it.

✧ You’re so sweet (let me sweep you off your feet) by Crashing_Shadows / @shadowscomefromthepain

Harry had a rough life up until Zayn Malik

✧ in a land of gods and monsters i was an angel (looking to be fucked hard) by ineverateakiwi / @ineverateakiwi

"Harry could feel the man across the street staring at him for the past twenty minutes. He was inside a white van and a bit far from the light pole so only a part of his face was visible from afar. He wasn’t old as Harry expected him to be – men with vans were usually grandpas looking for some adventure. Not this one, though."

Harry is a prostitute getting ready to meet a new client when Louis comes crashing and, quite literally, saves his life.

A Pretty Woman inspired fanfic with an exciting twist.

✧ wish that you would hold me (or just say that you're mine) by chamomileharry / @chamomileharry

Louis’ thoughts were interrupted suddenly from the loud noise the white racket made as it hit the green concrete. There was silence only for a few moments before the omega in the little green tennis stomped his white shoes on the ground and began to rant. The alpha only caught the first bit, something about how useless everyone was before he was getting up from his seat.

The beta from before was quick to rush to Louis’ side and smiled politely. “Is there anything I can offer you, Mr. Tomlinson?” He asked though the alpha only waved him away.

“I’ve seen enough.” Louis threw over his shoulder as he walked away, cutting off the sounds of the little prince’s yells once he closed the balcony door and left the country club.

✧ i couldn’t want you anymore by landh28 / @landh28

“Harry leaned his elbows onto the table, focusing in on the details of Louis' face. He watched as Louis blazer stretched tight over his upper arms as he pointed dishes out on the menu and the way the skin around his eyes crinkled as he smiled politely. He honestly couldn't believe how he could have gotten so lucky. He had scored this beautiful, gentle and sweet smelling alpha and he couldn't help the way his omega preened at the thought of keeping Louis forever.”

Or five times Harry should have told Louis and the one time he does.

✧ Court Wine by enchantedlandcoffee, red_PANdaaa28 / @enchantedlandcoffee, @red-pandaaa

Accept. Harry had laid out accept. Louis felt like his cheeks were hurting, he was smiling so hard.

Asking to court someone wasn’t as common anymore and these days it basically was just a fancy way of asking someone to date them but Louis had always liked the idea and practice of traditional courting.

Giving his Omega little gifts and tokens of affection, finally getting to scent them properly and maybe even offering clothes to be added to the Omega’s nest.

Harry accepting was worth the world to Louis and he couldn’t wait to get to show his best friend, his Omega, how much exactly he meant to him.

after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

✧ can't keep my hands to myself by DaddyAlphaLouisBabyOmegaHarry / @bottomhaztoplou

Harry and Louis try something new in bed.

#round II #round II fics #roundup #round II roundup

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I don't know if you're accepting ideas, you can ignore them or use them for one of your fanfics. Anyway, I was thinking about a Din Djarin trying to get used to taking off his helmet in public. He goes to a bar and takes off his helmet before sitting down, still feeling a little unsure. And there you are, looking at that slightly shy but handsome and empowering man sitting at the back of the bar and feeling butterflies in your stomach. You've never seen him before and you don't know his story, you're just enchanted by him and you need to at least try to talk to him.

My heart can't take this...

Din can tell everyone in the market is wary of him, their eyes following him as he makes his way through the crowds towards the cantina. He does the usual and pretends the looks don't bother him, and for a brief moment, he wonders whether this was the right time for he planned on doing as soon as he walks into the bar.

When he reaches the entrance, he hesitates at the door, but before he can talk himself out of it, he decides that there was no point in postponing this any longer. It was going to happen eventually so it may as well be now.

Taking in a deep breath, Din pushes past the threshold and eyes the patrons of the dimly lit room. A few heads turn his way, as they always do, but he pays them no mind as he spots a quiet booth in the back corner of the cantina. A part of him wants to head straight to the bar, but he knows that would be too much for the first time. Whereas he normally attends to any threats in the room, Din ignores the dangerous potential of some of the patrons and heads straight to the back. He doesn't try to count down until he finally does what he intended to do when he landed on this strange planet, and without thinking much of it, he takes hold of his helmet and raises it above his head until the room is naturally visible to his eyes.

Din sits down immediately, and he thanks the maker that the stench of the place is distracting him from what he's just done. If the cantina gets a little quieter for a few moments, Din pretends it has nothing to do with him and carries on like he didn't just reveal his face to a room full of strangers.

He wants to drink something, but the prospect of flagging down the togruta walking around and serving drinks makes him nervous so he opts to remaining still until the discomfort of what he's just done forces him to leave. As he watches everyone around him, he can't help but second-guess his actions, and he wishes, for a split second, that he didn't spend the past few decades behind his armor.

It's only when he shifts his gaze to the bar again that he notices you staring right at him. He ignores the way his chest tightens with how direct your eyes become and he turns away to distract himself with the dancer behind the bar. For a moment, Din thinks it's a coincidence that he met your eyes almost instantly, but when he looks back at you again and finds your gaze unwavering, perhaps a little intense, he realizes you have been staring at him on purpose.

He clenches his fists tightly but refuses to look away, and the less patient part of him wants to get up and walk towards you to ask you if you had a problem with him. He's never one to start a brawl, but gives the vulnerable and uncomfortable circumstances he put himself in, Din doesn't mind getting a little rough with someone who clearly had no sense of self-preservation.

Who the fuck dares to challenge a Mandalorian so openly?

His mind shifts gears when you finally break eye contact with him, and it's only when you start talking to someone else while pointing at him that he finally recognizes what may be happening.

Fuck, maybe you weren't challenging him. Maybe you were just repulsed by him, or perhaps annoyed that he took off his helmet. Maker, maybe you wished he kept it on because that would have made him look more attractive.

Din turns his attention back to his visor and dwells on his actions, his willingness to try and interact with others without the wall that hid him from everyone. This was a mistake, and he's not sure whether he's glad that you were so obvious in your dislike or let down at how pathetic this whole ordeal has been.

He's about to grab his helmet and leave when the togruta walking around the bar stands in front of him.

Din stares at her and says nothing, not knowing why she was standing in front of him when he hadn't ordered anything. He's about to ask her if she needs anything when she places a drink in front of him and begins to move away.

"I didn't order this."

"Hmm, the little darling at the bar did. Said you looked like you needed it. It's paid for." Din stares at her like it's the first time he's seen her species, and he doesn't bother to stop her when she moves to the next table over. He looks down at the large drink before attending to you, only to find you already looking at him with a smile on your pretty face.

Kriff, was he just now noticing how heated your gaze is?

He blinks confusingly at you before he reaches for the drink, and as he sips from it, he sees you leaving the bar and heading his way. Din hopes he can remain calm, but he prays even more that he wasn't misunderstanding this situation like earlier. When you reach his table, you stand to the side and tilt your head down so you can get a better look at him.

"Do you mind if I join you?" You ask softly, and Din swears he's never heard a more angelic sound in his entire life until now. He can't find his voice yet so he nods at you and moves his helmet away to make space for your drink.

Neither of you say anything for perhaps too long, and it's only when Din takes another sip that you finally break the silence.

"It must be terrifying taking that helmet off for the first time."

Din instantly looks at you, eyes filled with nothing but fear and defensiveness as your smile deepens.

"How do you know?"

"Well, if you were used to taking your helmet off...handsome...you wouldn't look like you're about to vomit your insides." He feels his face flush at the compliment, but his embarrassment increases when he registers your words and realizes you're right.

"I- it's not my first time taking it off...but it is my first time taking it off in front of a room full of strangers."

"Hmm, I see." You don't push him, and Din quietly thanks you for not asking him to explain himself to you. The two of you continue in silence for another while until both of your drinks are done, and although he wants to say something, literally anything, to you, he doesn't, and continues to nervously play with the tips of his gloves.

You suddenly move to stand up, and Din isn't sure what's come over him but he instantly shoots his hand towards you and grabs your wrist. You're shocked by the display for a brief moment before you raise a curious eyebrow at him.

"Where are you going?"

"I presumed my presence was making you more uncomfortable so I thought I should leave." You say as if it's the most obvious answer, and Din feels bad for not trying a little harder at being friendly.

"It's not...you- you're not."

"So you want me to stay?" You ask as you return to your seat, albeit a bit closer to him than before.

"Please." The plea is simple, and you smile at him again as you make yourself comfortable.

You expect him to continue with the silence, but he lets go of your wrist and decides to ask you what's been on his mind ever since he noticed you looking at him.

"Why did you come over here?"

"I want to tell you Mando, I really do...but I think I might not help your predicament." You're teasing him, that much he knows, and Din can't help but smile a little when you giggle at him and nod towards the helmet.

"Tell me, please." You never thought you'd hear a Mandalorian say that word twice in a row, and you feel your stomach erupt with butterflies at the prospect of hearing him whisper that same word under different circumstances.

Fuck, would he be soft and sweet as you showed him just how much you want him, or would prefer to be in control as he dragged you outside and fucked you in the alley behind the cantina?

The sudden train of thought snaps you out of your haze and you have to shake your head to not give into the distractions.

"I just thought you might need the company to make this easier...and- ummm, I really wanted to talk to you. I've seen Mandalorians before, but never like you." You shrug your shoulders when he furrows his eyebrows and refuses to look anywhere else but you.

"What do you mean?" He asks, and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was trying to tease you and not genuinely want to understand what you were trying to tell him.

"You're intimidating, and I think you know that. But you also look like you're kind, and sweet...and maybe even shy. I never thought I could see someone like you feel so vulnerable, and it's endearing. And...and-" You know you're being a little too honest, but something tells you that he didn't mind that one bit. In fact, with the way his eyes continue to search your own for some kind of truth, you're sure he was enjoying how truthful and upfront you were being with him.

"And what?"

"And I think you're really handsome. With or without the helmet...but especially without. I- maker, I don't mean to be offensive towards your Creed or anything but I just- you look so...so beautiful."

The silence the follows your confessions is deafening, and you want nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You're about to apologize again when you feel the Mandalorian's hand reach for your own and grip them tightly in between his. The gloves hiding his skin from you feel too hot to the touch but you don't mind it one bit as he traces lines across your fingers and your wrists.

"I- thank you." The sentiment is sweet, too sweet to your liking, because now you really want to show him what you mean when you say you find him handsome. But you know that this may be too much for him already so you nod and continue to stare at your intertwined hands.

"I think you're beautiful too." The compliment shocks you, not because of the nature of it, but because you never thought the man would be able to say such words to you, someone he's met only a few moments ago.

"C-can we go somewhere more quiet?" Din asks, and you nod immediately before you get up and lead him out. You halt for a second when you turn around and see him holding the helmet in his hand.

"Do you want to put it on? Just so you can feel more comfortable?" You give him the option, knowing he might experience some form of sensory overload if he walked out into the cold air.

"No, I- I'm okay."

"Okay Mando." You smile and push open the doors of the cantina to walk outside. But before you can go too far, Mando stops and pulls you back towards him. You trip over your feet at the sudden motion, and fall into his chest. This close, you can smell the natural musk of his scent mixed with something otherworldly, and you decide that you very much like how he smells. But then your eyes shift to his lips and you realize that his taste might be even better. You lick your own subconsciously, and gulp down your nervousness when you feel his hand push away a few strands of hair hiding you from him.

"Din."

"Hmm?" So busy committing this moment to memory, you don't realize what he said until he smiles down at you and nudges your nose playfully to get you to pay attention to him.

"My name mesh'la, it's Din."

"Oh." The reality of what he just revealed to you washes over you in an instant, and you decide that you may as well do what you've wanted to do ever since he walked in and sat down in the darkened corner.

"I want you to remember my name sweet girl, so you know it wasn't a random Mandalorian that pleasured you all night long." It's the last thing he whispers to you before he leans down and touches your lips with your own. It's far from an innocent kiss, and you moan into him as he forces your lips open and swallows your desperation. His hands roam down your back and pull you impossible closer to him, the action making you clench your thighs tightly with anticipation.

When he breaks the kiss, you feel a little dizzy and hold onto him so you don't lose your balance again.

"I- I thought you've never done this before?" The smirk he graces you with makes you wet, and you gulp down your nerves when you realize that may not have been a correct assumption.

"You'd be surprised by how handy blindfolds can be."

It takes a while for the teasing comment to finally settle in, and you bite into your lower lip as realization washes over you.

Fuck, he wasn't soft at all.

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian fanfiction #pedro pascal #the helmet comes off #hehe #this was fun

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Friendship Blossoms

Summary: y/n and Alejandro have been friends forever. Will they realize their feelings for each other early enough or will it be too late?

Story written by AI/ChatGPT because I am the most uncreative person this planet ever witnessed 🤣 don‘t like ChatGPT written stories, don‘t read it. Hate messages and name calling is unnecessary!

Y/N and Alejandro had been best friends for as long as they could remember. They had grown up together, sharing countless adventures and creating lasting memories. Their bond was unbreakable, and they understood each other in ways that no one else could.

One evening, Y/N and Alejandro found themselves out for dinner with their friends Ansu, Ferran, and Eric. They had decided to try a new restaurant in town, excited for a night of good food and even better company. As they settled into their seats, the group engaged in lively conversation and laughter.

Y/N couldn't help but notice the tomatoes on her plate. She had always despised them, their taste and texture never appealing to her palate. Alejandro, being the observant friend that he was, noticed her hesitation and the way she discreetly pushed the tomatoes aside.

Without a word, Alejandro reached over and plucked the tomatoes from Y/N's plate, causing her to raise an eyebrow in surprise. He grinned mischievously before popping them into his mouth and chewing with exaggerated satisfaction. Y/N burst into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief.

Their friends Ansu, Ferran, and Eric, who had been engrossed in their own conversation, suddenly grew quiet. They exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the subtle chemistry between Y/N and Alejandro. It was in the way they mirrored each other's movements, unknowingly imitating each other. Alejandro scratched the back of his neck while speaking to Y/N, and she absentmindedly fiddled with her thumbs while talking to him.

As the evening progressed, Y/N and Alejandro continued to share secret smiles and inside jokes. They seamlessly finished each other's sentences, their connection evident to anyone paying close attention. Ansu, Ferran, and Eric observed all of this, their smiles growing wider as they witnessed the unspoken bond between their two friends.

Yet, the group chose to keep their observations to themselves. They understood that Y/N and Alejandro's relationship was special, and perhaps something more than just friendship was blossoming between them. However, they also respected their friends' journey and the timing of when they chose to acknowledge their feelings.

The night carried on, filled with laughter and camaraderie. Y/N and Alejandro enjoyed every moment together, cherishing the friendship that had grown into something deeper. While their friends might have noticed the romantic attraction blooming, they wisely chose not to say anything, content with allowing Y/N and Alejandro to navigate their own path.

And so, as the evening drew to a close, Y/N and Alejandro said their goodbyes to Ansu, Ferran, and Eric, with promises to meet again soon. They walked side by side, their steps in sync, the unspoken understanding between them shining bright.

Little did they know that their friends had their backs, silently cheering for them, and excited to see where their blossoming friendship would lead. Y/N and Alejandro's journey was just beginning, filled with countless more moments, adventures, and a love that was meant to last.

Despite their friends' subtle hints and the undeniable chemistry between them, Y/N and Alejandro remained oblivious to their deepening feelings for each other. Their friendship continued to flourish, filled with shared adventures and unwavering support. Little did they know that their friends, especially Ferran, had grown tired of their obliviousness.

One evening, Alejandro decided to host a get-together at his house, inviting their close circle of friends. The atmosphere was vibrant, with laughter echoing through the rooms as everyone enjoyed each other's company. Ferran, unable to hold back his frustration any longer, took Alejandro aside to have a heart-to-heart conversation.

As they stood on the balcony, Ferran mustered the courage to address the elephant in the room. "Alejandro, I can't help but notice the undeniable connection between you and Y/N," he began, his voice laced with sincerity. "Are you sure there's nothing going on between the two of you?"

Alejandro's brows furrowed as he denied Ferran's assumptions. "We're just friends, Ferran. I've told you that multiple times," he replied, sounding slightly exasperated. He couldn't understand why Ferran kept bringing it up.

Ferran, determined to open Alejandro's eyes, took a deep breath. "Well, if there's truly nothing going on between the two of you, then you won't mind if I ask her out on a date, do you?" he challenged, hoping to shake Alejandro out of his denial.

Taken aback by Ferran's proposition, Alejandro felt a twinge of unease in his heart. He couldn't imagine Y/N going on a date with someone else.

Meanwhile, Y/N had stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air, unknowingly approaching the pivotal conversation. Ferran turned to her, a gentle smile on his face. "Y/N, would you like to go out on a date with me?" he asked, hoping she would agree.

Caught off guard by Ferran's request, Y/N's mind raced. She knew she didn't have romantic feelings for him, but she also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Curiosity tinged within her, and she made a decision.

"I'd be happy to go on a date with you, Ferran," she replied, her voice filled with sincerity.

Ferran's smile widened, he knew that this date would serve as an eye-opener for both Alejandro and Y/N, regardless of the outcome. The two of them didn’t even realize when Alejandro had fled inside halfway through their conversation.

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Y/N and Ferran spent the day together, walking around the city, sharing laughter, and building memories.

As the day drew to a close, Ferran found a moment of vulnerability and honesty with Y/N. "I need to tell you something," he confessed, his gaze filled with genuine care. "I don't have any romantic feelings for you, Y/N. I asked you out to make Alejandro see what he's been blind to all this time. I hope this opens his eyes and helps him realize his own feelings for you."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude for Ferran's selflessness. She hugged him tightly, thanking him for being such an incredible friend. Deep down, she knew that her feelings for Alejandro ran deeper than friendship, and Ferran's gesture had given her the clarity she needed.

As Y/N and Ferran shared the heartfelt hug, a passing fan recognized them and quickly snapped a photo without their knowledge. Oblivious to the consequences, they continued their conversation, unaware of the digital evidence.

Later that evening, Alejandro happened to come across the photo while browsing through social media. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Y/N and Ferran wrapped in a tight embrace. A pang of jealousy coursed through him, prompting a flurry of emotions he couldn't ignore.

Realization dawned upon Alejandro. The sight of Y/N and Ferran together awakened something within him, stirring up the truth that he had been denying for far too long. He needed to act, to find Y/N and confront his own feelings before it was too late.

In a whirlwind of emotions, Alejandro jumped into his car and sped toward Y/N's house, determined to pour his heart out to her. His mind raced with a million thoughts, wondering if he had already lost his chance or if there was still hope.

Arriving at her house, Alejandro anxiously stepped out of his car and walked up to her front door. With every passing second, his heart pounded louder, echoing in his ears. However, as he waited, his gaze fell upon the approaching headlights of a car. It was Ferran, dropping Y/N off after their day together.

Alejandro's heart sank, realizing that he might have missed his opportunity. He decided to remain at the front door, hoping to speak with Y/N, even if it meant facing the possibility of rejection.

Y/N, still immersed in the joy of spending time with Ferran, stepped out of the car, her smile fading as she noticed Alejandro standing by her front door. Confusion flickered across her face, mingling with a hint of anticipation.

Ferran, sensing the weight of the situation, stepped back, giving Y/N and Alejandro the space they needed. "I'll leave you two to talk," he said gently, offering Y/N a reassuring smile before departing.

As Y/N approached Alejandro, her eyes filled with concern. "Alejandro, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "Y/N, seeing that photo today made me realize something. I've been blind to my own feelings for you, but jealousy and the fear of losing you forced me to confront the truth." His voice trembled with vulnerability as he continued, "I love you, Y/N. I've loved you for a long time."

Y/N's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in Alejandro's words. The whirlwind of emotions she had experienced throughout the day suddenly came to a halt, and clarity washed over her.

"You... you love me?" she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of disbelief and joy.

Alejandro nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Yes, I do. I can't imagine my life without you, Y/N. Please, tell me if there's still a chance for us."

A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she smiled, tears glistening in her eyes. "Alejandro, I've loved you for as long as I can remember. I've been waiting for you to realize it. There's not only a chance, but my heart has always belonged to you."

In that moment, everything fell into place. Alejandro and Y/N embraced, their hearts finally aligned. The photo that had inadvertently brought their feelings to the surface had led them to this defining moment of love and clarity.

As they stood together on Y/N's doorstep, a newfound understanding and an unbreakable bond enveloped them. The journey that began with friendship had transformed into a love story that would continue to unfold, capturing the hearts of all those around them.

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Y/N and Alejandro's newfound love bloomed, filling their lives with joy, affection, and a beautiful connection that seemed to light up every room they entered. Their friends, couldn't help but notice the change in their dynamic and the overwhelming happiness radiating from the couple.

Ferran, being the playful and mischievous friend that he was, couldn't resist teasing Y/N and Alejandro about their lovey-dovey behavior. He would often grin and say, "You know, you two owe your relationship to me. If it weren't for that photo, who knows how long it would've taken you to confess your love!"

Y/N and Alejandro would exchange playful glances, unable to deny the truth in Ferran's words. They appreciated his role in nudging them towards their own realization of love, and they openly expressed their gratitude.

"Of course, Ferran," Y/N would say, laughter dancing in her voice. "You're the unofficial matchmaker who brought us together. You've earned the title of best man at our wedding, without a doubt!"

Alejandro would playfully add, "And don't forget, you'll be the godfather to our first child. You've become an integral part of our love story!"

The three friends would share hearty laughs and playful banter, cherishing the bond they had forged through years of friendship. Ferran's teasing became a constant reminder of the journey that had brought Y/N and Alejandro together, and they cherished every moment.

As time went on, Y/N and Alejandro's love only deepened. Their relationship grew stronger, and they embarked on new adventures together, supporting each other through thick and thin. Ferran stood by their side, witnessing the beauty of their love story unfold.

When the day of their wedding finally arrived, Ferran stood proudly by Alejandro's side as his best man. He wore a heartfelt smile, knowing that he had played a small part in their journey to this momentous occasion. The ceremony was filled with love, laughter, and overwhelming joy, as Y/N and Alejandro exchanged their vows, promising to love and cherish each other for a lifetime.

True to their word, Ferran became the doting godfather to their first child, supporting Y/N and Alejandro as they embraced the joys and challenges of parenthood. Together, the three friends formed an unbreakable bond, rooted in years of shared memories and an unspoken understanding of the love that had brought them together.

As Y/N, Alejandro, and Ferran continued to navigate their intertwined lives, their friendship remained a constant source of strength and support.

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ayakaack · 6 months

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P A N T A L O N E S M U T

hate myself<3 I honestly do

I hope you enjoy this

Also this is a smut so please be warned

it was also rushed

CLEARING SOMETHING

I originally made this on Wattpad but reposted it on Tumblr, In case I lost my account again 😔

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You first wake up near some random people you didn't know but you only knew one of them, Childe

He laughed at you trying to get up realising that you where tied up to a pole, you didn't show any sort of interest in that since this wasn't your first time being tied up to something

Until you noticed that everyones eyes where on you,you now seemed nervous since you didn't really like when people would just stare you down

But one person caught your attention a tall dark haired man , he saw you looking at him as you quickly turned your gase to Childe in front of you

Childe was still laughing at you "what a jerk you are" you spat out at the ginger

He looked at you after you said that as if he wasn't paying attention before he lifted your head and and started making jokes about your facial expressions that you made when he lifted your head to look at him

But when he did that something someone stoped him from doing something else it was the same tall man that you had seen before

But other than that you where confused on why you where tied up there to a pole freezing with the land you where in

But you where feeling hot on the inside for some reason, a woman walked up to you the woman had white and black hair not to lie she was attractive

She told you or so reminded you of why you where there she said something about you trying to ruin the fatui's plans with getting what they want, she said in a rough tone

She then went on the tell you her name and the others in case you had forgotten she said her name was Arlecchino and the tall man you where looking at was Pantalone ,pulcinella,Childe,

Sandrone,capitano,dottore and Pierro

Nothing really came to mind when hearing these names since you didn't know any of them only Childe since you met him once in your travels to liyue

But now you knew the name of the tall handsome man you where looking at before Pantalone...

Pantalone seemed to notice you looking at him and something in him clicked now admiring your facial expressions and your body , you looked at him and he saw you he wasn't bothered to look away only moving his glasses to get a better look

You started blushing in a way , after a while Childe noticed you he looked at you wondering if you where cold he did see that you where in a reveling outfit he decided to find something to cover you up

whiles leaving the room trying to look for something to cover you up with Mr pantalone took of his coat and put it on you he was wearing something under it that kept him warm for the moment he just looked down at you

With his stare on your body in his coat , as childe got back he saw you with a coat already he just said "well thats good because I couldn't find anything" putting his arms up just trying to be sarcastic like usual

But his face was now flushed with that pink tone because of seeing you in his coat in such a reveling underneath now he was wondering what you would look like without that outfit and just his coat on nothing else and just that, and now he was imagining you on his lap without anything on

He quickly left the room going to somewhere else, and leaving you alone with this ginger whom started telling you some random stories about plants that he found out

After a while of childes talking,they untied you from the pole and left you with a warning if you ever mess with their plans again they'll kill you

After that you woke up in your house now feeling safe you got out of your bed because they had drugged you to bring you back

As you got out of your bed you didn't feel like you alone it felt like someone was there in your room with you, but you just got up and walked to the bathroom getting ready to shower but before you got in the shower you heard something fall in your room which was strange you left the bathroom to your bed room and saw something on your bed it was a coat not just any kind it was 'his' coat you wondered who brought it there since it wasn't there before but you just shook it off

You got into the shower and started showering and when you got out someone picked you up and threw you on your bed , now you where scared but looking up you saw pantalone over your body

He started moving the hair out of your face with a soft touch he was strange untill he spoke up asking if you where okay with him ... Kissing you

You where blushing and shook your head in response,but he wouldn't just take that he then spoke up

"I want to hear you beg for me"

He said

You started begging him to kiss you

And so he did pinning you down on the bed and taking your breath away when he removed his lips from yours you let out a soft gasp for air before he started kissing your neck and then going down yourself body but before he asked for consent (consent is good) you said yes to that and he removed the towel from your body now leaving you completely naked under him he was now just staring at you admiring your beautiful features and then he started with his kissing again

Those kiss's that left you breathless for a moment because this was a new feeling for you and then he started biting on your skin making your yelp in pain since you didn't expect that

He then took off some of his clothes taking off his pants since you where already looking you saw how big he was you started blushing and wondering how you where supposed to take all of that in

As you get up from your position you started teasing him making him grab your hands and looking straight in your eyes but you just pressed a kiss on his lips making him let go of your hands and then you made him sit as you sat on his lap and started playing with his member and he let out small moans covering his mouth

But you stopped and he let out a small whine as you move his hands from his mouth and kissed him again and now he was completely hard

You felt his arms go to your waist and he grabbed your waist as he whispered something in your ear

He said "if you really want me then I want to hear you call my name and beg" because then he grabbed a pillow and put it behind your back and got down to your part and started playing with you, you gasp in pleasure with his mouth on you and with the fact you where sensitive you came almost as quickly as he began

Now that you where a little pleased with him he bend you over the pillow and got a condom and aligned himself with you, you where a little scared with the fact that this was your first time doing something like this

As he slowly pushed his tip in you maoned out but slowly but surely he started pushing the rest in with your face in the pillow and him trying to fit himself in you you both where now moaning

Once he had gotten his full member inside of you, he looked and saw that his member was bulging in your tummy he didn't realize how big he really was I guess

Then he started moving his hips as he did so you started moaning his name because of his size you grabbed on to the bed for support as he grabbed your waist but he wasted no time at all Letting you get used to him he already started pounding you , making you scream and soon little tears started going down from your eyes from both the pleasure and pain you where feeling

And them you came all over his dick making your breaths very steady but he still continued on you the sound of skin clapping together filled the air along with both of your moans

He soon came aswell but still continued going more rough this time as he picked you off the pillow and made you start jumping on his lap your body was completely numb with pleasure so he had to help you with that, making you look like a doll that he was playing with

You came again, putting your head on his shoulder he kissed you many times trying to cover up the pain but nothing worked but you didn't mind since all you where feeling was purely bliss and pleasure, you had grabbed his hair as you came another time which surprised him

He whispered again asking of you couldn't handle him and saying little complements that you could bearly hear since he was still going so rough with you, then he slowed down pulling out his cock from you he took off the condom and came over your stomach

After that he picked up your pleasure-ful body and cleaned you off once he was done cleaning you off he sat you on the bed asking if you where okay

he layed near you cupping your face with his hands as you where still a bit out of breath you kissed him and reassured him that you where okay

She laughed slightly putting his coat over you again now he was pleased seeing your body trying to get a breather after that he kissed you good night and as you fell right to sleep he could only admir your body

He was happy he could please you

Knowing that he would do that again and again only to see you and hear your moans as you scream his name and grab his hair

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A U T H O R S N O T E (10/21/2023)

BTW THIS ORIGINALLY WAS MY FIRST WRITING EVER, and since then I'm no longer posting about genshin smut cause I'm no longer in the "fandom"

So I will continue writing different stuff but might no longer post genshin content for a while/never unless it's a repost of the rest of these stories I made a year ago

The original was made (7/11/2022)

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ALRIGHT IM DONE WITH THIS ONE

Sorry I know it was bad I'm sorry:/ and I also apologize for any spelling mistakes I'm not the best at spelling

Also this could be gender neutral just read it how you want to read it, but thank you!💗 For reading it ,this is my first time wright smut in a way

And if you want me to make more of these I can even though they have better ones out there I'm glad you stayed 💗

Also have a wonderful day or night!💗

#genshin smut #genshin pantalone #pantalone #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #pantalone smut #pantalone x reader #pantalone x you

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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Koi to Dangan - By Mino Nozomi (8/10)

I think this one has a pretty big cult following. There's a live action Japanese drama series based on it! The cover art for this looks nice, and the leading man is attractive, but beware. Our female lead suffers from my-eyes-are-so-huge-they-look-alien syndrome. No one else has the huge shoujo eyes, so she kinda stands out in a bad way.

Welcome to the world of Koi to Dangan! It's an unrealistic fantasy land where Yakuza gangsters deeply respect women. Oya, a thirty five year old gang leader, never lets women get involved in his battles. He safely escorts the poor things away from gunfights that he causes. He's a hero. He's a level ten woman respecter. Yes there's some old timey sexism in this. Yes there's a huge age gap in this. Yes, half the chapters are sex scenes. Hear me out. Oya is a yandere. He admits it. He literally says he's "dominant and possessive".

Oya has been in relationships before. Duh. He's thirty five, but he quickly falls in love with a twenty year old college student. He seduces her with great sex, money, and his soft side. Before you keep reading beware. Some of the lines in this are painfully awkward. It's not unreadable though, because the drama is dramatic.

Shit happens in this.

Nobody stands around doing nothing.

This is Yuri. She's a college student. She played lots of sports in high school and she's pretty strong, even though she's skinny. Everybody says she looks like a model. She doesn't date. She wants her man to love her for who she is. She doesn't want to be treated like a trophy.

So later she becomes a housewife of course.

Oya is actually pretty good boyfriend material. He develops feelings for Yuri after she beats up a group of perverts with a chair. He saves her. His manliness attracts her, and they become a couple after she watches him get shot. When she sees him bleed she knows she cares for him. She can't resist him, even though she knows he's dangerous.

Oya isn't just a killer. He's smart. When Yuri gets kidnapped by this awful rapey Russian guy he plans ahead. He uses Russian guy's narcissism to defeat him. Sidenote there's alot of weird fetish stuff in this story. Yuri is in lingerie in every other chapter. I honestly think the male character designs in this are nice. The older women also look nice. Yuri, specifically, looks like a toothpick alien. The way she's designed kinda ruins the scenes she's in. Anyway every man she meets is horny for her, and Oya has to fight them off.

There's a honeymoon arc. We find out that both sides of this couple are pretty damn toxic. They don't need anyone else. They only need each other. Yuri lies to everyone in her life. She says she's not dating anyone, but she moves in with Oya. Her parents don't even know she's dating him. Oyas family also tries to break them up, but it doesn't work.

There are three entire chapters dedicated to an extreme biting fetish/sex stuff. Oya says he wants to see Yuri covered in his marks. She wants the same thing. They spend like an entire day biting each other. It's disgusting, but hey it made me pay attention and erotic mangas are boring 99% of the time.

After the honeymoon there's an Evil Sexy Older Woman arc. Choko has been madly in love with Oya for five years. She decides to use Yuri to get close to him. Unfortunately she's crazy so she goes too far. She wants to hurt Yuri. She comes up with a complicated plan to get Oya's attention, and she buys some rapists to use on Yuri. It's pretty fucked up. The rape almost actually happens, but Yuri isn't completely brain dead. She noticed that Choko is weird, so she calls Oya for help. When Choko lures her out ten bodyguards are waiting in the shadows.

Choko is defeated and out of the way in three chapters.

This is Jin. He's a young hot police officer. He's Yuri's childhood friend, and he's madly in love with her. He's not a moron, so he knows Yuri is dating a criminal. He says he'll marry her and take care of her instead. By the way Yuri has like no dreams and she's shit at everything besides sports and being pretty. She was like...created to be a pretty stay at home wife. That gets super grating.

Jin steals Yuri.

This happens.

Bye.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #manga review #Koi to Dangan

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