#IS IT BECAUSE OF THE GENDER LIPSTICK THING I REBLOGGED

[ghosts-in-season]

puts on bright purple lipstick

proceeds to pepper you in kisses

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oh my

[tipofthemountain]

the moment i knew

(inspired by: the moment i knew by taylor swift!)

tags: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! reader, angst, no use of y/n, reader has a best friend named Sam(gender neutral pronouns used).

word count: 1.4k

summary: What do you say, when tears are streaming down your face in front of everyone you know? And what do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one who didn't show?

a/n: this is pretty short but angst is my specialty 🤭 happy reading!

likes, comments, and reblogs appreciated!

requests are open!

masterlist!

༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻

Your eyes stay set on the front door of your parents home waiting for him to walk through. All day since the moment you woke up you’ve been watching the door just hoping the next person to walk through would be him.

You’ve faked smiles all day for the sake of the party. After all, your parents went through all the trouble of setting the whole thing up and you don’t want to seem ungrateful for all their work. But all those smiles could have been real if only he’d walk through that door.

The only person who actually seemed to notice your pain was your best friend Sam. They’ve watched as every five minutes your eyes wonder to the front door. They’ve watched as your face constantly changes every time someone walks through the door and it’s not him. You don’t seem to notice them when they walk over to you.

“Hey, your dad was just telling everyone about this giant fish he caught at some random lake.” Sams bubbly personality drawing your eyes from the door to them for a split second.

“He said he’d be here.” You don’t acknowledge what Sam just told you as you watch the door again. You want to walk out the damn door and find him and yell at him for not being here but you know better. You know it wouldn’t solve anything. You turn towards Sam as tears you’ve been holding all day fall from your eyes.

Sam pulls you into a tight hug. Your forehead rests against their shoulder as you silently sob against them. You didn’t want to cry. You hated crying. You were sick of crying. And it was all because of him.

“Honey, I- “ Sam goes to say but stops themself. Almost like they knew they were about to tell you a lie you knew wasn’t true.

You pull back from Sam and look into their eyes as you stifle your cries. Sam wipes the tears from your eyes trying not to smudge your makeup. They give you a pity smile and hold your hands in theirs.

“I just want to be alone.” You pull away from Sam and walk away not wanting anymore pity from them. You know it was out of the kindness of their heart but you couldn’t handle it right this moment. It would only upset you more.

You walk to the bathroom and lock the door behind you. You rest your hands against the cold sink counter and let out a shaky sigh to stop you from crying more. You try this several times only for it to not work. The tears fall from your face once again. You frantically wipe them from your face as you watch the black of your mascara smudge in the mirror. Your hands find the counter again as you once again stifle your cries.

“He promised he’d be here.” You say to your self in the mirror. The only thing left intact about your makeup is the red lipstick you adorned early this morning. You want to wipe it off. You want to tear the matching red party dress off and just go to bed. You want to forget this day ever happened. But you won’t. You won’t because all your friends and family are waiting out there for you.

You find yourself backing into the wall and sliding down it. You rest your head against the wall and look up at the ceiling to stop the eventual tears from coming. You don’t know how long you sat like that until you hear a knock at the door.

“Sweety, your dads about to light the candles.” You hear your moms voice on the other side of the door. You stand up quickly taking one last glance in the mirror trying to fix your ruined makeup. You open the door slowly coming face to face with your mother. She’s got that same pity smile on her face that Sam had. You return the smile only yours being disingenuous. She wipes the remaining smudged mascara that you missed from your eyes and plants a soft kiss to your forehead. She wraps her arm around yours.

You glance at the door again as she walks you into the dining room where everyone you know is standing around the table. They all stare at you as you walk to the chair beside where your father stands. He has a lighter in his hand ready to light the many candles on the cake in front of you. one by one he lights them and when he’s finished everyone begins to sing. An awfully off key version of happy birthday erupts around you. You smile throughout the song blowing out your candles. You use your birthday wish on him. You wish he would walk though that door with open arms and apologies.

Sam is beside you and rests a hand on your shoulder squeezing it slightly. A signal letting you know their there. You return a small smile thankful for them.

You try to socialize but every time you talk to someone they ask about him which only makes you fall further down the rabbit hole of sadness.

“So how is your boyfriend?” A distant cousin you hadn’t seen in ages asks. You want to say something snippy out of anger but you didn’t.

“He’s good.” You fake smile and excuse yourself to talk with other friends only to be asked the same question. It seemed that no matter where you turned they all asked about him. Except Sam. They never asked. And secretly that bothered you because everyone else here has asked but Sam. You know deep down though they didn’t want to upset you more than you already were.

It was that point in the day where you could no longer be sad about him. You were becoming angry. It was enough he made you cry on your birthday but for him to make you angry was beyond reasoning.

The sun had started to set and everyone was starting to leave. You faked smile once more and said goodbye to everyone as they walked out the door. You watched as everyone left just to see if you could see him walking down the drive way.

Sam was the final guest the leave. They stayed to help your parents pick up a little of the party.

“I’m sorry honey. I love you though. I hope you know that.” Sam kisses your cheek goodbye.

“I love you too.” You smile as you watch them leave. You watch the door close only hoping for it to swing open with him walking through the door.

A door opening with the one you love being behind is the one thing you wanted for your birthday but that was never going to come. You said your good nights to your parents and headed for your room.

As you change into your night cloths you lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. Sadness and anger rest inside you. You hear your phone buzz on your nightstand. The photo of you and him light up the screen. ‘Simon’ is written across the screen as your phone continues to buzz. You don’t even hesitate to pick it up even though you should’ve.

“Hey.” You say trying not to let any emotion shine through. The phone is so close to your ear you can hear him breathing on the other end.

“Hi. Happy birthday.” Simon says to you. It’s so flat the way he says it. There’s no emotion to it, like he almost doesn’t mean it.

“Thank you.” So you return his dryness. You want to cry. You want to scream at him. You want to beg him to explain why he wasn’t here but you don’t. Your expressionless.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it. Something came up.” He makes an excuse. You almost scoff at it. Your sure it’s a fake apology as well. He isn’t sorry or else he would have been here. Like he promised.

“I’m sorry too.” You hang up the phone just as quickly as you answered it. You rest the phone beside you on the bed.

You stare ahead of you for a few seconds before you feel the bed vibrate. You glance down at your phone seeing ‘Simon’ across it again. You break this time. You let out a silent scream as to not alert your parents and cry the hardest you’ve ever cried. You want to throw your phone in anger. You want to scream. But all you can do is cry.

And that was the moment you knew.

༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻༺𖤓༻

final thoughts: listen okay i know i’ve used one too many taylor swift songs for my story’s… but her songs are just such good inspiration for me. i could write a million stories with her songs and have a different one every time. i promise though that i’ll hold back on using her songs. i promise i listen to more artists than just taylor too… not many but there are others.

ps: the ending is inspired by that one scene in the all too well short film (iykyk)

love you thanks for reading!

(pps: one of my fav songs from red tv!)

[cartoonsinthemorning]

Hi forgive me if this has been addressed before! I'm a little new to your fem!stan stuff (I saw your ask reblogged by Boston and snuck out of the back of their foodtruck to send this) but I love the idea and was wondering does stan pretend to be Stanford when he falls in the portal? (If that is the route that's taken in the au at least) because it would be really interesting to see if constance would enjoy the freedom that comes with being a man but at the same time I think it would drive (incel) ford up the wall if he came back and saw his sister running a successful business out of his house. There would be this extra layer of tension as ford has to grapple with his own learned misogyny. Though I also imagine exploring the multiverse and seeing the way gender is explored or even ignored in other worlds would probably force him to have some realizations before hand but whether or not hed really allow himself to internalize those realizations is another story. Bros got an easy excuse to not analyze his own sexism since hes trying to hunt down bill

And then when he comes back and sees his sister is doing just fine would probably wound his pride a little bit. All those fantasies and unfair expectations of their roles hes built in his mind are forced to come crashing down once again

I'm also just kind of obsessed with the idea of constance finally learning how to be /stan/ in gravity falls because she never had the freedom and safety to do so before. I'm sure a large part of rejection of any femininity whatsoever came from not having the option to do so in the past. But then she watches the kids over the summer and sees mabel embracing makeovers and grappling hooks hand in hand. Dipper is insistent on being a "man" but never once tries to tell mabel she needs to be a "woman"

This ask is all over the place sorry I think i had a point to the start of this and now I'm just rambling about your own au to you lmfao

Anyway love the concept (and your art!!)

-🐶

Hello! Thank you for passing by and sending me such a nice message, sharing your own ideas with me! and many thanks for the compliments too, of course ❤ That said, I'm afraid my answer will be a tad disappointing. Because, the fem!Stan I enjoy to imagine is cis, and I can't imagine a cis woman being able to consistently pretend to be a man for thirty years, without losing their mind (in the same way it's detrimental for most trans people to supress their true identity for a lifetime, non?). Especially, in the same way canon Stan is very masculine (with a sprinkle of femininity, despite his shame about it), I like to imagine Constance as a lady who is very proud and comfortable in her womanhood- despite her loud voice and direct and somehow brash manners. Even in her younger years, when she was classified as a tomboy by most, she loved girly things- dresses, make up, gossip magazines, etc. without issues. I think of Stan in her 60s wearing tacky jewelry, lipstick, and hair-curlers at night, tbh. That's why, in this AU, my mind skirts around the part were Ford gets stuck into the portal.

For example, I sometimes imagine 30s Ford simply having a change of heart and dismantling the portal, and (now former) Drifter!Constance living with him from that point on (and, of course, I elaborated this one up until Stan and Mabel get into the picture, but for the sake of brevity I'll stop here). Or, I bend canon a little, making up that the people of Gravity Falls only heard of some researcher who was gonna build and live in a shack in the forest, but they never actually got to see them, let alone find out if it was a man or a woman. It's a version were the chaos Ford caused in town while posses by Bill either never happened or he did it without getting caught by police or getting seen. And, about the name on documents and stuff-- Constance was a marinated and resourceful conwoman at that point, she simply found a way to make things work. Hell, they have the same last name- maybe this time she registered Ford as deceased, passed herself as his wife, and inherited the Shack and the rest of Ford's possessions. I know many, reading this, would think it's heartless of Stan, but to me this trick is fucking hilarious. Especially, I'm grinning like a maniac imagining how mad and appalled Ford would look as he realizes the trick Constance pulled- not only because what a fucking ASSHOLE she's been, to use his "death" to appropriate his stuff- but also!! secretly!! because WHAT the FUCK- he often fantasized about Stan being his wife, but this is the most cruel and ironic monkey paw situation EVER!! To reconnect back to your speculations about sexist!Ford being humiliated and mad about Constance running a business independently: I like it! it's fun to read! But, I have to go deeper. I usually think of Ford's sexism toward Constance to be the outside layer, so to speak. I think deep down Ford always knew Stan had the potential to be strong, resourceful and independent, despite what their ma, pa, teachers and other people said. Ford grew next to her, he knows what this girl is capable of, how determined she is. And that's the point...What he really dreads, what he really hates, is the idea she doesn't need him, at all. That's what would make Ford actually upset about Stan running a business: knowing that, hadn't she brought him back, she would had been fine, without him. Sexism would be the mental shield Ford uses to protect himself from this painful acknowledgment: He's just mad because his fraud of a sister thinks she's being successful, but all she accomplished was using her physical appearance and womanly ways to seduce and manipulate. That's all, really. I roll my eyes at him, here, which is a good indicator I got him in character, if I can say so myself. The last scene you shared, with Stan realizing her nephew and niece aren't as oppressed by gender roles as she herself used to be- and bypassing them, even- is SO sweet 🥺 I have absolutely no doubt in my mind: one thing that does NOT change in either the canon universe and the genderbend one, is that Stan would love and adore Dipper and Mabel- and learn a lot from them ❤ PS: is the puppy icon your anon signature? it's so cute! 🐶 look at this fine boy. Great choice.

[withlovefromsimtown]

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[saskiavalentineapologist]

so

saliferah's trans, right

and idk, between her and that poem i just reblogged, i...i've never been connected to womanhood, right. i have a lot of very conflicting feelings about it. at first, i think i clung to the lesbian identity so hard because i was put in the box of "woman" and from there put in the box of "because you're a woman, you have to love men"

and now that i've rejected the woman box i've kinda come to a place where i can embrace my love of men on my own terms, if that makes sense? i like to say i don't love men in the same way as a cishet woman would. i don't even know if that makes sense, let me try to explain.

i love men in a way that's informed by my queerness, informed by my knowledge of toxic masculinity and unfair standards men are held to. i buy my boyfriend flowers. i hold the door for him. i love him in a way that tries not to put any expectations on him that are based solely in the fact that he's a man. he's allowed to be gentle and soft and goofy and i think a lot of guys aren't given that chance, y'know? i try to love him in a way that will give him a better kinda standard for the people who come after me---i love him in the best way i know how so that he won't settle for less later. i like to say i love him in a butch way, a protective way, a way that doesn't assume he's invincible because he's a man

i have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this kinda stuff. but back to the main point i wanted to make with this post

saliferah's trans. and in a way, i've become more appreciative of womanhood playing her. i've seen her love of the feminine and the embracing of all the things that make my skin crawl---long hair, dresses, makeup, lipstick, high heels, a petite physique and a desire to be small and dainty. i've seen her embrace these things on her own terms and...idk. it makes me so much more appreciative of womanhood in general

there's a post that went around forever ago that was talking about how there's a trans person out there somewhere who has embraced the deadname i was given and the pronouns i used to have and has found comfort and a home in them. and...all of these things make me so wibbly about the trans experience (not that there's just one, but you know what i mean)

i love trans people. i love the creation of the self through transformation. i love being queer. i love being able to embrace all the little nuances of my own experience through exploration of the self and exploration of the world around me

i'm so glad i found chase. i'm so glad i found summer. i'm so glad i found my own gender as early as i did. i'm so glad i'm queer, and trans, and i'm so glad there's other queer and trans people out there who are doing their own thing every day.

i guess...to all the baby queers out there: there will be a day where you're as comfortable in your own body, gender, and sexuality as i am now. and i hope that day comes soon for you. and if it doesn't, i hope you believe me long enough to stick around and find out what that looks like for you

love you all. take care

[butch-reidentified]

@kimberly-wexler this is literally a core belief of radical feminism you goddamn dildo 💀 here's an intro to radical feminism made specifically for TRAs to clear up misconceptions and fight disinformation. Read #3 if you read nothing else here.

we ARE the masculine and gnc women. we have ALWAYS said that women are not inherently feminine and that our oppression is because we are women, not feminine, and femininity is literally a patriarchal tool used to ENFORCE female oppression, and hatred of gender nonconformity is always a product of misogyny (feminine men viewed as "degrading" themselves by being "like women," and uppity women stepping out of line "trying to be like men" are both just misogyny). that's it. that's the ideology.

"the call is coming from inside the house," no the fuck it's not lmfao. i literally thought this was a radfem post til i saw the reblog bc this *is* radical feminism.

now pay attention to what gender fans have to say about femininity and womanhood - specifically how womanhood and femininity are one and the same, and that being feminine is what makes a person a woman. this type of content was everywhere in every single trans space I was ever part of:

pressuring gnc women to transition, first of all, is not a "terf" lie like yall insist. it's happened to every single butch i know including myself. look how many people on this one tiktok are telling a masc lesbian she must be a straight man and acting like this is progressive.

the way this straight up defines womanhood as a performance involving makeup and trendy clothes and sexy dancing and SEXY MOVEMENT?? womanhood is lipstick and making sure you swing your hips when you walk so every man falls to his knees drooling behind you... right? bro YOUR movement is the sexist one and it is literally right in front of you all the time. wake up! open your eyes! read what actual radfems write about womanhood vs what trans women write about womanhood:

countless trans women think womanhood and sexy panties are synonymous, as we see SO often in content like this. you have to be a top tier schmuck to believe men masturbating in their sisters' lingerie is harmless "gender euphoria" and not at all a perverted, deeply violating fetish.

women = shaved legs, of course. lesbians have never been oppressed. rape is okay if the woman doesn't share your ideology (this one can be seen both above and below this paragraph!).

more sexually violent misogyny

^ this is just one masterpost of countless. go ahead and search "tra receipts" on here and go down the rabbit hole.

meanwhile:

"terfs have strict criteria for who gets to be a woman! only cishet white conventionally attractive feminine women are women to terfs!" debunked

the radfem definition of woman and part 2

and the best part?

we don't even talk about trans people the way you talk about us.

ex. 1

ex. 2

as long as you aren't one of the violently misogynistic/homophobic types pictured above, we tend to only wish you well. we support more and improved research into dysphoria, as well as improved, more objective, larger, and longer term studies on medical transition, better and more accessible mental health care, and ensuring that informed consent is genuinely 100% informed - things that only serve to help keep transitioning people safe. we want you to heal, to be happy, and to find peace with yourself inside and out.

there is literally SO many more screenshots and links I could put in all these sections. I make posts like this all the time, and you usually block me without a word. but I'm not here in bad faith. never have been, never will be. I would genuinely love to know how you (any of you!) react to the things I've included here and what your rebuttals are. I promise to be very polite and listen quietly if you just take the time to satisfy that curiosity for me before blocking me 🙏

Some of you straight up hate masculine women and gnc women and I wish you'd just say that with your full chest instead of pretending women are oppressed for being feminine when in reality feminine behavior is expected and women are policed by men and each other if they don't present femininely enough. Femininity is looked down upon esp in men but that's bc it's associated and tied to women. Not bc women are oppressed for being feminine

[b-lysia]

🖤 Just an egirl who thinks she's Socrates, doing; "⛓️💋🗡️🐦‍⬛🕸️🌹💦 Socialist Feminism." Welcome to another eye in the storm that is our world today.

THERE'S POEMS HERE, AND maybe music eventually. (I've gotta figure out a more serviceable mic set up, because blanket over my head and mic ain't it)

My professional nouns are: Fae/faer/faers or she/her if you're boring. I'm pretty, so while we live under Patriarchy, either one is just as accurate.

Tags~

🗡️ #oddwords original poetry tag. Most stuff will get the normal tags anyway so it can breach containment and the like, but this tag is mine and I like it because it's cool.

🗡️ #egirl philosopher hottakes and "not essays." If I do proper research for anything or reference other writers I'll make more of a to do about it, but you can expect mostly just 2-3 paragraph "think pieces" here. This tag will still take you to a few posts, but I remembered that I made this blog FOR poetry, maybe lyrics & covers, not for political ranting. So don't expect to see much more of that here. But you can always read the old ones to get a better idea of what sorta bitch I am.

🗡️ #echoes is for when my voice is in a post. I might perform a poem, spit, or sing, idk.

There's no reblog tag because they're too rare here.

this is a cute picture of me I'm not changing it I look so sassy and unbothered even tho I tottally am, look at how much fucking blending I did with my lipstick, even tho my eyeliner is falling apart

Disclaimers n such under the cut 🗡️

I occasionally touch on "heavy/dark" topics in my prose, because it's rare I find myself inspired to pen a verse over something "happy." I write poetry to share my heart as just as much as I shroud it, so they'll frequently be layered under flowery prose, but I'm not censoring myself anymore than tumblr demands I do. If you're the type of person who needs a profanity filter unironically, you should probably work on that, but I'm not shrinking my space for you.

Positions/Major ideas and things to assume from me (so far):

I am a "lesbian(link)," an atheist(link), and I vibe with gender abolition and the performance theory of gender over the misuse of idpol. Saying that to say- I see gender as merely the qualia of patriarchy, and thus both inseperable from it, and detestable. But if we must use a form of gender at all, let its basis be founded in one's actions, not nebulous misunderstandings of biology or vibes.

TLDR: Trans people are my friends not radfems. Experience death by radical personal growth through introspection, or via a burnt pastry shower if this bothers you. I don't care which.

That's all. Thanks for reading 💋

[saveourskinship]

AO3/tumblr fic!

Please excuse this madness. 

Obviously the fic is under the keep reading. I’m not *that* diabolical.

Happy Holidays!

(Image has nothing to do with fic and is related to completely separate fic but I don’t care)

AO3 sat down and swiped tumblr’s iced pumpkin spice boba latte.

“OMFG, today was just…” AO3 took another hefty sip and gazed into the distance with a look of annoyance bordering on awe. “I mean, people are just–”

“Yeah,” tumblr said, retying their shoelaces on the spare third chair. “People are so just. Like, they’ll say one thing and subtext another.”

AO3 blinked and handed the coffee back to tumblr. tumblr took a sip and let AO3’s blood-red (always blood-red) lipstick paint their own.

“People should just say what they mean. I like to know about it all upfront. Like, take your baggage out, cinnamon rolls! Let me see that laundry, you know?” AO3 slumped back in defeat.

“Mm, yeah, but sometimes I like being surprised by the weird.” tumblr swirled the metal enviro-friendly straw, the ice clinked merrily and their cottagecore apron fluttered in the spring-autumn lavender breeze. “But then sometimes it gives me maj plinko.”

AO3 narrowed their glistening orbs. “Maj? Like, major? Is that a new thing? Are you trying a new thing?”

tumblr shrugged, “It could catch on. It might catch. Crabs did.”

“Don’t. It’s, like, trigger warning level.” AO3 sighed, shaking their hair in the sun and rolling the sleeves of the man’s oxford short they were wearing—mostly because it looked good no matter what gender they were.

“Really?” tumblr nibbled their lip with more anxiety than usual. “Like ABO bad? Reylo bad?”

“On a scale of Teen to Explicit? Like, dead dove. I just cannot with maj.” AO3 slinked a tentacle out and snagged a neighbouring table’s croissant taking a delicate bite. They swiped a flake from the corner of their mouth and licked it. 

tumblr shifted, tapping an anime nail on the table to the BTS-ITZY-Stray Kids mashup playing in the Destiel coffee shop AU they and AO3 were patronising.

“Mm,” tumblr bouquet’d because hedges weren’t aesthetic enough. “But dead doves have so many poor little meow meows and you know I can’t help myself around that energy.”

AO3 rest their head in a palm and smiled, eyes doing things like dancing and sparkling to indicate affection. “I know. You’re such a blorbo.”

tumblr inhaled. Did AO3 mean that the way tumblr meant that?

While tumblr recovered, AO3 tossed a fry in their mouth. “So, what’s this movie we’re going to see?”

tumblr swallowed. “It’s um, it’s called Goncharov.”

“Cool.” AO3 stood and held out a hand, “Wanna go?”

“Does reblogging a potato bring you luck??” tumblr replied.

And together they walked into the sunset of an Avengers/Harry Potter crossover.

[libraryofantiquitea]

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬.

pairing: robert "bob" floyd x reader

summary: bob leaves a bite mark on you that you wear proudly out to a game of pool with the dagger squad at the hard deck. it leaves bob a little flustered.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! sex in public, unprotected sex, strangulation, kinda dom!bob, bob's glasses attempting to make a getaway.

word count: 2.1k

author's notes: many thanks to the creator coven for ensuring that i will never know a moment's peace while in this fandom. y'all are a gift!

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

You probably should’ve been a little self conscious about the literal bite mark on your shoulder, but instead you wore it like some sort of badge of honour, along with a strappy sundress to show it off for all to see. You thought it was lovely in a macabre sort of way. The bite was on the cap of your shoulder, and it was blooming purple and blue, the colours looking remarkably striking against your skin and the yellow of your dress.

It was extremely obvious who had given it to you, and you relished in how Bob’s friends reacted upon seeing it. Jake had glanced from you to Bob, surprise on his features before turning back to his game of pool, Natasha had given an approving nod as she handed you a beer, and Bradley had looked away quickly before his stare became too obvious, then moving toward Bob and giving him a pat on the back.

Bob, who seemed so unassuming, did not seem the type to gnaw on his girlfriend, and leave her with remnants of their trysts. But the rest of the Dagger Squad were learning, perhaps much to their surprise, that Bob contained multitudes.

And who was having a very difficult time focusing on anything because his gaze kept drifting toward you, that look in his eyes that made you weak in the knees. He wanted something, and he wanted you. Giving you the occasional kiss on the cheek, or squeezing you around the waist wasn’t enough.

You excused yourself from the group to go to the washroom for the first time that evening, fully intending to only be gone for a few minutes.

Bob had alternate plans.

You were standing at the counter, having finished washing your hands, and were applying a tiny bit more lipstick when the door opened. You didn’t bother looking over and acknowledging at first, but the presence moving behind you commanded your attention.

“Bob!” you said, a little startled. “You know you’re in the ladies room, right?”

“Gender is a social construct,” Bob said in a matter of fact voice, resting his chin on your shoulder, the non-bitten one. He met your gaze in the mirror. “Also, you’re making me lose my entire mind out there.”

“What am I doing?” you asked, looking at Bob in the mirror. You honestly had no idea.

“Wearing this little dress,” he murmured, dropping his head and inhaling the scent of you. The feeling of his nose pressed along your neck had you sighing. “Parading around with my love bite on display.”

“Do you not like that people can see it?” you asked as Bob placed his hands on your hips, gently pressing himself against your ass.

“I love that people can see it. Know that you belong to me,” Bob replied. “It’s just … doing things to me, darlin’. I want to throw you down onto that pool table, make everyone watch as I push your dress up, fuck you until you’re screaming, get your pussy juices all over my cock.”

“Oh my god,” you murmured, bringing your thighs together tightly and closing your eyes. Bob never struck you as an exhibitionist, but you were learning a lot about him since you’d started sleeping together. Things like he could be bitey, and wanted to fuck you in a room full of people.

Bob pressed his hips against your ass, and you could feel his growing length through his jeans. Your heart was racing, someone could walk into the bathroom at any moment. The idea that someone might catch you thrilled you a little more than you thought it might.

Grabbing your throat, just under your chin, he lifted your head, forcing you to watch in the mirror as his tongue moved along the bite mark. You shuddered against him, your hands resting against the bathroom counter, pushing your ass back against his crotch.

You were trapped between his weight and the counter, there was nowhere for you to go.

It was at that moment that the roll of Bob’s hips stuttered against you, and he groaned into your shoulder. He’d finally realized something that you’d been waiting for him to figure out all night.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” he groaned, one of his hands moving just under your belly. “Shit. You’re torturing me, darlin’. Gonna soak the front of my jeans.”

He was still holding your chin, but his index finger made its way into your mouth. You gasped, sliding your tongue against the calloused pad of his finger, nibbling on it slowly.

“So take them off, Bobby.”

“Fuck.”

You kept your gaze focused on him in the mirror, watching as he undid his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans one handed, not relinquishing the hold he had on your throat. You groaned softly, seeing a flash of his cock head in the mirror. Fuck, you looked so wrecked already, and Bob looked like he was going to tear you apart.

Bob pushed the fabric of your dress up over your ass, and groaned as he looked down, giving it a very enthusiastic squeeze. 

“You’re such a tease, baby,” Bob groaned, grabbing his cock and sliding it against your wet lips. You made a strangled noise, biting back something much louder lest someone outside hear you over the music. Bob continued to drag his cock through the wetness that had collected at your core, even when you pushed back against him. “You’ve spent the whole night teasing me. It’s my turn.”

“God damn it, Bobby,” you whined, your hand clenching into a fist and slamming against the counter. 

You rolled your hips, grinding against his thick cock, desperate to get it inside of you. Bob was looking down, watching you move against him, and you watched in the mirror as his glasses began to fall down this nose, the damp strands of hair curling over his forehead.

“You want it bad, don’t you, darlin’?” he asked, lifting his head and making eye contact with you in the mirror again.

“Yes, Bobby,” you breathed, and he clutched at your throat a little harder. You gasped and tried to squeeze your legs together.

“No,” Bob scolded. “Keep your legs open for me.”

“Bobby.”

“Slut,” Bob gasped, and you watched the flush begin to spread against his cheeks. He only ever called you that when he was already too far gone. “You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” you replied in a harsh whisper. “Bob, please -”

You felt him enter you and you let out a relieved sigh, eyelids closing for a moment. You were expecting him to keep going, but all he pressed inside of you was the tip of his cock, before pulling it out and doing it all over again. You whined, a pathetic sounding noise that reverberated off the walls of The Hard Deck’s ladies room, and leaned forward on the counter, pushing back, chasing his cock.

“Give it - give it to me,” you whined. “Please.”

Bob wrapped his free hand around his cock, and pushed it back inside, again, just the tip. You ground against the curl of his fingers, clit moving against the class ring that he wore. And again, he pulled it out.

“Bobby, I’ll scream so loud the whole bar will hear,” you threatened.

He grabbed you, pulling you back flush against him, squeezing your throat so hard that the blunt edges of his fingernails cut into your skin. You made a startled, delighted, almost frightened sound, and grabbed onto his side to steady yourself. You loved when he got like this.

“Do it,” Bob grunted against your ear. “Let them know how badly you want it. Little cock slut.”

He held you tight against him, and searched for your entrance once more with the head of his cock. Bob slammed his cock inside of you, and though you had threatened to scream, no sound came out when you parted your lips.

“Take it. Take it,” Bob groaned, biting at the column of your throat. “Take that dick, darlin’.”

You cried out as he manhandled you, pushing you forward, bending you over the counter. He grabbed one of your legs, behind the knee, and pushed it onto the counter as well, opening you up more for him. You glanced up to look in the mirror once more, unable to take your eyes off of him, watching as he tipped his head back, moaning to the ceiling as he slammed into you again and again.

“Fuck,” you whined, writhing against the counter, not knowing when the last time it was cleaned might be. Not caring. You tried to meet Bob’s thrusts, but there was no way that you could, each snap forward of his hips stuttering against you.

“Is this what you - what you wanted?” Bob panted, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your hips. “Huh? To take my dick in that tight little pussy where someone could walk in and see you? See you acting like the slut you are?”

You cried out softly, worming a hand between yourself and the counter, needing some manner of relief. Bob saw what you were doing, and reached for your wrist, pulling your hand away and holding it against the counter. He changed the angle of his thrusts so that the base of his cock hit your clit - again and again and again.

“Bobby,” you keened, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It was too good, and you were desperate to chase each feeling he gave you, that washed over you.

“Come on my cock,” Bob rasped, leaning over and pressing his lips against your ear. His tongue darted out to lick at the shell of it, before he pulled the lobe gently into his mouth with his teeth. “I - I wanna feel you all over me. Come on it, darlin’. Come on me.”

You slammed your open palm against the counter, crying out as softly as you could, though you were certain that someone would hear you. Your orgasm came in waves, leaving you shuddering and twitching against Bob as you gave him just what he had asked for. 

Bob fucked you through your orgasm, your name a mantra on his lips that he cried out toward the ceiling as he came. You clenched around him, wanting to draw every drop he could give you deep inside. He grunted one last time and then leaned over you, letting out a long, shuddering breath.

“Oh fuck.”

The two of you stood there, sprawled out over the counter as you fought to catch your breath. Bob pushed your hair aside and gently kissed your neck, nuzzling at you with his nose.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered.

You nodded, letting out a contented sigh. “Yeah. I - wow.”

The two of you mournfully pulled apart, standing on the legs of newborn deer as opposed to your own, helping each other get cleaned up. You helped Bob readjust his glasses, and he got some damp paper towel to clean you up. The entire time you traded tender kisses and gentle touches, giggling about what you had just done. It was not like either of you, and it thrilled you both.

“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to Bob’s chin before making your way to the door.

Poking your head outside you spotted a wet floor sign in front of the door, and Bradley standing not too far away, more or less pacing back and forth. 

“Rooster,” you began, stepping out of the bathroom, and Bob followed closely behind. “What the fuck?”

Bradley whirled around and let out an exasperated, “Finally! Nat thought something might be up so she went to check on you. Came back and told us we should take turns making sure no one else went in there until you came out.”

Bob turned a shade of red you hadn’t seen before, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oops,” you said, reaching for Bob’s hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Who’s idea was the wet floor sign?” Bob asked, gesturing to the sign near the door.

“Seresin’s.”

“Of course it was.”

You laughed, pulling Bob a little closer to you as the three of you made your way back to the rest of the group. No one said a damn thing, and new beers were fetched for you and Bob.

The night out had continued, though at one point while Bob was playing pool with Javy you pulled out your phone to text him.

Baby I can feel your come running down my leg.

You watched as Bob reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. He looked at the screen, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, before he began furiously texting you back.

Call a cab. If we don’t get u home ASAP im gonna lick your cunt in front of everyone.

/end.

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[isbus]

Letters From the Mega Pizzaplex!

A continuation of the last post. (I can’t believe I got that many notes from it…)

Characters: Everyone who sent you a letter

Genres: Romance, fluff, Holiday stuff

Gender: Gender-neutral Reader (no pronouns used for you)

Warnings: (None!)

Open the envelopes…

Glamrock Freddy!

“Hey there, Superstar! It’s me, Freddy! I’ve written this to tell you that you are the best friend I could ever have. I feel like you are so nice and such a great fellow. I wish to spend more time with you, so I sent a 1 Year Pizzaplex Pass! Any day you need to talk or play, or even hang out; I will be here. I will always have your back. Sincerely, Your Friend, Freddy.”

Glamrock Chica!

“Hey, sweetheart! I’ve been wondering about you, so I decided to write something special for these Holidays. I feel so lonely sometimes without you, and maybe we should take our friendship up a notch. You should come over sometime and I can tell you all about what I want… I got you some Pizza ordered just for you so you can have a dinner that is amazing for the Holiday you celebrate. Hope you enjoy, cutie~ Signed, your favorite chick, Chica. P.S: That lipstick is for you so you can think of me. I don’t need that color anyway.”

Montgomery Gator!

“Heya, hot stuff. I got these really dope things for ya. I found these around the Pizzaplex and thought it would be perfect for a holiday gift. Yup! A figure and poster of me so you won’t forget me~ I also found these glasses so we could match. Pretty rad right? Anyway, I found ya so attractive for the longest time. I wantcha to be mine, y’know? I’m down bad for ya. So don’t ever think bad about yourself. You gotta remember there’s a guy who likes you more than you could imagine. Be good for me~ Forever Yours, Monty. P.S: Sorry if it looks bad, I couldn’t really find the right words.”

Roxanne Wolf!

“What’s up, cool-cat? I got you something for the holidays. This cool keychain, and an extra cool pic of me! I know that you’re thanking me, right? Well- ugh never mind. I wanted to say how truly amazing you are. I wanna be like you. Screw it- I wanna be with you! Maybe you could teach me how to be so amazing like you, but you probably wouldn’t help someone so dumb like me.. but if it’s an ‘of course’, then please come over sometime. Happy holidays! -Roxy.”

Sun!

“Hi there, friendo! It’s time for winter holidays, so enjoy these items that will give you warm feelings! A ball that has been wiped down and some glitter glue! I forgot to put in the hand puppet I made specifically for you, so next time you come to the daycare, please come visit me and I’ll give it to you! You’re my favorite person in the world!! Please enjoy this. Thank you.. From your bit of the sun, Daycare Attendant.”

Moon!

“Hello… It is that time of the year again, so have these lovely trinkets I found. A moon necklace and this lucky charm. It will keep you safe. If you’re asking from what, I’ll give you a hint.. Not from me. Hehehe! Next time you come to the Daycare, turn the lights off and I’ll give you another surprise. You’re my favorite human friend, so enjoy. Thank you.. From your bit of the Moon, Daycare Attendant.”

Map Bot!

“Take a map. Thanks.”

Vanessa!

“Uh, hey kid.* Happy holidays. I hope you’re enjoying yourself, with your family and friends. Thanks for visiting me. I was moved by you, so you can have this white bunny mask. Vanny will be your best friend, I don’t need her anymore. So enjoy her, okay? Thanks kid. -Vanessa.”

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*Vanessa calls you kid just as an endearing term, not because you’re a kid.

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[teklarn]

𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katuski bakugou x gn!reader 

a/n : y’all this was gonna be for kirishima bc i love possessive kiri but like it works so well with bakugou. first part will be from third pov, following parts will be from second pov (reblogs are greatly appreciated !! <3)

summary: bakugou x gn!reader. they have feelings for one another but have no idea how to express them, however y/n has someone pining for their attention. 

genre: uhh idk a lil bit teeny-weeny dash of angst i guess 

warnings: mild cursing, possessive bakugou, mutual pining, jealousy, aged-up to third year, possessive y/n, love triangle (square?), implied manga spoilers but not directly stated, tiny bitta tokage slander (sorry lol), slow burn romance (like SLOWWW SLOW BURN), lowkey enemies to lovers, like a lotta tension between bakugou and y/n 

word count: 3k

UNEDITED w/ minimal or no typos. i shoved it into grammarly’s ass and prayed for the best okay 

here’s pt 2 loves <3

- - - 

y/n was used to picking and their skin, irritated at the girls fawning over bakugou. they were always on the sidelines, watching from afar, jealousy warping their heart. could these stupid girls not see that bakugou didn’t even care for their attention? 

this time it was setsuna tokage who was begging for his eyes on her. y/n assumed it started in their first year when they’d been put against one another when the classes still had a clashing rivalry. (they still did, much more tame now, however.) 

she leaned forwards, tugging on his short sleeve. bakugou’s uniform jacket was slung over one shoulder. he’d lost a lot of his angry demeanor from when he was younger, however it was easy to tell when he was pissed. it was inevitable he wasn’t going to lose his temper entirely. 

it was easy to ignore the girls—most of the time, at least. what was ticking y/n off the most was the fact that bakugou didn’t seem pissed at all. his face was neutral, almost like the perfect mirror of todoroki on a daily basis. his eyes were not fired up in his usual ‘get the hell off of me’ manner. he was relaxed. 

it didn’t seem like he reciprocated tokage’s feelings, however he wasn’t doing anything to get her off him and it was pissing y/n off to no end. 

her sensuous lips were pushed into a slight pucker as she spoke, arching her back in a manner that made it appear much more provocative than she probably intended. 

bakugou stood there, eyes flicking from her grasp on his sleeve and back up to her eyes. he didn’t say anything, didn’t move, only kept looking her up and down. not in a romantic way, of course. right? 

y/n scoffed at themselves. they swallowed the lump in their throat, shoving down the pinging envy in their chest with it. why wasn’t he reacting? 

heat rushed to y/n’s cheeks. why do i care? 

tokage was nearing his face. she didn’t have any intent to press her lips to his, which y/n was more than glad for. 

y/n had come to the conclusion they had feelings for the explosive boy weeks ago. perhaps they always had, but now that they were fully conscious of them... gosh, it was frustrating. 

“you’re staring again.” 

y/n turned to see kirishima, the only other person who knew about their feelings for bakugou. he’d lost the twinkle in his eyes after first year. he’d picked up a dominating sneer and a withering glare reserved for anyone who desired to cross his friends. everyone at UA had after what went down. it was a shock most of them survived anything. 

“so?” y/n snapped, shoving their hands away and kicking a pebble before them. kirishima and y/n continued their walk through the courtyard. 

“so it makes you look creepy.” 

“no, it doesn’t. he didn’t even notice me.” 

kirishima snapped his fingers. “partially my point here. that’s bakugou katsuki, you really think he’s going to notice you?” 

“excuse me?” 

kirishima pursed his lips, twiddling his thumbs. “i didn’t mean it like that, y/n. it’s just...well, he has so much to work for.” 

y/n raised a brow, questioning his nervous antics. 

he continued. “bakugou works hard. probably the hardest worker in UA aside from midoriya. and it’s bakugou. he doesn’t really see a point in relationships. you know that.” 

“it’s not like i’m looking for anything with him, though. gosh, kirishima, you’re acting like this is some school girl crush.” 

he tilted his head, giving y/n a look that screamed, are you really sure it’s not though? 

y/n huffed out a breath, crossing their arms. they’d already vomited up their feelings, why all of a sudden call it a crush? sure, it was a tiny crush that was no larger than the brain of a dinosaur. 

“i can swear that it isn’t, kirishima. you’re looking too deep into things,” y/n defended once again. 

the red-head held his hands up in surrender, sucking his lips in to avoid another snarky comment slipping out. 

the two looked up at the towering building that had been home to them for the past three years: Heights Alliance. 

during their second year, the teachers had settled with having the dorms set up in a way that allowed the students’ rooms to be set up in a gender-neutral fashion. they’d been able to select new dorms beside whomever they wished. rooming next to kirishima was a blast, but the only person bakugou wanted to room next to was him. 

mina had moved in next to you, and kaminari to her right, and sero right across from y/n. 

y/n had no issue being squished between a group notorious for their goofiness and ability to never take anything seriously, however (especially on weekends) they were exceptionally loud to the point they were sure China could hear the blaring music. 

friday was finally going to be over in a few hours. y/n felt a giddiness well up inside them, anticipating the weekend. it’d been a rough few days, for everyone, not just them. 

class 1A had been bombarded with assignments and pop quizzes. y/n was lucky they finished it all in class. some of the homework was finished when they’d sacrificed their precious free time to get it done, but in the end, it was worth it all. 

y/n let their bag sag down their arms as they entered Heights Alliance. 

- 

bakugou had just been asked out on a date. for the third time. first time, he’d denied. second time, he had to shove tokage off him. third time, he’d calmly accepted her offer, and she’d skipped away with more than a smile. 

she’d squeezed his bicep, gave him a wink and an unnecessary peck on the cheek that bakugou had wiped off the moment she turned her back. he was now in his bathroom and, despite her not wearing any lipstick, he was scrubbing his cheek raw so that the skin was a blotchy red. 

the date was tonight, and he found himself wanting to go, and questioning why he accepted in the first place. 

bakugou forgot about tokage the second he won that match his first year and tossed her in the cage. he only noticed her when she and her group of friends giggled and passed by. (it was mostly her chortling, but whatever.) 

he continued rubbing his cheek aggressively with a scratchy towel. he was repulsed by how he had stood there without bothering to snap at her to leave him alone for the third time. 

instead, bakugou’s mind had buffered, and if he was in a video game, he had surely glitched. he should probably just tell tokage he didn’t want to go anymore. in fact, he never wanted to go in the first place and wants to jump out his window and escape. 

it was almost comedic. the thought of him going out on a date? goodness, he wanted to throw up. 

as he continued scrubbing the cloth along his cheek, bakugou found himself more than grateful for how much his quirk made him sweat. if it wasn’t for the nitroglycerin-like substance he produced, his skin would be scratched and dried up. 

a knock sounded at his door. silence came, until the knock found its way to his ears. a set of three knocks, then five, then it was a needy banging. 

whoever was on the other side heard his audible groan and shuffling feet dragging across the floor, because they knocked a lot harder. 

he swung the door open, hinges crying out. 

bakugou’s upper lip curled in disgust. tokage twirled her hair around a finger, eyelashes sticking together with mascara. “katsuki,’ she greeted. 

his eyes narrowed on her. “don’t call me that.” 

“what should I be calling you, then? baby? or honey?” 

oh yes, bakugou wanted to vomit. what even was her name again? whatever, it didn’t matter. “lizard teeth, listen. i-” 

“lizard teeth? why would you address me like that?” 

“because i don’t know your damn name, alright? i don’t-” 

“tokage. need me to spell it out for you?” 

“no. shut up. i need to-” 

“you should remember it, because i was one of the few who got in through recommendations, remember?” 

“and yet here you are in class 1B. can you shut the hell up now?” 

“well, you’re just being shitty.” 

“why are you here, tokage.” more of a demand than a question, as bakugou’s questions always came across if he ever bothered to ask them. 

“because, for our date tonight, I need to pick up some things and I really hope you’re up for coming with me.” 

“no.” 

“please?” 

“no. stop pushing. and I don’t want to-” 

“come on, grouchy.” tokage activated her quirk, one scale slipping into his dorm and pushing him towards her. she gripped the collar of his shirt and grinned. “come with me for a short bit, and I’ll count that as our date, m’kay?” 

bakugou opened his mouth once more to protest, but tokage silenced him by pressing one slender finger to his lips. 

“I’m fully aware you don’t want to go on this date with me.” 

he relaxed, shoulders slumping. if bakugou was younger, if he was even just a little bit more stubborn as he had been before, perhaps he’d be out of this mess already, or never in it in the first place. 

tokage let her hand fall back to her side—both of them. the scale returned to her lower calf; the jet-black leggings she wore now had a perfect hole in them.

“do you think i’m dense, bakugou?” 

“then why ask me out?” bakugou felt himself leaning back. 

“because if i can get under the skin of that stupid little...what do you like to call them? stupid little extras? yeah, that stupid extra who can’t stop fluttering googly-eyes at you every minute, then i’ll be perfectly content.” 

“who the hell are you talking about?” 

“alright, so you are oblivious.” tokage took a step back and crossed her arms. “are you both unaware of how you’ve both been pining for each other’s attention? y/n, that classmate of yours.” 

“...y/n?” 

“do you know their name or do i have to describe in excruciating detail what they look like?” 

“no, no i know who you’re talking about. but you’ve got to be shitting me, alright? there’s nothing there.” 

“i’m from 1B, and if there’s something going on in 1A, monoma is going to tell us.” 

“shithead, get out of my face.” 

“you still have to go out with me.” 

“why the f-” 

“because, bakugou. if you don’t, i’ll be sure to make sure y/n knows about your feelings, whether they’re real or not.” 

“why would they care? more importantly, why would you care?” 

- 

y/n kicked their feet up and down, a lollipop in their left hand, phone in their other. kirishima was in his bathroom while y/n was playing a game on their phone. they’d stashed away a bunch of candy back in their dorm and had snatched a handful for the two of them to share while hanging out in kirishima’s. 

he was currently combing a hand through his hair, and then proceeded to rummage through his cabinets. 

kirishima emerged with his lips puckered. “want to come to the  drug mart with me?” he stuck a thumb to his door. 

“what for?” y/n didn’t take a glance away from their phone. 

“this.” he chuckled softly. when y/n looked up, kirishima had two fingers parting his hair. the roots were a jet black, just growing long enough to become the slightest bit visible. 

“you’re going to fry your hair.” they were already shoving their phone away and tossing their sucker into the trash bin. 

“it’s a monthly tradition to do this, y/n. it would be fried by now if i was bad at it,” he joked, tapping his roots once more. 

y/n laughed alongside him as they exited the room. 

-

it was late, and the lights made everything feel like it was set in a world of backrooms. when the rest of the world is sleeping, it is more than quiet, and nothing feels real―possibly in the best ways. 

kirishima scratched at his chin, staring intensely at the hair-dye boxes lined neatly on the shelf before them. 

y/n tapped their foot, not out of impatience, but because of the creep staring at them through the aisle. yes, through. 

between the boxes of hair dye and scattered makeup products, the beady eyes of setsuna tokage could be seen. she smirked when she tugged her hostage closer. 

bakugou’s height had shot up to around six feet in the past two years, so all that was visible was his chest and the black sweatshirt loosely hanging off it, however his grumbling and stream of colorful language was unmistakable. it was him. 

“you okay?” 

y/n’s head snapped to their friend. “what?” 

“you seem on edge. is something wrong?” 

“nothing. nothing is wrong.” 

“you sure? if you need to talk, i’m here.” 

“yeah, yeah, i’m okay. don’t worry.” 

“alright.” kirishima held up a box, wiggling it in one hand. “got it.” he gave y/n a toothy grin. 

“good.” y/n snatched his arm up and dragged him along. 

“woah,” kirishima released a breathy chuckle, tugging his arm back. “what’s got you in a hurry?” 

“nothing,” y/n said, shrugging. “just wanna get home.” 

gosh, kirishima knew them too well. his eyes squinted just a bit, and there was that playful grin lingering on his lips, just ghosting over his face, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him. instead of pointing out the obvious, which was standing just a few aisles behind, kirishima decided to play around. “goodness, honey, the kids are going to be fine back home.” 

heat raced to y/n’s face. “what?” 

kirishima winked. “it’s nice that you care about them, but care about me a little, would’ya? i miss you, too,” he said a tad louder. 

this caught bakugou’s attention. his eyes clashed with y/n’s, and he didn’t look away until y/n did. even a few seconds after, y/n still felt the blaring heat of his gaze upon them.

kirishima slung an arm around his friend, enjoying their flustered image. of course, he would never even think about pushing boundaries. the thought never crossed his mind, but he knew they’d let him know if they were uncomfortable. 

when y/n looked back as kirishima led them away, bakugou’s jaw was clenched, and his eyes were alight with jealousy. 

of course, y/n didn’t notice the emotion flaring. 

tokage smirked, clutching his loose sleeve. 

y/n looked back to their friend, and kirishima flashed them another knowing smile. bakugou was getting antsy with his best friends’ hands all over y/n. well, not all over, but a tap on the shoulder was enough. 

despite the way kirishima’s face dropped, y/n swiped his arm away and wandered over to tokage a bit more angrily than intended. they glanced up to bakugou, who was reaching up to retrieve something for tokage. 

“what brings you guys here? didn’t expect to see you.” inside, y/n was screaming. gosh, their heart was angry. 

“just running errands together.” 

bakugou? going for errands? with tokage? 

“cool, cool,” y/n said, nodding. “i was doing the same with kirishima.” they paused, awkward silence filling the space. 

impatient as ever, bakugou tossed the item into tokage’s basket and clicked his tongue. 

y/n didn’t know why. why were they being so stubborn? despite their protesting thoughts and their entire body screaming to hold back, y/n wrapped their fingers around bakugou’s wrist. 

“actually, bakugou, i have something to ask you. i need your opinion on it. you’re smart, right?” y/n’s voice lifted at the end. although they couldn’t see the, what the hell are you doing face kirishima was making behind them as subtly as possible, they could definitely feel the glare burning into their back. 

“tch, of course i’m smart, shithead.” 

“good.” 

“we’re actually kind of in a rush,” tokage spat out, snappier than usual. 

“do you think i fight okay? i need someone  with a perspective like yours to know if i do.” 

“what kind of question is that, dumbass? i don’t care if you can fight well or not, just so long as i can beat the shit outta ya.” 

tokage let out a low growl. 

y/n smirked, hand still around bakugou’s wrist. “i’d like to know if i can beat you, then, so you can tell me if i’m good or not.” 

ohgoshohgoshohgosh where was this coming from? 

bakugou squinted. he leaned in closer, like he didn’t hear them. “speak up.” 

y/n knew he heard them correctly, but he got awfully close. 

feeling a little sneaky themselves, y/n ghosted their fingers over his strong jaw, tilting his head closer so they could speak clearly into his ear. “let’s train together,” y/n said, staring tokage dead in the eyes. 

it was a stupid rivalry, really. they’d both been accepted through recommendations. they’d been friends all throughout middle school, and yet when y/n made it into 1A, tokage felt it a necessity to excel at everything and rub it in their face. no way was y/n letting them get away with this. 

“i want to see how strong i am.” y/n let their voice drop just a bit. “you’re strong, right?” 

“are you taunting me?” bakugou said, voice nearly a whisper. he still hadn’t moved from leaning down and hadn’t bothered to move y/n’s fingertips from his jaw. 

“absolutely not.” y/n sent a small grin in the direction of their rival. “let’s just see who can beat who. we’ve never been against one another like this.” 

tokage huffed, tugging bakugou back. his eyes were softened when they met y/n’s, and there was simmering, small grin on his face. 

tokage, however, looked less intrigued. “he’s not your boyfriend.” 

y/n shrugged, already backing away. they spread their arms in a mockery of surrender. “he’s not yours, either.” 

[neon-junkie]

do you have any spare horny thots about crosshair? im YEARNING for that man tonight 😭 i cant stop thinking about him spitting in my mouth after reading that drabble you had reblogged earlier…..woof 🥴

let's discuss kinks and fantasies, shall we? 🤝 (gender-neutral reader apart from two points at the end)

EDIT [07/12/21] Added more kinks >:)

This man is the epiphany of a dom, a somewhat stereotypical, text-book style dom, who over time, adjusts his own kinks/preferences based on what you're into.

That being said, he still enjoys subbing, and has no problem handing over the reigns when he needs you to take over, or when you need to be in control.

He's a sucker for spanking, both giving, and receiving, but mostly giving. That man doesn't mind using a paddle, whip, etc, but he much prefers using his own hand. He enjoys the burn that builds up on his palm, knowing that it's all for a good cause. He'll bruise you if you allow him, and he'll enjoy tending to your wounds during after care, like the gentleman that he is.

Crosshair is going to leave as many marks as you allow, in every form possible. Bruises, hickeys, hand prints from spanking, etc. The more covered you are, the more you feel like his property, his and his alone - Crosshairs little fuck toy who he can do anything and everything to, because you're his well-trained slut.

Crosshair loves wearing suits, or just a shirt and tie. He loves dressing up, especially when you end up fully nude, on your knees between his thighs, peering up at him as he sits back on a chair. Maybe you won't be fully nude, maybe you'll have a collar and leash on, wrapped around Crosshairs fist as he pulls you down onto his cock, earning another gag and choked moan from you as his tip hits the back of your throat.

Spitting is always fun. Crosshair likes to take his time with the motion, watching his spit slowly fall from his lips onto your tongue, and you're not allowed to swallow it until he's given the order.

Choking. Yeah. Need I say more?

He loves brat taming, mostly because he knows he's good at it, and because it's overall fun. There's nothing better than seeing the before and after video, because yes, he loves to film everything. You used to be so smug, so needy, kicking up a fuss and back chatting everything and anything; and now you're his obedient whore, loyal without a fault, so eager to please him however you can.

Face-fucking. Throat-fucking. He wants to see tears in your eyes as you gag over and over on his cock. He wants to see spit falling from the corners of your mouth. He needs to feel your throat squeeze the tip of his cock as you struggle to keep him down there, he'll make it worth your while, he always does.

If you wear makeup, then Crosshair will make it his mission to smudge that stuff all over your face. He wants to see dark, heavy circles beneath your eyes from where your liner/mascara has run, and lipstick smeared across your cheek and around his cock.

Crosshair doesn't have many specific fantasies, but more of a tick list of things that he wants to do. Such as fucking you in a public place, restaurant bathrooms, the park late at night, the cinema, alleyways, the back of his car in a parking lot, and so forth.

He loves it when you dress up for him, revealing outfits, his favourite outfits, lingerie, costumes, whatever.

He'll dress you up in a maid outfit and have you clean his rifle, even though you don't really know what you're doing.

Or a doctor/nurse outfit and diagnose him with horny, and state that the only cure is having multiple orgasms.

If you're in charge, then you can dress up as a Separatist/Sith, capture him, and fuck him however you want because he's the "big, dumb sniper who was stupid enough to put his guard down."

Speaking of being big and dumb, Crosshair loves degrading and humiliation, giving and receiving. But especially receiving.

If you're a Jedi then oh maker, that's it, Crosshair is going to lose his mind. You're a powerful and strong Jedi who keeps sympathy fucking the defective clone, maybe as a 'thank you' for having him save you during a mission, or maybe because you feel really bad for him.

Anal is a big YES. No worries if you’re not into receiving it. Crosshair wants you to fuck his ass! Use whatever you want; your cock, a strap-on, dildos, etc.

Prostate milking always turns him into putty. It’s hard to believe that the man that you’re milking right now is always so sarky and broody when he’s not in the bedroom. And yet, here he is right now, a whimpering and whining mess as you bruise his poor prostate from your milking session.

Bondage is always fun, especially when Crosshair's on the receiving end. Tie his hands behind his back, sit him on his knees, and order him to go down on you without using his hands. Restrain him on the bed and ride him for as long as you want. Tie a rope collar around his neck and connect it to the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming, and moving.

Wax play is always interesting. Crosshair is keen on being on both ends of the wax, and after you pour wax on him for the first time, he realises that he really has a thing for being in pain.

Well, sexual pain.

He’s eager to be roughed up, marked, restrained, denied, and so forth. BDSM is Crosshair’s bread and butter, and he’s going to make a sandwich with you <3

Despite everything that’s already been listed, Crosshair’s favourite kink of all time is gun play. Seriously, what else were you expecting?

Knife play is also fun, but Crosshair’s a rifle man, and he’s eager to involve his previous 773 Firepuncher rifle in the bedroom.

(female headcanon) Pussy spanking is so fun, watching you squirm as he smacks your clit over and over. He wants to see you red, puffy, leaking for him. Maybe he'll use a pussy pump on you too, and have you suck his cock whilst the pumps slowly doing it's thing. He just wants to ruin you, and he doesn't mind receiving help from tools to achieve his goal.

(male headcanon) He loves jerking both of your cocks together, the undersides of your cocks pressed together, wrapped around his large hand. He always makes it a game to see who falls apart first, and sadly, Crosshair is an expert at keeping his composure. He'll tease you if you cum early, and continue jerking you through your orgasm, using your cum to continue slicking both your cocks up.

[rengokuneedshugs]

Can you please please do headcannons for Bruno's gang from jjba golden wind please

yesyesyesssss i love bruno and his gang sm!!!!!! <3

Buccigang Relationship Headcanons!

Bruno Bucciarati 😘

So first off this man my goodness this absolute baby doesn't care what you look like what your size is or even your gender he loves you regardless if he loves you he loves you for you and your personality

Is absolutely ok with a non binary s/o personality is truly important to him

Forehead kisses are his thing giving receiving he doesn't care he loves them so much also back hugs omygosh he lives for them just walk up to him and hug him from behind he loves it

Late night cuddles are the best part of his day just being able to lie with you and being able to hold you he likes to be big spoon so he can pepper kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders

Leone Abbacchio 😊

So he's a pretty tall dude he's also pretty strong so one of his favorite things to do with you is just pick you up and spin you around your joy filled laughter is music to his ears as your face lights up with the most happy expression

He will never admit to it but he cant sleep unless your in his arms he needs you more than he will admit to at least currently

When you guys cuddle he likes to lay his head over your chest and hear your heart beat he honestly likes to just lay on you in general like ON TOP OF YOU mans be all over you

He likes to take his thumb and rub gentle circles on the inside of your wrist

Guido Mista 😗

This man will cuddle anywhere ANYWHERE and i mean that your on the couch? cuddles. at your desk doing paperwork? cuddles. anywherrree

He likes to play with your hair he's surprisingly good at braiding it too???

He likes to learn secret hand shakes with you and loves to show them off because they're something special that only you two understand

Absolutely loves nose nuzzles like to the MAX

Narancia Ghirga 🤩

Play with this boys hair! he loves it sm it makes him almost fall asleep instantly

Prefers front facing cuddles but he isn't opposed to other ways of getting his cuddles

Is always touching you or in contact with you he needs to feel that you're next to him and that he won't lose you

Don't tell Fugo but he likes it better when you try to help him with math 😝

Pannacotta Fugo 🥰

You're the one person he feels genuinely safe around and as long it's you holding him he can get to sleep at night with no trouble what so ever i lo key headcanon him as having insomnia

He wouldn't really like it when his s/o hugs him from behind as that can trigger his trauma from his professor and can cause him to go into fight or flight and it's never really flight

All that aside he is quite caring and gentle with his s/o and is always careful as to not hurt them or even scare them

Even as he kisses you his gentleness holds up afraid that he could hurt you and cause irreversible damage to your relationship but of course he gets a little more comfortable with you every day and starts to trust himself with you more bit by bit

Giorno Giovanna 😍

Very gentle and kind in gestures and in words all together it's obvious his love for you is true and pure

He's always holding your hand he loves it so much it's something so simple yet so important to him

Big spoon. he loves to hold you it makes him feel like he's protecting you although if he's had a particularly rough day he needs to be held it clears his mind and all he can think of is your scent and the warmth you radiate as it calms him to sleep

He loves it when you play with his hair and style it he thinks you always do the cutest designs

Trish Una 😌

Lap cuddles lap cuddles whether she's in yours or the other way around she loves it sm 😘

After what happened with Diavolo she has trouble sleeping at night but if you're holding her close she has nothing to worry about

She likes to leave lipstick kiss marks on your cheeks because she loves how embarrassed you get when you realize they're there or when other members of passione point them out

She's very sensitive to her features she doesn't like how closely she resembles her father so please just show her that she isn't him or anything like him and that she is her own person and can make those beautiful features something special

welp i think thats all comment if you want to be tagged and as always thanks for reading 😘 feel free to reblog and share just give me credit

[fatalism-and-villainy]

if you're comfortable talking about it, can you elaborate (maybe in a very general sense) on how those posts are messing up their discussion of the nb experience? I'm curious and I also don't want to make the same kind of mistakes.

Sure, I don't mind explaining further. I don't think I can do so in a general sense, though - being on Pillowfort has made me much more inclined towards using specific examples. I think that's not really the done thing on tumblr, both because it's hard to link to things here when URLs can change, and because it's tacitly considered against etiquette (or, least, I know I instinctively flinch away from doing so). But I think a lot of discussions would be less inflammatory here if people were more specific about what they were complaining about, and I think this is a topic that benefits from close reading some examples, because a lot of it is subtle stuff in the wording that betrays a lot of broader and more pernicious assumptions.

So I'm not including these examples to chastise anyone, I'm just using them because they're useful illustrations of a bigger problem.

My post that prompted this, for context:

I have seen two posts in the last few days that conflate how nonbinary people get read by others with nonbinary people’s own personal relationship to gender and the nonbinary label. I’m so so sick of this.

Alright, post #1 (and I did find a thread where some people were pointing out some of the same issues I have with it, but I saw it reblogged with this addition on its own, so it's worth pointing out). OP's post:

if you call a nonbinary person cis bc they don't perform androgyny to a level you approve of i'm omw with a big hammer to shatter your kneecaps

Note the "perform androgyny to a level you approve of" phrasing - this is about others' perception of nonbinary people and of what constitutes androgyny. Now look at this addition:

This is incredibly important to remember. Nonbinary isnt just a middle ground or a third gender. Its not being in the binary. Thats it. That means something different to every nb person. So maybe someone does lean a bit more into their assigned gender at birth, they’re still nonbinary and calling them cis just because they arent preforming for you is transphobic- Yes even if you are trans too.

I agree that nonbinary people can have some kind of identification with their assigned gender, and that this doesn't negate their being nonbinary or trans - but, crucially, that's a different topic from what the OP was about. The OP was about how people look to others, and how they meet others' standards for what a nonbinary person should look like.

And what counts as "performing" androgyny is not only very subjective, individually and subculturally, but also full of double standards. There are people who would consider simply having visible breasts, or not trying to hide my body shape, as "presenting" as a woman, or not being androgynous, even if my clothes or hairstyle would be read as "masculine" on a cis man. (Side note: the way I often wear my hair is something I've mainly seen on men, and some nonbinary people as well, but because it's long on the top a lot of people would think "feminine". The gendering of hair is weird.) Similarly, I like wearing brightly coloured lipstick. This isn't because my identity is at all "feminine" or aligned with womanhood - I just like bright colours on my lips 😂. Additionally, there are nonbinary people who might get read as "androgynous", or whose gender might be harder to visually sort into a binary category, who do, in fact, feel some affiliation with their assigned gender. These are separable categories.

While the addition is alright on its own as an observation, I think adding it here actually undermines the point of the OP. The original post argues that others' perceptions are not the determiner of whether someone else "counts" as trans, and the addition, even while in agreement that nonbinary people who aren't "androgynous enough" count as trans... also falls into using others' perceptions as a determiner of another's identity.

The second post is here:

even spicier take: “non-binary” means a thousand different things to a thousand different people and therefore anyone of any sexuality could theoretically be attracted to a non-binary person in some capacity, so if you’re gay and someone you’re attracted to says, “i’m non-binary,” you don’t actually have to redefine your entire identity, you can just drink a cup of sleepytime tea and go right on being gay and into non-binary people.

So, this starts out with "nonbinary means a thousand different things to a thousand different people", which leads me to think that this is about relationship compatibility - i.e., that there are nonbinary people whose personal version of "nonbinary" doesn't preclude gay relationships or gay-identified partners. But the following statement implies a slightly different angle - "therefore anyone of any sexuality could theoretically be attracted to a nonbinary person in some capacity." The "therefore" doesn't follow for me, because "being attracted to someone" is very different from relationship compatibility, and doesn't have anything to do with how a nonbinary person self-identifies or wants to be socially positioned.

I think this sort of confusion is part of what makes a lot of conversations about "attraction to nonbinary people" so fraught - because there are several different scenarios implied in how this post is written. Are we talking about the possibility of a gay person actually forging a relationship with a nonbinary person? Are we talking about seeing someone in passing that you think is attractive who turns out to be nonbinary? The phrasing "if... someone you're attracted to says, 'i'm nonbinary'" implies this is a scenario in which the attraction started before learning that person's gender. But is this just a passing crush, or someone you happened to notice, or is it meant to be someone you're already in a relationship with? Because those are two different scenarios! If we're talking about the possibility of a gay person having a relationship with a nonbinary person, then what being nonbinary "means" to that person is relevant. But if we're talking about a gay person just being attracted in passing to a person who turns out to be nonbinary, then the attraction itself does not say anything about, or having anything to do with, that nonbinary person's self-conception.

Look, here's the thing. It's pretty inevitable that we all visually misclassify people from time to time, even cis people. Attraction is also internal and does not affect the other person at all. I don't think the possibility that someone you happen to find attractive might not actually be your preferred gender, or might potentially find your attraction distressing, need be a source of scrupulosity - just pay attention to their signals in your actual interactions with them and treat them how they've implied or explicitly stated they'd like to be classed. Similarly, I think sexual orientation is about patterns and general trends, and one person falling outside that pattern doesn't necessitate changing one's identity. But that says fuck-all about the identity or feelings of the nonbinary person in question. The idea that it does has the (probably unintentional) implication that a gay woman finding me attractive means that I must be "woman-aligned" or comfortable being classed that way in relationships, which is not at all the case.

Like, the separate implications the wording here in this post are all points I agree with: some nonbinary people find "gay" as an identity or social position to be compatible with their conception of themselves, and being mistaken about someone's gender or having an exception to your general pattern of attraction doesn't necessitate an identity crisis. But is it clear how treating one of those things as naturally flowing from the other has troubling implications? Nonbinary people vary widely in how we want to be classed, or feel comfortable being classed, in the context of relationships. But other people's involuntary feelings of attraction are absolutely not a comment on that. And treating them as if they are is incredibly harmful.

[ebp-brain]

the wolfstar fandom and the problem of gender policing

To begin with: some gay men are femme, and that’s okay. Some are not, and that’s also okay. When someone is telling you that only a certain gender presentation is allowed from a fictional character, that’s not activism or advocacy; that’s gender policing. Even if you’re a woman or nonbinary person writing about cis gay men, it’s still gender policing—you are allowed to explore the full range of gender and sexuality in your own life and art. It’s easy to be taken in by statements on Tumblr about How To Write Good Queer Representation, because we want to be good people, and we understand that the language we use and the stories we tell are important. But our desire to be good people can be manipulated until we don’t recognize that we are participating in harmful behavior, or that we are being impacted by bullying.

If you’re in the Wolfstar fandom and you’re feeling alienated, lonely, confused, hurt, or angry because of things you’ve been hearing about what Sirius’ gender presentation “should” look like: you are not alone. There has been a longstanding problem in this fandom (for at least two years as of early 2021) with some vocal, active, popular fan writers telling other people how they should depict Sirius’ and Remus’—especially Sirius’—relationship to gender and sexuality. Generally, they suggest that depicting gay men as femme or feminine is homophobic. In particular, they say that writing/drawing Sirius as femme, feminine, flamboyant, short, “whiny,” or a sub or bottom is Bad. The logic is that because there’s a stereotype about gay men being feminine, all depictions of feminine gay men are homophobic. Because these voices are so loud and have such intense, aggressive support, it is easy to feel that you are Bad if you disagree with them, or to think that you’re alone in your disagreement. You’re not.

It’s important to recognize that this group of people is engaging in bullying. Not “wank,” not “discourse,” not “drama��—bullying. When you see them targeting other people’s work, it may seem like a petty personal dispute, or on the other hand like a legitimate conversation about gender and sexuality; it is neither. These folks are friendly, welcoming, and supportive right up until the moment someone disagrees with them—and then they attack that person and demand an apology. Because they use the language of social justice, and because they’re only antagonistic to people who question them openly, it’s easy to think they’re courageously protecting vulnerable people and standing up for what’s Right. But they aren’t. They are using their own identities and feelings to dictate how everyone else should behave while disregarding other people’s identities and feelings.

They claim that Sirius shouldn’t be written as “stereotypically gay” (i.e. feminine) because it hurts gay men; they claim that they are fighting homophobia. What they are really doing is gender policing. Awhile back, they started off by saying “Sirius shouldn’t always be feminine or always bottom in all fic.” Sure, true enough. But then it became “Sirius should never be feminine and never bottom.” And then it became “Sirius should never be short and whiny” (because those are apparently feminine traits). And now it seems to be “no one should ever depict cis gay men as feminine.” Allegedly because that’s “stereotyping,” but in practice this idea shames femme gay men, nonbinary femme folks, and any trans men who can’t or don’t want to present as masculine. It is gender policing disguised with social justice language.

Here are some red flags to look out for in the Wolfstar fandom—phrases that signal that you might be reading something that’s participating in gender policing, even if it doesn’t seem like it on the surface. They include:

“short, whiny Sirius”;

“let Sirius top”

“stereotypical gay man” (in the context of men being written as femme, not in the context of like…shitty mass media representation from the 90s)

“let men be men”

“women writing m/m” used in a derogatory way

and a couple that seem totally innocuous, even good, but mean something different in this context, like:

“being gay shouldn’t be your whole personality”

“topping or bottoming shouldn’t be your whole personality”

I’ve heard quite a few people talk about their feelings of isolation, confusion, self-doubt, frustration, and shame as a result of the bullying that’s been happening over the past few years in this fandom. Lots of people have left Wolfstar or Tumblr because of it. The good news is that a lot of Wolfstar folks are still out there: much of the fandom is flourishing on Discord, on Ao3, and in private messages. You can find your people! They’re the ones who actually listen respectfully to what you say, don’t shame you for mistakes or disagreements, and practice kindness and care.

And please look out for yourself. Try to recognize when your feelings of shame or guilt are a result of coming into contact with bullying and manipulation. Try not to accidentally spread transphobic and effeminophobic (anti-feminine) ideas and language; really think through what a post is saying before liking or reblogging it. And if you’re feeling hurt by what’s been said about gender expression within this fandom, know that you have lots of support and solidarity. We’re still around—we’re still around, and we love all your gender-related headcanons: we love a burly bearded biker Sirius; we love a five-feet-in-socks Sirius with a tendency towards dramatic temper tantrums; we love Sirius in lipstick and Sirius in crop tops and Sirius in ripped jeans. We love power bottom Sirius and ace Sirius and dom Sirius in high heels and Sirius who doesn’t care about how he has sex as long as it’s with Remus. We love Sirius who thinks being a trans man is the most important part of who he is and Sirius who thinks being a trans man is simply a basic fact of life. We love your fics and art and posts that explore your own weird complicated messy queer relationship to gender and sexuality. Of course we do. <3

(Also: I��ve got Big Anxiety and may or may not respond to comments on this post. I definitely will not respond to comments purposely misrepresenting my argument. I feel no particular need to defend myself; everyone can decide for themselves whether they think what I say is valid, and if I’m silent in response to criticism it’s not because I can’t think of a solid response—it’s because I don’t think responding is going to help myself or anyone else have a better experience on Tumblr and in this fandom. I’ll try to answer genuine, in-good-faith questions if I have the wherewithal to do so, and if you want to just message me and chat or say hi or share headcanons, I’d love that!)