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#im a man but my attraction to her is not straight
jorrated · 1 month
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does this makes sense?
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mrdyketator · 2 years
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i wish i knew some actual gay people irl; it's so isolating
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11bountyhunters · 1 year
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There's a difference between "all men are trash" and "all men are trash"
it's subtle but it's there.
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mothheart · 1 year
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Idk what I was doing or what I had searched but I just remember this one time I saw someone say something like 'trans men need to stfu about jk Rowling bc she only harms trans women' like sorry what. How did we even get to this point when did a majority of people start assuming the t*rf queen only harms trans women. Why do so many people have this belief that trans men experience No Opression
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mejomonster · 1 year
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Thank you again Silent Reading for pandering to me specifically as a demi ToT
#silent reading#lb#i mean ANYONE can enjoy it#but its rare i GET nice 7 years of relationship forming and emotional connection and platonic bonding#THEN nearly a book canon year of flirting and gradual relationship crush Developing and gradual mutual attraction building#and THEN still a somewhat controlled pace in the established relationship of STILL casually building trust#like. thats my ideal man. nothing i hate more than love at first sight ToT silent reading is incapablr of being love at first sight thank#fuck. even tao ran and his straight crysh! he liked her since middle school! a nicr LONG TERM SLOW BUILDING CRUSH thank you priest#Guardian gets a pass cause 1 fucker is always in love like 10k years lol. but genetally i just CANNOT click with love at first sight#tian ya ke gets a pass cause. thank fuck they dont trust esch other so dont IMMEDIATELY get together#which tbh may be why i like enemies/investigating each other to lovers. it forces the romance to slow down and build trust gradually#even if dreaded love at first sighy occurs#(nothing wrong with love at first sight! im just lol enjoying a romance story i can fucking relate to ToT#its rare i get spoiled with one i really can just relax and fully relate to. also.... not necessary or related byt#its very easy to headcanon fei du as demiromantic. given he only crushed on maybe 2 people. possibly only 1 tbh. and it took years of trust#building befote he Could crush. and his very Disconnected emptionally to the Actions Performance of courting/flirting is MEGA relatable)
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Ive said this a billion times but I am really really really thinking I am immune to gender roles bc of my ADHD or something bc like was talking to my friend and she was saying a coworker of hers who is a woman communicates very masculine especially in messages
And like I try not to be a dick about it but like if u tell me a woman communicates masculine I need to ask like what you actually mean and like she like basically gave the example of using exclamations and like checking in yada yada and like when I hear that im like
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maxellminidisc · 1 year
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Still think one of the funniest things my mom's ever said was when she was just like "I realized you werent joking about the bi thing cause the way you talk about men is soooo...gay?" and the way she pronounced gay was like she was contemplating whether or not using it was offensive and or accurate LMAO
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b1rds3ye · 7 months
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hi !! ^_^
SO I SAW UR MASKED READER STUFF
so like this is gonna be a masked reader thing but
so reader always wears the mask, and like with 141 maybe johnny randomly asks for her to take it off, not expecting anything, and then they takes it off and HEHEHHEE :3
LIKE MODEL KINDA BEAUTY/ATTRACTIVENESS THAT CATCHES HIM OFF hehehhe
idk im like high idk if ur taking requests u can ignore this
HIHI IM SO GLAD PEOPLE ENJOYED MASKED READER CAUSE I GOT SO EXCITED WHEN THE IDEA POPPED INTO MY BRAIN SKDJSKDJS
Personally I don’t want to say “model attractiveness” because it can get a lil alienating for a lot of people but I know for a FACT that regardless of what you look like under the mask Johnny is down horrendously bad.
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His curiosity has himself watching you when he thinks you’re not aware of his staring. Every sliver of skin that might have shown when your mask rides up your neck, to how the fabric of your mask hugs your feature. He doesn’t speculate per se, but he observes and anything he notices he drinks up like a man starved. Every contour and edge under your mask is something more about you that he’s falling in love with.
Johnny is inquisitive, he is direct, but he is never disrespectful. He may have joked about how you always wear your mask but he’s never pressured you and has accepted that a mission will probably take him out before he can see your face.
What he didn’t expect was for you to suddenly take off your mask in base, sweltering because some dumbass broke the indoor heating system.
“You can look,” you say idly upon noticing how Johnny sits rigidly beside you. Back straight, eyes forward staring at the details of the far end wall like he was a private once again.
“Y’sure?”
“Positive.”
Johnny dares the slow heavy trip of his head turning to see yours and god damn he needs to track down whoever broke the heating and thank them for this blessed opportunity.
“Steamin’ bloody Jesus…”
Johnny finds himself falling in love all over again. He was not mentally prepared to see you unmasked, his eyes roaming across your features like it was the last time he was going to see you. He took it all in, trying desperately to burn it into his mind. So this is what you were hiding, he had half the mind to accuse you of gate keeping such a sight.
“Keep your mouth open like that and you’re going to catch flies.”
He immediately shuts his mouth but a smile is creeping up instead. Giving you an encouraging nudge of the arm, Johnny does not look away once.
“Yer a real looker, you know.”
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
You reply with a smile of your own and it’s as if the heavens have opened up to him and him alone. He’s glad you don’t seem bothered with him looking at you because he really isn’t going to stop anytime soon.
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coeurify · 9 months
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I have no idea how this would fit into an storyline but I am a hoe for fake dating. Imagine fake dating with abby and it slowly becoming too real
UGH YOU GET ME FAKE DATING IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES!!
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⋆˚✿˖° now, abby anderson had a problem. specifically a blonde, brown eyed loud mouthed man of a problem. owen fucking moore. she had broken up with him in the summer time, little explanation given to the ass of a boyfriend other than that she needed to “find herself.” (not that she needed to give any.)
⋆˚✿˖° but owen? oh owen didn’t accept that. so from the very moment abby had broken it off, to when the air began to smell like fall.. he pestered abby. asked for a reason, begged for another chance (despite HIM going around with damn near every girl on the WLF compound.)
⋆˚✿˖° things came to a head at a get together in one of abby and owen’s mutual friend’s apartment style quarters. mutual friend who also happened to be your roommate.
⋆˚✿˖° abby and owen fought all night, abby’s cheeks red from embarrassment and anger, eyebrows furrowed together. “why can’t you just take no for an answer owen?“ the cup in her hand crackled a bit under the pressure when the man scoffed. “because you never give me a real answer!” abby’s arms crossed at that, searching around the room. quickly, and maybe a little impulsively, she shrugged. “i’m into someone else now.”
⋆˚✿˖° owen just couldn’t accept that, his arms thrown around dramatically. “so you like another guy? that’s why you wont give me another chance? you know i can treat you better.” that sentence alone reminded abby just why she hated being with him so much, but again that fast moving brain of hers spoke before the thought could finish, finger pointing in the direction of the first person she found.. you. “it’s not a guy. it’s a girl. im not.. into your..” abby made a motion, “species anymore.” sure, it was sort of true. abby recently realized she probably had a thing for girls, but you particularly? she couldn’t count on her fingers the amount of conversations she had with. “i like her.”
⋆˚✿˖° you, who’s head poked up, mouth full of slightly stale chips, having heard the whole conversation. abby anderson, beautiful, funny, madeyouweakintheknees, abby anderson was into you? and not straight? surely not. you swallowed harshly, deciding to play into whatever game abby seemed to have set on the floor. you made your way over, an award winning smile on your face as owen’s mouth dropped open further than a damn infected. “You like her? as in girls?”
⋆˚✿˖° honestly, you probably caused more trouble when you stood near the two, “abs!” you grinned, “you forgot your jacket here.. cmere ill grab it for you.” and then your hand is wrapped around her tensed bicep, the stiffness likely caused by her pure shock you even played along. still, she used it as an out from the devil with blonde locks, shrugging almost apologetically at owen before letting you whisk her away.
⋆˚✿˖° and that night, after everyone but you and abby had stumbled out of the cramped room, which was still humid and heavy, you made the plan. with a pen that had little ink left, scratching against the water damaged pages of the notebook you tucked under your pillow, you wrote the words “project get rid of owen moore.” which ok, in retrospect sounded really bad. but you were a little tipsy.
⋆˚✿˖° the plan was easy. play the role of abby’s first girlfriend, convince owen she was totally not into him or men anymore. what did you get out of it? a spot on the top dog abby anderson’s patrol team. something you had been vying for this year. abby agreed, although a little hesitantly. she promised she had picked you only because its who her pointed finger found first. not any actual attraction. you swallowed down the hit to your ego that brought.
⋆˚✿˖° and honestly? the plan went on pretty steadily. you were a damn good fake girlfriend if you had to admit it, and abby didn’t hate being around you. in fact, she really enjoyed being around you. she enjoyed how easily your fingers reached down, tapping on her palm to fing a way to hold her hand whenever one of owen’s posey was around. she enjoyed how you leaned in whenever owen passed by, your lips on her ear, whispering anything you knew would have her smiling. a fake smile of course.
⋆˚✿˖° you two had some pretty strict rules. no kissing, no extreme touchiness, absolutely no spilling to anyone this was fake, and the most important.. no real feelings. you had come up with a backstory, one you two had studied together. (you two met in the training room after your roommate introduced you two and totally hit it off. abby got you a spot on her team next to her and manny, and feeling bloomed from there.) abby added in a few details she knew would piss owen off.. and you sealed your lips shut to follow the rules.
⋆˚✿˖° the first few weeks were easy. you liked spending time around abby. you enjoyed how she smiled, you laughed at all the jokes she cracked (for the fake dating points of course..), and you loved training with her. you had to ignore the shiver her hands on your shoulders or waist gave, knowing it was just to help your position. “you have to fix your stance if you plan on fighting scars..” abby huffed.
⋆˚✿˖° the problem started in october. a month and a half into your fake dating plan. tens of lunches spent alone together, a handful of new hair styles you begged to try on abby, and around 5 missions out of the base, in. there was a party, one you demanded the two of you go to one day as you lounged on abby’s bunk— watching as she cleaned up manny’s mess across the room. “if we dress up together, owen will totally finally get off your case,” you assured, bringing a loud sigh from the blonde. “oh my god.. fine.”
⋆˚✿˖° you went as a angel and devil, simple enough to easy stitch together some devil horns for yourself and an angel halo you found in an old broken down store in the city for abby. no way did you admit the trouble you went for to find it to abs, especially not as she easily pulled her shirt off in front of you, totally clueing you in to where the nickname came from as she shoved on the white teeshirt.
⋆˚✿˖° see, the no kissing rule was an important one, but vodka made everything seem less important, and owen was awfully loud that night, scoffing any time you smiled and leaned into your angel, head band tilting off your head, which abby fixed with a grin. “you two act more like friends than people fucking each other,” owen scoffed as he pressed by you two, the words pounding in abby’s ears over the loud mingling voices.
⋆˚✿˖° “kiss me,” abby called over the old cd that played on the speakers, her cheeks red with anger— blue eyes flicking around. “what?” you laughed, thinking back to rule number 1. “i know we said no— no kissing but i just.. oh my god just kiss me,” abby muttered, her large hands gripping your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss, one she was sure owen was watching on to. one you melted into, sucking her lip in between yours.
⋆˚✿˖° that had been a breaking point, ragged breaths and heated necks as you pulled away. it lead to more excuses with less validity being used when the two of you stared at each other’s lips. stepping down the stairs of the base, eyes catching on someone who just looked like owen. “kiss me,” abby muttered quickly, and you wasted no time to turn your head and fill your nose with the scent of pine as you leaned in.
⋆˚✿˖° the no kissing rule crossed off right before the no touchiness one did, that one had been scribbled off completely when abby began pulling you into her lap in group functions, one soft hand rubbing up against your side as she whispered in your ear, “jus’ for show.”
⋆˚✿˖° just for show of course, but you screamed into your pillow for so long that night you almost thought the walls of your room would crumble down along with the barrier you put between you and the blonde.
⋆˚✿˖° kisses and touchiness turned to nights spent in abby’s room, mornings waking up and having abby’s shirt thrown at your face. “wear that, owen got it for me when we were dating.” sure, you probably should be ashamed to be wearing the clothes of a girl who didn’t like you, but the frown on owen’s face made it worth it.
⋆˚✿˖° that last rule, the one that didn’t have pen strokes over the letters, the one locked behind awkward coughs and side glances, well you weren’t sure who broke it first. you dont know why feelings came into play, but you sure do know it happened.
⋆˚✿˖° you felt it first when abby didn’t talk to you for a few days. you saw her across the stadium with nora, her head tilted back lightly in a laugh at something the other girl said. that was the first time you felt the needle sized ache in your heart, one that only ripped further when owen shoulder checked you on his way by, “better get your girl. she slips away easily.”
⋆˚✿˖° maybe that rule had been broken when abby stormed into your room, met with the sight of you on the couch with some other blonde girl, an old tape of a southern movie mid way through when anderson scoffed and demanded the girl get out. she did so in a hurry, scrambling for her sweatshirt as a frown grew on your lips. “abby what the fuck?” you scoff, watching her eyebrows unfurrow lightly. “you can’t have other girls over! it fucks with our plan,” she accused, though she stumbled lightly over the words. “she’s just a friend, abby.”
⋆˚✿˖° however, the night you sat in your bed, breath heavy and eyes stinging as you broke through the paper with the pen, scratching over the words “no real feelings,” that came in the end of november.
⋆˚✿˖° your head was pressed into abby’s shoulder, yawning and closing your eyes as the movie played on a big sheet, a biweekly occurrence in the WLF base. abby had pressed to your cheek, placing a kiss to it that had some sort of butterfly attack take fruition in your stomach. you two didn’t even know if owen or his friends were around, and they for sure were not the reason of abby’s hand linking into yours as you two walked toward her room later that night. you both seemed to realize that when you reached her door and she leaned forward just lightly, as if to kiss you.
⋆˚✿˖° she cleared her throat, licking over the lips you wanted to capture again. “i think-” she said suddenly, squeezing her eyes closed. “i think owen really believes it now.” you could feel your heart sinking to the empty stomach that laid below your chest, knowing what came next. “i think we should break up.” abby finished, quick to add, “fake break up.”
⋆˚✿˖° you nodded along silently to the story she built still standing in her doorway. miscommunication, arguments, differing plans, the whole shebang— anything to make the breakup believable. you agreed, but the moment her door shut, a half smile and thank you sitting on her lips as the door locked, you felt the tears prick your eyes.
⋆˚✿˖° you wiped quickly at the tears, your hand slapped over the aching chest you swore betrayed you. you sucked in shallow breaths, shaky hands finding your own door as your vision went blurry.
⋆˚✿˖° as your pen broke through the white sheet of paper, you cursed your own heart. you cursed it for being so easy to rip from your chest, presented on a platter for a blonde who only saw it as a fake replica. you threw the notebook across the floor, hand slapping over your mouth so your roommate wouldn’t wake as you sobbed into it. surely you had been the only one to break that rule, but that didn’t matter now.
⋆˚✿˖° but you were wrong. not that you could know that. a five minute walk away, abby breathed out slowly as her fingers scraped though the braid she was undoing, an odd stinging pricked at the corner of her lashes. she knew she did the right thing. she knew it as soon as her lips searched for your own at her doorway tonight. so why did it feel so bad? why did her hands tremble as she pulled out her blanket and climbed under it, squeezing her eyes shut.
⋆˚✿˖° if this was all fake, why did the break up feel so real?
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angstics · 1 year
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i finally articulated my opinion on my "is gerard way doing drag" question. my definition of drag is when a person impersonates, exaggerates, or appropriates a mode of gender expression. drag can be artistic or political (or both). drag can be an identity. drag and transgender identity are confused as the same thing. for some, it is. what is considered cross dressing can also be considered drag. it's important to note that drag is essential to queer culture, and how the us government harasses queer people through cross dressing, and now anti-drag, laws. we wouldnt be here talking about pop artists doing drag without drag performers and nonbinary-trans-gnc people.
to some people, a self-identified man in a female-identified dress is drag. "cross dressing" depends on cishet norms. queer people, especially nonbinary-trans-gnc people, have called to dismantle the assignment of gender to clothing. under that lens, a man in a dress is just a man in a dress -- for it to be drag, context and intent matters. that's how you get women doing female drag, or androgynous people doing what gerard way's been doing this last year on tour.
in asking "is gerard way doing drag?", im assigning importance to the topic. does it matter? within my understanding, drag is about intent and context as much as gender presentation. intent and context is what makes something important. therefore: understanding why the question is important solves it.
male music artists have a long history of cross dressing and doing drag. there's a good chance plugging any dude into a search engine with "drag" or "skirt" will bring something up. bowie, queen, nirvana, manic street preachers, placebo. here's a list. newer artists: lil nas x, harry styles, anthony green, pete wentz, young thug. some are impersonating female caricatures, some are masculinizing female clothes (long, ill-fitting, straight). some, like molko and lil nas, wear feminine clothes without exaggerating or masculinizing. gerard is in that same grey area.
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male music artists have a long history of cross dressing and doing drag -- photos: "i want to break free" mv by queen (1984) / placebo in london (oct 1998) / lil nas x at audacy beach festival (dec 5, 2021) / fall out boy at rock for people (june 17, 2022)
all that history is why it was so weird when kerrang called gerard's riot fest "dress and heels" "a compelling show of contrarian anti-rock star eccentricity". it is not anti-rock star, at least not as described. it may be compelling, contrarian, and eccentric, but no reviewer really cares to analyze why. the closest they get is by identifying non-binary connection (them.us) and its relation to the "minefield that is American gender politics today" (latimes.com).
fans were struck by way's outfits for a lot of other reasons.
1. we have to get it out of the way that they just looked hot -- gerard is perpetually attractive, skirts are pretty. easy equation.
2. he has a long history of gender nonconformity. more on that in my #mcr queer studies tag. gerard is a 45 year old famously androgynous person who doesnt do labels, aligns himself with gender nonconformity (2014 reddit ama, 2018 advocate article, 2015 he/they tweet), and doesnt seem to care to be known as a man.
3. the tour outfits were well-fitted. many were crafted by skilled designer marina toybina and her team. which leads to ->
4. the outfits were very casual and very feminine. as mentioned, most men opt for masculine, ill-fitting skirts. which is to say they are NOT showing leg and they are definitely not showing ass. gerard doesnt steer clear from shortness or tightness or movement. he also dresses in ways people dress day to day -- the miniskirt is as casual as the shorts as casual as the jeans. there's some discussion to be had about what casual means -- he could be imitating expected presentation or just using basics, like his frequent shirt and pants.
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the miniskirt is as casual as the shorts as casual as the jeans -- photos: firefly music festival (sept 23, 2022) / uncasville (sept 1, 2022) / eden project night 1 (may 16, 2022)
5. there was variety. many outfits, many types. he wasnt just doing pure femininity. some looks were high concept, some low concept. some gendered, some genderless. some feminine, some masculine. it was playful. its honesty evident in its fluidity yet cohesiveness. expanded in the next points ->
6. they incorporate elements of masculinity and gender neutrality concurrent with the feminine. his aggressive, energetic performance style often doesnt mind what people are seeing when his skirt lifts or shirt droops. he has little to no make-up -- if he does, it's stage and not glam. the closest he gets is the agender black swan look at boston night 1, the stage contour at wwwy night 3, and dubious lipstick at firefly. he also maintains the same hairstyle: barely styled, not straightened-curled. pinned a few times, gelled back some other times.
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he has little to no make-up -- if he does, it's stage and not glam -- photos: boston night 1 (sept 7, 2022) / when we were young night 3 (oct 29, 2022) / firefly music festival (sept 23, 2022)
7. the character outfits weren't caricatures, like green's sleazy hooker or queen's uptight housewives. gerard's characters were appropriated but not exaggerated. cheerleader, nurse, manson girl, jackie o, princess diane, st joan. all figures of pop culture. he wore them as they were. even comparing green and way's similar white-green cheerleader costumes there's a difference in presentation. green wears long leggings, way wears shorts. green's costume is based on a stranger things character, way's is a custom remade vintage outfit. green exhibits the masculinization of feminine clothes which way subverts. this comparison highlights what makes way's outfits different, and therefore exciting to talk about.
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green exhibits the masculinization of feminine clothes which way subverts -- photos: saosin in garden grove, ca (oct 27, 2022) / mcr in nashville, tn (aug 23, 2022)
8. and when he played with masculinity, it was in a way that was dubbed "boydrag". the new jersey night 2 casino singer look was a dramatic caricature that heightened masculine features until they were pure style... the defintion of camp. he had a mustache -- thin like john waters or a confirmed bachelor, and drawn on with eyeliner. he had a suit -- a pink-gold, glittery woman's cut jacket with a glittery bowtie and pleated shirt. the dramatic flair is accentuated by the black eye make-up, the frank sinatra "my way" cover, the drum tag: "the house always wins".
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the defintion of camp -- photos: new jersey night 2 (sept 21, 2022) 1 / 2
when i asked which outfits others considered drag, all replies identified the casino singer and jackie o as drag and the rest as "just clothes". this relation made me understand why the rest couldnt be drag despite all the connections i talked about above. the jackie o outfit doesnt exaggerate the source like casino singer, but the source itself is both highly dramatic and highly gendered. cheer is gendered but not highly dramatic, st joan dramatic but not highly gendered. diane is gendered and dramatic, but not highly. the list goes on and on. it's a fine line. especially cheer could tip into drag for me.
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but the source itself is both highly dramatic and highly gendered -- photos: mcr at riot fest (oct 12, 2022) / jackie kennedy onassis (jan 3, 1971)
if drag is understood in this way, simply wearing gendered clothes isnt drag. the look itself has to be about the performance of gender, however that may be presented. that’s the importance of classification. we can see what the artist is doing.
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luvyeni · 1 year
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Could you do hyunjin x thick curvy reader 🥴❤️
( hyunjin is straight up an ass man in this one and I’m here for it all 🤌🏽 ) love ya! ❤️❤️
DISTRACTED; HWANG HYUNJIN
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pairings. artist!hyunjin x thick!reader
wc. 1.2k (this was supposed to be 300, 400 maybe)
warnings. praise kink, oral (f receiving), doggystyle, dirty talk
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Hyunjin wanted to paint you, but when you walk out in his button up... he gets a bit distracted.
i do in fact believe hyunjin is 100% a ass typa man 👌🏼!
When felix introduced you to him, he was obsessed, all he wanted to was paint you.
Your soft features so sweet and kind and your body— boobs that he could tell just by looking at were soft to the touch, little belly that would poke out so cutely and plush thighs and ass, you were a mix of cute and sexy.
God he was loosing his mind, he needed to paint you...
He needed you...
He begged felix to ask you to be a model for his newest art work, and much to his excitement you said yes.
He couldn't wait.
You walked up to hyunjin's apartment door, nervous to knock on the door.
"Just knock the door." your bestfriends voice spoke through the phone.
"Felix, i'm scared." you weren't scared of hyunjin himself, you were scared of how you acted around him, like a high school girl nervously talking to her crush.
"You know he finds you attractive right? he's been waiting for this day for the past week, just knock on the damn door, before i call him and tell him your standing outside his door like a psycho." and with that he hung up.
"So rude." you sighed, slowly putting your hand up to the door, about to knock, but the door opened.
"oh." you jumped back, startled and he grabbed your arm stopping you from falling. "You okay?" His smile like honey.
"Y-yes."
"Felix told me you were out here, and you were nervous about coming in." you swore felix hated you sometimes.
"I-i'm not nervous." he smiled, moving back so you could come in. "I won't bite, you can come in." You slowly walked into the apartment, taking your shoes off.
"Do you want something to drink, before we get started?" His eyes grazed over your body, as he made his way into room, sitting in the seat across from you.
"No, im fine thank you." He smiled , he could tell you were nervous, you could barely keep eye contact with him.
He thought you were so cute.
"__, why are you so nervous?" He stood up, sitting closer to you. "No." You quickly said, and he smiled again. "Did felix tell you what the project was?" His eyes traveled down your body.
It was a nude painting, yes you were aware what it was. You weren't necessarily insecure about your body, but being nude in front hyunjin made your heart fall to your ass.
"Y-yeah."
"Before we continue, I need you to verbally say you want this, i want this to be a safe space for you." You could tell he was serious. "I-i want this, i swear im fine."
"Good girl." and just like that, he was back to making you feel like a giddy school girl. "You can go get ready in my room while I set up everything."
He was so excited, he was finally getting to paint the girl that captivated his mind for the past few months, he had the entire thing planned out in his head.
"I didn't want to come out fully naked, and i didn't bring a towel, i hope you don't mind that i took a shirt from you."
"That's fin-" he was speechless...
You were wearing his button up from the other night—and you weren't wearing anything underneath it.
His cock began to hardened in his pants, two buttons, buttoned right under your boobs so it covered everything... god he wished it didn't.
He couldn't wait, he needed you now.
"__." His voice deepening, sending shivers down your spine. "You look so fucking good." He eyed your entire body up an down.
The way he was looking at you, like he wanted to pounce on you right then and there.
"H-hyunjin." He couldn't help it, it's like his body was moving on his own, and before you could react, his lips we're on yours.
"Princess what are you doing to me? why am i so addicted to you." He kissed your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist.
"W-what d-do you mean?" He groaned at your cluelessness, it was so cute.
"I can't get you off my mind, your pretty face, how cute you are when you get nervous around me- fuck your beautiful body, and i thought i'd be able to control myself around you like this, but seeing you in my shirt, i can't stand it, i need to fuck you."
you moaned as he grabbed your tit through the shirt, running his finger over your nipple. "Such pretty tits, i knew they'd be soft, i want to fuck these next time." hyunjin knew this wasn't gonna be the last time.
"Hyunjin, p-please do s-something." He backed you up, until you could feel the couch hit the back of your knees.
"Lay down, ass up." He took his clothes off, throwing them somewhere, tugging at his cock at the sight of your body as you got into position.
"such a nice ass." He spread your cheeks, mouth watering at the slick that coated your plush thighs. "Fuck, so wet princess, i got you really worked up huh?"
"Hyunjin!" You let out a pornographic moan as he licked a stripe up your slit. "I knew it." He began to eat you like a starved man.
The lewd noises he was making, turned you both on.
"oh my god!" you squealed as he rubbed your clit as tongue prodding at your hole. "fuck! hyunjin, im gonna cum, please i'm gonna cum." tears wielding in your eyes.
"go ahead, cum on my tongue for me."
His words alone sent you straight over the edge, your thighs shaking as you came.
"Good girl, so sweet." he lifted your half spent body up, kissing you, his plump lips wet from spit and your essence.
You turned back around, and he grabbed your hip, pushing his hardening cock against your ass. "you feel that love? that's how hard you make me." he grabbed his cock, rubbing it against you.
"P-please f-fuck me." you wiggled your hip. "so eager" he positioned his tip at your entrance, groaning as he stretched you out, both of you moaning in pleasure.
"So fucking tight, you're barely letting me in." you whined, fucking yourself down on him. "Your ass if fucking perfect." He slapped your ass, watching it juggle.
"hyunjin, shit!" you screamed as he began to pound in and out of you. "such a cute face, who knew you were such a freak, but you're fucking yourself on me."
"fuck, if you keep clenching around me like this, im gonna cum inside your pussy, do you want me to do that? hmm, fill this pretty pussy up?" You could barely form any words as he fucked into you as rough fast pace.
"H-hyune, i'm-i'm gonna cum." He reach over kissing your neck as his hand reached in between your legs, rubbing your clit.
"Me too- fuck!- cum." You let out a scream as you came, body falling limp on the couch.
"fuck!" He pulled out jerking off releasing on your back. "Shit."
"You okay princess?" you nodded breathless. "I'm fine."
"Don't move let me get something so we can get you cleaned up." He put his clothes back on, letting you rest while he cleaned you up.
While he cleaned you up, he couldn't help but take in your fucked out state, eyes still glossed over, laying on your stomach, ass poking out a little under his shirt...
absolutely beautiful, he had to paint this, this was his new project. "Wait princess don't move."
"Huh?" you questioned. "Why not." You watched him get up. "I want this to be my painting."
"I want to paint you just like this."
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billscumprincess · 10 days
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hey hun! i really really enjoy your writing and i’m willing to read an dom!bill x sub!reader fic in which bill is an uber driver and goes absolutely insane for (fem) reader.. she’s slightly drunk but they end up fucking in the backseat rough and violently plsss im begging
if bill was my uber driver i'd immediately get in the passenger seat and start sucking it
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you stumbled to the uber, your heels tripping you up along the way. you giggled, looking back to wave goodbye to all your wasted friends as you open the door to the backseat of the car, climbing in and sitting down. you close the door placing your handbag next to you as you look up to see your driver staring at you in the mirror. you notice his narrow brown eyes and his eyebrow piercing. you don't know why, but the way he's staring is making your body get hot. you had broken up with your boyfriend a couple weeks back, he was a prick, you were glad you finally had freedom to go out and do things and not have to listen to his constant yelling and abuse.
"good evening ma'am" his accent was thick. german? you thought to yourself. fuck, was it the alcohol or is it his voice thats making you feel hot and making your panties sticky. "___ is where i'm taking you right?" he says tapping his phone to pull up your address. "uhm- yeah" you splutter out between giggles. you were still tipsy and the way this attractive man was staring at you was not helping. he nods before starting to drive. you tried to focus on the city outside the window, passing by all the streetlights and flashing signs.. but your eyes kept drifting back to his hands against the wheel. you subconsciously bit your lip, focusing on the way he moved his hand around the wheel to turn. he had a tattoo covering one of his hands, and on the other he had rings. lots of rings.
"i got it done a few years back" he says, making you snap back into reality and look up to see his eyes looking at you for a split second, before turning his attention back to the road. "what?" you smile, not understanding what he meant. "my tattoo" you blush, shit did he notice your staring? "i saw you looking" he says grinning, still looking ahead at the road infront. his grin increasing your attraction to him, this surely wasn't just the alcohol, right? "shit, sorry, i- u-" "it's okay darling, it's not the first time someones stared" you giggle at this, looking down at your hands before turning back to the window, not sure what to say.
the car falls silent for another minute before you hear his deep voice speak again. "have a fun night?" "yeah, it was good" you admire the stubble on his face for a second before clearing your throat. "how about you? any interesting people you've picked up?" you say feeling a little more confident, leaning over a bit so he can hear you clearer. he takes a glance at you in the backseat before replying, "mm, no, not tonight" "right-" "just some beautiful girls though" you gulp quietly, your mouth going dry. "oh yeah?" "they were gorgeous" he teases. "one of the prettiest ladies was wearing a tight black dress" your breath catches in your throat as you slightly grasp the tight black dress you were wearing..
the car goes quiet again, you watch him rub his thigh slowly as he drives with the other hand. his rings grazing against his jeans. you cross your legs together, squeezing tightly to calm down your aching cunt. you open your mouth to speak, taking a breath before mumbling, "what'd you do if that girl in the black dress was in your car?" you say so faintly you couldn't tell if he had even heard you. watching his brown orbs focus on the traffic, you see him poke his tongue into the inside of his cheek, failing to hide the smirk on his face. "i'd have to pull over." .. "and?" "rip that dress off, leaving her in her panties and bra." you bite your lip as you listen. "yeah? w-what else?" you didn't mean to, but your voice sounded incredibly desperate and whiney, making you sound straight from a porno.
"baby why don't i pull over and show you?"
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"ngha- ah- ah- ah-" was the only thing coming out your mouth as it hung open. he pounded into you, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. the whole car stunk of sex and sweat, both of your clothes tossed over the seats and onto the ground. you buried your face into the seat as he fucked you from behind. he rolled his head back, hitting it harder every time he pulled his hips back just to slam into you again, making your muffled moans higher and higher pitched. "fuck- schatz- stupid. drunk. girl-" he gritted his teeth cursing under his breath. "mmghh~" you whined hearing skin slap repeatedly. "dumb bitch- take it all.. mm yeah-.. 's fuckin good" his accent pushing through furthur. his harsh words only made you more dumb and hot, the alcohol in your system making your head fuzzy.
his thrusts start getting faster as he pushes his bare chest and stomach against your back, wrapping his arms around you and under your tummy. he moves one of his hands up your back slowly to grip your hair, pulling your head back fully. you let out a loud moan. feeling his nipple piercings graze against your shoulder blades, his dick slamming into you so hard you could feel every inch of him. "o-oh god- G-GONNA-" you squeel as you clench around him, creaming all over his massive cock. he pushes his forehead against your shoulder as he grunts loudly, cumming inside you seconds after. "SHIT-" he growled, bringing his head up to watch himself pull out of your pussy. he sees how stretched your hole is, panting as he admired how both of the mixed fluids leaked out of you. he rubs your back, stroking your hair and brushing it out of your sweaty face.
"mmgh.. should probably get you home now hun."
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zeldasnotes · 1 year
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MARS NOTES🔥
Check out ⮕ Moon Notes, Venus Notes and Neptune Notes
If your kid or sibling got their Mars in the 10th house or Mars conjunct Midheaven please keep an eye on what they are doing on the internet. This placement is common in people who either gets bullied or bully others, especially online.
Ever since I read somewhere that people with Mars in Scorpio looks sex starved I cant stop seeing it. They really got this hot heavy energy surrounding them screaming ”Ive been waiting for too long”
Mars in the 1st house makes someone smoking hot just look at Megan Fox.
Mars in the 8th house synastry is one of my favorite aspects if its with your prefered sex and someone you are attracted to otherwise its just annoying. Im a straight woman and I dont like having another womans mars in my 8th because its giving ”Why are you so obsessed with me?”
Mars Square Pluto are so goal oriented I seriously want this placement. Like they always come out on top. If they want it they get it.
Having Mars in the same sign as someone creates such rivalry its insane. Like you just cant help it because you want the same things and you use the same strategies. You see through eachother. This aspects is better in romantic relationships.
I always know when someone got their rising in the same sign as my mars because I cant stop staring at them.
Mars in the 1st house & Mars in the 8th house in synastry is super common between couples who had sex the first time they met.
If someone you work with got their Mars in your 6th house be careful because this can be a secret enemy or a workrival. They might gossip about you to the boss.
Mars on the Ascendant or Midheaven can really make someone look like a model.
Ive noticed that people with Mars in Leo can read into stuff too much to feed their ego. I have a friend with that placement who works in a store and there is this guy she dated years ago who always goes to that store. She thinks he goes there to see her and that he is obsessed with her. When I try to tell her that he probably goes there because the store is his neighbourhood store shes like ”No”. 😂 The funny part is that this man have been living in this neighbourhood since he was a child so hes been going to that store his whole life, deep down she knows this.
Ive noticed that Mars in Taurus people are naturally beautiful and look like they could model. They just naturally move in a sensual way like they are posing.
Mars aspecting Jupiter are like a bull in a chinashop. Sooo clumsy but they are so funny and kind😂
Mars in Scorpio women gets into a lot of conflicts with men. Men are so threathened by them.
Mars Square Jupiter haaates waiting. They want what they want now.
Mars aspecting the Ascendant have a ”dont try me” look to their face and their walk.
My Mars Square a mans Ascendant usually makes it hard for me to see him as husband material.
Mars Square Moon and Mars Square Uranus can really make someone explode out of nowhere.
Mars conjunct Venus is definitely the IT girl aspect.
Mars conjunct Midheaven can make you known for your body. Either by modeling or being an influencer. Your looks are seen as hot by the general public. Huge risk for being involved in scandals here tho
Mars in Virgo use their words to hurt people when they fight.
Mars in Sagittarius have the most beautiful body. I know Ive said it before but those legs are just gorgeous. 🐎
Mars in Aquarius is such a beautiful placement to have.They fight for equality. A rapper in my hometown got this and people complained about him having women who look too ”regular and plain” in his music videos instead of hiring strippers or escorts for his videos. But he refused to hire unrealistic women for his videos.
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bestpigeon · 1 month
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-Feelings he gives-
LUCIFER X MALE READER :))
Lucifers worker finally makes a move. How will Lucifer react?
Words: 1444
Warnings - kissing, gay stuff, swearing
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-Readers pov-
I was doing what I usually do. Clean. It's boring, but I need money. Plus, I would say it's an honour to work alongside Lucifer. He is the king of hell, after all. I do have to say that I may have a little crush on him. But that's our secret.
I mean, how couldn't you? He's handsome, strong, the king of hell, funny, single. He's everything a person could need. It's only a slight problem. He's straight, and I'm not.
I mean, the guys had two wives. There's no way he'd be attracted to men in any way, and it's not like I'd stand a chance since I'm just a standard cleaner. The only times he ever talks to me is when he asks me to assist him with his work.
I dont know how long I've had these feelings for Lucifer. Maybe a year or 2 now. I've been working with him for 8 years, so I'm quite a loyal worker. The feelings started when he helped Charlie in battle on extermination day. He returned all tired and warned out. He went straight to sleep, so I did his paperwork. He woke up and thanked me. He touched my shoulder and smiled handsomely, all while making complete eye contact. My face went red.
How was I not supposed to fall in love with him? God, my face feels warm just thinking about it.
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I was walking around his palace. I was just cleaning the place, making sure I didn't miss anything. I knocked softly three times on Lucifers door. I could hear a frustrated groan as he got up from his desk and opened the door.
"What do yo- oh. It's you, yeah, what do you need, Y/N?" He said softly. As soon as he realised it was me, his voice softened. He leaned against the side of the door frame. He's too short to lean from the top of it. I feel my face growing a little warm, but I ignored it.
"Do you need any assistance, sir, or anything you need cleaned?" I question as I stand straight with my hands held professionally in front of me. He smiled at me.
"I mean, my duck collection could use a bit of cleaning, would you mind?" He says I smile at the thought of a grown man owning ducks. Not to mention he's litrally the king of hell. I nod at his request. He moves out of the way to let me walk through, and I do just that.
I walk into his room and get overwhelmed with the sheer amount of ducks he actually has. He has whole piles of them. He wasn't joking when he said 'collection' of ducks. I smile awkwardly, and I turn to make eye contact with Lucifer.
He chuckles awkwardly. "Yeah.. there's alot..sorry about that, Y/N." To break the awkwardness, I just turn to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's my job, isn't it? I'll be fine, sir, get back to what you were doing before." I say as I hesitantly approach the tower of ducks in the corner. I'll start here.
"Alright...um, good luck." Lucifer says with a slight chuckle as he goes to his desk and continues with his paperwork like usual.
-Lucifers Pov-
Y/N entered my room and automatically started cleaning. I know it's his job, but I still feel bad making him do all my dirty work. Alough, he does look really attractive. Just the way he looks, the tight black suit and nicely brushed hair, along with the pretty horns. He's just overall attractive.
I had a rubber duck sat on my desk with me. I've been addicted to creating the ducks every since my wife, Lilith, left me. It was a way to get her out of my head. Luckily, it worked, but now I've gotten slightly carried away and have a huge collection of them.
I continued to do my work. Every once in a while, I glanced at Y/N. He's kneeling on the floor, nicely organising my ducks. I smiled as I got an idea. I grab a few ducks from my desk and lightly tossed them on the floor beside my desk.
"Y/N? Could you pick these up for me? Im really concentrated on my work, yknow, hard work and..stuff." I say awkwardly. It's not like he could deny, he litrally works for me. I do slightly feel like an asshole. But anything to get Y/N closer to me.
He turns around and nods. He gets off his knees and wonders towards me. I make eye contact with him, never breaking it. I rotate in my spinny chair thing, making him kneel down in front of me. I glance down at Y/N.
Y/N picks up the 3 ducks. Before he gets up, he glances up at me. We both male eye contact and keep it for longer than normal before it gets interrupted by Y/N standing up and organising the ducks in a line on my desk. I could see a faint blush on Y/Ns face as he walked back over to the pile of ducks he was previously organising. I chuckle before awkwardly disguising it into a cough.
"Thanks," I say as I actually get back to my work this time, I did have important work to do. As surprising as that is.
-Readers pov-
My face was red slightly. That chuckle from Lucifer didn't go unnoticed either. He always does this. He knows I get easily affected by him and therefore teased me a lot.
I continued to organise his ducks. He had all different types. Demon, Angel, black, white, anything you could name, he has a duck version. It was kind of cute, though. Imagining him in his office painting and creating these little ducks. You'd never expect the king of Hell to have an addiction to ducks. It was peculiar.
I whipped my head behind me for a moment to look at Lucifer. His hair was slightly out of place, and his buttoned up shirt slightly creased. You could clearly see the concentration on his face as he stared at the scribbled ink on the paper.
He looked fucking handsome as hell. God, 2 years of having a crush on him drives me insane. I'm never normally this brave, but..I couldn't resist Lucifer any longer. I stand up and straighten my clothing before approaching Luicfer with confidence.
I stand in front of his desk and reach for his collar. I pull his face close to mine. His eyebrows lifted. He was clearly obvious to my feelings.
"What are you doing?" He questions. I smirk and keep his face close to mine.
"I apologise for..how unprofessional this is, sir." I say before clashing our lips together into a passionate kiss. I could physically hear his gasp in surprise. I smile when he starts kissing back. I moved myself to be straddling his lap while he sat on his chair.
We make out for a while, and I have no clue where this confidence came from. But I don't mind. To show Lucifer Karma for teasing me, I grinded on his lap. I hear his groans vibrate on my lips as we make out passionately. He's definitely a power bottom.
I bit his lip before pulling away. His luscious golden locks were even more messed up than before. His face was red too, which I found adorable. I smile at him. I peck his lips before getting off his lap. I adjusted my clothing before turning to Lucifer.
"I've finished my work, sir. I believe I'll.. see you later." I say with a smirk as I out of his room and shut the door behind me. Leaving Lucifer completely dumbfounded. I didn't know I could affect him so much. I'll definitely be doing that more often.
-Lucifers pov-
I tried to speak as Y/N left, but nothing came out. I lean back on my chair and rub my hands through my hair. I groan in annoyance as I realise how much he affects me. I groan in annoyance. Not only did I have to deal with my overwhelming confusion and flustereness, I had to deal with the problem in my trousers.
"Fuckk... God sake fucker did that on purpose.." I groaned in annoyance. The problem would fix itself. I stand up and walk over to my private bathroom. God, the things Y/N makes me feel. I had no clue he was that confident. Huh. Kinda hot though
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yellowwithalisp · 10 months
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could you possible write some headcannons for a hobie x a cottagecore/preppy reader? im a sucker for “opposites attract” romances 🥰
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( cottagecore YESSSSS! I got this! using she/her reader for this! Ask if you want a part two!!- Yellow 💛🌻) (Not proofed read. ) "She livessy in the middle of the woods?" The Spider he was talking to on the elevator nods. "Yeah, she's not exactly my quote-on-quote. "man in the chair" but. She lives in the woods in a cabin. Bought herself a bit of land and made a house there. Grows her own food and everything. Has a weird thing with mushrooms." "A weird thing with mushrooms?"
"If you buy her anything with mushrooms on it, she will not stop smiling for at least five minutes straight.." Hobie hummed, his shoulders shifting slightly as his hands are resting in his pockets walking a bit more slowly to continue the conversation. "So she lives by her own rules."
"I haven't been able to see one person tell her what to do. I mean she's sweet as a bee but, she mainly follows her own rules." "She's go' good taste." He managed to convince her Spider to introduce her to him. They warped to her home and it really was in the middle of nowhere. There was smoke rising from the chimney of your house as they see someone moving around in the house. They waited outside as a woman stepped out onto her porch in a button-up vest and a ruffled dress as she picked over some herbs that were growing on the porch. The Spider waved as they started to approach her. Hobie followed from behind. Spider took off their mask and waved at her. She looked up from the herbs she was cutting for her food and looked at Spiderman and their friend. "A new friend from work I see?" She asked with a soft smile as she looked back down and started to pick some tomatoes that look ready to eat. Spider nods as they gestured to Hobie. "(Y/N), this is Spiderpunk, Spiderpunk." Hobie looked slightly annoyed. "C'ome on, you know I hate labels." (Y/N) smiled softly as she looked at the spike mohawk spider as she cut some salad greens. "Then would friend be alright to call you for now?" She asked as she smiled. Hobie nods as Spider looked back and forth at the two. "Ya, that's alright mate." She invited them to enter a house for a meal she was just about finishing making it when they arrived. "I wasn't expecting company but thankfully I made a bigger batch than normal hopefully you don't mind tacos."
She said that she brought the things that she cut from outside over to the cutting board and started chopping them up and putting them in small wooden bowls. "Spider can you grab three glasses of water please and put them on the table?" They nod head to say walked over to one of the cabinets and open up and grab three glasses with little mushrooms on them. Seeing the small mushrooms on the glasses reminded Hobie of something. He quietly stepped out for a moment through a portal outside he arrived back a few minutes later. He opened up the door and then walked back into the house with something behind his back. "So my friend here said you had a thing for mushrooms." the cottagecore girl was busy putting everything on the table as she paused and looked up at him. A smile on her face as she nods her head. "I just think they're adorable! And Their fun to go hunting for!" He pulled on a mushroom hat for behind his back and tossed it at her. She blinks and was surprised and quickly caught it and looked at the hat for a second, before holding it close to her chest spinning around happily. Spider looked over at Hobie and slowly put a chip in their mouth. "Smoth..." (Y/N) kissed the top of the hat and looked over at Spider. "He can stay."
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Would you start a knight Bakugo x reader series?
Btw I love you’re work 🫶🏻
This is such an old request but i found it in my drafts, upgraded it a little and I didn’t wanna put it to waste.
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You had never really been insecure about how you were a commoner before. It didn’t really matter to you. Royalty, or anything higher up, sounded like a pain in the ass. You were fine with your small house and didn’t see the need for a castle. There was only one of you, after all. It just wouldn’t make sense.
You even had a small shop that sold fresh breads and deserts. For a commoner you were a happy one.
You couldn’t help yourself from longing for a greater title when you met the princesses personal knight. He was an absolutely gorgeous blonde man with bulging muscles and an explosive temper.
When he came down to the village he was the hot topic of the village women.
Camie and you were out watching him search the town with a redheaded friend of his through the window of your shop. He was on an errand for the princess herself. He looked to be getting directions from someone.
You looked away to bag up some bread for your friend while she gushed about how hot the blonde is.
You didn’t indulge, instead packing her order while nodding your head. You didn’t see the point in fantasizing about the knight. You obviously had no chance with a higher up like him.
You put the customers bag on the counter, “Anything else?” You asked.
She hummed, “Can you go in the back and get me some of that powdered sugar?” You nodded with a smile, “Of course.”
When you returned from the back you found the girl rather quiet. You prepared a playful comment as you rounded the door. But your mouth immediately slammed shut at seeing one of the knights in your shop.
“Oh.” You whispered. The blonde one was a lot more attractive now that he was standing in front of you. His beauty, along with his obviously invincible build had you frozen in intimidation. You now understood why all the villager girls were fawning over him.
You gained back your professional, calm attitude quickly, to your surprise. “Hello, how may I be of service sirs?” You kept back the stutter as you spoke..
He got straight to the point. “5 of the breading doused with caramel. Fresh.”
“I have a fresh bake in the oven right now, it should be done in about 5 minutes.” You spun around to grab the caramel.
The other knight, the redhead, came in right as you were about to make polite conversation. He addressed you with a respectful nod and then chatted with his friend.
In the meantime, you readied the caramel for the bread.
“So,” The redhead spoke to you, knocking you out of your zone. “This is a nice shop you hold!”
You smile, appreciating his comment. “Thank you, its my most prized possession. I value this shop more than the sun itself.”
He laughs, “So how’d you get into baking?”
You were happy he treated you normally. Usually the guards were stuck up and treated commoners like they were useless ants them.
“Well my ma-“ You yelped as you were rudely shoved by your friend. You didn’t even notice that she was still here. She had been gawking in the corner, working up the courage to talk to the knights. When did she get behind the counter?
“Hello, my good sirs~” Her tone was seductive as she leaned over the counter. “I own the Jewelry shop across the corner.” You glared at her for pushing you as you began to take the bread out of the oven. She ignored you, of course.
The redhead smiled awkwardly, “Im Kirishima and this is my friend Bakugou!” She stroked her cheek with the pinky as she looked up at the blonde. “You guys look so muscular, how do you do it?”
You glanced over at her with a look that said “calm down”. She ignored you. Bakugou made eye contact with you, you looked away. His eyes were a beautiful shade of red.
Kirishima rubbed his head, “Yeah, we have to be pretty manly to work as knights!” She giggled, “Manly? Y/n, would be a perfect knight. She can’t act like a fine women to save her life!”
You couldnt even pretend to be non hostile anymore cause that just pissed you off. You turned to her with an annoyed face, “Wanna say that again?”
She pouted at you, “I’m only being nice… I just want to give them a warm welcome on my part.”
You looked towards the two and mouthed an apology for her behavior. She could sense you were about to kick her out and she made her leave.
“Okay, well ill be at my shop. Stop by and I’ll give you a deal you can’t miss~.” You watched with a scowl as she walked out, swaying her hips.
You handed them their bag, “Im sorry about her, gentlemen. She can be a lot.” Kirishima just laughed while the blonde finally spoke.
“What a pervert. Why do you hang around such a bitch?”
“Bakugou!” His friend yelled.
You laughed, “No, he’s right. Im not mad at it.”
You began to pack some extra stuff for them as an apology. “Yeah, she’s definitely something. Excuse my tone.”
Bakugou scoffs, “Fuckin’ whatever, say what you want.”
You smiled at him, “That’s kind of you to say sir, I appreciate it.”
You began to explain to the blonde how you and her were childhood friends and now you couldn’t get rid of her. “I know that fucking feeling.” He growled.
You spent the next ten minutes talking to the two. It was nice and it felt natural. You felt sad when they had to leave. You barred them farewell and continued with your daily makings.
After that day you say them more often.
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