#{✦| I really really appreciate the praise and the compliments—it means I’m doing something RIGHT |✦}

[bccksmarts]

Someone: compliments my Hermione

Me: sobs quietly

[taintedtort]

scaramouche trying to praise you during sex because you arent comfy w degredation and he gets all awkward and shit!! -💗ANON

" PRAISE, PLEASE? "

summary. you ask for praise and he gets nervy

character. scaramouche

warnings. afab!reader, SMUT!!, degrading near the beginning, praise

a/n. this has been in my inbox for so long, i’m so sorry 💗 anon! i’ve been meaning to right it for a while, but here it is finally. hope you like it! (i think it’s lowkey ass, im so sorry)

"fuck— you feel so good… such a slutty pussy," SCARAMOUCHE grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he pushes his cock into you over and over. it feels good, obviously, but his usual degrading words are bothering you a bit more this time.

"so greedy, sucking me in like a pathetic whore," he groans, his eyes glued to where you’re connected. he watches as he slides in and out of you, his length shiny with your arousal.

"scara…" you mewl, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck. he leans over your body, his face getting closer to yours. he opens his mouth to say more, but you cut him off before he can get a word out.

"can you, uhm— praise me instead? i don’t really like the degrading all that much," you confess, mumbling through your pleasure filled moans. his thrusts come to a stop, and he looks at you with furrowed brows.

he’s hit with a short wave of guilt. he always tends to degrade you, as it just comes naturally, but with the new knowledge that you don’t like it, he feels determined to correct himself and make you feel good. he can be selfish, but he‘d never want to intentionally ignore your wishes and make you sad. he’d do anything you asked, even if it made him feel awkward.

"i… i can try, i guess," he resumes his movements, and you can tell he’s going much softer now than he was before. he’s silently worried he hurt your feelings, so he racks his brain to think of something nicer to say.

he leans down to pepper kisses across your face, mainly focusing on your cheeks and forehead. you can’t help but smile, appreciating that he’s trying to be nicer even though it doesn’t necessarily come naturally to him.

"i love seeing you under me like this, you look so pretty," he mumbles, and you swear you see his cheeks go a bit pink. he’s not looking at you, his eyes trailing over your body instead, trying to distract himself from his rising blush.

your body relaxes against the bed, letting his compliment sink in as your pleasure slowly builds. he keeps his pace quick, but his hips are no longer roughly slamming into yours. you certainly don’t mind the change, taking the opportunity to run your fingers through his silky hair.

"shit— you feel amazing, made just for me, all of you," he breathes out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip to keep his moans muffled. he buries his face into your neck, placing kisses and gentle nips to the skin there.

he‘s mainly trying to hide how awkward he is, and you know that, but you appreciate him trying. the thought of him going out of his comfort zone just to please you makes your head fuzzy and causes your orgasm to build quickly.

you jolt and moan louder when you suddenly feel two fingers press against your clit, rubbing quick circles to match his thrusts.

"scara! 'm gonna— ah! gonna cum!" you whine, seeing him nod encouragingly. he starts to go harder, fucking into you with the force that he normally does. your body rocks with each thrust, little squeaks and moans forcing themselves out of your throat.

"cum for me, sweet girl. make a mess on my cock," he grunts, his own release rapidly building as he watches you fall apart underneath him.

"fu—fuck! scara!" your moans increase in pitch as you teeter over the edge, dangerously close. your pussy throbs around him, making him hiss in pleasure.

"that’s my good girl," he mumbles, almost like he’s saying it to himself, but you hear it. his praise is what finally pushes you to your release, squirming on the bed before you finally cum around his cock.

he watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth popping open in a silent moan. he groans at the sight, loving the faces and sounds you make when your consumed with pleasure.

"you’re so cute when you cum like that," he grunts, chasing his own orgasm now. you can’t help but smile dumbly at his strained words, a bit dazed as you slowly come down from your high.

you watch as SCARAMOUCHE grows closer and closer, his face scrunching up in concentration and pleasure. you’re now able to hear the little sighs and groans he lets out, your own moans not drowning him out anymore.

"cum inside me… please?" his eyes snap to yours when he hears that. the thought of making a mess of your pussy has him cumming almost instantly.

he pushes his hips flush against you, shoving his cock deep in your cunt as he fills you, both of you letting out a moan.

"fuck… love this pussy so much." you giggle at how breathless and pleasure drunk he sounds, his eyes half lidded with a small blush on his cheeks.

after a moment of catching your breath, SCARAMOUCHE pulls out slowly, his eyes locked on where his cum drips out of you. it falls onto the bedsheets below, but he doesn’t seem to notice nor care. he takes in the view of you sprawled out on the bed, your body naked and slightly sweaty. all for him.

the knowledge that you’re his has his body heating once more, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he looks up at your tired expression.

"again."

[ultravioletrayz]

So my idea for degradation fic involving Miguel would be something like this- (also please keep an open mind this idea is kinda out there)

So lets say Miguel is your mentor and you are so eager to please and do good work. You have always been kinda good at everything so people complementing you and telling you how great you are is nothing new. But Miguel is different, he's hard to please. So when you do something right he's not complementing you and that is odd for you, and when you mess something up well...he's quick to criticize you. this stirs something within you.

So you keep trying to please him and he's not into it he just keeps bringing you down and reader is starting to like it, sometimes wanting messing up. So lets say reader makes a big mistake on a mission and Miguel is ready to yell and degradant them but reader is getting turned on by it and Miguel noted it so he starts to degradant them more and it starts getting into NSFW territory. while he's getting into it he's just saying filth to you. "your so such a needy slut" "look at you getting turned on while I bully you, pathetic" "you want to be a good girl? you want me to praise you? too bad...now open..." *spits in readers mouth*

then if you can end it off where reader in passed out and thats when he's sweet in the aftercare when she dosn't know. he will open up to her one day just not yet.

Not even gonna lie, if Miguel was a meanie towards me i wouldn’t know whether to cry or cum.

Pairing: miguel o’hara x f!spiderperson!reader

Warnings: 18+, degrading kink, rough sex, fingering, orgasm denial/mild edging, getting bent over miguel’s desk, marking, clit slapping (like, once), pull-out method, absolutely terrible and rushed ending, miguel being mean, horny, and ultimately just socially-awkward

Summary: you strive for perfection in all areas… until the opportunity arises where doing the opposite will give you access to the perfection inside your mean boss’s boxers.

A/N: before anyone tries to come for me for making miguel seem like an asshole in this fic, ik that this isn’t entirely true to miguel’s character. however, i’m horny and dgaf. enjoy!!

Word Count: 3K (unedited)

For as long as you could remember, people would refer to you as ‘gifted’. It was as though everything you attempted to achieve was accomplished with ease. In your world, on the days when the Society was a distant memory and you were given the opportunity to act as a true Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Person, you practically lived in a bubble of praise. Surprisingly, the media worshipped you, recognising you as the hero you are. Locals chanted your name, asked for autographs, and even demanded you accept gifts and tokens of appreciation every time you were spotted in your costume on the streets. 

Although you forced yourself to stay humble within the public eye, you would be lying if you tried to convince yourself that the compliments and special treatment didn’t make you feel good, didn’t push you to be a better superhero for the sake of the citizens who practically worship the ground you walk on.

Which is the primary reason why having to tend to work and assignments at the Spider Society caused you so much misery. When you were first recruited, a few other Spider-People had mentioned how short-tempered and cold the boss is, but you had expected to win him over with your natural, over-achieving flare. That goal was quickly crushed when you met Miguel O’Hara for the first time. He had immediately lectured you on certain habits he had observed from footage of you fighting crime at home, giving you strict instructions on how to be better at your job. From then on, you’ve tried your best to view his constant criticism as a positive and value his (poor) attempts at mentoring you. 

It didn’t take long for you to realise that he wasn’t really trying to help you, and he was just a grumpy asshole as everyone had warned and wanted you to follow orders rather than going out and trying to prove yourself constantly. Lately, you’ve been slipping up, making mistakes. You had come to terms with the fact that Miguel wasn’t interested in showing you any appreciation or praise for your hard work, and it had begun to affect your performance on missions, bringing you to this point. 

“What the hell was that?” Miguel snarls at you, his platform lowering as he slams his fist on his desk and glares at you, his sharp red eyes burning holes in your pretty, sad little face. You had almost let an anomaly get away, blinded by your insecurities and Miguel’s lack of interest in your skills, you would have destroyed an entire universe if it weren’t for the backup Miguel had sent you.

“Miguel, let me explain-” You start, being cut off by an angry huff from Miguel.

“I’m sick of the excuses. I don’t care about how you handle shit in your own dimension. When you come here and are trusted to keep the multiverse stable, I expect you to do as you’re told. Unless the small task of containing the minor anomalies I assign you is too much to handle?” Miguel scoffs, shaking his head as he looks you up and down.

The look of disappointment on his tan, chiselled face would usually have you on the verge of tears, but as you’ve grown accustomed to his harsh beratement, it’s begun to have a very different effect on you. You can just imagine him, brushed back curls dishevelled and clinging messily to his face as he pounds into your needy pussy, whispering absolute filth into your ear as he uses you to get off. The thought has you practically soaking through your Spider-Suit, causing you to instinctively squeeze your thighs together as you force yourself to keep your gaze from dropping to Miguel’s broad, muscular physique. As his glare intensifies and he rolls his eyes at your subtle movements, you know he’s got you figured out.

Miguel’s heightened senses pick up on your current state of arousal, the scent of your slick making him dizzy as it clouds his mind. He had always beaten himself up about how harsh he could be towards you, reflecting on his cruelty to such a pretty girl with shame and regret. But finding out that you liked being treated so poorly by him, it has him going fucking crazy.

“Por el amor de Dios,” (for fuck’s sake) Miguel hisses, taking a step towards you, looming over your smaller form with a judgemental scowl plastered on his face. “You’re pathetic. Risking everything we work for here, just so that you can imagine me yelling at you while you finger-fuck yourself at night?”

Your eyes widen, his words reigning true as they hang in the air of the room. Yet, you make a miserable attempt at denying the accusation by shaking your head softly and taking a step back. Miguel only moves closer to you, intimidating you with his mere presence as his scowl curls into a cruel smirk.

“No me mientas, hermosa,” (don’t lie to me, beautiful) He whispers, one of his large, calloused hands grabbing your face and pulling you back towards him, fingers squeezing your cheeks as his breath hits your skin, sending shivers up and down your spine. “You’re usually so eager to please me. Did you think I was stupid enough not to notice when you started messing things up?”

“Miguel-” You whine, voice muffled due to the way he squishes your cheeks together, making your pretty lips jut out in a sad little pout.

“It always annoyed me how bubbly and determined you are,” He admits bluntly, sharp red eyes scanning your face, before trailing down to watch the way your thighs rub together in a pitiful attempt to alleviate the arousal coursing through you due to his relentless disparagement. “But I didn’t think you’d resort to acting like a dirty whore just because I’m not impressed by the ‘Friendly Neighbourhood’ act.”

His free hand trails down your body, fingers gliding between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, and stopping just above the crotch of your Spider-Suit. He chuckles lowly as he watches the way you squirm in his grasp, hips attempting to roll against his hand for any kind of friction. 

If we had to be completely honest, he actually enjoyed watching you work. You really are gifted, always applying yourself to missions. When he heard you would be handling an anomaly for him, he would feel relieved, even proud. But he knew that any compliments he gave you would just be lost in the sea of praise you already received. So, in order to set himself apart, he decided he was going to be a complete dickhead to you. He figured bullying you would motivate you to seek him out in a crowd, make you strive to impress him and show off to him, and ultimately bring the two of you closer. It was shameful, how awful he is at making first impressions, that he’d rather hurt a beautiful young girl’s feelings as opposed to being a reliable boss and potential friend. But now knowing that he hadn’t completely ruined his chances at getting closer to you, he was certainly going to take full advantage of this new development.

“Now look at you, you don’t wanna be a good girl for me anymore, nena?” Miguel teases, grinning as he sees the need and innocence in your eyes as he releases your face with a harsh push. “You wanna be a dumb little slut for your fucking boss, instead?”

You want to say no, want to deny his harsh words and hopefully gain back some of the dignity he was stripping away from you, but your body yearns for Miguel’s touch, his degradation fueling your most carnal desires, and you nod your head frantically. Miguel sighs at your eagerness, tapping your cheek firmly as he wraps a hand around your throat, not applying any pressure but allowing his thumb to lazily stroke the side of your neck.

He leans in to bite your bottom lip hard, causing you to cry out in pain and open your mouth. He takes the opportunity and slams his plump lips against yours, tongue intertwining around yours inside your warm mouth as he groans into the sloppy, demanding kiss. His hand drops from your throat as his bulging arms tuck themselves underneath the fat of your ass and he lifts you up, carrying you over to his platform and dumping you on top of his desk, lips never leaving yours. Miguel’s razor-sharp claws protrude from his fingertips, slicing through the material of your Spider-Suit and prompting a startled yelp from you as he rips your clothes right off your body. 

The matching set you have on underneath has his dick thrumming in his suit, and he almost loses sight of his initial plan in a desperate temptation to worship your gorgeous body and shower you with the praise that he knows you deserve. But he wants to be different, wants to hold a special place in your heart, and this was the only way to do it. 

“You wore these for me, didn’t you?” He hisses flippantly against your lips, throwing the rags of your once cute little Spider-Suit across his office, before tearing your bra open from the middle with just the strength of his grip, claws retracting back into the pads of his fingers. “Puta de mierda.” (fucking whore)

Miguel flips your body over on his desk with ease, your face now pressed against the cold, hard material as Miguel leaves a trail of deep bite marks and hickeys across the exposed skin of your back, making his way down to your clothed pussy at an agonising pace, your ass wiggling enticingly to try and convince Miguel to give you what you want, what you need from him. Miguel peels your soaked panties off of you, tossing them onto his desk chair for later, as his fingers run up and down your already dripping folds, causing him to chuckle to himself.

“I never would’ve pegged you for a girl who gets off on this kind of thing,” Miguel whispers as his fingers explore your wetness, his tone much softer as his sharp, red eyes admire the way your body looks bent over his desk. He snaps himself out of his trance, opting to tap on your clit harshly with his fingers to bring himself back to a place of lust and callousness, and to tease you further.

Miguel dips his two fingers into your cunt, making you moan and cry out, your hands gripping the edge of Miguel’s desk as you push your hips back to fuck yourself on his thick fingers. He pumps his digits in and out of you at a leisurely pace, curling them to hit that sweet, gummy spot inside of you each time they delve deeper into your pussy. Miguel groans at the way you clench around his fingers as he thrusts them into you, his knuckles drenched in your arousal as he watches the way you grind against his hand when his thumb rubs your pulsing clit to stimulate you further. 

You’re completely falling apart at his touch, the way his fingers deliciously stretch your hole making you see stars as you approach your climax. Just as you’re about to cum, Miguel pulls his fingers out of your cunt and gives your clit a harsh slap, making you whine as your entrance twitches at the sudden loss.

“Sluts don’t get to cum ‘til I say so, muñeca.” Miguel taunts, disabling his nano-tech suit, the holographic material dissolving and revealing his tall, tan, muscular, the mere feeling of him towering over you from behind making you moan against his desk. He holds his fat, stiff cock in one hand, dragging it between your folds and gathering the slick trickling down your thighs as he scoffs at the way you tremble and spasm at his touch. “Especially sluts like you.”

Miguel plunges his dick into your pussy aggressively, bottoming out in one harsh slam of his hips against your ass and causing you to scream, his hand coming down to cover your mouth and muffle your echoing moans as he delivers fast, disciplining thrusts into the depths of your core, tip kissing your cervix with each frenzied movement. His cock rams into you mercilessly as he digs one hand into the plush of your waist while the other holds your head up, the two fingers he was using to play with your pussy forcefully entering your mouth. On instinct, you wrap your lips around them and suck the remnants of your essence off of his skin, moaning and choking on his thick digits as Miguel’s length stretches you to the brink of what is possible for your tight little pussy to handle and his balls slap against your puffy clit.

“Pussy was fucking made for me,” He grunts, delivering a smack to your juicy ass, the sting making you whine against his fingers, saliva dribbling down your chin and saturating the desk below your face. “Squeezing me so tight. It’s a shame that this pretty cunt can’t make up for how shit you are at your job. Maybe I won’t bother assigning you missions anymore? I’ll just call you in when I need a hole to fuck.” 

Wow. He really did think of you as useless. You had always considered yourself to be good at what you do. At home, you were a hero. Here, bent over your boss’s desk and being fucked so mercilessly, you felt like nothing but a whore. You cry, tears rolling down your cheeks as you moan and squeal with each thrust of Miguel’s thick cock into your hungry pussy. Despite your underlying feelings of shame for your recent failures as an employee, being fucked like a slut by the very man you’ve been fantasising about since the first time you had the displeasure of meeting was able to snap you out of your sadness and overwhelm you with passion.

Hearing you sob around his fingers fills Miguel with a sharp pang of guilt, but he brushes it off and pounds into you harder to remind himself of his end goal, breaking you down until he can make you his. If you really were as into his cruelty as you seemed, he was going to give you exactly what you so desperately needed.

“Mig-Miguel, I’m- fuck! I’m so close.” You whine, his fingers in your mouth making your voice come out as a spluttering cry. 

Miguel pulls his soaked fingers out of your mouth and holds your waist with both hands, fucking his cock impossibly deeper inside of you as the sound of skin slapping against skin and both of your desperate, breathy sounds of pleasure fill the dark office.

“Beg for it, amor.” He whispers against your ear, his chest pressed flush against your back as he nibbles at the smooth skin of your neck as his dick moves in and out of you at a brutal pace, the veins of his thick length caressing the warm walls of your pussy as he smushes his tip against your sweet spot with each thrust.

“Please, Miguel! I promise I’ll do better. I won’t make another mistake again, I’m gonna be so good, I swear! Better than I’ve ever been!” Your breathless pleas make Miguel feel a conflicting surge of both guilt and power. He watches the way your back arches and your thighs shake as you try so so hard not to cum, to be a good girl for him and follow his orders. At the end of the day, you just wanted him to like you, to see how good of a hero you are, and he knew that. Which is why he’s finding it so fun to toy with you like this.

“Shh, I know. I’ll let you cum, sweetheart.” Miguel coos, tugging on your hair so that he can reach your face and plant a kiss on your tear-stained cheek, his soft, long-awaited act of reassurance contrasting the lewd sounds of squelching as he fucks you with mind-numbing intensity. 

He reflects on his words as he listens to the way his unexpected words make you cry and whimper, and part of him regrets the way he approached your relationship, wishing he had just been honest with you and praised your efforts from the start, rather than being cruel and bending you over his desk to fuck you so harshly. But the way you tighten and pulse around his sensitive dick brings him back to the present, and he gives your waist an encouraging squeeze.

The tiny action of consolation has you spiralling, your vision going spotty as you squirt around Miguel’s fat cock, squeals and moans leaving your glistening lips as your whole body twitches with the all-consuming sensation of your release. Watching as you come undone, Miguel feels himself rapidly approaching his own release. He curses and pulls out of your sopping cunt, watching the way his leaky tip shines with your juices. It sends Miguel over the edge. He lets out a sharp whimper as he cums all over your round ass and your spine, thick globs of his climax staining your sweaty skin and making you exhale shakily. 

The sex and your crying make you pass out on the desk, and Miguel quickly covers you up and carries you to his quarters, laying you down in his bed and tucking you in. He whispers a quick apology to you, letting his cruel persona disappear and showing you how much he actually values you as a colleague and person when he thinks you’re asleep, but you hear everything. 

Maybe you didn’t really need to be praised by Miguel to know that you were good enough. And maybe he didn’t need to be so afraid of showing you that appreciation. For now, though, the angry sex would be a pleasant memory for both of you, in an odd way.

“Get some rest, cariño. You deserve it, for being such a good girl.”

I FINALLY FINISHED IT OMG. Thank you all for being so patient 💜💜

[pantherxrogers]

poolside service - jun x fem!reader (smut 18+ only)

🌊 pairing: pool guy!jun x housewife!reader (both are in their late 20s)

🌊 warnings: smut (18t only), infidelity (reader's husband cheats on her. then the reader cheats on him but he totally deserves it 🤭), explicit language, dry humping, fluff (jun is down baaaad. so is the reader low key)

🌊 summary: you and jun have known each other for a while. you're a lonely housewife, and he's the friendly pool guy. you've created a unique, sweet friendship. but, maybe you both want something more?

🌊 a/n: divider by @jilval /i'm still incredibly pissed off about the svt US tour dates. but junhui's inherent sexiness has nothing to do with that. and i love him. so enjoy! :D

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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

jun came here to do a job.

he’s well aware of that. but he can’t bring himself to do it. instead, all he can focus on is you.he thinks you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

you look like a queen, elegantly lounging on your pool chair. your skin glitters in the sunlight. the skimpy, cherry red bikini makes his swim trunks feel even tighter than before. the strings rest nicely in the slender curve of your waist, teasing him to no end.

feeling like a perv, he forces himself to tear his eyes away from your body. even if it’s the last thing that he wants to do right now. but the huge diamond on your left hand is enough to knock some sense back into him.

you’re married. he knows that. but, if he’s being honest with himself, he doesn’t really give a fuck.

he’s wanted you for a while now. jun knows your husband doesn't deserve you. the man is never unkind to you, but jun would treat you so much better. maybe he can’t afford this mansion or any of the other luxuries your husband provides. but he would be wholly devoted to you and only you. something that he suspects your husband can’t say for himself.

“jun, i made some lemonade. i’m going to run inside and grab us a couple glasses. 'kay?” your sweet voice pulls him away from his thoughts. all he can do is smile and nod, infatuated by your kind nature and the way you always take care of him.

and maybe he’s also infatuated with the way your perky little ass sways as you skip back into the house.

not much time passes before you come back and stand in front of jun. he nods his thanks, gently taking the glass away from you.

you sip your drink slowly, eyeing jun the whole time. he's a tall guy, and the height difference makes you feel tingly all over. he closes his eyes as he sips. his little moan of appreciation makes your tummy stir.

“it’s really good, thank you,” jun praises, loving the bashful look on your face. he always makes sure to compliment you. it comes naturally to him, especially since he means every word. he knows your husband is too much of a tool to do it, and he’d never let you go about your day feeling unappreciated.

just like every week, the two of you chat for a while. it’s a comfortable routine. jun listens to you ramble about the other housewives in the neighborhood, while he cleans the pool and offers his two cents. everything is fine. until it's not.

“i think my husband is cheating on me with her.”

“he’s a fucking dumbass.” jun’s response is quick and surprises both of you. thick silence hangs in the air, and jun feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. he’s never spoken ill of your husband in front of you. 

the sound of your soft sniffles breaks his heart into two. "oh honey, i'm sorry." his arms wrap around you in a second. this is the closest he's ever been to you, and it takes everything in his power to ignore the feeling of your soft body against his own.

"it's okay, i think i've known for a while. but lately, they've been making it more obvious," you sniffle, snuggling further into jun's warmth. as you lay your head against his firm chest, you hear his heart beating rapidly. it's kind of sweet, actually.

it's impossible to ignore the chemistry in the air. when your lazy husband hired a pool guy, you were pleasantly surprised when jun showed up on your doorstep. you've been with your husband since high school, so you don't have much experience with other men. but jun has always made you curious.

"i really did mean what i said. he's an idiot. he's got the perfect woman at home, and he can't even recognize it." the honesty in his voice heals something inside of you. jun's soft, brown eyes gaze into your own, full of admiration. you feel warmth rise to your cheeks, suddenly feeling shy beneath the intensity of his stare.

“thank you, jun.” your voice is no louder than a whisper. but jun hears you anyway. he always does.

there’s another beat of silence. the tension is thick, and you’re suddenly aware of how close he is. the summer sun has done wonders for his skin, gifting him with a beautiful honey color. his body is toned and strong, yet he still manages to look lean.

jun glides a hand up your smooth neck, cradling your cheek. “you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, eyes dropping down to your full pout. he watches the way you nibble on your bottom lip, the sight making him dizzy. the sound of your quiet thanks makes him smirk. you’re such a good girl. he’s done housework for plenty of the rich assholes in the neighborhood, but you’ve always made him feel good about his work.

“you're beautiful, too.” the truth in your tone surprises him. it also makes his heart skip a beat. he can’t wrap his head around the possibility that you may feel even a fraction of what he feels for you. but he could get used to the idea.

when he sees your eyelids flutter, jun’s heart quivers. before he can overthink it, he presses his lips against your own.

the kiss is sweet, spreading butterflies throughout your tummy. you kiss him back with enthusiasm, gliding your hand up his firm chest to wrap your arms around his neck. his strong arms wrap around your waist causing a stir in your tummy.

the kiss continues for a while, the pair of you exploring the other. jun can’t believe this is happening to him and fears that he’s going to wake up any second. he slips his hands down below your waist, cupping your thighs.

you take the hint quickly, lifting up to wrap your legs around his waist. you gasp, suddenly aware of the growing tent pressing right up against your center.

“shit, i’m sorry.” he sounds embarrassed, a deep blush tinting his cheeks. the sight makes you swoon. you’ve always loved jun’s soft, shy nature.

“it’s okay, sweetie. i really don’t mind.” your tone is so soft and reassuring. jun hopes you don’t notice the way it makes him harden even more.

he carries you over to your chaise, sitting down with you straddling his lap. before he continues, there’s something he needs to get out of the way first.

“so, i’ve been dreaming about this-and you-every night for the past year. but i also don’t want to put you in a position where you do something you might regret later. i should’ve asked before kissing you. and i’m really sorry that i didn’t.” his tone is firm, yet gentle. it only makes you want him more.

“you’ve been dreaming about me?” you stare back at him with doe eyes, and he swears he might cum in his pants any second. he lets out a groan, the last of his resolve slowly slipping away. “honey, did you hear anything else i said after that?”

you giggle in response, nodding your head to answer him. “i did. and i really appreciate your concern. but i’ve been wanting this for a looong time.” jun’s hands squeeze your waist, grounding himself in the feel of you. he still can’t believe you’re saying all of this to him.

he’s looking at you like you’ve hung the moon and stars. you’ve never been more certain about anything in your life. you need jun. and if his hard on is any indicator, you’re pretty sure he feels the same.

“so...” you trail a manicured finger down his chest, “do you want to keep going?”

he’s nodding before you can finish your question. his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. he’s on you in an instant, meeting your lips with fervor. your lips are sweet and soft against his own, the subtle hint of lemonade makes his head dizzy. he swears he’s never felt this good in his life.

you grind your hips down against him, involuntarily clenching when he lets out a deep groan. “fuck, baby. you’re gonna make me cum in my pants,” jun huffs out, head lulling back against the chair.

challenge accepted.

you lean forward, pressing soft kisses against the sensitive curve of his neck. jun lets out a quiet moan, bucking his hips into your warmth. your bikini offers no barrier. he can feel the heat of your arousal through his shorts. the sensation drives him mad. he grabs your hips again, suddenly grinding with more purpose.

“oh, jun,” you moan out. he can hear your warm little huffs of pleasure, your mouth near his ear. the way you cling to his body does wonders for his confidence, finally settling into a steady rhythm. “does that feel good, baby? hmm?” he coos, pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“mmm, yes. feels so good,” you hum, matching the rhythm of his hips. you’re grateful for the lush landscaping you insisted on having. the palm trees offer protection from the prying eyes of your neighbors and allow you to fully succumb to the pleasure that jun offers.a thin layer of sweat covers his golden skin. it stems from both the heat of the sun and the intensity between the pair of you.

with every grind of your hips, jun swears he’s going to burst in his shorts. but he finds the strength to control himself. he brings his hands up to your chest, anxiously hovering for a moment. “y-you can touch me, junnie.” the nickname and the feel of your full breasts is almost too much for him. they’re soft and warm in his hands, he can’t help but grope you shamelessly.

the feel of his strong hands makes your clit throb. he rolls your hard nipples between his fingers, causing a warm shiver to run down your spine. you grind down harder against him, needing more and more. you feel yourself nearing the edge, but you never want this to end.

“you’re so beautiful, fuck. everything about you is perfect.”

jun’s praise makes your head dizzy. you know you’ll be coming in seconds, but you need more. “c-can, you untie my bottoms please?” your cheeks burn, but you can’t find it in yourself to regret asking him.

he quickly fumbles with the string, peeling your bottoms away from your wet cunt. the sound he lets out is animalistic, overwhelmed by your pretty pussy. he stares at it for too long, unable to look away. he wills himself not to cum, wanting you to experience as much pleasure as possible. wetting his thumb between his lips, he draws a slow circle on your clit.

"ah, jun. shit!” you mewl, bucking your hips. he's creating the perfect pressure against your clit, sending you tumbling over the edge in no time.

jun studies your face while you orgasm. he swears he’s never seen anything this beautiful in his life. he grips your hips gently, slowly dragging your hips to prolong the pleasure. the euphoria on your face triggers his own orgasm, making a mess of his trunks. he's seeing white behind his eyelids, lost in a haze of pleasure.

both of you ride out your highs, soft puffs of air filling the space between you. you crash into his chest, basking in the glow of an unexpected orgasm. “wow.”

“yeah. i swear i’m dreaming right now, but that was the best orgasm i’ve ever had in my life. i came in my pants like a fucking teenager, though,” he giggles, triggering your own laugh. you cuddle you further into his frame, finding solace in his body.

jun knows he needs to get up eventually and clean both of you up, but he can’t find it in himself to move. the way your body lays against his own feels like everything he’s ever wanted. he likes taking care of you and bringing whatever comfort he has to offer.

you press soft kisses against his chest, breathing in his scent. he smells fresh and clean, with a faint scent of sunscreen underneath. you could get used to this feeling.

lucky for you, jun wants nothing more than just that.

[fics-and-quotes-andthelike]

The Makeover and The Makeup

Title: The Makeover and The Makeup

Pairing: Angel Dust x reader (Platonic), Alastor x reader (mentioned)

Word Count: ~1,369

In which Angel Dust and the reader get into a fight in the middle of a makeover session.

A/N: Part 3 of the Never and Always series. It’s super short, but I still hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of Val, mentions of de*th, Angel being suggestive, ooc Angel maybe

When you had first struck a deal with the Vees, they had treated you with something that had almost resembled kindness. They had showered you in compliments and praise, feeding you false promises and empty words of endearment.

It lasted for two days.

After that, you were fair game. Fresh meat. A new toy for all three Vees to poke and prod at while you did their bidding.

But then came your knight in blood red armor, holding his cane in one hand and smiling broadly as he greeted you with a kiss to your knuckle for the first time.

You had stuck to Alastor’s side ever since.

But although you were more than grateful for his rescue, you couldn’t help but continue to feel a little alone. Alastor had saved you, yes, and he kept you by his side, of course, but he wasn’t exactly one to share feelings or stories. 

He did, however, listen to yours. 

After you had shared a particularly brutal story having to do with a certain moth demon, Alastor had come to a quick decision and swept you away to the Hazbin Hotel. 

When you arrived, you had found a group of souls that were just as broken as you were.

Especially Angel Dust. 

While your brief time with the Vees was nothing compared to Angel’s ongoing experience with Valentino, he seemed to appreciate that you had some semblance of understanding about what it meant to be Valentino’s target.

Meanwhile, you were just happy to find that you weren’t the only soul foolish enough to fall for the moth demon’s charms.

Ever since the two of you had found out about your shared past, Angel had practically taken you under his wing. He introduced you to Cherri Bomb, invited you when he was high strung and needed to go out, and confided in you when he had a rough day at work.

You had done the same, telling your stories about the Vees and your life Before and sharing your feelings.

The last point, though, you were beginning to regret.

“So he killed a guy for you, huh?” Angel asked as he circled you, admiring his handiwork.

“That’s not what I said,” you protested as you looked at your reflection in Angel’s full-length mirror. 

Angel stopped walking and raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. “You really think Smiles left the guy alive? C’mon, dollface, you ain’t that naive, are ya?”

You flushed and looked down.

“That’s what I thought,” Angel said, smugness coating his words as he began walking once again.

You looked back up and glared at him through the mirror. “You know, when I said you could give me a makeover, I didn’t mean I was going to be your personal dress-up doll. This is the fifth outfit.”

Angel stopped beside you, draping his arm over your shoulders and leaning into you as he admired his work in the mirror. “You knew what you were gettin’ into, sweet cheeks. Don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

You did love it. It was fun to let your guard down for a few hours and allow Angel Dust to release his creative energy. Not that you would ever say so to his face, of course.

“Besides,” Angel continued as he wandered away from you and towards his closet, rifling through the many options. “Your first official date with Mista Creepy was a hit, right? We’ve gotta change up your style a bit if you wanna get some,” he said with a wink in your direction.

Your eyes widened. “That is not what I’m trying to do,” you hissed. “Alastor is my friend.”

“Uh-huh. Yeah, sure.”

“He is,” you insisted. “He’s been nothing but sweet to me, and I’m not going to ruin the friendship that we’ve built.”

You tried not to notice Angel’s grimace in the mirror. It was a lot harder to pretend, though, when he turned around with an uncertain expression on his face, holding a dress to his chest and avoiding eye contact.

“Look,” he said hesitantly. “I know he seems…”

“Kind.”

“Right,” Angel said, scratching the back of his head. “But I’ve been talkin’ to Husk. About you and Smiles. He says you should be careful.”

You couldn’t fight back the burst of anger that rose in your chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Angel’s eyes widened as he held up his two free hands in surrender. “I ain’t sayin’ you gotta stop talkin’ to the guy. I’m just saying-”

“You don’t know him,” you interjected, jabbing a finger into his chest. “You don’t know anything about him. I know he’s an Overlord, but he’s sweet and he’s kind, and he’s never done anything to hurt me. He would never hurt anyone.”

You realized your mistake as soon as the words left your lips. It was foolish of you to forget. Alastor was your friend, of course, but he was also an Overlord. One of the most powerful Overlords that Hell had ever seen.

There was a fire in Angel’s eyes as he leaned towards you. “He already has. He’s done it to all those other souls he owns, and he’s done it to Husk. I know you love ‘im, but he ain’t a good guy.”

You spluttered and stepped back, trying to ignore the blush that coated your cheeks. “I didn’t say I loved him.”

Angel’s eyes narrowed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You didn’t have to. I see how you look at him. It’s the same way I looked at Val before-” he stopped, looking down and away from you, shielding his gaze.

You felt your anger seep away as quickly as it had appeared. How could you have been so blind? Of course this situation felt familiar to Angel. You were a fool for not noticing any sooner. A fool, and a horrible friend.

Angel looked up, finally meeting your eyes. “I just don’t want you ta get hurt.”

You understood exactly what he was saying, of course. Alastor owned Husk’s soul, and despite never taking advantage of that fact when you were around, you had heard some of the stories from Angel. It only made sense that your friend was trying to warn you now. Someone he loved was already at the mercy of the Radio Demon. Of course he would do anything he could to protect you from the same fate.

You nodded, looking down. “I know,” you said quietly. 

You stepped forward then, wrapping your arms around the spider demon and squeezing tightly. “Thank you. For looking after me.”

For a moment, you received no response. Then, you heard the rustle of fabric as Angel dropped the dress that he was holding onto the floor, wrapping four of his arms around you and pulling you close. “That’s my job, toots,” he said quietly.

You held each other, a silent promise passing in between you as you gripped each other with all of the strength you could muster.

Finally, you stepped back, reaching out and grabbing two of Angel’s hands. You pressed them to your lips, one at a time, before looking up with a soft smile. 

“I hope I didn’t ruin the makeover,” you said with a gleam in your eye.

Angel grinned, reaching up with one of his free hands to ruffle your hair. “Not at all, sweet cheeks. Let’s get this show on the road.”

~~~

When Husk found the two of you later that day after searching for his usual drinking partner, he didn’t find two demons smiling together as they dressed up and pretended for a few hours that the rest of Hell didn’t exist.

Instead, he found two wayward souls on the ground, half dressed and half asleep, leaning against each other as they spoke in a way that only the closest of friends could.

They looked over at him, smiling and beckoning him closer, and drawing him onto the floor with them, where they spoke until sleep finally wrapped its kind arms around them.

They were still in the hotel, of course, but for the first time in a long time, these three souls finally felt like they were home.

A/N 2: Another part with more Alastor x reader is coming soon, it’ll be a continuation of A Dance in Death!! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!

Taglist: @severusminerva @anh4125 @midorichoco @rapturenyx @maybememoriesx @martinys-world @miyu-kii @axellovesalastor @mo-0-o

[fantasticalchaos]

Wait if you're into both TWST and EAH I REALLY want to know how you think Hunter Huntsman and Rook would interact both having a similar source but different personalities to say.

That’s a good and interesting question anon!

It’s true, both are sourced from the Huntsman. And yet - they’re personalities are different! Rook is more flamboyant, passionate, and outgoing (all while keeping details about himself private). On the other hand, Hunter is more on the reserved side - except when it comes to his romantic gestures to his girlfriend, Ashlynn. (I love Huntlynn sm!) Additionally, Hunter - despite his destiny - despises hunting. Rook, does!

Now into how I believe the two hunters (heh) would interact! (Honestly also using this if any Hunter and Rook interactions appear in my fic at any point) [long post below]

First of all, since Hunter is son of the Huntsman (and considering I love TWST x EAH crossovers), he’s gonna be bombarded with Rook’s compliments and praise. 😆 Saying that he’s honoured to meet the descendant of the Huntsman as he would with the other Ever After High students. How strong and heroic he is! How skilled he is! And Hunter, while does enjoy the praise, he does try to remain humble… at times.

Heck, even when Hunter expresses that he doesn’t desire to hunt (though he loves doing the heroics) of his destiny, Rook is all in for it! “What a pure heart and kind soul you have!” Rook respects Hunter’s decision, and even encourages the latter on whatever he does/has a passion for! While Rook embraces his hunter lifestyle and he doesn’t, Hunter appreciates that Rook doesn’t force him into becoming someone he’s not. Rook & Hunter also have an long and jolly chats on animals! Well minus the dead animals part from Rook– Oh and Hunter trying not know some of the strange feeling on how Rook knows all personal things. He wants to at least be polite to Rook, since Rook doesn’t mean that much harm outside of the stalking and lack of personal space.

I also feel like the two would have some archery competitions on rare occasions. All filled with some friendly banter, and Rook would also gives Hunter some pointers on what to improve on. This surprises Hunter with Rook’s perceptiveness.

As for Rook’s nickname for him (and using a web translator), I’m thinking of Monsieur Amoureux de la Nature (Mr. Nature Lover)! It references Hunter’s love for nature overriding the (h)expectations for Hunter and his destiny. Also Ashlynn’s nickname is Princesse des Chaussons Cendrés (Princess of the Ashen Slippers).

Speaking of! Last but not least: ROOK IS A HUGE SUPPORTER FOR HUNTLYNN! If Hunter asks Rook for any help with setting up any romantic gestures, he’ll be right there! Gushes over the couple with such support! How two beautiful kind souls are perfect together! If this was prior to True Hearts Day, Rook will keep their relationship a secret. He will feel bummed out that he can’t share, but he understands and will wait until the couple will do it themselves. Still… Hunter and Ashlynn do get third-wheeled by him sometimes cause Rook is, well, Rook 😅

—————

“Ah! The love between Monsieur Amoureux de la Nature and Princesse des Chaussons Cendrés is utterly beautiful and heartfelt!” Rook wipes the tears of joy slipping down his face. A giant smile on his face, as he continues. “A romance so pure! So true! A once forbidden love doomed to the narrative, now turned strong and true until the end! Love truly conquers all!!” 🥹

“Thanks Rook!” Hunter thanks him as he scratches his head. “Now can you please leave me and Ash alone for a moment. We’re kind of the middle of something.” 😅

[ethereal-engene]

LIMBO | JUN

pairing: bf!jun x gn!reader

genre: fluff // warnings: swear words & not edited 

summary: how you celebrate the release of your boyfriend’s new single ‘Limbo’ // word count: 700

note: I know it’s no longer release day for Limbo but I can’t not write a fic for him celebrating Limbo being out :)) enjoy

When you first got the news that your boyfriend was releasing a new single, you were super excited. Plus it seemed like this single was very different from his other ones.

Honestly you were losing it along with the other carats. It was super fun and hilarious to see what the carats were saying on Twitter. All of the theories and fangirling.

Unfortunately Jun would be out of the country when it dropped but that didn’t mean you didn’t celebrate the release with him. On the night it was released, you had decided to FaceTime him.

Setting your phone on the stand and pulling up the music video. Jun was starting to get giddy but also shy. He virtually tried to stop you from watching it in front of him.

“Babe, please! I’ll do anything for you when we get back.” All of the while, he was starting to pull the covers over his eyes that way he didn’t have to see it. Noticing what he was he doing, you immediately tried to stop it.

“Junnie, pleaseeeeee!! How are you going to act shy when you’re literally a part of one of the hottest k-pop groups to exist?“

Man, nothing makes Jun more flustered when he hears praise from you. “Babe, if you keep on talking. You’re going to have a tomato instead of a boyfriend.”

Life is fun when you have Jun as your boyfriend. One thing about Jun is that he is never ever lacking in the comedic department. Every day, he finds something to make you laugh about.

“Come onnn! I have it pulled up.” He eventually pulls the covers down to watch your reaction. You push play and watch with love (and maybe even a bit of lust) in your eyes. Jun watching you watching him. Laughing about that thought, he returns to your reaction.

Given that it’s late in the night, you have to not let out a scream. It was really hard and Jun knew you wanted to let it out. It was making him laugh again. He thought you were really cute.

“Jun. What. The. Heck??” Taking in one deep breath before exhaling. “YOU LOOKED SO COOL AND THE LYRICS AND THE SET AND THE CLOTHES AND THE LYRICS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY YOU!!!!!” You can’t help but take another breather. He was hot.

That’s nothing new but my god. Even though, you have the real deal. The fangirling tendencies will never go away. “Wen Junhui. You are one hot ass motherfucker. Cannot believe you’re mine.”

He smirks and so do you. At the same time, you both say “Damn right, I’m yours”.

“Thank you, my love. As always, your support is appreciated. I’m glad you loved it. I hope the carats like it too.” If only you could be with him right now, you’d kiss him to shut up. “Of course, they’ll love it. Carats kind of go crazy for this stuff. Not to mention how confident you look. You were practically dripping in confidence and guess what? We ,including me, find that fucking attractive. I could go on and on about this, but it’s late.”

“I know you’re tired and your flight is a few hours. I’ll set you free for tonight.” Shooting a glance at him. Hoping he gets the little joke there. “I love you and just so you know. I’m going to scream about how good Limbo is when you get back. Night junnie!”

“I love you too y/n! I’ll text you when I land and thank you again for showing so much love to Limbo!” Waving goodbye and send a flying kiss each to other, the FaceTime ends.

Laying in bed, you let out a sigh. Not a sigh out of tiredness though. One of out of love and admiration. Jun is truly one of the best performers, singers, and more that you know.

When he’s back, you’re going to have to shower him more in compliments. Especially about how proud you are of him. Welcoming him to a banner with the words: “welcome to my limbo”. Even if it’s months later of the release of his single, you’ll still celebrate it as if it just got released.

okay but I’m kind of in love with this banner 💀 anyways STREAM LIMBO YALL AND VOTE FOR HIM !!

I hope Jun knows how much chaos he’s caused in caratland since the release of Limbo. Literally on repeat and god the falsettos from him. THEY NEVER DISAPPOINT

If you liked this, please send me an ask or reblog with tags about what you liked!! Reblogs are super helpful.

signing off with love,

- ash

[industrations]

NICE THINGS FOR YOU VIA A LONG ASS ASK:

1. I literally just had to talk to my psych today about body shit as yes indeed as the weather gets warmer my mean brain voices get louder. So I'm so so so sorry your brain is doing that to you and the things the voice is saying aren't true (trust me I'm a stranger on the internet). And, something I've been remembering recently is the mean brain voice isn't an enemy to be shouted down or ousted, but a part of child you who is scared and just trying to keep you safe. If you listen to what it is they are afraid of, you may then know how to soothe their fear and quiet them down

2. I adore your art and Reggie of the day makes me smile Every. Single. Time. Thank you for sharing your creations with us. What you do directly brings joy and happiness to people like me every day

3. I'm a decade older. I wish I could tell you that the voices go away forever or that there is a magic answer to gender and presentation and figuring out how to exist peaceably in a meat tupperware. What I can tell you is things are SO MUCH BETTER now than when I was 22. I know it's a fucking queer cliche to be like "it gets better" but it does. It really really does. I love my body now, and the way it exists in the world, in a way I didn't think I ever, ever would.

3a. ****Queer joy and pleasure is your birthright.**** you DESERVE TO EXIST exactly as you are. Right now. And be celebrated and affirmed and given full-throated praise and support and validation from the people who love you. Me (again, stranger on the internet), and all your followers are here for you in that. We celebrate you! We appreciate you! We literally have conversations where we talk about how great your work is and how awesome you are in the fandom!

4. *TW: PHYSICAL COMPLIMENT* Your aesthetic is mint and you are def a dead ringer for Reggie, esp Gender Reggie, and in fact you don't look like Reggie, Reggie looks like you. I think all my writers would back me up on that.

Anyway

Sending you love and gay hugs and like, auntie care packages with nail polish and homemade cookies and fancy gel pens from the expensive stationary store. 💌💅🏼🍪🖊💖💙💜💛🖤🩵🤍🩷

This was a journey haha and with every section it made me smile more (and cry a little but in a good way) I don’t even know what to say to it all just that i’ve stored it away in my brain and i’m keeping it safe treasuring all the nice words.

Also reggie looks like me?!!! :0 look at me go, that’s pretty damn cool

That you guys talk about my art outside of social media where i can see always surprises me (in a good way) like whaa there really is people out there thinking and talking about something i made right now.

THANK YOU so much for the nice words and the auntie care package 🥰🫶💕

[onlyswan]

GODDAMN IT ARTEMIS HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS LIKE THAT AFTER THAT LAST DRABBLE!

i am such a sucker for domestic fluff and the way you capture not just jungkook’s personality, but the also realities of being in a relationship so perfectly makes me so happy. although i’ve been a long time reader, i’ve been too shy to say anything and im sorry ;( but i’ve read and re-read every drabble in the in which series and they honestly make me feel so at home.

my favourite part from the most recent drabble has to be:

"you're so beautiful." he thinks out loud, ‘lovestruck' written all over his softened features. i wish there's a better word for it. ehh, uhh, there probably is but..”

his forehead creases as he exerts mental power to flip through his dictionary, eyeballs pointing in different directions as if he will read the word somewhere on the walls.

“but i can't think of one right now... my brain isn't working."

the compliment told dreamily makes your fragile heart beat louder inside your ribcage. concealing a flattered smile, you shake your head in disbelief.

“you think changing the topic like this will work?"

the water sloshes around as you inch closer, running the cloth over his shoulders and across his collarbones.

" i mean it." he replies firmly, hands sneaking in to caress the sides of your waist, fingertips grazing your skin to trace amorphous drawings. “i didn't always get the chance to look at you... like take my time and, really look at you. i hate that."

something about this moment right here makes my heart flutter, even if it’s not the most poetic part of the drabble. jk’s unfiltered love for o/c coming out in just a couple of words and longing gazes seriously brings tears to my eyes. nothing over the top, or too complicated just some simple, good ol fashioned loving.

i did not mean for this to be as long as it is lol, it’s just really easy to praise your works. i love your writing, and i love you. keep doing what you’re doing, you’re doing amazing :)

HEHEHE 🤭 MY WRITING MAKING YOU CURSE IS SO SATISFYING LOL the goal is always to make you feel things :P

thank you so much anonie! i totally understand why you’d feel shy but i’m happy you finally slid into my inbox with this 🥺 you seem so sweet and lovely i appreciate you tons <3

AHHHH i love this part too. imagining and writing it made me so >:((( i want to squish him so bad

jk’s unfiltered love for o/c coming out in just a couple of words and longing gazes seriously brings tears to my eyes.

damn it now i’m also emotional </3 screaming into my pillow brb

long messages talking about a drabble is always my favorite so we good 🥹 it truly means a lot to me to know what you think! makes all the effort worth it and motivates me to execute other ideas <3 i love youuuu and i hope you have a great week ahead 🫂

[kulemiwrites]

𝐀𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 | 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀-𝐙

Rating: 18+ SMUTTY CONTENT Character(s): (Before the turn) Akira Nishikiyama Warning: When I do these, they act sort of as my guidelines that I follow for when I am writing smut of the character in question. Obviously, these are headcanons but some of these headcanons may be lore heavy (and for the sake of brevity may not be explained here)- based on things I’ve come up with over the years. Privately or publicly. If something seems out of character or doesn’t make sense to you, that may be why! It'd be nice if you could manage to enjoy it anyway. There will be mentions of casual sex as well as significant others. Also, please bear in mind that while gender neutral pronouns and terms of endearment are used, the partner(s) in question have vaginas and this has been written with feminine folks in mind.

Using the following NSFW HEADCANON GAME by fairy-tail-babes

Read on AO3!

'After The Turn' ATOZ is now available!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s different depending on the relationship with his sexual partner. If he’s just hooking up with someone, he’ll give them an appreciative kiss and compliment them on the time spent, even help them clean up but unless he’s really into them, they probably shouldn’t expect too much affection from him. If they’re his significant other, he’s the most snuggly monster in the world. He wants to be in their skin. He’s showering them in kisses, praises and whatever other affection he can fit into the time he has before he needs to help clean up. He’s quick to ask if they’re in the mood to eat afterwards- he always works up an appetite and he’d like to share his meal with his lover. In either case, if his sexual partner is a smoker, he’s happy to share an after sex cigarette.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

If not his torso, just because of how hard he worked to build his body, definitely his hair because he knows how lovely it is. He loves for his partner’s fingers to make their way into his hair during sex. He puts a lot of effort into making sure it looks nice everyday and most would think that he’s really sensitive about it getting messed up but if it’s getting messed up because he’s putting in work– he can handle it. Yank and pull, stroke and twirl, he loves it all.

He’s the guy that if ever asked, “Ass or tits?” He kisses his teeth and answers with “Pussy.” He’s going to adore his partner from top to bottom but that part of them literally holds a power of him that he knows should be studied. It’s all he can think about and when he does think about it– just think about it, he begins to drool. More on this at 5!

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s unlikely to cum inside unless the risk of pregnancy is as close to 0 as humanly possible- which means, unless he’s wearing a condom, it’s pretty unlikely. Other than that, he doesn’t care where he cums as long as he gets to. Typically, he pulls out and strokes himself onto whatever is right above the hole he’s been fucking- stomach/back but he’s ALWAYS open to requests. It might be worth noting that his diet isn’t the best, he’s been smoking for several years and probably doesn’t drink as much water as he should.. He’s not upset if his partner doesn’t swallow. He gets it but of course he’s always appreciative. And as far as his partner is concerned, his motto is: The Wetter The Better. He LOVES a squirter. Loves it. If he can, he’ll make it happen time and time again until there’s a massive mess left behind proving how good of a job he’s done. Bonus points if his lover didn’t know that they could squirt until they met him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Wet panties turn him on beyond belief. If his partner spreads their legs, still in their underwear and there’s a wet spot, he’s going to start leaking himself. Again, the wetter the better. If they’re soaked, he may get down on his knees and start begging for a taste. He doesn’t even care if he’s pathetic in the moment. He’ll address his shame with the man in the mirror at a later date.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Not saying that he’s a whore but he’s far from inexperienced. He’s had more than his fair share of partners. He’s been at it for a while now and he’s someone that learns from all of his experiences. While he’s confident in his abilities, he learned a long time ago that everyone is different and what tricks might work on one might not work on the next so he’s got an…extensive repertoire. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

There is nothing in this world that can get him off faster than having a lovely someone sitting on his face. He’s tried 69’ing but it’s honestly a little too distracting. He muuuch prefers this- having his partner standing over his face, his arms locked around their thighs, keeping them from running away from him. If he needs stimulation, which he will, he can simply reach down and fist his own cock to his heart's content. With this position over something like 69’ing, he can seek stimulation at his own pace and not have to worry about cumming before his sweet baby does. He can focus of the task at hand first. This is literally the ONLY time he accepts hovering. If he’s asking to have his face sat on, he’s going to get pissed if they hover. “Babe, I said sit the fuck down.” In the case of penetrative sex, he loves cowgirl. Someone that knows how to ride is sure to make him lose his mind. He’ll leave them mostly in control to use him however they like but if they get tired, he doesn’t mind taking charge.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

It depends on more than a few factors. The type of person his sexual partner is, his relationship to them, the circumstance behind the sex, etc. If he’s having sex with his significant other and he’s particularly jealous, there won’t be a damn thing on this damn earth to crack a smile about. If he’s with a hookup that he hit it off with and they accidentally elbowed him in the head while shifting positions, then yeah, he’ll chuckle it off. If he’s with a dedicated partner that he feels truly and deeply safe with and connected to, anything can make him giggle before a couple kisses. It really just depends.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s got a thin happy trail that turns into full on thick, straight pubes. He tries to keep everything shaved down as best as he can because he hates how hot he gets when he’s rocking a full bush.  When he’s not doing well mentally though, he lets it go and doesn’t think about it. Chances are during this time, no one is seeing what’s going on down there anyway. Not even if he has a significant other.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Just as with Aftercare, he’s different depending on the relationship with his sexual partner. Now, there is an elephant in the room. Akira Nishikiyama was known to be quite the feet sweeping casanova. He did treat all of his partners as if they were the most special people on the planet. That was what left them so smitten afterward but it’s different for romantic partners. His voice is softer as is his gaze and touch. It’s not a mask that he can simply put on to impress them. This is genuine. He’s not being a playboy. He’s simply a man in love. They know that he doesn’t want to let them go. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He’s quick to masturbate if he’s giving his lover head. Hell, he masturbates at the thought of giving his lover head if he can’t get to them fast enough sometimes. He prefers jerking himself to actual penetrative sex when he’s got a wet pussy sliding across his tongue. He’s not really afraid to yank it if he has to. It’s a natural part of life as far as he’s concerned. He likes to wrap a pair of wet panties around the base of his dick as he strokes himself when he can.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Pussy worship- Akira is obsessed with the female form but most specifically the pussy. He can’t get enough of the taste, the smell, the juices mixed with saliva running down his chin. He could eat his lover’s pussy a million times and he’s certain he’d be on his knees begging to go a million more. 

JOI- He hates that he loves being told what to do. He hardly lasts even when he’s been instructed not to cum– he.. has to work on that.. He will. Maybe. Until then, he’s willing to keep practicing. 

Praise/Body worship (receiving)-  Sometimes when he’s feeling low, he enjoys being on the receiving end of worship and praises. He wants to hear that his body is the one that’s perfect. He wants to be the one touched delicately. He wants to be marveled at. Deep down, it’s not even a want. It’s really a need. And is that too much to ask?

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Wherever the pants fall. If his sexual partner isn’t afraid of sneaking a quickie in somewhere quiet but public, he’s all for it. Hell, he’s not above fucking in his car if the mood strikes but the post nut clarity does make him stress out alot about the mess afterwards. So, he does try to make it to whoever’s place is closest or even a love hotel, when he can. If he’s in a lodging of some kind when it’s time to take action, he’ll take the bed, the floor, couch, table– he doesn’t care. He does have a really soft spot for shower and bathtub sex though. He typically reserves that for his romantic partners but hey, if he’s showering with a hookup and either of them are raring to go another round, he won’t be opposed. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

As long as he’s attracted to his sexual partner, it doesn’t really take a whole lot to get him going but there are a few things that will get him sending those eyes in their direction: He’s very fond of tight dresses that stop around the mid-thigh and a pair of heels. He may have his poker face on but chances are he’s thinking about ankles dangling over his shoulders or those thighs squishing around his head. He’s got a thing for the color red, too. Red lips, red nails, red heels, a red dress or skirt- hell, even pants and shorts work. (Not all at once obviously- he appreciates style before all else.) It really turns him on. He’s not even sure why it riles him up like that. It’s a certain shade of red though. Bright, cherry red. Another thing is really mental stimulation- he wants someone that can keep up with him. As long as there’s mutual respect, there’s going to be a lot of banter but sometimes he’ll (playfully) get fed up with the shit talk and once the opportunity presents itself, he’ll be challenging them in another way. Damn, how’d that cock get in their mouth? Huh, strange. Now, what were they saying again?

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There’s not a whole lot that he won’t do. When it comes to sex, he tries his best to be as open minded as possible. He’d hard no something like scat but he’d consider watersports before eventually coming to a soft no. If it sorta happened by accident or something he wouldn’t be upset but he doesn’t see himself being super excited about it. One thing is for certain, he’s definitely not into having sex with someone who hasn’t given enthusiastic consent. If he can’t tell that his partner is 100% into it, he’ll go soft immediately. Maybe it’s an ego thing, but he needs to be able to tell from beginning to end that they’re dying to be with him.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He can appreciate receiving good head. If he’s got a sexual partner that’s got him whining and curling his toes, he’d remember their name and number by heart forever. But he will dream about the lover whose pussy made him cum all over himself in minutes. There is no aspect of sex that he enjoys more than pussy eating and he’s fantastic at it. He doesn’t share this fact, he lets his partners learn this themselves… or through the grapevine. He’s passionate, enthusiastic- perhaps even overly enthusiastic, leaving one to question who is the one really one the receiving end of the pleasure. There was a period of time when he thought that there was something wrong with him, since not many of his friends shared the same passion but once he realized how appreciative his partners were afterward he came to terms with it. He’s got an abnormally long tongue and he’s not afraid to use it in ways that he’s certain the creator never intended. About the length of his tongue, he often jokes that when he was being created, something got messed up and the inches meant for his dick went to his tongue instead. Age and experience has helped him shed insecurity over it. He’s grateful for it now and he’d have it no other way. He enjoys penetrative sex, absolutely, but he can cum just as hard- if not harder while performing oral.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Pace depends on the factors at play- Who is he having sex with? Why is he having sex with them? Where is he having sex with them? If he knows exactly how the other person likes it, chances are, he’s just going to fuck them whichever way they prefer. However, it goes without saying that he’s a jealous romantic partner, and sometimes he has really territorial sex that consists of marking like, biting and hickies and his strokes are typically just harder by default. Sometimes, he’ll even have sex with the intention of relieving stress and even then he’s rough. If his partner is okay with it, that’s going to consist of a lot of smacking and slapping- this could be as mild as the ass or thighs or even a little more intense like the face and chest. He tries to get the majority of it out of his system well before he cums because he’d like to show his partner some gentleness and appreciation. He doesn’t want them to feel used by the end. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Sometimes a quickie is all he has time for before he walks out of the door. Sometimes the mood’s struck in an “unfortunate” setting and he and his partner have to make do where they are– Akira Nishikiyama is not opposed to quickies by a long shot. If there's an opportunity to get it in and he’s in the mood, he’s down. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

If the risk is semi-public sex, he’s doooown! No questions asked. If the risk is unprotected sex with a random hookup– no thanks. Not only is he terrified of catching something, he’s not a fan of the idea of having a kid he’s not prepared for with a person he doesn’t even know. Even if he’s with someone he’s known a while or been with for a while, it takes a lot for him to forgo a condom. Once he finally does, he’s going to be stressed about it the first few months after the fact. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s got pretty high stamina. He can last a good while but once he cums he’s going to definitely need a break. He’s rebooting. If his partner hasn’t been taken care of yet or is still wanting more in the meantime, he’s more than happy to pleasure them any other way that doesn’t involve his dick. It’s on break and not to be disturbed. He can definitely fuck a few times a day when they’re separated by hours but back to back rounds (just minutes apart) aren’t a daily occurrence. He’s got to really be fucking out some pent up rage if he’s fucking through a previous orgasm or something. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s cool if his partner has a vibrator but he’s not cool with a dildo that’s any larger than his cock. It will trigger insecurity in him that he refuses to discuss. It’ll be obvious what’s happening. So, does it really need a conversation? Anyway, he’ll couple their vibe with whatever it is he’s doing. He’ll put it against their clit while he’s sending his hips forward to knock and knock against their g-spot. He’s had someone use a vibrating cock ring on him before and he enjoyed it but it was way too much stimulation for him. He became overwhelmed with all the sensations. He sometimes makes his lover hold their vibe against their clit while he tongue fucks them. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Akira is a fantastic lover but he’s a cruel fucker. He loves making his partners squirm. The more hardened a person they are, the more hellbent he will be on breaking them down until they’re nothing but a begging slut. He takes great pleasure in making people beg to be touched, to cum, to have him inside of them. It strokes his ego knowing how bad he’s needed. If he can get someone to say words they’d usually never utter in any other circumstances, he’d be on top of the world. As much as he likes to tease and make his partners wait for what he’s going to give them, he’s screaming and crying on the inside because he needs it just as bad if not more than they do. He’ll have a good game face but he cracks the moment he’s inside them or his tongue is met with slick- whichever comes first.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Unless he’s eating pussy (because he’s really too far gone then), he really tries to hold back when he’s with someone who’s not his romantic partner aside from panting. He’d much rather hear the result of what he’s doing to him than vice versa. However, if he’s comfortable enough? He’s a moaner groaner. His sounds start out as soft moans and he punctuates them with loud groans. He talks a good bit too, no matter who he’s with. He’s asking if his partner is feeling good. He’s teasing them. He’s complimenting them. He’s telling them what to do. 

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

To backtrack to the letter M– his affinity for the color red on his lover is serious. He will pay for them to get their nails done biweekly if they let him and regularly put in a special request for the color red. When they’re done, he wants them to show them off, but he wants them to model their pretty fingers by wrapping them around his cock. He doesn’t know what his problem is but there’s something about seeing pearlescence dripping down that glossy red paint that drives him nuts. Don’t even get him started on having red lipstick smeared across his cockhead…

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Akira is a little less than average in length erect coming in at just over 4 ½ inches and uncircumcised. His shaft is tan while the head is bright pink, looking more reddish when he’s erect. He’s got a nice girth with it but the tastiest part of his dick isn’t the girth, it’s the curve. That curve!! His penis is formed as if it was special ordered to stimulate a g-spot. There was a very long period of time when he found himself extremely insecure about his length. He still does battle with it sometimes. If he has to be honest, he attributes that insecurity to how he gained his cunnilingus skill. He wanted to make sure that he pleased his partners somehow and he didn’t think his dick was the way to do it. Over time, he came to really, really enjoy the activity. Eventually he learned through exploration that his dick can stimulate that spot even better than his fingers can. He’s unstoppable now.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His mental health affects his sex drive a lot. Sure, when he’s frustrated and angry, he does find himself wanting to do it for a bit of stress relief. When he’s down though, he doesn’t want to be touched nor does he want to touch himself. He can sometimes go months without any sort of sexual stimulation/activity. It’s just the last thing on his mind. When he’s doing well mentally? It’s pretty average. He does notice a spike in his sex drive anytime he’s in a relationship, though. He could have them multiple times a day if they’re open to it. Funnily enough, his desire is highest in the mornings and if he gets it out of his system when he first wakes up, he’s fine all day. If he ignores it, he just has to struggle with need nagging at him nonstop. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s in the comfort of a bed and he’s not got anywhere to be, once he’s got a snack/meal and the cleaning is taken care of, Akira is out for the count. His lover could be having a full on conversation with him and suddenly they’re answered with light snoring. Nothing is keeping that man awake. Chances are, he worked pretty hard. Let him get his beauty sleep.

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[chippedaxe]

no thoughts just reader wearing a maid dress with the different mcyt. (nsfw)

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Title: Maid Dress Hc's

Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI), praise, pet names, exhibitionism (not rlly) ???, possessiveness, SUB reader,

Pronouns: They/Them, non specified genitalia

Synopsis: The reader wears a maid dress and here are the mcyt's reactions.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: you guys are so down bad, I love it <3

I KNOW ITS TAKEN A WHILE TO ANSWER, IM SOZ

*I hate the word smirks because it makes me think of Debbie Ryan's weird smile from radio rebel but whatever :/

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cc! Dream

- His face was one of shock, this wasn't expected but was certainly welcomed. "Oh wow Darling, is all this for me?" Dream is just casually sitting in his chair when you come up to him wearing the maid dress "It better all be for me, because I'm not letting anyone else get the privilege of seeing you like that!" Dream is flustered.

- He's torn apart. One side of him wants to keep you private and all to himself but another part of him ones to show you off as a prize to all of his friends, putting you on display and having everyone worship you but not being able to actually do anything to you.

- He'd put his arms behind his head and just watch you, smirking to himself "Do a little twirl for me.." he bites his lip and watches you spin around in your short dress. His pants tighten around his crotch and that's when you know that you're done for.

cc! Sapnap

- "Hey babe, look at me!" you interrupt him while he's on a call with his camera turned off, Sapnap turns around and looks you up and down "Wow darl' that's fuckin' gorgeous.. These guys wish they could see you right now.." Sapnap groaned as he stared at you.

- Sapnap suddenly feels a tad bit flustered as he remembers that the guys can actually hear what he's saying but plays it off anyways, You spin around for him and show him your frills and lace "You're so pretty oh my lord.." he smiles at you.

- Sapnap suddenly grabs you and places you on his lap, signaling you to be quiet as he slowly explores your clothed body. You shut your mouth and try to keep quiet, your breathing becoming heavier as Sapnap slides his hand up your dress.

- Sapnap pushes his fingers past your underwear and slips his fingers inside of you, stopping himself from groaning at the feeling of your warm walls around his fingers. "Come on Sapnap, don't be rude! Show them to us, we're all really intrigued now!" The guys complain "That's too bad because they're all mine.." Sapnap smirks.

cc! George

- He lets out a full on gasp as you enter the room which causes Dream (on the phone) to question what was happening "NOTHING, absolutely nothing!" George is flabbergasted by how you look. You're everything he's ever wanted and you're everything that he needs, George's jaw drops and you can hear Dream complaining again.

- "Sorry It's just my partner, they look SO good!" George gulps nervously as he cant take his eyes off you "Aw, they look better than me? :( " Dream asks jokingly "Everyone looks better than you" George replies "Hey- don't be rude.." you laugh.

- "I think- I've gotta go.. I'll call you back actually" George hangs up on Dream and he stands up, his hands finding their place on your hips as he leans towards you and kisses your lips. George lowers his hands so he's now full on groping your ass, squeezing your thighs as well.

- You let out a soft moan as you feel George's hardness press up against you, the muscle becoming bigger in his pants by the second. "So.. So pretty.. So good.. All mine.."

cc! Eret

- He just sits there in his chair expectedly and waiting for you to come in the room, her expression and whole mood changing the instant you enter the door with the dress on. "What are you wearing? Is- Is there something special?" They're confused but not angry about it.

- Her hands are quickly working to get it off as quickly as you were working to get it on. Eret appreciates every little piece of lace and clothing you put on for them as they take it off, sliding the skirt off and pausing to look at the soaked lace undies.

- His hands massage your thighs gently, admiring you thigh high socks you put on as well. Their eyes wander and they notice you're also wearing thigh garters "So dressed up, and you're all mine.." Eret gets a rush from seeing you like this.

- You. Will. Not. Walk. That is a warning. Eret will 100% guaranteed keep you from being able to walk tomorrow (assuming you could already walk in the first place) by ramming into you at high speeds and bruising your hips.

cc! Karl

- He was already expecting it, he was the one who bought you the maid dress in fact but he just didn't expect how damn good you looked in it. The dress complimented you perfectly, the sight in you in it made Karl's mouth water.

- He will probably try to keep the costume on you, only sliding your underwear to the side to fuck you. He would of course worry about ruining the dress with his cum though "What if this is the last time I see you in this dress?" he doesn't like that thought. He needs to see you dressed up like this for him way more.

- He would grind against you while you sit there looking pretty in your outfit, feeling happy to do it and attend to your every will. Karl is your happy boyfriend and would do fuckin' anything for a hot person like you, and I mean anything.

- He would get so upset if you told him that stream wanted to see the maid dress "Well they can't! This is all mine!" he will pout and keep you to himself "That's not fair Karl.." you remind him "Well- I'll wear the maid dress then! Just not you, who knows who might try to steal you away!" he crosses his arms "I don't know about that but I'm all for making you wear the maid dress" you grin.

cc! Punz

- "Holy fuck!" he tackles you to the bed and pins you underneath him, "Is it my birthday already? Holy shit.." Punz looks down at you. You look up at him with your lust filled eyes, ready for him to just take you.

- "Thought you may like it" you smile "More than just like it! I love it!" his hands won't leave you. Punz' rubs your skin, patting your hips and opening your legs up for him to get between. You close your thighs around your face unintentionally but he loves it, gasping at the feeling of being trapped under you.

- Punz will ruin you and probably ruin that maid dress you were wearing, his teeth ripping the lace underwear so he could have better access to your genitals "h-hey! That was expensive!" you complain. "I'll by you some more if you wear them for me, babe.." Punz hums from under you.

- He will destroy you the moment he actually fucks you, his hips shuddering against your non-stop until you both cum and even then he still isn't stopping. You unleashed a beast and now he won't stop until he's fully calmed down and satisfied.

[primofate]

Genshin [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] What it’s like to be their manager Headcanons

Note: I think a lot of people misunderstand the role of the manager XD It’s not that the whole team is dating you. It’s that the whole team treats you like their family/sister. So you’d better bet that all of them are gunna be hella protective of you XD

Scenario: What do you do for the team and what do they do for you? :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy, might have some swear words, platonic relationships

Characters: Zhongli, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Kazuha, Xiao, Tohma, reader as the team manager

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Genshin Volleyball Team manager

It’s just fuckin’ chaos

On your first day you’re already bombarded with questions by Tartaglia and Kaeya

“So which class are you?” “What’s your height?” “Are you single?”

Captain Zhongli just cannot be bothered to reign them in anymore.

So Vice Captain Diluc does it and grabs their collars. “You idiots, you’re scaring her off!”

Possibly Kazuha and Tohma are the ones you really try to rely on, on your first few weeks.

So how do you gain the trust of your team? Let’s start with each player shall we?

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

Zhongli is just handsome and mature. He’s strict and needs to be the pillar of the team. 

You’re intimidated by him the first few weeks and he just seems...a little far. He’s always so focused that you can’t seem to catch a moment to just chat with him.

There’s a day where you notice that his form is a little off, you suspect that he hurt his wrist a little. 

You fidget uncomfortably in the gym as they practice, but finally turn to the coach “U-Umm... The captain is... I mean! I’m not sure, but... I think he needs to take a rest,”

The coach calls for someone to substitute Zhongli and suddenly asks you to check on him.

“Huh?! Me?!” the coach pushes you towards him, and Zhongli is just looking at you quizzically, you can practically see the question mark on his face.

“C-Captain, d-do you need some bandages on your wrist?”

Zhongli is taken aback, but silently puts his right wrist out for you to wrap.

Only when you’re done tending to it does he look you in the eye and ask.

“How did you know?”

“...Because I always watch, and all I can do is watch. If I can’t even spot that out then I’m not a very good manager am I?”

Zhongli has a newfound respect for you. He thought you were just a meek and shy thing sitting around and passing them balls but he feels his heart swell that someone like you is seriously watching over them.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

Diluc is probably the second hardest to get along with or break the ice with.

But he gradually warms up to you when he notices that he’s always the first one you pass a towel and water bottle to.

You’re not doing that on purpose, it’s just him who always comes up first.

After a few days he deliberately goes to you faster cause he always wants to be the one to receive a water bottle and towel from you first. Secretly a puppy.

The moment he realized that you were reliable was when you stayed behind to help him practice when everyone else went home already. 

You didn’t let up in your constant praise of “nice receive”, “great spike!” and “that’s so cool!” 

He thinks he saw stars in your eyes at some point.

“Hey, Diluc, it’s getting late, let’s leave some energy for tomorrow, yeah?” he could tell from your mannerisms that you were tired too, but you tried not to let it show on your face and still cleaned up with him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then!” you wave but you’re stopped by a quick. “No,” from him. You tilt your head in wonder and he just looks at you as if it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“It’s late, I’ll walk you home,”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

You don’t have to impress this guy, anyone of the female gender impresses him.

lol jk

safe to say it’s not difficult to befriend Kaeya, just bring him a cheering squad and some food.

all jokes aside the way to this guy’s heart is through his stomach.

He’s not a particularly hungry person but there’s this one time he forgot to bring lunch. He was running late, or something of that sort, honestly not something new for him.

He ALSO didn’t bring money so he couldn’t eat food from the cafeteria.

Ask his friends for money you say? Tartaglia would go, “Haha no way!” Albedo would go, “Let this be a lesson for you,” his brother would go “Serves you right,”

By club time he’s famished and dramatic. “Guys, go on without me, this is as far as I go,” as he sprawls on the gym floor.

You ask if he’s okay and he doesn’t answer so Diluc is the one that answers for him. “He forgot his lunch, as always,”

You make a sound of understanding and the next thing you know you’re taking out a lunch box and Kaeya has lifted his head up, sensing food.

“I packed onigiri for everyone today, actually... In case someone was hungry. It’s not much but--”

Kaeya comes alive from the dead and clutches your hands to his chest. “Manager you really are an angel,”

Diluc jump kicks him away from you.

#4 Albedo (Setter)

You also don’t know how to approach this guy

He always looks mad or stoic or something. Like he’s always thinking about something.

He low key actually is always thinking about play strategies and how to set the ball better for his teammates.

You really do think he works so hard while the game is going on, so you decide to help him out a little bit.

You watch a few more of their games and somehow come up with a list of what kinds of sets are better for each different spiker in the team.

There’s surprise in his eyes when you pass the document to him and modestly exclaim “...but, it might not be accurate, since I’m not that experienced,”

He still nods and says “...It’s the thought that counts,” 

When he does read your report and try the techniques out he notices that it does hold some merit in it

Is amazed like how Zhongli is amazed. He thought you were just there to hand them bottles and cheer for them but he had never been so wrong as to what a manager’s role is.

Will trust you enough to ask you about his set performance.  

Will sometimes slam Kaeya with an insult. “Kaeya, your spike sense is horrid, Y/N can read the moves better than you,”

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

It’s not that he has a hard time trusting people but let’s just say he has the tendency to make you feel like he likes you but then he actually does that to everyone.

For example: He’ll throw compliments like “Oh that’s amazing Y/N!” but then back in the classroom you’ll hear him say “Oh that’s amazing!” to, like, every other person. 

That kinda disappoints you cause then the comment doesn’t really hold that much meaning to it if he keeps on saying it to others too.

He encounters a crisis mid year because this guy is just... he struggles with his grades. 

Captain Zhongli has told him he can’t play volleyball if he fails even one subject.

This boy is panicking and has semi-accepted this is the end of his volleyball career.

So you offer to study with him and he’s legit stoked.

Intensive and strict study sessions commence. Note taking, pop quizzes, surprise questions and even sudden random calls from you wherein you ask him a question and he has to answer within 5 seconds.

You’ve pulled all the study techniques you know here, this man better pass everything.

Welp, he still fails History....but since he worked so hard Captain Zhongli excuses it.

He’s so happy that he can’t hold back the stupidly wide smile on his face. He turns to you and for the very very first time in months, he bows and THANKS you.

You realize that he’s never thanked you before. Not even when you pass him water bottles or towels. 

You consider it a win, getting rare and sincere appreciation from him.

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

One of the easiest to get along with but at the same time, he’s so mature that you feel like you’re not even in the same age range as him.

Definitely someone you can count on though, so you ask him many questions on the first week.

Still, it’s one of those things where you can kind of talk to him but there’s still a wall between you two.

One day while walking around in school there were these boys who were commenting about his height, and questioning his abilities as a volleyball team member.

You didn’t really think much about it when you speak up, “But he’s a really good middle blocker and spiker,” 

Those boys look at you weirdly and you realize that you’ve unconsciously spoken up. So you hurriedly walk away.

Little did you know that Kazuha was in some secret corner and heard the whole thing.

Just like that, the next day, it seems as if the wall between you two was gone, and you’re able to talk freely.

That, and he seemed to like asking you to help him practice his spikes and throw balls for him now.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

is deceivingly easy to get along with. Just has a rough exterior but is actually a softie if you squint.

You know this because there are subtle things he does. 

He doesn’t speak to you much but then he would be the one picking up the balls with you, or sometimes there’s magically a new set of clean towels on the bench that you don’t remember taking out from the storage room.

This guy is passionate for the game, so he really beats himself up when he isn’t able to receive a ball during actual games.

You worry about his mentality sometimes. I mean, it’s a team game, it’s not like he alone can save the whole game

So you talk to him about it the other day

“You’re already a really good libero Xiao, I mean... I’m not saying you should stop practicing but you don’t have to feel so bad...” you pause because this doesn’t feel like the message you want to convey

“Sorry, what I mean is... You CAN feel bad, but share the burden with your team, you know?”

He knows what you’re saying and contemplates it for a while. He knows that his team has his back, but sometimes just needs reminder about it.

He looks at you and asks, “...Can I share the burden with you too?”

You blink “Huh?”

“You said I can share the burden with my team, but can I share it with you too?”

There is a blush on his cheeks at this point.

“Oh, yea! Of course! I don’t play but I’m still part of the team you know!”

Ever since then, during games, if he feels a little frustrated he’d glance at you on the bench and you’d give him a thumbs up for a job well done.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

You’re like bffs the moment you see each other

lol jk

You’re still awkward with him the first few days cause that’s just how first meetings are.

But he is very easy to talk to and always makes you feel at ease

Will always be the one to ask how you are if you need any help or if class was okay in general

Seems like the type of person to care more about others than himself

So he’s surprised when you come into the gym and you beat him to asking his usual questions.

“Tohma, how are you today? Did you have a proper lunch?”

“Tohma, are you getting tired? Want some water?”

“Tohma, how was class today?”

All the other members of the team turn to look at the two of you, thinking ‘Why does Tohma get extra attention?’ 

Tohma certainly doesn’t get extra attention you just TALK to him more. The other members deadass are also getting cared for by you, just in different ways.

This boy has some insecurities though, when it comes to playing the game. He hasn’t been in it for long so he’s the least experienced and that gets to him sometimes.

“Oh, really? But you play really well! I couldn’t tell that you’re new” 

His serves are really amazing though.

“Also! You always score points for us with the serves. Sometimes, your serves are my favourite part of the game!”

Has practiced extra hard so as not to let you down.

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[taexual]

SEVENTEEN (VOCAL UNIT) / accidentally using your insecurity against you

warning: angst, deep feelings of inferiority, and, of course, mention of insecurities (general in most of these – oc is not feeling good enough)

other versions: performance unit // hip hop unit

requested by anonymous.

↣ jeonghan

One of the love languages that he was most comfortable with in your relationship, was words of affirmation. It never failed to make him feel all warm inside whenever he gave you a compliment and your eyes immediately lit up as a bright smile spread on your face.

Jeonghan hadn’t realised that his compliments were, really, dependent on the situation – he only spoke praises when you put effort into something. Unconsciously, he’d made it feel as though you weren’t good enough unless you were actively trying to be. Trying to be better—smarter, prettier, funnier—than you felt like you were.

When he would gasp and clutch his chest dramatically at the sight of you in an expensive outfit, with your make-up and hair – that took hours – fully done, it used to make you laugh. But today you just sighed and plopped down on your bed.

“You know what – actually, I don’t really feel like going out,” you told him, reaching for your earrings that weighed at least half a kilogram, and made your ears feel like they were truly testing the force of gravity tonight. “I’ll just stay home.”

Worried all of a sudden, he watched you take off the jewelry. “Are you sure? Did something happen? Was it something I did?”

“It’s…” you hesitated, not wanting—and not even knowing if you could express yourself properly—to talk about this. “Well, yes and no. I don’t know.”

The yes part alarmed him more than anything, and he rushed over to sit next to you.

“Tell me,” he asked.

“You didn’t mean it,” you said right away. “It’s just that you always—oh, nevermind. I’m just tired today, okay? But you go, have fun.”

You tried to give him an encouraging smile, but it did not reach your eyes, and Jeonghan persisted.

“No, please, tell me,” he spoke. “If I did something wrong, you have to tell me so I could stop. Or else we’ll come back here again eventually.”

The fact that he didn’t realise what you were going to say was somehow both, great and terrible. Great, because it meant he wasn’t doing this to purposefully signify the parts about you that needed improvement. But also terrible, because now you felt like you were overreacting and this was just a misunderstanding.

“I’m just…” you started, your mind going blank for a second. You laughed nervously as you tried again, “I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m trying to be this person that you would like, but it’s hard. I already feel like I’m—like I can’t do anything right. But then I try to dress up, to go out, to have fun with you, with our friends, and it’s—I’m trying. And you tell me I do good, you always do, thank you for that. But it just feels like you’re praising me for being fake, because I’m just not good enough as my real self.”

A soft, “oh,” was heard next to you as Jeonghan looked down, deep in thought.

“I didn’t mean for—for it to sound that way,” he said because, of course, he didn’t mean it. Realising that this response wasn’t adequate enough, he continued, “I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated your effort. But I didn’t—I don’t want you to think that I always expect you to go out of your way, o-or become someone you’re not.”

You nodded, appreciating that he considered this to be a valid issue. But you still couldn’t shake the feelings of inferiority.

“I love you,” Jeonghan added, bending his leg and resting it on the bed as he turned to face you. “Every single version of you that you’d shown me. But my most favorite version of you is the one that you’re the most comfortable with. And I’m sorry I haven’t shown it enough appreciation.”

↣ joshua

When he said, “I’m sorry I keep talking to you about this,” with that nervous chuckle that he did sometimes, you only touched his arm and assured him that you didn’t mind.

“I love listening about your achievements,” you said. “I’m proud.”

He knew you weren’t lying – you’d been together long enough to finally learn how to be honest with each other. Which was why Joshua found himself admitting, “yeah, it’s just—I feel bad because I always have something to tell you, but you never do.”

That did not come out right. He opened his mouth to try to fix it and inform you that, contrary to the implications in his words, he did not mean to make you feel guilty about this, let alone imply that you never had anything to brag about. But you reacted before he could say anything.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said – an automatic response whenever someone even suggested that you may have been at fault here – and Joshua cringed at himself for putting you in this position. “I wish I could share something with—”

“I—no,” he finally cut you off. “It’s me who’s sorry. I did not mean to say that you haven’t achieved anything. I just wanted to say that you never tell me about any of it. Y-you never talk to me about the good—”

“No, you were right,” you insisted, the feelings of inferiority ingrained so deeply into your brain, that your first reaction was not defense, but acceptance. This way, you were inflicting more suffering on yourself because now your mind was convincing you that you weren’t the only one who thought you weren’t good enough, but your boyfriend thought so, too. “I don’t tell you about my achievements, because I don’t have any.”

“You do,” he insisted. You’d often admired him for his ability to remain calm under stressful situations, but Joshua genuinely felt like he was about to shed his entire skin – he didn’t think that was what it meant to be calm. “Just because you don’t realise that, doesn’t mean that you don’t. You’re the best person I’ve ever met – that alone is an achievement you should be proud of every day.”

You didn’t reply – not because you tried to encourage him to keep going, but simply because you thought it would seem childish to keep denying everything he said. No matter how much you appreciated his quick reflexes to do damage control, you’d already grown accustomed to your insecurities and the pain they brought.

But Joshua wasn’t accustomed to it. And he wasn’t ever going to be, as he continued, “I wish that you allowed yourself to feel proud of the things that you do. Because I want to hear about them. I want to hear how happy you are when you finally finish reading that boring book. Or watching that 10-season TV show. Or when you finish working that endless shift,” he kept talking until you finally gave him a look as if asking if he was serious about this – all those things seemed so trivial.

He smiled with a reassuring nod.

“Those are all achievements,” he said. “I mean it. They get overlooked, but that’s what they are. And I want you to feel proud of them, and then let me be proud, too.”

↣ woozi

You’d kept your insecurities to yourself most of the time, feeling like it would only burden the people around you if you talked about it. But, sometimes, even your river of patience overflowed – especially nowadays, as you were forced to deal with two new co-workers that seemed to be better than you in every single way, to the point where it felt outrageously unfair.

You hadn’t really talked to Jihoon about this before, even though he’d asked why you looked so down every time you got home. Usually, you dismissed it and blamed everything on the heavy workload, but because these co-workers had really been bothering you, you finally took the time to tell your boyfriend about it.

Except, because you weren’t used to complaining about this, everything you said still sounded dismissive as you dodged Jihoon’s questions and, instead, continued to rant about how your co-workers didn’t even have to try, how they were just naturally skilled at everything, how every single thing they did was effortless, and the end-result was always flawless.

Finally, Jihoon got frustrated with your lack of willingness to actually talk about yourself – the only person that he cared about in this situation.

“Well, it sounds to me like you can’t even begin to compare to them,” he said, “and you are the one that is letting them make you feel bad.”

Ironically, despite already feeling like you were much, much worse than your co-workers, hearing Jihoon – your supportive boyfriend – basically imply the same thing almost triggered the defense mechanism inside of you.

Your judgement was undoubtedly clouded because of your insecurities, but you couldn’t see what else he could have meant. He had clearly said that you were so far below their level, that it was bold of you to even draw comparisons between yourself and them.

“I… I know I can’t compare to them,” you ended up saying, surprised by how angry this made you feel. “That’s why I’m so… that’s why I hate it so much. My job was the only thing I was good at, the one thing I didn’t completely suck at. And then they showed up and proved to me, yet again, that I’m only good at something if I’m the only one doing it.”

Jihoon seemed surprised that this was what you’d heard him say.

“But I wasn’t agreeing with you,” he said. “I meant that you’re a hundred times the person they are.”

“That’s not how it sound—you were right, anyway,” you said, choosing words that were less accusing. He’d only pointed out the truth, after all. “I’m not better. I’m not even on the same level.”

Jihoon paused here, needing a minute to rehearse his next words in his head before he said them, not wanting you to interpret them the wrong way again.

“You said they’re not putting any effort into what they do, but you are,” he continued then. “You work hard. Your results always depict that, they’re never just an accident. You work so hard, and you do it so well, that you shouldn’t even be comparing yourself to them. That’s what I meant. You only think you’re worse because you’re actually working, while they just go with the flow. But that won’t last long. Without hard work, the result is all thanks to luck, and all luck runs out, eventually. But because you don’t realise this, you let them make you feel worse. They’re not better than you. If anything, they’re just more intimidating.”

↣ DK

He had canceled your Friday night plans at the last minute and hadn’t given you any real reason for it. That was unexpected, but, truthfully, you didn’t think much of it; he was a busy person.

But when you got twelve separate texts – Hansol forgot, but Joshua texted you twice – inquiring if you were okay and wondering why you weren’t at the “company dinner”, you had to sit down and consider the worst scenario – naturally – which was that Seokmin had an official dinner, but he didn’t want you to come with him. There wasn’t any other explanation that made sense, considering you didn’t even know there was a dinner.

Saving your dignity, you came up with an excuse to the boys and said that you had plans – while you, ironically, began your third round of scrolling through Netflix in hopes of finding something interesting – and tried to come up with a subtle enough way to ask Seokmin about this later.

You did find a subtle course of action. However, Seokmin hadn’t found a subtle response, as he—irrationally frustrated with himself for not asking you to come with him—explained himself in a huff, “I knew you’d react like you always do, and I was afraid we wouldn’t have time for that. I only had thirty minutes to get ready.”

“Like I always do?” you repeated, wondering what the words tasted like on your tongue. They tasted like bitter disappointment. Like hurt and anger. “Which is, how, exactly?”

You knew very well how. He meant your anxiety and how, nearly every time you had to go out with him to meet other people – his friends – you would go blind with fear that they wouldn’t like you, that you would come off as a complete idiot, that they would wish you hadn’t come.

Seokmin didn’t even try to answer that question.

“I’m sorry for the way I said that,” he said instead, disappointed in himself for letting it come to this. “I should have told you that I didn’t want to put you into an environment where you’d feel anxious again.”

That sounded almost funny now: why did it matter what he should have told you, when it clearly wasn’t what he actually wanted to tell you?

“Right. But that’s not what you said,” you replied and then took a step back, needing to exhale before your voice started to sound any more venomous. “Look, I’m sorry. I understand. I’m a lot to deal with.”

“No, you’re—”

“Don’t contradict yourself on my behalf, please,” you interrupted quickly. “You’re only making this worse.”

Seokmin watched the way you were getting further away from him – metaphorically and literally, as you neared the door of the room – and swallowed with great difficulty. He was preparing to take a leap that could result in a terrible, terrible crash.

“Okay, fine,” he said, watching you with great intensity. “You are a lot to deal with. But it’s absolutely worth it. I just want to make sure that I’m able to be there for you. Really be there for you, not just make brief comments about how everything is going to be fine, because I know that that’s not enough. I know that’s not what you need.”

This time, his honesty was better. It still stung because it implied that you needed special care before you left your house – and you hadn’t even realised that – but it also suggested that he was willing to put up with it. That he knew you were hard on yourself like this, and he loved you anyway.

“So,” Seokmin continued, “I didn’t want to make you more uncomfortable by bringing you with me, without first being able to properly assure you that this dinner really would be fine. It was all very last-minute, I swear.”

Biting your lower lip, you shrugged. “You could have still told me. You don’t have to invite me everywhere—”

“I want to, though!” he spoke up, taking a panicked step closer to you. “I do. I just want you to want to come, too. And it seems like you usually only do it for me. So, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to feel bad about not being there with me.”

You hadn’t thought of the way your insecurities could impact him, and yet that still didn’t seem like a good enough excuse not to tell you what his plans for tonight were, especially since he had to cancel on you for this.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you said, “I don’t only do it for you. I like your friends. I just—I keep thinking that I will do something completely stupid and that will make them hate me. I know it’s probably a dumb thing to worry about, but—”

“There’s nothing you can do to make them hate you, I can promise you that with my whole heart,” he said, finally closing the distance between you. In a moment of raw boldness, he placed both of his hands on your upper arms and, when you didn’t push him away, he continued, “if anything, I’m the one they hate today because I didn’t bring you with me. They love you. But God save them if they ever try to insist that they love you more than I do. Really. And I’m sorry. I wasn’t… I was an asshole tonight. I do love you, though. Very much.”

↣ seungkwan

He usually was the best person to be around when you weren’t feeling well because he could hype you up like no other. His method for doing that was by purposefully accentuating the things that you were good at, so you would know that you weren’t completely useless, contrary to how you may have been feeling.

Unfortunately, that got old very quickly. Soon enough, the fact that Seungkwan would always say, “okay, but think of what a good listener you are!” or “hey, but you’re the kindest person I know!” whenever you mentioned feeling afraid to speak out in case you sounded stupid or got ignored by everyone… well, it started to seem like being a kind, good listener was all that you were.

“I appreciate that,” you told him when he tried to cheer you up—bless him—the same way again. “But, see, what I hear you say is that I’m really not good at speaking up, so I should just stay quiet and keep on doing the one thing that I’m actually good at. Which is listening, apparently.”

You hadn’t meant for the ending of your sentence to come off so bitter, but it did. And Seungkwan looked up from his phone in surprise.

“No, you’re—you are—well, you—” he kept on stuttering, hoping one of his words would finally connect to other words until he actually said a full sentence that made sense. When that didn’t happen, he pushed back his chair and stood up, clearing his throat in the process. “I am just saying that you shouldn’t feel bad about yourself, just because you don’t feel comfortable doing something. Because there are other things that you’re good at.”

“Right. I get that. And thank you. But I—”

“I think you should speak out,” he said, on a roll now that he finally found a way to form sentences. “But I don’t want to push you too much because I—I guess I don’t know how I should do that. I don’t want to just tell you that ‘it’s okay, just do it’ because that’s not helpful. That advice has never helped me. And maybe you don’t even need me to push you, maybe you’re—okay, what I’m saying is, I just think you’re great, no matter what you choose to do or not to do.”

Your expression softened as you watched him pace while he tried to explain himself. You hadn’t meant to accuse him because, really, he’d been nothing but understanding and loving. It’s just that, maybe, that was not what you needed.

“Thank you for that,” you replied. “I’m sorry. I just—you’re always really supportive. But I feel like I need a kick in the ass sometimes. Just a little. Even if it’s just the plain, old, ‘it’ll be okay’. That might not be helpful, but it’s reassuring. It’ll still be okay if I try something, and then fail. I—maybe that’s what I need to hear sometimes.”

Seungkwan already started nodding in the middle of your speech. “I can do that. No problem.”

You smiled, your chest warming at his enthusiasm.

“Yeah?” you teased. “You’ll kick my ass?”

“I absolutely will. Might take me some practice, but you bet I will become the reason why your ass is kicked,” he said and, even though you were laughing, he still felt the need to add a quick, “when you need me to do that, of course.”

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[that-disabled-radfem]

Happy back-to-school y’all

I’ve attended and worked at a couple of super liberal universities. I avoid the gender studies departments for obvious reasons and I still had a lecture in which the female prof gave a brief overview of TERFs and proclaimed her hatred of JKR. Being openly critical of gender ideology, the porn industry, kinks, and ‘sex work’ are the kind of things that can ruin your future in academia. Not to mention the fact that any speech or actions that could be labelled transphobic (ie. defining woman as adult human female) can get you a suspension according to many universities anti-hate-speech policies. 

So, here’s a list of small and smallish (small in terms of overt TERFery, some may require more effort than others) radical feminist actions you can take as a university student:

(this is a liberal arts perspective so if you’re a stem gal this may not apply. but also if you’re in stem maybe you can actually acknowledge that women are oppressed as a sex class without getting kicked out of school. idk)

(Note for TRAs hate reading this: One of the core actions of radical feminism is creating female networks. This is not so that we can brainwash people into being anti-trans. This is because female solidarity is necessary for creating class consciousness and overturning patriarchy. It is harder to subjugate the female sex when we stand together.)

Take classes with female profs. Multiple sections of a class? Pick the one taught by a woman. Have to chose an elective? Only look at electives offered by women. When classes have low numbers they get cancelled. When classes are super popular, universities are forced to consider promoting the faculty that teach them

Make relationships with these female profs. Go to office hours. Chat after class. Ask them about their research. Building female networks is sooooo important!

Actually fill in your end of year course feedback forms. Profs often need these when applying for tenure or applying for a job at another university so it is very important (especially with young and/or new profs) that you fill out these forms and give specific examples of how great these women are. Go off about what you love about them! Give her a brilliant review because you know the idiot boy in that class who won’t shut up even though he knows nothing is going to give her only negative feedback because he thinks any woman who leaves the house is a feminazi b*tch. 

(note: obviously don’t go praising any prof - female or male - who is blatantly racist, homophobic, etc.)

(Also if you have shitty male profs write down all the horrible things they have done and said and put it in these forms because once a shitty man gets tenure they are virtually untouchable)

(also also, leave a good review on rate my profs or whatever other thing students use to figure out if they want to take classes. idc if you copy paste your feedback from the formal review. rave about the class to your friends. do what you can to get good enrolment for that prof for reasons above.)

Participate in class. Talk over the male students. Say what you mean and mean it. Call out the boys when they say dumb shit

Write about women. If you have the option to make a text written by a woman your primary text in an essay, do it. Pick the female-centred option if you’re writing an exam-essay with multiple prompts. (Profs often look at what works on their syllabus are being written about/engaged with as a marker of whether to keep those texts the next time they teach the class. If there are badass women on your syllabus, write about them to keep them on the syllabus) Use female-written secondary sources whenever possible. 

(pro tip: many women in academia are more than happy to talk to you about their papers. expand your female networks by reaching out to article authors through email and asking them about their cool shit)

Get your essays published! Many departments have undergrad journals you can publish in. This will ensure more people read about the women you write about and will demonstrate to the department that people like learning about women

Consider trying to publish your undergrad essay with a legit peer-reviewed journal. If you can do it, your use of female-written secondary sources boosts the reputations of the women who wrote those secondary sources. Also this helps generally to increase scholarship about women’s writing!

Present your papers at conferences! Many schools have their own undergraduate/departmental conferences that you can present at. Push yourself by submitting to outside conferences. Bring attention to women’s works by presenting your papers. Take a space at a conference that would otherwise be reserved for mediocre men

Talk to your profs and/or your department and/or your university about mandating the inclusion of female works in classes if this isn’t something they do already

Sit next to other women in your classes. Talk to them. Make friends. Form study groups. Proofread each other’s essays. Give each other knowing looks when the boys are being dumb. Just interact with other women! Build those female networks!

Be generous with your compliments. A female classmate and I were talking to a prof after class and the classmate told me (out of the blue) that I always have such interesting things to say. I think about that whenever I’m lacking confidence about my academic skills. Compliment the women in your classes for speaking up, for sharing their opinions, for challenging your classmates/profs, for doing cool presentations, etc.

Talk to other women about sexist things going on on campus. Make everyone aware of the sexist profs. Complain about how there are many more tenured men than tenured women. Go on rate my professor and be explicit about how the sexist profs are sexist

Be active on campus and in societies. If a society has an all male executive or is male-dominated, any women who join that society make it less intimidating for more women to join. Run for executive positions! Bring in more women! 

(Pro tip: Many societies’ elections are super gameable. You can be eligible to vote in a society election sometimes just by being a student at that university — even without having done anything with the society before. Other societies might just require that you’ve taken a class in a particular department or attended a society event. (Check the society’s governing documents.) Use those female networks you’ve been building. If you can bring three or four random people to vote for you, that might be enough for you to win. Societies have trouble meeting quorum (the minimum number of people in attendance to do votes) so it is really super achievable to rig an election with a few friends. And don’t feel bad about this. The system is rigged against women so you have every right to exploit loopholes!)

(Also feel free to go vote “non-confidence”/“re-open election” if only shitty men are running. Too often people see that only candidates they don’t like are running and so they give up. But you can actually stop them getting elected)

Your campus may have a LGBTQIA+alphabetsoup society. That society definitely needs more L and B women representation. It may be tedious to argue with the nb straight dudes who insist that it’s fine to use “q***r” in the society’s posters and that attraction has nothing to do with genitals, but just imagine what could happen if we could make these sorts of societies actually safe spaces for same-sex attracted women and advocated for our concerns

Attend random societies’ election meetings. Get women elected and peace out. (or actually get involved but I’m trying to emphasize the lowest commitment option with this one)

Write for the campus newspaper. Write about what women are doing - women’s sports, cool society activities, whatever. Review female movies, books, tv shows, local theatre productions. Write about sexism on campus. We need more female by-lines and more stories about women

Get involved with your campus’s sexual assault & r*pe hotline/sexual assault survivor’s centre/whatever similar organization your campus has if you can. This is hard work and definitely not for everyone (pls take care of yourself first, especially if you are a survivor)

(If your campus doesn’t have an organization for supporting survivor’s of sexualized violence, start one! This is probably going to be a lot of hard work though, so don’t do it alone)

Talk to your student council about providing free menstrual hygiene products on campus if your campus doesn’t already do this. If your campus provides free condoms (which they probs do), use that as leverage (ie. ‘sex is optional, menstruation is not. so why do we have free condoms and no free pads?’)

If you’re an older student, get involved with younger students (orientation week and such activities are good for this). Show the freshman that you can be a successful and well-liked woman without shaving your legs, wearing heels, wearing make-up, etc. Mentor these young women. Offer to go for coffee or proofread essays. 

Come to class looking like a human being. Be visibly make-up less, unshaven, unfeminine, etc. to show off the many different ways of being a woman

Talk to the custodial staff and learn their names. (I know there are men who work in this profession, but it is dominated by low-income women) Say hi in the hallways, ask them about their lives, show them they’re appreciated

Be explicit with your language. When you are talking about sex-based oppression, say it. Don’t say ‘sex worker’ when you mean survivor of human trafficking. This tip is obviously a bit tricky in terms of overt TERFyness, so use your best judgement

That’s all from me for now! Feel free to add your suggestions and remember that feminism is about action

[sacredsorceress]

Three’s a Crowd || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: when you come down to visit your boyfriend, bucky barnes, at the wilson residence and see his interaction with sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier.

a/n: here’s some short and sweet fluff prior to the season finale! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 2k

warnings: mentions of starting a family? it’s pure fluff

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“Hey sleepyhead.” You hummed, running your fingers through your boyfriend’s hair.

At the sound of your voice and the gentle touch of your fingers slipping through his hair and brushing against his skin ever so slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to bet met with your figure sitting at his side, staring down at him. 

No matter how many times he woke up to see you first thing in the morning with the sunlight highlighting your features, he would swear he was in heaven- utterly consumed with the feeling of pure bliss.

“Hi, doll.” He smiled, his voice still raspy.

At the feeling of his hands moving to lay on either side of your waist you smiled. “Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked, realizing that you had come all the way down to the Wilson’s home when the last place Bucky had left you before going on his mission with Sam was at your shared apartment in New York.

“I missed you.��� You shrugged. 

“I told you I was coming home today, Y/n.”

“I know, Buck.” You said, now laying your palm against his cheek. “But I heard about everything that happened and I couldn’t wait another day to see you.”

Looking up at you and leaning into your palm that was cupping his cheek, Bucky couldn’t believe how he ever got so lucky as to have you.

Breaking him out of his moment spent admiring you, he heard the sound of Sam’s nephews running into the room, and turned his head only to see them playing with the famous vibranium shield in their hands.

“Hey!” He exclaimed.

Immediately upon being caught by the super soldier, the boys dropped the shield onto the ground, scurrying out of the room, no doubt scared about getting caught with their uncle’s prized possession.

“Look at you babysitting.” You laughed, playfully swatting at your boyfriend’s chest.

Bucky caught your hand midair and scoffed. “I’m not babysitting... it’s just... dangerous... you know?”

“Sure,” You smiled. “Whatever you say, tough guy.”

Grasping the dog tags that were lying on his chest, you gently tugged on the chain and brought his face inches away from yours. Seeing his sleepy, smiling face- you brought your lips to meet his for a soft kiss before pulling away.

“One more?” He asked, quirking his eyebrows.

“Go brush your teeth first.” You laughed, watching as he threw you a fake pout. “Then I’ll see what I can do.”

-

Although the two of you spent the remainder of the day apart- Bucky training with Sam and you helping Sarah with things she needed done around the property- you came together again on the docks that evening while the Sun began to set over the horizon.

Carrying a crate in your hands that you had assured Sarah wasn’t too heavy for you, you made your way near the boat again, laying your eyes on your super soldier boyfriend for the first time since that morning.

You swear your heart could’ve burst right in your chest, taking in the sight in front of you.

Bucky was stood at the end of the dock, one hand on his knee while he chatted with Sam and his sister beside him. His other arm- his vibranium one- was stretched out and you couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face as you witnessed Sam’s nephews and other children you hadn’t seen before hanging off of it, laughing to one another in awe about how “cool” his arm was. 

With the golden hue of the sunset setting over your boyfriend’s features, you wished you had a camera on you so you could never forget the moment. You could’ve sworn you would’ve stood there for eternity staring if it weren’t for Bucky catching your eye, waving back at you smiling.

Although you couldn’t hear him, you watched as he said something to the kids, gently shaking them off of his arm, before striding over to you.

“Here, let me take that.” He offered, taking the crate from your arms and setting it down on the dock.

Watching as he did so, your mind was still utterly consumed with the image you had just seen in front of you.

“So kids really seem to like you, huh?” You asked.

“What?” He asked, before remembering what he had just been up to. “Oh that?” Bucky asked gesturing back towards where the kids were playing at the end of the dock. “No... they just like the arm, you know?”

As much as you loved your boyfriend, you knew that he was completely naive when it came to the positive effects he had on people.

“Buck...” You cooed, reaching for his hands and pulling his body closer to yours. “When are you going to realize that people like you for you? They think you’re cool! Sure, the metal arm helps, but just admit it babe- kids like you.”

Resting his hands on your waist, you watched as a teasing smirk formed on his face.

“Why are you so obsessed with how kids act around me today?”

As soon as he asked, you began to feel flustered by him not only noticing, but calling you out on it. You hadn't realized you were being so obvious, but you could barely help yourself. Seeing your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, surrounded by kids? You couldn’t help but think of him surrounded by children of your own. All you could think about all day when not engaged in an active conversation with those around you was entertaining the idea of starting a family with your favorite 106 year-old man.

“I’m not!” You exclaimed, playfully swatting at his chest. “Why are you so obsessed with me being obsessed about you with kids? Hmm? Wanna answer that old man?”

Watching as you laughed while teasing him, Bucky couldn’t help but get lost in the moment.

“Buck-” You began.

“You know you look so beautiful right now?” He cut you off.

You bit your bottom lip to try to hide the large smile that was creeping over your face at his compliment. No matter how long the two of you had been together, or how many times he complimented you, he always knew how to make you feel the same butterflies you did the first time you met him.

“Especially with the sunset? You look beautiful all the time, doll, but... wow.” He said.

“Bucky, stop flattering me.” You insisted, running your hands up his chest before wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

“I mean it, Y/n.” He said. “You’re the best looking thing on this damn planet.”

Utterly consumed in the moment, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Me?” You asked. “Have you ever seen yourself? I swear I want our kids to look just like you.”

As soon as the sentence slipped out of your mouth, you regretted it. It came out so naturally you hadn’t even had time to think about it before you essentially just confessed to your boyfriend that you wanted to have children with him.

Although you and him had no doubt in your minds that you would spend the rest of your lives together, you understood that now might not have been the best time to bring up such a big life change with both of you only being thrown back into existence half a year ago and him being consumed in his work not only in saving the world, but in saving himself.

Embarrassed, you tried to weasel your way out of his grasp, but he only gripped his hands tighter on your waist pulling you towards him.

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I’m so sorry! Forget I said anything-” You pleaded.

“No, Y/n, stop. Stop apologizing.” He said. “Were you... were you talking about kids all day because you were thinking about... were you thinking about me being a dad?”

As you looked into his eyes, you could see how serious he was and you knew you couldn’t lie to him.

“Yes.”

The two of you stood staring at each other in silence for a few moments and just as you were beginning to grow afraid that you might have ruined everything, you watched as your boyfriend began to chuckle, a light smile playing on his lips.

“What?” You asked. “What is it?”

“Thank God.”

Quirking your eyebrows you pressed again. “What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He asked playfully, pulling on your waist to tug you closer towards him. “Do you think I haven’t been thinking the same thing all day?”

“What-”

“Y/n.” He said seriously, the smile leaving his face. “You’ve been taking care of Sam’s nephews all day. Do you think the thought hasn’t crossed my mind? I know... I know I’ve been through a lot... we’ve been through a lot... but I want this with you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest, listening to your boyfriend’s words.

“What are you saying, Buck?” You asked.

“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” He asked, smiling once again. “Okay. Today when I couldn’t tie the kid’s shoelaces because of my hand and you stepped in and did it for me I thought about how good of a mom you would be. You’d be such a good mom, Y/n. I’m a piece of work- I know that- but God you would be so good at it and if I have... you know... mini me’s running around I wouldn’t want anyone else because I know that they would be the most loved and cared for kids in the damn world having you as their mom.”

You once again couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you listened to your boyfriend’s praise. It wasn’t uncommon for bucky to worship the ground you walked on, but for him to give such a compliment regarding a future family of your own, you couldn’t help but feel as though you had been personally escorted to paradise.

Unable to find the words to describe the joy and excitement you were feeling, you spoke the only words you could find it in yourself to say to him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He said.

“I want it all with you too, Buck.” You said, moving your hand to cup his cheeks, “And for the record- you would be a great dad. I know you put on the tough guy look for everyone else, but as the luckiest woman on the planet- I’ve seen the love you have in your heart. You would spoil those kids rotten with love.”

You watched as the very rare instance of blush coated Bucky’s cheeks. Still smiling- so much so it almost began to hurt- you pulled your boyfriend’s face towards yours, allowing your lips to meet his. Just as you were about to deepen the kiss however, you heard a loud whistle, sounding from behind Bucky.

Peeking behind Bucky, you saw Sam standing a few feet away, sleeves rolled up and hands on his hips.

“Hey!” Sam teased. “There’s kids here!”

“Thanks for ruining the moment, Sam.” Your boyfriend grumbled beside you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

You watched as Sam, laughing, took a swig of the beer in his hand, the sun setting behind him.

“I’m just messing with you, man.” He said. “Are you two staying tonight?”

The two of you glanced at one another, wordlessly communicating while smiling- both knowing what the other was thinking.

“I think...” You began. “I think we’re gonna start a family.”

When the words slipped out of your mouth, you and Bucky couldn't help but gaze at each other in awe of the situation. You were really going to do this. You were going to start a family with one another. You could hardly believe it, but you also couldn’t be happier than you were in that moment.

In front of the two of you, however, still stood Sam who spit out his beer at the sound of your words.

“Not on my sister’s couch you’re not!”

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[One Piece Headcanons] OP Boys -> when some guy asks them if you're single

Part One | Part Two

Characters: Luffy, Sabo, Killer, Shanks, Mihawk

Tags: reader-insert, gender-neutral reader, overprotective, possessive, jealousy, violence

Author’s Note: Thanks for all the likes and reblogs. I appreciate all the love! 💖

MONKEY D. LUFFY

Easily gets distracted. The guy asks about you, and all Luffy can think about at that moment is spending time with you.

The question doesn't process in his head until the man asks it several times.

And even then, Luffy misunderstands.

He doesn't mean to make the other guy jealous, but he so does.

"You're their Captain, right?" the man addresses the straw hat pirate.

"Yup! I'm Luffy, the man who will become the Pirate King!"

"Right... I was wondering, y'know, as their captain... Are you aware if they have a special someone?"

"They? Oh - they're amazing, aren't they!" Luffy compliments you, ignoring the man's question, "I'm actually supposed to be helping them with their training! Maybe I should do that right now, huh?"

"No - That's not what I asked. I mean, do you know if they have a special someone?" The man attempts to steer the conversation back to his intended topic.

"Special... someone?" Luffy's eyebrows furrow in confusion before comprehension sets in, "Ah, I get it! Their crew! Their crew is special to them!"

The man looks at Luffy in disbelief, "No! That's not what I meant-"

Before the guy can get his point across, Luffy extends his rubber arms to fling himself across the island, directly crashing into your unsuspecting body.

"Luffy - what!?" you shout in surprise.

Luffy responds by wrapping his arms around you in a full-body hug, his signature 'shishishi' laughter ringing in your ears.

From across the island, the man observes your exchange with the straw hat pirate, disappointment and jealousy etched into his face.

SABO

He’s an absolute troll.

Messes with the guy by pretending to be clueless.

Ends up acting like a seemingly psychotic, overly possessive boyfriend. He's not. Trust him.

"Are they what now?" Sabo fights off the smile threatening to spill from his lips.

"Are they single?" the man repeats for the third time.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," Sabo motions to his ear, giving it a gentle tap, "I have trouble hearing. Can you please repeat that?"

The man's eyes soften in pity as he repeats the same question for the fourth time.

"Is who single?" Sabo asks again, appearing to make every effort to understand the guy's question.

The man clarifies another time. But before he can tell the blond Revolutionary to forget about it, Sabo perks up in feign recognition.

"Oh! Are they single?"

"Yes! You got it," the man exclaims, satisfied that his question finally got through.

Sabo taps his chin in thought, "Not that I know. Though I heard rumors that the guy they're with is a really fearsome man. Not someone you want to mess with."

The guy deflates at Sabo's response, "Are they now? They a pirate or a Marine... or something?"

"Mmm... Something like that," Sabo's fingers tap against the table in front of him, gloved hands obscuring the flames beneath his fingertips, "Ever heard of the Revolutionaries?"

The man nods in acknowledgment. "Rumors and the like. Never seen them myself, though."

"Same here," Sabo says absentmindedly. He motions for the other guy to lend him an ear, leaning over for a whisper.

"I would watch myself if I were you. Don't want to anger a group of strangers you don't know much about."

The man flinches away at Sabo's warning - or threat; the man wasn't sure. Sabo gives him a friendly smile in return, convincing the other guy that it may have just been a well-meaning warning between two close friends.

"G-gotcha. Thanks," the guy abruptly stands up, motioning toward the exit, "I better get going."

"It was nice to meet you, friend," Sabo calls out, his friendly smile morphing into a sinister one at the man's retreating figure.

KILLER

The definition of cool, calm, and collected.

Immediately becomes suspicious of the other man for asking about you.

Puts-thinking-cap-on.gif.

What does this strange man want with you? Why did he ask Killer in particular? What would this man do if you were already taken? Would he still try to pursue you?

Spends some time pondering but concludes that action needs to be taken.

Investigates your unwanted suitor and discover their malicious intentions.

In the end, Killer's cautiousness pays off.

Any chance they're single?

"..."

The Supernova's silence disturbs the other man, his eyes settling on the crowded room in makeshift comfort.

The sound of a gruff voice startles the guy into focus, body twitching in anxiety when he looks into the Massacre Soldier's expressionless mask.

"I don't know them," Killer says with finality.

It was impossible to read the Supernova's true disposition. His body appeared relaxed enough; arms splayed out in front of him in a civil manner. If it weren't for Killer's daunting presence and notoriety, the man would think that this blond-haired guy was your average pirate. For now, he had no choice but to conclude that Killer was telling the truth.

"Okay... Never mind then," the man awkwardly responds, leaving the tavern in displeasure.

- - - - - - - - - -

A masked figure looms over the inn you were resting at, sharp blades glinting under the moonlight. The Massacre Soldier himself was on guard tonight, eyes trained on the familiar body of the man who disturbed his peace earlier in the night.

Before your unwanted suitor can enter the lodge, Killer pulls him by the lapels, swiftly dragging the man into the back of the building - out of sight from prying eyes.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Killer says, muscled arms encircling the man's throat in warning.

The man clutches at the knife tucked underneath his coat and wildly swings his weapon at his assailant.

With little effort, Killer disarms and knocks out his opponent, searching the man's unconscious body for clues to his motive. Killer pulls out a slip of paper from the man's pocket and unfolds it. There's no mistaking it - a copy of your bounty poster - the price of your head neatly printed underneath your name.

"Tsk, should've known you were up to no good."

Another body to add to the Massacre Soldier's list.

SHANKS

Proud boyfriend™ alert.

He loves to gush about you. The fact that someone recognizes how beautiful and amazing you are - he's thrilled.

Shank's constant praise of you begins to wear down on the guy; he gets the message that the red-haired pirate is implying - to leave you alone.

Shanks flashes a lazy grin at the man beside him; attention renewed at the mention of your name. "Gorgeous brain and body, what's not to love, aye?"

Your potential suitor nods in agreement.

Shanks looks past the man and makes eye contact with you. You were happily conversing with his crew, enjoying their company at the local tavern while in town to replenish some supplies for the upcoming journey.

The red-haired pirate winks in your direction, and you fluster under his flirty gaze. Shank's eyes twinkle in amusement at your shy demeanor.

The man across from Shanks looks back and forth between you and the red-haired pirate; his mouth opens and closes at the implication of your relationship.

"That one's mine," Shanks answers the man's unspoken question, waving over the barkeeper for another round of drinks, "But I'd love to tell you more about them."

DRACULE MIHAWK

The only classy one.

Doesn't take offense to the question, doesn't beat around the bush, and doesn't threaten the other guy for asking about your relationship status.

If the other man has bad intentions, Mihawk will know. And he will take action.

His entire being is enough to intimidate most people, after all.

A-are they single?

Mihawk casts an uninterested glance at the man standing a few feet away from him.

Nowadays, there were only a handful of people who dared approach the World's Greatest Swordsman - the Marines and Shanks.

Rumors were circulating that the former Warlord had been traveling the seas with you - that the normally lone-wolf pirate had acquired a companion to accompany him in his seafaring journey.

Oh, how clueless they were.

"Yes, we're in a relationship. Them and I," Mihawk states, taking a refined sip from his wineglass.

"I-I see. Thank you," the man bows before briskly running in the opposite direction, away from the black-haired pirate's piercing golden eyes.

The next day, Big News Morgan publishes your relationship with the infamous pirate for all the world to read.

Mihawk's eyes widen imperceptibly at the newspaper clutched in his hands.

Maybe this is for the best, he thinks. If there's anyone who can keep you safe, it's him.