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chainsawfam · 2 years ago

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks....

Oh this is so fun to answer! Since this is my anime blog I’ll stick to anime/manga.

10. Kageyama “Mob” Shigeo

Mob Psycho 100 is not only weird and fun, but emotional with highs and lows. As goofy as Reigen is, Mob is the heart of this show and his growth is wonderful to watch. He struggles with his powers and emotions but the fix isn’t changing himself as much as it is accepting himself and the relationships in his life. At his core, Mob is incredibly caring—that’s what makes him so special. He’s not a self-sacrificing hero of the prophecy, he’s just Mob. He’s kind just because he is.

9. Olivier Mira Armstrong

I love badass female characters and Major General Armstrong does not disappoint. She’s calculating, cold, and incredibly good at her job. Sometimes, I feel that when writers introduce “strong women” in their stories, they either take a masculine character type and slap it on (the brutish tank, lone gunslinger, etc) but don’t shape their personality outside of “being the tough guy—but a woman!” Or they let a strong woman be feminine but have to emphasize that’s she’s not like the other girls, she can keep up with the guys. Major General Armstrong doesn’t suffer this mistreatment. She is strong, she is fierce. She is a woman. These things don’t affect each other. She is her own character with a personality developed outside of just being a role subversion. Also she’s pretty and has a sword (on one hand I don’t like using a saber, on the other hand saber looks so cool).

8. Roy Mustang

Another Fullmetal Alchemist character…this will be a theme. I think FMAB has some of the best written characters of all time, including Roy Mustang. He could’ve just been a goofy-but-badass charismatic boss and I would like him, but he’s so complex. Mustang is a product of his environment who realized it too late. But instead of escaping his sins, he trusts in his support network to help him rise to the top and ensure that what he did never happens again. Mustang spends the series hiking back from hell up a pathway of good intentions and not without stumbling. He has blood on his hands and he risks the lives of his team and children under his command (Ed and Al)—is that worth it? Mustang’s ideal society would execute him for his crimes. And yet, that’s what he wants. Oh I could talk about him so much more. What a good character.

7. Alphonse Elric

Despite spending most of the series as a suit of metal, Al is incredibly expressive. He balances Ed, but they still bicker like brothers and have their disagreements. He cares and it shows in the little things—the cats he hides in his armor, the support for his friends and respect for Mustang’s team, the willingness to hear out an enemy with a reason. He’s also a traumatized kid who encounters alchemical horrors—the scene with Martel’s death holy shit. What a scene!! He’s not always sunshine, he has trauma and he reacts in sometimes unhealthy ways. Like all FMAB characters, he’s written really well.

6. Alluka Zoldyck

Alluka! Am not gonna lie, a lot of it is that I think she’s just so cute. And despite being hidden away for most of her life and focusing on more childish things like games and hugs, she’s not completely naive. She navigates living with another being sharing her body and mind, an abusive family, and violent lifestyles. Unlike characters like Neon Nostrade or Zushi, she’s not gullible or oblivious, and doesn’t accidentally sabotage her brother’s efforts like child characters sometimes do. Also she’s so sweet when she loves Killua and Nanika! She’s also a canon trans girl who isn’t sexualized. Go Alluka!

5. Denji

As mainly a Chainsaw Man blog, Denji has to be on here. He’s grown on me so much since I first read the manga. I don’t think I can explain why I like him in such a short paragraph. He’s a dumb, broke, horny teenage boy with magical chainsaw powers from his dog. He’s been manipulated all his life. He got a good life and a family that he was made to kill and revealed to be set up so he would suffer their loss. And yet, he adopts Nayuta, he follows his promise to Pochita, he acknowledges how much his platonic relationships mean to him. He can be an asshole but at the core he’s a good person and doesn’t push boundaries to get what he wants.

4. Riza Hawkeye

Roy Mustang can’t be on this list without his queen. The reason I like them both is pretty similar. They both are fighting to atone for what they’ve done. Hawkeye is special in the way she supports Mustang’s every step. She doesn’t have to act the same as him, she’s definitely her own person with her own struggles, but the reasons I like her are just like Mustang’s. She’s also a badass. But when I think about why they are my favorites, I think of them together. Their relationship, whether you see it as romantic or not, is what makes them such incredible characters. They are the true ride or dies.

3. Power

My reasons for Powy being one of my favorites is not as deep as others. Yes she has great character growth as well in learning to care for others, but she’s feral. She has demon horns and blood weapons as is feral. She cackles when she laughs and she speaks like a 12 year old trying to write a medieval novel and doesn’t eat her veggies. She bites to show affection and her brothers style her hair for her. Her cat is named “Meowy”. She’s a mess and I love her.

2. Edward Elric

How can I talk about Fullmetal Alchemist without the Fullmetal Alchemist himself? I love this short king for his character design (badass coat, auto mail, braid with the anime hair vents). FMAB would not be a cohesive story without Ed, not just because he’s the main character, but because of how curious, smart, reckless, and loyal he is. Ed brings the cast together. His character growth is great for a child soldier. He’s powerful but still learning that the world is more than black and white. He’s insanely talented at alchemy but not for being born with it, but his passion for and experimentation even when it fails (and boy does he fail!). He has moments where he struggles with his disability and prosthetics but it does not hold him back. And he loves his friends and family so much and shows it in ways that matter to them! The Winry gun scene…. Anyways I love Edward Elric.

1. Killua Zoldyck

Hunter X Hunter is the one of the earlier anime I watched and it holds a special place in my heart. Killua is great throughout. You meet him and you’re like “sick! 12-year-old white-haired anime boy on a skateboard” and then he rips a serial killer’s heart out. He alternates between being tortured (literally) by his past and being a goofy kid who spent 1.5 million dollars on chocolate during the 4 years his dad made him fight MMA matches for a living. And then you find out he’s desperately fighting for free will to stay by the side of the only person he’s ever loved who is another self-sacrificing preteen boy who he has a suicide pact with. And then when said boy almost dies from overusing his magic rock paper scissors power, Killua breaks his sister free of their assassin family to heal him.

His magic shounen power is using electricity because he was electrocuted so much as a kid he’s immune to it. He makes (*ⓛ ω ⓛ *) cat faces. If that doesn’t tell you why I love him idk what does. He’s everything. And he’s extra special to me because he’s a tragically sad gay kid with a crush on his best friend. Hits a little close to home. The “Gon you are light” speech makes me cry. I don’t think I can actually put into words what he makes me feel. He’s just like his theme song. Listen to “The Silver Haired Boy” and you’ll know exactly what I mean.

#thank u for this ask :3 it’s the first time I’ve gotten one!#this was fun to write #honorable mentions that didn’t make it: kite hxh; kugisaki nobara; mikoshiba mikoto; kishibe csm #ask #chainsaw man #denji csm #power csm #mob psycho 100 #kageyama shigeo #fullmetal alchemist #Edward Elric #alphonse elric #roy mustang #riza hawkeye #olivier mira armstrong #hunter x hunter #alluka zoldyck #killua zoldyck

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years ago

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Hi!

For all the NS/SN fics thing, I completely agree with you. I think the problem is that some people don’t actually understand how sex works. Your personality doesn’t influence your sexual preferences… Or even your apparence. So claiming thing like "Sasuke/Naruto is clearly a bottom because he is more feminine" or "Naruto/Sasuke is much more possessive than the other, it’s a top behavior" doesn’t make any sens.

Personally, I’d said I prefer NS, simply because I’ve found more of bad written, anti Sasuke SN fanfictions than good written ones. I don’t like the way either either Sasuke or Naruto are portrayed in most of SN fanfictions I’ve read. Sasuke is a just a cold, perverted bastard and Naruto is a crying little cutie pie. It made me uncomfortable, because in some SN fics, I had the feelings that Sasuke was an adult and that Naruto was a child.

But I can say the same with NS characterization. In some fanfictions, Naruto is just a dumb sunshine and Sasuke is just a blushing tsundere. And, even it’s a part of their personality… They’re so much more than that. I still like NS fanfictions more, because the majority of them treat Sasuke like an actual human and not like a monster. And I’ve seen sooooo much SN fonctions bashing Sasuke and praising Naruto. I’ve seen much less NS fanfictions bashing Naruto, on the other hand… I mean, most of the people in the Naruto fandom like Naruto’s character, so…

But of course, I don’t want to generalize anything! It’s just what I’ve observed.

Have a good day 💕

Hmm... Makes Sense and you're totally right.

Again, My whole gripe about that discourse and especially my annoyance towards that one side (you know which one, right??) is that CRINGEWORTHY HYPOCRISY & BASELESS SELF-ENTITLEMENT & TOXIC BULLYING...

You could actually question me like, "Hmmm... You said you don't care about fanfiction portrayals of N and S and yet why you get annoyed over this discourse... You could simply ignore them."

Well, I was doing that for the entire time and if I am being honest I was more oblivious to it and never wanted to involve myself in it. And I would've stayed that way had that not muddy the canon portrayals and write-ups.

Last year around March, I was a total newb to this Fandom. At that time, I was simply following tumblr blogs and there were some posts about fanfictions, which I never quite understood what it meant. I simply scrolled them down and moved on.

Even after I started to write Asks, I was thoroughly oblivious about it. For example, Look at this Asker's ask... [Link].... That post was from September 2021... You could see that I have no idea as to what the Asker was asking about. All I know was they were talking about some random fanfiction portrayal and I responded with Canon basis. The Asker was saying Sasuke is Asexual... I said, Canon and Kishimoto's posters says otherwise.

And a month later in October 2021, I got this another one... [Link]... And my first reaction was like, "...WTF... Noooo". Back then I didn't know which faction of SNS this ask came from. I simply answered it with canon basis. But somehow, that ask negatively stayed in my mind... forever.

And then I came across a string of very irritating posts which portrayed Sasuke as this Vulnerable, Insecure, Aloof, Non Obsessive, Non Possessive, Goal Oriented guy whom Naruto forced him into submission for Sasuke's own good... Naruto was the one who chased Sasuke (romantically and for his sexual desire)... But all of a sudden Naruto rejected Sasuke's non-verbal confession, broke his poor little uwu heart and became a scumbag.

This above portrayal proves Sasuke was forced to fall in Love with Naruto because Naruto chased him....

And when I came across these posts... I kept on reminded of that ask which stayed in my mind negatively..... Then I realized "Wait a minute!!! These portrayals of Sasuke are alllllllll from a certain faction of SNS fandom and it's all horribly wrong.. Why is that???". And when I digged deep, I felt that they are making Sasuke into a version of some vulnerable and difficult woman who needs constant reassurance.

Basically NS bottomline is like a girl (Yeah, Sasuke's shipping self inserts are majorly girls, that's why I used the word Girl) saying, "I have mental issues... I have goals... I need space... Can you tolerate me??? Can you deal with me??? Can you care for me??? Can you devote yourself for me???"

See... It's all about me me me me... Just like how Sakura makes it all about herself in SS. There's literally no care about Naruto and his character.

That's when I understood... "These guys are fucking cringe worthy and annoyingly hypocritic... Is this what this 'Division of Fandom' all about??? These guys hide under the In-Canon BS but clearly carry a stupid agenda and blame the other side for OOC portrayal when in reality they are also doing the same thing."

They accuse the other side for multi-shipping Naruto... Which is fair... Even I am not a fan of it... But they also make Sasuke into a cum-dumpster by shipping him with Kakashi, Itachi, Orochimaru, Jugo and every other guys with stick.

If Hypocrisy and Cringeness is one side... Then Intentionally Bullying, Name calling, Stalking and Openly hating Naruto but still shipping SNS is the another side. Of course, I have 4 different ugly discourse tumblr links that happened at 4 different periods of time to prove it... which I don't want to attach it here. But you are welcome to Direct Message me and I will be glad to send you those links to see it for yourself.

Yes, Sasuke hate is real... But that was actually before 4 or 5 years ago though. Now... Naruto hate is the reality... And I am clearly seeing it from that one side (most of the times).

That's why I am being very vocal about it... My annoyance doesn't stems from the Portrayal of N and S in any of the sides. Truly. My annoyance stems from "How are you any different?? Why are you bullying?? Are you any better? And why do you bring Fan fiction portrayal into Canon?? Why do you hate Naruto and ship him with your self-insert character Sasuke??"

#sns

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agirlwhoisaphantom · 4 years ago

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Sparks - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After being best friends with Bucky for years. Something unexpectedly happens where is finally realizes he has feelings for you.

Word Count: 4140

18+

Warnings: A hint of jealousy (if you read in between the lines), a bit of praising, oral (female receiving), cockwarming, Smut (If I'm forgetting to mention anything let me know) Aftercare, fluff(surprise)

Authors Note: This took a turn that I least expected, but hey I'm glad it did. Title inspired by my wife @saynotoshityouhate 💛

"I swear, James Bucky Barnes, if you took a bite from my ice cream. It's over for you," you yelled across your apartment.

Walking to your bedroom, Bucky had a bowl of the ice cream you were saving for later. He has a lopsided grin as he scoops a small piece of ice cream. "this is pretty good. I might go and get some more once I'm done," he winks.

You rapidly got up and ran towards Bucky, removing the bowl of ice cream he had on his hands. "Thank you very much for bringing this for me," you chuckled.

Without hesitation, Bucky's left arm wraps around your torso. With his other hand, he grabs the bowl and places it on the ground. He picks you up and starts walking towards the bed, throwing you onto it. You laughed. "Is that all you can do, big guy?" you got up, trying to catch your breath.

He stops walking towards the bowl and turns around to face you "oh," a smirk formed on his face, "you want to play" he walks towards you, he leans in towards you, "you know I'll win, doll," grabbing your hair and placing it all in one side "don't start something that you can't handle" he whispers into your ear. Feeling the breeze of his breath against your neck made you feel things.

Rising your left eyebrow and tilting your head, "try me, James. You'll be the one losing instead of me."

Bucky's hands go straight to your torso once again. Tickling you on the spots that you were the most ticklish at. You fell backward onto the bed. He stopped for a brief second making sure you were okay and you didn't hurt yourself. After he made sure you were okay, he continued to tickle you. You were laughing uncontrollably. You gently started to kick him. "Bucky, stop." You grab a piece of fabric that was on your bed and start waving it. "I surrender. You win"

"See, I told you, don't start something you can't handle," he chuckled as he was getting up from your bed.

Bucky has been your best friend for almost two years. The moment you both met, it was an instant click. You two were inseparable. You had a key to his place, so at three in the morning, you would break into his house. He also had the key to your apartment. Whenever he wanted to go on an adventure with you. He'll just go to your home.

There would be instants where you wondered if you had feelings towards him. But those feelings were buried deep down. You couldn't imagine ruining your friendship with Bucky, or worse, what if he didn't feel the same towards you. The only person that knew about these feeling was Wanda.

Each time you watch movies with Bucky, you would always wrap your arms around his bicep and place your head on his shoulder. When you went to his apartment, he had a drawer dedicated to your stuff. Such as clothes, feminine products, underwear, your painting items, anything that involved you. Since you mainly spent your time at Bucky's place if you weren't on a mission.

There would be occasions where he would flirt with you, but you didn't think much of it. You thought he was just friendly with you. Either way, he would occasionally go on dates with girls.

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For the first time in a very long time, you finally decided on a date with a guy. You were nervous about it. You had been talking to this guy for two weeks before he decided to ask you out on a date. You went to Wanda's place to get ready.

You went through her closet to see what dress you wanted to wear. You rarely owned any dresses. Your closet was mainly shirts and pants. Besides that, Wanda insisted that you borrowed one of her dresses.

"Are you excited about this date?" she looked at you with a smile on her face. She sounded excited for you. Finally, after years, you are going on a date. Wanda's face lit up as she started to walk towards you. "I have the perfect dress for you." She goes next to you and starts looking through her red dress section. She pulls out a short, small dress. It had thin straps that crossed on the back, forming a thin bow on the bottom. The front of the dress was straight. The material was silky satin. It was such a beautiful dress.

You look at Wanda with a confused look. "I don't think that is going to look good on me," you shook your head.

Placing the dress on your arms and gently pushing you to the bathroom, "you will look hot in this, now go try it on" Before shutting the door, she throws a pair of nude heels.

You take a big breath as you look at yourself in the mirror staring in the mirror. You didn't think the dress would look amazing on you, but it did. Your curves were hugged perfectly and with nude heels. You could stay home and walk around the house wearing this dress, you would.

Walking out of the bathroom, Wanda's eyes widen, and she slightly opens her mouth "wow, if I was a guy, right now, I would totally fuck you" She grabs your hand and pulls you back to the bathroom "let's finish getting you ready."

Vision appears from thin air "ladies, I just wanted to let you know that the rest of the gentlemen are here" You startled yourself when you saw a Vision. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he points to the door. "I'll leave using the door instead."

"Sorry about him. He does it all the time. I get scared as well." She chuckled.

She finished curling your hair and your makeup. "You look absolutely stunning. Whoever is having a date with you is lucky."

Turning around to face the mirror, you look at yourself. You looked beautiful, the way that Wanda did your makeup and your hair. Everything fell into perfect pieces.

Walking outside of Wanda's bedroom, you could hear Bucky's laugh 'fuck, fuck, why is he here' you thought to yourself.

Wanda takes your hand and stops halfway through. "Don't focus on him. If he liked you, he would tell you by now" she turns around and hugs you. "Now let's go, you have a date to go to" She holds your hand as you both continued to walk to the living room.

The second you entered the living room, you felt all eyes on you. But the ones that caught you the most were Buckys. His eyes were widened, and lips parted. "fuck” he whispered to himself. At this exact moment, he realized he had feelings for you. He always knew but never acknowledged them. All the memories that he had flashed over him. All the laughs you both shared, all the times you were there for him. Every little memory he shared with you.

Steve looks at Bucky and notices that he was drooling. Snapping his fingers in front of his face, "stop drooling over her. She is right there staring at you."

Bucky snapped out of the state he was in and places his hand over his mouth. Looking away from you, he tries to focus on the tv.

Wanda looks directly at Bucky with a confused look. She knew that Bucky had feelings for you deep down, but this was the first time he openly thought about you.

You held your hands together as you were slowly swaying. You were nervous, you wanted to know what Bucky was thinking, you wanted to forget about the date and go home instead.

Wanda goes to grab your purse and keys, placing both in your hands. "we have to go before you are late to your date," she starts pushing you towards the entrance of her home. Opening the door, she gently pushes you out. "Have fun. Text me if anything happens" She slams the door and leans onto it.

Bucky places both of his elbows on his thighs, placing his hands onto his face. He sighs in frustration.

"you have feelings for her, Bucky. Why haven't you told her yet" Wanda sits next to Bucky placing her hand on his back, trying to comfort him.

Sam and Steve raise their eyebrows as they look in Bucky's direction. "Hold up, Cyborg, you caught feelings for her" Sam turns to Steve. "I told you, Steve, that he did," he said in an excited voice. Steve rolled his eyes and gently pushes Sam.

Lopsided grin forms on Steve's face, "Am I really surprised, though?" he shrugs his shoulders. "Not really. Have you seen the way that Bucky looks at her and the way they act around each other?"

"can you both shut up? I'm trying to think," he mumbles as he removes his hands from his face.

"oh shit, Steve, he is short-circuiting. Someone bring the charger," Sam says in a teasing way as he gets up "never mind, Captain, let's head out before he ends up chasing the both of us."

Steve covers his mouth as he is trying to laugh. He goes up to Bucky placing his hand on his shoulder "go on and chase her." He walks away chasing after Sam.

There is quiet between him and Wanda as he continues to try to comfort him. "If I go after her and I tell her how I feel towards her." He pauses as he takes a drink of his glass of whiskey "what if she doesn't feel the same towards me" he shakes his head.

Wanda chuckles a little "oh, Buck. If you only knew," a smile forms on her face. "Why don't you go and find out for yourself" she continues rubbing his back in circular motions.

Bucky looks up at Wanda with a relief look in his eyes. She didn't need to say anything else. With only that, he knew that you had feelings for him as well.

Bucky rapidly gets up and runs towards the door. Ignoring what Wanda or anyone else was trying to tell him.

Running outside of Wanda's house. Turning his head left and right, looking for your car. The minute that he found your car, he ran towards it.

You take a deep breath. The nerves you had from earlier went away. 'just go on this date. You'll probably like him. He seems like a nice guy,' you thought to yourself. You hear the passenger's door be aggressively opened. You grab the first thing on your right. Throwing it in that direction, "ahhh," you screamed, "fuck, James!" You could feel your heartbeat a hundred beats a minute.

Bucky gets in your car and closes the door. He reaches towards you and wraps his arms around you "sorry, Doll. I didn't mean to scare you" he lets go of you and sits back onto the seat. "you look beautiful, by the way" he looks forward. He didn't want to know what reaction you had when he said that. "we need to talk." He said in a small voice as he licks his lips.

"What is it, Buck?" you knit your eyebrows together and form a frown on your face. You were concerned, especially because of how rapidly he opened the door and got inside your car.

He turns his head, facing your direction. Bucky grabs both of your hands and holds them for a couple of minutes. "This is something that I've been holding in for a while now" he knits his eyebrows together, and slight smile forms on his face. "I feel like I'm selfishly telling you this now, especially since you have a date-"

"Bucky, just get to it," you interrupted him. "he ended up canceling so, please take your time. I totally want my anxiety to be risen up to the roof," you said sarcastically.

Bucky takes a big breath and takes a big gulp. "This might sound stupid, but I don't want to see you with anyone else."

You looked at him with a confused look. "what do you mean?" you had no clue what he was saying or what he was trying to mean.

"I have feelings for you," he pauses "fuck, that felt nice to finally say it" he sighs in relief.

You froze. You were unsure if you were having a daydream or if this was real life. You stared at Bucky with widening eyes and a smile across your face.

Bucky didn't like that you were quiet. He wanted to know what you were thinking about, what was running through your mind. "In better words, I'm in love with you. I know that love is just a shout into the void, that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed. I'm tired of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I look at you, and I feel like I'm at home. You are my other half. I'm in love with you, sorry."

Looking at Bucky, that smile never turned into a frown. The instant you found out that you caught feelings for him, it was the moment that you wondered if he felt the same towards you. Late at night, when he held you in his arms, your thoughts would always go to that place. 'what if he liked me?' 'no, he couldn't.' But now that you have confirmation that he had liked you, not only like you but love you. Your heart fluttered. You loved this strange boy as well.

"I love you as well, Bucky" you placed your hand on his cheek, moving your thumb against his soft skin.

Bucky sigh in relief. He was scared from the start to tell you how he truly felt but not that he knows that you felt the same. He felt like a weight was lifted from his chest. "If you do decide to be with me. You know that there is no turning back, right?" he shrugs his shoulders. "You are kind of stuck with me now."

You snap your fingers "gosh, darn it. It looks like I am stuck with you." you had a big smile on your face. "I can't wait for what the future brings us. No matter what it is. I'm sticking with you." You wink at him. "It won't be easy getting rid of me, Bucky" you scrunched your nose.

"I don't plan on ever getting rid of you, Angel" that same smile you had was reflect on him. Reaching his phone, he checks the Time. "I'm aware that it's 7 pm. But, let's go camping" there was a bit of excitement in his voice. "first, let's get you comfortable clothes." He gets out of the car and walks around towards your side. Opening the door for you to get out since he wanted to drive. He grabs your hands and walks you to the other side, opening that door as well. You rolled your eyes as you had a small smile on your face.

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"Bucky, do you need help setting up the tent?" you chuckled. Bucky was struggling and refused to let you help him.

"Stupid fucking tent," he whispers to himself. He grunts as he gets frustrated.

You go near him and start helping him build the tent. He hated that you were helping him, but it was getting dark and cold.

When the tent was ready, he places the 15 blankets he decided to buy instead of buying an inflatable bed. Bucky hands you a small bag that contained makeup wipes. You had completely forgotten that you still had makeup on your face and the dress you were wearing. Lucky enough, you had spare shoes in your car. If not, you would have been doomed walking in the forest with heels on.

You grabbed the pillows from your car and placed them at the edge of the tent. You laid down, covering yourself with one of the blankets so you can change into the clothes that Bucky got you.

He lays right next to you, removing his pants just leaving him in his boxers and his t-shirt. He lifts up his arm as he wants you to lay next to him. Without a second thought, you place your head on his chest letting him wrap his arm around you.

"Doll… "he whispered, taking your chin between his thumb, tilting your face up towards him.

You were trembling as if in frost, as if in a fever, unable to control your own racing blood. "Bucky," you said huskily.

He reached out and lifted the heavy fall of hair, letting his hand stroke your neck and round to your throat, caressing the delicate line of your jaw with his thumb, making you shudder as your legs almost curled under you.

Bucky bent his head towards you, touching your lips with his in a kiss as light as a drifting feather, and you learned that the lips you had thought sensuous were everything that you had never allowed yourself to imagine.

Bucky's hand moved again under your hair, clasping the nape of your neck, pulling you towards him as his kiss deepened, lengthened, and possessed. Letting his hands slide the length of your body, he molded you against him in a slow sweet fusion that made you thrillingly aware of his desire.

"See the effect you have on me," he whispered as he pulled apart from you, his eyes glittering with almost stunning surprise as though searching yours for an answer.

Ignoring what he just said, you grabbed his shirt, pulling him in. Pressing your lips against his once again, parting your mouth just slightly, biting his lower lip. Wrapping your arms around him, slowly moving your hands upward, running your fingers through his hair.

He slides his hands underneath the shirt material, feeling your soft skin. He shifts his body on top of yours. "Are you sure about this?" he breaks the kiss. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable before anything else was going to happen.

You nodded your head. You knew what was going to happen next, and how for the longest time, you had been craving this. Your hands slide underneath his shirt, helping him remove it. With both hands, he slides the joggers that you were wearing. Meanwhile, he was doing that. You were removing your shirt.

Bucky goes back to kissing you. Both of your tongues were dancing together. His lips kissed you from your cheek towards your neck and moved downwards until he was in between your legs. With his left arm, he pulls the material of your panties to the side, exposing you to him. A small grunt a bit, feeling the coldness of his hand against your inner thigh. Kissing your inner thigh, leaving a few marks on there and moving upwards with his tongue against your clit, moving it in circles, then pressed down, teasing you. Bucky's fingers rub against your entrance. His tongue and fingers going at the same rhythm. You moaned out loud. Even if it was the first time, he knew how to take care of you.

Without losing his rhythm, he moved his way up, kissing you from your lower stomach up to your lips. He pauses and stares at you. You were breathing heavily, and your heart was pounding. Wanting to gain dominance, you slid under him, moving on top of him. You began kissing his neck the same way that he was doing to you. You cood against his skin, rocking your hips against his friction.

As much as he wanted you to take care of him, he wanted to take care of you first and your needs. He grabbed you by your hips and turned you. Before you could move, he pins you down onto your stomach, moving behind you. He grabbed you by your waist again and pulled you up so that your ass was sticking up in the air. Removing your panties, he spat on his fingers and rubbed them against your entrance. Without warning, he thrusted inside of you.

You both froze and gasped out loud at the feeling. Bucky started to rock his hips, just wanting to feel the way you felt around him. When you moaned out, "oh my god-" he couldn't hold himself back. He gripped your waist tighter and started slamming in and out of you.

Your hands clutched on the sheets underneath you while one of Bucky wrapped your hair around his hand. Grabbing your hair and his other hand stayed on your hips, holding you steady. "You feel so good, Bunny." He was staring down at you. The image of your bent over on your knees, your ass up in the air, and his hand tangled into your hair made him groan. He watched the way that his cock looked moving in and out of you.

"Come here," he mumbled as he pulls on your hair. He assisted you in positioning your back and shoulders against his chest, with the both of you on your knees. He had kept thrusting the entire while you were moving. He surrounded you with his arms, not wanting you to fall due to the lack of barriers.

You rolled your head back onto his shoulder, kissing his neck while he pounded you from behind. One of his hands reached up to your breast, running his fingers along with your nipple. And the other stayed around your torso. You tilted your head back enough for him to attach his lips to yours.

The two of you moved in perfect harmony. You'd never done this before, never had sex with someone so passionately. Neither had Bucky. It felt like you both were made for each other.

"Are you ready?" He referred to you by your name. "I'm gonna cum. Can you cum with me?" He asked you, pleading.

Then, as if you'd planned it exactly, you both hit your stride at the same Time—shockwaves coursing through both of your bodies as you moaned each other's names again and over.

It took you two a minute to regain your composure. He hadn't yet pulled away from you; instead, he remained inside of you as you collected your breath and regained your balance.

Placing your head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat miles a minute. You finally felt like you were at home. Bucky gets up and grabs the bag that he had prepared for you. Looking into the bag, he grabs a lotion bottle. He grabs your hand and pulls you forward, making sure that you were sitting on the edge of the duvet.

Not a word was spoken. It was peaceful and quiet hearing the sounds of the waterfall in the background. Bucky opened the bottle and squirted some into his palm before kneeling down. You flinched a little when the cold lotion hit your skin. But the moment that Bucky started to rub against your back, you softly moaned.

Bucky worked his way down your back, pressing and rubbing his fingertips against your skin. When he reached your lower back, he leaned on your shoulder and smiled when he noticed that you had a smile on your face and your eyes were closed.

'Is this what cloud nine feels like?' you thought to yourself. You were unsure if Bucky had said anything, but you just nodded in agreement. He was nothing but gentle to you, making sure that you felt pleasure and not pain. He got up and faced you now. He squirted more lotion on his hands and gently massage your feet. He knew you were ticklish there, so he tried his best not to make any sudden moves that might trigger you.

By the time he was finished, you felt so relaxed. He grabbed your panties and his shirt. You sat up, raising your arms up with your eyes partly opened as he pulled his shirt over you.

"you do realize that I'm never giving you back this shirt, right?" you chuckled as you laid down, placing your head onto the pillow.

Bucky nodded his head. "I know, Doll. That's why I'm giving it to you."

You fully opened your eyes and smiled at him. He leans in forward and kisses you. He lays down on the other side. Slipping under the covers and pulling them up over your bodies. You turned on your side and wiggled back, so you were pressed against his chest. If you could turn yourself into a puddle, this would be the exact moment you would. You melted into his embrace and smiled when you felt his face rub against your shoulder right before he wrapped his arms around you.

"I love you," he murmured softly against your skin.

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWO || FOR MYSELF

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mentions of violence and EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 09 february

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 3.0k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : ryomen sukuna

↳ next episode : girl of steel

↳ barista’s notes : since you loved the first one so much, i decided to do episode two for you guys ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ also i am now addicted to genshin impact and right now, i am on adventure rank 19 and already cleared the ‘stormterror lair’ thing ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ i hope you enjoy this cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen) and come again soon!

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’

3. this whole thing might be confusing and please don’t expect a part three because i will do it when i am ready or feel like i can at the right time ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ

4. i don’t know, if i am going to add this onto my masterlist since this was just for fun to be honest!

“What’s the situation?”

All of a sudden, a new voice came into the area leading you to turn your head to the side to find a rather tall male standing next to Fushiguro. From a quick glance, you could immediately inform yourself that had spiky white hair with a black blindfold covering his eyes, as he carried a paper bag on his arm while wearing a similar outfit to Fushiguro meaning he was another sorcerer.

“Gojo-sensei?! Why are you here?” Fushiguro asked in surprise, as he turned to look at what you assumed to be his teacher leading to the shadows around him to immediately disappear from sight.

“Gojo…” you muttered under your breath as you looked at the two male sorcerers right in front of you in horror as you came to the realisation of the situation you were facing.

‘Mother…..I’ve been found…..’

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“Hey!’ the teacher cheerfully greeted while waving an arm to his student as a short greeting. “I wasn’t planning on coming, but man, you’re roughed up,” Gojo explained, before leaning forward as if he was taking a closer look at Fushiguro to which then caused lead to his hand to go into his pocket as he proceeded to pull out his mobile phone. “I should show the second years, face this way!” the sorcerer playfully stated as he began to take a multitude of photos of the ‘roughed up’ student, leading to the subject of his images to turn away while covering his face with his arm.

Looking at the scene with anxiety looming above you like a rainy cloud, you swiftly turned your head back to see if you could find a way out without both of them as well as Itadori noticing as they were distracted for the time being.

‘Shit, the only way I can escape is either jumping from this floor or going through the large gap behind me, but that’s gonna make them notice. What am I going to do?!’

“Ah! Miss, I know you are already there, so no need to escape!” Gojo suddenly stated, causing you to quickly turn back with widened eyes - surprised at the fact that he knew what was on your mind - to find the teacher waving at you with the same greeting he gave to Fushiguro as if he had known you for some time, like an old friend one would say.

‘Ah…..what a drag….’ you thought, as you then carefully picked up the katana that had landed in front of you when the curse was exorcised before slowly sliding it back into the casing that was behind your back.

“The higher-ups wouldn’t such up with a special-grade cursed object gone missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing,” Gojo explained while looking down his phone like he was checking something when in your mind, you assumed that he was going through the photos that he took of Fushiguro due to his jolly smile that was displayed on his face.

‘Maybe, if you damn sorcerers got the cursed object sooner before the damn protective seal was ripped off, WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS SITUATION!’ you argued in your head, as you slowly began to realise the reasonings why your mother never took a liking to the higher-ups, to begin with.

‘Those higher-ups are so useless, all they do is command other sorcerers to do their dirty work while acting if they are superior dear. If I could, I would kill all of them’

“So, did you find it?” the blindfolded teacher asked, as he looked up from his device only for your schoolmate to interrupt the sorcerer’s conversation as he raised up his hand in a guilty manner. “Um...Sorry, but I ate it,” Itadori confessed, as he then pointed to himself to emphasise the statement leading Fushiguro to look down to the floor in what seemed to be in shame while Gojo turned to look at Itadori with a shocked expression.

“For real?” Gojo asked, trying to make sure that it wasn’t some sort of joke.

“For real,” Itadori and Fushiguro answered simultaneously, confirming that it wasn’t a joke at all.

In a complete rage, you slowly made your way towards your schoolmate before grabbing his shoulders with as much might as you could as you then turned him around to face you.

“I don’t know who broke that damn seal I placed on that stupid little hut, but maybe if you haven’t taken that finger, we wouldn’t be in this situation where these two dumbass sorcerers would be in our lives right now!!” you screamed in frustration leading to the two mentioned sorcerers to look at you with dumbfounded looks painted on their faces while Itadori just peered at you with an extremely surprised expression.

During the school hours, Itadori had seen you a few times around the hallways and in his class when you had to collect something for another teacher. From what he could read off, you were the calm and collective type, someone who was on top of their academics while being able to maintain close relationships with other students between the three-years that Sugisawa Municipal Highschool offered. Even though you came off a bit blunt from time to time when calling something or someone a ‘drag’, the students liked that from you since that meant you were being honest to them as well as to yourself, just like the time when you surprised everyone when you rejected being part of the school’s council's committee much to the President’s begging.

“But...shouldn’t you like sorcerers since you seem like one?” Itadori questioned with a confused tone, leading you to look at him with a rather both understandable but irritated expression which caused him to be nervous somewhat due to you being out of character.

“Just because I am one, doesn’t mean I like any of them!” you counted back, as you pointed towards the direction of Fushiguro and Gojo before continuing with “it was such a drag when Fushiguro was here this afternoon and it’s more of one now that two of them are here!” as you then let go of his shoulders before turning away to lean against the crooked metal balcony to relax your vocal cords after screaming so much.

Taking the opportunity, Gojo leaned to the side as if he was inspecting Itadori like he was painting before coming closer to the teenage boy with his hand on his chin as if he was thinking what he could do now. “Hehe, damn, it really did combine with you. That’s hilarious,” Gojo amusingly stated, causing you to turn back to look at the scene with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

‘What is hilarious about the situation right now? This isn’t something to find assuming Gojo’

“Anything off with your body?” Gojo questioned, after straightening his back leading itadori to inspect his body for a quick few seconds.

“Not particularly,” Itadori answered.

“Can you swap out with Sukuna?” Gojo then asked, leading you to then fully turn back to look at the special-grade sorcerer with extreme confusion and astonishment as you begin to wonder what hit Gojo’s head before coming here to the school.

“Sukuna?” Itadori confusingly stated as he looked at Gojo with a perplexed expression.

“The curse you stupidly ate,” you quickly answered, as you gave Itadori a serious glance before letting out a sigh of frustration leading Fushguro to quickly tug your arm as you dropped down to his height before you snatched your arm back, worried about what the Zenin relative would do to you.

“Oh…Yeah, I think I can do that,” Itadori clarified, as he placed his hand on his hip before giving a nod to emphasise this statement.

Stepping back, Gojo suddenly began to stretch in a weird position, which suddenly reminded you of a certain baseball player, but you couldn’t recall who before stating with confidence, “then give us ten seconds, once ten seconds are up, come back to us.”

‘Great, I’m going to die young…” you jokingly thought, as you looked to the side with a grim look as if you were staring at the death ripper at this very moment in time.

“But..” Itadori wavered, as he started to be concerned about Gojo's request since he didn’t know what damage Sukuna could do or how the teacher was going to be at the end of it. “Don’t worry, I’m the strongest,” Gojo confidently stated, leading to another grim look to appear on your face, as you were getting annoyed at his constant confidence even though you knew he had the right to be.

“Megumi, hold on to this,” Gojo demanded before throwing the bag towards his student, leading to the catcher to catch it with his hands before looking down on the paper bag with curiosity.

“Megumi?” you quietly questioned as you suddenly discovered that the sorcerer next to you had a feminine name - since it was quite rare to hear a male have a name that was generally used for the female gender.

“What is this?” Fushiguro asked before his teacher stretched his arms right in front of both of you before answering, “Kikufuku from Kikusuian! It’s Sendai’s speciality, and it’s super good! I recommend the zunda and cream flavour!”

‘So...this man bought mochi when people here were dying, ah...that was dumbass~’

“It’s not a souvenir, I’m going to eat it on the bullet train home,” Gojo stated as if he needed an explanation for his actions. However, what got your full attention was the black markings that were gradually coming onto Itadori’s skin before he suddenly jumped up into the air while Gojo was still explaining his reasoning for this purchase.

“Uh Oh~” you commented, as you stared at the sky with widened eyes before Fushiguro screamed for his teacher’s attention at the curse directing an attack from behind. However, it seemed like his teacher wasn’t fazed on second as he continued explaining the reason why he bought the mochi, “Kikufuku’s not like other souvenirs…”

‘I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WASN’T A SOUVENIR!’ you screamed in your mind before ducking your head down as Itadori’s body finally crashed back to the ground, trying to make sure that the debris didn’t blind you at all. Quickly looking back up to check what was happening, you suddenly came into eye to eye contact with a bright shade of ruby mixed with a hint of malevolence. You came to the realisation that it was Sukuan who was now in front of you while Gojo was casually sitting on his hack like a horse.

“And the whipped cream inside is simply exquisite..” Gojo continued talking, causing you to give off a confused expression on what really was going on inside the special-grade sorcerer’s mind and what his main priority was right now. Suddenly, Sukuna made a 180 degree turn to aim for another attack, yet the second Gojo clasped his hands together, he once again missed and as well as the other attacks he tried to execute.

Unexpectedly, Gojo appeared behind Sukuna’s back before leaning back to say something within his ear, “my student and a little sorcerer’s watching, so I’m going to show off a little.” Instantaneously, Gojo disappeared once again before grabbing the curse vessel’s arm as he then processed to hit Sukuna’s face with his arm, leading to Itadori’s body to slightly fling itself up in the air.

‘What is he manipulating? Time? No, that’s not it….is it like a vacuum? But that means he would be controlling empty space with no particles…’

Suddenly, you slightly noticed the slight manipulated on the air as Gojo’s arm begins to swing leading you to come to the conclusion that Gojo’s cursed technique might be the control of space at an atomic level, leading to a massive pressure to hit the King of Curses as his body smashed into the only part of metal railing that wasn’t bent.

“For crying out loud, you jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna declared as he, once again, jumped into the air while somehow carrying massive pieces of the broken wall along with him before slamming down at Gojo’s direction. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me,” Sukuna arrogantly stated, with a smirk on his face as some of the windows processed to smash.

However, the second the thin debris started to clear up, Sukuna’s expression quickly twisted into shock as a brightly lit barrier enclosed his opponent, yet he wasn’t the one that had a surprised expression on his face. Turning back around, Gojo found you kneeling next to Fushguro with a flat palm on the ground as your curse energy flowed down to the ground as if the box just didn’t just end on the ground that they were standing on right now.

“This is such a drag,” you muttered before standing up straight as you observed the walls making sure that there wasn’t a single crack when the rocks could have hit. “Seven, eight, nine, ten,” you counted and right on time there was a sudden change in curse energy pressure around you leading you to come to the conclusion that Itadori was now switching back, surprising Sukuan once again at the circumstances that he was in.

“Oh, was everything okay?” Itadori innocently asked, one the marking disappearing leading you to undo your curse spell as the walls slowly started to fade away with little blue parts flying away like they were little fireflies.

“I’m shocked, you really can control it!” Gojo cheered while Fushiguro looked onto the scene with such surprise and confusion on what was happening.

“He’s kind of annoying, though,” Itadori commented as he continuously smacked his head, “I can hear his voice.”

‘And is smacking your head gonna make it better, idiot?’

“It’s a miracle that’s all he’s doing,” Gojo stated, with a smirk on his face as he began to walk towards Itadori before suddenly placing his middle and index finger on the salmon-haired forehead, causing Itadori to freeze for a second before giving in to the suddenly unconscious feeling empowering his body to which lead to his falling within the teacher’s arms.

“What did you do?” Fushiguro asked with slight worry in his tone.

“Knocked him out,” Gojo then answered. “If he isn’t possessed by Sukuna when he wakes up, he might have potential as a vessel,” the white-haired sorcerer explained as he then turned to his student with a question in mind.

“Now, I have a question for you, what should we do with him and the little miss, who is trying to run away?”

Confused, Fushiguro turned around, only to find you with your back turned to both of them as your foot halted the second his teacher had mentioned you. Turning back around Fushiguro then looked at his teacher with a serious expression displayed on his face, “even if he is a vessel, jujutsu regulations demand Itadori be executed. However, I don’t want to let him die!”

“Your personal feelings?” Gojo playful asked his student with a smirk on his face before Fushguro quickly answered, “yes, please do something about this.”

“Hehe~ Now it’s a request from a previous student,” Gojo stated, as he proceeded to lift up the unconscious teenager onto this shoulder. “Leave it to me! But also, what do you want to do with Miss runaway?” Gojo commented, once again leading you to halt your movement as you surprisingly made some distance between you and the two sorcerers now staring at your back.

‘Ah…..caught again…..’

Turning around, you looked towards the two sorcerers with a nonchalant expression displayed before giving them the hand gesture of ‘shooing them away. “There’s nothing you got to do with me, take Itadori and make sure to do what you’re planning to do, don’t drag me into your mess,” you commented, as you turned around once again, only to find the infamous sorcerer to be standing right in front of you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Come on~ Jujtutsu Tech is so much fun, you get to make a few friends and you get to bug Megumi!” Gojo cheerfully tried to persuade you, only for you to scoff in annoyance at this futile attempt to invite you to the school that your mother informed you all about.

“I rather not be near anyone belonging with the three clans,” you irritatedly declared as you placed your hand on your hip trying to keep a distance between you and the teacher. However, this statement of yours caused Gojo and Fushiguro to look at you with surprise painted on their faces. How much did you know about the Jujutsu world? How did you have the acknowledgement of the three great families? Who were you and how much you had the strength to stop Sukuna’s attack within a millisecond?

“L/N!” Fushiguro stated, leading you to turn to him with an angered expression on your face which caused Gojo to peer at you with seriousness clouding his entire body.

“L/N huh?” Gojo curiously questioned, “no wonder your curse technique is familiar to what those old documents have told.”

Taken back to his discovery, you turned back to look at Gojo will a deadpan expression leading him to then carefully suggest, “Since you are part of the lost L/N clan, I won’t tell the higher-ups about your existence but rather have you twist your name slightly when you enrol, how does that sound?”

Glancing at the teacher with suspicion, you tried to hide the gut-wrenching feeling that there was not a possible chance of you now escaping from this. You had been caught and found and there was no way to lie yourself out of this situation you were in, not when Gojo had discovered who you really were while Fushiguro seemed to look clueless on what was going on between his teacher and the female sorcerer in front of him.

Letting out a sigh of frustration once again, you looked up at the sky, letting the same moonlight bathe your face as it did for Sukuna a few minutes ago.

“What a drag”

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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Decided to do a part 2 (due courtesy of @an-ambivalent and @definitetrashlord for motivating me to even continue this series HEHE💖)

Pt. 1

Tw: manipulation, dubcon, language

It isn’t the cum that slides down your legs continuously, nor the black and blue marks that so obviously covers the expanse of your neck at all times, no.

It’s the constant surveillance you’re under, it’s the lack of conversation you get from your comrades, it’s the way you mold and shift for however he wants you to be that solidifies his hold on you.

The attack from three weeks ago feels like yesterday, the way he held your head up by your hair after he was done ruining you and crooned in your ear that you were his now, and you’d be suicidal if you continued to lash out on his godsent decision plays like a broken record in your head.

You can’t look him in the eyes now, only meekly staring at his feet when he orders you to stand in front of him. Sometimes he’ll circle you and invade in your personal space, standing behind you and leaning in close behind your ear, simply inhaling you and saying nothing. Other times when no one’s around he’ll lounge back on the couch with a beer in his hand, spreading his knees wide while he lazily orders you to dance for him, slowly stripping away your self esteem and clothes simultaneously.

He doesn’t seem to outwardly mind the silence that seeps from you anymore, now that he has your body and attention focused solely on him.

Even Tomura has stopped talking to you just for fun. He’ll try and make a snipe at you, fruitlessly expecting your once-usual comebacks, but all you can do is blearily smile at him.

It makes everyone uneasy how quickly you’ve been reduced to nothing.

You couldn’t leave even if you tried to. Your medical skills were too valuable to be rejected, and Dabi’s scrutinizing tabs on you wouldn’t allow for even a foot stepped outside if not for Shigaraki’s missions.

Even your meals are meager at best, mainly consisting of copious amounts of alcohol and shitty ambiguous burnt food that pops up on the counters randomly.

You feel dirty, like a disease-infested rat. No amount is showering from the dingy stalls, no amount of cheap soap bars wittled down on your body erases the feeling of being used.

Dabi has never been in more love than he has now.

He hopes you like the food he makes, secretly placing it on the bar counter seconds before you sit down. Sure, the food might be a little burnt, but it’s still your favorite right?

It doesn’t matter how expensive the shower products are, he thinks they smell nice and that they’d smell even better on you. Shigaraki can fuck off, he’s not spending too much revenue on his girl, it’s the bare minimum he can do to show you how much he appreciates you playing by his rules...even if he can never say it out loud.

And his favorite part at the end of every day is putting his surely-misplaced words of affection into action, where he can scream with his body against yours how long he’s wanted you for, how thankful he is to any deity that exists that you’ve been placed in his care.

Dabi might be in love, but he’s not stupid though.

He sees the way your body becomes more and more deteriorated, notices the small change of you hesitation to answer him, the way you can never truly look at him, how you retreat to his room more and more(your room has just become a guest room now after he burned all your belongings, rendering you completely dependent on him to supply you with scratchy clothes and feminine products, no matter how embarrassing it is for you). It’s so frustrating to him- you’re not actually doing anything wrong, but you’re not doing it right either. How long does he have to keep threatening you for? Why can’t you just be happy with him? At least pretend like he’s not the villain for once.

He just feels so passionately for you, a word he never thought would be used in his vocabulary. It all bottles up, and sometimes he feels like he isn’t expressing his feelings of love, jealousy at you not giving him enough attention at times, concern over your quiet demeanor, and wanting of you enough.

You’ve never been more broken than you are now.

If it wasn’t bad enough that you bend at his every beck and call, he expects you to understand his body language and cravings without him even saying anything, which is more so often than not. He just stares at you for so, so long. You originally tried to get up and leave after he dragged you over to the couch and plopped you down, but immediately stilled after smoke began curling from his wrists.

“What do you want?”

“Nothing.”

You look at him incredulously, but his lids are lowered at you as he smokes a blunt. And so you exhale in annoyance and run a hand through your hair, closing your eyes to avoid looking into his unnerving glacial eyes.

It’s too bad you don’t see the big red hearts in them that break when you turn away from him.

You’re just so pretty, how can you expect him not to stare?

He tries to get you to do weird things too when you guys are alone and he’s not plowing you into the mattress.

Once on a cool winter night a majority of the League was out hunting for recruits. Dabi, you, and Spinner had done your quotas already-or,rather, Dabi had yanked you by your wrist alongside him through the dark alleyways, growling at you to “Keep your mouth shut and let me do the talking. If I see you looking at any one of these trash kindlings I’ll burn the whole alley up and force you to watch”.

And so while the rest of the party was out, Spinner had mumbled something about needing to take a piss with a pointed glare from Dabi and you were left alone again with your...boyfriend?

He sits down on the crumbling leather and gives you a once over, not saying anything.

You fidget in place, thinking he was going to make you give him another slutty show.

Moments pass, and he snaps, “Well?”

“W-well what?”

“Are you just gonna stand there like some braindead bitch? Sit down.” He leers at you.

You drop into the loveseat at the other end, looking down at your lap. You can’t see his expression, but he scoffs in disbelief.

“Are you actually slow? Get the fuck over here, it’s cold as shit.”

And so you scooch over to him regrettably, knees touching with his as you squirm.

He leans forward and turns to face you, reaching out a hand to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. He notices you trembling and squeezing your eyes shut, so he stops midway.

He sits back again and as soon as you feel his presence retreat you let out our breath.

It hurts his heart to hear it.

You solely turn to face him when he doesn’t say anything, and he points to one of the grimy blankets strewn over the side of the tv. He grunts, and you catch his drift.

You get up to retrieve it, and hear his gravelly voice. “Get the remote too.”

When both items are brought back, Dabi snatches the blanket from you and drapes it over himself contentedly.

What am I, an errand girl?

He tosses the remote at you to your surprise, and you look at him with raised eyebrows.

He props his cheek against a fist and stares briefly at the tv.

You take your chances and press the on button on the remote.

The ancient monitor comes to life, and it takes a few minutes of scrolling through the channels and glancing at Dabi’s face to decide the appropriate one to watch. You settle on some old slasher finally after seeing the scowl on his face lessen at the sight of a rusted blade chopping through some guy’s shoulders.

It’s weird to be sitting there with your bully-turned-beau, watching a horror flick as if your relationship with him was normal. You’re surprised he hasn’t jumped your bones yet, it’s what he always wants to do these days as if you’re planning on leaving and it’s his last dying wish to fuck you.

But he does nothing except for sit there, gazing at the screen with unblinking eyes, bouncing his knee.

He wants you near him.

What, does he have to spell it out for you? Why do you think he even sat you next to him with a blanket and a shitty movie?

Dabi expected you to snuggle up to him the moment you say back down. It’s rather insulting that you haven’t so far, if he’s being honest. Why would a fire user like him need a blanket to keep warm? That was for you.

And the horror movie? The only reason he allowed you to put it on is because he wanted you to jump, scream, flinch-hell, do something so he can put an arm around you and tease you for being scared!

But you just sit there. Stock-still, like a deer caught in headlights. Hands in your lap, back straight up, it bothers him that you’re not relaxing around him.

“Aren’t you cold?” You jump at the break in silence.

Indeed it is cold, the chilly winter draft seeping through the crumbling foundations of the old bar. But you’d resist, not wanting to know where he was going with this.

“Uh, no, I’m good thanks.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “You’re literally shaking cold, doll. Come here.”

You turn to him beseechingly, very much not wanting to prolong this. “Dabi...”

You’re met with an icy glare.

And so you begrudgingly scoot closer to him, barely a few inches away. Gingerly picking up the corner of the blanket, you place it over your lap in a faux effort to warm yourself.

Dabi rolls his eyes when he sees this, and pulls you by your arms to fall against his chest.

You gasp lightly at how warm his torso is, and can’t help the shiver that passes over you.

Unable to stop yourself from chasing the warmth amidst the cold night, you huddle closer to him, pressing your palms against his chest to feel more of his heat.

He looks down at your head and gives the slightest twitch of his lips.

His heart swells, and he hopes you don’t hear how embarrassingly loud it’s pounding against your hands.

You slowly start melting in his hold, shifting your leg up adjoining his to seek out more heat, and it makes his cock twitch slightly. He likes you like this: pliant, easy, comfortable. He just wishes you’d talk more, and with less of that apprehension and fear in your eyes

Some minutes pass, the slasher fic having been ended and changing to a rom-com. Dabi doesn’t remember the last time he saw one of those. It must have been back when he was Touya, back when his mom would bake his favorite cookies and him and Fuyumi-chan and Natsu would chase each other around-

You stir in his arms, mumbling a bit from dozing off. Dabi gazes at you, wondering when the day would be when you bake him his favorite meals, when he gets to chase you around and make you giggle instead of chasing you like prey and making you scream.

He rubs up and down you arms soothingly with hot palms as you murmur and begin to wake up. You sit up from his chest and rub your eyes, yawning widely all the while.

It’s only when you focus on him smirking down at you that you jump back as if you’ve been electrocuted.

His smile drops at that.

You scowl at his proximity, mentally face-palming at how you could’ve been lulled to sleep so easily by this dickhead. It wasn’t even that cold, how could you have warmed up so easily to him?

A blast of icy air seemingly coming from nowhere settled over your bones and you shivered violently, rubbing your arms that were warm a minute ago.

Okay, maybe it was a bit cold. But you’d be damned if you willingly became vulnerable for him any more than you had to.

“Is someone tired?” He teased, his white teeth gleaming with his sickening grin.

“Whatever, I’m going to bed,” you mutter and avert your eyes, getting up to go upstairs.

“Good idea, I think I’ll come too.” You don’t need to turn around to hear the smug laughter in his voice, knowing full well that he was making fun of you.

You grumble and stalk upstairs with him right at your heels. At one point he lifts his gaze just to see your cute ass sashaying side-to-side with every step you took up.

He can’t help himself when he reaches a hand out and squeezes the flesh there, causing you to yelp and shoot up the stairs even faster.

Dabi shakes his head and snickers to himself, beelining after you to his quarters.

It’s a medium size-room, not meant for two people but that doesn’t stop him from cramming you in here every night.

You’re already glowering at his sheets, yanking them back and getting ready to dive in when a sudden thought strikes him.

“Have you eaten yet?” He leans against the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“Yes.” Comes your muddled answer from beneath the comforter.

You did not, in fact, eat anything for almost a day and a half. You couldn’t do it, your stomach was constantly in knots from his presence.

“Don’t lie to me,” his nostrils flare and he glares at you.

“I said I ate already.”

“Yeah? When exactly? ‘Cause if I remember right, i haven’t seen you leave my sight for almost 36 hours now, and none of that time includes when you ate.”

You stay silent, fuming underneath the covers. Why the hell was he so concerned about you? It pisses you off that he’s putting up a fake act of caring about you, just so that he feels less guilty about raping you.

He sighs and shifts to open the door. “Stop being such a bratty little shit. You were doing so well earlier, so keep it that way unless you wanna piss me off.”

Dabi turns the knob and takes a step out of the room. “I’ll ask you one last time before I choose myself- what do you wanna eat?”

“Eat shit.”

It’s so faint and muffled, but he hears it. His eyes widen marginally, his jaw clenches and the brass knob under his inflamed palm starts to steam and bubble.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“I said eat shit!” You throw the covers off and glare at him full on. “Stop pretending like you actually like me, or that you care about me. You’re a crazy fucking rapist, you’re not my father for gods’ sake, so stop trying to be this fake good person!”

The only sound around the room is your soft panting and the squeaking of bubbling metal. Then, it stop.

He steps forward, and speaks softly. “You want me to be the villain so bad?”

Another step forward, and you instinctively retract your legs from the edge of the bed.

“Fine. We’ll play your little game. You’re not leaving this room until I say so, or eating until I give you permission, since that’s what you wanted anyways. Wanna act like a stone cold bitch? Be my guest.”

His posture immediately relaxes, and his smug smile returns as he crosses the room to flip onto the bed.

You look at him in disbelief. “Are you kidding me?”

He turns over and scrolls through his phone.

There’s no way he’s serious. Is he actually planning on keeping you in this room? You’re already limited to the base as it is with him breathing down your back, no way in hell you’d tolerate even more confinement.

Just to check his bluff, you slowly slip off the bed and pad towards the door, one eye over your shoulder to check that he hadn’t turned around. But the second your hand outreaches for the disfigured blob of cooling metal on the door, a massive wave of blue flames lash out mere inches from your hand and between the knob.

You scream and clutch your hand, leaping backwards.

“What the fuck, Dabi?!”

He says nothing, but continues to smirk at his phone.

You take a deep breath and are about to try to open it again his his raspy voice calls out, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. My nursing skills aren’t as good as yours. And even if you do manage to sever your hand and try again, if you leave then I’ll personally make sure Shigaraki withdraws all your missions here on out.”

You pause at that, cursing under your breath. As much as you knew he’d never admit it to your face, your leader needed Dabi for long distance combat. He was the second most powerful member in the group, so his word was scripture after Shigaraki’s himself. He would do anything Dabi would say if it meant keeping him in the League. You, however, were expendable at the end of the day.

Sighing, you trudge your way back to the rickety bed, grumbling under your breath. He says nothing, simply continuing to scroll through his phone as if he didn’t blast hellfire at you seconds before.

Sleep did not come easily. Even after Dabi put his phone away, he didn’t press up against you like he usually did at night. The empty space behind you was growing colder and harder to ignore.

You tossed and turned for a couple minutes, contemplating what to do. Apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn’t let you leave the room until he said so. So when was he gonna give you the all-clear?

Your stomach rumbled loudly, and you winced clutching it. Damn it. If only you had taken up his offer instead of throwing a tantrum.

Finally, after an excruciating 10 minutes more of deafening silence save for your weeping stomach, you cave in.

“Dabi.”

Silence.

“Dabi, you awake?” You prop yourself up on an elbow and peek over his shoulder. His eyes are closed, but his chest is moving too fast for a slumber.

“Look, I’m...I’m sorry I didn’t listen, okay? I should’ve eaten when you told me to.”

Nothing again.

“Hey.” You lightly shake his shoulder, but no response comes from him.

You sigh in frustration, tapping your fingers on the pillowcase. Suddenly, an idea comes to you, but it makes your stomach recoil in disgust and quiet down its grumbling. Desperation is a bitch.

“Can I make it up to you...?”

And finally, he turns around to face you, one cheek propped against his palm, a lazy grin complimenting his salacious gaze.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so earlier doll?”

You grimace in disgust, mixed emotions at your plan working.

“So what exactly did you have in mind, hmm?” He pouts condescendingly down at you, and you grit your teeth before letting him in on it.

“Um, well..I thought maybe I could...um, y’know, like..I wanna, um...” Oh god. This was more embarrassing than you thought. How are you supposed to ask your captor if you can suck his dick? Usually he just took you fighting tooth and nail, you never fully submitted like this before.

And he knows it too, based on the way his eyes gleam in the silver moonlight and shadows of lust cross his face while looking at your wide eyes and bitten bottom lip, your fidgeting fingers showing nothing but needing pure guidance.

But this isn’t supposed to be easy, he doesn’t want you to feel comfortable, he wants you to feel bad and make it up to him.

To give you a little push, however, he gives toga slight hint as he sits up and leans back against the rickety bedrest, folding his arms behind his head.

“So, what’s it gonna be sweetheart? ‘Gonna stare at me like that all night or are you gonna tell me how you’re gonna make this up to me?”

You look up at him, conflicted for a moment before solidifying your resolve. You shyly reach out a hand and touch the outside of his thigh, slowly rubbing and moving it closer up to the tent in his pelvis.

Oh, this is precious.

“What?” He sneers. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. You were pushing me away earlier, but now you wanna suck my dick? Make up your mind, babe.”

You wince and continue, not backing down from his mean comment. You knew he wanted this, he expected this from you. That’s why even though he’s spitting venom from his lips, his hips are bucking up into your hand as you stroke over his member.

Your fingers move nimbly up and down, around and under his thighs and dick, with him softly cursing in the background as he grows harder and harder.

“Stop being a tease and get to sucking. It’s what you were made for, anyways,” Dabi’s low voice comes out from in between little moans.

Your hand shakes a little bit as you fumble with the drawstrings on his pj’s, and he snickers at your inexperience. When you finally free his length, it bounces out like its on fucking hydraulics, precum beading up at the tip, his shaft coated with an intimidation Jacob’s Ladder.

He watches you lick your lips and he groans under his breath. You’re nervous and scared, but he’s wondering whose heart is beating faster right now. The hand which you use to hesitantly start pumping him is so much softer than his own, and even though he’s gotten fairly accustomed to your body and the feel of it, the sensations multiply tenfold when you do it willingly for him.

Dabi has half a mind to shove your head down onto his shaft when he feels like you’re stalling with your hands, however good they feel. He wants to see you sloppy with saliva dribbling down your chin like a baby.

But he waits. As excruciatingly painful as it is, he wants to see what you’re like when you do things at your own pace, and at your own...comfort? If you can even call it that.

Finally, finally after caving in from his silent flower you get the idea to put it in your mouth.

Your face contorts in disgust as you slowly lower your head and latch your lips onto the slippery bulb, hollowing your cheeks out and sucking hard at the tip.

Dabi hisses and juts his hips up into your mouth, furiously chewing at his burnt lower lip as he holds back a pornographic moan. He knows you’d be startled and embarrassed by it, so he refrains...for now.

That doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tell you what to do, though.

“Yeah, just like that. Suck it like an ice-pop. No, don’t use your teeth idiot. And fondle my balls while you’re at it, too.”

Instructions pour into your ears, one after another as you fumble around trying to satiate his needs. You’re clumsy, which makes it even messier and hotter for him. Various fluids coat your hand and the lower half of your face as you work on him, doing exactly what he says. Sucking and kitten-licking the tip, even going so far as to dip your tongue into the crevice of his tiny hole and rapidly lick up the massive amounts of pre bubbling up after doing so, spiraling your tongue down the piercings and on his shaft until you circle around his balls. Your spit helps as lube to slick up his dick as you pump your hand while nursing on his plush balls.

Dabi, of course, has a hand woven through your hair and randomly jerks down on your head when you hit a good spot. You can tell he’s trying his best to hold back from his way his body and arms shake in self restraint, so you know it’s time to finish things up before his control snaps.

You start stroking him even faster, squeezing a little harder when you move up on his tip and massaging his balls. The soft schlick schlick sounds echo throughout the quiet room, the rustling of his sheets as his legs move to their own accord mute the thudding of both your hearts.

You can tell his orgasm is about to come from the way his cheeks puff up and his chest heaves. Pulling away is futile, as the second he sees recognition in your eyes he finally does what he’s been wanting to do, and slams your head all the way down his length.

He starts actually face-fucking you now, all 7 1/2 inches tightly cramming in your throat. You retch and cry out around his dick, trying to pull your head back but he’s not having it; he pounds the back of your canal and you swear you’ll wake up with a bruised esophagus in the morning.

“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck yes doll, fuck, just a little more, you’re doing so good, my little cumdump huh? You love me, yeah? Of course you do, of course you love your daddy, you’re never gonna leave me you’re gonna stay right here under me like the good little girl you are-“

Filth pours from his mouth as white ropes leave his cock, your already-filled throat flooding with his seed and leaking out of your strained mouth.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he waits for a moment or two, calming his breath down by taking deep inhales in place of his rapid panting. His breath deepens after a minute or two, but he still has an iron grip on the back of your head sealed so tight that the cum is trapped on the inside of your stretched lips.

“Mmmfh!” You cry out and beat at his knee. He finally looks down at focuses on you, squinting and laughing at your predicament.

“Aww what’s wrong, don’t wanna gargle my kids? Would you rather have them someplace else?” He shakes your head back and forth on his softening cock and more seed spills out over your mouth and around his groin.

You painfully pull your head up, and Dabi revels in how you look.

Teary-eyed, your hair a mess, cum and spit coating your mouth like a fucking whore.

You’ve never looked more beautiful to him than you have at that moment.

“Come on, clean me up,” he gestures to the mess on his body, and you grimace.

“Do I have to? I just did what you wanted me to-“

“I thought you were trying to make it up to me?” He raises an eyebrow and looks you up and down.

You sigh and try to do it quickly, ingesting the vile contents and avoiding his cruel grin.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finish him off and flop down in bed, catching your breath.

“So, was that good enough? Can I go outside now?”

“It’s the middle of the night, where the hell would you go right now?” He fluffs up his pillow and pulls his pants back up, getting ready to actually sleep this time.

“Well, I mean yeah, but...you know what I mean, in the morning you’ll let me go out, right?”

He rolls over to face you, and you can’t decipher what emotion crosses his face as his position blocks out the moonlight. From his body rolled over, the light reflecting off the side of his head would almost make it seem like he had white hair.

“Who said anything about letting you go out?”

You gape at him for a moment, then chuckle nervously. “Come on, don’t freak me out like that. You said that if I made it up to you-“

“I said make it up to me, as in apologize for your bitchy attitude. I didn’t say anything about you leaving. You’re gonna have to do more than a shitty blowjob if you wanna leave this room.”

“Dabi!”

“What? I’m just complying with what you wanted. You didn’t wanna go with me, right? So, I’m playing by your rules.” He says simply, shrugging as if it’s no big deal.

Tears brim up in your eyes. “You’re an asshole.”

“Exactly. Which is why you’re not leaving until I say so.”

You turn over and scoot away from him, ignoring his scoff. But you suppose you couldn’t be too mad, after all.

You don’t know what you were expecting from a villain anyways.

#bnha #dabi smut #tw:dubcon #mha Dabi #dabi oneshot #touya todoroki #touya #bnha dabi #yandere dabi x reader #Dabi #dabi x reader

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loyaltykask · 3 years ago

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Hey I’m just gonna to gush little about how the turtles would react if I came out as trans

I am so tired of people saying that Leonardo would be transphobic because he’s a traditional dude. Traditional doesn’t always mean bigoted, and Leo just isn’t the type that would care all that much on gender anyway. He’s a ninja turtle, why would care about human gender norms when he can be mastering the blade? I’m not saying he would understand and get confused but he’s calm and rational enough to educate himself. Like the guys clearly connects to the spiritual realm intensely and and can at least understand how the body doesn’t always reflect what’s on the inside. Like he would judge you harshly on the context of your character sure but he would never judge you based on how you identify. He would encourage people to search within themselves and being comfortable with who they are. Like if he is open minded enough to keep giving Karai second chances I think he’s open minded enough about gender

If anyone ever says that Raphael the Punk King himself who beats up transphobes in his sleep is transaphobic I will knock their ass out. He doesn’t care what you identify with he only cares about if you are still going to bash bad guys with him. He’s been out on the street more so than his brothers and he knows at least 30% of the homeless population in New York, by name, especially the younger homeless kids who get kick out of their families for either coming out or being found out. He is tough but he knows that nobody deserves to be discriminated for being yourself. Coming out may lead to him to have his own gender identity crisis though because he really identifies with what it means to be a man but then he eventually finds that being a man means about respecting others and always trying to better yourself than any toxic masculinity stereotypes.

Donnie himself would create the perfect invention that would instantly transform peoples sex to match their gender if they so wish. He’s a scientist he understands the difference between biological sex and gender identification and how use of culture changes how we view them. He’s always been a kind and patient person, thought eccentric at times he is always about learning new things. Like Leo I don’t think he thinks much about his own gender, like why gender when you can be making a hover bike out of spoons and clocks? But he understands that gender can be important to how others identify and would never push that it is not important at all. He would be the type to learn all the pronouns and all the terminology in order to be better educated in the subject. Like this isn’t even a question he’s a trans ally

Michaelangelo is the embodiment of he’s a little confused but he has the spirit. It’s either a split between that he might not be aware of transgenderism and that he has always just taken peoples gender at face value, never felt the need to question beyond that. Or he is like Raph and totally is aware of what is means to be transgender and totally understands the emotional side of how you identify but not so much the physical side. He knows what’s it’s like to be judge on how you look to other when that doesn’t reflect who you are a person and he never wish that upon someone else. He might fall into some stereotypes to try to be supportive like getting you some more masculine/feminine clothes or hobbies to help but he’s quick to accept that it’s not what your wear or what you do that validates your gender. He is the kind to immediately respects your choice and fully support you but also suggest that you get lasers if you get surgery so you can be part cyborg as well. And while I agree that trans people deserve lasers he still a little confused but utterly supportive.

In conclusion, not a single turtle is transphobic and will never be transphobic

#tmnt #leonardo #raphael #michelangelo #donatello #might add April Casey and Spiknter later #this is for all iterations btw #teenage mutant ninja turtle imagine #rottmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 14 #tmnt 16 #tmnt 1987

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velvetcloxds · 4 years ago

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CURVES| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x fem!Reader

Word count: 1885 words

Warning: discussing body image, negative opinion of body, body comparison

Summary: Reader and Derek have been friends for years. Derek finds her in her kitchen worrying over having to go swimming with Lydia and reader explains her struggle with her body image.

“I don’t know.” I say, holding my books tighter against my chest as I follow Lydia to the bleachers. She frowns.

“Please,” She begs, grabbing my arms and pulling me to a stop. “It’s been forever since we did anything together, just the girls,” She explains and looks back to where Jackson and the other lacrosse players are walking out of the school building. “I need a night without lacrosse talk.” She says and I smile lightly at her little eyes roll, but frown again when she looks back at me for a reply.

“I’m not getting out of this, am I?” I ask and she nods with a satisfied smile and I sigh loudly. “Can I convince you to do anything else?” She shakes her head quickly.

“Shopping and sunbathing, Y/n. It’s all we need, “ She says, linking our arms as we start walking again. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning and we’ll go get some new bikini’s before going to the lake house,” She informs me and nods at Jackson who is waving her over to the bench. “Duty calls. Stop pouting it’s going to be fun.” She tells me and boops my nose before scurrying away towards Jackson and I shake my head with a smile as I watch her leave. I stay still for a while, making sure she reaches him without being hassled by anyone and then turn to leave, already dreading the weekend ahead, even though it’s quite literally just begun.

I fall into step quite quickly, only pausing to put my books into my bag before walking home. My parents are working late again, so I have the house for myself for a couple of hours, but if history has taught me anything, it’s that Derek Hale tends to show up unplanned and unfed, whenever he wants. Not that I mind, it’s always been like that and only more so since the fire.

I lock the door behind me, throwing my bag onto the couch and heading to the kitchen. I shake my head when I see Derek’s car parked in the backyard, just like I thought it would be and grab the pizza bites out of the freezer. The stairs creek behind me as the microwave starts doing its thing and I throw the empty box away.

“How did you get in here?” I ask, turning around just as he takes a seat at the table. “The door was locked.” I add with an amused smile as he stares up at me.

“But your window wasn’t.” He says and smirks happily. I shake my head as I slip onto the counter.

“Derek, my bedroom is a mess.” I say, only now remembering that I was too lazy to clean it up before going to school. Derek nods his head quickly, brows raised for effect.

“Hell yeah, it is,” He says and shrugs. “Don’t freak out, you know I don’t mind,” He adds sweetly and I smile over at him before focusing my attention on my folded legs, fiddling with my fingers as the sound of the microwave fills the room. I hear him sigh softly, moving in his chair. “What’s up?” He asks and I shrug.

“Nothing.” I reply too quickly and he scoffs.

“Bullshit,” I look up at him surprised. “I can literally smell that you’re not okay,” He informs me and I raise my brow at him in confusion. He rolls his eyes. “Chemo signals, Y/n. Now tell me what’s going on?” I think it over for a moment before shaking my head with a sigh.

“You wouldn’t understand.” I say and the alarm from the microwave pings to tell me it’s done and I use that as a momentary distraction, jumping down and getting it, placing it down in front of him.

“On account of the fact that I’m not of the feminine variety or no longer of the teenage variety?” He asks, lightly grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving. I shrug again and he nods. “Ahh, both.” He uses his foot to push back a chair and then smiles as I rip my arm away from him. “Sit. And talk.” He orders and I roll my eyes as I take a seat next to him, watching as he grabs a pizza bite from the plate.

“You’ll think it’s stupid.”

“Most things are,” He shrugs. “Doesn’t mean I can’t be here for you anyway.” I let out a loud breath, reaching for a pizza bite, but pulling my hand back slowly, he watches the gesture carefully, raising a brow at me.

“You know Lydia, right?” I ask and he thinks it over before nodding, chewing slowly as he waits for more information. “Would you say that she is, I don’t know, good looking?” I ask and he leans back in his chair with a shrug.

“I guess.”

“Exactly,” I almost shout and he flinches, furrowing his brows as I settle back down in my chair. “Exactly.” I repeat, calmer this time. “She’s very pretty and her hair is silky and she’s in perfect shape, like the perfect possible shape. One could go as far as to say that she’s like the perfect example of what we’re expected to look like.”

“We, being all girls?” He asks and I nod, leaning onto the table with my elbows.

“Yes.” I look down at the table. “Except that not everyone does look like that, perfect,” I say and frown. “Some of us aren’t as one would say, skinny.” I clarify and look up to find him smiling lightly, leaning onto the table as well, he looks me over slowly.

“I really hope this isn’t you hating on yourself right now, because you’re literally ridiculously beautiful and I’d be damned if you’ve somehow convinced yourself otherwise.” He says in an effortlessly smooth tone that would usually prompt me to blush, but I roll my eyes instead.

“Okay, you saying that doesn’t count.” I say, taking a pizza bite and munching on it. He scoffs.

“Why not?” I laugh softly.

“You’re like family, Derek. There’s some sort of inclined niceness that goes with it, you have to say shit like that. It’s like a mom telling you that your dress is nice or my brother telling me my hair doesn’t look horrible. It doesn’t count.” He raises a brow, sitting back quickly, his face disgusted as he looks at me.

“Okay, first of all, I’m not like a brother and please don’t put me in a position to act as such because then the way I look at you would be rather questionable,” He says, looking over at me seriously to make sure I get what he means, and I bite my lip to hide a smile forming. “And secondly…” He looks me over again, eyes darker as he smiles at me. “When I called you beautiful, I was also implying how crazy hot you are, which doesn’t sound like a compliment, but bloody hell you’re in no position to think you’re ugly.” He ends and despite myself, I feel my cheeks warming up. I swallow slowly as I look back to the table, not sure what to say until his hand numbly takes hold of mine on the table. “Not everyone looks the same, doesn’t mean that you’re ugly by default, it just means you have a different form of beauty.” He tells me, tone softer this time.

“You really think that?” I ask, fingers folding around his own around his own. He smiles.

“Of course, I do.” He says and tilts his head to get my attention. “Do you know me to say something just because I know that it’s what you want to hear?” I laugh lightly as I shake my head and his smile grows as a result. “Exactly. Now, don’t let me ever hear you talking down on yourself again, you’re much more than just your body. Doesn’t matter what size or shape you’re in, I’ll always think you’re pretty bloody brilliant. “

“Thank you,” I reply softly and gently pull my hand away from his when I realize that I haven’t let go yet. “You want something to drink?” I ask, standing up from the chair awkwardly, he laughs lightly while he nods and I pretend not to notice as I walk over to the fridge. It’s silent for a second and the plate scuffs against the table as he eats another few pizza bites.

“I mean it, you know,” He says, confusing me as I place our glasses down on the table. “You might be my default family, but I do not see you as my sister,” He clarifies and I clearly am not doing a good job of hiding my shock or the fact that I obviously don’t see him as a brother either. He laughs. “You really think that I come here everyday for the pizza bites?” He asks and I shrug.

“We do buy the good brand.” I say, mockingly and he rolls his eyes, far from serious or annoyed.

“You do. But I come here for you,” He announces like it’s nothing and my heart does a full-on backflip because holy shit, this man can’t possibly be serious. He smiles. “I heard that.” He says and looks at my chest when the embarrassment makes my heart beat even faster, he smiles likes he’s achieved something great and then gets up from his chair, picking up the empty plate as he does. I frown.

“Wait does this mean that…”

“Oh, I’ve been very much aware of our shared attraction for quite some time,” He says and my mouth all but falls open as I stare at him, a look he completely ignores while he puts the plate in the sink. “Speaking of, are you free tomorrow?” He asks me casually and I shake my head because clearly words will fail me. He nods. “Next weekend then, you can wear that red dress you hide in the back of your closet, the one that shows your curves,” He smiles when I stare at him blankly. “I really do love your curves, Y/n.” He informs me as he starts heading to the door, making me stand up as well.

“Where are you going?”

“Your mom is on her way home,” He informs me and shrugs. “And truth be told, I think I might send you into shock if I stay any longer.” He explains and once again steals a glance at my chest where even I can hear my heart nearly exploding.

“You didn’t drink your juice.” I say and he folds his arms in front of him, smirking with a raised brow.

“I think you need it more than I do. Cool down and all that.” He says and I gasp.

“Derek Hale,” I say, walking towards him. “I did not peg you as the type of guy who just shamelessly flirts with his best friend.” I say, stilling in front of him. He smiles.

“I think there’s a lot of things you might not know about me, Y/n.” He says and looks over at the door when my mom pulls into the driveway. He leans forward slightly, kissing the top of my head sweetly, completely contrasting his words before pulling away. “I think this is going to be fun.”

Hi there, more of my work can be found on Wattpad under @mjoubert. Mxx.

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gaymershigh · 4 years ago

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nsfw headcannons with male dom reader and three characters of your choice 🙈

Anonnie, anonnie..anonnie.....u really gon do dis to me? I did this request asap cuz.. one me horn-horn.. And because..that's actually it. I'm just excited :) also pounding these mfs because I get excited for them (why am I saying this-)

Triggers: sexual explicit language, (Epel: over stimulation, outdoor sex, daddy kink), (Jade: very rough sex, hair pulling, mating season, teratophilia, female parts?), (Vil: worshipping kink, lace kink, kinda public sex(?), cum kink, thigh kink)

NSFW Epel, Jade and Vil x Dom! Male reader! Headcanons

He doesn't like the idea of being bottom at all and bitches about it since that means he can't show his hidden manliness or whatever. but it's not like he can top in the first place so you'll take the position whether you have experience or not.

(Basically the bigger the pp, they will be top even if the bottom has had experience)

The first few times you did it was very gentle, his body is small and sensitive to any physical contact in general. Since your cock is bigger, you have to be more gentle as he will cry in pain every time you pressed it inside him. Fortunately, he's getting more used to it the more times you do it.

His sex-drive is just a little bit below the average but that won't stop him from getting pounded countless of times as he really likes getting overstimulated. Just ruin him in general, he loves it and won't really whine about not being able to walk properly tomorrow.

His moans are so feminine and heavenly to the ears, you'll feel blessed. However, he's the type that can't shut up when you pound him so you might have to cover his mouth or use a ball gag.

He loves outdoor sex but you two only did it once. He suddenly kept getting dreaded thoughts about how it's actually not really hot if you do get caught, especially if you two get caught by the french hunter, Rook. Still, he still fantasizes about doing it other than in the bedroom. Maybe in a toilet and as always, you need to shut him up if he's being too noisy.

Of course, he will eventually not mind or even like being bottom so he'll develop some new kinks and suprise suprise, he did! Specifically, a daddy kink. Also into calling you master too but daddy is more preferable. It's one of his favourite things to scream out loud when you tightly grip his and mercilessly pound inside him.

Sometimes, if he is too tired from Pomefiore's activities to walk to your place but is still horny then phone sex will be the solution and surprisingly, he'll obey your orders and being submissive in general. Hopefully, Vil or some unfortunate dorm member doesn't barge in.

Aftercare is. a. MUST!!!! he's definitely going to be sore with your cock being deep inside him for hours. Clean him up, bathe him, rub his cock or just cuddle with him until he falls asleep! Just be gentle and nice to him, for goodness sake! Especially if you degraded him while having sex.

Jade also prefers to be the dominant one but unlike Epel, he won't complain about it. Unless you're gonna brag about how helpless he looks when you fuck him, then he will be irritated.

This man has the biggest and nicest ass in Twisted Wonderland and you're wrong if you say otherwise. It's even squishy and bouncy too! it's the best replacement for a pillow you could ever find. Other than that, it's also amazing to feel his ass when he bounces on your cock or how hot his moans are when you slap those cheeks.

He's a busy man but is also pretty horny so quickies are something that's very frequent. Even though one round isn't that satisfying but at least he got to cum. He's expecting to get the real thing when he's done finishing his tasks.

He's the master at giving head and he's proud of it. He loves going down on your dick and swirling his tongue around it. He can go for hours if he wants and trust me, if you don't mind getting your dick sucked like some lollipop for hours, he would immediately go for it.

Go rough as much as possible! He's both a sadist and masochist so vanilla is probably not a part of his dictionary when it comes to sex unless you're a gentle type of guy then I suppose he'll try going nice but you're gonna at least try being a bit rough for him, right?

Yank his hair, please! Pull his hair violently while his eyes are tearing up from both pleasure and moaning like a slut, with his tongue out and everything. He'll be thankful and feel blessed.

In mating season, he gets even more aroused and that means you two are gotta fuck everyday. You don't have enough energy for that? Don't worry! Just lay on your bed as he rides you for hours. Though, you have to use up all your stamina when he's in his eel form.

Speaking of eel form, he only changes himself when he's really desperate for some reason but it did lead you to some discoveries such as that he doesn't have a dick but a slit that works like a vagina. It's very sensitive too as just slowly pressing a single finger can make his eyes roll to the back of his head. Using your tongue? Oh man, you really know how to make him go weak.

He loves being experimental with sex positions. At this point, every time you have sex it must be a new position or else it won't be that fun. Of course he will have his favorites which are reverse cowgirl, full nelson or the classic doggie style (I feel…something wrong when I wrote this part..)

Vil doesn't really give one if he's the submissive one or not. Just as long as you don't leave hickeys and marks on visible areas, then everything is a-okay! You'll also don't have to listen to him be dramatic about it either.

Worship him like the god of beauty he is! Even if he's making some "ungraceful" faces and noises and just looking like a general mess from the gratification, he still looks like the Vil that was a few hours ago, all tidy and shiny. He might not fully respond to it while getting fucked but will praise you for your wise words when you're done.

Has an intense lace kink. He loves purchasing very revealing lacey bras and underwears to turn you on if you aren't at the time. He wants to have at least 1 lace piece of clothing or accessory on while getting dicked down.

I'm pretty sure almost everyone can agree on this that he would definitely have a few quickies while being in public-ish areas. The classic getting 'destroyed in the dressing or makeup room' scenario? Him sucking you off in the break room maybe?

Also getting him distracted is a fun thing to do especially when there's going to be an audience seeing him slightly being off. Like that one time you fingered him while he's live streaming his makeup tutorial and he was trying so hard to play it off while some people in the chat are picking up something is going on. You two did fuck immediately after the end of the stream but he got a bit pissed and you had to treat him extra carefully, good times.

His moans are like music, it could be in the Grammy's and win too if he knew. As soon as you hit the prostate, he's crying like a maniac, forgetting the fact everyone in the dorm can hear his cries and his reputation could be potentially be at risk but it's not like they have the balls to gossip. Of they do, they gonna face consequences. Stroke his dick while fucking him will make him go insane.

Unless he's really turned on, he would rather have no cum on the bed or wherever else you're doing it. He wants the place clean as possible so cum inside him, either in his ass or mouth, When he does get horny however, he wants it to be as messy as possible. Cum on his face, body, thighs, anywhere!

His thighs are the weakest spot for him. Just one touch can make him melt. Like you innocently rubbing his thighs while his head was so on it made his boner grew, made him embarrassed as hell. Caress his inner thighs when you fuck him and his legs will be like noodles.

Again, AFTERCARE!!! This is expected, not only he might be sore but he really cares about his appearance at all times (well, except having sex) so aftercare cannot be done sloppily. You must do everything that is in the aftercare checklist because just cuddles is not enough.

At last, I HAVE POSTED AND IT'S NSFW CONTENT CUZ ME HORNY, I swear I don't know what to feel about writing this, anonnie WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME

-𝕸𝖎𝖗𝖎

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latenightdecaf · 3 years ago

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Entry 5 - Good Weather Day

part of let the pile of good things grow series - series masterlist

Previous entry here

Yoongi x reader

Ft. nonidol!bts

Producer!yoongi, roommate!yoongi, soft!yoongi

slow burn romance, friendship, slice of life, series of drabbles/one shots,

a/n: i know it took me such a long time to update this. I even contemplated on just leaving this like this but no, i’ll have to see this till the end. Even i, myself need closure. Anyhow, to anyone who have stumbled upon this I hope you like it.

Word count: 1,700

“Hey.. you run?” he commented as soon as he saw you on your tracksuit and running shoes standing in the living room.

“Yeah… i do.” He looks at you all puzzled. As you make your way to the kitchen and gulped half a liter of water in seconds.

“You just dont get up so early in the morning, my friend. I run and I haven’t run in days and I can’t think—so I have to run.” You continue to babble and looking a far while holding your water mid air “it’s like my head’s all cloudy and the sunlight just wont stream in. And I can’t think….”

He made his infamous tight lipped smile and said, “what are you being so poetic for so early in the morning?” he drank his water and continued to gaze at you.

You let out a small laugh in your own non sense.

“I dont know either. Anyhoo, why are you up…” you paused to eye him from head to toe “and ready to go out? At 7 am in the morning…. who are you?” Not believing your eyes that this, in fact is the man you’ve been living with for months now. He’s not a morning person and you respect that about him.

“I have a schedule to meet with this new artist, for her debut and this is the only time she has and her agency said she really wanted me. So here i am.” You nodded and found an opening to tease him. “Oh, she wants you… wink wink.”

Completely ignoring you like always, he finished his glass of water and grab his keys and turned back on you.

“Arent you going to run?”

“Yeah let’s go.”

Before locking the door behind you, he asked “You sure you have everything?”

Checking your pockets to see, “Yes.”

“Cash? Phone?”

“Check, check!”

“You sure you’re didnt forget anything?”

“Yoongi please.” You irritably answered.

He smiled and locked the door to your apartment. Walking together towards the stairs when you said,

“Thanks for fixing the light bulb by the way… last week.” Gaze fixed he just nodded.

“Are you okay btw?” Surprised by the question, you didnt even realized you both are already at the ground floor and in front of his car. You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah i’m okay, why won’t i be?” Still looking at you when he pressed on the keys for his car to open.

“Nothing. I’ll go ahead.” He said and be on his way. You waved him bye with a smile and walked away with your airpods on.

Running is the thing you do, when your mind’s all clouded and you can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong either. You ran around the block and into the nearby park. And by the end of it, you were just honestly walking and admiring the view. Thinking to yourself what a good weather day this day is.

Hoping it’ll actually be a decent day indeed.

You went home after a long meeting with a colleague about this new book she’s planning, and asked if you would consider doing the illustrations for her. Of course, you felt flattered and told her you’ll probably need some time to think about it. She respected it of course, and asked you to take your time.

You sneaked in quietly into the living room, and found a girl drinking in her coffee and watching the tv and Yoongi standing by the sofa and watching it intently with her.

Standing behind him, you tapped his shoulder gently and said, “Hi….” Smiling sheepishly.

He smiled at you and you immediately said, “I don’t want to disturb, I’ll just go to my room.”

Before you can even escape, he grabbed your wrist and said, “No, come on. I want you to meet Hyuna.”

The girl, so feminine and soft greeted you with her eye smile and friendly face. You felt almost embarrassed, he doesn’t really have to introduce you. “Hi, I work with Yoongi.” She extended her hand and you shook it embarrassingly and said, “well, i’m…” looking over to Yoongi as you paused, “I’m his roommate.”

You have no idea what are you so shy about, it’s not the first time you’ve met one of his friends. Casually at the same restaurant before, you bumped into each other and he introduced you to Jin and Hoseok. It was fun and casual, but this one felt a little different. You’ve never seen him bring a friend home before and if he did then you probably weren’t home to actually meet them unlike this time.

After the introductions and small talks about the program they were watching and the fact that you were already dying to just go to your room, that is unfortunately across the hall. You opened your mouth to say something, only to close it again. And then after a second you said, “I better get going—to my room.” You wave goodbye to Hyuna, “It’s nice meeting you, Hyuna.”

And before you can move again.

“Why don’t you have dinner with us? I’m cooking.” Yoongi suddenly offered.

‘Well that sounds like a date,’ you thought to yourself. You immediately declined and in sudden panic you said, “No, no, no, no… I don’t want to interrupt. And I… I actually have plans, dinner—with Haneul today. So yeah—I better go get changed.” You hurriedly walked to your room before Yoongi can say anything again.

And as soon you got into your room, you sighed the greatest relief. And wondered why in the world would Yoongi even invite you just to be polite?! It already feels like a date and there seemed like something going on between the two of them. You dont like being caught in the middle of anything that’s why you have developed the habit of lying fast just to get yourself out of situations you don’t like.

And this one is just one of those moments, obviously. So no, you don’t have dinner plans with Haneul. Your original plan for tonight is to actually sleep, but you already said that you’d be out and apparently changing clothes also so that you have to do. With a heavy heart, you’ve changed your clothes after an hour of thinking more ways that you could probably get out of this, and despite that you left the room in defeat.

You went to see both of them in the kitchen, looking at Yoongi’s back as he cooks and her telling him some stories and holding a beer beside him.

‘Aww they already looked like a couple.’ You thought to yourself.

You stopped in the kitchen and quickly told them you’d be going ahead.

And ahead you go, out of the apartment and the sun has just set and you feel really tired after the day you just had. You do have your car keys with you but you decided not to go far instead. So you walked, just a couple of blocks away—your favorite deli just opened a new restaurant beside it and you’ve been meaning to try their food so you thought maybe today’s the day.

You went inside the restaurant, cozy and thankfully enough not that crowded still. You sat by the window, brought out your notebook and ordered yourself a bottle of wine and some oysters. There’s nothing to celebrate but wine is always a good idea. ‘Maybe you can celebrate Yoongi’s love life,’ you thought and that kind of made you smile.

Dinner’s done and as you were just finishing your bottle of wine, and wondering whether to get another one. You thought you saw someone familiar outside, the street’s quite small and the street light’s just adequate. You’re not sure.

You saw this guy, has a black cap on and his back facing you—180 cm in height so familiar and yet so different. He’s with a girl. He opened the door to the passenger’s side of his car, hand covering her head lightly as he guides her inside, gentlemanly. He hurriedly went to the driver’s seat and then the car left.

You laughed to yourself, sipping in your last wine.

‘It can’t be Joon, he doesn’t drive.’ You shake your head to shake those crazy thoughts away and finished your meal and got your bill.

After dinner you stopped by the deli to get some of your favourite sausages and some cheese. Eventually buying ice cream as well to topped off your day. Walked around the neighbourhood for a couple more times before eventually walking back to your place. Thinking to yourself, that you’ve probably given them enough time to themselves and by this time you can just eventually say, ‘It’s late, i’ll probably just turn in’ in case—they would politely ask you for anything.

Bag of groceries in your wrists, hand inside the pocket of your hoodie and ice cream on the other. You went inside your apartment only to find it quiet and empty. Yoongi with his glasses on just sitting in the sofa watching tv.

“Hi” You raised your hands with ice cream to greet him and eventually sat on the sofa.

“What happened to your… date?” Eyes fixed on the tv and still eating your ice cream as you asked.

“It’s not a date.” Yoongi replied

‘Yeah right’ you thought. But you just eventually shrugged your shoulders as a reply.

“Do you have more of that?” Yoongi asked.

Eyes still fixed on the tv, you reached for the other ice cream in your bag and give it to him without even looking.

“I know you like this flavor.”

“It’s okay. I just eat it because you keep buying them.” You turned your head towards him with a confused look.

“Then what do you like then?”

“Nothing in particular, Vanilla’s fine.” Opening up his own ice cream and eyes still fixed at the tv.

You turned your head back, nodding.

You both sat in silence eating some cookies and cream ice cream while watching Batman Begins.

mood board sr: x x

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softcallofdutyimagines · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Can we have an couple of HCs of the safehouse bois (COD: Cold War) loving their curvy fem s/o? (and maybe trying to make her feel happy in her body if she's insecure of feels weird?)

Thankie and sorry for the oddly specific request 😅

Djsjsjsj ok ik you have like two other requests, and they'll be coming!!! But this struck such a mood I had to skip the line lol.

Honestly, like the way I tried to treat myself to some ✨ s p i c e y ✨ lingerie that just arrived and it fits literally everywhere else except that, ofc the cup size is an absolute JOKE, i-

Anyway, I digress lmao. Thank you for the request(s) btw, and enjoy!!!

---

Adler

Personally, he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to have a particularly strong preference for any one "type"

But in the era where the super tall, super slim, super models reign supreme, he understands that sometimes it's hard to feel pretty if you're built like anything else

After all, I don't think any of the guys know how it feels to see yourself as "unattractive" more then he does

I mean, if he'd been cut a little deeper or on a different angle, he could've needed whole skin grafts, or even physical therapy for his jaw

And who wants a guy as messed up and broken down as that, right?

But you... Oh, you're gorgeous

Adler is very soft and gentle when it comes to his appreciation for you and your body

While he does know how to express himself, he's not really the grand gesture type, like some of the others are

He is the biggest self love hypocrite, always quick to get down on himself and his facial scars, but absolutely cannot STAND to see you upset over you body

You chide him for this now and then, but he usually jokes it away

I know I said Adler doesn't really have a type, but don't think for a second that he'd pass up on a great thing when he gets it

I don't want to say "handsy" but he definitely likes to just... Touch you, when you're alone together

Not even necissarily in a sexual way, he just likes to appreciate the shape of you, you know?

Very into hugs from behind, or really at any angle, as long as he gets to feel his arms around your waist

Also, you can catch him absent mindedly caressing your hips with his knuckles or a lone finger whenever he's standing around with you

Hudson

Oh y'all ain't ready for this one lmao

I am 99% certain that behind that steely facade, is a man who loves nothing more then a THICC juicy Queen™

I'm so serious, like the curvier the better for this dirty dog lmao

The best part is, that the fun isn't in that he just goes feral when you two are alone (although he certainly could, in a rare mood)

He's actually really shy about it, and he doesn't want you to feel like that's the only reason he loves you

And while you do appreciate the respect he has for you, you'd be lying if you said you didn't like to tease him

A favorite of yours is to walk into his home office half or fully naked and watch him, very obviously, struggle to stay focused on his paper work

He knows he's weak, but damn it he can never last long before giving in and handing over whatever kind of attention you're seeking

You know, whatever that may be 😏

When you're feeling insecure however, he can sense it immediately and always seeks to get to the bottom of whatever is causing you to feel that way

Although he's rather direct, he's tactful and tries his best to know the right thing to say

He's a great listener, and will never hesitate to tell you how beautiful and special you are to him

Lazar

Lmao, I don't think there is any universe in which Lazar would not be in full support of being with a curvy woman

Especially as a big guy himself, you two are an absolute power couple

He is both literally and metaphorically your biggest hype man when it comes to your appearance

Also, 10/10 likes to give you gifts of clothes and the like that he thinks you might appreciate/look pretty darn good in

Honestly, it is rare to feel down about your body when in a relationship with him, but everyone gets insecure sometimes, and he gets that

Thankfully, he's a master comforter, and is always at the ready to give you the treatment you need to feel better

Typically you can expect snacks and cuddles if you're just feeling sad, and stuff like a massage or body kisses and so forth if you need a reminder that you're literally the most gorgeous woman on earth

Oh, and he's very protective of you and defensive of your looks

I kind of hate to use this terminology lmao, but Lazar is the Alpha™ everywhere he goes, and he has no problem reminding other guys of it

So if he sees someome else checking you out, he'll be sure to block their view and do something like make direct eye contact until they leave you be

Have you ever had a 6'4, powerlifter looking, tank of a man sneer directly at you before?

Not a good feeling, I assure you

Needless to say, you don't have to put up with much, if any harassment or other stupidity on Lazar's watch

Mason

Alex strikes me as the type who doesn't buy into the paper thin beauty standard that society like to push

Obviously that's great if you're just naturally thin and all! But mostly he's totally down for the curvy, "built like a brick house" type of woman

He appreciates the way that you can keep up with him when he has to do physical things around or outside the house

Alaska is a rather unforgiving place after all, so he finds great comfort in the support and companionship you have to offer him

You're like his little amazonian goddess, and he's always in awe of not only how unbelievably beautiful you are, but also how hardy and tough you can be

In fact, you and your body are so normalized and loved by him in his mind that it genuinely catches him off guard when you say you're feeling insecure about it

But in times like that, he loves to tell you how beautiful your body is, not just for the way it looks but for the things it can do

You're built so strong and tough, but also soft and feminine... he can't even think about being with anyone else

He's very into body worship, like Lazar is, but Alex is a lot more gentle and is extremely conscious of making sure you're alright as he goes along kissing and caressing

If he could only show you how beautiful you are to him, he would in a heartbeat, but for now he just hopes his words and actions are enough

Sims

Oh, you already know Sims loves a thicc, curvy snack of a woman lmao

Skinny guys always love the curvy ladies

He doesn't really go feral when you two are alone, but he's not exactly shy about having this hands all over you either

For sure he always greets you with a compliment, whether it be a look, a whistle, or words... he's prepared

Also, he's very vocal in having you understand that there is not a single outfit you look "bad" or "unflattering" in, even if it's just sweats and a t-shirt

In fact, he is so confident in you, that he loves to show you off when he can and if you're comfortable

Always introduces you as "his girl" and is never afraid to point out your new outfit, hair-do, nails, ect

I feel that Lawrence would be another case where it's quite rare indeed to feel insecure about your body, and so when such times do arise he takes it seriously

He's basically a gentler, more emotional version of Hudson

By that I mean, he's the type to want to talk it out (if you're up to it) and ask what's wrong or if someone said something to you

You'll always have a reliable listener and food advice giver in him, and somehow that seems to always do the trick

Woods

Honestly, Woods is Hudson part 2, except that he has all the vocalized pride of loving curvy women as Sims and Lazar

He's still careful to make sure he doesn't come off as a creep or something, mind you, but complimenting and loving on your body just comes naturally to him

Extremely handsy in private, and you've definitely swatted his hands away from your hips, waist, back, ect more then once

In public, I wouldn't exactly say "handsy" but he's determined to make sure everyone knows you're with him

He usually escorts you places with a hand gently placed either just above your tailbone or protectively wrapped around your waist

As independent as you may be, you must admit, it's nice to feel like a princess everywhere you go, escorted around by your knight in shining flannel

He'll even offer you his arm if he's feeling particularly gentlemanly, because yes, miracles can happen

Unfortunately, Frank is probably the worst wordsmith of all the gang, and is next to clueless on what to say if you're feeling down and insecure

At least to his credit he'll usually start off by admitting to that fact before giving it a try

"Well, you know I'm shit with words, but... I hope you also know that I love you the way you are"

Thankfully what he lacks in words, he makes up for in physical affection

Even if you're really only comfortable with some cuddling, he's gonna cuddle you so good!!! He's determined and will stop at nothing

After all, whatever it takes to make you feel every bit as amazing as he knows you are

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sk-lumen · 3 years ago

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Hello dear enchantress Lumen,

I hope you are well and safe♥️ I just came here to seek for some advice from you and ladies out there if possible. I often get men complimenting me on my eyes and lips, more so my lips (I know damn well what they’re thinking about while they’re at it lol) but it’s become frustrating and to a point where I am objectified because of my looks.

I feel like I am a shell with a pearl inside- weird comparison I know but men just rather focus on what’s on the outside paying little attention to what may be inside. I like talking about mind stimulating stuff and the conversations get dragged to sexual stuff. While I am playful being sexually objectified is really a buzz killer 😞They start asking for naughty pictures and such. Every conversation I make online or in person with men has to always start with me addressing the fact that I do not send nude photos or videos.

I do understand that men naturally have a big appetite for sexual things. My question is dear Lumen; How do I deal with men like that? To have them to see more than and past my looks, but the beauty within? And also how can I keep the sexual thing playful yet not super nudity type? (Like for eg can I pose half nude or wear things to still keep his i terest but playful enough to leave the rest of my body to his imagination, hopefully enabling him to see me for my soul as well) Please tell me tips you would think be best in how to keep men going sexually but not getting things over done, how to handle situations like this, etc)

Your advice and tips are highly valued and appreciated by me. Thankyou in advance. ♥️♥️

Hi darling,

Note: you pose some very good questions which is why I thought it's important to share it with others. I will mention that advice requests, which are slightly more explicit in nature, should be redirected to my personal inbox where I can reply in-depth: either in private, or share on the blog to help others as well. I'm happy to help, however such topics are not the main focus of my tumblr blog, which I would like to keep as a more light and safe space, welcoming to all regardless of goals or sensibilities. I'm open to everyone else's thoughts on this suggestion.

After reading your story, let me address each topic one by one:

You may be looking for gentlemen in the wrong circles. There is a repeating pattern here, and it is either from navigating the same circles, or attracting the same type of guys, or simply being surrounded by the same type in your local area. For this, I would advise to experiment and try new places more associated with higher value men (theatre, art exhibitions, museums, upscale restaurants, etc).

This whole trend with provocative photos is simply a result of the p*rn culture combined with consumerism, which has normalized the access to/objectification of female bodies as a product so to speak. Yes, it is unquestionable that the female body is a work of art - but unfortunately today's society does not yet understand this. Ignore the trend of n*des. Do not for a second succumb to it unless you are in a 100% committed relationship, completely trust your partner, and feel very much safe to do so — and even then, thoroughly considered. Is it worth risking things like having those photos leaked, your privacy and trust broken, just for a nondescript guy’s validation? The smart answer is simple: never.

Generally speaking, women have an equally big appetite. It’s simply about how both genders (or any gender) are socialized in expressing it. LVM learn that they can express it any way they wish, HVM act as gentlemen, as they should; whereas women oscillate between the double-edged blade of being too little or too much, either way facing risking judgement over it.

How to deal with low value men (because no man of class would ask for licentious photos, and I stand by that statement)? Block, delete, move on. If you are determined to embark on a journey of leveling up, you cannot waste time with such behaviour, dear ladies. There’s zero benefit, zero return of investment from engaging with men that have not yet reached the baseline of respecting you as an individual. There's no two ways about this, and there’s nothing to negotiate there.

You can’t make a man see, do or say anything. He either sees your value or he doesn’t. If you have to bring arguments to the table, the game is already rigged and you have lost, because the moment you question your worth is when they have already won. The only thing you should do then is find another table.

"Can I (…) to keep his interest" - Please don’t entertain this line of thought darling, it serves no one but LVM. You don’t have to do anything to keep someone’s interest, except be yourself. If you have to go above and beyond, bend over backwards, be someone you’re not, or step out of your comfort zone/boundaries at any point, it’s time to walk away. Besides, a man's interest is not a warranty for commitment or love.

Don’t rely on the mindset of luring in a guy with desire, to capture his heart. It should be the other way around, or simultaneous. But if he desires solely your body before even considering your mind, heart or soul… his priorities are clear, and they’re not likely to change.

My universal strategy for dating/relationships, which is in the best interest of your sacred feminine energy, the safeguarding of your heart, and the wise use of your time, is this:

Have clear standards, know what kind of man you’re interested in, take your time dating accordingly. When you find a good one, let him court you until he’s proven himself as a worthwhile companion that you can trust with all of you. Once commitment is made clear (and I mean clear, open commitment stated out loud, no juvenile "what are we" allusions), wait at least 3-6 months to further strengthen the relationship’s foundation of intimacy, and only then open completely.

It may sound complicated or long-winded, but it is a smart strategy for countless reasons: only a HVM will be patient, consistent and dedicated enough to stay for the long run all throughout. LVM will either bail, protest, test your boundaries, or other red flags which will reveal themselves on their own and spare you the trouble.

Hope this helps. Take care. ❤️

-Lumen

#glow up #dating advice #relationship advice #(note: should i tag such posts? with warnings or anything just in case?)#(i'm very mindful of any sensibilities)#ask

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Daniel LaRusso: A Queer Feminine Fairytale Analysis Part Three of Three

(another massive, massive thank you to @mimsyaf )

part 1

part 2

8. Queerness and femininity and masculinity and the colour red and *record breaks*

If we spin the record aaalll the way back to this paragraph: “…looking at what it is girls and women in fairytales have/don’t have, what they want, and how they’re going to get it. It’s about power (lack of), sexuality (repressed, then liberated), and men.” Reading Daniel as a repressed, bisexual boy in a society that doesn’t accept his desires it’s interesting looking at how he moves through the world of the Miyagi-verse, at how threatened other men are by him, at how obsessed they are with him.

He’s out in the symbolic woods and these large boys and men see him and decide for whatever plot reasons to come for him. And they are large and violent and attractive and apart from Johnny again, they don’t have the nebulous excuse of fighting over a girl and even that excuse dies by around the midpoint when Johnny kisses Ali just to get a rise out of Daniel. He’s not trying to “win her back,” he’s not even really looking at her. He’s just trying to get a reaction. They don’t have any of the fighters in Rocky’s excuse either of Daniel being a macho opponent.

You can read whatever subtext into TKK1 and TKK2 (which becomes especially tempting once CK confirmed that the guys he fought at seventeen have been thinking about him ever since – for thirty-five years), but TKK3 is where it’s really At in terms of obsession and lust and forbidden desires.

Silver is presented as both a handsome prince who saves Daniel and mentors him (where Miyagi is undoubtedly cast in a fatherhood role) and later on becomes twisted into a dark secret that Daniel has to keep, while he turns that thing that Daniel loves (karate, it’s… it’s karate… it’s also men, but it’s definitely karate, because karate makes him feel… things...) into an abusive, violent version of itself.

A wolf in sheep’s clothing.

But he’s also offering him something liberating. Whatever is going on in that nightclub scene is about something other than breaking Daniel down. Even the bloodied knuckles aren’t just about revenge. It’s about giving him something that he isn’t, in the end, willing to receive, at least not from Silver. In that roundabout, strange way of these feminine fairytales, it’s exploring hidden desires through the metaphor of karate.

Daniel wears red because it’s his colour. In the movies he wears red a lot. Often in scenes with violence in them (the beach/the hilltop in TKK1 and the date/the destruction of the dojo/the final fight in TKK2), but he also has a variety of shirts (and in TKK3 pants) that pop up all the way through the narrative. He wears a red jacket when he accepts Terry’s training, when he punches a guy in the face, and when he tries to get out of the training again (as badly as that goes).

Did anyone consciously think about red’s link to desire, obsession, and violence when they made these? Eh. But is it there symbolically? When he meets Johnny, when he fights Chozen, when he’s in emotionally fraught situations with Terry? Hell yeah.

Probably the most lust-and-violence infused red is that aforementioned punching-board-until-knuckles-bleed bit – not that I thought Terry was going to pull him in for a kiss, because I knew, logically, of course he wouldn’t right? There’s no way… is there? Or later on when Daniel punches that guy and ends up with blood all over his shirt and Terry once more grasps him, euphorically. Blood is violence. Blood is also desire. Red is Daniel’s colour, even though he doesn’t acknowledge it come Cobra Kai. (Maybe he just needs someone else - cough Johnny Lawrence cough - to inspire it in him again).

Daniel LaRusso’s narrative is exploring that most feminine of fairytale tropes: To want and be wanted by monsters and having to hide those desires.

“Maybe this time that strange churning in my stomach that feels like a mix of anticipation and fear will turn out good for me.” - Daniel’s mind.

At the end of the story, Daniel saves himself, with all of the strange mixed narratives around it, and the acknowledgement that the end of The Karate Kid Part Three isn’t satisfying and its aftermath will likely be delved into in the next season of Cobra Kai.

Nevertheless, he saves himself. Not from Silver or Kreese or Barnes, and not entirely, but he makes a decision not to give in to fear (and he continues to try and live by that decision, making it over and over again for the next thirty-five years, even when the return of Cobra Kai makes that difficult for him).

He doesn’t do it by being the strongest in the land or even through a lucky shot (although that too). He does it by refusing to be like the male antagonists that surround him, by telling them they have no power over him. The narrative isn’t just his getting lost in the forest and all the monsters he finds there, it’s about how he redefines power for himself within that forest.

He’s a man who isn’t violent, whose victories include helping out a girl whose ex-boyfriend just broke her radio, successfully doing the moves to a cultural dance he’s trying to learn, sitting with his father figure while he cries over the death of his own father, telling a girl that she’s just made her first friend, and breathing a sigh of relief that a tree that got broken has healed.

Daniel LaRusso is a good boy is the point!

Karate is a metaphor. It can turn into many things: A series of lessons learned about how to be his own man and take care of his own house, a respect for the history of the father teaching him and sharing his home and story with him, fear, desire, masculinity (and the different forms that can take).

When a tall, handsome stranger offers to teach him karate in the dark, without Daniel’s caretaker knowing how to help him, and twists that karate into something that hurts him - when he reclaims that, over and over, that means something too.

This man is fine and definitely isn’t carrying the weight of buried karate-based queer trauma - could a traumatised man do this? *stares blankly at a former tormentor as blood runs down his forehead*

9. In Conclusion Daniel Has Kissed Dudes… Symbolically… But We Can HC Literally:

So there’s Daniel and his coded feminine fairytale narrative. It’s all a series of fun coincidences.

1. Ralph Macchio is just Like That

2. Red. All the red.

3. large portion of his storyline is about lack of power. Yes, he regains that power by the end of the first and second movie through A Fight, but generally he is framed as powerless opposite these almost monstrously physically powerful boys/men. And in the third one it’s barely even about physical prowess (he’d still lose a real fight against Barnes or Silver) and more about regaining lost autonomy off the back of a manipulative, abusive relationship with an older guy.

4. The third movie in particular is narratively a mess, but if reimagined as a fairytale makes a lot of sense (because it’s secretly all about how karate is bisexuality and Daniel gets manipulated through that desire to be better at karate).

5. Queerness and femininity and themes about hidden desires that can only be approached sideways through couching those desires in symbolism: Handshake meme.

6. The fact that the more I think about it, the more feral I am for a Labyrinth AU.

7. To sum up over 5000 words of text: The inherent homoeroticism of wanting to be slammed against a locker by a bully, but extended over three movies and ever-more inventive ways of hurting pretty-boy-Daniel-LaRusso.

Johnny’s not going to be happy when he realises Daniel’s got other ex-rivals buried in his closet...

10. Some Other Stuff Aka The Laziest Referencing I’ll Ever Do