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barbatusart · 27 days

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bit of thinking outloud but for my current tactician run im doing a special wyll origins playthrough im calling the Evil Wyll Run & it’s given me a lot of food for thought about his character (or at least the freedom of psychological movement + exploration afforded to an origin run!)

wyll spoilers abound we’re entering the wyllenium here

wyll always felt a bit underwritten to me - i know that’s partially because there was that big kerfuffle in the 11th hour with changing his whole story and personality on top of having to recast his VA, and frankly hats off to both original VA lanre malaolu & new VA theo solomon for their hard work - both brought tremendous performances, & i sincerely hope mr malaolu was paid well for his work & time even if his voice wasn’t used in the final cut (i would also say warlock as a class itself felt a bit underdeveloped but im 100% OK with chalking that up to me the player not understanding how to play warlock effectively yet lol im more of a fighter barbarian Hit Stuff guy)

but honestly this feeling of being “underwritten” combined with a character with a long history of heroism in his pocket made wyll really interesting to me even in my tav playthrough. for all his accomplishments he still feels like a blank everyman, or like he’s someone who fully believes he’s the main character who doesn’t “need” to do any extra work on himself - and honestly he feels Very much like he could be The Main Character. once his backstory of the son of the duke was revealed too i immediately got the sense of like, rich boy trying to prove his worth beyond his wealth and status by striking out & becoming that hero, or that Prince Charming. basically that perfect happily ever after somebody. and im of the opinion that you don’t get mixed up with a cambion in the first place unless you’re either the kind of naïve “everything will just work out” immature that tends to comes with his status as the son of a noble, or you’re hungering for power. depending on playstyle he’s very easily both of these things

on the naïve front (ie a good wyll playthrough) if anything he feels very believably immature, & from that perspective the events of the game feel as though they’re the prequel to the actual start of wyll's story where he finally finds himself & learns what kind of man he really is. we just dont get to see it alas, but i really enjoyed the thought exercise of somebody still grappling with overcoming his own immaturity. he feels like someone who can still grow and that his tale is just beginning

Evil Wyll (meaning any time mizora shows up he drops everything to enact her instruction & hasnt once tried to find a loophole out of his contract) which ive come to be far more fascinated by is someone clearly vying for power, which is interesting because his noble status would’ve given him all the power he wants had he Played Nice. to me it speaks of someone who wants to be able to take what he wants from life without it being handed to him, which contrasts in a really fascinating way with entering into a warlock pact at all. maybe he thought it was better that it be a decision he made as opposed to nobility given to him by his family ties, maybe there’s still that pollyanna sentiment of “it’ll just work out & ill live happily ever after.” again maybe both. maybe in a sense the fiend, as he calls himself, is a good excuse to shuck off any poor decision he makes or any genuinely heinous thing he does under mizora’s instruction - an identity he uses as power fantasy (and very much in tandem/interchangeable with the blade of frontiers power fantasy) until it means taking ownership for any of his misdeeds, and then a scapegoat.

may be a bit incoherent but im only now hitting act 3 in my origin run & im Really enjoying this difficult characterization ive cooked up for myself lol

#wyll ravengard #baldur’s gate 3

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mattsturniolosmuse · 27 days

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Road Head

Part 4 of Meant To Be: A Heartbreak High Fanfic

Reader POV

Synopsis: It's your birthday! You go over to Cash's to make brownies, and he has a gift for you. On the way home, you give him road head. This is also pretty short, so I'm sorry.

Warnings: blowjob on the road, dry humping/lap dance, swearing, suggestive language, talking about drugs, pet names, fluff

Song: One More Light by Linkin Park

♥🎵 Who cares if one more light goes out, well I do🎵♥

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

my hubby💍: hey baby, happy bday

Me: hey handsome, thanks

my hubby💍: what you up to

Me: nothin wbu

my hubby💍: nothing wanna come over

Me: idk... im kinda tired

my hubby💍: i'll shag you we'll make brownies

Me: omw casanova

my hubby💍: casanova? what?

Me: 🤫🧏

my hubby💍: girl-

I shove my phone in my pocket, and grab my jacket (a gift from Harper). I shove my feet into the first shoes I see, which happen to be crocs, and grab my bike from the side of the house.

The bike ride to Cash's house is only about 3 minutes, so I was in no rush. I feel my phone buzzing every 5 seconds, so I stop to check it.

my hubby💍: GRR

my hubby💍: WHERE ARE YOU

Me: relax im like two minutes away

my hubby💍: WHERE ARE YOU

my hubby💍: ohhhh okay haha

I chuckle and slip my phone back into my pocket. I open the door to Cash's house, and Darude greets me, trying to eat my crocs.

"Hey, Darude." I say. I've grown used to him, although he hates me and tries to kill me everytime he sees me.

"Bunny?" Cash calls to you from the kitchen. You walk in, and he has on a chef's hat, with multiple bowls and spoons on the counter. You snort.

"What?" He asks, smiling. You kiss him gently before taking off his chefs hat and putting it on your own head.

"It looks better on me." You say.

You guys lose track of time. By the the time the brownies were in the oven, it was nearly ten. You spend most of your time throwing chocolate chips at Cash, and he spent some time licking chocolate icing off of your lips.

"You are a horny slut." You tell him, as he kisses the back of your neck.

"Your horny slut. Oh, I have your birthday gift upstairs." He says. His nan comes into the kitchen.

"Mm! Smells good. Happy birthday, dumpling." She says, squishing your cheeks.

"Hi, nan. Thank you." You say smiling. You've grown into calling her 'nan' because you didn't know her actual name. Edna didn't seem to suit her, either (if someone picks up on that I will be eternally happy).

>>>><<<<

You pull down the wrapping, to reveal a Nike box. You laugh.

"No you fucking didn't." You say, opening it. Tears fill your eyes as you see the shoes you've always wanted but couldn't afford. They were Air Jordan's, purple and white. You hug him, kissing him full on the lips. You let the kiss linger for a while before pulling away.

"Can you drive me home?" You ask Cash. He nods, grabbing his keys off of the mantle.

"Let's go, pretty." Cash says, spinning you around and leading you outside.

"You seen much of Chook lately?" You ask him, noticing his absence of weed and drugs. He shrugs.

"I left the eshays." He says. Your jaw drops.

"What? Where am I gonna get weed now?" You ask teasingly. He smiles.

"I'm kidding. That's good, Chook was horrible to you." You say, grabbing his hand. He nods.

"Will you give me road head?" He asks, not taking his eyes off the road. You throw your head back and laugh.

"What? Why?" You ask.

"Because you look fucking hot and I love you, and thinking about you makes me horny." He says. You bend over the console, pulling his sweats down his legs along with his boxers. You kiss his tip gently, and he moans, clenching the steering wheel tightly. You take all of him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

"Mmm, just like that." Cash moans, taking one hand off of the steering wheel to push your head on him further. You gag and drool as he hits the back of your throat.

"You like it when I fuck your throat like this?" Cash asks you, jaw tight. You moan in response, sending vibrations down his cock.

"Holy shit! I'm close." Cash moans, his eyes rolling back. You feel him twitch and throb, and a few bobs of your head later, his load is shooting down your throat. You remove your mouth from him with a loud pop. You smile at him, satisfied.

"I fucking love you." He says, struggling to catch his breath.

"Love you too, babe." You say, kissing him. He grabs your face and pulls you closer, his tongue invading your mouth.

You crawl into his lap, slowly grinding into him. He moans into your mouth. You continue grinding into him, your pussy throbbing.

"You're gonna make me cum again." Cash moans, pushing your waist down into him. You chuckle and get off of him.

"What? No, get back here!" He says, as you open your door.

"Can't! Gotta go! Love you!" You say, walking to your house. You smile to yourself, knowing fully what you could do to him.

I'm tagging one person:

@izzyhorwell

Thanks for making me continue! I've been too lazy lately :(

#heartbreak high #cash piggott #douglas piggott #douglas cash piggott #eshay #x reader #cash smut

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akutasoda · 8 months

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heyyyy love ur writing style a lott!!

hehe enemies troupe with chuuya in which they see each other at a ball and reader is well known and cocky target of the port mafia and she’s an assassin and they both get sent to kill eachother JAJWJEKWM

(ps one of those moments with like a lot of tension where they waltz with eachother while glaring daggers and muttering the most gut wrenching threats to eachother BUT THEY CANT DO ANYTHING BC THEY’LL MAKE A SCENE AND BLOW THEIR COVER so all they can do is dig their nails and pinch eachother in the meantime.) god i live for this troupe.

dancing with the devil

synopsis - missions sometimes cross paths with others but undercover missions require alot of self control

includes - chuuya

warnings - fem!reader(she/her pronouns), assassin reader, enemies to lovers, slight violence, wc - 814

a/n: hiii! thank you so much! im personally loving all these enemies to lovers troupes with chuuya hehe - similar posts here and here.

when the file had been tossed into your hands you thought nothing more of it, your employer obviously needed it done as quick as possible and who were you too argue. upon opening it you smirked to yourself as you read the title 'port mafia executive', your employer seemed to assign most of the port mafia members on the hitlist to you, not that you minded.

this was by far one of the highest ranking targets you had received so far, an ability using port mafia executive. he was named chuuya, not that you really cared, but he was attending a ball hosted by an unknown host, obviously a business deal for the port mafia. you couldn't wait.

but unbeknownst to you, your previous attempts on port mafia members lifes had made you quite the conversation among members. small rumours passed around that eventually became too much for the boss of the port mafia to handle. and he was faced with the issue of trying to get rid of you before you got rid of more members. until the opening pronounced it to himself. he had received a tip of sorts that you were to be attempting to get rid of one of his executives at the very ball they were hosting. so why not retaliate the same way before chuuya ends up like your other targets.

when chuuya was called to the office, he was quite curious. if it was a matter for executives they would normally have a meeting or if it was a mission he would be passed the file down, nit meet in person. but upon hearing mori out he realised why. he can't believe it. now he had to spend his evening hunting you down. all that could be heard from chuuya as he left was 'why do i have to deal with her'

and eventually the ball was in full swing. you had decided to blend in you would have to actually dress for the occasion but still have the flexibility in your outfit to complete your mission. and chuuya had to dress in similar fashion but his distinguished hat a mop of hair mad ehim really stick out to you. and at this point, although you had no idea that he was on a similar mission, to stay cautious. you couldn't afford to slip up.

you knew killing him in the middle of crowds would do no good for an escape before someone realized. so you bit your tongue and went with the option of trying to woo him away to a more secluded area. so you headed in his direction. however as soon as he saw a woman of similar age heading in his direction he immediately recognised your face from the file. he too knew that you couldn't do anything in the crowd but that meant neither could he. it was a waiting game.

he was surprised when you striked up a simple conversation with him, but to go along he answered honestly and engaged in the conversation. until a young couple had walked up to you two complementing you two as if you were also a couple. you quickly denied but a change in music signalled it was time for the couples dancing. and as people started flocking to the floor in perfect waltzing, the young couple urged you to join them.

and that was how you had found yourself in what you could only describe as a perfectly crafted hell. oh you wish you could kill him right there and then. he wasn't too happy with it either. but to play the part and avoid suspicion he went along, he had to admit you were alright at dancing until you started purposefully stepping on his feet.

two could play at that game. among the sea of people, if one were to truly pay attention they would notice the daggers that glared towards the other in your duo. the purposeful mistakes of stepping(stamping) on each others feet and pinches that only made the air tenser between you two. maybe if the music wasn't as loud the nearby paors could hear the absolutely gut wrenching words exchange, the ways you would imagine the other dead and various ways in causing the other pain. only if you could reach for your weapon concealed in your clothes and get this over and done with, but the last thing you needed was for your cover to be blown and make a scene. especially because you knew the place was crawling with other mafioso.

as the music started dying out you took it as an opportunity to abruptly excuse yourself not without dealing a harsh elbow to his ribs as you walked past. you would have to get him another way. but time was running out for the night and you'd be dammed if you missed this opportunity.

#x reader #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x fem!reader

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levmada · 1 year

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to kind of provide some sort of answer to one of the many questions surrounding newborn levi: i get the impression that kuchel's experience of giving birth to him was... rough. rough in the sense that kuchel was in labour for a long time. and that as far as complications go, he wasn't breathing immediately when he came out; kuchel's fear quickly morphs into relief when he starts breathing roughly 7 seconds or so later. but after, kuchel would rest for days whilst someone else watches baby levi.

i decided to combine these bc i have Many thoughts !!!! also i ripped my own heart out of my chest writing this. im a mess lol

//giving birth(?)

Giving birth to Levi was the most nerve-wracking and painful experience of Kuchel's life—as well as the best day of her life. Obviously she got no medicine for the pain, and a c-section wasn't an option because the risk of infection would've been enormous, and regardless there was no way Kuchel had a doctor or nurse to help her (and considering the time aot is set in, women dying during childbirth was probably very common), only some of her closest friends who volunteered to help.

The labor lasted hours (you know how babies cry out of the womb bc the experience of being born is traumatic? headcanon tiny itty bitty baby Levi did not feel like leaving his momma's belly so the labor was doubly difficult). He was a tiny newborn too.

One woman brings him into her arms immediately, swaddling him in an old towel, and announces it's a boy!! And Kuchel just starts weeping. Exhaustion, joy, relief. He's here.

While two women clean him off, Kuchel's closest friend is sitting by her head comforting and laughing with her (imagine, she gave birth in the same bed she worked in oh my god it hurts?), the two coddling Levi get frantic because his lips are blue and he isn't breathing.

Kuchel was already mumbling, "Let me see my baby, give me Levi," (she already had a name if it turned out to be boy). Her heart fucking drops to her stomach when the terror appears on their faces.

Would the women realistically know how to give CPR to a newborn (is that a thing?) or know what to do at all? No, or at least doubtful. Kuchel's best friend tears away from her, the most level-headed one and most determined, and strokes his back with a few fingers. Mumbling quickly please, please while Kuchel covers her red-rimmed eyes with her arm. Blubbering, "No. He's strong. He's strong," and then she just screams, "Help him!"

(please let me diffuse the tension i am having a heart attack) Kuchel's best friend slaps Levi on the butt (isn't that a thing nurses do?) until the blubbering and tension of the room silences the moment he starts to wail. throws his head back and cries and cries. goddd. Everyone, but especially Kuchel is laughing crazily and weeping at the same time. Color rises to his cheeks finally.

Kuchel stretches her arms out and jaw trembling, begs for him. Finally, the squirming bundle is carefully transferred to her hold before she even thinks of letting her legs down. Nothing else in the world matters, including the praise and reassurances of her friends and especially her own pain.

And he really is strong. Whimpers and cries as he's cooed and doted over, doesn't fall asleep for several minutes afterwards. Kuchel's cheeks are wet, and she can't stop looking at him. As soon as she saw his face, it's cemented in her. She already knew she loved him more than anything in the entire world, and she always would, but it's real now. It's that type of love that could break anyone down to tears. It's devastating.

He already has a little tuft of hair, and it's the darkest black just like hers. Ironically, no one could afford a cradle or little toys for him (besides one beaten rattle more designed for a doll), except for a white woolen hat fit for a baby to keep him warm.

Teeny tiny fingers that can barely wrap around one of her own. Holding him to her chest, while at the same time treating him like glass because she's horrified of hurting him. Of anything else going wrong.

Meanwhile the sweat is wiped off Kuchel's forehead and a blanket is laid over her legs (to none of her notice). She's okay, too. Her friends give her time alone with him (and most definitely use the excuse to face Kuchel's boss(es) themselves. The entire labor was most definitely loud and "disruptive" to business as usual, and they were going to do everything in their power for Kuchel not to hear the ramifications, and to take whatever punishment will come).

Kuchel could've easily fallen into an exhausted sleep while listening to the slight sounds of his breathing. But to keep herself awake until one of the women is back, she's murmuring so softly that someone across the room wouldn't be able to hear: "Oh... you're so beautiful. You're amazing... Oh my god. I love you. You're my sweet angel."

(im tearing up)

A short time (for the average) later, after Kuchel's friend has come back to sit with her, but before Kuchel can bear to hand him off so that she can rest, his eyes open. Her eyes blur with tears once again, which she quickly blinks away. The sweetest little grey eyes appear when he just barely cracks his eyes open. Innocently peering up.

And Kuchel's friend says, "My god. He looks just like you."

And the tears start up again. It barely crosses Kuchel's mind that her brother isn't here—she already knows that Levi is all she needs.

Days following the birth, Kuchel rests. The women do what they can all things considered, but on a lighter note they have a thorough debate over who will babysit him (everyone wanted to. everyone cooed over him and touched his chubby cheeks omg). Kuchel probably had to bargain with her boss(es) that she would pick up extra shifts as soon as she was able. The only think about it that bothered her was her ability to take care of Levi through all of it. Without question he was her new, sole priority. Her sun (and her son). Her reason for living.

| levi masterlist | main masterlist |

#fuck writing this was pure emotional turmoil #i'll post the other ones tomorrow i am drained hehe #aot headcanons #kuchel ackerman #aot imagines #attack on titan hcs #levi attack on titan #attack on titan fluff #snk fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfiction

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rottingraisins · 11 months

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could you recommend me some (any and all) scp fics to put on my to read list? im trying to get back into the fandom after not really keeping up with it for a while and now i cant fund anything that isn’t incredibly confusing or like 7 years old

also. the way you draw meri is absolutely gorgeous shes so fluffy

First of all thank u i love deer woman hehe! 2nd of all by god I sat on this for over 3 months bc, like, see, the thing about scp is that the line between fanfic and canon might as well not exist. I sincerely recommend that if youre trying to get back into it you start with the actual site itself bc most of the good writers who are into scp are just straight up on there.

However (!) there’s still a handful of offsite scp writing deemed “too soft” for the site or written by someone unwilling to engage with the wikis greenlighting process (which I respect massively, same hat) that im very fond of that I put under the cut 4 you. I hope you find something you like in there!

Peanut Butter Cookies by bandtrees

Possibly my favorite SCP fanfic on all of AO3. Follows Troy Lament during the events of In His Own Image, but with a few more glimpses into his private life and inner workings than he is afforded on the wiki. Also features some really charming appearances from miscellaneous senior staff, most prominently Agatha Rights. An examination of what it would actually be like to work for the Foundation, especially under one of its old legends, carried by very real-feeling character interactions.

the delicate art of sleeping through the night by thefriendlyvandal

I feel like everyone already knows about this one but it deserves to go here anyway by virtue of making me so thoroughly unwell (in the very best of ways). Clef/Kondraki fic taking place in the same universe as SCP-4231, and in fact written by the same guy. Perpetually unfinished, but what's there is enough to tear my heart out thrice over. Those old men can be so doomed.

The First Year by existentialterror

Arguably not fanfic at all by virtue of being written by Light's author, but it fits the above-mentioned criteria of being offsite writing that I think is really underrated. Light and her assistant Vaux's first Christmas at their newly acquired Site up in Scandinavia where they look at ghosts and contemplate the past and the Foundation and their place within it. Wonderful little character study and full of the humanity that authorlight imbues all of her writing with

Then and Now by bondsmagii

In the same weird not-really-fanfic-limbo as the above Light story since it's written by authorkondraki, but who cares. Set in the same universe as Quiet Days, Kondraki and his twin sister explore the ruins of Site-17 some few years after the end. A bit hammy, but I think about it a lot.

feathers and lonely cells by Nacho

Iris angst set in the Devils Advocate canon but not necessarily requiring having read it to understand what's going on. Wingfic, which I didn't know was like, a whole thing, before stumbling across it but it sure does take the concept of "people having wings" places. Ongoing, I'm acquainted with the author and they're planning on continuing it!

Also I fail to pick just one but I think everyone should check out my friend John @handsome-john's entire ao3 gallery he is such a skilled writer and I think everyone should clap and cheer for him. Known on this blog mostly for Mann/Kondraki cannibalism yaoi so far but he's been letting me peep his works in progress and he's dropping some massive bangers soon it looks like. Haha John you are on my tumblr blog

#not art

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verynastyspoon · 4 months

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Brokeback Mountain (alternate happy ending)

Warnings: Smut and Mention of murder

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Ennis and Jack were up on brokeback mountain. The sun was setting, a fire is burning and Ennis and Jack are having a long overdue conversation

“Me and Lureen divorced.” Jack said looking up at Ennis.

“Oh, sorry.” Ennis takes a swig of whiskey.

“Ennis,” Jack sighs “what are we doing?”

“What do you mean?”

Jack pulls Ennis close by his jacket.

“Ennis we’re both divorced now, and I don’t wanna spend another moment away from you. Whats stopping us from just living out in a cabin in the middle of nowhere?”

“Our kids, our jobs, getting beaten to death for being queer. The list goes on Jack.”

“Im sick of being fucking miserable Ennis!” Jack stands up. “Having to spend every god damn day alone not being able to be who I am, I’m fucking sick of it! Life is too short to stay living like this.”

“Jack do you think I fucking like this either!” Ennis puts his head in his hands and takes a deep breath.

Jack sits back down and puts a hand on Ennis shoulder. “We don’t have to, we can get new jobs and live in the middle of nowhere away from everyone who can hurt us.”

“What about our kids?”

“We both only get to see our kids once a month. We can move to a state in between Texas and Wyoming and when we get to see our kids stay in a hotel with them.”

“And how the hell would we afford all this.”

“Lureen was loaded and after the divorce I got half he money.” Jack takes Ennis face in his hands. “We have all the tools we need to be happy, the only thing stopping us is you.”

Ennis takes Jack hands off his face and takes them into his own. Ennis sits in thought for a while then looks up into Jack eyes. “You’re right Jack.” Ennis takes a deep breath. “Lets do it.”

Jack smiles brighter than he has in his whole life, happy tears brimming in his eyes as he pulls Ennis into a kiss. “I love you Ennis del mar.”

Ennis looks at him in shock not expecting the sudden confession. He pulls Jack into a hug and softly says. “I love you too Jack twist.” Ennis pulls Jack back into the kiss.

The kiss was different than normal. Most of the other ones were full of lust and intent, but this one was only showing their love and devotion for one another. Jack knocks of Ennis’s hat, running his fingers through his hair pulling him closer. Ennis runs in tongue along Jacks lips asking for entry which was quickly accepted. Their tongues move perfectly together after over a decade of practice.

Jack stands up taking Ennis with him, kissing all the way to the tent. He lays Ennis down and straddles his waist, kissing his neck and jawline. Jack unbuttons Ennis’s shirt, and kisses his way down after every button. Jack softly grinds against Ennis’s buldge, while rubbing his hands down Ennis’s newly exposed chest.

Ennis groans softly and pulls Jack back down into a quick kiss and starts unbuckling his pants. Jack gets the message and scoots down in between Ennis’s legs while unbuttoning his own shirt. Ennis pushes his pants and boxers down just enough for his half hard cock to pop out. Jack takes it into his hands pumping his cock to full length. He licks the underside of his cock from bottom to top before sucking on the tip. Ennis lets out a loud groan urging him to go deeper. Jack takes him in further into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down, using his hands for whatever he cant fit.

After a while of going this same rhythm Jack hollows out his cheeks and takes Ennis’s length as far as he can. Jacks gags but pushes through. He looks up at Ennis with tears in his eyes, dick all the way down his throat, pubes brushing against his nose looking absolutely pathetic. All Ennis can think about is how beautiful Jack looks choking on his cock.

“Fuck,” Ennis groans, pulling Jack off his length with a loud slurp. He makes quick work of Jack’s pants, switching positions, Ennis now straddling the others waist. Jack kicks his pants the rest of the way off as Ennis spits on his fingers and prods at Jack hole. One finger slips in with ease, quickly followed by a second. They pull each other into a passionate kiss, as Ennis scissors Jack open.

Ennis pulls back and grabs his cock, rubbing it against Jacks already abused hole. Jack wraps his legs around Ennis, urging him to thrust in. He complies and slowly pushes into Jack’s tight hole. They both groan in approval, cuddling there for a moment, not moving, just enjoying their shared love for each other. Ennis dips his head into Jack shoulder breathing in his scent, as he slowly starts to move. They hold each other, both softly kissing anything within reach.

Ennis puts his hands under Jacks ass, giving him more leverage and a better angle. They move faster, starting to desperately grind against each other. Ennis starts trying different angles trying to find the others prostate, when he does Jack lets out a high pitch moan.

This sinful sound of wet ploping and groans is all that can be heard within brokeback moutian. Jack cums first, involuntary squeezing around the others cock. Ennis pushes in as far as he can and cums deep within Jack.

They both lay there basking in post orgasm bliss, enjoying each others presence.

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Authors note: This is my first fic! I would love some constructive criticism to help me get better.

#brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #gay love #smut #lovers #happy ending #this movie was so good #this movie made me cry #normally not what I post #cry #boy love

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livingdeadmlm · 2 years

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Ayo, i was thinking and what about Jesse Pinkman with a bf that has anger issues? gotta admit this kinda personal cuz of my own anger issues 😔✌️

It's okay hot people got anger issues (I also have anger issues)

I think early on he had a much easier time handling any outburst

He’s very laid back and knows how to calm the situation down most of the time

but as things get more on the line for him in his work he has a harder time keeping a steady head

With all of the stress of Walter and his life on the line almost every day you can guarantee a very long conversation needs to be had with both of you

If the anger is directed at other people and their wrongdoings he sympathizes with you 99% of the time

What can he say you’re usually in the right

That 1% is like “I can see their side but from your side babe.”

little fic, I don’t know I got carried away and it didn’t quite fit the request but it’s not enough to be its own post ya know??

One day while he was out and you were staying in his home a loud banging on the front door shook his house

You walked over to the door putting on one of the large shirts Jesse had left around the house

The banging got louder and a voice of an older man began to yell for your boyfriend

“HEY MAN STOP BANGING ON THE FUCKING DOOR IM COMING.”

The cool metal of the doorknob felt more like ice against your hand

Swinging open the door you saw a bald man roll his eyes at the sight of you

“Jesus Christ! Where’s Jesse? He won’t pick up his phone.” He annunciated his words heavily. Then he leaned forward attempting to enter the living room

“Hey, man back up! Jesse isn’t here right now, who even are you?”

He sighed heavily, “that’s none of your damn business tell your junkie friend to answer.his.phone.” Pointed at you like you were guilty of something

“That junkie is my fucking boyfriend you shitdick! Who’s sober now by the way! So now get the fuck off my property before I take care of you myself.”

The man waved his hand at you dismissing the threat. Like clockwork, Jesse's car pulled into the driveway

He stumbled out of the car towards the two of you on the porch

“Mr.white the hell are you doing here man?”

Before Walter could get a word out you recognized his name as the same name that seemed to follow Jesse and all the awful situations he’s been put in the last year or so.

“Answer your damn phone! I’ve called you 5 times today-” he got caught off by you punching him in the jaw

The older man stumbled and held his jaw, a shocked expression across his face.

Jesse stepped back in shock but quickly went to pull you into the house to avoid you hurting Walter more, they couldn’t afford for someone to alert the cops

The pain in your hand stung but you didn’t focus on it before you finally had the chance to tell of the man who seemingly tore jesses life apart

“You bastard! You better stop thinking my boyfriend needs to drop everything he’s doing at the drop of a hat for you! Now leave! And I better not ever see you come back here again!!” Jesse shut the door and locked it

He held you jumbled words made it out of his mouth that “it’s okay” “he’ll deal with him later”

#jesse pinkman #Jesse pinkman x male reader #brbaxmale reader

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dreamcorechild · 10 months

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[Muzan woke up first to start off his morning routine. Being a grumpy gentleman and waking up the others with one loud mega speaker. He had news to tell that could entice those to take part in.. Gyokko didn't get the message. He hid in his vase to block out the noice, only for him to not notice Muzan holding a sledgehammer right next to him. Doma scurried his way to get himself ready with elegant manners, He was in the bathroom for 15 minutes, just to brush his teeth.]

Kokushibo: "Doma, hurry up! We all want to use the bathroom!"

Kaigaku: "Yeah! You've been in there for more than 10 minutes!! IM DYING FOR A PISS!!!"

Akaza: "I got some beef with this guy once he gets his fat ass out..."

Kokushibo: "For once. I'm with you there..."

Doma: "You guys never learn the respect of self esteem! I'm nearly finished yet you all are ranting like karens!"

Akaza: "DO WE LOOK LIKE KARENS TO YOU, YOU OBESE WEIGHT HEADED BLONDE BITCH!?!?!"

Doma: "....Yes."

Kaigaku: "THAT'S IT. IF YOU DONT LET US IN FOR THE NEXT 10 SECONDS.. ILL GET A FUCKING AXE AND ILL CHOP DOWN THIS RIDICULOUS LOOKING DOOR!!"

Doma: "Oh you wouldn't. You know your gonna be the one who's paying for the damages."

Kaigaku: "I GOT ENOUGH CASH CAUSE I ACTUALLY GOT A JOB!!"

Kokushibo: "You do?"

Kaigaku: "Yes... Being your student."

Akaza: "That's not a job though...."

Kaigaku: "...WELL.. ATLEAST I GET PAID FOR SUFFERING WITH YOU FUCKERS!!!"

Muzan: "CAN YOU LOT JUST SHUT UP ALREADY AND GET CHANGE. WERE GONNA BE LEAVING IN A FEW MINUTES AND ALL YOU THREE ARE DOING IS SQUABBLING LIKE DICKHEADS!!!"

Kokushibo: "NOT UNTIL DOMA LET US USE THE BATHROOM! I NEED TO BRUSH MY HAIR!!"

Kaigaku: "I NEED TO TAKE A PISS!!!!"

Akaza: "And I just need to.. Stare at the mirror."

Muzan: ".... Akaza.. There's mirrors everywhere.."

Akaza: "I know. I just like to stare at the bathroom one.."

Muzan: "You have one strange habit..."

Kaigaku: "5 MORE SECONDS DOMA. GET YOUR PLUMPY BOOTY OUT OF THIS BATHROOM, NOW!!!!!"

Doma: "Okay, Okay!! Jeez Christ you guys never let me have my privacy!!!"

Muzan: "Well you always interrupted mine!!"

Kaigaku: "FINALLY I CAN NOW TAKE A FRICKING PI-"

SLAM!!!

Kokushibo: "Sorry Kaigaku! I was the first one in. So you may need to wait for another minute.."

Kaigaku: "......FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"

[Daki got change into something that girls wear for summer. Shorts, a cardigan, a large straw made sun hat, and some sunglasses. Gyutaro always questions her fashion. But never seems to have the courage to say it out loud.. All he knows is that not once in his life. Has he ever experience the ocean.]

Gyutaro: "Why do we even need to go to the seaside.. Not like there's gonna be any sands waiting for us or any bars or.. Even the.. Ocean???"

Daki: "You Havnt seen what the ocean is like.. Have you?"

Gyutaro: "How could I not know... I was inside of you when you went solo!!!"

Nakime: "Gyutaro. If your that persistent, then we dont mind you staying here on your own while we all have fun."

Gyutaro: "I WASN'T EVEN GOING TO DECLINE. OF COURSE I WANTED TO GO!!!"

Urogi: "There will be fishes there.. Right?"

Daki: "Precisely, There's always gonna be bigger fishes in the water.. Where else would the fishes be? A exotic restaurant where professional chefs serves many food that us, peasants cant afford."

Zohakuten: "I got the towels and umbrella ready. I am so ready to enjoy the beach! I even got buckets and spade for us to make some sand castles!!"

Urogi: "AYYYY!!! Zo hawk gluten mo hawk! LONG TIME NO SEE-"

WHACK.

SMACK.

PUNCH.

CRACK.

Zohakuten: "THAT'S NOT MY NAME DUMBASS!! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN LONG TIME NO SEE? WE MET SINCE YESTERDAY.. GET IT RIGHT YOU LOW LIFE BRAIN!!"

Aizetsu: "Do we really need to argue.. On the day when we all get to enjoy the sands and the sea??"

Nakime: "I agree-"

[Oh, it wasn't just them who argues most of the time. The sounds of a blade crashed into the walls and ice melting shivered them with goosebumps. They looked out of the main lobby to see Doma being chased by Kokushibo while he is being chased by Muzan while he is being chased by Kaigaku while he is being chased by Akaza. Their faces tells such disappointment.]

Akaza: "FOR GOD YORRICHI'S SAKE. GIVE IT A BREAK YOU GUYS!!!"

Kaigaku: "ILL FUCKING KILL YOU DOMA!!!!"

Kokushibo: "I SWEAR BY IT, I HERE BY DECLARE WAR ON DOMA."

Doma: "UAHHHH, MUZAN MY LORD AND GOD! SAVE MEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

Muzan: "KOKOPUFFS! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH WITH THIS STUPID WILD GOOSE CHASE! NOW HURRY UP AND HELP ME PACK UP THE BARBEQUE!!!"

Kokushibo: "YOU HAVNT EVEN USE YOUR RUSTY CRUSTY BARBEQUE IN YEARS. IT MAY NOT EVEN WORK ANYMORE!!!!"

[Doma skated through his pathway of ice. He made sure he was far away from the overwhelming orangutans. He didn't even bother to see whats in front of him. It was already to late for him to stop when he bumped into Sonny. He was sent flying towards the many art structures which toppled over like a stack of dominos. Once the dust passes. Sonny was filled with tears.]

Sonny: "Owwie.."

Doma: "O-OH UH. SORRY LITTLE ONE I UHH.."

Karaku: "....."

Doma: "...GETTING AWAY FROM THOSE LUNATICS OVER THERE!!!"

Karaku: "OH?~ Is that so???"

[Doma nodded while fake tears streamed down his eyes. Karaku could only roll his in response.]

Karaku: "Oh stop it with those salty tears. You can always hide in those vases. I'm sure Gyokko wont mind."

Gyokko: "I DIDN'T AGREE TO THAT. HIS FAT HEAD WOULD SMASH IT WITH ONE STARE!!"

Doma: "No I wouldn't..."

[Even with the weight of a human. Doma could slowly make his body slim. Climbing inside the bigger vase to take refugee in. He wanted to know if they had went pass him... No noise was heard for a few minutes.]

Doma: "They didn't see me.. Right?"

Karaku: "Nope. Your all good pal!"

Doma: "GREAT :D!!!!"

[Gyokko on the other hand couldn't wait to get Doma out of his finest artworks.. He had no choice.. He had to slip it out even if the upper moon 2 likes it or not.. Kokushibo was about to turn to another corner before Gyokko rolled his way towards the samurai.]

Gyokko: "KOKUSHIBO!!! HE'S RIGHT THERE!!!! IN MY VASE LIKE A LITTLE BITCH!!!"

Doma: "SHUSH!! YOUR GONNA GIVE ME AWAY!!!!"

Gyokko: "GOOD!!! HE'S BEHIND YOU. BRO. HE'S BEHIND YOU!!!"

Doma: "GYOKKO SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!"

Gyokko: "KOKO!! HE'S CLIMBING OUT OF MY VASE. YOU BETTER HURRY AND GIVE HIM A WHOOPING!!!"

Karaku: *Laughs heavily*

Doma: "I AM NOT!!! KOKO PLEASE SPARE ME. I'M SORRY FOR USING YOUR HAIR BRUSH AS MY TOOTHBRUSH!!!!"

Kokushibo: "o.o"

Doma: "OH THANKS ALOT GYOKKO. YOU AND YOUR BIG MOUTH!"

Gyokko: "Your welcome Doma, Always happy to help others!!"

Karaku: "God.. I-I can't breathe... Bwahahhaha!!!!!"

Kokushibo: "¬_¬"

Doma: "Kokushibo.. We can talk about this... You dont have to cut off my head... Please!!!"

[Doma crawled towards the corner, Whimpering while Kokushibo unsheathe his sword... Pointing it at the now helpless Cult leader who stutters and cries.]

Kokushibo: "You made a big mistake.. Ungrateful bastard.."

Doma: *Gulps* "KOKUSHIBO PLEASE IM SORRY-!!"

[A hand managed to stop the sword from landing a full blow. Kokushibo looked behind with his sharp glare, Muzan clench the Nichirin blade tightly. Blood soaking down his hand.]

Muzan: "I know how much you hate him Koko. So do I. But I am not allowing any violence to ruin our trip to the seaside. NOW DO ME A FAVOR AND PUT YOUR FUCKING BLADE AWAY YOU 6 EYE FREAK!!!"

Kokushibo: "....Very well.. You're lucky.. Doma.."

Doma: "OH MY GOD.. OH MY GOD. THANK YOU MUZAN. MY SENPAI. MY LORD AND SAVIOR-"

Muzan: "Doma, shut up."

#demon slayer #aizetsu #karaku #urogi #kokushibo #akaza #douma #muzan kibutsuji #gyokko #gyutaro and daki #daki #gyutaro #kimestu no yaiba #upper moons #nakime #zohakuten #kny akaza

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mycomori · 1 year

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seen my classmate and friend from high school art room and she’s doing so fucjing good and thriving and i could cry how happy i am for her but then i just compare myself and i’m like ahahahha ina fuckjng JOKE im a joke off a joke, im proof poor people show led ever be allows fo education, there’s reason i couldn’t afford to go to unindesoute all my har d work and ore t grades. i hate such a fucking api and anguish inside me and i can’t fucning get it out. i’m happy for my classmates that made it and are happy line seriously in so fucking happy they made it but i can’t help b it wish i could even remotely do the same. still all i am is a pathetic mentally i’ll traumatized mess of a bitch who everyone surprised survived and all o can post us my shitty fanart sketches and even shittier fic writing. and i can’t help but hate myself because relaly w hat am i? anymore? what wa si ever? i was so fucked uo even on the safety of that art room. it’s he only placebo cludk safely sleep. i don’t know anymore but i’m not enough. all i know is i am not and will never be enlugh. but that’s okay ya innit it’s OKAY cause i don’t care j can’t care if i want to live i’ll get rink beyond beleive then top it off w weed then sleeo and maybe get uo tomorrow to work hur i relaly dotn wanna but if i do that i would he fucjibgbother people over b it if in not i’ll have to explain myself and assaaaaaaaaa yeah it’s too late for me to text him sayin i won’t be in it would be a dick move now but i can’t do it no i can’t fucjing do it kow i cang dos

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yokohamapound · 2 years

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I’m back for part 2! Chuuya deserves it! 👀

Im dying to know what domestic life is like with the king? What’s his home look like? What does he do in his downtime? How’s he with chores? Really whatever comes to mind when living with a man like him. Thank-you kindly, lovely! <3

More short king headcanons!

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya

Contents: gender neutral reader

Nakahara Chuuya

So, Chuuya's memories only start from when he was seven. He essentially woke up to being dragged out of a dark void, before Arahabaki's power exploded and created the crater that eventually became Suribachi City. We don't know much about the intervening eight years between when he was freed and when he met Dazai, but it's easy to assume he was living in the slums, either on the streets or squatting in empty buildings. The point I'm driving at is that Chuuya didn't really have a domestic life until he joined the Sheep, and probably nowhere comfortable until he joined the Port Mafia.

As such, he doesn't take his home for granted.

It took Chuuya a while to cultivate his current taste. His first couple of Port Mafia paychecks were probably spent on clothes, food, games—stuff a fifteen year old street rat would want but couldn't afford. Kouyou stepped in when she realised his room looked like an empty box with a bed and clothes strewn everywhere. She insists she's not his mother, but she took him under her wing and directed him toward interior design and actually buying furniture beyond a bed.

Nowadays, Chuuya doesn't need any help whatsoever. I feel like his taste leans toward 1920s luxury. Think art deco, deep colours, polished woods, lots of light. He's upgraded his living space a few times to go along with his rise in status, and one of his favourite things is working out how he's gonna make this empty white box into a home.

This man has antiques. He ignored all the jokes and bought himself an antique hat stand that sits in his foyer. Dazai can go choke; it makes Chuuya happy. He's careful about what he picks—he doesn't enjoy clutter for the sake of clutter, unless it belongs to his s/o. (Your stuff triggers his simp switch and he likes seeing it around, mixed with his things.)

Now, he's also a 21st-Century guy with a lot of money on his hands, so there'll be copious gadgets mixed in with the tasteful vintage decor. He has every games console going, and one of those ridiculous TVs that comes out from behind a panel in the wall. The coffee machine in the kitchen would put a hipster coffee shop to shame, honestly.

He has a big closet. You can't look at that guy and tell me he doesn't have a walk-in wardrobe. Padded hangers, cedarwood drawers, stands for his hats, a drawer full of gloves—your guy has them all. He insisted on cedarwood because it discourages moths, and smells a lot better than mothballs.

Despite his bad habit of throwing his overcoat and gloves around, Chuuya takes care of his things, including his home. He's not a neat freak, but he's trained himself to take dishes to the kitchen, throw out trash, etc. If his s/o lives with him, he tries to split the chores 50/50 but it's not always feasible if he's out working long hours. If the housework gets too much, he'll hire someone to come in and take care of it.

He doesn't like washing up, but will take care of all the dusting, take out the trash, and he rarely generates much laundry because this expensive mofo gets it dry cleaned. The washing up thing is because he hates rubber gloves, and wet food touching his bare hands gives him the ick. He'll dry the dishes. Honestly, though, he probably invests in a dishwasher and a roomba (nicknamed Dazai, because it sucks.)

Chuuya doesn't get a lot of downtime, so he tries to make it count. Time spent with you is the best, even if it just involves sitting around the apartment catching up on books, movies, or TV shows he's wanted to consume. He likes going shopping, but he especially likes going shopping with you to buy stuff for the apartment. He refuses to go to the hellscape that is Ikea, but most other places are fair game. He likes his own taste, of course, but Chuuya likes seeing things around the apartment that you've chosen. He looks for ways to blend your taste with his, so you create a cosy, harmonious place that reflects the both of you.

#Yokohama Pound #bungou stray dogs #Nakahara Chuuya #Chuuya x Reader #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #glorious fluff

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glazelilyy · 2 years

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hm hm ~

scaramouche had always loved you, or so you thought.

his stiff words held meaning — the blush on his face, the glimmer in his eyes, they lightened your days and gave you hope.

hope that you wouldn’t be just another pawn in the shogun’s plan of eternity.

you had served her, following her, loyalty unending, until he had arrived.

at first, he was shy, crass, a little rude. but with each visit, you had liked to think that he warmed up to you.

he dished out flowery words. it was a surprise — to have heard him compliment you, but, the stare he gave you had was genuine. you had dismissed the doubt, your conscience (that, for some odd reason, was screaming at you to stop trusting him, a harbinger), to embrace him and his love.

the sweet moments you had together, away from inazuma city, the shrine. you were you, and he was just scaramouche — not the puppet, not a harbinger, just scaramouche.

those moments, the times you had spend with him had only made the present so bittersweet.

“i’m leaving.”

it wasn’t unusual for scaramouche to leave, of course, as he did have his duties.

“alright, take care, okay, love?” you enjoyed the way his face would brighten at the nicknames you would give him, “i’ll see you next time.”

his whole body stiffened, and you threw him a concerned look.

all of a sudden his voice became cold and distant, similar to when you had first met, “there is no next time.”

you could see him clench his fists.

“why’s that? are you trying to imply that we’re never going to meet again?”

“it’s for the better. i-i hate y-you.” you had noticed the stutter. “your whining, your never ending rambling about how you want to be free. god, you’re annoying.”

he was lying. the way his nails were digging into his skin from how tight he clenched his fists, the slight tremble in his body, you knew he was lying. but, it didn’t mean that the words didn’t hurt — they cut deep into your soul, bringing sharp, uncomfortable spikes of pain.

“please leave.” you whispered, trying not to cry. you couldn’t afford to be weak, in front of the enemy, right? but your mind couldn’t help but race with questions, almost forcing you to hold back the tears that were bubbling in your eyes. he loved you, didn’t he? he had said he loved you. he had promised you a better future, where the two of you would run away — from the fatui, from inazuma, from baal.

you stared at him, watching him move towards the door, wondering if he’d look back, wondering if he’d claim that this was just a horrible prank, a joke he had played on you.

but he didn’t look back.

a glimpse of his face told you everything. no remorse or regret, just coldness, the same coldness that he had when you two first met.

those moments. were they all a lie? maybe, just maybe you feared the answer.

you wanted to turn back time, go back to those bittersweet moments, innocent and free from the terrible future that was now.

maybe he didn’t love you. maybe he did.

all you could do was watch the tips of his hat flow behind him, as he left you crying alone.

going hard with the betrayal trope rn >:-)

— 🦆

🦆 NONNIE YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT IM IM IM- ADNSJGBDSHGHFDHGFD

first of all MWAH MWAH DELICIOUS SCARAMOUCHE ANGST thank you for writing an entire mini fic!!! as much as i am pained by the angst i am also stunned by how eloquently you put everything :D

second of all- excuse me for a minute while i slam my head into a brick wall /j

i am going to cling to the hope that scaramouche really does love reader and only pushes them away for their safety and protection because being associated with him will bring them nothing but pain and suffering and always walking with their guard up on eggshells because of all the enemies he'll have made. he needs to be callous in order to let the reader live on and find someone who can treat them better (but in actuality he wants nothing more than to take back those words he didn't mean and hold reader so close and never let go since they've been the best thing to ever happen to him in so long and that's EXACTLY why he has to let them go)

ARHRHGHGHGHGH THE ANGST IS SO GOOD GWAAAAAA

duck nonnie your brain is a masterpiece, thank you for such delicious content hehe <3 :D

#sincerely: the stars—☆#from my beloved 🦆 anon—☆#scaramouche x reader #added a scara x reader tag bc other ppl need to see this too and feel pain with me :')

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cinnamonest · 3 years

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I feel like I’ve found my kin, I fell in love with Kakashi when I was like 8 LOL. Can I request some general yandere Zoro headcanons btw? I loved/still love him too 😶

Yes you may ahhh!!!! I love Zoro so much. I love writing for fandoms like this bc shounen anime are... Well, shounen, they're aimed at dudes, so they tend to not have as large of a female audience so there's not a lot of content out there. I love Luffy and there's like zero girl-targeted content for him. I swear I've spent so much time looking for wholesome, decent LuNa (my otp im sorry i just hhhh) doujins that aren't super male-oriented, and there's like... 2. For a 900+ episode anime. 2.

I also love the concept of a yandere in a situation where they CAN'T kidnap you, they're limited by their circumstances, so they have to kind of adjust or go insane. It's an interesting dynamic because it eliminates the norm for yanderes.

I think I mentioned this but I'm not 100% caught up with one piece (I mean, who is?), so I'm just keeping it simplistic and going with kinda basic Zoro and nothing with specific character developments or any spoilers other than his backstory

Yandere Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

Tws: all the usuals -- yandere, noncon, kidnapping

He meets you while he's lost. I'm sorry I just. Zoro gets lost in the middle of some place they're docked, and you're just such a sweetheart, you see this guy clearly not knowing where he's going, and offer to help him. He's kind of taken aback by your softness and sweetness.

He's not easily made aware of his own feelings. He's a rough and tough sort of guy, and he has dedicated himself to swordsmanship so much that he's neglected to focus on himself and his interpersonal relationships, and he's not really self aware at all of his own feelings, very out of touch with his emotions.

Obviously, even if he tries to shove it down, Kuina weighs heavily on his mind in relation to you. He's another man that has known loss and it's dealt its damage on his psyche. He can't lose another person who's dear to him again.

This results in him becoming insanely protective, one of the most protective yans out there. He's easily one led into paranoia delusions regarding your safety. However, he's an honest and reasonable guy and can be level-headed when confronted. If someone (not yourself, as he thinks you're naive, but maybe another girl like Nami or Robin) tells him he's being overprotective and exaggerating about your safety, he may actually have a moment of self-realization and admit to it. He's capable of being reasonable enough to see it once it's pointed out to him. However... this doesn't stop him. He tries, really, he genuinely tells himself that he needs to stop. But his instincts just kind of take over. It's an impulse, to stop you from doing even the most slightly dangerous things.

Once you join the Straw Hat Crew, he just kinda... clings. It's a silent presence, but he's always there, constantly seems to show up wherever you are. Unfortunately, you can't really... get away from him per se. You're kinda limited to one ship, at least as long as you're out on the sea. Your only option for respite is going to your room or bathing, otherwise, he's gonna follow you, even if he's not saying anything and (very badly) trying to feign indifference, pretending you just happen to be going the same way all the time. He doesn't really know what to say, he's not good with these things, and often he's acting without really thinking too much about it. He won't usually strike up a conversation, he just... is there. Watches. May awkwardly ask a question or make a passing comment.

One scenario I imagine is you jokingly picking up one of his swords and wielding it around giggling and he just flips out, takes it from you and yells at you not to do that, are you an idiot? Do you want to trip and fall and have that impale you? Do you realize how easy it would be for you to slice your arm open by accident? It's startling to both you and anyone watching -- even for someone who gets yell-y as easily as him, it seems like an overreaction. He'll apologize but insist it's a safety thing, really.

And he really tries to hide his more... aggressive nature, because he thinks it will drive you away -- he's a blunt, tough guy with a short-fused temper, and he thinks that's definitely not something women like very much. He tries not to yell at you, not get mad so easy, keep his calm better around you, and might even be nicer to others so that you don't think he's mean. And for the most part, he can manage that. Except when it comes to a very specific, very problematic blonde crew member. His little conflicts with Sanji get worse, to even a point that he's snapping at him so frequently that even Sanji himself is a bit bewildered and caught off guard by it. The others notice they fight a lot more often... and Zoro always seems to instigate it, picking quarrels over the littlest things. In reality, he's afraid of the other's... sleazy nature. He can't have you falling for that bastard. He even starts to get jittery when you're in the presence of Franky, Usopp, hell even Luffy of all people. It's noticeable, and everyone kinda worries for him.

He kicks himself for it as soon as he does it, but he finds himself insulting you nonetheless. It's a terrible habit. He gets so awkward and flustered that it's second nature for him to say something snarky or even rude when you talk to him, and he immediately is just mentally screaming at himself for doing so. This will get a bit better with time, though, if you two talk more often.

Now, even if you can fight, you're never gonna really get the opportunity. In battle, he's clinging to you and protecting you at every moment, even if it costs the others some unnecessary wounds. It's highly uncharacteristic of him, and they notice. He won't leave your side, insisting that you're a weak fighter and that he has to take care of you. You just don't get it, you overestimate yourself, you underestimate your enemies, you're a girl. What, Nami and Robin? Well, they've been at this much longer than you, and they had rough upbringings. You're different. You're soft... fragile. You just can't see it. You're lucky he's here to protect your dumbass.

Due to your setup, well, he can't really kidnap you per se. He undoubtedly would if you two were somewhere else, in another life or another setting, but that's not really an option, and even as a yandere, he would never go so far as to kill or abandon his crew. So, he's stuck with just... slowly, slowly mentally deteriorating.

Now, he's not capable of kidnapping, he's not smart enough to really manipulate you into anything (although he WILL tell you that some of the other guys are out to use you), so, he's left to be the guard dog he inevitably becomes to you. If you avoid him, he'll just follow you. If you don't talk to him, that's ok. If you confront him, he'll just insist he has no idea what you're talking about, and you'll start to feel like maybe you're just paranoid. The others... don't really know what to do, to be honest. I can see Nami/Robin potentially confronting him, but in the end, they can't force him to change his behaviors, and they can't afford to lose him. This results in, gradually, everyone slowly kind of accepting your dynamic onboard. They feel bad for you, really, but... in the end, Zoro's just more valuable to the crew. Sorry. They're not gonna get rid of him, but they don't want to get rid of you either.

If you leave? It may just be one of the very very few things that could ever cause him to leave the Strawhats. It would tear him up, really, it goes against his dreams, his pride, his loyalty, but in the end... his loyalty is first and foremost to you. He'll follow you if you leave. It's a bad move on your part, because this gets rid of the only thing standing between you and kidnapping. Which, at that point, surely will happen. Like his other behaviors, he'll feel bad, he'll try and stop himself, tell himself it's wrong, but you'll end up bound in some dark basement nonetheless. He's one to take a very simple approach. Find you alone, sling you up and over his shoulder and carry you off before anyone can come.

Rejection doesn't faze him. No matter what, he'll remain by your side. Even if you never love him in return. It's just his nature, he's a guardian through and through.

In the end, he'll be right there by your side, scaring off any competitors, clinging to you like glue, ever in your presence like a shadow, forever. Whether you want him to or not. He's just an inescapable force, an unmovable object, and you're wasting your time trying to change your fate.

Now, he's very flustered with anything sexual. Highly embarrassed, lots of shame, and doesn't talk much about it. It just kind of happens. He doesn't talk much during, mostly grunts and the occasional fuck when you clamp down, occasionally asking you if you're ok, if it hurts, if it feels good. It's one of the only very soft sides of him. In the end, he really, truly loves you, and doesn't want to hurt you, he wants you to feel good and just love him. It's a very different side to him, one no one else has ever really seen, it's the most vulnerable he himself has ever been with another person.

He feels shame for it, but initially he'll definitely be one to steal your things, sit outside of your room at night, listening to you through the wall, try and get glimpses of you bathing or dressing. He really, really feels guilty, and he's one that will, once you're comfortably restrained and never going anywhere, just sit down and list out every nasty little thing he's ever done regarding you, just to get it off his chest. He understands if you react badly, and he'll apologize, which is a bit ironic considering how much worse kidnapping you is.

He'll apologize for that, too. He's actually one to do so a lot. He's normally a proud guy, but with this? He knows it's wrong, he knows it's fucked up. He knows he can't stop. And he'll be sorry to the moon and back. Just never sorry enough to stop.

He's actually a pretty vanilla guy. Hand-holding missionary type. And, despite being so embarrassed over it all, oddly romantic about it. It's one of the only things he's ever soft and gentle about, it's almost unbelievable to you that he's capable of being so gentle and slow with anything. But he'll kiss your forehead, really take his time with it all, make you cum on his fingers before ever actually fucking you. Hold your hand, look into your eyes. It would be honestly incredibly sweet if it weren't... you know, taking place in some dark sealed off room after dragging you there against your will.

If he's particularly mad, he can get rougher, but he'll apologize after. It's a lot of harsh grabbing, biting, it leaves bruises that he'll rub over softly, whispering an apology, even if a little part of him likes the way it looks on you.

#lena's asks #yandere x reader #yandere zoro #yandere one piece

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xgryffinwhore · 3 years

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mama i’m in love with a hitman

summary: two years with barry what could go wrong? oh yeah hes a murderer-

warnings: some angst, marriage proprosal oop-

you had originally begun acting because it was the only affordable option to get you some time away from your family. ya, you still lived with your family.

anyways, acting became kind of like a release for you. you had been going for about 4 months now, you loved everyone you worked with, they were such great people.

then one day, barry berkman showed up,

and basically changed your life.

the first day you saw him, your heart basically feel out of your ass. holy shit was this guy hot; tall, mysterious, and awkward as hell. perfect.

you took him under your wing, immediately engaging with him and bugging him about his person endeavors and whatnot. you two became inseparable, youre bascially the only reason he even uses his messaging app.

you showed him the ropes of LA, giving him tours of sketchy venues, shitty Chinese restaurants. you always felt so awful for him, dragging him around to every place.

"I'm sorry, barry, im just trying to give you the full LA experience"

"its ok, being seen with the prettiest girl in LA isnt so bad"

yeah, one thing led to another, and you had moved into barry's apartment a year after. your relationship was strong; you cuddle, argue, fuck, all of that modern day romance contraband.

everything was exceptional, other than the fact that he was dragging his feet on marrying you...

yeah, you had dropped some major hints. wedding magazines everywhere, leaving honeymoon deals up on the desktop, evening face timing your friend and talking obnoxiously loud about the idea of getting hitched.

tomorrow was your two year anniversary, and you two had been buzzing about it all week, all the lovey dovey language and such.

"babe, tomorrows the day" he squeezed your shoulders from behind you. you were sitting at the coffee table, and he had just served you toast. "i know old man, didnt think we'd last did ya?" "first of all, im only like four years older than you, second" he kissed you on your temple "i knew you were the one."

in the midst of sipping your coffee and passing back and forth news papers, barry’s phone begins to vibrate; the name “Fuches” catches your eye. who was fuches and why did barry have to step out of the room to answer it?

when he came back he looked ghostly, his complexion pale and his lips quivering slightly. “all ok?” you ask, trying to sound lowkey; “uh um- yep. just have to head out for a bit, they need me at work.”

he left abruptly after, grabbing a hat and his black coat. weird. it was the middle june.

you hadn’t heard from him all day, except for a text at lunch that said

barry: Won’t be home tonight, dont forget to lock up.

your heart sunk, the day before your two year. i mean really what was his damage? you didn’t realize how hard it was to fall asleep without him, you tossed and turned until you eventually caved in and called.

ring...... ring.....

ring..........ring......

‘hey! it’s barry berk-uh um block! leave a message if you want to i guess um ok bye howthefuck do i turnthisthing off-OHH!’

oh how you missed that dorky man, true, it had only been a few hours but his touch was your saving grace. the line beeped and you decided to leave him something

“aha hey bar, y/n here. beds cold without you. miss you. be safe.”

the night way cold and long, you were drifting to sleep. but you heard the front door jangle. you sleepily run down the hall way and run straight into barry. you hugged him, his bosy was stiff and he was trying to inch away from you. "bar!" you whined looking up at him, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye.

“bar?” you wiped his cupid’s bow, the sleepy haze quickly wearing off. he pushes past you “just fell, please just wait for me in bed.” by the time you caught up with him at the bathroom, the door was already shut.

you heard the shower turn on, and you could hear him faintly hiss in pain. he was in there for a while, by the time he got back you could hear the birds chirp, which means it must have been close to 5 am. the sun was still down, and you watch his dark figure slip into bed next you to.

“i love you.” he whispered

“i love you too.” you turned to face him, you knew something was up, you knew he had been hiding something.

“you always leave in the night, when i’m sleeping you always leave barry. is it another women?” barry’s face contorts into a confused scribble. “y/n what? you’re the only one.”

“then why don’t you tell me what you’re really up to. go’s we’ve been dating for two years and you can’t even tell me why you sneak away in the night?!”

barry grabs your hands and puts them close to his face “god y/n i’m sorry happy two years” he gushed and kisses your fingers. a tear trailed down his stubbly cheek. “there are just things i can’t tell you because i don’t want to lose you.”

this hurt you, barry knew all of your deepest secrets, the things you never told anyone other then him. all of this had you worked up, how could he speak to you this way the day of your two year mark? despite his protests, you packed a tooth brush and drove to your friends to stay the night. this was just too much for 3am, you needed space. to clear your head.

you didnt sleep at all that night, you nodded off from 8am to 10, your friend waking you up. "girl i know you dont want to hear this... but barry is outside, hes been parked here since 9" she threw your jeans at you "now go outside and work this shit out, im not prepared to deal with your heart boken ass."

so you put on jeans, and headed for disaster.

you came outside, 'sleepy always looks so good on her' barry thought to himself. you loved him so much, it was so hard to fight with him.

"listen bar, im sorry im just sensitive you know th-"

"y/n"

barry never interrupted you. for as long as you remember there has never once been a time where barry talked over you, or interrupted what you were saying. its something you loved about him, he always seemed so interested in what you had to say, he thought your words where so important.

"yes?"

he pulled a rolled up magazine out of his pack pocket, it was yours, it had faded circles on what cakes and dresses you wanted. he unrolled it and scurried to the 5th page. he pointed at the big raise ranch that you put exclamation points next to.

"this house, i want this house."

he went to the 8th page.

"and this car, we could have that if i stop going to wendys so much"

he giggled to himself and mumbled something about how he knows a guy that can re pair a cooling system.

'uh-um ok barry, what does this have to do with anything? house, car, is this what you drove over here to tell me? you want a better car? you need a bigger house."

he shook his head and trialed to the second page with that beautiful sheath wedding dress, you remembered that.

"youll wear this yeah? some time in the early fall. wouldnt that be nice, still warm, and the leaves-oh the leaves- orange and yellow bring out your eyes so i just figured."

he pulled out the rock, and shit, it didn’t disappoint. you’re not materialistic but what the FUCK?! how did he even afford that-

he slipped it on your finger and you both embraced. messy kisses all over whatever skin you two could find. it was bliss, it was happiness.

you hugged for a while. just sat there reflecting on how far you two had come, and how happy he was going to make you feel for the res rod your life. it’s crazy, you thought marriage wasn’t in the cards for you. but with barry, you can see 5 kids, a dog, and a stupid picket fence.

you were so captured in this moment, you didn’t notice barry’s demeanor change. you looked up and him, he was pale white, staring behind his shoulder at the street. you leaned over his forearm and saw a beat up mom car.

in it was a shaggy dude, didn’t look too much older then barry. he was plump in the face, and his face was aged.

“fuches!?” barry exclaimed.

“come on. we have a hit, i habe your sniper in the back. now.”

another WHAT?

#bill hader #bill hader imagine #bill hader fluff #barry #barry berkman #barry block #barry bergman imagine #barry berkman fluff #fluff #angst #barry x reader #barry x you #barry fluff #marriage

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thots on roman holiday, spoilers for the whole book below!!!

oh my GOD sjjdbdnemakfjen the line on page 17 “you have a unique grasp of socioeconomics” is SO ROMAN FBSBSBDBSJAIDLD. i love it

INVISIBILITY CLOAKS???????

v funny that when roman is considering where to go after leaving mistral, he shoots down vacuo first. obviously he’s gonna wind up in vale bc Plot, but it just feels like the writer going I AM NOT WRITING ANOTHER BOOK IN THE GODDAMN DESERT lmao

interesting note abt beacon tuition on page 92. i wonder if this is actually canon for a few reasons:

how tf would ren and nora afford TUITION????

i wonder if the other huntsman academies have tuition??? like atlas i could see doing it and haven too. maybe not shade but idk.

does this mean scholarships are a thing??? is ruby on scholarship???? what even constitutes a scholarship on remnant????

idk they probably didn’t think this deep abt this joke line but IM GONNA lmao

y’all some of these names…brick??? mortar???? bisque????? burgundy???? roch szalt???????? KANDI FLOSS??????? that last one is peak stripper name meme ansjdbfnnebehd. this is just like in btd when they had to name a team fondue 😭😭😭😭 i think they’re officially running out of colors 😂😂😂

THE EMBLEM OF NEO’S BOARDING SCHOOL IS A TRIPLE SPIRAL?????? the gurren lagann of it all……………

very funny that both neo and roman poison people with sleeping pills. hashtag just bestie things <3

pg146 “to listen to their body and what it was telling them about their feelings (gag)” ASPEC NEO RISE!!!!!!!!!!

ok i May be stupid but i thought everyone had a semblance???? bc semblance comes from aura, and everyone has aura??? maybe it’s just people without activated aura who wouldn’t have a semblance (so like if pyrrha had never unlocked his, jaune would’ve never discovered his semblance???? idk) but i’m also fairly certain roman has an activated aura????

very fond of roman meeting neo and understanding her very easily. platonic soulmatism i think.

ok wait actually i kinda wanna elaborate. LOVE that roman’s whole schtick is that he’s had to look out only for himself his whole life and he doesn’t wanna be a babysitter while neo is SICK of being babysat and so they work well together. ALSO LOVE that BECAUSE roman’s had to look out for himself his whole life, he’s good enough at reading body language and filling in the blanks to know what neo’s saying even without words.

also. hang on. OKAY. so neo gave roman his hat and roman gave neo her umbrella and neo made them BOTH outfits. BUT THEN ROMAN DIES and all neo has LEFT is the HAT SHE GAVE HIM and she goes to HIS OLD BOSS to help herself get revenge AND ONLY THEN DOES SHE CHANGE OUTIFTS????? BITCH??????? CHECK OUT HOW HARD I CAN APPARENTLY CRY OVER THEIR FRIENDSHIP

(okay note on the previous bullet after actually finishing: not the same hat :( and also how did neo convince lil miss malachite to help her when she nearly blew her up??? money ig lmao)

i’m literally obsessed with this being a ya book so roman and neo can’t steal alcohol or drugs, they gotta steal COFFEE 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂 LIKE. ITS SO FUNNY TO ME

also in love with how (just like every other rwby friendship!!!!) there isn’t any pointless drama. they trust & love each other and that’s that!!!! like roman’s told that neo sold him out, and despite that being consistent with the rest of his life, he knows that’s not consistent with NEO and sees that she’s come to rescue him so there’s no petty drama around it!!! bc he TRUSTS HER!!!!!

pg268 “neo blinked back tears and hugged roman. ‘hey. don’t wrinkle the suit.’ but he put a hand on her head and over her shoulder, and that felt more like home than that house and her parents had in a long time.” HELLO????? HELL LOOOOO?????? bro i am CRYING i’m gonna SUE

tbh i was really worried they wouldn’t get to hug in this book BUT THEY DID!!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY WTFFFFFF

pg269 “her father threw up his hands. ‘do you know what she wants to say?’ he asked roman. ‘i do, actually.’ roman looked at her fondly. ‘i’m surprised you don’t.’” IM LOSING MY MINDDDDDD THATS LOVE!!!!!!!

pg270 “roman cleared his throat. ‘her name is neo.’” ALSKDJJREJNENFHCISOMENRJDIS BITCH

pg300 “he stopped walking. ‘while you get away. she’s mainly interested in me. drop this disguise and i’ll distract her. you get out of here. and never look back.’ she shook her head defiantly. he tried to pull his hand free, but she only held on more tightly.” 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

PAGE THREE HUNDRED AND SEVEN SHE KISSES HIM ON THE CHEEK AJDJFJEJENDNJDN KSIDOEOSPSKEJEHEBE. F THE POWER OF LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP WINS AGAIN

okay okay so now that i’m finished here are my Actual thoughts alskcjejenbrhdisk:

i wish! that more of the book! was focused on roman & neo together and their friendship!! like i get that the first half was important bc they needed to show Just How Alone they both were before each other. but i would’ve gladly traded some of the beginning stuff for just a little more time with the two of them together. like maybe condense some of that and give us a few more anecdotes from their time training together?? just to show the development from wary partners to ride-or-die a little more. but idk. because the first half of the book felt a little slow for me but as soon as i got to the back half i could NOT put it down!!!!!!!!

i owe this writer (& the rwby writers ofc) my heart and soul and also probably my spleen. first cfvy, now roman & neo???? taking characters i didn’t have any strong feelings about but giving them personality and history and love and making ME love them???? AND WRITING FRIENDS/FAMILY SO WELL???? bro. BRO. i’m losing my MIND

ALSO. very excited for neo’s role in v9 now. and will also probably cry.

like. it would’ve been so easy for them to make roman & neo romantic. especially since there’s only like a 4 year age gap. but they DIDNT they let those two BE EACH OTHERS FIRST PRIORITY AND CLOSEST FRIEND AS FRIENDS AND I AM SO ECSTATIC ABT IT HOLY SHIT

#as always dont feel obligated to read this is mostly just nonsense aofjshlidh #like feel free to!! but the point of this is just for me 2 document my thoughts so it probably does not make much sense lmao #f: rwby #rwby: books #rwby: rh #t.txt

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