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eternalwritess · 4 months ago

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Hii, i was wondering if i could request a romantic match up for mha! :)

My name’s Amanda but people close to me call me Ami for short. Im 5’3 and my pronouns are she/her. I dont really like using specific labels for my sexuality since it causes me to overthink (i used to think im faking being pansexual for whatever reason) So i just say that I have a preference for male however would gladly date a female.

I have below the shoulder length, dark brown, layered hair with curtain bangs, brown eyes and thick eyebrows. I’m Hungarian with pretty pale skin and I have a beauty mark in the middle of my right cheek and straight teeth. My eyes are my favourite part about me since they pop so much when I wear dark eyeliner. I’d say im skinny but do have big thighs and bust as well as more defined arms due to me doing weights. I wear more casual clothes with hints of y2k, i cant get a lot of unique clothing from where i live 💔 and i prefer darker colours. I wear a bunch of jewellery, especially rings (im wearing 10 atm). I have two lobe piercings on each ear, a nose ring and a belly button piercing.

My personality i’d say is very outgoing with people regardless if I know them or not, i try to be nice and polite with everyone unless they aren’t to me. Im also an Esfj. Im very understanding and I always take negative events as something to learn and grow from. I was told by someone that I was one of the most understanding and kind hearted person in their life who didnt secretly have any ill intentions towards them 🙏. I can get emotional pretty easily in sombre situations. I’m known as a pretty upfront person because when Im having issues with someone or I or the other person did something, i always go up to them and try to talk it out, communication is very important to me. Im pretty happy and smiley and laugh a lot most the time and try to see the positive in things but then theres times where I’m calm and quiet so it really depends on my mood and who im with since I dont want to be super talkative and bubbly with someone who’d prefer some peace and quiet.

I enjoy listening to music like A LOT, like I listen to music whenever and wherever I can. I also do archery and have been for over a year now so im pretty good at it imo lmao, archery is like the first thing I tell people because its the most unique trait about me. I also really enjoy working out, especially weights which I mentioned above, what motivated me to start was archery since I have to build my stamina and strength to shoot for a longer period of time, but also its just good for me and all that. I enjoy going out whether it be for a small peaceful walk in nature or out to town, I often go on the bus (since its free for me) for no reason just so I can watch the view while listening to music. My favourite colour is black (basic ik lmao) and my favourite video games are sally face and god of war. My favourite genres of music at the moment are sigilkore and dark r&b and I adore the scent of smoked vanilla and coconuts. Also this is random but I use cologne instead of perfume and everyone thinks its odd since its for men and all that ;;;

This is all, its pretty long so I apologise for that but hope u have a good day 😁

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙…

𝓔𝓳𝓲𝓻𝓸 𝓚𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓶𝓪!

Not gonna lie this man probably came up to you during the first day of school cause he noticed that it looked like you worked out

Not only that but your looks in general captivated him to no end and he would constantly find himself looking over to you and looking for openings to talk with you

He only got happier when he figured out how outgoing you were and friendly you were towards him. He thought you were the coolest person in that entire class

"My name is Ejiro Kirishima! You look amazing! I love your eyeliner!"

Oh yeah, he definitely approached you with a compliment in hand btw, he was prepared and ready to talk to you

He would also likely notice if you got a new ring of some sort btw and would also make an effort to get you new jewelry if he notices that you like some as he is a complete gentleman

If you told him to stop buying stuff for you he would get confused but oblige for a while, most likely toning down the gifts but still giving them to you every now and then

"I noticed you looking at this!"

He also found your mindset admirable and matching his of taking bad stuff and making something good off of it. The moment he found out that you think like that he was ecstatic about your positive attitude

He would also most likely share some of his experiences with you and say how it made him a better person, also probably ranting about how he had adapted that mindset

The moment you mentioned communication being key for you I just also thought about him. He would be more than willing to talk things out in the relationship, anything that makes you uncomfortable or etc.

He's always down for listening to you and sitting down and just talking about anything

"You look a little down... need a friend?"

Since turns out being a hero is anything but clouds and rainbows he would talk to you after anything major happens like the USJ incident, camp, and etc.

In those moments he would be a lot more calm and quiet with you, not constantly shouting or screaming like he does with Bakugo or Kaminari

He wants to show you that he cares and will do anything to do that

He'll even ask if you want to go anywhere or if you need anything to eat or drink

"I'm gonna go see if the vending machine has any water, do you need anything?"

BACK TO LIGHTHEARTED HEADCANNONS-

You two definitely work out together and he would spot you while your lifting, making sure that you don't get hurt as thats the last thing that he'd want to happen

But he wouldn't be totally overbearing either and telling you how much you could lift etc.

He would actually likely try to push you a comfortable amount into lifting more and would get excited when you did so

"Just one more rep!" "Lets add some more weights!" "Wanna see who can lift the most?"

Not only that but you would blast music when you work out and he would listen with you, humming along to the song and jumping up and down even if the songs not the most pumped up

You totally have a playlist together like... i can just see it-

Archery? He might not be that good at it or ever tried it before but I can see him trying and while it may not be his thing entirely he will always get excited if you're excited and will do it with you

"Dang it! Looks like I missed again!- You hit that!? Great job!!"

He would totally game just about anything with you but his favorite is definitely god of war for the action for all of the action and such

Also when he noticed you wore cologne instead of perfume he was gobsmacked and stared ranting about how cool and manly that it was

He also mentioned that he knew that he smelt it somewhere else briefly before laughing it off and giving you a hug

#mha #my hero academia matchups #my hero academia

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pervysenpaix · 3 years ago

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At work and I’m having horny thoughts…like I just can’t stop thinking about katsuki ‘thick cock’ bakugo and how he’s so obsessed and possessive with his gf

So obsessed that he takes one of your slick covered panties with him to work for good luck, and sniffs those very same panties every time deku or some useless extras piss him off

So possessive that before he steps foot out the door he makes sure to leave your neck covered in dark hickies

So obsessed that sooner or later he persuades you (after one night of six intense orgasms, three from his mouth and the other three from his cock) into joining his agency

So possessive that after noticing that you’ve gained the attention of fellow pro hero’s Shoto, Red Riot, and Deku he decides to show them that you belong to him and only him

Which lead to bakugo fucking his poor gf through multiple orgasms with a choked out suki and daddy slipping past her lips all the while the three other pros watched strapped down to their chairs with aching cocks straining in their pants

So, are we gonna talk about this or ......................................? No ? Okay, cool.

Bitch (do you mind me calling you bitch ? it's a term of endearment for me lmao) , I had to literally set some time aside and grab some ice coffee and my glasses just so I could do this properly. I'm heading over to y0ur profile right after this cause honey you is NASTY 🥵 Btw, did you wanna get out of here after this because .....😈

WARNING (18+)- NSFW content, viewer discretion advised.

Exhibitionism

Mutual masturbation (because it’s definetly not gay to help your bro)

Bondage

Marking

Squirting

Degrading

Creampie

Oral sex

"Fucking extras" Katsuki muttered, clenching the damp fabric in his fist. He’d been watching you through the crack in his door for the past twenty minutes, laughing and joking with pro heroes.

“You’re pretty marked up, (y/n). I guess you and Bakubro had a pretty good lunch, huh ?” He teased, throwing his harm over your shoulder. “Oh, god. Is it that bad you groaned” looking between the three men, “well you’re costume is pretty … revealing” Izuku responded, green eyes, shamelessly, roaming your body.

You scoffed, “oh please, you and Shoto wear spandex body suits and Ei’s practically naked. You all look like whores” you stuck your tongue out and crossed your arms, making the men chuckle. “That may be true” Shoto smirked, “but we don’t have the same asssets that you do.” Your cheeks burned but you weren’t going to let a little boy talk throw you off, “Izuku does, it must be jelly cause jam doesn’t shake like that”.

Katsuki felt his resolve snap, no longer drawing that calming feeling that’d overcome him whenever he’d inhale your scent. So angry that he couldn’t even envision his happy place, 10 inches deep inside you, these extras were fucking with his peace. How dare they ?

Ever since he’d convinced you to join his and Red Riots agency, definitely because of your potential as a sidekick and not because he wanted to keep an eye on his property, those three had swarmed you like vultures.

“Wow (y/n)-San, you were amazing ! I wish Shoto and I had you at our agency!” Deku would beam excitedly, grabbing both of her hands and pulling them to his chest. “I agree, Midoriya. I’d definitely love someone with her skill set working under me” Shoto added, pressing his palm against the small of your back. He’d be furious, especially at the way you grinned and giggled, then Eijiro would come in with his doe eyed smile, muttering praises while pulling you into a bear hug.

What part of his did those dumbasses not understand? Even when he’d cover your body in hickies and dark marks; or when he’d fuck you so hard you’d limp in the office the next day. They just weren’t getting it, and he needed to make sure they understood that they weren’t getting you.

“Training room, thirty minutes. Wear civilian clothes.” Katsuki shouted through his door. As if on cue, Izuku shuffled in a few seconds later, “Hey Kacchan, do you have another training scenario planned?”, the hero asked. It wasn’t uncommon for the blonde to schedule impromptu training sessions between the two agencies since they shared a building. He claimed it was because he wanted a chance to “mop the floor with that damned Deku and icy hot”, but he actually admired their capabilities, especially Izuku.

***

The three hero’s sat in their chairs expectantly, hands cuffed behind their back using quirk-cancelling bracelets. Midoriya was already rationalizing different methods of escape, automatically assume this was some kidnapping training ; he’d probably be muttered frantically if his mouth wasn’t taped shut.

The door opened and in walked Katsuki, who was carrying you over his shoulder with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. You were restrained in a similar fashion, wrists bound by ropes behind your back. Maybe this is a hostage situation, Izuku thought before he realized that you were naked. Not even underwear, you were completely nude.

“Doesn’t she look pretty, boys ?” Katsuki called out, running his rough hand over the swell of your ass and giving it a smack. A startled cry left you and you pressed her legs together as fresh slick trailed from your , seemingly, drenched cunt. What exactly are we doing again ? , Izuku thought, glancing towards the other two pros; Shoto’s eyebrow was quirked, with a look of obvious interest on his face while Eijiro’s eyes practically bugged out of his head. What the hell Bakubro, I can see … everything. Is it manly to look ?

“What’s wrong, fellas? Can’t talk ?” He laughed dryly, “that’s funny because you never having a problem talking to MY woman!” He smacked your ass again, using a bit of his quirk, “KATSUKI!” You wailed, reeling from the burning pain. It would definitely leave a mark, that was kind of his thing.

You were covered in bite marks and hickeys, from your neck down to your ankles. It looked like sbeen attacked by some wild animal not a horny pro hero.

“You sound so pretty when you scream my name, Princess” Bakugo cooed, while gently laying you face down on a table, “like a pretty little whore” he whispered, digging his nails into the meat underneath your thighs and spreading your lips apart. He whistled, “it’s a flood down here, boys. Is this turning you on, my love ? Being put on display for them like a fucking whore ?”

A finger pushed inside your wet heat; squelching as he pumped to the knuckle.

“Ah~”

“Katsu~”

“What is it, Princess?” He purred, adding another finger , “I’m making you feel that good? You can’t even hide how much of a slut you are” his fingers curled, rubbing against wet walls while his thumb swiped over your clit. “Please more, please, please~” Katsuki chuckled, glancing towards the men who were shifting uncomfortably in the seats, all with prominent erections. “She’s a greedy little whore, huh ?”

The men were to stunned to speak. Well, that and the fact of their mouths being taped shut.

The blonde added a third finger, spreading and twisting as he caressed your insides. It felt amazing, you were feeling to good to even be embarrassed. When he first told you what he’d planned you were hesitant but he’d quickly convinced you.

“Come on , Princess. I want them to see what pretty faces you make when you cum. Want them to see how you fall apart for me. Don’t you want everyone to know that you’re mines?” He purred, rocking your hips against his thigh as you chased your high.

“Suki~” you mewled, eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm rocked your body. “So pretty. Slutty little whore cumming on my fingers. Look at you, it’s fucking pathetic” his hands were a stark contrast to his words, the gliding along your skin ; rubbing your back and shoulders as you rode out your high.

“Look at you extras.” He snarked, “dicks look like they’re about to bust through your clothes. I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot right ?” Bakugo cupped your cheeks, lifting your head so that they could see your face. They nodded eagerly, eyes glued to your lusty state.

Katsuki grabbed a chair and placed it behind you, “see, this is why she’s my girl. Only I can do this to her. She’d never get this messy for any of you” he grabbed two handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart while he licked a long strip down your puffy lips, coating his tongue in your slick juices.

The men groaned, sinking further into their chairs and spreading their legs. Eijiro was actually whimpering.

Katsuki made out with your wet cunt, moaning and grunting as his tongued traveled through your folding. Drinking your essence, probing your entrance and sucking your clit. “Taste so good” he panted, tongue flicking over your bud, “smell so good” he pushed his face against you turning his head side to side as your juices coated his face; it cling to his cheeks and dripped down his chin. Katsuki are you like it was his sole purpose, his only goal in life devouring your cunt.

You weren’t even finished cumming when Katsuki started to thrust into you.

“KATSU~”

“KATS~”

“ DADDY P-PLEASE !” You wailed but he didn’t relent, just kept drilling into you. He kicked the chair backwards to widen his stance and it flew across the room, slamming against the wall. The sudden sound made you flinch and clench around Kat’s thick cock, he grunted and bit down on your shoulder making you screaming out. “What’s wrong, whore ? So you can make this slutty pussy bite me but I can’t bite back ? That doesn’t seem fair, you can really be a bitch sometimes”.

A muffled groan sounded from Shoto who was rutting against his seat while Eijiro whimpered loudly, legs bouncing like a dog in heat. Izuku was oddly calm, yes his long dick was rock hard, it was easy to see through his sweats but his face was impassive. “What’s wrong, nerd ? Not enjoying the show that my whore is putting on ?” He snarled, grazing his sharp canines across your shoulder and pressing even deeper. “Probably wishing it was you ?” .

Izuku raised a brow, it was an interesting suggestion; especially since he didn’t specify who’d place he’d be taking. Would he be fucking you? Balls deep in that tight little cunt ? Licking the sweat that clung to your beautiful brown skin. Or would Kacchan be fucking him? Slamming his cock deep inside his ass and punishing his prostate; splitting him in half and handling him like a toy ? Fuck, Deku’s legs spread and he let out a shaky breath. Or maybe he’d even get to fuck Kacchan , thrusting inside his mouth; the blonde sitting pretty on his knees while he waiting for Izuku’s load to drop in his tongue. His mind was racing.

“Oi, Nerd ! PAY FUCKING ATTENTION !” He thrusted particularly hard making you cum around his dick. “Suki~, dadd~ , Ngh~ daddy, yes” you breathed, it was hard to discern; the garbled sounds of pleasure falling from your throat proof of the way he was wrecking you. That shit was rated porn.

Let’s get it.

Katsuki fumbled in his pockets and pulled out a remote; a click and the cuffs clattered to the ground. “That shit was starting to look painful. Thought I’d help you out. If you fuckers think you can last without cumming then I just might let you fuck. You’d like that wouldn’t you, whore?”

“‘Suki more , more~

“Fucking, slutty idiot. You’re already dumb from my dick and you’re still asking for more ?” He scoffed, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. He forced your body down while thrusting up into you and you were howling his name.

“Oh g-god” Eijiro moaned, cum spilling on Shoto’s hand; he then took the heterochromatic male in his mouth and finished him off, swallowing his hot sticky load.

“This is a fucking whorehouse” Katsuki muttered, hips stuttering in your heat “give me one more, Princess. Cum for me” he pinched your clit as he slammed you down on his cock. He chanted your name and and moan in your ear. A few more thrusts and you were coming again, body trembling and spent as he fucked his semen deep inside you. “What do you say ?” He rasped, squishing your cheeks between his fingers, “t-thank you daddy”.

Shoto and Eijiro had dismissed themselves while you were still be railed by Katsuki; who knows what they’d gotten themselves into 🌚

Katsuki was kissing your shoulder and whispering “I love you’s” in your ear while he untied the bonds. He was about to help you get dress when he was interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing.

“I think it’s my turn, Kacchan.”

#black reader #bnha #black #blackreaderxmha #bnha smut #mha fanfiction #blackreader #mha smut #mha x black reader #deku x black!reader #deku x poc! reader #bakugo scenarios #bakugo x black reader #bakugo smut #shoto torodoki #kirishima x black reader #shoto smut #bnha kirishima

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emerald-studies · 4 years ago

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Racist Clothing Brands + Black Brands to Buy From Instead:

Racist Brands

Chanel

Chanel has been repeatedly accused of racially profiling Black customers and last year they hired a white woman as head of their "diversity and inclusion" department.

Gucci

Gucci has a complicated history with the Black community, stemming from them all but trying to destroy Dapper Dan's business only to hire him two decades later. Most recently they came under fire for releasing a sweater that had suspiciously Blackface elements and stealing designs from Black designers.

Prada

Prada has a similar history and they recently had to apologize after releasing a collection of monkey key chains.

Dior

Dior's most recent fragrance campaign came under fire for racist undertones but a Black Hollywood stylist also gave BET.com an account of an incident that she had with a brand. The stylist requests to remain anonymous says, "they compromised our creative relationship by not following through on requests and instead loaning looks that were promised to me to white actors instead."

Celine

Celine's branding is notoriously extremely thin and extremely white. A quick scroll of their social media will reveal exactly their opinion on Black lives.

Barney’s

Before going bankrupt, Barney's had to pay out a settlement in a racial discrimination case of $525k to two plantiffs.

Moda Operandi

A former employee of the company released this thread on Moda Operandi, citing several micro aggressions she suffered there.

Burberry

Burberry issued an apology after releasing a sweater featuring a noose motif.

Tommy Hilfiger

In 1996, Tommy Hilfiger famously made comments against the Black community and has since clarified what he meant, but the hurt in the community lingers.

Moschino

Managers discriminated against black customers who did not appear to be rich or famous.

“If a potential black client was not a celebrity and did not have an outward appearance of money via diamonds or name brands, defendant [Ranna] Selbak called them a ‘Serena’ to other sales associates and wanted the ‘Serena’ to be closely watched,” according to the complaint.

Versace

A former male Versace employee sued Versace for allegedly firing him after his manager realized he was Black.

Zara

Zara was accused of using racial code words for black and Latinx customers. The Center for Popular Democracy surveyed 251 Zara employees in New York City about the retailer’s practices. Poll respondents said that when the term “special order” was used at the store, employees were to find the location of the shoppers in question and follow them around. Black customers were most often described as “special orders,” according to the survey results.

Reformation

They were criticised for their internal practices by a black former employee, Elle Santiago. Santiago said she was denied work promotions in favor of white colleagues, as well as being ignored by the company founder, Yael Aflalo, because of her race.

“Being overlooked and undervalued as a woman of color who worked and managed their flagship store for three years was the hardest,” Santiago wrote in an Instagram post picked up by industry watchdog Diet Prada. “I cried many times knowing [that] the color of my skin would get me nowhere in the company.”

Urban Outfitters

“As one of very few PoC [people of color] I quickly noticed the toxic environment I’d joined,” says the former employee, who wishes to remain anonymous. “Within my first month my manager made a flippant racist comment in regards to an Uber I’d called; the driver’s name was Muhammad. Her comment was, ‘You would get a Muhammad’ – in what I can only take as a comment made because of my heritage.

“There’s no PoC in the executive team and very little representation of PoC in head office, on the website, marketing campaigns and within the retail management teams.”

The company has a history of producing offensive items of clothing, including a seemingly blood-spattered T-shirt seen as a reference to the 1970 Kent State shootings; a T-shirt in a color named “Obama/Black”; another featuring a six-pointed badge, which seemed to allude to the Star of David badge that Jewish people were forced to wear during the Holocaust; and a racially insensitive Navajo line which used the Navajo nation name illegally.

Dolce & Gabbana

Ads, featured a Chinese woman struggling to eat spaghetti and pizza with chopsticks.

Comme des Garçons

White models wore wigs of traditional Black people’s hairstyles during its men’s autumn/winter 2020 show.

BLACK BRANDS

ASATA MAISE

This designer transforms vintage fabrics into unique pieces that are made to be photographed. I mean, this whole slideshow of looks is A-R-T. Of course, being a one-person business can be overwhelming, so if you have the means, you can donate to Asata's GoFundMe which will provide her with equipment to keep up with demand.

Website: asatamaise.com

MIE

If dreamy, flowy dresses are up your alley, you definitely want to give this brand a follow. All the pretty pieces, including this stunning red puff-sleeve number, are made by local seamstresses and artisans in Lagos, Nigeria where it's based.

Website: mie.ng

JBD Apparel

Kim Kardashian recently gave this brand a shoutout, and it's easy to see why she's a fan of these body-hugging knit sets. All the pieces are handmade to order.

Website: jbdapparel.com

PHLEMUNS

Another celeb fave is this gender-neutral brand designed by James Flemons and based out in Los Angeles. Solange Knowles, Lizzo, Billie Eilish, Clairo, Lil Nas X, Miley Cyrus, and Bella Hadid have all worn its designs.

Website: phlemuns.com

RIOT SWIM

Looking for a truly standout swimwear piece to add to your summer wardrobe? Check out this label designed by Monti Landers featuring minimalistic silhouettes and shades that blend in seamlessly with darker skin tones.

Website: riotswim.com

COME BACK AS A FLOWER

Specializing in hand-dyed garments, the pieces are ethically made using 100 percent recycled cotton. It also does drops of cool vintage tees, and stars like ASAP Rocky and Big Sean have worn its clothes.

Website: cbaaf.org

HUMANS BEFORE HANDLES

This jewelry label has some of the cutest accessories for summer (eyeing these seashell ones, wow), and most impressive is the fact that everything is under $50.

Website: humansbeforehandles.com

LAQUAN SMITH

Here’s a real celeb fave (Rihanna, Beyoncé, and sooo many more have worn his pieces). Go to LaQuan Smith for any of your glam/sexy outfit needs, please!

Website: laquansmith.com

BROTHER VELLIES

Founder Aurora James creates truly one-of-a-kind shoes (please look at this pair of mesh boots topped with feathers) and small leather goods that are handmade by artisans around the world.

Website: brothervellies.com

CUSHNIE

Designer Carly Cushnie’s sleek styles have been worn by the likes of Jennifer Lopez, Ashley Graham, and Lupita Nyong’o, btw.

Website: cushnie.com

JADE SWIM

Need a swimsuit? You’re going to want one of these pretty, minimal designs by former fashion editor and stylist Brittany Kozerski.

Website: jadeswim.com

CHRISTOPHER JOHN ROGERS

The 26-year-old designer from Louisiana was one of the hottest tickets at New York Fashion Week in February 2020, and high-profile ladies like Michelle Obama and Cardi B. have worn his unique, colorful pieces. Find his clothing exclusively at Net-a-Porter online.

Website: christopherjohnrogers.com

MATEO NEW YORK

Matthew Harris of Mateo New York is a self-taught jewelry designer hailing from Montego Bay, Jamaica, and living in NYC. Shop here for beautifully minimal 14k-gold fine jewelry.

Website: mateonewyork.com

TELFAR

Looking for something truly magical and out there? Consider designer Telfar Clemens, whose hybrid pieces (hello, “sweatpant jeans” and “scarf-collar shirt”) really stand out.

Website: telfar.net

FENTY

DUH.

Website: fenty.com

PYER MOSS

Founded by designer Kerby Jean-Raymond in 2013, Pyer Moss uses its platform for social change, storytelling, and activism as well as art and design. For shopping, come for the bright, matching suits, glam, and pleated gowns and stay for comfy sweats and jeans.

Website: pyermoss.com

+ More Brands Here +

#blm #gucci #urban outfitters #black lives matter #black brands #black owned #tommy hilfiger #dolce and gabbana #zara #chanel #versace #juneteenth

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noctilucous-siren · 3 years ago

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Meian/Romero

A/N: look..idk what happened but, I got this thought and this happened and I blame @kaitycole and @hidden-otaku-stuff for getting me started on this Meian Train. BTW this is 18+, there is smut and a reverse uno

Your dumb boys were arguing again. Arguments were normal in a relationship, healthy even. But, this argument, which had started a week ago, was getting old. You had taken refuge in the bedroom, the living room being out of bounds for now due to the yelling. Nicollas was actually just yelling in Portuguese at this point and Shugo was yelling back in Japanese and you simply kept turning up the volume on the movie you were watching.

The volume was so loud on your laptop that you didn’t notice the yelling stopped, nor did you hear the loud footsteps down the hallway. You were, however, startled when you suddenly had two jerseys shoved in your face. The look your Meian and Romero’s faces clearly demanding that you pick one. “I don’t understand why I have to wear one of your jerseys,” you stated, fed up with the dumb contest the men seemed to be having. “Besides,” you continued, “I already promised Chibi-chan I’d wear his jersey to support him in his first game.” you said nonchalantly.

You hear both men take a breath to begin speaking again and mentally prepare yourself for the verbal onslaught.

Suddenly, both men are back at full volume, Meian is thrilled you are representing his kouhai and team in the up coming match. On the other hand, Romero is trying to convince you to wear Kageyama’s jersey because it’s his first game too, both men trying to talker louder then the other. You pick the moment when Romero and Meian turn to face each other rather then you to slip out of the bedroom and to the front door. Once again, you’re so caught up in what you’re doing that you fail to notice that the yelling has once again ceased. Just as you’re about to grab your shoes a muscular arm is wrapped around your waist and lifting you over a shoulder.

“Just where do you think you’re going minha princesa?” Romero asked as he lightly smacked your butt. Meian just chuckled as you struggled to get out of the Brazilians grasp. Though if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t actually want to get away. Just maybe didn’t want to be carried around like a sack of rice. Romero walked back to the bedroom with you slung over his shoulder and Meian trailing behind.

Romero sat you on the edge of the bed before backing away a couple steps to stand shoulder to shoulder with Meian. “Now now Darling, there is no need to run away, Meian says, smiling at you as he lifts up his jersey again, “we just need you to pick one of our jerseys to wear to the game this weekend, okay?” You flop back onto the bed, not believing how childish these two men were.

“Minha querida? How about we play a game?” Romero’s voice held an edge that let you know that this game would not be appropraite to paly at a party. Meian just smirked when you made eye contact with him. Clearly you didn’t really have a choice. “Who ever makes you scream first, that’s who’s jersey you have to wear.” Romero’s voice could tempt the devil the way it washed over you. As you looked towards Meian again he was pulling his shirt over his head as he took a step forward, wanting to make the first move.

Meian’s lips were hard against yours, his tongue immediatly seeking entrance to your mouth. He had one hand under your shirt, griping your hip and his other arm next to your face, supporting your weight. You gasp into his mouth when you felt Romero’s hands smoothing up your legs before pulling at the waistband of your leggings. Your hands come up to tangle themselves in Meian slicked back hair, pulling gently at the gelled locks. You don’t realize that Romero had gotten your leggings off until you feel his lips against your bare thigh, biting lightly, making you moan.

“Let her breathe Shugo.” Romero grumbles at Meian, causing him to pull away from your lips, leaving a trail of siliva between the two of you. Meian’s hand comes off your hip and grabs the hem of your shirt, pulling it up to reveal your heaving breasts , taking a moment to gaze before latching on to one and biting down on your nipple hard enough to have your back arch off the bed. A yelp leaves your mouth as you pull Meian hair almost harshly. Romero takes this oppertunity to slide a finger into your already dripping pussy, relishing in the way your thighs tense up and a moan is torn from you.

Meian pops of your abused nipple to begin laying a trail of love bits down your chest and stomach, paying extra attention to spots that make you quiver. Romero takes his time working a second finger into your tight cunt, using his other hand to hold you still as you start squirming. With the way Romero’s fingers are working, you feel your orgasm creeping up a lot faster then expected, your breathing is heavy and your hands are still tangled in Meian’s hair, tugging everytime Romero’s fingers find your sweet spot. Meian’s lips suddenly leave your hip where he had been sucking a dark hickey onto your flesh and quickly presses his lips hard against yours as you orgasm washes over you, swallowing any screams of Romero’s name that you may have called out.

Romero growls at a smirking Meian, frustrated at his interferance. Romero retaliates by curling his fingers, causing more moans to spill from your lips. Meian, looking to one up Romero, quickly removes his pants and boxers before moving between your legs, forcing Romero to remove his fingers. Meian grabs both of your legs and pulls you further towards the edge of the bed until you butt is almost hanging off before throwing one leg over his shoulder and pinning the other to the bed as he rubs his tip against your clit. The sounds that come out of your pretty mouth as Meian starts to push into you has Romeros grabbing your hand to rub his cock straining against his pants.

“Shugo!” is all you can say when Meian bottoms out, his thumb on your clit making you gush around him. Meian’s smirk can only be describes as absolutely victorious as he makes eye contact with Romero.

**Later**

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but the sun had set hours ago and your men had finally decided to call it a night. You were laying against Romero in the bathtub, enjoying the way his arms wrapped around you and his beard tickled your neck as he left sweet kisses along your skin. “Nicollas? Are you okay?” you question softly, taking in the way he sighs and squeezes you just a little tighter. “I want to see you wearing my colors,” his accent seems thicker and you can hear maybe the tiniest bit of disappointment. You turn to straddle his lap and your hand come up to cradle his face before you lean in and give him the sweetest kiss you can. “Win or lose, I’m always proud of you Nicollas.” You whisper against his lips when you pull away, one hand come up to brush his wavy hair out of his face.

Meian walks into the bathroom then, taking in Romero’s face before coming to kneel beside the bathtub. Reaching out Meian cups Romero’s face pulling him into a loving kiss before pulling away to kiss you as well. “Come on you two, time to get out.” Meian says after pulling away. Romero helps you from the tub and wraps a towel around you as Meian lets out the bath water. Both men help you dry off and get into bed, forgoing clothes in favor of sharing body heat. As you lay between your two men, your back against Meian’s chest and Romero’s cheek press between your breasts, you easily relax. Meian drops kisses on the top of your head as you run your fingers through Romero’s hair, the three of you whisper words of love to each other as sleep claims each of you one by one.

**Extra**

Whatever Meian expected to see when he got home the evening before the big game it was not this. This being Romero having you bent over the couch, screaming his name out while wearing his Adlers jersey. Reverse Uno for the win. Well played Romero.

#sunny writes #sunny's poly #meian x reader x romero

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inonibird · 4 years ago

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Sahuldeem Q&A Part 2

Look, I’m NOT good about answering asks, y’all. I will let them pile up, promising myself I’ll get to them eventually, and then too often they sink into the mire of “oh no I waited too long”. BUT! I’m making myself grab a handful and slap them up here together like I did previously. (questions bold; answers italic)

i know you just answered a bunch of questions, but this one has been in my head for a while; are the kuunsi(?) based off of the sha/set animal? i'm kind of a kemetic mythology kid so when i saw the art i was very intrigued! Excellent observation! Given my own affinity for Egyptian mythology, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that the answer is: there was definitely some inspiration there.

Is the actual meaning of the word Sahuldeem a spoiler?

How does Kaleesh courtship work? Like so many things, it’s regional, but we’ve already seen part of the custom particular to the Ausez Steppes. ;)

What’s your take on what Mumuu look like? I’ve seen dozens ranging from big cat to cow to dinosaur and I was wondering if you had a description of some kind for how you see them? I see most of the Kaleesh animals as…well, expies of Earth animals, because…it’s easy, lol. So mumuu are definitely bovine in nature (possibly mammal-like reptiles, like the Kaleesh? I’m a sucker for non-mammalian synapsids), but bulls not only have horns but elongated spinous processes to form a large armored ridge along the length of the back. Maybe more armor in the form of scutes, if it is semi-reptilian. I haven’t drawn anything, but they will probably be described more later in the story, so I’ll have to put more thought into ‘em then! Hey Inonibird, can you tell us more about the kakmusme and tuugmusme from your fic? A kakmusme (pl. kakmusmal) is a warrior’s bonemask, either carved from the skull of a beast hunted by the warrior themself when they come of age or passed down from a parent. Warriors cover their faces during battles and hunts so as to humble themselves before the ever-watchful eyes of the ancestors—sure, you want them to notice your accomplishments, but it’s considered hubristic to flaunt your identity. That’s what the painted sigil is there for��to identify one’s clan to the pertinent ancestors. A tuugmusme (pl. tuugmusmal) is a broad term for a veil worn by Kaleesh women (and some men, but less commonly). Like the kakmusme, it covers the face. There are different styles and circumstances for wearing them depending on the region. Which leads me to… How do dulhlavas work? What shape is it when it's unfolded? Is it one piece of fabric or multiple? Are there different types and styles of dulhlava? This ask! So dulhlava is ALSO a broad term that refers to several different types of head wraps that can be worn all over Kalee. It’s pure artistic laziness on my part that one can’t look at a dulhlava and suss out how it fits together, lol, BUT I do imagine that it is usually made up of at least two portions. Qymaen’s chieftain dulhlava may even have three pieces; the…er…dangling bits of patterned cloth that hang on either side of his head (which represents his authority) is actually one long strip that is held in place. But yes! So! Short answer: I haven’t put a whole lot of thought into it, it’s sort of a catch-all. Qymaen: [coughs slightly] Me: OH MY GOSH THE FORESHADOWING You may be jesting or think you’re overreacting, but HOO BOY LET ME TELL YOU, I am hyperaware of every single cough, wheeze, gasp, and ding-dang breath that passes through Qymaen’s doomed lungs. Just you wait. Are small villages like Irikuum usually monotribal, or are there always at least two clans in any given settlement? There are usually multiple clans! (I should really do a post about Kaleesh clans like I did about naming conventions that one time. Someday!) Kaleesh... Sumerian... Kaleesh Ea-Nasir... Brain thoughts Oh, jeez. Do I need to have a Kaleesh named Nanni show up in the background of a scene, whining about shitty kuluha he bought off a merchant? How old is Qy atm? As of the Battle of Shrupak, he is 18 years old. ((BTW, if you’ve sent me positive comments about the fic, really, thank you, I do appreciate it! If you haven’t yet, leave a comment or kudos on AO3; that would mean a lot to me! <3))

#Inoni Answers #Inoni Writes #Sahuldeem #Star Wars #Qymaen jai Sheelal #General Grievous #Kaleesh #Kalee #fanfic #wheee worldbuilding

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archonssun · 4 years ago

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Bros’ Crush’s Clothes Get Ruined

I had NO idea how to start this at first...

Some are shorter than the others, btw I have a bias

July 22, 2020

WC: 1310

Noctis Lucis Caelum:

Who would have thought that you would need to pack more clothes? Not you, that’s for sure...

So when both sets of your clothes are ripped to shreds by a fucking tonberry of all things...

Let’s just say, you were less than amicable.

Whenever one of the boys got near you, you would start hissing like a rabid coeurl, trying to huddle as deep as you could into the last remaining piece of clothing you had: a cropped jacket. Luckily, it had been too hot when you and the boys were hunting to wear a jacket and you had left it behind in the Regalia.

Now, Noct was driving the three of you to Hammerhead, for more than one reason.

The main one being that you all had been hunting for items for Cid and Cindy, the other being you needed a change of clothes, and Iris was too petite.

As the Regalia sped towards Hammerhead, you noticed the looks Noct was giving you in the rearview mirror. It made you a little uncomfortable, to say the least, and you curled in on yourself more.

You were beyond thankful when you finally reached Hammerhead, and you were the first one out, already making your way towards the garage. You explained the situation to Cindy, and she only laughed for a few minutes before she helped you (seriously though, she was a big help).

When you had changed, you went out to meet up with the boys. As you walked towards them, they could only stare at you. Especially Noct.

Okay, boy was not subtle when it came to his crushes. You had known for weeks, and had managed to keep things civil between the two of you.

As you got closer to them, you realized that they weren’t the only ones staring. Most of the people at the outpost were, and it set your teeth on edge. You hated having attention on you -- hated it with a passion.

You sped up, going to hide in the midst of the royal retinue, your face beet red and hands shaking.

“Guys, can-can we go?” you mumbled. Something heavy landed on your head, and you looked up to see Noct had placed his jacket over your head. He had his head turned away, his cheeks and ears red.

You gave the prince a shy smile before pulling on his jacket, hugging the front closed. He looked at you briefly before he began walking back to the Regalia.

With a wide smile, you raced to catch up with him. You stood on your tip-toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks, Noct.”

Prompto Argentum:

You knew of the blond’s crush on Cindy, as well as his crush on you. It made this that much more awkward for you.

You sat huddled in the back of the Regalia, using Ignis’s jacket to shield you from their eyes. You five had had a run-in with a rogue sabertusk, leaving your clothes as well as the boys’ clothes shredded.

Ignis -- the ever responsible adult -- had suggested going back to Lestallum for the time being. You couldn’t deny, it was an appealing idea, and you and the others had agreed.

Only after you all had arrived did you realize something: you didn’t have any extra clothes. And you couldn’t ask Iris, she was much more petite than you were.

You were hesitant to say this, as the others were so tired from hunting for the better part of the week. But as soon as you all approached the Leville, you knew you had to speak up.

“Um, guys?” you began, your voice nothing more than a whisper. They all turned to you, making your face grow a deeper shade of red. “I don’t -- I don’t have any extra clothes...”

That’s how you found yourself in the car with Ignis and Prompto, heading towards Hammerhead. You still sat in the back, still using Ignis’s jacket to cover yourself up. You knew you were going to have to ask Cindy if you could borrow her clothes. Asking her didn’t bother you.

It was the reactions you would undoubtedly receive when you returned to Noctis and Gladio in Lestallum.

You were hesitant to leave the bathroom Cindy had ushered you into to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling your self-confidence waver at the sight of you in Cindy’s clothing.

Yes, you knew of Prompto’s crush on you. You just hoped he didn’t know of your crush on him.

You exited the bathroom stiffly, thankful that the sun was beginning to set as you stepped out of the garage. Immediately, everyone’s eyes were on you as you rejoined Ignis and Prompto at the diner. When you walked in, you felt the air around you bear down on you, feeling as if it were crushing you. You were quick to sit in the booth with the two boys, and equally as quick to try and cover yourself up.

“H-Hey, (N/n),” Prompto squeaked, his face exploding in crimson. He’d never seen you in such scant clothing for as long as he’d known you (which, admittedly, wasn’t very long), and he tried his best to keep his eyes from wandering.

“Ignis, could I--” your question cut off when you realized that the man didn’t have his jacket. You groaned, remembering that you had put it in the Regalia with your ruined clothing, and you buried your head in your arms. “Nevermind.”

A soft plonk and a weight landing on your head had you looking into blue-violet eyes.

“You need it more than I do, (N/n),” he winked, but you didn’t miss the blush on his cheeks.

Where’d he get this kind of confidence from?

With a flustered smile, you pulled his jacket on and zipped up the front. An idea raced through your mind, and your flush deepened.

With one hand on his far cheek, you pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Thank you, Prompto…”

Ignis: “Really? In front of my salad?”

Ignis Scientia:

This gentleman…

He would have seen this coming from a mile (or kilometer) away. He would have already packed a set of spare clothes for his crush, let’s be real, as well as more clothes for the rest of the gang…

But, let’s say he didn’t…

He was the first to suggest talking with Cindy, already knowing that the other female your group had frequent contact with was out. You had agreed surprisingly quick, taking his offered jacket and slipping it over your shoulders.

He would also probably be the least likely to stare when you emerged wearing Cindy’s clothing (he’d probably already be working on repairing your clothes, tbh)

And you … well, you were kind of oblivious to the stares you received from the patrons of Hammerhead, your mind already too full of Ignis Scientia.

(yes, you were pining after the man. The others knew, of course, and never wasted the chance to tease you for it)

Gladiolus Amicitia:

As soon as he saw you in Cindy’s clothes, he let out a low whistle, making you scowl.

“Stop,” you hissed, kicking his shin. Your eyes then quickly surveyed all the other pairs of eyes on you, a scowl coming to your face. Clicking your tongue, you slipped into your mother tongue, “Enculés.”

Gladio just watched as you strut around the outpost, glaring at the men ogling you. A smirk made its way to his face when you came to a stop at his side. Taking his chance, he pulled you against his side, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“You’re pretty hot when you’re angry, you know that?” He let you go and walked into the caravan, intent on asking Iggy what was for dinner when he heard you curse.

“You … get back here, enfoiré!”

(really hope my reasearch didn’t lead me astray:

Enculés - fuckers

enfoiré - motherfucker)

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seb-owns-these-tatas · 5 years ago

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Witcher Of The Night (Chapter 6)

THIS IS MODERN ERA READER WHO WOKE UP IN THE DIMENSION OF THE WITCHER.

CHAPTER 5

WITCHER OF THE NIGHT MASTERLIST

Characters: Geralt of Rivia x small!Naive!Reader

Summary: It seems as if a witcher came home after having his midnight pleasures from the brothels; leaving you in having a sleepless night. The witcher seemed to be distant after his argument with his child of surprise which left you completely confused because you’ve did nothing and have been anything but mean to him. Some questions were answered by a fortune teller as to why you came from another dimension; but the witcher was stubborn enough not to believe him and his intuitions. Leading to another event which would get everyone's life on edge, especially yours.

Warnings: Cuss words. Old times where men treat women like shit. Irked, frustrated, confused Geralt. Emotionally hurting reader. Naive reader about the whole medieval era. Jaskier finally being comfortable around the reader. (I don't know why this is a warning? 😂)

Words: 5,800+

A/N: AAAAAAAAHHHHH! I need me some actionnnnn! LMAO. XD This chapter was supposed to be posted on April 18 but I couldn't help it and I wanted to post it right now, So y'all can have something to read about. Heehee! THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT, TATERS! Btw, this is one of my favorite chapters and chapter 7 too which will be next to this. Ahonhonhon! Dang, I can feel we’ll reach 25 chapters before this ends. 😂😅 jkjk. I’M SO THIRSTY FOR GERALT, IS THIS NORMAL?

TAGLIST IS STILL OPEN FOR THIS ONE! Heehee! Don’t forget to REBLOG, COMMENT OR GIVE FEEDBACK IF YOU DID LOVE THIS CHAPTER! IT’LL MAKE ME SMILE!

Disclaimer: PNG's used in edits are not mine even the GIF's too. However, the edits and oneshots are definitely from moi. Characters, places and said monsters aren't from moi as well.

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You haven't seen the outside world; like you've been a cast in the 'Big Brother reality show' that you were watching back at your apartment. It was a lot more different in their city; much more barbaric; lively but actually mirthful.

When you've arrived at the marketplace there where tons of people, absolutely crowded with all forms of life walking around. There were white tents where merchants have been selling their goods and a lot of buyers hollering for their attention.

You've remembered the night before when Cirilla has hugged the life out of you all night. She'd cried herself to sleep but eventually let the wrath fade away early in the morning; acting like nothing happened as she'd asked Geralt for her weekly training in swordplay before the morning comes.

Up all night and you couldn't sleep. Cirilla has offered her bed to keep you comfy rather than the table out in the kitchen. You've said your disagreement to the offer because of her status. She was a princess, so you've thought that sleeping beside her would not be possible. Though, she was persistent and asked you if it was okay to hug you while she sleeps even just for the night.

You've eventually said yes; but had to keep your eyes all open especially at the bothered feeling of your heart from the facts you've heard from Cirilla. Even adding more effect to your sleepless night was from a witcher who happened to went home before the morning twilight rises. His reasons were unsaid but the booming voice of Jaskier in the small living room was enough for you to know that he'd gone somewhere...fun, exciting and pleasurable.

Thus, that kept you up all night even more.

Your heart seemed to be a lot more bothered after he arrived maybe with a pang of a peculiar sting inside your chest that made you pout all through the night.

Nevertheless, you've ignored that feeling because maybe it was just a stomach bug that you've had since then. The morning after, you wore your winning smile as you've shown yourself to the men of the household with a beam you hoped that seemed to be convincing that you had a good night sleep.

But, Jaskier being Jaskier; he'd pointed out those horrid eyebags you've appeared to be nastily wearing. The Witcher had said nothing other than a wavering look which felt so different. So distant and withdrawn like he wasn't capable of smiling. Well, he had reasons not to after what has happened in his life and probably realizing how much of a baggage you are for even living in their home like you popped out of a chicken's bottom and gave them eggs to bear.

The connection lasted for two seconds as Geralt studied your face before breaking whatever overwhelming feeling that the butterflies in your stomach has been trying to say. He'd then avoided being in your presence and went out to feed his horse as he got ready for the morning activities.

Jaskier gave you both a look of wonder before you'd given him a reassuring smile like there was no uncomfortable feeling running in the veins of your heart. You were the best at it; faking a smile that is.

The way towards the marketplace was much farther than the way to Cuthbert's house. Obviously, because it was almost like a city or the center of the kingdom for the walk of life. You've walked alongside with Jaskier as Geralt had Cirilla on his horse.

It was the first time you've appreciated Jaskier's talkativeness because if he wasn't then the whole journey would've been serene and awkward by how the witcher was giving one word answers to anyone's questions or statements.

Well, he certainly slept on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Literally, because he'd slept on a different kind bed with a woman.

You've tried sparking up a conversation; tried saying your sweetest good mornings when he was outside and talking to his horse, but when he'd felt you were there. It was like the wind changed and he didn't want you to hear him talking to his horse nor even breathing.

A simple good morning and how he was were asked; but a simple, lackadaisical answer of the word 'fine' was given to you; not giving you those enchanting golden eyes and just the wide statuesque of his back were shown.

So much for going outside to try and talk to how he was because he seemed to be in need of more people who cared for him.

You've ignored the way your heart fell at how he was putting up; acting like he wasn't trying to comfort you the other day when you were having one of those panic attacks you have. Here you thought, he was actually starting to treat you as a friend even just for the time being but it was like the world shifted and he was treating you like a stranger.

Maybe, you were right. Your presence was beginning to become a burden of his surprise obligation for even paying for your clothes and letting you stay in their home. As much as you've remembered that night, you would only stay for a day and leave to find the airport. But, the airport was nowhere to be found as you've finally realized how you actually magically appeared on a different kind of earth and in a timeline you weren't accustomed to.

You didn't know what to do. No matter how much you wanted to go home and leave the family you were currently living with; it was like you were left with no choice but to stay because you didn't know how to come home.

There was no coming back, as of now.

"Why, who's this small lass?" The feebly, doddering woman croaked as she accepted coins from a Kaedwenian child before she'd finally turned to look at you from head to foot, her expressions unreadable when she'd noticed how you've looked more of a hobo then their peasants who lived anywhere and had no place to live. Though, you were cleaner than the rest.

It was like there was a garage sale in the marketplace; tons of stuff laid on the tables as you didn't knew what the uses of it were. Your eyes were scanning the things that laid on the table; one by one until your attention caught a silver necklace that had a leaf as a symbol and coral green stones wrapped around the linings of silver. You've picked it up and examined the jewelry; being charmed by the mere necklace and lately realizing that the stones were twinkling like no other; having no explanation at how it was twinkling or glittering against the sun like magic was consuming it.

"It's a fae," Babeth cut you off your reverie. You've snapped out from being enchanted by a simple necklace. It was a pretty one, definitely can be used everyday and the way it twinkled was strangely beautiful. You didn't expect for them to have these kind of necklaces, "---Serves as an amulet for bad luck that is bound to come. A sorceress has said her incantations to that necklace; keeping you away from ill-fate,"

Babeth gave a weak smile, the wrinkles on her face thoroughly evident as she continues to mindlessly fix her goods in front of you. You blinked back at her, a beam raising your lips as you tried to get a good look at her, "A fae, ma'am--??"

The woman has completed your sentence for you, raising her gaze to meet your eyes and noticed it was a beautiful, light forest green, "You can call me Babeth, Elfin!" she sweetly yelled over the loud chatters of the crowd.

She suddenly gestured behind you, nodding her head as her smile widened, eyes also twinkling like how bright her smile have been; like she was happy with her life and family, with no worries. "What's your connection in being a travel companion with a witcher, elfin?"

You blinked out of surprise, betwixt and between turning half your body around when you've felt Geralt's presence looming behind you. You've resisted the urge to face him and just stared at Babeth instead, ignoring the fact that he was already staring at your head; longer than he ever did since this morning. However, you didn't know he was even looking.

"Ughm," you hesitatingly started, thinking of another statement other than saying that you were figuratively an alien in their world. The witcher wanted to save you from saying anything weird that can get them speculating that you weren't from their world and tried to butt in, "She's---"

Jaskier came to your aid; despite of not asking any help because you certainly didn't need saving in anything. He'd slid beside you with a more added effect and subtly wrapped an arm around you, in between you and the witcher who was sky scraping from behind.

"Geralt's destiny," the bard confidently finished for you both with a dramatic gesture of his free hand; giving Babeth a smolder when he did open his mouth to utter lies at the sweet, old woman.

Geralt's attention went straight to Jaskier's arm wrapped around you; lately becoming aware of what he managed to tell the merchant. It made him growl beneath his chest, giving the bard a scowl from behind. But, it seems as if Jaskier's persistence didn't falter as he continued to smile at the seller before them.

"Bard," Geralt roughly scolded with his jaw tensing.

Babeth's facial expressions seemed to even be happier, if that was even possible. Finding the news thrilling and exciting for her to hear; her eyes lit up like fireworks in the sky, "Oh! A lover!" she gave a clap full of mirth, "---I didn't know when you'll become serious with yer' life and thought you just do yer' whores!"

Your smile wavered at the last mention of that word. So, he was also infamous for that. Probably always in brothels since Jaskier has always been saying. To make things straight to the point, Geralt was one of the fuck boys in earth. Typical men.

Well, he isn't a prince from the start so technically that explains it. Withal, there was no prince' and only in fairy tales despite that you were living in a fairy tale surprisingly.

You've felt Jaskier's hold on you grow tighter when you continued your explanation for the poor, old merchant who was smiling like she'd seen her favorite OTP finally be together, "Oh--Babeth--I'm not--" a loud cough erupted out of your throat as the bard scooted closer, his arm now around your neck as he added pressure like he was choking you, "Ja-Jaskier!" your eyes bulged out of your eye sockets, grabbing onto his arm and violently clawing them away.

The merchant went on with that adorable smile of hers, never guessing if you were both playing nor trying to kill each other already. Jaskier was smart enough to distract your loud huffs of breath through his fake laugh; topping those loud complaints of yours, "Oh! Hahaha! Aha! you know how tender...love...and care can change a person! Perhaps, got the witcher soft somehow!" he gestured with his thumb towards the Witcher who was throwing daggers behind his back.

"Is this your compensation because we've brought a Hirikka at home?!" you hoarsely whispered, struggling to get away from his hold.

The bard laughed louder before lowering his voice down and muttering in between his cackle, "I'm making it easier for everyone! Shh!"

You were close to biting his arm until it bleeds. But, you didn't want to ruin his very elegant and flamboyant clothing that you only see in the medieval period, "Well, you're not!"

Jaskier slanted his head to take a peek of your reddened face. Due to his arm choking and also probably the fact that he'd been trying to tell the merchant that you were Geralt's other half, "Then, why do I see a blush?"

The merchant waved her hand from the banters, giggling at the way you both looked like you were playing before giving her attention to a new customer who'd rudely demanded for her attention. Thus, it was the perfect time for Geralt to wrench Jaskier's arm around your shoulders, strongly pulling him from his back as the witcher sighed in frustration.

Jaskier tried to battle with his strength, though it was no use because apparently; the witcher was stronger. "Ge-Geralt! What?! I'm making everything easier by controlling your foolishness while you're being an utter boor!"

Their voices died down, constantly being covered by the lively noise of the marketplace. The boys were probably going to the Tavern they needed to visit as you were now left with Cirilla who was picking new dresses for her and for you.

She'd pick up a cute princess like strapless dress that will certainly reach above your ankles. Cirilla held onto the beautiful dress and showed it to you, her grin painted on her pretty face, "Say you didn't like dresses, Y/N?" you've blinked back at the dress like you couldn't believe it was real and actually cute. A satisfied nod was given to the child, "Well..That is certainly an exemption," you pointed out and excitedly grabbed onto the dress, placing the clothing in front of you to see if it would fit perfectly. It does and you couldn't help but think how it was normal to wear these kind of dresses without people looking at you weirdly like back in earth.

Cirilla continued her ransack through a hill full of different types of clothing and grabbed onto a red, sheepskin cloak that had the right length for you; adding it to the items that should be bought. She went on in finding more clothes that will fit you, "---Also, they have leather pants, boots of your size and half sleeved shirts you may want?"

You saw how concentrated she was with picking clothes for you to wear; like she was more excited to dress you up. However, no matter how much you wanted to buy those clothing, you understood and accepted the fact that you haven't brought your wallet with you and they probably had a different money currency as well.

"But, I don't have any coins for these..." your train of thought ceased; index finger pointing at the pile of clothes she was carrying on her child-like arms.

She gave all the clothes to an awaiting, smiling Babeth. The Ashen haired child patted herself as she was searching for something, "Cease the worry, Y/N!" the latter fished out a medium sized black bag full of coins, "---Geralt has it covered!"

You've had your face in a twist; screaming its negations over the fact that it was the witcher's money that was going to be used. Though, there was no use of a protest when she was determined and was a one word woman.

All the clothes that has been bought was inserted in Cirilla's beige ransack that was strapped on her back. You've offered to carry it for her as she'd seen Ethelia who hollered for her attention. She was also the same age as her; even as beautiful as the princess but she had brunette hair, hazel eyes with freckles all over her nose. Ethelia was as pretty as a picture; same goes for Cirilla.

One fact that you learned about their world was that it was full of lovely people and you were thinking that you were seeming to be out of place for it.

Cirilla informed you that she would be playing with her and the kids not far away from the tavern. You've given her a thumbs up but you were actually worried for leaving her in a place you didn't know and felt sketchy because of how it wasn't your ordinary; leaving you feeling anxious for her well-being.

Hence, the tavern didn't looked better as well. You were used to strobe lights, the smell of cigarette or sweat and the moribund heat that backs you away from stepping in a nightclub; never dreaming to come close to one ever again.

But, here you are; standing in the middle of an hostelry looking like the small elephant in the room as people who wore old-fashioned clothes and armor were staring at you like an alien. So far, they didn't know that you were actually one because you didn't belong to their world.

You were trying to find anyone you knew; even trying to look for a certain white haired man who seemed to be not in good terms with you for unknown reasons. There, you did saw him seated on the farthest end of the pub looking mighty with his sword laid beside him as he drank Ale, listening to a man who appeared to be reaching his elderliness.

Geralt's whole being has ever been so ostentatious like you were watching a scene unfold from a television series. You didn't notice you were already observing him from afar until he'd blinked and slowly turned his head to you, eventually catching you gawking. But, being lucky at the most awkward scene of gaping at him over the other end of the roadhouse has saved you from your embarrassment when a well built villager wearing tons of heavy armor accidentally bumped into you; making you break away from watching the witcher. As the man bumped into you, his mouth was as nasty as he looked and tried to tell how peasants like you who had no crowns deserve to be sold to a brothel keeper because of how poorly you were dressed; also, probably because it was only your worth.

So, women were treated rather poorly in their era. Your consciousness talked back and gave you the reality of it all.

You were also lucky enough to catch Jaskier's attention and saved you from being sold anywhere.

As you sat down with Jaskier and his pixie friends that had elf ears; it was stunning to see a live fantasy gnomes sitting in front of you and drinking till their heart's content. You'd realize how survival was a difficult task in their world as the poor were treated like they were the lowest of the low and people with crowns were treated rather fairly.

Hence, living in their world can officially be a nightmare for you. A daydream of showing how much of a nightmare was to live back in the old times.

"So, this is what a bar looks like in the medieval period," you murmured to yourself as your eyes scanned the whole buzzing place. They were heathen people and there were loud chatters and laughter like there were tons of stories to tell; even the bard himself does as he was sat beside you; chattering with a man who weren't hobgoblins; but was sat around your table. "You sure Ciri is fine with the kids?"

Jaskier waved a hand to wash away your worries; giving you a once over as he smiled a big one, "Ow, shush. Yes she is. Stop being a mother hen and enjoy my singing out here with the lads," the bard grabbed onto his lute that was strapped behind him, swinging the instrument and actually hitting you on the shoulder before he apologized and started to strum a melody in which you've heard when he was trying to annoy the witcher who lived in the house you were in.

So, that's what its called. Toss a coin to your witcher. The bard already forcefully let you hear the song and you were pondering if people really toss coins to a witcher who slays beasts, like literally.

You playfully rolled your eyes at his attempt on entertaining people in the tavern, "Your singing sucks ass, Jaskier." But, it was actually just a playful banter because his voice was amazing, believe it or not. However, you weren't there to give him compliments and shower his ego after calling you rat for so many times.

The bard gave you a look of curiosity, his blue eyes sparkling like how the sun cascades through the oceans, "Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

You tried the Ale that Jaskier has given you. You've smacked your lips a lot of times to taste it better and subtly noticed the bitter taste that it had more than a typical beer. It definitely had more alcohol content than a Heineken, "Bad as how Geralt calls your singing like a pie with no filling,"

Jaskier faked a surprise, stopping from warming up before he starts singing epics, giving you his war face and a coltish glare as he humorously spat, "You are certainly the living nightmare in my life for saying that!"

Jaskier's singing grabbed all of your attention. Thus, you were oblivious of a particular individual who was lurking behind you as he seated and talked to Durriken who continued to ran his mouth on the heed-detached witcher.

Durriken's ginger hair was shiny against the light of the sun that reflects from the windows, the elderly man shakily continued his story as he studied who the witcher was gazing at that even got him giving a damn when he ever does not, "---The villagers had seen the beast on the swamps in the south! Had my lads killed as they've stabbed it with their swords! It was a poisonous monster and wounded my people with a burn that could let ye' see their bones!"

The witcher gave a disgruntled hum, his jaw clenching like he'd seen something awful.

Durriken ceased his stories; sipping on his ale as he bluntly asked and ripped his eyes away from him with a knowing smile, "The trouble and strife, witcher?"

Geralt couldn't help but want to roll his eyes at the incessant accusations they had between the two of you; giving abrupt malice to your presence as you tagged along with them, "Why do people always tell me this," he gruffly mumbled to himself, finishing his shot of Ale in one gulp as he dropped the cup with a thud.

"Have ye' seen the way you look at er'?" Durriken's smile was unwavering as he could remember you from his dreams; like the whole scene was dejavu.

The witcher gave him a tight-lipped frown, sitting completely composed; but with his blood boiling for whatever reasons he doesn't understand, "She's been dragging me in to more horseshit than I can ever get involved,"

Durriken heedlessly caressed his goatee; seeming to be in deep thought to what his next words would sound like and if it will be better to be said rather than keep it to himself and watch the future unfold without alarming the other, "Ye' wouldn't be complaining if you realize that she's actually your destiny, Witcher."

Jaskier stopped strumming his lute after finishing one song; planting his ass on his seat as he laughed out loud with the villagers of Kaedwen. The adorable hobgoblins lending their elfin ears at the bard who had memorable tales to tell, "I've been the witcher's travel companion decades ago!"

You were unaware of somebody patting your hand like he was consoling you because of your consciousness was solely on the bard who kept on getting everybody's attention. That being so, you jumped on your seat as Jaskier hurriedly slapped the man's hands that rested on top of yours as it was laid on the table, "And---Hands off, Belerick! You don't want to vex off a witcher and have your adorable little body thrown in the swamps,"

The dark eyed gnome raised his voice to groan out his frustrations, caressing the hand that Jaskier has attacked; eyes exclusively on yours alone, "She's just so cute and my type!" Belerick mirthfully announced with his eyes giving you the hearts. You kindly smiled back at little guy, "Say, munchkin; wanna spend the night with I?"

A soft giggle was sent to the latter and it was enough for him to sigh like a man in love, "You're a cute one, Belerick." your smile softened as you saw him grin like a cutie pie and tried to reject his offer in a very nice way, "---But, I'm good for the night. There are other women out there who would want to,"

Everybody who sat on the table in a circle cooed. The spot light suddenly on you, "Aww! She's a kind one!"

The little guy irritatingly huffed, growling at his companions who kept on teasing him that he was rejected, "Nobody does, Y/N!" Belerick snapped with a bitter tone as Merek hopped off his chair and leaned his short elbows on the table; giving you a kissy face, "Aye! Maybe Y/N would want to spend the night with me a lots more than ye', Belerick!" Merek teased the other little guy who kept making a fuss, "---Cause ya' got a small dick!"

Both gnomes had their hands choking each other as they fought for your unavailable hand. You couldn't help but chortle from their sudden fight; entirely unaware of their intoxicated self controlling their minds.

Jaskier emitted a loud sigh beside you; dramatically rolling his eyes at the scene, "Oh gods, you are all signing your death wishes,"

Another giggle was sent to the people surrounding you, trying to infect them with your naivety, positivity and kindness; "You guys are cuties! Thank you for finding me...nice-looking, though I don't actually," you started again, looking at the set of barbaric men seated around you and Jaskier, "I look like a potato, boys. You need to get your eyes checked by an ophthalmologist,"

"A what?" Now was the time for Jaskier's brows to tighten.

"Ye', don't look like a potato!" Belerick and Merek uttered all together in chorus, giving you the heart eyes.

"Yet, you look a little different!" another leprechaun crowed named Carac. He had his medium length hair tied on the back in a makeshift ponytail. Carac paused for more added mysterious effect. Both you and Jaskier blinked back at him; unnerved because of how the lad was scrutinizing back at you like there was something wrong.

Until such time, he'd open his mouth and vaingloriously claimed that made everybody groan out in exasperation and utter cheesiness, "Ye' look like my future missus, Elfin!"

You and Jaskier blew out a breath you were holding; the thought of finding out you weren't from their dimension now disregarded. You've apprehensively giggled and pointed a finger at the little man giving you a smolder, "Oh, that was smooth." Carac pouted his lips more, wiggling his eyebrows in a frisky way, "Do I deserve a kiss?"

A nod of fascination was given to the latter. You've given him a grin and shook your head at his sudden twentieth century kind of flirting, "Very smooth,"

"You know, he can hear you right? He's a witcher, you oaf!" Jaskier gave the dwarf a look of disbelief before you'd suddenly stood up out of nowhere and drank the last of your ale. "I'll check Ciri outside," you declared and put down the empty cup after burping in a low tone and it was enough for Carac, Belerick and Merek to sigh like a boy in love as their eyes were trying to melt you down. Jaskier scoffed at how they looked and nodded with a smile as he waved you off, "Alright, try to keep out of trouble, rat. I'll follow you soon,"

Moments have passed and stories were told, Geralt has understood Durriken's offer as he tossed a bag of coins to the witcher in which he caught it with his bare hand, his expressions twisted in a way that can tell people he wasn't in a good mood. The real question here is; when did he ever looked like he was?

The bard was already off his seat, Geralt saw you went out minutes ago and Jaskier began to tail like a cat to the rat; even began to feel a little comfortable with you since this morning and it was slightly bothering him to no reason.

Thus, Durriken even had the chance to tell him things about destiny that even rattled him more.

"I don't believe in utter bullshit," the witcher spat to his utmost discontent, sighing as he does so. He was tired of hearing it over and over again. It even lead to having Cirilla in his life; he wouldn't want to include you as well. Especially that everybody who gets involved with him; enters demise without him knowing. It was like a link to death when one person even tries to want to know him better.

He was already having a difficult time protecting Cirilla and Jaskier from harm; it would kill him more if you had the plausibility to meet death without even coming home to your homeland.

"Destiny will always come to you, Witcher," Durriken cheerfully muttered in spite of Geralt's gloomy state; his smile never faltering, "---As much as the princess did,"

The witcher languidly closed his eyes; asking himself what he has done to receive all kind of destiny thay gives him a rough time. "Once...is enough," he seethed through gritted teeth. Annoyance ticking his features, "Twice is destiny playing fucking tricks on me,"

"It's been two years, Witcher. The elvens; they will never cease." Durriken announced as a matter of fact, trying to remember his dreams that he wanted to forget because it never fails to happen. "---Say, that elfin of yours isn't from our world, aye?" the latter added with a cunning smirk, "---She has created more chaos to our dimension. Opening a door to the continent which has never been seen before,"

Geralt's forehead creased a lot more to what he was saying, looking completely at loss. Never trying to look guilty that you actually really didn't come from their world. He didn't know if Durriken was just guessing or not and he didn't want to be cocksure.

Durriken continued, his voice lowering a pitch as he whispered; "---It is like a whole new era to the conjunction of spheres. Revealing unaccustomed beasts you haven't seen nor fought with, but has all been taught back in Kaer Morhen," he leaned his elbows on the table, pursing his lips as he eyed the witcher who gave him his unconcerned attention.

"---Her existence has created more beasts that cannot be slayed nor controlled. Warning mages, elders and sorceresses from other peculiar changes," pause. "---She shouldn't be here. But, your future has made everything possible, Witcher."

On the spur of the moment, the grandsire looked around as he was trying to find someone. Also, getting a gist of an uncomfortable feeling and a blurry image of his future. His ability already has certain limitations he couldn't control rather than years ago when he was younger.

"---Only one wish shall be required for it to be permanent," he suddenly blurted out of nowhere, eyes falling at the scowling, confused, ivory haired witcher.

"Durriken, you are talking shit," Geralt grumbled beneath his armored chest, a brow raising for the incredulity slipping through the man's words.

"I am a fortune teller, am I not?" Durriken boastfully affirmed with a shaky chuckle, "---When do I fail at reading the future?"

"Today, you are." the witcher mumbled beneath his deep breath, shaking his head at the fortune teller's intuitions.

Durriken was tapping on the table with his index finger as he looked away; like he was lost in his own world. The old man breathed a deep one as he closed his eyes and felt his temples twitching; trying to remember his dreams despite of how blurry in ended, leaving answers to himself that he couldn't quite understand, "Keep her away from a cunning queen and a greedy sorceress," he admitted with a whisper, "They'll know her existence and it'll bring you a much more unfortunate fate, Geralt of Rivia,"

The witcher studied him, waiting for him to laugh out loud for all the lies he had said. However, he received none and only a smile that tells him that Durriken was never lying from the start. His statements were processing inside his head; thinking so hard on how it was possible. You, a mere human who suddenly popped out of nowhere now had a destiny linked to his.

Impossible.

"Witchers are known to have no emotions," the ginger head, old bloke shared with no shame, "---Yet, I never believed that. You have been capable of achieving more, Geralt." he'd snapped his head to look out the door as a barbaric combatant or considering a root of the kingdom's military forces sauntered in; they were some of the people doing the dirty work and Durriken knew what was happening like he had seen this already, "---She is about to be taken as a strumpet right now by the Kaedwenias," he continued to fixate his eyes on the gallant who loudly demanded for Ale towards his older daughter at the bar.

Fate moves in mysterious ways. He'd believed that when he'd seen the witcher's future turn exactly the way he saw it; seeing how it molded and bended his beliefs like no other was a miracle. Durriken subtly pointed at the door with his thumb as he saw Geralt's face mask with aggravation, shock and disbelief. "---With your Cirilla outside. Yet, she has been saved by the purity and selflessness of your woman's heart. You owe her your life because your Cirilla was close to being captured,"

The witcher hurriedly stood up in a trice at the aforementioned warning; heedless of Durriken's smile that was filled with felicity and mischief; a mix of both when he noticed how Geralt grew tense; letting the fortune naturally go like he eventually does.

"---You will love her like no other," the fortune teller promptly delievered with sincerity. Geralt halted from drifting away, his wide-width shoulders on display as he never saw how the witcher's face was now filled with bother and perplexity.

"---Nevertheless, your beautiful destiny is always masked with an unbearable truth and thus waiting for a price to pay, Witcher."

PLEASE DON’T BE SHY AND SCREAM YOUR FEEDBACKS TO ME, TATER TOTS! HEEHEE! THANK YOU! I JUST WANNA BE Y/N SO BAD. 😂😥😣

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binch-i-might-be · 3 years ago

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but how does alexander BREATHE??????? like, I've heard that you're not supposed to wear an actual binder for more than 8 hours and you can't exercise or work out at ALL, plus you can't sleep

so not only is your lil hammy boi binding with B A N D A G E S (which are very dangerous but ig there was no option back then) but he also has to do all that military shit?!?!?!?! HOW DOES THIS MAN BREATHE?? ARE HIS LUNGS OKAY? GIVE HIM SOME WATER PLEASE

also, how did alex come out? like, ik how he did it to washingdad but there must have been people who knew about general washington's children. how did they explain away the fact that they suddenly didn't have a daughter anymore?

also, does alex in your fic have long hair or short hair? it was mentioned in Alexander that he cut it, right? but since this is the musical fic he would have a ponytail as he does onstage? or did you make him have short hair? i was wondering because, y'know, dysphoria n shit

oh and another thing. so did john previously had ANY knowledge at all of transgender people's existence, or did he just basically understand that his bf was not born as a guy and was completely fine with it?

btw this is the same fanfic-reading anon who threatened to throw you into a canyon, I've returned with a slightly less passive-aggressive tone and more questions hehe

HI BESTIE SO GOOD TO SEE YOU

love how you always just get straight to the point lmao

oh, you should ABSOLUTELY not wear a binder for more than eight hours at a time, and exercise and sleep is a big nono!

the answer is of course... breathing exercises. lots and lots of breathing exercises :')

don't get me wrong that little fool was definitely on the verge of just passing out before in battle, and he did walk away with severe bruising every time, no matter how loose he was binding :/

as an aide he has to basically sit all day, so that's a bit better! it's still far from perfect tho

okay, how did he come out to like, people adjacent to his family?

he didn't :) lemme explain:

you got little eleven/twelve year old Alexander, hair freshly cut and in new fancy Boy Clothes™, going about his business around town with his Pa.

so. people will obviously see them. people know the Washingtons; they're good citizens, honest, fair, Washington let's older kids of the locals work summers on his plantation to get them some income, which is a sweet gig! they are a valued part of society!

...Washington did come home from an employment with a child a few years ago. a little girl. no one ever addressed it, but it was pretty clear she was his bastard. ah well. the child was obviously born before he got married, so he didn't cheat on his wife. they could forgive that.

so. now that little girl looks like a boy.

people attempt to ask him about it! tell him "yo George idk if you've noticed but your daughter is wearing pants"

Washington just stands there, says "his name is Alexander" and. stares. stares like only a military commander can, straight into the person's soul, daring them to say anything else, give him a reason to put them on his shitlist.

they all learn very quickly not to mention it :)

Alex has long hair! I mean kinda, just a little longer than shoulder-length. back then, it was typical for men to have somewhat long hair, right? it's just not as long as a woman might wear it :)

it wasn't that John straight up knew about the concept, but as I've stated before, for him as a gay man, it's not a difficult connection to make, so yeah, he basically just accepted it!

also I love the headcanon that's actually based in history that his little sister Polly struggled with gender, so he would have some framework of that concept already psst my homie @quillsink is working on a very angsty fic about historical John and Polly rn ;)

I love you either way, anon! you are always welcome here, with questions or just to threaten to yeet me into a canyon <3

#oop this is kinda long sry my dudes :)#honestly i love these questions #they make me think!#and it gave me the perfect opportunity to share that thing about washington..... i really wanted to tell someone lmao #anon #ask #trust 'verse #trans alexander hamilton #george washington #john laurens #george washingdad

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cutesuki--bakugou · 5 years ago

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Your husband is cloned by a quirk and you just so happen to love that. So what do you do? The only thing that makes sense, of course.

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Sex (anal and vaginal), DP, foreplay, blowjob, throat fucking, vulgar phrases and words Words: 4681 Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki (x2) x Fem! Reader

a/n: I’m sorry if it’s a bit confusing to tell the difference between clone and real Bakugou. I have it set up like Bakugou = Real. Katsuki = Clone. The reader specifies it as well to try and clear some stuff up. But yeah, this is the naughtiest thing I’ve written in a while and I took some risks, hopefully it works out and y’all enjoy it! Don’t forget to read past the “Read More”!

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Edit: I forgot to add the anon that requested and inspired this lovely idea, I’m sorry! Thank you so much for sending this in! (⋟﹏⋞)

Being married to the explosive Bakugou Katsuki, there is very little that surprises you. That man, as hot headed and rough around the edges as he could be, was always surprising you in one way or another in the forms of sentimental gestures and words that no other person alive was ever meant to hear. Along with being married to him, you were more involved in the life of pro heros than you ever really expected to be, as in his late twenties, he was very quickly becoming a prominent name and popular icon. A new quirk or odd behavior was always expressed to you by him when he arrived home, as he always had something new to rant about. But this… this was not something that you were familiar with. The fact that you were staring at two sets of glaring crimson eyes made you almost feel faint, tempted to shut the door and reopen it just to make sure you weren't hallucinating.

“Katsuki…” You stared up at the one you assumed to be the original, as he was dressed in the clothes he had left in that morning, while the other was in some outfit you had never seen before. “Why… What- I mean… There are two of you.” You gestured from one to the other and back again with an accusatory pointed finger, gaining an annoyed and almost simultaneous click of the tongue from both blondes before you.

“No shit.” The original barked in an annoyed huff, placing a rough hand on your arm to urge you out of the way so they could enter. You followed direction, watching them shuffle in through the door before shutting and locking it into place.

“How are there two of you? Why are there two of you? Which is the real one?”

“I am!” With a point to his own face, Bakugou glowered down at you, the familiar snarl and wedding ring on his finger calming your initial fears. The other Bakugou, who stood awkwardly off to the side, wasn’t wearing a ring and he also gave off a different… energy to the original. It was obvious that he was confused and out of place, though he glanced around at both the environment and at you with a sense of familiarity. Before you could really even say anything else, your husband snatched you by the arm and dragged you off to a different room, making you stumble over your feet for a second before catching your footing.

“No need to drag me around Katsuki—”

Bakugou brought a finger to his lips, hushing you with an urgency that spiked a bit of annoyance in you. All you knew at this point was that he had better start explaining himself quickly before you got frustrated, and the look on your face must have told him that as he began to spill his guts to you.

“Sorry. Look, while I was out at a call, a villain touched me and used their quirk on me to try and catch me off guard. It didn’t work, but it did make him. He is literally me, down to memories and feelings. We have to get rid of him!”

A frown crossed your lips as you glanced out of the doorway, seeing the clone wander about while looking at pictures along the wall. “He’s… not having like a crisis or something? I’m surprised he’s not upset.”

Bakugou shook his head, letting his hands fall down your arms to tenderly hold your hands. “After the villain was caught, she explained her quirk… They may be exactly like me, but they won’t ever realize they’re going to fuck off when they fall asleep. Fuck off as in… turn into a doll. And even though he has all my memories and shit he’s… very compliant.”

“Hm… When he falls asleep he’s gonna turn into a doll? Why don’t we just let him hang around until night time, and he’ll go to sleep. I don’t want you to attack him and knock him out or anything… That’s so mean.” You squeezed his fingers as you tried to have him understand your point of view. “If he’s literally you, then he probably feels really comfortable here. What a shame for his final moments of existence to be fear or pain.”

Bakugou glowered down at you, obviously annoyed with your empathy. “So what, you want to invite him to have dinner and watch TV with us and share our bed?”

“It’s technically his bed, too. He’s you.” You gave a very nonchalant shrug, ignoring the frustrated furrow of your lovers brow. “I don’t want you to hurt him. We should make his only day alive something enjoyable. Let’s go talk to him.”

“Babe—” Bakugou sighed as you walked away from him, towards the clone that instantly peered down at you curiously. He seemed genuinely happy at the smile on your face, and though you could tell he wanted to, he was reluctant to touch you. Fiddling with your nails as you came to stand in front of him, you gave a small cough to clear your throat, glancing back at the real Bakugou as he glared at you from his spot learning against the doorframe.

“So, uhm…” You began, turning your attention to the Bakugou in front of you. “Things can get a little confusing I think, so… How about I call you Katsuki, and him Bakugou.” As you addressed them, you gestured to them, feeling your cheeks flush a bit at how ridiculous you sounded. “I’m used to calling him Katsuki, but it’ll be okay for now. I’ll try not to get you mixed up. Deal?” You glanced back again at Bakugou who merely shrugged in an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ manner, while Katsuki in front of you gave a calm nod.

“Sure, [Name]. I, oh fuck, sorry—” Having unconsiciously placed his hand on your arm, Katsuki quickly pulled it away as you gave a small flinch in surprise. With this, you saw a flash of confusion and defeat across his face, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to do that. Well, of course he hadn’t. To him, you were his lover, his wife and you loved each other fiercely. Physical touch was important between you and Bakugou, and so you knew that it was just as important to Katsuki. Still, you felt conflicted yourself. You could feel the tension from behind you, fuming off of your husband like it was a tangible object. A clone of himself or not, you knew that he wasn’t going to just let another man touch you.

Deciding to change the subject, you motioned towards the bedroom with a small nod of your head, prompting Katsuki to follow you. “Come on. How about you both get comfortable and we can, uhm… Make dinner, I guess.”

Bakugou pushed himself up off the doorframe, entering the room before either of you. “I get my tank and shorts, got it?!”

Katsuki scoffed, reaching behind him to pull his shirt up and over his head. “Whatever, I don’t give a fuck, I’m not going to fight with myself over clothes.”

“Hey, hey, chill. Please.” You placed a hand on Bakugou’s arm to calm him, though by the click of his tongue you got in response, it didn’t work. “You have plenty of clothes to share. Just pick an outfit.” At this point, you already felt like you were babysitting, taking a step back as the two grown men bickered over what comfortable clothes the other wanted. Though, their huffing and puffing wasn’t really what was on your mind. Looking at them, both shirtless now, you felt a heat spread through your cheeks and down to your toes. You had two versions of your husband in your house, both of them who knew who you were and loved you equally. One was definitely in a better mood than the other, but that only made it better.

You couldn’t stop the thoughts and visions flashing through your mind of both men pleasuring you from all sides, one fucking you from behind while the other made you gag on his cock. They were identical, down to the scars and minute imperfections on their skin. You couldn’t resist the sinful thoughts, especially as they continued stripping and changing. The instant Katsuki’s gaze landed on you, catching you staring, you took in a breath and shuffled away, mumbling something about having to go to the restroom. Shutting the door a bit too loudly, you leaned against it, placing a hand on your chest as you tried to calm your heavy breathing and racing heart.

You almost lost it there, [Name]. You gotta calm down, there’s no way the original is gonna fall for a threesome. But this is a once in a lifetime thing! To be fucked by double Katsuki’s… What a dream—

There was a sudden rough knock on the door, startling you so badly that you almost screamed out loud. Heart now racing even worse, you took a few deep breaths, opening the door to peek out. You could instantly see that it was Bakugou, his wedding ring gleaming against the light as his hand came to rest on the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, babe?”

Opening up the door just a bit more, you allowed him to stand halfway inside so you could whisper to each other. You kept yourself close to him, tenderly caressing his upper arm as you let out a trembling breath. “I’m fine, I’m fine. It’s just… This is a lot to take in all the sudden in a… different way.”

“Different way?” With a cocked eyebrow, he glanced over your body, noticing the timid stance and erect nipples behind the thin cloth of your t-shirt. Your flushed face and pounding heartbeat were dead giveaways as well, though instead of his usual smirk at realizing your current state, he narrowed his eyes at you. “Are you horny?!”

“Shh!” You reached up and covered his mouth, standing on your tiptoes to look out and make sure you weren’t being listened to. “Don’t say it so loud.”

“So you are.” Bakugou continued when you removed your hand, giving a small shrug. “Well let me in there, we’ll fuck real quick and get to— ah, wait!” Now, he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, shutting the door behind him. In the same moment, he pressed you up against it, forcing a gasp from your lips as his leg wedged firmly into place between yours. He liked to do this, pin you up against whatever solid surface he could and tease the hell out of you, until you were writhing and begging for him to fuck you. Though, this was a bit different, as his glare showed little signs of the typical lust you were familiar with seeing.

“You little slut. You want to fuck both of us, don’t you?” With your hard swallow and guilty gaze, a smirk finally crossed his lips, gripping your chin to force you to look up at him. “I should've known you were going to be like that. You’re so obsessed with the way I fuck you, there’s no way you wouldn’t want it from two of me. What were you thinking, hm? A cock in your ass and your cunt?” His hand began to travel down your body, teasing you with just a hit of that rough touch you craved. “Like hell I’m going to share you with anyone, not even a version of myself.”

“Why not, Katsuki?” Your eyes darted from his face down his his hips, able to see his erect member pressing against the fabric of his sweatpants. “It would be fun. And so sexy… imagine me, kneeling on the floor, face covered in your cum. Letting you take turns fucking my throat.” Clutching onto his shirt tightly with one hand, you let the other slip between your bodies, slowly and firmly palming his member through the fabric of his bottoms. “You’re already rock hard thinking about it.”

“You think you could handle it?” Bakugou pressed his leg further up between yours to press against your sex, prompting you to eagerly grind your hips. “I leave you ruined just on my own. I don’t think you’d be able to take it. You’d be begging for mercy.”

“You underestimate me, love. The only thing I’d be begging for is more.” You tugged him in closer, catching his lips in a heated kiss. In that same second, you were in his arms, pressed up against the door. Keeping yourself latched to him with your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you sighed softly at the feeling of his member pressing into your sex, wishing despirately to feel him inside you. While one arm kept you firmly in position, the other hand was free to roam, his rough and calloused palm sliding up your bare thigh. His touch was like fire, telling you just how seriously turned on he was, too. Just maybe you could get him to agree… after letting him have a little fun on his own first.

“Please,” you moaned breathlessly into the kiss, reaching down between your bodies to slip his manhood free from his clothes. “I need to feel you inside me. Right now.” As you moved your poor excuse for pajama shorts and underwear side, Bakugou complied, shifting your body just enough to slip himself inside you. You felt every inch of your body tingle in excitement and pleasure, your heart racing at the sound of his groan against your cheek. He may have teased you about being obsessed with the way he made love to you, but you knew that he was just as addicted. Even though he put on a tough show, you could easily make him do whatever you begged for, like he was wrapped around your little finger. A simple touch or glance could have him immediately wanting you, and now that you had him this far, you knew that you could weasel your way into adding another cock to the party.

You didn’t have much time to contemplate exactly how you would pull that off, distracted as he began to thrust his hips, fucking you at a rough and hard pace that made the wooden door at your back sqeak and rattle with each movement. Every inch of him vanished within your depths with each stroke, fogging your mind to everything but the irresistible pleasure. You were so engrossed, in fact, that you didn’t hear footsteps approaching the door from the other side, only able to focus on Bakugou’s lips and teeth against your skin.

Suddenly, you felt an emptiness at your back and a wash of cold air swallow you both as the door to the restroom was swung open rapidly. With a squeal from your lips and a sharp inhale from Bakugou, you began to tumble backwards at the loss of support. Though, just as soon as it had gone, it was back again, though the presence that you found your back against was more familiar and warm than the cold wooden door. You were now pressed against Katsuki’s chest, his hands gripping onto your upper arms tightly to support the weight of both of you.

“Hey, what the fuck?!” Bakugou barked at his mirror image, glaring at Katsuki over the top of your head. “Get that smirk off your face asshole, who the fuck invited you?!”

“[Name] did. You think I didn’t hear you two talking in there or could tell what she was thinking?” Katsuki’s hands slid under your arms, gripping and squeezing your breasts roughly. You couldn’t resist a soft gasp, the mutual feeling of Bakugou inside you and now Katsuki’s hands on you making your head swim. “I saw her staring at us. Just like you, I know exactly what she wanted. And you weren’t exactly subtle, fucking against the door like that. It’s like you wanted me to notice.”

Trembling, you clutched onto Bakugou’s shoulders tightly, lightly rocking your hips to move him within you. “You two stop fighting and just fuck me already!”

Bakugou complied without a moment's hesitation, using Katsuki’s leverage to keep you stable. Your voice squeaked out in pleasure as you laid your head back, catching Katsuki’s gaze. The lust in his crimson glare was so clear, feeling a heat rush to your face as he smirked against your cheek, one hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “That’s it, babe,” He hissed in your ear, making your heart flutter violently. His other hand left your breast and vanished elsewhere for a moment, and you could only hope that he was preparing himself for what you wanted most. “You’re such a naughty little bitch. Tell me what you want.”

As Katsuki’s lips came to hover near yours, you could feel it, the hard presence of his cock against your ass as it bounced with Bakugou’s thrusts. The fire inside you began to swell, unable to tear your eyes away from your lovers clone and his hypnotizing crimson glare. “I-I want you both! I want your cock in my ass— ah!” Your voice squeaked as Bakugou increased his speed and roughness, pulling your attention to him.

“Beg harder, babygirl. Beg like the cock hungry slut you are!”

You knew exactly how he wanted you to talk, how filthy he wanted you to be, and it wasn’t something you were going to resist. “P-please, fuck me in my cunt and my ass! Fill me up and use me!”

Again, your pathetic excuse for clothing was moved aside, with Bakugou pausing just long enough to let Katsuki sink his length into your ass. You and Bakugou were no strangers to anal sex, so it wasn’t as if that was what shocked you. No, it was the feeling being completely full, not a single inch of you untouched. There was new pleasures you had never felt before, the heat inside you almost unbearable, and yet, you loved it. Pressed between these two men, who were alike in every sense of the word, cocooned you in warmth, bringing an odd sense of sleepiness to your mind. That is, until they began to move, very quickly finding a rhythm. They didn’t alternate like you expected. Instead, they matched each others pace, making you melt into puddy in their hands.

Trapped in their arms, you couldn’t move, only able to anchor yourself to something with your hands, which clutched onto Bakugou’s shirt and shoulders. Just from the look on his face, you could tell that it felt different for him as well, though in what way you couldn’t really imagine. All you cared about was the fact that he was enjoying it, and so was Katsuki from the groans and soft curses you heard near your ear. Within no time, you could feel it, the pleasure building into a ball in your core, until it exploded in a rush of moans, trembling and uncontrollable jerks of your body.

“Oh fuck, babygirl, that’s it,” Katsuki purred in your ear, both men having to stop from the pressure of your contracting walls. “You’re such a good girl.” Through your panting and soft gasps, Katsuki turned your head with a push of his thumb, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth instantly, forcing you into that submission that you loved and leaving you breathless.

“She’s gotten off too easy,” Bakugou huffed, removing himself from inside you and leaving you aching for his return. “Put her ass on the bed.”

Complying, Katsuki released your lips and removed himself from you as well, taking on the full weight of your body to walk you over to the bed. Dropping you onto the mattress, you bounced with the impact, gazing up at both men expectantly. Smirk on his lips, Bakugou removed his shirt, coming to stand at the side of the bed. Without questioning or waiting for instruction, you scooted your body closer, instantly taking his hard and throbbing cock into your mouth as you rolled over onto your stomach. Propping yourself up on your arms, you lovingly tended to his member, running your tongue along the underside and stroking him with that firm grip you knew he loved. With a pleasured sigh, Bakugou ran his fingers through your hair, stopping at the base of your head to apply pressure to keep you from going anywhere.

Taking a curious glance up at his face, you could instantly tell why, his gaze following Katsuki as he climbed onto the bed behind you. Eager hands gripped your ass, squeezing and spreading you open, even though you still had your shorts and underwear on. “What a filthy little slut you are, drenched through your clothes like that.” A hard smack to your ass followed his words, making you squeak and unconsciously take Bakugou’s cock deeper into your mouth. After another rough slap, your clothes were pulled down, leaving you exposed to him. The chill of the room was short lived as he slipped his cock between your legs, urging you to squeeze them together before he began thrusting his hips. The way his cock stroked against your clit sent tingles across your skin, your moans muffled by the dick in your mouth. The more pleasure you received, the more you gave, turning Bakugou into his own panting and grunting mess.

Eventually, with a tight grip of your hair, you knew what was about to happen. Removing your hands from him, you kept your mouth and head loose for him, allowing him to thrust his hips. He was going slow at first, like he usually did, soaking in the feeling of his tip pressing into the back of your throat. You could barely register the sounds coming from behind you, merely following direction as you were told to squeeze your thighs together tighter.

Bakugou scoffed, glaring at his clone with a smug smirk on his lips. “What’s wrong, you fucker? About to cum already?”

You gave a muffled squeal as Katsuki increase the roughness of his thrusts, feeling yourself about to peak again just from the stroking of your clit. “Whether you’re in or not, she’s going to be covered in cum by the time I’m done with her. I’ll cum as many times as I fucking feel like.” With a shuddering of your body as you came, you were given some reprieve from the cock in your mouth to breathe, fighting between coughing and moaning as you stroked Bakugou’s length in the meantime. As you were still cumming, you felt a hot release all over your legs, listening as Katsuki grunted with his own release. It coated your thighs and cunt, surprising you a bit with how much there seemed to be. With a heavy sigh, Katsuki took a moment to recover, spreading his cum across your pussy with his thumb. “What a pretty sight.”

Before you could even think of a response, Bakugou forced his cock back into your mouth, fucking your throat at his own pace and roughness. You couldn’t even react to the sudden feeling of Katsuki’s cock sinking into your pussy, fucking you from behind at an equally rough pace. It was exactly as you had imagined, a mixture of pleasure and pain that had your eyes rolling back, once again completely at their mercy. Every inch of your body felt more sensitive than it ever had before, even your nipples as they scraped against the fabric of your shirt enough to add to the pleasure.

“You want my cum all over your face, babygirl? Or do you want to swallow it?” Bakugou didn’t give you any chance to even answer, coming to his own conclusion just from the pleading furrow of your brow and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to feel it on your skin, to have him dirty you up as his counterpart had. You wanted to feel the heat of his essence on you, to watch his face as he jacked off on your face. So, that is what you received, with Bakugou removing himself from your mouth at the last moments. He gave you just enough time to open your mouth wide, catching what little bit of his cum on your tongue that you could while your body rocked with Katsuki’s thrusts.

Leaning his head back as he came, Bakugou’s smirk spread, watching your body for a moment before he gripped your chin, giving Katsuki a quick glance that told him to stop. The clone did so, slowly removing himself from within you before filling you back up again in slow and teasing thrusts. Using his thumb, Bakugou spread his cum across your cheek and to your lips, allowing you to lick and suck it off his fingers.

“You like the taste of my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes,” You answered breathlessly, staring up at him through blurry and teary vision. “I love it. I love your cum—” Your voice hitched as Katsuki removed himself from your pussy, sinking his cock instead into your ass as deep as it would go. Once done, he grabbed your arms and shifted your positions, laying down as he pulled your body back against his. Understanding, you kept your legs open and displayed, panting as you smiled up at Bakugou.

“C’mon, love. I want you both to fuck me until you’ve had enough. I told you I could take it.”

And so you did, for hours you were treated how you had wanted to be, subdued and ravaged until your limbs were sore and body was sticky with cum and sweat. Both men had plenty to give and were just as eager to pleasure you, giving you everything you had ever wanted out of the experience. When you finally had enough was in the shower, as Bakugou enjoyed using the strongest setting of the removable shower head on your clit while they both fucked you mercilessly. You were positive that you had never had such a powerful orgasm, even sure that your mind had gone black for a few seconds as you came, pressed between their bodies just like when you had started.

Now cleaned and so worn out you couldn’t quite move your legs, Bakugou carried you to the bed once dried off, shoving the dirtied comforter off the bed to leave mostly clean sheets for you to lay on. As he sat you down, he softly moved some hair out of your face, kissing your lips sweetly. “How was that, you stupid girl? Got your fill?”

Smiling, you shook your head, gaining a confused cock of his eyebrow. With a wave of your arm to call Katsuki over as well, you patted both sides of the bed. “I want double cuddles.”

“At the same time?” Both men huffed in similar tones simultaneously, making you giggle.

“Yes! C’mon, lay with me.”

Giving each other annoyed glances, both of them crawled into bed on either side of you. While you stayed on your back, they both squeezed in close, with Bakugou’s face resting in your hair while Katsuki pressed his lips against your cheek, showering you in soft and gentle kisses. Your heart fluttered from the sweet affection of both men, feeling for the moment that you were the luckiest woman in the world. Even if it was just for the evening, having two living version of your husband there to love you was something that you would never forget. It was sad to lose one of them, which was the particularly more affectionate one at the moment, but at least you had given him an enjoyable existence.

“I love you.” You spoke softly, already beginning to feel sleep pulling at your mind as you reached up to softly stroke both of their cheeks.

“I love you, too.” Both spoke in unison, filling your last waking moment for the evening with a fluffy and warm sense of love that would carry you on into your dreams.

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demivampirew · 5 years ago

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"You're not getting rid of me that easily"

August Walker x Reader

Triggers: Smut; self-pleasuring- s&m; drinkin; stalking.

Disclaimer: I’m not a huge fan of MI, so my knowledge is pretty limited so I tried my best 😁. Btw, when I said that I’m getting everytime more and more comfortable writing smut is no joke. 😂 🤣 I guess practice makes perfect (?).

I think I might do a second part, but I’ll see.

August ordered a beer. He was tired and frustrated. He'd come up with different ideas of how to free Lane, but the asshole was acting like a stubborn child and wanted to blame Hunt for everything. He had better things to do that being caught in a revenge fantasy, but like it or not, he needed Lane to be free. Three beers later, he started to feel the effects of alcohol starting to work. It's been a really long time since he allowed himself to consume drinks that might lower his senses. He knew too much, he needed to be always at the top of his game. He wouldn't risk a drunk mistake ruin his cover. He planned to finish the last beer and leave to the place in London in which he was hiding with the IMF team to carry the plan that will doom Ethan Hunt and his mates. At least that was the plan until he saw you. Gorgeous, wearing a black tight cocktail dress. Beautiful hair, stunning smile. You were chatting with two friends, enjoying a sweet drink when unintentionally looked at the man, sitting next to the bar, staring at you. He was had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, a moustache and even though he was sitting, you could tell he was tall. He was ripped but didn't dress to presume that. His clothing was rather formal than anything. Maybe he's a bodyguard or something like that, you thought. There was something dangerous about him. You only needed one peek into his eyes to know that he was bad news. Getting laid wasn't exactly in August's plans, but he needed to release some tension and he everything going on, he hadn't had the time to be with a woman in a minute. So "what the hell," he thought, he wouldn't miss his chance with you. He ordered three drinks like the one that you were drinking and made the waitress delivered to you and your friends. Your friends were quite excited by the attention of this guy and waved to him with big smiles on their faces. You, on the other hand, slightly nodded in his direction to thank him for the drink and continued talking to your friends ignoring him completely. He tensed his jaw in a sign of frustration but didn't give up. He stood up, picked up his trenchcoat and walk towards you. Your friend noticed him and said "he's coming" and began to push up her bra to make her breasts seem bigger. You saw him approach you and rolled your eyes annoyed. - Hello ladies.- he greeted like a true gentleman would do. - Hi! Thank you for the drinks.-said your friends on a unison. They sounded like valley girls. You limited yourself to raise your drink and give him a slight smirk in a way to thank him for the drink. - Instead of thanking me why don't you share your beautiful names with me?- he asked smiling. He looked like a friendly devil. - My name is Angela.- said your friend next to you, then she pointed to your other friend- She's Victoria and she's ...- continued and she pointed at you a was about to reveal your name when you interrupted her-. -Lara. My name is Lara.- you told him convincingly. Your friend looked at you confused and August realized by the awkward look you and your friend gave each other that it's not a real name the one you gave him. But that was okay with him, he didn't need to know who you were, he was planning to spend the night with you a never cross paths again. - Pretty name. - August reply. -Thanks. - Do you want another drink? I could order it for you? -he asked and you weren't sure if he was referring to all of you or just yourself because he had his eyes fixed on you. - What we want it's for you to leave. - you answered firmly. -Y/...Lara!- she was about to reveal your true name but then corrected herself with the fake name you provided before- That's not polite! - What it's not polite is to buy drinks to women to try to get them into your bed. Sorry, Mr Moustache, this is a girls night out, not men allow. I'm pretty sure you'll understand. So thank you for the previous drink and the offering, but no, thanks.- you told him with a defiant look to let him know you weren't someone he would like to mess with. He pressed his lips in a sign of disappointment and left the bar. After he left, you had to listen to your friend lecture you on how to be a polite person and later it was your turn to reprimand them for being way too friendly with a complete stranger. After the exchange of words, you were laughing again. An hour later, you left the place. Now, you were wearing a fancy black coat and a nice silk scarf to cover your neck. You were walking in the empty streets in London. August followed you, with a reasonable distance so you wouldn't notice him but not too far away that he might miss you. He followed you a couple of streets and then he turned around the corner, following your path, but you were out of his sight. "Fuck," he said. He stood right there trying to see what direction might have you taken when he sensed something and turned around just in time to grab your arm and make you throw away the pepper spray that you had in your hand. Then he caught your other arm before you hit him with your purse. - I'm not going to hurt you.- he told you annoyed - You're stalking me! - you screamed. - Yes, but I not going to do anything against your will or hurt you, so stop screaming like a maniac before someone call the police.-he ordered you. Calling the police would be the better thing to do, you knew that, but something in you decided to obey him.- I'm going to set you free, but you have to promise me not to run o scream again, ok?- you didn't speak, just nodded and he freed your hands. He took off his CIA identification and showed to you.- Do you see? I work for the CIA. I'm a good guy, there's nothing to be afraid. - Just because you're a cop doesn't mean that you're good. - I'm not a cop. I'm a CIA agent. - Potato, potahto. - you said like if you couldn't care less. - Why are you following me? - Because I'm having an awful time.- he said with anger- I'm having a fucking hard time and I saw you and I thought that maybe being with you could make things a little better but you're making things even more complicated. Now, I would not be able to concentrate on the important job that I have to do because I'll be thinking that you fucking rejected me. - I'm sorry, I'm just not interested. - I think you are.- he replied - You're not my type. - Are you sure?- he questioned as he pulled you against the wall and touched your lips with his thumb, putting his face so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath. - You said you weren't going to do anything against my will.-you remembered him. - Tell me that you don't want this? - he defied you. - I don't- you told him and he bent his head and screamed "fuck" so hard that scared you, but he set you free. He started to walk away, leaving you there. -August! Wait! - you called him and he turned and made his way back to you. You took your scarf and handed to him. - What's this for?- He asked you -To cover your eyes. I'm not letting you know where I live.- He was ok with that. You two stood there as you waited for a car to pick you up. Soon enough, a Rolls Royce Phantom VIII showed up and you helped August sit on the back and then you took a place by his side. The car began the travel to your place. - Who's driven the car? - August asked.- Are we in a taxi? - No. My driver is driving the car. Now, shut up and stop asking questions. You reached your place and you took him to your bedroom upstairs. It was a big house, so there were a lot of stairs. Of course, he asked you about that but you decided to ignore him. Once on your room, you took a chair and made him sit on it. He was about to take off the scarf but you stopped him and grabbed both of his arms and cuffed both of his hands on his back. Something in you knew that you were lucky that he wasn't expecting that and that he probably liked you too much to hurt you, otherwise you probably would be seriously hurt by now by even trying that. You told him to relax, that everything was okay. You let him know that you'd be back in a minute and left him alone in there. When you came back, you were wearing a tight latex black strapless dress and long high hills boots. You unbuttoned his shirt and then took off the scarf that was covering his eyes. He scanned the room. Was big as a regular size house, with a king-size bed covered with nice curtains. The place looked like a palace. - So you're rich.- August said amused. - Very. - You replied. He saw you and what you were wearing and noticed that in your had you had a leather paddle whip. You came closer and started to give him slight touches with it on his chest, arms and legs. On one occasion, you hit him hard with it and he protested but you just grinned and continue. After having your fun with the whip, you toss it out and sat on his lap facing him and started to scratch his chest with your nails. First softly and then pressing your nails harder and harder on his chest, leaving red marks. You bit his lower lip, hard enough that you could taste blood. He was desperate to set himself free, but he was enjoying it. You could feel his erection growing. You stood up, open a drawer in your closet and grabbed a box. You sat on the edge of the bed, facing August, who was sitting right in front of you and forced him to watch you lick and suck a rubber cock that you had for self-pleasuring. After that, you put a vibrator inside of you and moan louder and louder as you reach climax. After you reached your orgasm you touch yourself and walk towards August. You put your wet fingers on his lips and he sucked them, looking at you full of desire and anger for not let him be a part of the action. - That's all you get, Mr Walker. Did you really think that you could just fuck me to release tension and leave? I'm not that kind of woman. Now, you got the change to get a taste of me, now I guess its time for you to leave. Bye, August. - you said and he felt a slight puncture and soon enough he was asleep. August woke up in a hotel room. The receptionist said that someone paid cash for him to stay in that room and explain that he was asleep because he was drunk, but did not give his name. "His name," August thought. "Maybe she made the driver take me here" he reasoned. Great! That's exactly what he needed. With everything going on, now he had that fucking woman on his head and he wanted to know who the hell she was. But he'll have to deal with that later because he had to hurry to meet with the IMF so they could carry on with the plans.

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theyearsiturnedintoaghost · 3 years ago

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Hello, Is This Thing On?

Hi! (as mentioned above). Do people still use this thing? I have no idea. Years ago, and I do mean YEARS ago, I had one of these. I didn’t use it for much, just reposting things, following humans I’d met in online communities, a ‘celebrity’ here or there, sometimes screaming about shit I couldn’t control into the void that is the endless scrolling interweb, and being pointless in wasting my time between classes, work, and twenty-something. Regardless, my previous tumblr had minimal followers, made minimal impact, and that was okay. It was honestly just a nice place to sort of hide in plain sight. Still be part of a social world without actually having to do much. This was also pre a billion other apps and social media outlets to express yourself or scroll mindlessly at a million other pointless things that people were posting to make you giggle or even just stop for a second and think.

Clearly, the point of this, back then, felt like something I would use to help propel my writing career. Turns out, it did not. I did not write much, if at all. And most of the time I think it was because I was scared nothing was as good as any of the other stuff I was reading from people I liked, and thought were so much cooler and smarter than me; I still feel this way all of the time, but I do realize this was me being nervous, small minded about myself, and completely unconfident.

Unfortunately, I am still most of these things a lot of the time, but recently, after getting fired from a job, having my heart broken by pretty much everyone on the planet, especially a few specific people, cancelled by all of my friends (?) - this is a thing btw. (It’s not as awful as being cancelled publicly, but it does still ruin your life, mindset, confidence, and overall physical and mental wellbeing) Getting a new job, hating it and feeling like I was going no where, and missing out on living a life I felt proud of and that I was actively participating in, I decided maybe I should just try to write it all out and see what happens.

To be frank, I expect nothing of this. I can’t fathom a world where anything I have to say truly matters to people because lets be real - everyone has this own shit and everyone is going through so much all of the time. And we all think we have something new, quirky, interesting, and important to say. And in a world that constantly shoves perfection down our throats and works so hard to make each of us feel completely inadequate to every Kardashian, Beyonce, Grande, etc., it’s hard to really think that anything I have to say will matter to anyone; at all.

(I also hate that all of my ‘perfectionist’ people were female, but maybe it’s harder to compare to Golden Boys when you are a female. Either way, there are many boys/men/theys/thems that are put on a pedestal and made out to be perfect out there, as well, and they deserve that notation as well. I just have no points of reference off the top of my head, so please forgive me; I am trying to do this in a stream of consciousness type thing.)

I mean, the truth is, I’m a fucking mess. I’m 33, single, living at home, afraid of my own shadow most of the time, and spend about 98% of my time alone. I pay for a phone plan that I literally only use to send memes to my two sisters, and that’s about it. I rarely receive texts, invites out, or even calls to make plans for something. And while a lot of this is my own doing - again, I did cut off most of the world after I realized I was sort of the joke to a lot of people - it’s still kind of pathetic, and entirely uncool. I am not a socialite, or someone cool and trendy, and to be honest, I kind of never want to be.

Which is a semi-false statement, because years ago, when I had one of these previously, I sort of hoped it would work out and that I could write and be ‘cool.’ Whatever the fuck that means. But now, years later, I’m honestly beyond glad I am not cool; not in the slightest. Maybe that’s making it to your 30s? Maybe the trade for having to create a daily routine of lathering up my body with like 9 different versions of FDA-Approved-Vampire-Juice on my skin to prevent me from looking any older than I already do, you in turn get to have a brain that finally realizes... having a ‘normal’ life is honestly pretty cool? Normal is clearly subjective here as everyone is normal, famous, notoriety, or not; They’re all still humans and people with feelings, thoughts, and emotions. This is a hard thing to realize when you see stadiums full of people screaming at Harry Styles (Boom! found a male perfect in this scatterbrain) or hundreds of paparazzi lined up to take photos of every person on a red carpet wearing clothing that costs as much as my student loan debt (Which sidenote, is VERYYYYYY much). It’s hard to fully realize that maybe some of those people who became ‘icons’ never really knew what they were getting into when they signed that deal with the Devil to make them seemingly immortal; especially in a world with the internet where everything can exist forever (or until the world explodes, clearly). But maybe getting into my 30s and removing myself from most social media outlets, even listening to the news, or caring about whatever fucking popular haircut was in this season (it’s always bangs, and I’ve already made that mistake. No thanks), that I learned to realize - the truly most important people in your life are the ones that stick with you when it’s tough. When getting out of bed is so hard your limbs ache and you cry every morning on your way to work, at your desk behind your computer screen hidden in a corner, or in a bathroom stall during your lunch break. The normalcy that comes with realizing your prayers to ‘just make it to five o’clock,’ are heard and that you are just so thankful for that that you don’t even desire the innate feeling in most of our egos to stand out, be seen, ‘Make it’ in a way that lets people notice we ‘succeeded.’ Maybe this only comes with the realization of how nice it is to go to a grocery store braless and unnoticed.

Maybe this is also something I, and so many of us in this point and shoot viral world, are trying to still learn.

Sure, a lot of days I still crave being able to make a perfect Pintrest project, practice my Late Night interview with Letterman where I sound funny, charming, and likeable to all walks of life, or recreate a recipe from the New York Times website so great that The Barefoot Contessa finds out through word of mouth, and comes to my basement hide out, and offers to give me, a fellow barefoot loving bitch, her title and crown along with a glass of wine and a kiss from her husband, Jeffery. We’ll both laugh at how lovely it feels to be Barefoot ladies who understand that wanting ‘fame’ or ‘recognition’ in your twenties is only really a pathway to destruction by your 30s.

And this is not exactly something that I learned easy. In fact, I spent most of my twenties destroying my body with drugs - plenty of hard ones - and alcohol - various kinds of the same things - in order to numb my brain from the sadness that is just... being young, lonely, scared, unsure of yourself, and nervous that all of your hopes and expectations for yourself in your ‘dream life’ are too much for what you and your actual self will ever be capable of ever becoming. That I would never become the comedian I dreamed of being, or sing the perfect song in front of a crowd of admirers, or write that best selling book to tell everyone who thought I was nothing they could go fuck themselves. It’s something I still have to remind myself, and my brain and ego, that are most likely things I will never do because those are lottery dreams. And people you know don’t actually win the lottery. And at the end of the day, I am people you know. And sometimes it breaks my own heart to realize I may never feel that rush of making a crowd laugh, or creating a piece of art that makes someone feel seen, but as Pam, from The Office said, and I am paraphrasing, ‘there is beauty in ordinary things.’ And I think reminding myself of that as I sat on the beach this summer and watched a dad teach his son to surf, and how happy they both were when he got up, gave me that brief feeling of... being okay. I won’t lie, I did cry a little at this realization at that moment, and I am slightly teary now as I write it, but I think I’m not ashamed of that because being normal means I get to feel things as I do, in that moment, and that is something I think I lacked in my desiring-bigger-flashier- twenties; actually being present in the world and your place in it. Even if that is just as small as being kind to a random person on the street.

I think that is why everything I felt I wanted to write never came out correct. It never came out ‘Perfect.’ And that was my problem for most of my life, even up until today, I’m afraid that I am a perfectionist in the ways that are preventing me from becoming... me. I’m still fearful that I am too late in ever ‘accomplishing’ anything I ever dreamed. I doubt I will ever actually write a book. I’m unsure I’ll ever make a decent living. I am beyond doubtful I am ever going to be loveable to someone whom I also want to love back. And maybe I’m a little scared that I’ll never have a kid, or that if I do have a kid, I’ll never be a decent parent. And I’m still working on breaking the cycle of thinking something has to ‘sound’ or ‘be seen as important’ to be meaningful. There is beauty in the ordinary. I’ve started to make it my mantra. Spoken in my head every time I see a teenage couple holding hands walking in town, a father holding their baby close to his chest, a woman dressed in a power suit striding through an office building or city on their way to make their own careers or push equality further. I’ve started to dream of how actual normalcy makes the real changes. How every 4th grade teacher has a chance to change some kids life.

Clearly, a lot of these personal fears I have about myself not being ‘enough,’ or doing something good enough to become successful at it and build a life out of it, are monotonous fears and privileged middle-class complaints. I’m aware they may not resonate with anyone, anything, or mean much more than just being an online public diary entry to my own meandering thoughts, but, still - I finally felt like I had to try.

So here it is, the whole truth on how I let myself become a ghost for years.

I hope someone will stick around while I just... try to explain it all, figure it all out, and hopefully make sense out of even being whatever a human who is hoping to grow even means. Hopefully, something here will resonate with someone else and we can create our own little weirdo corner of the world where we’re not seeking more than just trying to be honest with ourselves and what it means to be human. Even if that means just posting a recipe for banana bread (thank you Gwen Steffani for keeping me able to spell Banana), reposting random memes about how we all want to scream for 30 seconds and feel better, or sad-girl diary entry posts about how I ruined my own life a million times over. Oh, and maybe I’ll give you tips on how to stain your wood deck, because I spent my day doing that yesterday and basically, Home Depot is calling me to be in their ADs.

But at the core of it all, lets be very real, it’s hard to be human in so many ways. And I’m just hoping this connects with anyone. Especially any of us who wished we were different - in any way.

xoxo

-K

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werevulvi · 4 years ago

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Do you consider yourself not feminine anymore? If i recall correctly you used to wear makeup, feminine clothes and presented androgynous?

I've been meaning to make a post about this, but just didn't get around to it. So prepare yourself for a long answer, because there's a lot behind my change of style. During this past year or so, I went back and forth between feminine/androgynous and masculine presentation a lot. This was partly to figure myself out, and partly just going with the flow. And what I discovered from that was that despite I really love the feminine look aesthetically... it makes me uncomfortable to actually wear it. Like I get super tense and on hypervigilance.

Basically, I don't think I ever enjoyed being feminine as much as I thought. I think I've used it to suppress my masculinity over shame for it. Also, being male-passing makes being feminine quite a social challenge and I no longer feel it's worth it to catch so much attention for self-expression, when it's so much more beneficial to just let people get to know me by talking to me instead. Additionally to that: I hate being sexualised and infantalised for looking/acting feminine. That is a side effect which I absolutely abhor, and it also kinda triggers me.

Aside from style, I looked into my feminine qualities as a person, as you're right: I used to always consider myself feminine and androgynous. However, what I later on discovered was that most of my "feminine qualities" or traits, are not healthy. For example: I've always leaned submissive and passive in any social interactions. Not just sexually, but like just talking to people. I'd never take the lead, never initiate contact, and I still struggle to be assertive. This isn't "just my personality" as I used to think, but actually me being afraid of being berated for how I am. I always hated being called feminine by others, especially by people who know/knew me, and I think this is why.

Another example is my body language/mannerisms. In that I've always kept my legs closed and kept my arms close to my body. Basically I curl up into a little ball a lot, and yes I always have, ever since early childhood. This, I thought was also something innate about me as a person, but later on discovered is actually a defense mechanism, an attempt to protect my body from harm (from other people) as well as from the elements like coldness and rain/snow.

Knowing that, my idea of myself as feminine started to come apart. I had learned to be feminine. From female socialisation and from my trauma, and I think probably from my autism (sensory stuff) as well. Since then I've started to dare spreading myself out a bit more, and working on being more assertive (not talking over people or being aggressive or anything like that though, just standing up for myself and being more firm with what's important to me, boundaries and values, while still remaining empathetic and kind.) And I've noticed it's making me feel a lot better about myself! Much more relaxed, confident and trusting myself better.

And then it strikes me: why are these, much more healthy traits, considered masculine?

When it comes to more external stuff like clothes and makeup: I stopped wearing makeup, some 6 months or so ago (give or take, my memory is bad.) And it made me realise that I'm actually addicted to makeup. Like... I always knew I've had issues with being too dependent on makeup in the past, but never really saw myself as addicted to it. I've quit makeup before, some 10 or so years ago, but then went back to it, and it's just always a slipperly slope, no matter how careful I am about it.

What made it click for me was when I (last year, btw) started getting some outbreaks on my skin which annoyed me. So I decided "I'm just gonna put a little bit of concealer on it to cover up the worst." So I did that, but then thought "actually my cheeks look really red, so I'll just cover that up too" but I didn't stop there. I ended up adding so much concealer that half my face was covered in it. Then added foundation and powder. Then realised I need to bring back some colour in my now monotone face, so did contouring, added highlighter, blush and bronzer. Then did my eyebrows, added eyeshadow, mascara, eyeliner and... I think you get the point.

This kept happening several times. Also when I wanted to just wear lipstick, I ended up also adding concealer, doing my eyebrows, dyeing my eyebrows, adding contour, etc.

I can't seem to JUST add a little bit of concealer on the "worst" spots without ending up covering and re-painting my whole face. And then after having done that... I feel like shit. Like I just wanna wipe it off because that's not my face, but I've just spent an hour on that makeup, so it would be a total waste to just wipe it off again. So I keep it on, despite having regretted it all. So eventually, when I got that first thought: "I'm just gonna put a little bit of concealer on it to cover up the worst" I stop myself and don't do it. Instead tell myself that my face is fine and no one's gonna care that I have two red pimples on my cheek. Maybe just put some zinc paste or aloe vera gel on it if it's irritated/sore, but no makeup.

As for just wearing wine red lipstick and nothing else on my face, which obviously doesn't cover anything up: the lipstick dries out my lips really a lot, and makes it difficult to eat and drink with. It stains on clothes and I have to be careful when scratching my beard/mustache, etc. That is not like a huge sacrifice, but it does make me tense. Also, people stare at me a lot when I do that, haha. "Why is that man wearing lipstick?" Oh I dunno Harry, you could ask. If people only knew my history. But I'm not saying I'd never do it again. I mostly just need a break from makeup altogether before I start considering only wearing lipstick in my favourite colour again, because doing that is obviously very different from wearing a full face of makeup. But I need to uhh... recover from my addiction first. I need to love my bare face first, I need to be able to not care what I look like.

Then as for clothing: Generally it's very similar. I think I subconsciously connect feminine clothing to "looking pretty" and masculine clothing to "looking plain/boring/mediocre" without consciously thinking that. But for this past year, that subconscious thinking changed, when I got really into men's classic clothing by watching youtube channels of very fashion-obsessed men. Like they talk about suits a lot, and details like neckties, pocket squares, matching socks, brocade shoes, how to get the best fit, what colours go with what, and so on.

I used to never care about suits, but now I'm kinda impressed by them, haha. Like they're simple, yet so complex. They're comfortable, yet so stylish, and they're timeless. I used to be kinda goth and think "normal" clothes were boring. But this changed me. I bought a cheap navy suit, and started craving wearing brown leathers instead of black. I discovered a whole, amazing world of men's fashion, and I fell in love with it.

What used to be "boring" has now become a rich world of amazing fabrics, cuts and styles. Twill, tweed, cuffs, collars, denim, flannel, leather, linen, suede, corduroy, oh my! And then I started loving the even much more simple look of dark blue cuffed jeans, flannel shirt, zippered hoodie, fleece jacket, brown leather belt, wrist watch with brown leather strap, and brown leather boots. It's super plain and mediocre, but the comfort and the shades of brown and blue really speaks to me. I love the look so much I ended up wearing it every day for over a month now, just changing flannels to always wear a clean one, and washing it all bi-weekly.

What is that, is it me?! Lol. Well, I love it. I think it's an important journey of self-discovery. Of finding comfort with myself and wearing clothes that move with my body, instead of forcing my body to move with my clothes. Of finding comfort with who I actually am as a person, instead of trying so hard to paint myself up as the inner mental image I have of my ideal self. I still hold onto that picture, but I also rather enjoy to focus on being clean and smelling good, being minimally groomed and comfortable - instead of looking fancy.

But also, dressing masculine helps with my dysphoria too. Being off testosterone, and wearing a lightly padded sports bra on occasion spikes my dysphoria (although it soothes something else within me) and dressing hyper-masculine helps calming that down.

Also, shaving my head back in November, and letting go of my long locks, because my hair has thinned out really a lot... made something else click in me as well: letting go of external beauty, in favour for letting the beauty within truly shine.

So what if I look like a burly hipster dude? Everyone gets unfairly judged for how we look. It's not even always about gender. But I've started to ask myself what's the point of trying super hard to "show my personality" in my style, when people are more likely to actually listen to what I tell them about myself when I'm dressed plain, instead of being too busy placing false assumptions on me?

I think I'm learning something very important about myself, and finding strength within myself, to just be me. And I never gave my masculinity the credit it deserved, because I believed my forced, unhealthy behaviours and misconceptions of masculinity as "boring" meant I was just feminine as a person. That's what the world taught me to think. But of course, I'm not denying that yes, I absolutely used to express myself very feminine, and I'm not gonna claim that I've always been hyper-masculine.

This is the first time in my life I'm truly enjoying masculinity and feeling liberated, strengthened and invigorated by it. The first time I do it to prove myself to only myself, that I don't need nor want to be feminine, and that's okay. That female masculinity is not being boring or sloppy. The first time that it's not to impress others as "man enough" as the insecure trans man I once was. And that matters a lot to me, even if it doesn't last into my 40's.

I might at some point again occasionally wear some lipstick, a long flowy skirt, or put flowers in my beard. But I need to fully indulge in my masculinity for now, and let it set me free from the chackles of forced feminisation that came with female socialisation, which I grew up with, like most women did. I am just so DONE with having those fucked female beauty standards shoved down my throat, which no, not even transitioning let me escape from. Because transitioning can't let me escape my own (brainwashed) mind. That's something I have to work on to break down piece by piece, and to rebuild myself, by hand.

I'm constantly evolving and learning more stuff about myself and the world, and I'm a sponge for such knowledge. I've never been afraid to take on change, especially drastic changes, and to challenge my own harmful behaviours (like my makeup addiction) as soon as I realise the harm is no longer worth the joy. I can't keep up with me either, but looking back on my life and seeing how much I've grown, is always quite exciting, haha.

However, I'm still wearing cutesy cotton panties with lace edges and a little bow at the upper front. I do that because it's femininity that's ONLY for me. It's actually comfortable, makes me smile whenever I go to the bathroom, and no one else can see it. So it cannot be sexualised or infantalised by other people, despite being such an intimate pieces of clothing, because only I get to see it. (Although of course an intimate partner and very close friends would see it, but that's gonna be people I trust a lot to begin with.)

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taekookficrecs · 5 years ago

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i just read your recent fic you wrote (btw it was one of the best things ive read in a while) i was wondering if you have any more fics that have misunderstandings and angst?

hello !! thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fic :D i haven’t read of all these but according to the tags, they’re similar to what you’re looking for :)

loving easy - aeterisks (( 1/1 | E | 30,085 ))

After two years of being a cheerleader, Taehyung has come to know all the people who usually attend the basketball games. So obviously, he wouldn't fail to notice him.

(Or, Taehyung is a cheerleader, Jeongguk is a not-so-really punk and Taehyung never thought he could fall in love so effortlessly.)

black versus blue - shadowsinsounds (( 12/12 | E | 41,138 ))

Taehyung had always dreaded meeting his soulmate, unlike the rest of the world’s population. He always hid the words scrawled in black cursive on the inside of his right wrist and felt terror at the thought of them turning blue, of his soulmate speaking them.

And as he sprinted down the packed Seoul sidewalk, hot tears streaming down his cheeks and sobs choking his throat, he knew he'd been right.

Or was he?

Just Say “Yes” (I’d Rather Have Everything Than Nothing At All) - Taecakes (( 3/3 | T | 23,164 ))

It all starts with a tweet:

KTH is giving me serious creeper vibes

Against his better judgement, Taehyung clicks.

make it taste like love - lookingatherhurts (( 15/15 | E | 159,071 ))

Taehyung and Jungkook are two alphas who hate each other until one morning, Taehyung wakes up as an omega and Jungkook is the only one who can help him figure out what happened, too bad Taehyung is now desperate to bare his neck to Jungkook instead of fighting.

Trouble I’m In - haruday (( 4/4 | M | 39,224 ))

Money makes men like Taehyung lonely.

Jeongguk makes men like Taehyung desperate for something to call home.

whoops my hand slipped (into yours) - chahans (( 1/1 | T | 14,168 ))

Taehyung didn’t like to brag, but there was only a short list of things in the world that he couldn’t do, and they were:

1) Legally ride his rocket powered unicycle on campus

2) Eat three popsicles in a row without getting brainfreeze

3) NOT be whipped for Jeon Jungkook

And now, freshly added to the list:

4) Get Jungkook’s ring off his finger

In which Taehyung gets Jungkook's ring stuck on his ring finger and Jungkook misunderstands.

use your hands (to hold me by the heart) - taetastic (( 1/1 | E | 20,000 ))

As time goes on, Taehyung falls in love with the expensive lifestyle, the idea of these older men, and Jeongguk feels like his chances of ever holding Taehyung’s heart slip away a little more each day. He’s reminded that he’ll never be someone that Taehyung will want. He’s not rich, he’s not powerful, he’s not older, he can’t give Taehyung everything he wants.

He's just the best friend, the kid that follows Taehyung around like a lost puppy.

He’s just Jeongguk.

come join me in my dreams - aeterisks (( 1/1 | E | 24,463 ))

The moment Taehyung happens, the way Jeongguk sees the world changes forever.

Soft Sweaters - vantaehands (( 1/1 | E | 26,112 ))

A fresh-faced college freshman, Jungkook spots the cutest, softest looking boy he's ever seen on the first day of classes. He falls for him immediately.

Dilemma - taecheeks (( 3/3 | E | 68,750 ))

If anything is as routine as Yoongi whining about the room filling with smoke before he helps add to it is Taehyung slipping away sometime throughout the night to feed his kissing addiction. Even though Jungkook has lips and is usually in hands reach of Taehyung, he’ll disappear and reappear moments later with someone else. It’s fine.

It’s torture.

[Or the one where Jungkook likes frogs, Taehyung, and thinks everyone else sucks.]

I’m fine, if you ask - narcisara (( 1/1 | E | 21,929 ))

Something Taehyung would never wish to anyone is to wake up every morning and keep seeing black after opening their eyes, it's the worst, every morning he realises again and again it wasn't just a dream, but the real life. He can't see anything anymore, Jimin's smile and his crooked tooth, Yoongi's grumpy face when someone disturbs him while he's working on music, the shades of the sky at the sunset, the colour of the clothes he's wearing, his favourite paintings, anything at all, just black and it hurts, more than anything else, even more than telling someone how he became blind.

don’t bother knocking - hyoonia (( 1/1 | E | 10,029 ))

Taehyung can't sleep without hugging something, but when he's especially anxious his pillows aren’t quite enough. On those occasions Taehyung bribes his very cute neighbour Jeongguk to let him sleep in his bed and use him as a body pillow.

And Jeongguk is totally fine with that. The only problem is that he's pretty sure Taehyung thinks he's straight and he has no idea how to tell him that he's most definitely not. He's gay, so very gay and all the platonic cuddling and non-dates are slowly killing him on the inside.

admin nj - pls enjoy :)

#taekook #taekook fanfics #taekook fic recs #jeon jeongguk #kim taehyung #angst #light angst #misunderstandings #vkook #kookv #admin nj

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deathsmallcaps · 4 years ago

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July’s Story

My fifteenth Win A Commission contest is Crystal the Wise! If you would like to see my version, and see all my drawings together, please

There once was a gentleman who had quite a daughter. Whatever her teachers gave her to learn, she gobbled up. Foreign languages, geography, so—all were unspeakably easy for her. And mathematics! She could add up columns of figures far better than her father’s accountants could. Before long, she could have taken their place.

When Crystal (for so she was called) grew a bit older, the neighboring children came over to ask her to explain the problems their tutors had set. Soon everyone came to learn from her. In time, word of this reached the king. He wrote to the young woman, saying, “My son is nearly grown, but my daughter has trouble with her lessons, and needs a teacher who could make her understand. Will you come and stay with us for a few months?”

Crystal was delighted to do so. When she arrived at the palace, the king, queen, and princess greeted her warmly. The prince, however, sulked like a little child. He had offered to tutor the princess himself, but the king had said, “You’re too impatient. I have found someone else who can do a better job than you can.”

Over the next few weeks, the prince sat in the back of the classroom and contradicted Crystal whenever she spoke. His interruptions grew more and more frequent. Still, Crystal continued to teach, because she liked the little princess and wanted her to do well. Tired of being ignored, the prince stood up one day and said, “This isn’t how I learned it. Everything you’re teaching my sister is wrong.” Crystal walked right up and slapped him! After that, the prince kept away from her lessons.

When the time came for Crystal to leave, the prince went to his parents.

“I’m grateful for all Crystal taught me, and after all, she’s the cleverest woman in the kingdom. May I have your permission to marry her?” The king and queen eagerly agreed, and Crystal also accepted, figuring it was a good marriage. She hadn’t realized she was worth more.

After the wedding, the prince took his bride to a secluded cottage deep in the forest. As she was changing into her nightclothes, he came in and said, “Well, Crystal, are you ready to apologize for slapping me?”

“Apologize? I was right to slap you! And I’ll do it again if you keep on about it.” Crystal didn’t enjoy violence but knew when to defend herself.

“Is that so?” the prince snarled. He and a couple servants dragged her down to the cellar, where he thrust her through a trapdoor, into a little cell under the floorboards. There was a bed and a table and almost nothing else. In the morning, he asked her if she’d changed her mind, but she said no. Every day he came down and demanded she repent. Every day she refused, despite knowing her chances of survival were diminishing rapidly in such a dangerous situation. She had tried to run away when he first grabbed her, but even her considerable talents were no match against ten armed men.

Crystal grew weary of her imprisonment, but there was no way she would apologize. One day, she noticed a corner of her cell was blowing air, due to a spider’s web flying into her face. She blessed the spider for alerting her, tand investigated the hole. There, she discovered a rushing underground stream. She dug a hole big enough to squeeze through, and managed to swim all the way to her father’s house.

Her father was appalled to find out how she’d been treated. “I’ll see the king immediately.”

“Oh, no, don’t,” Crystal said. “Just dig a tunnel into my cell and bring me some decent food, and of course, my books. The prince only lowers bread and water.” And Crystal swam back to her cell with the prince none the wiser.

At last, he grew tired of her refusals and called down, “I’m going to Paris to enjoy myself. I’ll have a servant feed you while I’m having fun.”

“Go ahead,” she called back cheerfully.

As soon as the prince had left, Crystal bribed the servant to stop lowering bread and water, telling him to lie to the prince should he come back. She ran to her father and, with plenty of money from him, hurried to Paris, formulating a brilliant plan to ruin him forever with her father. There she disguised herself as a girl named ‘Marie’ and bought a house next to her husband’s.

She then forged a letter to the prince’s parents, explaining that ’Crystal’ had died en route to Paris, and that he was going to mourn for a while. Somewhere in the back of her head, she knew this was a dangerous course of action, and very unhealthy emotionally. But she was SO angry.

Then, each day, she drove out in her carriage behind four white horses. Her gown was thick with embroidery, and her fan was trimmed with delicate lace, and she adopted a beautiful Parisian accent. When the prince saw her, he was dazzled by her beauty, though he didn’t recognize her in Parisian fashions. He began courting her, and wedded ‘Marie’ inside a month, never mentioning, of course, that he had another wife back home. Nor did he notice her glittering intellect, and thought her a dumb but lovely creature. Nine months later, she gave birth to twins, a girl and a boy. Since Crystal had learned a bit, she made the prince sign a contract, vowing the children would be his heirs. He signed it, thinking it would be invalid, for she had drawn it up herself and he thought her stupid. He was mistaken.

Three years passed. Then the prince told her he had been summoned home, but didn’t tell her it was for a new marriage. He didn’t know that this third bride had been set up by Crystal’s father. Feeling bored with his (supposedly) new and beautiful wife, he agreed to return home and decided to leave Crystal and his children behind.

Returning home, the prince hurried to the cottage but discovered the cell empty. The servant told him Crystal had died of loneliness, so the prince thought he was in the clear.

His family got him all set up for the wedding, disallowing him to meet his match, claiming superstition. When the day finally came, he said the vows, and everyone cheered. He raised her veil, and saw Crystal grinning triumphantly back at him. His children toddled out from the audience, and he knew he was in trouble.

Stunned to see his triply-wed wife, the prince knelt down before the court and begged her forgiveness. But it turned out, she didn’t have to forgive him.

Her father produced the contract proclaiming the children as the prince’s heirs and a written account of what had passed by Crystal verified by many sources, including the servant who was supposed to feed her. Disgusted by their son, the King and Queen banished him and stripped him of his personal land, money and title, immediately giving them to Crystal. She and her family promptly lived happily ever after.

My Notes

Now, you may not have noticed, but this story? Extremely messed up. I mean, this woman is degraded and goes on the biggest revenge plot I’ve ever seen a female character do in a fairy tale. She even has revenge babies! They are going to have a pretty messed up childhood.

Why did I choose Crystal the Wise? Well, for three reasons.

One, I heard it on, you guessed it, the Myths and Legends podcast. I really liked his rendition, but I did NOT want to type the whole thing out (I did that with a different story of his that I’m going to give to a different little cousin). I found this version online. And this all happens in the story! Crystal is just that machiavellian, and I applaud her! I kind of wish she didn’t feel like she had to continue having relations with her abuser, or to change herself so completely, but she really hit him with the ol’ one-two, and I like it when people can dole out justice like that. Hopefully she had someone to talk to afterwards? Also its pretty problematic the King and Queen did not realize how much of a little creep they raised to be their heir.

Two, I realized I hadn’t done a story from South America yet! I realize its definitely a more modern story, with less ties to the Native people of Chile (btw the royal family of Chile isn’t a real thing), but I really liked it.

Three, I was looking up the Aymara people of Chile for unrelated reasons when I realized I would love to draw the women! I don’t know what the textile industry over there is like, but it must be pretty entrenched in the culture, because they have so many pretty patterns and colors in their everyday wear! Combined with the bowler hats (legend has it that a shipment of bowler hats made it to Chile just when they went out of style, so the haberdashers marketed them to women!) with all the lovely flowers added on, I was excited! So I wanted to draw an Aymara girl.

Now that I’ve explained that, I’d like to explain my drawings. They weren’t as full of background as some of my other drawings, but trust me, I put a lot of effort into them! I had a kabillion reference pictures.

The title is not based off of any movie logo I’ve seen, for once. Rather, it is based a bit off of the ACDC logo. I was working one day, when someone with that logo on his shirt came up to the register. I was inspired! So I quickly sketched out a sort of geometric, sort of lightning-bolt-esque title in between customers. And I liked it!

The second picture, the slap, was a difficult one for me. It combined an unusual perspective, unusual clothing, and unusual face shapes for me. As you’ve seen with my art, and maybe with your own art, it is often very easy to have a character face you and not interact with another object or person, You can’t really have that happen with a slap.

This story is supposed to be set in the early 1700s, when Paris was very in vogue. But as I really wanted to draw a modern Aymara woman, I did play little fast and loose with the fashion. There isn’t too many reference pictures for old Chilean fashion. I had to reach a little. Which led me to using a more European style of dress for the Prince. And this is the only time you get to see *Crystal dress in a way that is normal and comfortable to her. This is an important ‘theme’ of the story - sorry to go all English class on you!

*Just remembered that Crystal is not a very Spanish-sounding name. I’ve never found the story outside, even when I try to look it up in Spanish, so some part of me is worried that someone made it up and pretended it was Chilean. Please let me know if you find anything.

Their faces are different than what I’ve drawn before. As you can see on the prince’s face, he has serious acne. I’m not trying to demonize acne, but I decided that he’s one of those boys who hates getting clean and despite literally everyone telling him so, will not stop touching his face and causing acne. I went through a stubborn phase like that. But I also wanted to show how young and already so privileged the guy is. I really wanted to make him annoying. Crystal also has a bit of acne, to show her youth, but what really makes her face different than my usual fare is the fact she has a mole, never gets to smile of joy in my illustrations, and she is plump. I have a tendency to draw skinny characters I’m trying to get rid of as an artist - I want to be able to draw everyone, anyone. And i think she turned out quite pretty!

Third picture, the cave, was again sort of a challenge. I wasn’t sure at the beginning how to place Crystal so you could sort of see the hole that leads into her room, while also showing her climbing down and the underground waterways she is going to enter. And as you’ve might’ve seen before, when I draw caves and rocks, all I think of is really ‘geometry’ but in the way the guy in this meme thinks of aliens (look up history channel aliens if you don’t know).

But I guess I did it? As for Crystal, you can tell she’s uncomfortable, she’s skinnier in an unhealthy way and colder than before, her hair isn’t in the customary braids but in a crappy bun to keep it off her face, and her dress is in tatters. Not a happy camper, and understandably so.

Last picture, Crystal’s wedding dress, was sort of hard in a different way, again! I decided early on I wanted to base her dress off of Elizabeth’s wedding dress from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. But I had to draw that while Crystal was holding her two kids on her hips, and smirking. I think I managed it, though. I think it’s interesting to note that the look epitomizes the kind of person she had to emulate while tricking the prince; a meek, european-mimicking little wifey. Totally different than the person she really is, the person she is illustrated to be in the first picture.

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed that! Another problematic story will be the one for next month! Thanks for reading!

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