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harbingersglory · 4 months

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hii could i req an soft dom arlecchino x sub/fem reader?? something w a really needy whiny reader n maybe like a mommy kink or thigh riding IDK tysm for ur time !

{☆} characters arlecchino {☆} notes drabble, fem reader, sub reader {☆} warnings 18+ content

"Slowly, doll. We're not in a rush." Arlecchino reprimands lightly, squeezing your hips with just enough force to keep you unmoving on her thigh– she was still being gentle, but the subtle warning in her tone spoke to how easily she could push you against the desk and turn you into such a mess that you couldn't even remember your own name..just that you were hers.

But the barest hint of stimulation from her slacks pressed against your throbbing cunt had you twitching, barely able to form words. All you could think about was the scorching, twisting need building in your stomach, desperation for relief slowly climbing until you'd think she was doing this on purpose to drive you mad.

"Please– 'm a good girl, right? I've been good.." You choked out, only to be met with the rough, husky laugh echoing in your ear that made you feel dizzy with a rush of need, her nails gliding along the skin of your hips as she pressed you down even more firmly– you couldn't see her face but it was easy to imagine the crooked smile twisting her lips at the way you inhaled sharply and tried to buck against her thigh.

"Shh. I know, doll. I've got you, just relax." She murmured in that sickly sweet tone that always had your knees buckling, the raspiness of her voice sending shivers down your spine. It was almost impossible to relax with her so close, the notes of metal lingering on her skin despite how well she presents herself– but you trusted her, despite how you know you shouldn't.

"There we go. Good girl." Arlecchino's grip on your hips loosened just enough for you to move if you so wished, and oh did it take every ounce of restraint to not do just that..she hadn't said you were allowed to, and you weren't about to spoil her good mood by being a brat. Not tonight, anyway. "Do you want to cum, doll?"

The fervent nod you offer in place of words draws a laugh from her lips, one that is almost mocking, making your face flush in embarrassment– but the sudden tap against your hip makes your mind go blank to the point you forget it all together, focused only on the feeling of her thigh rubbing against your cunt as you bucked against her thigh, the fabric slick and wet against your inner thighs. You'd have half the heart to be embarrassed about that, too, if not for the sudden brush of her thumb against your aching, neglected clit. Just that small touch has you speeding up your movements, practically drooling as you whimpered like a dog in heat.

"That's more like it, doll. Such a pretty girl." Arlecchino hummed, her other hand trailing up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and ghosting across your throat before settling on grabbing your jaw in a firm, yet almost tender touch as she tilted your head to the side just enough for her to pull you into a burning kiss. It left you lightheaded, grinding down against her thigh as she claimed your mouth as her own, her thumb still ghosting over your clit sporadically.

She'd spent so long teasing you, constantly touching you but never where you needed her, that you already felt like you were going to snap like a wire. She must've been in a really good mood, then, when she pulled away from the kiss with an almost predatory lick of her lips, yet she settled on pressing kisses to your skin rather then the usual sharp bite of her teeth as they sunk into the curve of your shoulder.

"Are you close? Go on. I want to see your face when you cum– you look the prettiest when you finally break apart, doll." Arlecchino mused idly– as if she wasn't talking to you while you continued to rub your aching cunt against her thigh, chasing your own release through shaky, strained breaths. Her thumb swiped over your lips, brushing strands of hair stuck to your skin from your face– at the same time as she swiped her thumb more firmly against your clit, creating a vicious contrast that had you both melting at the barest hint of almost softness from her and the touch of her hand between your legs, dragging you into an orgasm that leaves you trembling and, had she not shoved her fingers into your mouth, screaming, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

"All done, little doll. Take it easy." She murmured, voice so quiet you almost didn't hear it, thumb swiping across your cheek to wipe away the stray tear, her hands pulling away to settle on your sides. "You did well– good girl. Let me take it from here."

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #minors dni #writing tag #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #i considered the mommy part for half a second but i see arle as the biggest butch and i didnt want 2 swap it on the fly looks around #the projection is just a little too hard my bad. i am obnoxiously annoying abt butch arle...#n e way ough soft arle...........not done enough......arle being rough is a given bc shes Like That but like #soft.......#i am weak for a woman who can do both and switch on a dime #arle imo leans like. 80-90% towards rough but shes got a soft spot if shes in a good mood yknow..#i wrote this at 1 am on like uhhh 2 hrs of sleep if it isnt good uhhhhh blame it on that lol #im just feeling it out rn anyway tryna get into writing proper smut again its been a hot minute oop #passes out and dies ough......................#also did NOT spellcheck i just wrote it all in one sitting and called it a day i am gonna pass out now so if u see a typo....#no u didnt #im not done yet wait a minute okay now just. soft arle got me okay. its rlly rare but shes good at playing nice okay #the appeal of arle is fucked up little creature but sometimes u want 2 be pampered i get it #OKAY im actually shutting up now passes out in the middle of the road

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petrichorium · 1 year

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“you broke up with nagi?”

you yelp at the sound of a voice behind you as you leave your apartment, dropping your key as you spin around and clutch your purse instinctively.

it’s reo. he’s leaning against the half-wall across from your door, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with some kind of contemplative frown marring his features.

“mikage, fuck, you scared me.” the familiar face has you relaxing. he only continues to stare you down, and you realize that he’s actually looking for a response; you clear your throat and shift a little awkwardly. “uh, yeah. it just wasn’t working out.”

his frown deepens. it’s distinctly ugly, you think—the furrow of his brow, the way his nose crinkles.

it’s now that you take note of his clothes—the jumper he wears is a pretty blue, certainly costing more than six month’s rent, and the jeans are expertly fitted. this is a singular visit, he hasn’t stopped by on the way to his work. you figure he’s taken the day off; perhaps for this specifically, or perhaps to support nagi. it isn’t your business anymore.

nor are you reo’s business anymore.

“what are you doing here?”

you watch his brow furrow further, that contemplative frown returning in full force. his eyes dart to the side, lips pursed, and he crosses his arms again.

for half a moment, you watch him. when he neither moves nor begins to speak again you decide to finish locking up while he ponders whatever it is that’s nagging at him.

you turn, glancing down to scan the concrete floor for your dropped key. the glint catches your eye a few inches away from where it had fallen—you crouch to pick it up, acutely aware of the pencil skirt and heels you’re wearing for the office.

when you rise to your feet you feel reo at your back before it fully registers.

how he spanned the distance so quickly and silently is beyond you, though you’re inclined to blame those professional athlete abilities. it doesn’t much matter either way when you spin around and find that he’s now right before you.

you lurch backward, shoulders slamming into your closed door, staring at him and his proximity with wide eyes.

“mikage…“ you trail off as he tilts his head.

“do you think i hate you?” the words are off—quiet and absent-minded, like he’s talking to himself, not you. it’s only magnified by the way he stares not at your eyes but at your lips.

you swallow thickly. “i don’t really care. nagi liked me, that’s all that mattered.”

“you don’t care…” reo gives a little huff. he pulls away just slightly, eyes flitting sideways as his hand flies up to ruffle his hair.

“reo—“ you start, and then catch yourself, but the damage is done. his eyes widen and his arm drops and he draws closer, closing the distance in a single step. at the same time he reaches out with his hand to brace against the door behind you, trapping you between his arm and the barricade next to you. you forget how big he is until times like this—until he crowds you up with your back to the wall, and every bit of your vision is filled with him, and he’s so close you’re surrounded by the heat of his body and the smell of his nice luxury cologne.

“to be honest i always did hate when you were around.” you feel his laugh fan over your skin, warm and husky. “but when he told me you’d broken it off with him, i was furious.”

“reo,” you say again, and you’re not even certain what it is you’re pleading for anymore.

“all i could think to do was come here to see you, couldn’t tell you why, but now… well.” he’s careful not to touch you, only to hover, and that’s worse somehow—it has your heartbeat quickening, your stomach flipping. it has you turning your head away and inadvertently baring your neck to him, a motion he takes full advantage of as he dips his head to almost-but-not-quite brush lips against your pulsepoint, and your breath hitches, eyes closing. “now i understand it.”

“stop,” your voice is hoarse, almost breaking, “nagi—”

“push me away, then.” it’s low, whispered like a secret, and he still doesn’t touch you but he keeps you pinned here, a butterfly under glass. as if to prove this point he presses closer, one polished leather shoe sliding forward between your legs, his free hand sliding behind your back. “push me off. i’ll leave. or…”

he drags that featherlight touch up your neck, along your jaw; stops just over your lips, eyes heavy-lidded and halfway to closed. you feel the words against you more than you hear them, spoken so quietly—like if he doesn’t say it aloud it isn’t a betrayal of his best friend.

you could kiss me.

and, really, it’s on reo—nagi, you remind yourself, isn’t your responsibility anymore. reo is the one betraying him. when you press forward, no more than a centimeter, it’s that thought which propels you. when you reach out to tug him in with a fist bunching that handsome sweater, you disregard how much you still care about your still-fresh ex.

and when you come to your senses a fraction of a second later it doesn’t matter. reo surges after you, encouraged by the minuscule taste of a kiss that you’d given him. if you’d thought him overwhelming before it’s nothing like now, as his arms close in and he presses you flush between him and your own front door.

his hand slides in behind you and sprawls, hot and heavy, wide at the small of your back; the other finds your cheek, cradles it gently but insistently as he gives you no choice but to tilt your head up towards his for easier access. in the back of your mind you feel like a horrible person for comparing, but it’s difficult not to—reo’s kiss is desperate, fervent, stark contrast to the lazy way nagi always kissed you. it’s messy, with clacking teeth and a questing tongue and the obscenely loud sound of spit-slick lips. your head would have slammed into the solid wood behind you if not for his hand cushioning you, and you can’t help but melt into him, falling limp in his hold.

before long you’re forced to turn your head and break away for air, chest heaving as you catch the breath he’s stolen from your lungs. he has no such need. his mouth doesn’t leave your skin, but in the absence of yours he turns his attention to sucking what will inevitably be a deep, lewd mark just beneath your jaw at the pulsepoint he’d been so interested in before. and it hits you then, exactly why he’s fixated: months ago, it’d been a mark right there that had revealed your relationship with nagi to him.

the revelation snaps you out of whatever spell you’d been under and you yank your hand back from his chest like it’s been burned. it slams into the door handle, still yet to be locked by the key you clutch in your other—which gives you the only thought you can manage with your mind so fogged by the feeling of his lips on your neck. you still fumble a bit, but you turn it, let the door swing back from behind you and feel the swoop in the pit of your stomach that accompanies your body dropping.

now you thank everything for those pro athlete instincts, because just as quickly as your support falls away reo is there to wrap his arm securely around your waist and, before you can even react, turn the pair of you around so that you land on his chest and he takes the brunt of the fall.

“ow— fuck, are you okay?” he’s sprawled out on the floor of your foyer, one arm around your waist as he blinks away the shock. that jumper is ruffled, bunched up the side to give you a little peek at the taut expanse of skin beneath, as he rubs at the back of his head with his free hand. ironically, you think this suits him better than the stiff, polished mannerisms he typically employs. there’s a boyish charm to the wide, dazed look and the little purse of his lips, the way his hair is now mussed. you’re almost inclined to giggle before you remind yourself, quite sternly, that reo’s charisma has always been a little overwhelming even when he isn’t trying. still, you soften, even easing into his hand at your waist.

but then he pauses in his motions, and lifts his head, and his eyes jump to the now-still door before meeting yours—and you fling yourself back, breath hitching as you settle on your haunches as far away from him as you can manage in a single motion.

“was that on purpose?” he asks, leaning forward to sit up and reach out towards you, all wild-eyed and hazy. you scramble back even further.

there’s a glint to those eyes now that they’ve fallen on you, something you don’t dare to name. something that makes you want to slam the door in his face and never return to your own apartment for fear of what you’ve trapped within; something you’ve only ever seen when he’s looked at nagi but only now realize can be turned on someone else, something you hope desperately is a fluke.

(the following day, when you arrive at work to find your desk flooded with hundreds of deep purple roses, you know it was a futile hope.)

prequel

#reo x reader #reo x y/n #reo x you #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x you #blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #mine.🌧#char.🌧 reo #OKAY SDFHV OKAY THERE WE GO #if there r mistakes...... shaddup #JHSBDFJHB #i hope this isnt too tonally confusing #reader is Very Ambivalent okay we'll just blame it on that #and pretend it wasnt that i was very ambivalent abt how i wanted this to go LMFAOOOOOO #n e way #enjoy ig

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emry-stars-art · 8 months

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Have you ever heard the noises axolotls make? its kinda quiet blub!, when they reach the surface of the water to gulp down some air. Anyway any time i see JellyNeil my mind immediately goes to Neil just making that noise

I HAVE NOW. wow I made a reel for the first time in forever just so I could get this across properly, here you go

(Audio from this YouTube video)

Find the mer au masterpost here 💕

#this was DELIGHTFUL #it’s okay for the first few years I bet a jelly mer could do quite well in a tank or fishbowl #as long as you are aware it will try to eat everything in there #e v e r y t h i n g #so keep it with some crabs and snails probably #or any fish big enough to fend for itself #I cannot promise the safety of your little shrimp #and give it toys #why am I getting into ‘the care of your jellyfish’ rn #stop that we got work to do #(@ myself)#but thank you for the ask I loved this hehe #also explain to me why my brain is so sure that jelly mers can breathe air easier than most fish #not like a mammal like a whale or whatever #it’s not the ideal way to get oxygen #but jellyNeil breathes air better than the sharks #and for why #no clue #anyway #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #jellyneil au #jellyfish #mer au #asks #jellyneil #mer research notes

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sassymajesty · 1 year

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hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave

#adcedit #saintxedit #saint x #alycia debnam carey #mine: saint x #mine #listen. L I S T E N. there's no way for me to post this and act innocent #i was looking okay? and not respectfully either. i was looking VERY disrespectfully. like a whore. like a sinner.#i want to [grabby hands]#who said that?

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litteredcorpses · 2 years

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lyrical development

#markiplier egos #iswm #ahwm yancy #yancy #artag #in space with markiplier #idk tags ugh #n e way lets talk bout how yancy writes and makes music please #i think it is a fun aspect of his character that is well known but very underused #i think he has a stash of pencils he chews on while thinkin up lyrics #had more sketches to go with this but i only liked this one lolol #also he makes all the outfits and dance moves too he does all of it #also also...i am proud of the coloring on this :-) okay gnight

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wylanslcve · 9 months

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I love the way S2 showed the difference between how Jesper approaches a high-stakes situation in comparison to Wylan, specifically in the scene where they sneak into Pekka's estate by entering through an open window. Jesper practically jumps from the windowsill and then twirls his gun, whereas Wylan gently lowers himself from the windowsill before lightly dropping himself down when he's crouched close enough to the ground.

We know that Jesper thrives off chaos and spontaneity, hence why he leaps from the windowsill and immediately twirls his gun: he's diving head-first into the action. He actively seeks fights because of the thrill they bring him, because he "always felt better when people were shooting at him". You can practically see the adrenaline coursing through him.

Wylan slowly lowering himself until he's close enough to drop down is more careful and deliberate than Jesper's leap, and it shows the complete opposite: Wylan is more cautious and wary than Jesper because he doesn't thrive off the chaos of a fight. He doesn't find anything thrilling about being in a dangerous situation, especially when you consider his sheltered upbringing. (I say sheltered because, though abusive, his household never exposed him to the dangers of Barrel life. This is made clear in Crooked Kingdom when Wylan is reliving his first months in the Barrel, thinking about how "he might not have been happy at his father’s house, but he’d never had to work for anything. He’d had servants, hot meals, clean clothes. Whatever it took to survive the Barrel, Wylan knew he didn’t have it.") He doesn't want to get in trouble or get wrapped up in these sorts of situations because that's not who he wants to be - he doesn't want to be a criminal.

However, he inevitably leaps from the windowsill too (just when he's crouched low enough to do so) rather than slowly sliding off it and onto the ground, exemplifying how, despite how he doesn't want to be a criminal, he still contributes to the task at hand and gets involved in these types of situations. His hesitancy doesn’t paralyse him regardless of the fact that he doesn’t want to partake in criminal activity. Whether or not he wants to do it, this is the path he's decided to pursue and he needs to do his part.

This difference is also exemplified in the scene in S2E5 where Zoya and Tolya are recruiting the Crows for the heist to steal the Neshyenyer blade. When they offer payment for the Crows’ contributions, Jesper responds with “I like the sound of that” before taking a shot of something. In a way, it echoes the “time for a heist!” scene in season one, emphasising Jesper’s willingness to go on a heist due to the thrill it brings (as well as the prospect of a monetary reward). On the other hand, while Jesper is enthusiastically agreeing to Zoya and Tolya’s request, Wylan is giving him the bombastic side-eye due to Jesper's willingness to accept the mission without hesitation.

Again, Wylan can't fathom how someone could be so willing to go on such a mission, so he's side-eyeing Jesper in disbelief and almost disapproval but he's also not at all surprised because this is Jesper Llewellyn Fahey. Remember, Wylan doesn't thrive off adrenaline rushes the way Jesper does - he's only doing all of this because 1) his entire motivation is to "make his money, get out of town, and never speak the name Van Eck again" and 2) he pretty much has no other choice because he makes it very clear that "he would sell himself in the pleasure houses of West Stave before he’d ask for his father’s mercy".

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rooolt · 11 months

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Fucking ENOUGH “normal is actually the chosen one bc of the fucked up oak family” bullshit. Normal is actually the chosen one because normal chose to care

#Actually sick of it #Sorry I hate ��normal is actually larks kid” theories and posts 1) you’re not the first person to say that 2) it’s bad and sucks #I just will be so angry if it’s canon it’s so dumb it adds nothing #I’m okay with the ambiguity I don’t want confirmation #Also I hate the idea that normal has to be the “chosen one” to save the world #It’s stupid and dumb who chose him #(I think there is some fandom bias of normal and this people are more inclined to make him the most “main character” by insisting he’s the #Chosen one but it’s soooooo much more interesting if he actually isn’t. You people hate complicated situations in stories)#N e ways I’m average and regular and have normal feeling abt this podcast #dndads #dungeons and daddies #sofie bikes is the realest chosen one “motherfucker I’m here” bring that energy to dndads

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saltpepperbeard · 10 months

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yes, but are you mentally ill and/or pirate-deprived enough to make gentlebeard in heroforge? 🫡

#OFMD #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #Edward Teach #Stede Bonnet #Edit #this feels appropriate to launch into the tumblrsphere after i was foaming at the mouth over WHISPERS of clownery PFFFF #like hbo #listen #l i s t e n #i have devolved to the point of making tabletop/dnd dolls of these silly little guys to fill the Void okay #i miss them so much that i have to replicate them in any way that i can #WHICH OKAY LMAO #I was delighted to sneak bits of Borple into Ed's forge #LIKE PURPLE NAILS YEAAAAAHHH #And Heroforge allowing for two characters to be in one scene is absolutely EVERYTHING #A WEE BIT TOO DANGEROUS IF YOU ASK ME LMAO BUT #IT'S SOMETHING OF A BANDAID RIGHT NOW #SUSTAINING MEEEEE

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l0verb0t · 3 months

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dick grayson × gn reader. | breakfast date.

SUMMARY: a fic about taking dick out to a cafe early in the morning. WARNINGs: minor physical contact, && food. WORD COUNT: 2100+ NOTEs: second person && no plot. this insert is more of a blunt, concerned type. [gentlemen && guy, and no pronouns used to refer to the insert/reader.]

His back hurts, it's still cold as hell, and he's pretty sure he sprained something after last night, but at least he could deal with walking with you to a cafe, pain aside. Luckily, you didn't ask about how slow he was being. He's always able to catch up fast enough.

You knew well about the cold problem, though, because Dick keeps complaining about it.

Shame on you for asking him if he wanted to get breakfast in the morning, apparently.

Another night out left him tending to his bruises until the early sunrise. He made up for the lack of rest by passing out in it for a good few hours until the ringing from his phone finally woke him up to the bright light beaming through his curtains.

He spent a good amount of time groaning in his sheets as he let the pain settle in until he got used to it.

Some greetings were thrown back and forth, and then you went on talking about some cafe. It was close enough, and it sounded nice based on your experience. He just had to keep himself from falling back into unconsciousness as he listened, trying to give a hum every time you asked something.

But it's not like you knew. You know who he is; he just doesn't talk much about his outings. The concern gets in the way sometimes, crowds his thoughts.

Instead of saying anything about it, he's busy talking about the weather instead. He knows it might come up.

He knew what he was getting himself into, too. He didn't force himself to come; he just wanted to spend an afternoon with you. It beats sleeping in all day again.

That, and you offered to pay the bill. Apparently, it's cheap enough and has a breakfast section.

The weather is nice in Blüdhaven for a change, with a simple snowstorm overhead that's been going on for nearly a week. Highlights along the streets that the two of you pass by.

Despite how hard he's shivering, he manages to call out to you. "Do you think it's going to get worse?"

He nearly doesn't hear you through the rubbing of fabrics; he hears about everyone else on the crowded walkways, almost bumping into someone at every turn as he follows you.

"What is?"

"The snow." He puts his focus ahead rather than making sure he doesn't trip, and he sees you scrolling through something on your phone. "Barely been a few days, and it's up to my boots."

He takes the chance to get up closer. "I think I preferred when it was just cold."

"It's not that bad."

You walk up ahead of him, and he jogs immediately after.

Dick keeps his head down so he doesn't have to deal with the snow pelting him in the face. So he doesn't lose you in a crowd, he follows your shoes and just hopes he doesn't bump into anyone else on the way there. Your hand is right there, but he stops himself from doing anything.

He just rambles on to distract himself. "Speak for yourself. I'm going to freeze in a couple minutes."

"Drama king." Your phone gets shoved back into your pocket. "Just live for a little while longer; we're almost there."

He knows you can't see it, but he still smiles at you.

He copies you and stuffs his hands into his jacket. The cold only serves to irritate the bruised skin along the knuckles. You're going to see them eventually; he ran out of bandages.

And you were right; it wasn't far.

It took around half an hour walking through a mini-snowstorm to get to the place. Dick brings himself to look up for a moment, catching something along the lines of, "Coffee and Co." on the sign along the front before he's getting pulled along inside by his sleeve.

The door is kept open for him, and he mutters something about you being a gentleman, but he can't bring himself to talk too loud as he gets hit in the face with a cold breeze.

Dick follows you in without complaint, letting you pull at it to the point where that one arm is back outside the jacket. Immediately, he rubs his nose with the sleeve. He makes a mental note to order something warm, just so he doesn't risk having to go out while sick again.

He drags his shoes against the rug at the entrance and then looks around at the dark and dim tones carrying along the interior. It's a nice change of pace from the bright white piling up outside.

Even the lamps above are a much softer yellow, but that doesn't matter much as the light blaring out through the windows covers every corner throughout the cafe.

People are strewn about, taking up most of the seating, that the only few tables left are all the way in the back. At least he can drape himself along the cushioned chairs.

Dick gets patted on the back and can only bring himself to laugh off the gentle contact before he pushes himself further in.

He's taken to a table, and he pulls out a chair for himself.

And then he's staring right back at you, and now he feels like he walked all the way here just to look like a mess.

He doesn't know what to call the two of you, just that whatever it is, he still wants to look nice for you.

Instead, he was too tired earlier to care. When it came time to meet up with you, he ran around his apartment, picking off his suit to switch with anything he could find that seemed presentable enough. He doesn't remember if he even brushed his teeth, so he keeps his mouth shut as he smiles back.

With a small table between the two of you, he's seated right across. He tries to keep to his side as he props his arms along the rim, leaning against it. There isn't too much space, as a good half of it is covered in stands and condiments.

"This place looks nice, right?"

He can't help but stare at you as he mutters back. "Very pretty."

You flip through one of the stands on the back and take out two menus. One gets placed right over his arms, opened so he can look through the first two pages. They're both lists of the different kinds of beverages they have.

He barely skims through them before picking off something that has caffeine.

It probably won't be enough to help him through the rest of the day, but maybe your little hangout will end before that, and he can just crash on his couch for the rest of it.

You have to snap him out of it a couple times, slowly pulling him out of the exhaustion crowding his head, and he can barely tell you what he wants.

"Is that it?"

He nods, and instantly he's told, "You need something to eat, Dick."

He has to push himself up from his position just so he can flip through the menu just as quickly as before. He doesn't know if he can stomach much, so he goes with a couple muffins and scrambled eggs just so you won't pick up on anything. It's enough, he thinks.

You push yourself back from the table, and your chair screeches against the floor for a moment.

And he takes the moment to rub his eyes. It doesn't matter that he can hear almost everyone from where he's sitting; he's slept through worse.

He watches as you head over to the counter. No one was in line, so you went right onto the orders to a cashier standing at it.

After everything was accounted for, he was about to open his wallet and get up before he saw you open yours first.

Right, something about paying.

When you sit back down, silence overtakes your guys' space again. It just makes Dick uncomfortable, despite the atmosphere.

He drags a hand down his face to keep himself from trailing off again, and he takes the plunge to try and make conversation, quiet as he talks.

"So." His fingers begin tapping against the wood in a repetitive pattern as he draws out the silence. "How's life been treating you?"

"Good."

"Great." His head nearly hits the table as he lets it drop while he's left to fill the silence again.

It feels like a mercy when you do it instead. "Are you okay?"

He rests his head against a hand as he props up an elbow on the table, staring back at you all the while. Nothing intelligible comes out on the first try, so he shuts his mouth real quick before trying again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Well—could be better." He takes in a deep breath and holds back a sigh. "But I'm fine."

"You look tired."

He almost regrets even trying to start up a conversation, but it wasn't like you wouldn't pick up on it eventually. You didn't need to be a detective.

"Yeah, you know work."

He knows you're staring at him still, even after he's turned away to look at the table. At the very least, he's slowly becoming conscious enough that he isn't toppling over anymore.

"You're allowed to have a life outside of work."

"I know." With his free hand, he gestures back to you. "I'm trying to. Right here."

It's not a lie. He doesn't think so; everything's just muddled.

Your voice doesn't help with it. It's probably one of the nicer things he's heard all week, even if it doesn't have much competition with the insults and yelling and screaming he's been getting from people while on the clock.

"You're not hurt or anything, are you?"

"No—" He takes in a sharp breath through his clenched jaw. "Yes. It's not that bad, though. Don't worry about it."

He interrupts you the second your mouth opens again.

"I promise."

"Could we get you checked out at a doctor later? Just in case." And before he can protest, you interrupt him just the same. "You—Blüdhaven needs you. At least through it, you can find out if you have a sprain or something, and be wary of that while going out."

He knows what you're trying to do, but he relents anyway.

"Okay. We can—can do it after this."

He smiles back to try and distance the conversation from the concern. The silence just makes him want to pass out until breakfast comes in even more.

"So," He groans, looking away as he tries to play into the awkwardness. "That weather, am I right?"

"Yeah, that weather." Before Dick can excuse himself to the restroom and wait it out there, he turns back to you when he hears a snort.

He shuts his eyes and leans into his hand more, muffling his own voice. "You're really not giving me much to work with here."

"Sorry." He's about to bring up the checkup when you continue. "You know I care about you, right?"

He doesn't even have to force the smile this time. "I know."

He can't bring himself to look back at you, though, and instead takes a deep breath before leaning back into his chair.

"I just want you to be okay."

"I'll try to be—"

A voice at the counter calls out for someone, an unfamiliar name. When Dick turns over to look, he sees a guy running up to grab a paper bag with the cafe's name on the front of it.

He watches them leave, just for your name to be called out right after, finding two plates on a tray.

He lets you get up to grab it. It's not like he's going to let you watch him limp over there.

One of the plates is immediately slid right over to him, his drink in some sort of plastic container.

Without waiting, he gives a quick, "Thank you."

And then he grabs a fork to stuff some of the food into his mouth. It burns for a second, so he just lets it settle as he chews slowly.

"You're welcome."

He uses the breakfast as an excuse to keep his gaze from yours, stress slowly overcoming the feeling of his stomach eating itself. He tries to push it down with another large spoonful while he grabs the ketchup.

The lid is popped open, and he holds it over the eggs. It barely misses the rest of his food as a ton plops down instantly.

"Great." Without more of a complaint, he stabs his fork into it.

He grabs his drink and tries to swallow down the taste of tomatoes, but nothing comes out.

He looks over the table and sees how you're actually drinking yours, and now he's thinking about how he's going to ask you how you opened the lid without sounding like an idiot.

Until then. "Is yours any good?"

"It's as sweet as you."

His smile grows wider as he makes sure not to laugh at you just for being sweet. Instead, he places a hand over one of yours.

"Ew."

#dc comcis #dick grayson x gn reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #written #fluff #okay. n e ways (

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Ride 751: Hakogaku's preliminary inspection

Pag 1

1: Plunging into a new chapter!!

Pag 2

1: The rivals standing in their way in the Inter High!!

Pag 3

1: Kanagawa Prefecture, Hakone city

3: Huh, a preliminary inspection

4: for the Inter High!?

5: Yeah... well... it's a usual thing

Now, really? Really?

Pag 4

1: Gwaaa hoii!!

2: I'll go, I'll go, I'll go!!

Yeeah!!

4: Huh, preliminary inspection? I might be a little interested

He's suddenly acting cool!?

5: Ah

Pag 5

1: Coough

Waaaa

He's suddenly vomiting blood!?

2: He definitely bit his tongue while jumping around in excitement earlier....

3: 'm ohey

It's obvious that your tongue hurts....

Yeah...

This guy is always injured....

4: If nohing!!

I get it, I get it!!

5: 'en u we 'eave? (When do we leave?)

In thirty minutes, before the clubroom... you'll take a car to the train station

'aight!!

6: It's so obvious he's happy about it

7: Was that right? They didn't give us details

I guess, it's what Manami-san told us

First year Tobirama

Pag 6

1: Last month, in the club's tournament he won the F-group climber race

Pag 7

1: Yeah, I see, and he's gonna run in this year's Inter High as the sixth regular member of Hakogaku!!

2: Seriously, I

3: I want to be considered cool by everyone!!

4: What's up with him, he looks so cheerful

Cool, cool, Kyuushu~

That Tobirama is so festive

Pag 8

5: Huh!? It's just me and Manami-san!?

Isn't- like, Doubashi-san coming!?

6: Hn.... I told Jou-kun and Yuuto, too, but they had their practice menu, so they said “no”

8: They said no!?

Huh!? But it's a preliminary inspection!?

9: For the Inter High!! A preliminary inspection, right!?

Yeah

Pag 9

1: A preliminary inspection for summer's great battle, right!?

2: That's right... the place we're going to now it's the biggest “mountain”.....

3: A mountain we absolutely have to overcome

4: And yet the other members didn't come!!

Ah... Manami... I'm seeing now that apparently the train stopped because of an accident

Should we just go there directly?

Is that okay? Thank you

5: Directly!? By car!?

Huh!?

6: To Kyuushu!?

7: The Inter High is in Kyuushu, right? How long will it take from here....

Hm? Around

Pag 10

1: Two hours and a half

Pag 11

4: Yeah... we arrived in two and a half hours, but- this is Chiba, isn't it!?

5: Where is Kyuushu!? Ah!? Is there a theme park like the park in Kyuushu here too?

And what abaout the splendid nature!? The big volcano...!!

6: Ah

7: Where will he have the preliminary inspection?

Cool

If you hurry up and get ready...?

Pag 12

1: We'll do our practice menu here, today

Pag 13

2: Our menu.... did you want to practice here just for a change of mood?

3: It's here, right? Where they do tournaments and stuff

It's Chiba's

4: Minegayama, right?

Yeah!!

5: Hakone is better though

6: I wanted to go to Kyuushu

7: Ah, by the way, speaking of Chiba, an acquaintance of mine lives here

Pag 14

1: You know, I was in the basketball club when I was in middle school

Ehh... I didn't know...

2: A good senpai of mine meddled with their basket club....

3: And apparently he was a good friend with my club's teacher advisor, and so they often organized practice matches with Chiba's middle school

4: I got injured a lot back then, too

So I often got injured and that guy from that middle school took care of me

5: He was so good at treating injuries that in my school they called him the “super manager”

6: I guess he's still in the basket club?

Pag 15

2: Ah, by the way, what's today's practice menu?

Fifteen minutes at a fixed output... three or something?

Nahh

3: Since they'll probably come, it's “do your best to win against that guy”!!

3: Huh!?

Who's gonna come!? You organized this with someone?

4: Any time now... probably

But we didn't

5: Organize it

6: Huh!?

The sound of wheels.... from behind us!? A bike!? …. no, more than one

Pag 16

2: They're here

Pag 17

1: Last year's champion, Sohoku High School!!

Pag 18

5: Teh!?

7: Yo

Pag 19

1: It's been a while, Sakamichi-kun

2: Hakogaku's captain, Manami Sangaku- why is he here!!

Pag 20

1: Wearing their jerseys and riding their bikes, there's no way they came here to sightsee!!

2: Manami-kun!!

3: The Inter High is next week already, isn't it? Bu before that.... I thought we should cross that “mountain*” once

(*NdT.: here, the kanji say “mountain king”, but the reading says “mountain”)

Pag 21

1: “Mountain”.....!! “That we absolutely have to overcome”- so this is the “preliminary inspection”!!

2: How about... that summit over there?

Your team... we're at an overwhelmind disadvantage, but

3: We don't plan on losing

It's a “preliminary battle”!?

5: Manami-san's concentration.....

Pag 22

1: it sprang up!!

Sounds interesting, doesn't it!?

Pag 23

1: A preliminary battle!?

He wants' to challenge us!?

2: Now!?

Here!?

3: You came here... on purpose... for this?

4: Yeah

5: I came here for this only?

7: Uh!! Sohoku's captain's.....

Pag 24

1: Onoda-san's concentration sprang up too!!

Got it!!

Pag 25

1: Onoda!!

2: Onoda-kun!!

3: Seriously!?

4: Waaa

5: We're starting a race against those two!? Teh!?

6: Oh, oh oh?

Pag 26

1: Really?

Those jerseys

2: It's Hakone Academy and Sohoku!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 751 #THERES SO MUCH GOING ON IN THIS CHAPTER OH MY GOD #WATANABE YOU ABSOLUTE MADMAN WHAAAAAAAT #okay okay in order: let's start from Tobirama who is sUCH AN ADORABLE DORK I LOVED HIM SINCE THE FIRST TIME HE APPEARED BUT NOW HE'S!!!!#ANOTHER ONE OF MY BABIES!!!#trying to act all cool when hes actually just a giant excited dork asdhaksfasjhdk now this is a kind of character that hakogaku missed #and he knows rokudaiiiiiiii the way i screamed when i read that page omg #d e s t i n e d r i v a l s im telling you #and theyre both climbers !!(i mean it was pretty obvious already that theyd be rivals and the new ge onoda and manami BUT!!!#it still makes me so excited #then!! Manami just straight up going to chiba and challenging onoda sadgjasf #he really said 'i want to have a nice chill race against you and if we cant have it at the IH then we'll have it here and ill take things*#*into my own hands' and i respect him for that #also excuse me my shippy sansaka heart but when onoda said 'you came here just bc of that'#and manami said 'yeah i only came here to do this'#and then onoda made that face- looked to me like he was kinda offended that manami didnt go there just to hang out with him asdasdghj lmao #AND THEN THE END OMG THEY WAY I YELLED WHEN I SAW THAT LAST PAGEEEEE #KIJIIIIIIIII MY LOOOVEEEEEE #i swear watanabe loves him more than we do he never misses a chance to make him show up #everybody say thank you watanabe!#is he gonna meet manami next chapter???? pleeeaseeee #at first i thought he would join the race but then i noticed he's riding a mtb and not a road race #soooooo :eyes emoji:

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natjennie · 11 months

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cap helping alison with the wedding decorations is so good but particularly that part when he holds up his stick to the chair rows and is like "just line that up, splendid" or whatever like he's measuring them... he's soooo silly goofy what does he think he's doing. I love you captain.

#n e way i love him #'on the ends- a floral streetlight if you will :)'#his little hoppy jog...#he is so precious to me #that's MY emotional support middle aged autistic gay man OKAY #bbc ghosts #the captain #how the fuck do we tag him can someone decide

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whiskyarts · 7 months

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It's man devouring man, my dear— And who are we to deny it in here?

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petrichorium · 11 months

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even if it’s not what i think it’ll be i’d love to hear your yan jing yuan thoughts 🙏

Okay in essence I think,,,,,,,, the impulse is there and he actively shoves it down 🫣

Like it’s there!!! He sees you smiling at someone and there’s a tugging feeling in his gut and he knows he could drag you away and lock you up for millennia without lifting a finger, and he really does consider it; imagines being the only one who can see you, imagines you with nothing to do but be pampered by him all day, always in his bed or his garden, never having to find you laughing and spending time with anyone else. Nothing to do with yourself but accept his adoration. How much has he given to his people, to the Luofu? Surely he deserves to be selfish with this one thing.

He could collar you without batting an eye. All his, for the rest of your nigh-infinite lives. He likes the thought, he really does.

But that only lasts a millisecond. Because above all else the Arbiter-General Jing Yuan is clever, and he knows the consequences of that line of thought—not that he’d be stopped, not at all, but that you would never truly love him if he went through with it. Sure he’d wear you down eventually but that would never be the same, and he would lose any chance of his genuine affection being returned. And his pride might never recover from that wound.

Sure, he could make you his pet, and he’d find some satisfaction in that. But it would be fleeting. He holds you too highly to want to break you; yes, he deserves to be greedy with you, and that means he doesn’t just want you in his arms. He wants your love, your life, and he wants to earn it honorably. You’re a discerning little thing, giving him a run for his money, but he’d be lying if he said he hated the chase. It’ll make it all the sweeter to win properly.

He needs you to choose him, freely, of your own accord. He needs you to want him even a fraction of how much he wants you, and he needs that desire to be your own.

#ask.🌧#saintshigaraki #pluvi’s pals #char.🌧 jing yuan #yandere.cw #he just like has the impulse and then goes no wait that’s horrible #I don’t want another pet I have too many responsibilities anyway r u kidding KDNFKNRKRN #okay that last bit is more comedic but n e way #u get what I mean. the instinct is there but he ignores it #and sometimes it’s HARD to ignore #the first time u fall into his bed… he wakes up before u and just. stares. ur so pretty and peaceful and he could just lock the door……………..#but then you stir and make the cutest little noise and lean into him and he Knows it’ll be so much more satisfying to #coax you back into his bed again instead #he might not outright do anything that forces you to not have any other options but he damn well makes his interest clear and who would ever #try to compete with him for anything let alone your hand #might as well be staking his claim #there u go. local man fights w his own instincts to not just fuck you up entirely #he likes the chase!!! it’s in his nature to want to win it!!!

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