#either way hes cute please perceive him

[the-kipsabian]

[vrystalius]

hello! your halloween event sounds super cute, can i please request going trick-or-treating with gyutaro shabana? 🩷🩷 love your work and really admire you as a person and a writer, please take care!

Trick or Treating with Gyutaro.

The only day of the year where he can feel a little more confident in his own skin.

Pairing: Gyutaro x gn!reader

Gyutaro was staring at you while you were leaning closer towards your mirror, trying to paint the birthmarks of his perfectly onto your face. You wanted to match with him while going out to trick or treat, much to his surprise. He thought you might be ashamed to go out with him or go out with Daki. But after asking his sister if she’d like to go out, she bashed him for treating her like a child. He beat himself up for upsetting his sister like that, so you suggested you two could go together! Gyutaro looks a scary and special, like a really cool costume! What he would’ve taken as an insult any other day was now perceived as a compliment. The excitement especially started bubbling up in his stomach while watching you try to match him so badly. You spend hours trying to mix up the correct foundation colour on his palm until you finally managed to kind of recreate his skin colour.

After an hour of work, you and your boyfriend were finally matching! Although your posture and body type is not exactly the same, the resemblance was still there. Now all you two have to do is wait until the sun goes down and he is finally able to leave to house. But until then, Gyutaro has gotten awfully cuddly. He didn’t bother to explain why the sudden affection because you were to distracted trying to shield your face to not smudge your make-up. He couldn’t stop staring at the black spots and markings you copied. They made him feel like you two were bonded now, like soulmates. You had a piece of him marked on you now, even if it is just temporary and supposed to be a scary costume, it still made him feel all warm and fuzzy how hard you were trying to imitate his marks.

After night finally came, Gyutaro kept snickering and laughing at the sad excuses of costumes some random kids put together. Your boyfriend also found immense joy in scaring toddlers. He straightened his back to make himself even taller and would flash his teeth, giggling and silently showing off his sharp nails. Those poor kids ran back to their mother or to wherever they came from. Why are there even kids in the entertainment district?

You were a little envious at how much candy Gyutaro was scoring. His success was either because people found him to have a very convincing costume (with his waist looking so inhumane and his skin looking so sickly all over his body), or because he was silently threatening the home owners to hand over all of their remaining sweets. That way you can enjoy the most amount and no other stupid kids can eat them. Maybe you can hand out some candy in Daki’s brothel if you don’t want to keep the multiple buckets of candy. Gyutaro saw how little candy you were getting in comparison to him and proceeded to slip some over into your bucket everytime you’re not paying attention. It was making him happy seeing your eyes lit up when glancing into the bucket and finally noticing how your amount increased by a lot. That last guy sure gave you a lot of candy, huh? Or at least that’s what your boyfriend made you think to keep you happy.

“Here, t-take my stuff. I can’t eat it anyway… B-But can I watch you sort it through though? I wanna s-see what kinda candy I can get ya for the f-future…”

I’m going to be real with you, one of my closest friends has the EXACT same pfp as you, and when I saw the notification that you started following me, I thought you were her 😭 I was really confused and scared for a day or two XD (my friends aren’t aware of this blog yet). Also, don’t be shy to send in some requests for this event! <33

Anyways, I love Gyutaro, but also EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

Here’s my event masterlist ���

Here’s my Trick or Treat event 🎃

[cult-of-husbandos]

yandere!shigaraki tomura - until he met you

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki is not a people person. His childhood should already be a big enough indicator of that.

🖐🏻 ━ His quirk always kept others miles away and his appearance didn’t help much.

🖐🏻 ━ He always saw love as a fatal flaw that could bring to the downfall of the strongest heroes and he’s witnessed it firsthand how true that sentiment is.

🖐🏻 ━ Until he found you.

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki would become fixated on you, constantly thinking about you to the point where it affects his judgment.

🖐🏻 ━ The LOV would be caught off guard when they walked into the bar area and saw a random civilian sitting, smiling, and drinking with their crusty, dusty leader.

🖐🏻 ━ This is clearly a date. Right?

🖐🏻 ━ Noticing their presence first and oblivious to their flabbergasted faces, you introduced yourself first.

🖐🏻 ━ Or at least you tried to.

🖐🏻 ━ “Oh! Hi!”

🖐🏻 ━ “Um… hello…?” Twice would be the first to greet back, albeit confused.

🖐🏻 ━ “Wow! You’re really pretty! Who are you? Are you new?” Toga rattled off, excited for a fresh cute face.

🖐🏻 ━ “Aw thank you! My name is–”

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki cuts you off by pulling your arm forcefully, pulling you off the stool and into his arms.

🖐🏻 ━ “Don’t waste your breath on these insignificant morons.” he snarled.

🖐🏻 ━ Toga and Twice gasped loudly and shouted back to their offensive leader.

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki drags you away from the bar, careful not to grip your wrist with all five fingers but still maintain an intense grasp on you.

🖐🏻 ━ “Oh, um! Bye guys! It was nice meeting you! And you’re really cute too!” you yell back, still smiling as if you weren’t being dragged away.

🖐🏻 ━ As soon as you both reached his room, he slammed the door and flung you onto his bed.

🖐🏻 ━ He flopped on top of you and immediately buried his face in your neck.

🖐🏻 ━ “Why’d you talk to them?” he grumbled.

🖐🏻 ━ You softly rubbed his back and giggled when you felt his dry lips graze your skin as he talked.

🖐🏻 ━ “I was just being nice.” you answer.

🖐🏻 ━ “Don’t be nice,” he snapped. “Don’t talk to them. Don’t look at them. Don’t smile at them. Don’t breathe around them.”

🖐🏻 ━ You laugh. “That last one might be hard.”

🖐🏻 ━ He gripped your waist tightly and growled harsher into your neck.

🖐🏻 ━ “I don’t care. I’d rather soon dust this entire league than have them so much as be in the same room as you.”

🖐🏻 ━ “But that would be rude. I can’t deliberately ignore a person when they talk to me.”

🖐🏻 ━ You spoke very calmly.

🖐🏻 ━ “And I want to get to know your friends.”

🖐🏻 ━ “They’re not my friends!”

🖐🏻 ━ You laughed and peppered his face with kisses.

🖐🏻 ━ “Please Shiggy~?”

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki fought with himself. As much as he wanted to say no and keep you locked in his room, he couldn’t resist your soft pouting lips.

🖐🏻 ━ “Ugh! Fine!” He finally gave in.

🖐🏻 ━ “But listen to me (Y/N). You’re mine now. No one else gets to have you, understand? If anyone tries to come between us, especially those worthless rejects out there, I’ll make them disappear… right in front of your eyes.”

🖐🏻 ━ “Lmao OK.”

🖐🏻 ━ He won’t tolerate anyone getting close to you. If he perceived someone as a threat, he’d remove them, either by intimidation or more extreme means.

🖐🏻 ━ The only person he’d trust you around is Kurogiri.

🖐🏻 ━ But, that wouldn’t really matter since he’s forbidden you from leaving the hideout. Which you didn’t mind as much since Shigaraki would cater to your every need.

🖐🏻 ━ Before getting together, he would stalk you. Always needing to know where you were and who you were with. You didn’t have a quirk so his need to “protect” you from anything and anyone would be overwhelming to everyone around him but you.

🖐🏻 ━ You find his overbearing attitude towards you to be endearing and sign that he really cares for you in a way you’ve never felt before.

🖐🏻 ━ “You don’t need anyone else. I’ll protect you from everything… even from those “heroes” that would love nothing more than to rip you away from me. And even if a hero could take you away, I’d kill them before they could lay a finger on you. Remember that. No one can save you from me. So don’t even think about leaving me. Because if you do… I’ll destroy you, and I’ll destroy myself so I could follow you.”

🖐🏻 ━ “But if you destroy yourself… I wouldn’t be able to hold and kiss you anymore…”

🖐🏻 ━ He uses his influence and power as leader of the league to isolate you even further from the outside world. Wherever you were living before would be cleaned out of your stuff and moved into the hideout. Your job would try to contact you, but to no avail. Friends and family would reach out to the community to ask where you went and search for you, but with no luck. To everyone from the outside, you no longer existed. You had seemingly disappeared without a trace.

🖐🏻 ━ He also makes the others go on errands for anything you needed, no matter the time or how busy they were. If they didn’t want to be dust, they’d be your loyal servant.

🖐🏻 ━ However, one day after waking up from a nap, he would feel around the bed after not feeling you in his arms and when he opened his eyes… you were nowhere to be found.

🖐🏻 ━ No one, not even Kurogiri, could stop the rampage that followed after Toga, Twice, Dabi, and Mr. Compress told him that they had no idea where you were. They had just gotten back from a mission. They had no text from you and Kurogiri also admitted that he saw you in the bar area for a while, but when he went to check on something for a minute, you were gone and he assumed you went back to his room.

🖐🏻 ━ This began the ultimate decay storm. He screamed, he threw punches and furniture. The members were awestruck by the insane scene happening before them. Over you. A quirkless random. There was nowhere to go.

🖐🏻 ━ When Spinner walks in, he barely manages to dodge a half-dusted stool hurling towards his head.

🖐🏻 ━ “What the fuck?!”

🖐🏻 ━ “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE THEY WENT?! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY (Y/N)?!”

🖐🏻 ━ “(Y/N)?! They’re fine! They went to go get something to eat like 15 minutes ago!”

🖐🏻 ━ Suddenly, the raging storm turned silent. The other members took this as a chance to make a run for it.

🖐🏻 ━ “Outside?”

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner gulped anxiously, feeling a chill run down his spine.

🖐🏻 ━ “You let. MY (Y/N)! GO OUTSIDE?!”

🖐🏻 ━ The remaining stools in his hands quickly turned to dust as he gradually trudged towards the green lizard with heavy, ominous steps.

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner froze, unable to move an inch.

🖐🏻 ━ “I-I was busy! I was getting information and there was no food in the fridge. The others weren’t here and (Y/N) said they were hungry so I gave them the keys–”

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner could tell Shigaraki wasn’t listening. All his excuses were falling on deaf ears.

🖐🏻 ━ Just as Shigaraki’s hand was mere mere inches away from Spinner’s face, he knew what would get him to stop.

🖐🏻 ━ “I KNOW WHERE THEY WENT!!”

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki stopped in his tracks and pulled his hand away as he stared down at the shaking heteromorph.

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner is Shigaraki’s loyal right-hand man. The first person he met when all hell seemed to be on them. The first ones to bring together this league. To bring down the heroes. Spinner would never lie to Shigaraki. And he knows that.

🖐🏻 ━ “Tell me where they went… please…”

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner and Shigaraki have always had a soft spot for each other.

🖐🏻 ━ When you first came into the picture, Spinner saw this as just a passing fling – mere puppy love – and soon Shigaraki would get bored of you and throw you away.

🖐🏻 ━ Looking at the nearly destroyed common area and how close he came to being dust himself, he was obviously wrong. He realized that Shigaraki would destroy everyone and everything around him if he were to lose you.

🖐🏻 ━ Meanwhile, you are having a great time. You’re sitting in a restaurant waiting for your to-go order and scrolling on your phone.

🖐🏻 ━ It was pretty peaceful despite the busy lunch rush. The only thing on your mind is getting the food and going home. You were honestly starting to get sick being around others and their loud conversations. Shigaraki really spoiled you by keeping you inside all the time and having others get food for you. You honestly wonder how you put up with this in the past. You cursed under your breath when you felt your pockets and forgot your headphones.

🖐🏻 ━ You checked the time again for the fifth time when a huge crash rattled the entire store.

🖐🏻 ━ Customers started to scream as bodies flew across the restaurant slamming against the floor and walls. Customers and staff that weren’t blocked by debris ran from any exit they could find, trampling over bodies and others trying to flee as a white unmarked van skidded into the entrance, the bumper and blood covered in blood.

🖐🏻 ━ You were about to make a run for it too when you heard a familiar voice.

🖐🏻 ━ “(Y/N)!”

🖐🏻 ━ You whipped your head back and immediately smiled at the familiar face emerging from the van.

🖐🏻 ━ “Shiggy!”

🖐🏻 ━ You ran towards Shigaraki, nearly tripping over the broken glass and concrete debris blocking the way.

🖐🏻 ━ As soon as Shigaraki felt your arms wrap around him and your body press against him, he nearly forgot how mad he was.

🖐🏻 ━ Nearly.

🖐🏻 ━ “I warned you. Did you really think you could leave me (Y/N)? I told you that I’d kill everyone around you if you ran away from me.”

🖐🏻 ━ The leftover customers and staff stood shell-shocked at the scene playing out before them. A few are already on the phone with the police.

🖐🏻 ━ You tilted your head quizzically.

🖐🏻 ━ “But I didn’t run away.”

🖐🏻 ━ You said it so calmly. Like you weren’t afraid of him or perturbed by his words.

🖐🏻 ━ “You disobeyed me! You went outside! You left me!”

🖐🏻 ━ “Shiggy, I told you I was going to get food. Don’t you remember?”

🖐🏻 ━ “Don’t lie to me, (Y/N).” He stared you down intensely and gripped you tighter like you were going to fade away right before his eyes.

🖐🏻 ━ “I’m not, babe! During our nap together, I went to the kitchen to get a snack and the fridge was empty. Toga, Dabi, and Twice weren’t there and I didn’t want to disturb them because they’ve been so busy lately so I asked Spinner if he could pick up some food for us.”

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner, still sitting in the driver’s seat, halted his breath wondering if you were going to throw him under the bus since he didn’t get the chance to fully explain the situation.

🖐🏻 ━ “But Spinner was also really busy so I asked him if I could borrow one of the cars to go get some food. He said he would only allow it if you approved.”

🖐🏻 ━ “I don’t remember you asking me anything…” Shigaraki remembers falling asleep in your arms, but nothing else.

🖐🏻 ━ “Awww~! Was someone half asleep?” you teased. “That’s so adorable~!”

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki couldn’t stop the blush that spread to his face. If Shigaraki was really awake, there would be no way in hell he’d approve any of this.

🖐🏻 ━ You stood on your tiptoes and gave Shigaraki a gentle kiss on the lips. Surprising everyone including Spinner and Shigaraki.

🖐🏻 ━ You’d only given him cheek and forehead kisses. This is officially his first kiss. You pulled away and smiled at him lovingly.

🖐🏻 ━ “I’m sorry for worrying you. I won’t do it again.” you apologized. “Honestly, being outside sucks. I just want to be back home with you.”

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki felt a warmth in his chest enveloping his heart. Without a doubt he knew what this feeling was. He hadn’t felt it in a long time.

🖐🏻 ━ “U-Um…”

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki’s eyes turned sharp as he glared at the vile creature ruining the moment.

🖐🏻 ━ “Oh! Is the food ready!” You smiled at the stunlocked worker covered in the building’s dust holding two large plastic bags trembling in his hands.

🖐🏻 ━ You took the bags from their hands and gave it a quick lookover. You hated it when workers gave you your food and left out important utensils or missing items.

🖐🏻 ━ “Yep! This is it! Thank you–”

🖐🏻 ━ “Didn’t I tell you not to be nice to others?” He grabs your face to look only at him as he glared at the worker you were freely giving your smiles to.

🖐🏻 ━ “Look! I got the league and us ramen! And look at this! They also have ohagi! Your favorite! I had a feeling you’d want something sweet after your nap.” You raised the bags and turned around to face him.

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki felt even more confirmation about this feeling than he thought possible.

🖐🏻 ━ This is love.

🖐🏻 ━ He wants to snatch you away from this place, away from the leering and perverted eyes of the disgusting NPCS walking this earth, but…

🖐🏻 ━ A honk cut clear through the tension.

🖐🏻 ━ “Okay, lovebirds! We gotta go unless we want to get some heroes to-go too!” Spinner called from the car.

🖐🏻 ━ Shigaraki led you by the waist and carefully placed you into the backseat of the van like you were made of porcelain.

🖐🏻 ━ Before he got in himself, he turned to the dazed customers and staff one last time.

🖐🏻 ━ “I guess I won’t blow this place up… Maybe I’ll decide after eating.”

🖐🏻 ━ As Spinner drove off, he kept glancing at the backseat as you and Shigaraki continued talking light-heartedly like they hadn’t committed domestic terrorism in a search for you.

🖐🏻 ━ Spinner sighed in relief as the storm finally blew over.

🖐🏻 ━ Call it true love or obsession, Shigaraki had no intention of letting you go.

🖤🖤🖤

a/n: my first reaction post for mr. hands aka crusty dusty. my love for him out weighs my love for sleeping. so i turned him into a yandere. pls enjoy!

[wonton4rang]

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Love me, leave me ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, smut.

summary: bnd legal mtl to like/ have quickies.

note: another thought that i had to get out of my system.

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sungho; he is one to make love instead of having sex so i don't really see him into quickies. but let me tell you!! when you guys went to the gym that day, doing your workout as always but today he was feeling you more so you guys weren't even five minutes in when he took you to the changing room and fucked you raw agaisnt a wall. and it would happen sometimes when he was stressed or just too horny to keep going about his day without burying his cock deep in your pussy </3

riwoo; i can see him stopping dance practice just to come up to you and lay down by your side, leaning more than usual on you, laughing softly at the things you said and you noticing how often he licked his lips. so you just asked "all good, hyeok-ah?" your hand landing on his thigh and poor thing would just crumble and let you know how hot he felt, asking you to please help him out. and he would fuck so good :(

jaehyun; myungjae is messy so quickies with him would be too, that's why i think it wouldn't happen very often, maybe when he was horny during a party or even at a meeting, going to the bathroom and making you ride him at a bathroom stool while he cutely moaned your name over and over, dropping his head back and cumming almost immediately. you would even have to cover his mouth to avoid the noise going out of the bathroom, feeling his cum inside of your pussy went you lifted up. he looks like a mess, so sweaty and still panting slowly while he sweetly repeats "thank you so much, baby" :')

taesan; i don't think that this one would be completely against it but it wouldn't be his first choice either. but i can definitely see him slowly indulging you and dragging you in to make you feel as horny as he was just so you could ask him to fuck instead of him telling you about it. with time you would notice how his eyelids were lower than usual, his hands sneakier than ever, and so you will finally understand and give in faster, laughing and telling him "if you were this horny, you could've told me" after y'all were laying on the couch, cuddling and sharing soft kisses and laughs :D

leehan; yes. that's it. he would take quickies way too serious. it wouldn't be his go-to option but he will definitely do it more often than the others, leaning in your ear and whispering "if we don't go in the next thirty seconds i'm bending you over and fucking you here and now", you obviously got up and he followed you closely when you got to a room in the second floor of the house you guys were at (it was a party this time), he fucked the shit out of you. and that would happen often, like every 3/5 times y'all went out or were just having a normal day together.

basically it goes:

MOST.

leehan. self-explanatory, i believe. he likes them and he does them often.

jaehyun. i perceive him as a very needy boy so i believe it would happen often even though it wasn't y'alls favorite.

riwoo. normally he wouldn't think about it but when the time comes and he just can't hold back, he loves them. so he goes in the middle, because like jaehyun i believe he can be very needy.

sungho. as i mentioned before i every post that sungho is included, i see him as a very "stablished relationship, serious yet not boring" type of boyfriend, which means he likes to fuck you at home or directly on his bed. he doesn't hate quickies but they would almost never happen.

taesan. i'll say this for the nth time, for now, i don't see taesan as a very sex drived person so quickies don't go with him, i also believe he is rather organized so having sex randomly would make his stomach ache :') it would happen, yes, but don't get used to it because it won't happen often.

LEAST.

[pinkcreamypeach]

Random post but /still not a fan of the show/

Rosie x Sir pentious (Opinion!!)

They've been a cute couple.

I've been thinking a lot about Rosie x Sir Pentious, and it makes sense to me. It would have been fun to watch Sir Pentious attempt to impress a beautiful overlord like Rosie. He would comically mess up, but this would only make Rosie like him more. The way he tries and tries to act like a gentleman would only make her like him even more. They could have had tea and chatted about old times, with Rosie talking about her town and Sir Pentious talking about his egg boys.Or perhaps they could have had a sweet friendship. Sir Pentious needs more friends too.

I can't seem to hate this ship. In fact, I find it sweet and sweetens my day whenever I think about it.

Besides all of that, I can see Cherri as either lesbian or asexual, which would provide representation for the ace community. I used to ship Sir Pentious and Cherri due to the fanart, but after watching the show, they failed to make me feel anything towards the ship. My reaction was neutral when seeing them together, and while I did not despise the prospect of them becoming a couple, I simply could not get invested in their romance.

Author note:[ Your freedom to ship anything you like is always respected. Please do not perceive my personal opinions or thoughts as an indication of dislike towards your own ship or any other ship. I simply wish to express my feelings and thoughts as an individual, and do not intend any hurtful messages or feelings towards you or the ship you support.]

[chiffon-and-spice]

Silly Little Fantasy (Carlos Oliveira x Reader) 18+

Carlos x Fem!Reader 18+ MINORS DNI

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Concept- Carlos was dreaming again... dreaming of you. And he didn't know what to do with himself. You hadn't known each other very long, hell he didn't even know your name. All he knew was that you were driving him crazy. 

Content- NSFW 18+, masturbation, oral, degrading, reader has a thing for accents, reader also has a cute tummy pooch 

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Carlos's eyes roamed across the room, though he wasn't entirely paying attention, just trying to make himself look busy. He hated these stupid things. It wasn't always Umbrella had to deal with national threats however, and he much preferred boring little parties than being sent out to wherever to extract people and secure overrun areas. That didn't mean Carlos paid much attention when it came to them. 

At least he usually didn't, but today he found something worth paying attention to. Rather... someone. Carlos couldn't quite explain how or why you stood out, there were several people that attended these things. Several people that could just have easily been perceived as attractive.

Maybe it was the way you carried yourself. Maybe it was the way you quickly snubbed one of the rich assholes that decided the seat beside you needed filling. Maybe it was the way your pretty little throat seemed to move, as you swallowed the drink in your hands. Or maybe even it was the way your manicured nails wrapped around the stem of your wine glass. Whatever the reason, Carlos couldn't stop staring. 

That's where it had started anyway. Despite seeing the many failed attempts of others, he knew he'd be a fool not to at least try and get your attention. After all, you had already effortlessly captured his. 

As a guard, he was supposed to patrol around anyway. It wouldn't look too suspicious to walk around for a bit, casually bumping into you. He made his way over to the bar.

While thinking about how to approach you however, you moved a seat over, sitting right beside him. Carlos was stunned but wouldn't deny it had given him a little confidence boost. Of all the guys that had attempted to swoon you, he was the only one to successfully have you move and sit by him. 

"You stalking me?"

Carlos felt his cheeks flush, all potential game he had flying out the window. He let out a nervous chuckle, embarrassment creeping up along his neck. He had thought he was being subtle checking you out... How long had you noticed his gawking? 

"What... I... No, I work here," he replied, hating how he seemed to stumble over his words.

"At the bar?" you asked, raising one eyebrow skeptically.

This only seemed to make him more flustered, as he shifted in his little bar stool, suddenly feeling much too big for the chair.

"No, for the host. I decided to take my break now... I... needed a drink."

He couldn't quite go into details. All guards were undercover tonight. While Umbrella expected for things to go smoothly, they could never be too cautious. You didn't seem to buy it, still holding that same unamused look on your face.

"You needed a drink?"

"Well... I don't exactly mind the company either," Carlos teased, giving you a crooked smile. He seemed pleased with himself, finally finding his words. 

You didn't say anything, only rolling your eyes, as you reached down, taking another sip from your glass. 

"Hmm..." was all you said in response. 

Carlos was usually good with people, and he knew it. He knew he was attractive as well, which certainly helped when it came to wooing those around him. Despite all these qualities, he was no stranger to rejection either. 

When it came to you however, he wasn't quite sure where he stood. Being good with people and attractive to most, didn't seem to carry over when talking to you. 

"You find me attractive."

It wasn't a question but a statement. One you weren't asking confirmation for. You didn't need it. The way his lingering gaze seemed to rake over your body, his fidgety movements in the bar stool, and his inability to find his words all but confirmed this. 

After not giving a response, you flashed him a teasing smile, and the look you gave him somehow terrified him and turned him on. Your head tilted slightly, as you ran your index finger around the rim of your glass.

"And you want to know if I find you attractive?" you continued. 

Carlos could practically feel his clothes clinging to him rather tightly, the material growing a bit uncomfortable in all the wrong places. It took everything in him not to come off as desperate. 

You didn't need an answer, only reaching over and squeezing his thigh lightly. 

The little movement drove him wild, as his pants suddenly felt a little tighter and his body felt a lot warmer. He was itching to get out of these clothes. 

You flashed him an inviting look, as you gracefully slid off the bar stool. You didn't have to tell Carlos twice, as he followed your lead, his heart pounding. 

If you had told him he'd be receiving the best head of his life, in the tiny bathroom of some hotshot at Umbrella's house, he would've laughed in your face. But here he was, having your pretty lips, carefully kissing and licking in all the right places, as your head bobbed up and down. 

Carlos's back was pressed against the wall, as he grabbed the shower curtain for support, unable to formulate any sort of word. It took all his focus to keep quiet, knowing the walls were pretty thin. That it wouldn't be impossible for them to get caught. Part of him also grew harder, thinking about being caught. 

Fuck... were you good at this. Every little sensation made his thighs shake and his back arch. Carlos was practically vibrating from your touch. Your cool hands against his warm flesh sent jolts down his spine. As your tongue ran along that spot, his hips gave an involuntary jut forward, hitting the back of your throat.

The gagging noise that came from your mouth only seemed to drive him further, as he felt that all too familiar heat build up inside him.  All the blood rushed down into him. 

You seemed pleased with his response, picking up speed. Carlos's grip tightened, as he threw his head back, biting on his tongue to hold back any potential noises. He wanted so desperately to let out a series of moans, as sweat formed along his forehead. 

Your tongue was rough, brushing against all the right places. He was surprised at how well you took in his length, knowing just which places to linger and rub against. Just as you built him to that spot, the shower curtain snapped under his large hands, crashing. 

You were startled at first, pulling your mouth back, as Carlos released all over the tile floor. The white liquid is a stark contrast in color against the sleek black tiles. He felt heat creep up his neck, as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. 

After realizing what happened, you simply laughed, though the noise was short lived as a knock erupted on the door. 

"Is everything okay in there?" 

Carlos recognized the host's voice, his neck burning. Before he could speak however, your hand went to his mouth, as you spoke, almost effortlessly. 

"Yeah... just a bit too much to drink. I slipped and fell. I'm fine, but I broke your shower curtain. I promise I will replace it." 

"Don't worry about it, just... be careful in there."

Once you both heard the footsteps draw away, you removed your hand from Carlos's mouth, laughing once again. 

"I told you to be quiet..." you teased, eyeing the mess on the floor. 

Carlos only rubbed the back of his neck, smiling softly. 

"You know how impossible that is when someone as good as you is on my dick?"

You only rolled your eyes at him, however based on the coy smile you were, you were clearly pleased with yourself. 

Then... that was that. Carlos didn't see you again. You had slipped out of the bathroom as quickly as you came, disappearing into the crowd. He thought he would be content with that. He had successfully gotten you alone, unlike anyone else that had approached you that night. 

It had the exact opposite effect though. Many nights, Carlos found himself craving your mouth on him again. Wondering what it felt like to be inside of you, watching as he pounded into you relentlessly. You had given him the night of his life, and he was desperate to return the favor. Not to mention you had taken the blame for him damaging the shower curtain. 

Carlos went back to that night often, as he touched himself, but nothing could quite replicate the feel of your mouth. Hell, even sleeping with other people felt empty compared to that moment in the cramped bathroom. 

You'd even taken over his dreams, as he tried to imagine all the noises he could get to escape from your lips. Tonight was no different. 

He had awoken in a cold sweat, just before the release. All he could think about was you, as he let out an annoyed groan, running his hands along his face. It took everything in him to ignore the pulsing between his legs, desperate for any sort of contact. The clock on his bedside table seemed to blink urgently, as Carlos studied the number.

Too late to fall back asleep but too early to get out of bed. 

Carlos collapsed back into his pillows, letting out a breathy sigh. He couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of shame, imagining what could have possibly been hidden beneath your dress that night. Thinking about the way your chest bounced a little, as you moved against him. 

Reluctantly, he reached over, grabbing the lotion bottle he kept in his nightstand. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he applied some to his dominant hand. Carlos's skin tingled at the coolness. 

His hand made it's way into his boxers, as he once again fell back into the familiar memory. Your legs, carefully crossed, as you slid off the barstool. The color of your underwear that night. The way your eyes seemed to wander his, as you pressed him against the wall, immediately going for his pants. How quickly you managed to slip his belt off. The ferality you had attacked him with.

This was becoming an unhealthy obsession. 

Carlos started to gently stroke himself, eyes closed. The mattress beneath him, becoming the cool bathroom wall. Unlike before... he could make whatever noises he wanted.

With every tug, he felt his breath almost stop, his heart rate quickening. He tried his best to replicate your speed, squeezing himself a little tighter. The coolness of the lotion was nothing like the heat from your mouth, but it was the closest thing he'd get. 

He only seemed to grow hotter, when he pictured your lips making quick work on him again, letting out a low groan. Carlos's hips bucked into his hand, as he began to quicken the pace. 

The blanket suddenly felt too hot against his skin, as he moaned softly. Carlos was mostly annoyed with himself, annoyed that he didn't ask your name. Annoyed he didn't try harder. Annoyed that all you two had been was a sloppy blow job in some pompous asshat's estate. 

His frustration mixed with his desire, only built up to his orgasm, as he worked along the length. What finally did him in was imagining your throat, moving up and down, as you sipped on the wine. 

Carlos screamed at no one in particular, arching his back as he relieved himself on his sheets. The feeling was nothing compared to what your mouth had done, but it would have to do. 

"Fuck..." he mumbled to himself, as he rolled on his side, a panting sweaty mess. This was getting bad. Carlos would do anything to run into you again, but it was starting to feel damn near impossible. Not to mention, you'd probably find his obsessive behavior creepy. He just couldn't help himself. You practically had him in a chokehold. 

It wasn't until Carlos had started giving up on the idea, that he ran into you again. Well... sort of. 

Carlos followed after his supervisor, his shoulders tightened, as he kept alert, his gaze sweeping the area. They hadn't informed him of much about what was going on, just that the supervisor wanted to speak to him in private.

Part of Carlos was worried that his little secret about the party had been revealed somehow. He tried to ignore the tightening in his stomach, as he stepped inside the office.

The man that escorted him took a seat in the leather chair, turning slightly. 

"Mr. Oliveira..." he started stoically. 

Carlos only nodded softly in response, holding his gaze. He was practically frozen in his spot, his chest tightening. Then he exhaled a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"You seem nervous."

"Just... a little on edge,” more like he wanted to get edged. “Haven't been sleeping well Sir," Carlos replied, trying his best not to move. He hoped he'd sounded more convincing than he felt. 

The man doesn't seem to care too much, shrugging, as he leant back in his seat. 

"Is that so? Do I need to change your patrol so you can get your sleeping schedule under control?"

"Absolutely not sir, I know I've been slacking a little, but I promise today I will redeem myself. Rogers and I planned on doing a bunch of extra exercises today in preparation for next week." 

The man shook his head, sighing.

"Scratch that, I have a task for you Oliveira. Normally I'd ask my second, but he's still busy with the Europe issue. It's a personal matter."

Carlos seemed to perk up, almost intrigued. Though, he stopped listening when he spotted a photo on the man's desk. His blood ran cold, and he felt all the color drain from his face.

It didn't take a genius to figure anything out. Without a doubt that was indeed you on his desk, smiling. 

Carlos's Supervisor seemed to take note, looking somewhat annoyed. 

"Ah... I forgot, you haven't been here before. That's my daughter... a pain in my ass. Here's a word of advice, kid, don't have children. Nothing but trouble. She embarrassed me last week at the party I threw. The audacity. Brought some stranger into my bathroom and fucked him. She thinks she was clever and quiet about it, but I know. The second I find the bastard that went in there with her..." 

Carlos's heart rate only increased as he let out a nervous laugh. Of course the one woman he'd ever been obsessed with would be the kid of his supervisor. Fuck... he was going to loose his job so fast. Maybe even end up dead in a ditch somewhere. 

"Sounds... like a mess..." he replied awkwardly, shifting his footing. "What... What was the task?"

The man nodded, waving his hand.

"Of course, it actually pertains to this. I want you to keep an eye out, anyone that so much as glances at her, I want you to report it to me. I'm having her come by today. I want to figure out which one of them disrespected me like that. Who just... right on the floor."

Carlos felt his eyes widen, as he sucked in a breath, chewing his bottom lip. Heat once again crept on his neck. Not his proudest moment. 

"Sounds like a real piece of shit..." Carlos replied, believing every word. 

After feeling lectured, despite the Supervisor never directly addressing him, Carlos made his way back towards the training rooms, with his head down. This of course did not go unnoticed by his colleagues, who were used to the charming and charismatic casanova practically bragging about his endeavors. 

"Oliveira's finally gone quiet, that's a first."

"He always locks up when he gets a really bad rejection. Things must've not gone well in Hardy's office." 

Their teasing only made Carlos smile awkwardly, as he waved a dismissive hand. 

"Nah... nothing like that. Rough morning, and Hardy is just on edge. Picked out a special task, just for me, but I'm not feeling so lucky about it," he replied. 

The first one that spoke, a blond Carlos remembered as Rogers, laughed slightly, as he began doing pull ups. Carlos settled at the work bench beside him, not really focusing on exercise. His eyes scanned the room, practically expecting you to pop up out of nowhere. 

"Yeah? Why's that? He sending you to Europe too? I wouldn't wanna touch that mess with a ten foot pole."

Carlos shook his head, unsure what to say. Surely, if he brought it up it would land him in hot water. Or... maybe he could get lucky, pawn his sins off on one of the other poor suckers here. He never was a fan of Terwilliger. 

"Nothing of the sort thank god, Hardy's pissed someone made off with his daughter at the last little party he hosted."

"Shit, someone managed to not get rejected by Hardy Jr.? She must've been super pissed off at her dad that night then. Any clue who it is? Lucky son of a bitch whoever it is, I gave up after the first two rejections." Rogers replied, still focused on his little exercise routine. 

Carlos absently lifted one of the weights, hoping he didn't look as red as he felt. 

"Hardy seemed clueless, whoever the perpetrator is hasn't been caught yet." 

The conversation didn't get to carry on, as a familiar head poked itself into the training room. It took every ounce of self-control Carlos had not to react, as you peered around, a mischievous look on your face. For a moment, Carlos was worried you'd approach him and give him away. 

"Good morning boys," You greeted, never once looking at Carlos. For some reason that upset him more than the potential of being caught did. 

Rogers smirks slightly down at Carlos, glancing around the room. 

"Who do you think she's looking for?" he whispered. 

Carlos doesn't reply, shrugging, as he moves off the workbench. 

"Hardy is in his office, though the view is arguably much better here," a brunette teased, leaning against the wall. Terwilliger.

You eyed him slightly, still not meeting Carlos's gaze, as you hummed quietly in response. 

"Really... I haven't noticed anything worth seeing." 

Carlos rolled his eyes, brushing past you, as he made his way out of the room. He wasn't sure what he expected, or why he even had expectations at all. It's not like you were obligated to feel any way about him. 

He sighed, making his way to the bathroom. No surprise to himself, he was already starting to feel himself get hard, just from seeing you. He groaned in annoyance, staring down at himself. He was a very weak man, and part of that made him feel pathetic. You hadn't even acknowledged his presence, and he was begging like a dog. 

Carlos couldn't help but also smile a little... he now knew your name. Dangerous information. 

He glanced around once more, and after realizing he was alone, he loosened his belt. Again? This is pathetic. As Carlos shamed himself, he felt his pants getting tighter against him, practically begging to be set free. 

Such a sad little bitch he was. Oh but how badly he wanted to be your bitch.

Carlos groaned slightly, as he slipped his hand into his pants, instantly getting a chill down his spine from the pressure. His once cool fingers instantly increased in temperature as he carefully started on the tip, massaging himself. All he could think about was you, standing in the doorway, taunting him with those devilish eyes. 

He felt himself twitch slightly in his hand, as he let out a quiet moan from the pace mixed with your image. 

"Fuck... that's right," he said to himself, his voice quieting as he said your name. No not said... practically purred it. It was like a symphony to his ears, making that heat inside of him build up. You were so perfect to him. 

Right as he was reaching that spot, his hand slowly traveling up and down, the sound of the door opening caused his blood to freeze. Carlos stood, hand still in pants, as his gaze jerked towards the door. He felt that heat creep up his neck, his cheeks flushing in color. He couldn't move, as his eyes met with yours.

You weren't staring at him in disgust or judgment though, which only seemed to make him more scared. You carefully stepped in, locking the door. You were in the men's restroom. Fuck... Carlos was so dead. 

"You already started without me?" 

Your voice sent chills down his spine, as he stared blankly at you, his erection now forgotten. You jumped on the sink in front of him, smiling coyly. 

"Well don't stop on my account. Don't suddenly act shy, like you weren't calling me in here." 

After a few moments of silence, and Carlos not doing anything but staring stunned, you rolled your eyes, sliding off the sink and tugging at his pants. 

"If you wanted my help, all you had to do was ask, pretty boy."

"I'm sorry... I'm not quite sure what's happening here..." Carlos replied, slowly pulling his hand out of his boxers. 

"Really? You're not sure, because it looked like you were pleasuring yourself to the idea of me."

Carlos threw his hands up defensively, wracking his brain for an explanation. He wasn't quite sure how to respond, or what to even say. What could he possibly say? 

"It's not... I mean I... Well..."

He was surprised when you let out a little chuckle, eyes lighting up in realization.

"Ah... you're embarrassed. Isn't that cute. So you actually weren't trying to get my attention? You just happened to be that loud thinking about me." 

The subtlety in your tone, the way you batted your thick lashes at him, and how your lips pulled into that coy smile had him going mad. Your tiny fingers were still wrapped around his belt, gently flicking the buckle back and forth. The noise was enough to drive Carlos wild. You were toying with him, and he hated how much he loved it. 

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you..." Carlos breathed, his shoulders dropping. 

All shame was now tossed out the window. If you hadn't left now, chances are you probably weren't going to. He tried to ignore the little flutter in his heart at the idea that he might've been occupying your mind just as much. Carlos was desperate for any form of contact with you, and now that he had it, it was impossible to not tell you every dark desire in his mind.

"Aren't you sweet, I bet you touch yourself to me often."

"Almost every time now."

His response made him bite his tongue, and he's worried he's said too much. Carlos's heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest. He was a sweaty mess under your gaze. You'd hardly done anything, and he was already winded. 

Carlos's words only made you smile in response, tilting your head, as you let out a soft hum. 

"Almost huh... guess I didn't leave a lasting enough impression last time."

Before Carlos could question you, your lips were on his, and you were making quick work of the buttons along his shirt. Your skin flush against his, a desperation in both your movements. Your teeth gently bit his bottom lip, causing Carlos to moan softly into your mouth. 

Once you'd pulled his shirt off, your lips traveled to the side, running along his jawline. 

"After today, I'm all you're going to be able to touch yourself to," you whispered in between kisses. 

Your words made Carlos practically burst out of his pants. His head was throw back in pleasure, as you kissed along his neck, your hands gripping his waist tightly. Everything about you sent jolts through his body. 

The way you spoke, the hunger in your lips, how your thigh brushed along his, your legs slowly intertwining. 

Carlos was practically acting on instinct, as he grabbed your thighs, lifting you on the bathroom sink. You seemed pleased, your legs wrapping around his waist and your hands pressed against the small of his back. Both of your hips were moving in a fluid motion together. 

His lips found yours again, as he made quick work of the jacket you had been wearing, peeling it off. It fell to the floor with a little slap, but the noise was unnoticed. Your hands trailed to the front of his pants. 

The clanking of his belt buckle only seemed to drive the both of you further, as you slipped it off, the accessory taking it's rightful place by your jacket. 

You smiled softly against Carlos's lips, your tongue brushing along his teeth, as he allowed you access. You made a pleasurable noise, fingers fumbling with the zipper of his pants. Carlos trailed his kiss down the length of your jaw, smiling as you threw your head back.

"Fuck..." you whispered softly, responding to the week of pent up desire for this man. 

"Need," you practically growled, unable to get the words out.

It didn't matter, Carlos seemed to understand you, as he pulled your shirt over your head. Without words, you two managed to communicate your desires efficiently. Almost as if you were wired to work together. 

Carlos nipped gently at your collarbone, his hand making quick work of your bra clasp. He hadn't gotten you to strip before, and now he was enamored by you. As the black fabric joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor, Carlos stared at you, gently kissing along the top of your breasts. 

"So beautiful..." he whispered, not wanting to take his lips away. 

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, as you pulled it up, breaking contact with his lips temporarily. Before you could do much else, Carlos was pulling off your own pants, running his hands along the inside of your thighs. 

His brown eyes stared up at you hungrily, as a small smirk made it's way to his lips. You didn't have to ask why, you knew what he was excited about, as he aggressively tugged your underwear down. The roughness in his touch had you practically soaked, as you let out a breathy gasp. 

Carlos seemed pleased with the noise, pressing a soft kiss against your left thigh. 

"You have no idea what you've done to my mind..." he whispered against your flesh, biting it softly. Your fingers tangled into his head, as you tried to urge him forward, pouting down at the man. 

"Screw your mind... look at what you're doing to my body," you practically whined. 

"I'm just getting started, bonita."

The way the words roll of his tongue, has you practically arching your back, despite the fact that he hasn't even kissed inside you yet. Fuck... did you have a thing of accents. 

Before you could respond, you felt his warm yet damp tongue slide along you, brushing against a particularly sensitive spot. Your hips jutted forward involuntarily, causing a dark chuckle to erupt from Carlos. Despite the front, you both knew how quickly the roles had changed. This man now had control over you, and you were loving every minute of that. 

You could feel his stubble gently brushing along your thighs, while he licked inside of you. His tongue darted in several different directions, causing your grip in his hair to tighten. Considering how much the man seemed to run his mouth, you were unsure why you were surprised at the speed his tongue moved inside of you. You were starting to regret being on the giving end the first time you two had encountered each other. With a tongue like that, you had really wasted Carlos's potential. 

Your hips bucked against his mouth, pulling back as he did, so when you met each other it increased the pleasure. You were surprised at how quickly this man was getting you off already. With every flick of his tongue, you were burying deeper into his face, your breathing becoming rugged. 

You were like a rubber band being stretched too far, and you could feel yourself wearing down. You were practically seeing stars. Carlos seemed focused however, his smile never faltering, as he licked along all the right places. You were practically shaking from the movements, biting your tongue to avoid screaming. But fuck did you need this man. Holy shit, you didn't know what you had been missing, as a quiet moan escaped your lips. 

After enough resistance, you felt that band finally snap, finishing with Carlos still inside of you. Your head thrown back, as you moaned his name, shaking involuntarily. The man between your legs let out a throaty laugh, as he began licking up the mess. 

He licked his lips, gazing up at you with a sultry look in his eyes. 

"Enjoying yourself?" Carlos purred, admiring his work. 

You couldn't speak, at first, your heart was pounding. You were a sweaty heap, and your legs were starting to ache. Carlos didn't quite look down, as he lowered you, pinning you against the wall. His hands traveling along your shoulders, slipping down your sides, and squeezing the small of your back. 

Fuck... your body was so beautiful to him. He was practically captivated. Each little curve. The way your stomach poked out. The texture of your skin. Every little scar and mark. How hot you felt against him, your body flush. He loved how much he had to work with. Carlos placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, smiling against the skin. 

All his senses were going haywire in your presence. 

"Your taste... your smell... how you feel. Fuck, you're driving me crazy maldito bebe." 

You attacked him hungrily, your nails grazing his back. He didn't seem bothered by your kiss, only moving to drop his own pants, as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip. You could taste yourself still on him, and part of you grew a little red at the thought. This man stirred a fire in you in so many ways, you couldn't keep up. 

Carlos pulled away slowly, staring into your eyes. 

"Are you comfortable with this? We don't have to do anything else, if you don't want to." 

You couldn't help but laugh. After the way you had just attacked him. You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, pulling him against you.

"Shut up and fuck me," you replied. 

Carlos smiled like you had just told him he was heaven on earth. Those words were all he needed, as he began pressing kissing all over your body, squeezing your thighs. You could feel him poking against you through his boxers. Your own fingers worked around the hem, until he sprang free, his boxers falling beside his pants. 

Within seconds, he was lifting your legs up, gripping your thighs as he used the wall for support, guiding himself in. Careful as always, he started slow, allowing you to adjust to him. 

It was obviously much bigger than his tongue, and you could hardly contain yourself, as you let out a slight wince. The noise evolved into a moan, as he shifted inside of you. Your walls were a little tight, resisting his movements at first. This only seemed to please the man more, as he let out a breathy sigh. 

"Fuck... this is so much better than my dreams. Mmm, such a good girl." 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, as he kissed all over you, nibbling on your neck. There was no way you were going to leave this bathroom without telltale signs of the things you two had done to each other. His praise made you grip on to him tighter, feeling that familiar fire burn up inside of you.

Carlos was so good at everything he did, every little touch, thrust, and kiss leaving you a whimpering mess. Your flesh practically burned from his grip. 

"Is that so... Mmm, so much better than all those filthy thoughts you've had about me, isn't it?"

You were surprised at first, when he rammed into you, his grip on your thighs tightening. It made you excited, as Carlos let out a quiet grunt into your skin. Your words seemed to stir awake something primal within him. The way he attacked your skin, while pounding into you was almost... animalistic. 

"So many...So horrible..." he groaned, "Fuck... I'm pathetic."

You couldn't help but smirk, noticing his own words seemed to affect the work he was doing. He stiffened inside of you, and his teeth scraped a little rougher against your flesh. Carlos's hands grabbing at your thighs was certain to leave hand marks. 

You were learning things about this man that made your spine tingle. Fuck... this man had to be fictional, the way he was working you up. 

"You're worse... you're so weak Carlos...you ought to be ashamed of yourself, fucking your supervisor's daughter right here where you work. Betraying his trust like this. All on the line and for what, a quick fuck like you're some common whore." 

You were pleased to see you had been correct, as you felt him slam in just that right spot, rubbing against your walls. It was enough to take your breath away, as he pressed himself further into your skin. His stubble tickled your collar bone, while sucking on a particularly sensitive spot, moaning into your skin.

"Fuck... do that again, I'm so close."

It was hard to focus on words, with how much this man was pushing your senses into overdrive. You couldn't believe this man was already leading you towards a second orgasm. 

"It's probably not even going to be your last time is it? You're so sick Carlos. Finding pleasure in betraying the man who relied on you. In fucking someone in the very bathroom of the place you work. You had one simple task, and you couldn't even accomplish that. Pitiful."

The words seem to be all he needed, causing Carlos to let out a loud moan. Heat spread through your body, as your hips rolled into his, making a noise of your own. You both were practically shaking. At this point shame was a foreign concept with neither of you trying to keep quiet anymore. Not like that felt entirely possible. 

Carlos’s forehead had beads of sweat, and he was a panting mess, his head resting against your chest. He let out a small laugh, his movements slowing down, as he looked up at you with sleepy eyes. 

With just one look, Carlos says so much, as he presses a careful kiss where he had bitten you moments before. His movements are much more gentle, as he pulls out of you, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. Fuck… you were like a dream to him, leaving him dazed and happy, while he got lost in your skin. 

His breathing slowed, and he let out a quiet chuckle, pulling his head back and gently caressing your face. 

“So… this wasn’t the last time right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh of your own at the gentleness in his tone. The way he looked so soft… so docile in comparison to the primal way he had attacked you moments ago. Your heart fluttered a little, as you brushed your fingers through his long hair, smiling down at him.

“Definitely not…”

Carlos seemed pleased with the answer, pressing soft kisses over the newly created bite marks on your skin. 

The moment was interrupted, as it often is, by a loud bang on the door. You looked up startled with Carlos’s lips still on your skin. You chewed your bottom lip, using the wall to keep yourself positioned upright.

“Oliveira, what the hell are you doing in there? We’re supposed to be in the training room right now.”

Carlos smirked up at you slightly, as he backed up, retrieving his discarded clothing.

“Fucking the supervisor’s daughter.”

Your eyes widened at his words, opening your mouth. As Carlos pulled his shirt on, he eyed you mischievously, raising one finger to his lips. 

“Shhh,” he mouthed. 

You only smiled back in response, following Carlos to your own clothes. You couldn’t help but be disappointed that he was that the moment was over so quickly, and Carlos’s body was now covered. 

“Ha, really funny. Don’t let Hardy hear you talking like that. Hurry up and finish your business, before we get extra hours this week.”

Carlos didn’t reply, as the sound of footsteps leaving the door filled the room. You fiddled with your pants, carefully putting all your clothes back on. You were definitely going to need a shower. Once you were certain the man was gone, you punched Carlos in the shoulder.  

“Are you trying to get us caught?” 

The dark haired man only smiled in response, tightening his belt. 

“I knew he wouldn’t take the comment seriously…” his words trailed off, as he stared at you. 

Even with all your clothing on, there were certain marks you couldn’t quite hide. Particularly the darker spots on your neck. Carlos couldn’t help but feel a little proud, knowing anyone that saw you would know exactly what happened. Even if they didn’t know who. Fuck, even if he did get caught, everything that had just happened between the two of you would be more than worth whatever his punishment would be. 

Carlos was surprised when you stepped closer to him, shoving something into his pocket. Before he could ask anything, you were already slipping out of the tiny room, glancing down the hallway.

When he reached into his pocket, he couldn’t help but feel his face flush, instantly recognizing the lacey texture of your underwear. Realization dawned on him, as he glanced back towards the bathroom door you had slipped out of. I guess… it was a good thing you were wearing pants. 

Carlos smiled softly to himself, as he pushed the garment deeper into his pocket. He couldn’t wait to give them back to you. 

[coochie-sniffer3000]

jefftony rant of the evil variety

jefftony…… for one of my favs i got a LOTTT of icks abt it. and this comes from someone who loves it a whole bunch—i js think that there are a lot of problems that i feel like aren’t addressed enough by shippers?? i come from a place of thinking that a stronger story can come out of them growing out of these habits and getting better. anyw

i think the big problem is that they COULD be ridiculously cute together, but instead tony ends up being super codependent and jeff is completely nonreciprocal. and oooooowww it stings

im gonna start with what is imo the problem area: tony. and….dude. it’s like. YOU KNOW. hes so codependent it’s sick. itoi dont write randomly tragic things into your fiction challenge go. when he gets up in ness’s business to tell him hes jeff’s beeest friend (not jealous at all). just like all the seeking him out frequently with the call and the letter. when you waltz up to him with a knocked out jeff and he????? has?? a meltdown???!?!?!! 😨 just screaming and crying in unfiltered fear???? a lot of the text in earthbound is either super monotone or kinda smartass small talk (even the horrifying final boss is based on “simple yet effective”) and tony in this scene is just so jarringly raw it made my heart drop directly to my stomach and out my ass. cause what

and then when you’re someone who cares abt tony as much as i do and tends to over analyze stuff that has to do with him, you get a lot of jeff too. im telling you i do love jeff. hes a sweet kid and definitely well meaning. but my interpretation on him is from the pov of someone who perceives him from over tonys shoulder and goooood goddddd he treats tony like a wet towel. im gonna go ahead and say i do not blame jeff for the way he feels—jeff doesn’t NEED to love someone back, it’s just that he’s definitely FRIENDS with him and from that stepping point he SERIOUSLY falls short… i understand it wasn’t really his choice to leave a day before tony’s birthday, but did he really have to go out stealing like 20 custom birthday cookies? and while he was at it ignore and avoid him even AFTER the adventure that prevented him from staying with him?? and to think he does all this while tony keeps forgiving him and offering aid and PINING!!! SO HARD!!!! i’d say jeff kinda saves himself by going like “that tony’s got a heart of gold 🥹❤️” very last minute but that was a CLUUTCH. i’d lose hope for him entirely if he was like “uhh.. yea you can keep that ness 😅” cause atp it’s WAY too far up his alley for his own gd good

in conclusion jeff needs a wake up call so fucking bad. please dont ditch your friend who loves you unconditionally for your dad who dropped you off when you were two. please. or i might kill you

[archivalofsins]

I feel like people really do pick and choose when Jackalope is an unreliable source of information.

This would be fine if it this were ever tied to any of his characterization over the course of series. Yet, half the time it just boils down to him saying something that a person subjectively doesn't agree with.

Then that someone going,

"Remember the characters can lie, they aren't infallible, this includes Jackalope~ <3 Please and thank you!"

Without explaining or even going over any of times Jackalope has been overtly bias. Of which they are many to actually elaborate further on why they believe this is the case. It's honestly why I've been getting really sick of the blanket term vibes when it comes to describing the character of an individual or concept.

It's such an easy way to discount something without giving it much thought.

Saying that the characters can be bias is pretty much the same as that to me. Except it oddly glances over the fact that the audience can be bias as well and usually when someone tells someone something is the case without evidence that means one of two things,

A. They don't want to think about the topic too much themselves.

B. They don't want you to think about the topic too much yourself.

Either way they don't want anyone thinking which is never a good thing.

(Edited for clarity and to expand on certain points: 07/19/2024 12:58pm)

For example- if I were to say,

"Ya, know I don't like how Jackalope discussed Yuno. I feel like he was being a bit dishonest in the report on her at the end of trial two. I mean we know he has a bias for cute women and it seems like he's just agreeing with her statement because she's his type."

That would still have more thought put into it than what people have been saying about his report on Mikoto and I could actually prove that. Because it directly aligns with how he has consistently been portrayed.

But I didn't say he was fucking lying for her because even though he has a bias towards cute girls he has no fucking reason to. But you just said he has a bias towards her so he would lie to keep her looking good and make us think it was really that simple if he liked her.

Have none of you been watching? Do you not know what makes Jackalope go apeshit? From the web series and the novels yet? What really gets this motherfucker heated more than any woman- Let me give a quick refresher.

"It’s not easy. Of course it’s not easy. Crime is not easy! Punishment is not easy!! Don’t I know it! But don’t you see! What I’m looking for is there, in that decision arrived at only after wading through all that morass!! …Ahem. Sorry, got a little heated."

His Milgram. His Experiment. The thing that he is here to test. The first novel goes to extra lengths to expand on this hyper focus he has on this experiment and what Milgram sets out to do.

So, I don't have to question his honesty on Yuno because I know whatever he says is being said in a way as to not mess up the process. Because that is what he is the most interested in. Regardless of if he doesn't always agree with the results.

That's why it personally irks me when someone just goes- Remember, the characters can be swayed by their own subjective beliefs and experiences. So, they can be unreliable narrators. This includes Jackalope without delving into any of his characterization.

Because I don't know, some people may really believe that Jackalope just shows up to tell lies and has no vested interest in Milgram as a facility or the experiment taking place.

But secondly-

Yeah, that's how good characterization works. Like yeah that's just characterization...

Sometimes, I feel like in this day and age if some were to read a first-person novel where the narrator was unreliable for any number of reasons.... Ugh, they might legitimately believe the book was lying to them. Like the book was being dishonest. Instead of that being a very specific aspect connected to the characterization of the character perceiving the events of the story.

So, I'm gonna do it myself because some people are honestly doing Jackalope dirty right now. Which I thought I'd never have to defend the rabbit but-

Jackalope does not care about Mikoto Kayano. Let's dissect.

Firstly Mikoto is the prisoner Jackalope admitted from the very beginning he doesn't give a damn about one way or the other-

In the very first voice drama. He didn't even want to spend more than one second talking about the man when they got to him.

Like oh he's biased. Yeah but was he ever biased against prisoners for personal reasons not pertaining to their crimes?

Jackalope from day one-

No he admitted to not being interested in the prisoners personal information to the point of not even remembering their ages. So, he wouldn't even know enough about Mikoto to hate him personally. Yet he notes that he doesn't know anything about their personal lives he never states he doesn't know anything about their crimes just that this is something for the guard to discern on their own.

I mostly bring this up because it showcases just how little Mikoto is on Jackalope's personal radar. There are other things that show this as well that we'll get into but this is the very first.

Honestly, from this alone it feels like Jackalope does not and has never cared that much for Mikoto. He didn't even care enough to check what the fuck was going on with him and his strange sleeping patterns even though they're fucking noted on his prisoner description on the website.

You know the thing that tipped Kotoko off that he may have dissociative identity disorder to begin with.

Kotoko is more emotionally invested in Mikoto than Jackalope ever has been,

"I already noticed Mikoto Kayano's weird behavior a while ago, and since I'm in the room right next to his, I kept and eye on him."

Why did you save me...? "Because your existence is helpful to me." That's... not an explanation... "I guess you're right. I'll be answering that question when it's my turn." ... ... "I don't mean to pre-empt things here after all." ...gh... Damn it... Mikoto... Suddenly lashing out like that... "Warden-san, look over here." What is it not Koto-...ko? "The hit got blocked in midair...? So, it's true that inmates can't attack you. Then why was Mikoto Kayano able to hit you...?" ...This is bad for my heart. Stop it. Besides, that's what i'd like to know as well... Ngh... It's time... Get out, Kotoko. "The song extraction thing, huh. Are you trying to say that something I'm not allowed to see?" I'm ignoring your question. Get out. "...Hm. Either way this has become interesting, hasn't it?" Kotoko...

"You've realized it too, haven't you? Based on this confirmation, it's likely that Mikoto Kayano has dissociative identity disorder, or in other words, a split personality."

Kotoko even blatantly admits to stalking Mikoto in her first voice drama,

"For example, me being suspicious of Mikoto Kayano's actions, carefully tracking him and his behavior."

Jackalope didn't care enough to look into any of the prisoners personally then and he still doesn't care now.

Hell, he cares more about being Futa's number one, day one, never gonna stop hater-

Then he will ever care about Mikoto. That is how little he cares.

But he cares enough to say he hates Futa without knowing anything about him personally. So, he could. Yeah, again, he doesn't know anything about them personally, but he knows their crimes/what they are in here for and can easily like or dislike them based on a number of biases outside of that information.

He just has never liked Futa and has done nothing to hide that fact.

Seriously, Jackalope said this shit from the beginning but I still had people up my ass like Jackalope would never lie about the severity of Futa's injuries in comparison to Mahiru's. Whaaaa- What do you mean?!

Meanwhile-

Jackalope what time is it? Hating o'clock you say, damn I guess-

"Because he was found “guilty”, he’s tormented, engulfed with anxiety. Shaking in his boots, I’d say. So amusing."

If Futa has one hater, I know it's going to be Jackalope. It will be no one else. If someone out there believe they're Futa's number one hater, they are wrong it is this rabbit. Jackalope is the guy in this niche situation.

Jackalope doesn't even give enough of a fuck to know Mikoto's name. If it wasn't on the incarceration sheet I doubt he would even know it. (this is hyperbole for comedic effect. I think he'd at least remember the dudes name.)

Still seriously I don't get what some people are on. Mikoto is not everyone's main character and that's fine. He doesn't need to be.

Jackalope said,

"This boy is bland and I don't cook without spices."

"A dime a dozen, a million like him. I could skip a stone in the street and hit five."

That's his opinion he stood on that, and he's free to have it. That has been his characterization on this since day one. He did not look any deeper to his own detriment and admission.

He really side eyed this dude like,

"Mm fake ass, phony ass, never told the truth in his life ass."

Then second trial went,

"We have a problem. MILGRAM’s control didn’t seem to work on him. That is to say, he’s got a real case of multiple identity disorder." - "Hey now. Don’t judge me so harshly! I’ve been doing this a long time, but… there’s a first time for everything. We’re in a bit of a mess ourselves over this, you know." X

Really went look, look, look this isn't on me- Mistakes happen don't look at me like that. But suddenly now I'm supposed to believe Mikoto is so much more intriguing to him that he'd lie and risk mucking up his own experiment?

Over Mikoto someone he didn't even bother to mention the feelings or reference the statements of in his end of second trial report on him? Like he failed to mention a damn thing Mikoto said himself while directly referencing what Yuno said basically cosigning her confession.

He really went for this man,

"Do you all not know how to count? Did you not see the bodies-"

And nothing else! I don't know how to explain this any differently. He does not care about this man. He cares more about these victims none of us have fucking seen! Because they've only been alluded to outside of the one other person we see in MeMe other than Mikoto.

That is how little he cares about this dude.

He made his report on Mikoto about the impact Mikoto's actions had on the lives of others instead of anything to do with the prisoner himself. The best we got in regards to Mikoto as a person was once again the recognition of his diagnosis and how that is impacting his memory and nothing else.

Jackalope said he had no interest in Kazui but still spoke on that man's feelings enough to call him emo,

"He’s a self-admitted liar, have you been able to solve the mystery? It all feels very emo and I can’t bring myself to be very interested in him, but the fact that you’re so accommodating to him, is commendable."

There's a recognition of emotions there.

With Mikoto, Jackalope just reiterated what several other people, including Mikoto himself, have said. That Mikoto doesn't remember and then stated that just because he doesn't remember doesn't mean he's any less responsible for what he did, basically.

Which is an absolutely fucking true statement.

Like I can say that I don't remember something that impacted someone else. I forget a lot of things, but that doesn't negate the impact the action had on them. Plus, when I say that I don't remember something, I'm not saying that to negate or lampshade the impact I've had. I'm saying it as a neutral statement because that's what "I don't remember" is when you have a disorder that fucks with your memory. It's literally I don't remember that can you explain more. That's all that is. It's a really neutral statement. No one with a disorder that fucks with their memory is trying to gaslight anyone into believing it didn't happen that way when they say they don't remember something.

Mikoto is literally gaslighting people, though. Because his I don't remember is attached to phrases like,

"Maybe you got the wrong person.", "How do you know I even did that?", "All I did was dream."

In their second voice drama they even go as far as to call into scrutiny the song extraction itself. Something being done by a machine completely devoid of any individual bias as it is solely meant to display how the prisoner perceives their actions.

Downright stating that the footage extracted could have been fraudulent or more extreme due to his Dissociative Identity Disorder,

"That too could be just a fake or attributed to the multiple personalities, right?!"

Mikoto's Second Voice Drama- 9:10

These statements when combined with "I don't remember" lead the viewer to question,

If they are remembering/perceiving things accurately.

If the information they received previously is accurate/can be trusted.

If any of what they know is true/genuine.

If they are being mislead/lied to.

"I don't remember" by itself is a neutral statement, and many mental health diagnoses can impact a person's memory.

What Mikoto is doing here is not neutral, though. He is behaving in a purposely misleading way in the hopes of possibly benefitting from it. Through sewing doubt and confusion. This is gaslighting plain and simple.

And it worked too,

National Domestic Violence Hotline: What is Gaslighting?

"Generally, gaslighting happens very gradually in a relationship; in fact, the abusive partner’s actions may seem harmless at first. Over time, however, these abusive patterns continue, and as a result, a victim can become confused, anxious, isolated, and depressed. Altogether, they can lose all sense of what is actually happening. Then they start relying on the abusive partner more and more to define reality, which creates a very difficult situation to escape."

Also, just because someone has diagnoses that negatively impact their memory that doesn't mean those people cannot be held accountable for what they did that they don't remember or can dismiss discussions about what they did by simply going, "I don't remember."

It is so easy to just say, "I don't remember doing that, but I see that what I did impacted you greatly, and I'm sorry for how it's affected you." Especially when one has fully understood the hurt they've caused another regardless of if they understand how they did so or remember doing it.

No one should have to jump through hoops to convince someone their feelings and experiences matter or happened. Whether that person has a memory issue or not. For someone to just sweep those things to the side with an "I don't remember" is dismissive and unfair to the individuals hurt by their actions.

That is the entire point of what Jackalope is talking about. Just because someone doesn't remember hurting another person or understand how they may have done so does not mean they didn't.

He brought up the victims because no one else did.

Attention should have actually been placed on the victims from the beginning. Since those were the ones impacted by Mikoto's actions the most. The victims were discussed in some capacity with every other prisoner. But- like, I'm not in the tag because of a lot of things. So, it may not be my place to speak on this. There's a thousand reasons why I may not have seen this being discussed.

However, around Mikoto's trial, I don't remember seeing any discussion regarding the people or person he had admitted to killing and no one I know who was into Milgram brought up anything discussing that to me either. In fact at a point around that time I was blatantly told by someone that he killed no one.

Despite him- Yes, admitting to killing random strangers, he had no connection to. All because he was upset in his second voice drama,

Can I ask...why you killed them?

"They annoyed me."

Who did you kill?

"Just whoever was walking around nearby."

Even going as far to state that he himself doesn't remember how many people he killed. Never once saying he only killed one person.

... How many did you kill?

"Can't remember. I was just born back then, you know. It's kinda fuzzy."

So, I don't really know where the idea that he only murdered one guy even came from at this point.

Now, I can understand how someone could conclude he didn't kill anyone at all more because of the whole gaslighting thing but this...

He didn't even claim he only killed the one guy.

In all honesty, I don't think Jackalope is being dishonest here because he's been the only voice of reason when it comes to Mikoto's case.

He is actually being quite rational and considerate about the circumstances overall. Even outside of all the foreshadowing that supports Jackalope's statement. Just taking it from a characterization level it seems to me that Jackalope could not care less about Mikoto if someone paid him to.

There was no emotional investment positive or negative when it came to Mikoto.

To me, it seemed as though Jackalope was only invested in Es' (the guards) opinion on the matter. Because outside of him alluding to how many people Mikoto had killed, he gave us nothing else. Like literally nothing. Other than talking about Mikoto's actual impact.

How many bodies does it take to make a person irredeemable? What's the difference between one life or multiple?

At the end of the day Mikoto's still a murderer. Again not even touching on the foreshadowing of him killing multiple people before Jackalope just came out and said it.

But really, how many deaths can an individual find negligible?

One, two, three- Oh we won't count it as murder until it gets to the double digits, huh?

Jackalope's statement on Mikoto eloquently expands on what he pondered with Yuno.

What constitutes as a life? What constitutes as a crime? What constitutes as murder? Further expanding on the main question brought up with Amane at the very beginning of Milgram- At what age do we suddenly have enough free will where we can be held fully and earnestly accountable for the actions we commit to as individuals?

How many bodies make a murderer?

The answer should always be one. Anything after that is just clocking in overtime.

It doesn't become less negligible the lower the body count. Someone is dead regardless. So what about Mikoto as a character makes people so down horrendous that they need to find a negligible amount of killing?

What about him makes a person think,

"I can excuse one death that person probably wasn't living their life properly anyway."

What about any of the characters does that?

That's the question of Milgram isn't it?

It's to redefine sin to redefine murder. To test what every day people of this era are willing to let slide if pushed far enough. Through Mikoto's second trial Jackalope saw the answer was a lot.

He saw the answer and it was nothing to joke about. It was hard to keep the atmosphere light. It was heavy, it was rotten.

I personally don't believe the heavy atmosphere was because of any disdain Jackalope holds towards Mikoto. If anything Jackalope has always regarded Prisoner 009 Kayano, Mikoto with indifference.

All of the prisoners have been and will always be devices to pose a question for Jackalope. Yes he is biased and he's shown who he is biased too quite clearly. Yet, Mikoto has not been alluded to being one of the characters he feels strongly about.

He's usually been all business while discussing him and that's what he was during the second trial end report as well.

Jackalope's issue wasn't with Mikoto in my opinion but the audience's and Es' judgment.

The line that makes me believe this is,

"But even so, "Innocent"..... I see, I see. Hey, the judgment of the guard is absolute, of course!"

Did nobody catch this? Did it go over some heads? Did it really need highlighting? Jackalope disagrees with the verdict and he combats the decision pointing out the holes in it.

But he has no choice but to accept it because,

"The judgment of the guard is absolute."

He really did what he said he was doing when speaking about Mahiru,

"Sorry. I’m like the guy on the couch watching the sports highlights and complaining, don’t mind me."

Something that once again isn't surprising to me. Because from the beginning in the This is Milgram video Jackalope said,

"I mean, I personally would just say GUILTY to all of them to avoid all this hassle."

The end of the second trial report really was him going,

"Do you see this shit- You see what you've become?"

At the audience.

But- ya know, that's just my interpretation of the second trial end report.

Let's stick to the facts.

Like how Jackalope is only a dishonest narrator when he's saying something the audience doesn't want to hear. Like I said earlier in this post-

No one was talking any shit about what he said about Yuno.

Someone he clearly favors and has done nothing to hide the fact that he does,

"By the way, I love frosty girls like her."

When he cosigned that what Yuno told us was the truth. That wasn't because he has a thing for cold girls like her. Or has shown the female prisoners more favoritism.

No, there's no need to question the authenticity of that narration.

Why would Jackalope ever be someone's accomplice? He's only bias in one direction. That rabbit only has hate in his heart. He's just trash talking Mikoto because he isn't a girl- He's so biased.

He wasn't just sympathetic towards Mu's guilty verdict because from the beginning he said,

"Yep! Finally, a pretty little thing. On the other hand, I'd vote this one "innocent". Those beautiful genes have gotta be passed on!"

"I see, maybe you have the tendency to need to see the remorse, to give the “innocent” verdict. Was her crime really so infinitely worse than the other murders?"

No, he's only biased when it comes to things he says that I don't like. Things that don't confirm what I'm already feeling or want to believe. Jackalope isn't a character in his own right with patterns of behavior and easy to spot biases.

No he's a menace just here to sew chaos and confusion. Because the one thing he wants to do the most is ruin his own experiment.

His Milgram.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

CARING:

stuff from the caring animation short that i noticed.

(So I was rewatching Othertale: Before the Hack (part 1) a few days ago and posting about it, which you can find here, and I was making & taking notes on Othertale Undyne.

I’ll make a post about that soon when I get around to rewatching the Experiment short, so notes from that short and BtH (pt.1) will be in one post.

I may also make separate posts for Othertale Papyrus & Alphys if I can find the motivation. But for now, here’s the notes on the Caring animation short for anyone who is interested.)

1. First off, Core’s piece of advice for Color stood out to me.

“Some care but they lose it by time, and others care but it’ll be dangerous over time. Are you either of them?”

What is that supposed to mean kiddo.

2. Just how long were they standing there before Color noticed? They had to call out bro by name just to snap him out of his dissociative state.

Is that just what he did when Gaster wasn’t around? Just sit there and stare at nothing and escape into his mind.

3. He says while pointing the rainbow beam at them. (Im assuming this is because Core still looks like a Frisk.)

(I also noticed that this is something Color and Ivory have in common. When Ivory was confronted by Gaster after being led into the Void, she summons her weapon and states her intentions clearly—something like “if you come near me/take another step, I will hurt you”—and kept her eye and weapon on her perceived enemy.

Color seems to be doing the same. Before this scene Core tells Color to please but the rainbow beam away because “you will hurt yourself,” to which Color responds that he won’t hurt them.

Seems possibly taken a few ways. One being that Color seems to have developed a very concerning lack of concern for himself while in the Void—not only was it implied that he almost killed himself and shattered trying to escape before (and only survived because of Gaster), but it seems that he’s willing to use one of his most powerful weapons to protect Gaster even if it harms himself, with his fragile body.

The other could be that Gaster kinda made it a habit to point out how fragile Color’s body is, in comparison to his power, and now Color instinctively feels the need to assert that it doesn’t make him helpless or incapable. Or in the case of a possible enemy, any less of a threat—someone to be taken seriously.

Another could just be that he is stating his intentions—that he won’t and doesn’t want to hurt Core—while still being wary.

And of course, it could be a mixture of all three or something else entirely. Keeping in mind his possible state of mind during this encounter, first interaction he’s had outside of Gaster in years and he was just dissociating heavily a moment before.)

4. His angry/wary expression is very pretty.

His face is very cute but sad in the bottom one.

5. Frisk why are you gaslighting this man 🗣️ 🗣️. You are gonna make him think he’s hallucinating bro!!

(Also that’s a wide stance, my guy.)

[nexionswild]

IN WHICH MANEATER!reader admits their feelings for the van der linde boys. [p.2] [p.1]

includes: charles ∿ lenny ∿ sean ∿ bill

content warning: fluff, a little angsty in bill’s part, no pronouns [GN]

a/n: i think half of them are so ooc nd im so sorry omdgshjq i’m still trying to figure out how to write for lenny and sean but i promise i’ll get better with time 🦾

✦ ﹒ charles smith

you caught him off guard, that's for sure..

charles is used to being perceived as intimidating and scary, considering his origins and his size, but that's what you like about him.

he never noticed how you'd stare lovingly whenever he'd explain his cultural way of hunting down animals or practice some other things.

and you never noticed how much he had to turn his head away when he saw you flirting men according to dutch's plan. but charles have dignity, and would admit to have found himself jealous every time you'd coo love words out of those pretty lips of yours.

probably needs time to acknowledge that you're dead serious about this relationship, and really looking forward to it. he's not against it tho, he's just.. surprised.

be ready because those massive hands of his are never leaving your waist the moment he gracefully accepts your confession. like never ever. and he doesn't have any shame either, and maybe he'll refrain from being too much of a sweetie in camp for your sake, given you can be easily embarassed if he surprise you with his loving demeanour, but he won't hold back as soon as the gang members are away.

"my mother taught me all the ways to treat a lover.. i hope it'll meet your expectations."

unfiltered romantic. it makes you blush how much he says the most romantic thing out of pocket and pretend like that never happened.

your name is the only thing that comes out of his mouth every now and then, you know because arthur keeps mentioning how much charles talks about you as if you were the only beautiful thing that's plaguing his mind.

✦ ﹒ lenny summers

lenny is so flustered, i'm sorry, god, he's baby

he probably stammered like a fool after you confessed, why wouldn't he? you're perfect, so perfect and he's just some kid, trying to be a big bad outlaw. perhaps that's what you like about him. he's nervous like a little kitty, and lord knows how much nervous men makes your day.

"i- i.. ahem.. yes, yes, of course!"

you made him so embarassed, i hope you're proud of yourself.

he'll struggle telling you how jealous he felt, it didn't really struck his mind first before you even confessed, i mean, sure he did think you were charming, but he never really bat an eye at your work.

he only got feelings because you were fun to listen to, you didn’t notice how he’d watch you every time you went on your drunken rants. it’s only recently that you found out according to karen.

for most of the part, lenny would rely on you. i mean you can’t blame him, you’re popular. in a way, you are, you’re like dutch. you have a lot of contacts, and charisma, he’s been a bystander. he’s pretty awkward, he doesn’t know what to do, but you find it cute, somehow.

of course, he’ll start to man up eventually when he feels more confident by the time you’ve shown him what you’re most comfortable with in terms of love languages, and he easily adapts himself to it. i mean, he absolutely loves spending time with you, and the amount of patience you put in for him really melts his heart in a way, but he’ll never admit it. ever.

depending on what you’re most comfortable with, lenny would gladly ride all the way to saint-denis for the simple wish of getting you something expensive, or even bring you along with him so you get to choose what you want. something he didn’t expect to see is you using your flirtatious ways of getting an item for free.

“you really know how to fool a man.. please don’t make a fool out of me.”

✦ ﹒ sean macguire

“ha! i knew ya’d fall for me!”

absolutely did not know you’d fall for him.

sean likes to be confident, at least he likes to appear confident. but often mix things up with arrogance, and if you were to call him out on that, he would tone it down a little. he doesn’t mean to be rude to you, he’s genuinely happy, he just doesn’t know how to properly express it.

sean have a loud mouth, and he didn’t hide the fact that he was getting irritated when men were attracted to you, often times he’d be barked at by arthur or john for fucking up your plan for being jealous. he never understood it, he thought he was being a gentleman chasing those creeps away.

he’s a comedian, on accident. you don’t know how to describe it but there’s something really sweet in seeing him ramble to the point where he’s humorous like that. you guess that’s how you fell for him. sean is so honest. and so dumb, too.

what you most love, is when he gets drunk. that’s where he starts to be overwhelmingly affectionate. and the gang teases you about it, but you couldn’t care less. he’s adorable that way! why would you make fun of something as precious as his honesty? especially when he’s slurring on his words, too?

he’s not a charmer with words, and he knows it. that’s why the best he could do to prove his love is by teasing or joking around with you, he’s trying his best.

“these english men keeps bullyin’ ya… just tell me! i’ll shoot ��em right between thei’ eyes, yeah?”

he wants to look strong and fearless for you, he wants to impress you in every way he can. sometimes, you’d see him getting angry about the fact that he lost something, wether i’d be a fist fight or a game, but the moment he sees you, he gets embarrassed.

you’re the only one who can reassure him that what he failed to achieve doesn’t matter much, the effort is more important.

✦ ﹒ bill williamson

doesn’t believe you. at all.

bill was always made fun of, or teased by others to get a rise out of him. and he doesn’t believe you, because he thinks it’s just another way to make him mad. but he can’t help and think how evil this is, using you, someone he truly admire, to pick on him?

when you insist that you’re not joking, bill starts to get angry. not at you, but it’s just the way he is, he’s trying his best but he’s still in doubt.

given your reputation with men, and how many times he have to ignore you on duty, he just think it’s purely for the entertainment of seeing him falling like a fool. williamson is someone who’s not joking around, and that you know.

“if you love me, why would you?” he snaps. then immediately regrets. he doesn’t wanna lash it out on you, and he’d drink himself to death if he’s actually convinced that you love him that way.

he wants to apologize, but no words are leaving his mouth. and there’s an unbearable amount of pressure on his shoulders by this point, but when you take your time and explain to him the reason behind your fondness, he softens up a tad.

you had the patience to deal with him, surely you were serious?

“fine. i believe you. but i’m warning you, if this is some sick joke, i’ll—… i’ll…”

he won’t do anything.

for the past few weeks, you’ve been awfully affectionate towards him to prove your point. and he complains about it, tho he secretly enjoy having your full undivided attention. every time dutch planned to take him for a mission, you’ve been prepping his saddle and equipments, and when he came back, you’ve welcome him back with your arms open.

and while you were acting like some kind of stay-at-home spouse, bill would be silently protective over you. when you have to talk to men and women and fake another of your identity to wrap them around your finger, bill would silently sit at a table nearby and watch carefully, making sure no one lays a finger on you.

and when you thank him for his care through kisses, all you hear are grumbling noises and a little “you’re welcome”.

he’s just an angry worked up man, but you love him for it. (surprisingly!)

[baileypie-writes]

Hello! My name is Korey! I've recently been seeing your blog pop up whenever I search for veneer stuff and when I tell you I am STARVED for content- (I understand that there might be more content out there but I haven't been able to find any ;-;) I personally love your headcanons and the way you write everything and I was really hoping if you could do a Veneer x Male reader? And don't worry!! I read your rules so I have a basic idea for the story!!! You can do headcanons or a one-shot, either one works!!!

So; Masc!Reader is like a tall intimidating guy that dresses rather formally, often in reds whites and blacks. HOWEVER! They are SUCH a softy. Like, they have the voice that could scare anyone but they love stuffed animals and like dressing up in cute animal onesies!!!

When Veneer first met this gentleman, Reader would often keep to himself at first because he didn't want to accidentally scare him, but Veneer is immediately head over heels just because he sounds and looks cool. But as soon as the Reader says that they love bunnies and start opening up more he is just SWOONING-

And when Veneer starts ranting about how he thinks Reader is cool to Velvet, she is just; "That guy?? He's terrifying-"

I'm so sorry if I made the request too long, please let me know if you need more info or if you can't do this request! I will definitely understand!!!!

A/N ~ Aww this idea is so cute! Love all the details you added! I decided to do headcanons, cause it’s better for me to get all my thoughts down. Hope you enjoy!

~Veneer with an Intimidating, but Soft Boyfriend~

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Male

Relationship: Romantic

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: None!

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~ I feel like Veneer is naturally drawn to tough looking guys. So obviously, he likes you the moment you meet. He thought that you were just too cool! He wasn’t scared like most people are, he just wanted to get to know you!

~ When he finds out that you’re actually just a big softy, he falls for you ten times harder. Like, you’re just so cute to him.

~ He’s in love with your voice! He barely texts you, because he prefers calling. He just wants to hear you!

~ You love plushies? Well guess what, you’re now getting a new one every week. Veneer is big on spoiling you, so be prepared to not have any room left on your bed. Plushies everywhere!

~ Veneer buys you guys matching animal onesies. Multiple sets, in fact. Each with a different color and animal theme. His personal favorites are the rainbow unicorn ones.

~ Sometimes he forgets that most people perceive you as scary. He’ll get confused when people are nervous around you, until he remembers how intimidating you look to them. So he tries his best to make people see you as you truly are: kind and caring!

~ He personally loves how you dress formally. He thinks it makes you look so handsome(not that you’re not already). Sometimes he wears the same style so you two match.

~ Veneer sees you as his Prince Charming. His night in shining armor. His soulmate. And he calls you all of these things as nicknames. His sister hates it, thinking it’s super cheesy. But he couldn’t care less.

~ Secretly want you to carry him around bridal style. It adds to the whole Prince Charming thing. If you actually do it, he’ll literally swoon.

~ Veneer loves how much taller you are than him. He loves when you lean down to kiss him, or when he has to stand on his tip-toes to reach your lips.

~ Before she met you, Velvet created an image of you in her head based on what Veneer says about you. Let’s just say that she was surprised when she did meet you. You were definitely not what she was expecting. You? Sweet and soft? How?

~ Velvet is honestly confused on how Veneer isn’t scared of you. She finds you terrifying. She physically jumps when you just ask her a simple question because your voice sounds so scary. Veneer doesn’t get it at all.

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~~baileypie-writes

[katarh-mest]

finished Apothecary Diaries light novel 9

Bah, now I have to wait until January 18th for the 10th one to come out in English, but that was some good binge reading.

Spoilery thoughts under the cut. No holds barred. Stay out if you mind. Mostly just trying to untangle stuff that's been rattling around my head as I've inhaled a novel a day for the last week.

JinMao

Maomao quickly got adopted by the aro-ace community (for good reason) but as the series goes on, I think she's probably more of a graysexual / sex neutral. She's not sex repulsed. She was simply raised to view sex as a transactional thing, not a romantic thing, and never saw how it could apply to her. (She lacks certain assets.) She also saw women around her using men and being used in turn, selling their talents and bodies, and decided she wanted no part of that aspect of being a courtesan, because she could see the damage it could do to both parties of the transaction. Her own mother died of an STD. Men in the pleasure district waste all their money chasing fantasies that are not real.

That said, she was trained as a courtesan and knows exactly what women need to do to please men, to the point where she was the one running the darn sex ed class for the rear palace.

I don't think she'll ever change her views on sex as a transaction, but Lahan planted the idea in her head that she'll probably want to have at least one kid for the experience, and there's only one way to do that. So there's her incentive. It's funny because she objectively knows Jinshi is attractive (and has a decent frog, ahem) but that isn't the same as being attracted to him. He makes her flustered sometimes and there's a massive level of denial that comes from her perceived status difference, but as the story progresses, we've learned that status difference isn't nearly as steep as she thinks it is. And you can come to care for someone, even love them in a non romantic way, without being sexually attracted to them. This seems to be about where she is as of volume nine. She doesn't reciprocate his feelings, and she really doesn't understand why he picked her, but there's an affection and some level of resignation that his infatuation hasn't cooled yet, and may not ever. (She hoped it would.)

Then there's Jinshi. I pinned him as the classic nonbinary bisexual stereotype at first too, but he's more of a pure monogamist demisexual type, if anything. (Or as someone put it, he's "Maomaosexual.") Which is a disaster to have as a position such as "imperial male" whose only real job is to try to father as many children as humanly possibly.

I realize now that pretending to be a eunoch in the rear palace was his way of avoiding getting forced into his own political marriages he wasn't interested in. Taking the "eunoch medicine" (was it some sort of proto-spirolectone? was it just a libido blocker? who knows? pretty sure it stopped erections and maybe suppressed facial hair growth to some extent) wasn't a big deal for him because he, too, wasn't particularly interested in sex. Not with the randos who only wanted him for his pretty face. Probably the Emperor being a lusty bear and the horror stories about his grandfather had him also decide he wanted none of that either.

Until he fell in love with Maomao, and then he wanted to have her no matter what it was going to cost him, no matter how long it took. (And no matter how long it took him to convince her to come around to the idea - which he still hasn't done, although it seems she's finally starting to get resigned to it.)

Too bad for him, Maomao being the La princess means that's going to be a messy political marriage too. (And it's what he was trying to avoid! Who could have known that the cute little apothecary that was working as a laundry girl was the missing daughter of General Lakan?) The whole nation is apparently already aware she's been proposed for the position of the Imperial Brother's consort - and her getting dragged on the trip west with Lakan and Jinshi in this current arc is all but declaring her the front runner and daring the other factions to do something about it. I keep thinking back to the hairpins - she has Jinshi's, Gyokuyou's, and even Lihua's hairpins still. At the right place and time, those three could make a powerful statement about how many allies she has in the court.

Other Character Thoughts

The real nonbinary beauty Ah-Duo, who had a hysterectomy alongside Jinshi's birth. (I had one of those myself a few years ago. Its been swell. 10/10 highly recommend if you don't want kids.) In a modern setting you'd probably be able to keep your ovaries, but she likely lost those as well during the traumatic birth, so she went through menopause at the age of 16. That's, uh, not great from a health standpoint, but hey, she's alive, and thanks to the intentional baby swap, her son's alive. She is the mom friend everyone deserves. I'm so happy that after she "retired" that she got her own estate and became the local zookeeper for People Who The Government Had To Pretend Died For Reasons But Didn't Deserve It.

(On that note: We now know for sure that Ah-Duo knows Jinshi is her son. She proposed the swap! Anshi knows; she agreed to the swap and loves her grandson much more than she did her second real son. Suiren knows. The Emperor knows but can't say anything. Luomen knows but won't say anything. Maomao figured it out but also won't say anything. I suspect the women in the Ma family probably figured it out as well - Taimao, Maamao, and Chuo, all independently, and all tacitly keeping the secret. Gaoshun may suspect but like Maomao, knows not to think too hard about it. Gyokyuou does not know; she thinks of Jinshi as a brother-in-law, not a stepson. Probably a good thing, considering they are close in age. I think she knew that the local eunoch running the rear palace was the missing Imperial Brother, and that's how their relationship has always been. And I don't think Jinshi knows he's Ah-Duo's son. It's going to break him if he ever finds out. Being "the spare" his whole life has been bad enough. He definitely never wanted to be first in line.)

There's the bisexual Big Sister Pairen, who could have quit being a courtesan long ago if she wanted to, but she likes sex work and has a libido the exact opposite of Maomaos. Maybe some day her prince Lihaku will be able to afford to buy her out. (Hopefully Maomao gives him tips on how he needs to ride into town. On a white horse. With a parade and stuff.) Having a true sex positive character in the same series as an aro-ace spectrum character to act as a foil is a great contrast. (The fact that Pairen is also implied to be a succubus sucking out men's energy to stay youthful is also funny as heck.)

Then we've got the one off characters, like the Shrine Maiden. They never call her this by name, but today we'd flat out call her trans. Not that she had a choice... she was castrated at birth. I'm happy her tale didn't completely end in tragedy and she's now got a place on Ah-Duo's Government Secret Farm. Same with Suirei - sure, she directly or indirectly caused the deaths of a lot of people as part of a conspiracy to kill Jinshi, but she was ordered to do it by her stepmother. So she didn't have much of a choice.

Same with Lishu. Her life has been one of misery but maybe she'll finally get a chance at a happy ending in a future volume. Hated by her dad. Married to a pedophile (that her father thought might be her real father - fucking EW) .... who promptly died. Sent to the nunnery. Sent right back as a bride to his son, still as a 9 year old. Even more ew. (The emperor absolutely treated her like a daughter the whole time, thank god.) Multiple assassination attempts. Bullied by her own maids. Treated like shit. Threatened to get swapped to the Imperial Prince as a consort. Falsely accused of infidelity because stress stopped her period. Humiliated. Ended up locked in a tower. Drugged. Almost driven to suicide. Saved, but sent right back to the nunnery since clearly she wasn't fit to be a consort.

That poor girl.

But she's still got a chance at happiness, if Basen gets to claim her as his reward. Crossing my fingers for them.

Going Forward

I can't wait til volume 10. Is Lakan getting dragged over there because the Empress's brother is trying to snag Maomao (the only La family princess) as a consort for one of his family members, even as he tries to force a marriage between Jinshi and his own daughter? (Or worse, make her become a middle ranked consort to the emperor as a snub to Gyokuyou?) Or is it genuinely because there's war brewing and the general is needed to help make plans?

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE TAEHUN SEONG HEADCANONS (HOW TO FIGHT/ VIRAL HIT)

Words cannot describe how much I simp for this man, like please... it's ILLEGAL to be this fine and cue my unholy screeching fangirling and let's get into this...

Look, he might be an absolute jerk at times but hey, he's YOUR jerk. Which means he will care for you and make sure you're doing okay whether you like it or not. After the death of his friend Do-Un, he wanted nothing to do with feelings and emotions, he perceived them as a waste of time. That was what got his friend killed in the first place anyway, he simply couldn't afford to get attached to someone else after what happened. He remained reserved and introverted, with of course, his usual brash nature and crude insults

Despite his rough and tough exterior, he's not that cruel and heartless to just stand by and watch you get bullied and that's how the two of you met. You were a quiet shy little thing who mostly kept to yourself. Sometimes he liked watching you, even if it was something he'd never admit and a secret he would take to the grave. He finds it annoying how you always stick your nose in some or the other book all the time. He calls you a nerd, although endearingly as surprising as that is. You aren't exempt from his teasing and mockery either but when he sees you get bullied by some of the new transfer students in the class because of the "shitty pathetic excuse of a transfer programme" as termed and worded by Taehun, his gaze hardened and his fists clenched in his hands till they turned white

He hated and despised the way those idiots talked about you, how dare they? He just stormed over and did his usual 1440 kick and sent them spiraling to another dimension altogether. Of course, he wasn't done yet, he kept slapping them repeatedly and spoke "You ever talk shit about them like that again, I'll cut your tongue off and shove it down your bloody throat...", completed with a psychotic maniacal smile which undoubtedly sent shivers and chills down your bullies spines. Everyone knew he'd stick to his word and stay true to what he said and the very next second, they immediately fell at your feet begging you for forgiveness

You're basically untouchable now since you have him protecting you. Anytime someone he doesn't like approaches you, be it a male or female, he just gives them a death stare till they leave since they decided that their life was more important. Will keep calling you a dumbass and idiot at times but, endearingly. He likes it when you get flustered and embarrassed, you look adorable and cute with those bashful expressions of yours. Which will end up in him teasing you even more to get a rise from you

He loves pinning you to the wall and takes great pride in how helpless and powerless you are against him. He smirks when he feels you trying to push him away as he snickers in amusement "You tryna push me away? Feels like a baby kicking me". He will get you to do Taekwando with him because it's a way he can spend more time with you, as much as he's too stubborn to admit it. He starts becoming jealous and possessive of you as time passes and he'll become overbearing. He'll be like a shadow, constantly following you around and when you confront him about it, he'll make it sound so obvious about why he's following you and say that you're too clumsy and naive and can't take care of yourself

He wants you to rely on him. He wants you to cling on to him when you feel scared about something as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him as he tells you he's here for you. He has a heart too you know. As for his fangirls, he doesn't give a damn about them and you know that. He has eyes only for you. You won't be able to escape from him either since he's pretty influential and has a great sense of tracking people down. He will end up kidnapping you at some point when he sees you getting too close to someone else other than him, especially with that Hobin

It's not like you can go to his dad Hansu for help either, he knew about his son's possessive and obsessive tendencies towards you and he's equally possessive of you too. He's just glad his son found someone to be with him. Taehun wouldn't physically abuse you, he never harms someone that he loves but be ready for a lot of arguments though. He hates seeing you cry, he'll just sigh and call you a little crybaby as he pulls you close to him and apologizes softly for making you cry as he gently cradles you. He shows and reveals his soft side only for you

May the gods above have mercy on anyone who dares to mess with even a strand of hair on your head for he will make sure they spend the next few months of their lives strapped to an IV in a hospital. You aren't allowed to go anywhere without him anymore, you're too oblivious and naive, he's worried something might happen. He will get bashful and flustered for a few moments when you compliment his achievements in Taekwando till he tells you to shut it

If he catches you trying to escape, he will be mad but he won't take it out on you. This is where his manipulation tactics come in play, he'll keep messing with those dweebs you call friends till you admit you were in the wrong. He loves it when he kisses you on the lips, your lips are soft as he laces your fingers through his. He also likes it when you run your hands through his hair or just hold his hand, he adores how your hand is compared to his calloused one

All in all, he may be prickly but deep down he loves you. And yes, he has killed for you and will kill for you and perhaps even stalked the living daylights out of you without your knowledge...

[yandere-wishes]

BOY DO I HAVE IDEAS FOR YANDERE!FIVES

I wrote hcs for him years ago but i'll paraphrase some points from there:

Fives is a (mostly) harmless yandere who just really wants to please you! When he falls, he falls fast and deep. Once he decides he likes you and you're going to be his cyare (what I like to call a clone's darling), he's latched onto you and he will never leave. No matter how much you try to leave him, he will find you. Where there's a will, there's a way. Romantic.

"Where are you going? I'll come with you!"

Echo's a little jealous now that all of Fives' attention is focused on you but he's happy Fives has found his cyare.

As soft as he is for you, it doesn't mean he won't get violent. But not to you, never you! Compared to his brothers, Fives is calmer and prefers nonviolent means to get rid of anyone he perceives as competition but as soon as anyone makes you upset is having an unfortunate encounter staring down the end of his blaster barrel (away from you ofc).

Oh, and don't think you can come to the Jedi or other clones for help. Most of the Jedi are enabling and the clones work together and help each other out with their cyares. You're stuck with him <3

Fives is literally the LOVE OF MY LIFE!! I have been obsessed with him since episode 5 and am so happy to learn that he and Echo will be getting more screen time!!

You're 100% right, when Fives falls HE FALLS HARD. Poor baby can't get you out of his mind, constantly thinking about how soft your skin feels when you accidentally brushed past him in the halls. How sweet your laughter is when you giggle at a joke. How delicious your lips would taste when you grace him with kisses. How melodious your voice would sound uttering his name. You're just so dreamy and he's desperate to have you. I think the first thing he'd do when he realizes he can't get you out of his head is go to either Rex or Cody (Or maybe Anakin) to ask for advice. Obviously his older brothers (and general) wouldn't mind giving him some guidance. Tips on how to win her over. Ballpark estimates of what girls like (following the ever-basic "buy her flowers, girls love that stuff"). The most effective way of killing off anyone who gets too close to her without her tracing it back to you. Where the Chloroform is kept (You can't just hit your cyare in the back of the head with a blaster, it's just not right vod) They're all so helpful. Fives definitely takes their advice, although admittedly he'd be happier if you fell in love with him on your own accord. He'd feel kinda bad about kidnapping you.

Now Fives is definitely the clingy type. Trailing after you like a lost puppy, he's actually kinda excited when you leave the Jedi temple cause that means the two of you can go outside together. He's got no sense of personal space, constantly holding your hand or having an arm around your waste.

"Hold on mesh'la! Why are you walking so fast? It almost looks like you're trying to get away from me."

Tup and Echo are a little annoyed with how much of their vod's time you occupy. And how he's always talking about you. Still, they're happy for him and they'll do anything to make sure you stay with Fives. Despite their jealousy, they do try to be good wingmen. Even if that means stalking you through the streets of Coruscant. And forcefully dragging you back into Fives loving arms.

I agree!! He's totally super protective of his cyare!! Making sure that anyone who hurts you (physically or emotionally) is dealt with rapidly. He also likes to eliminate competition before it fully arises. Oh, someone looked at you from across the dance floor. Their corpse will be found the next morning in the trashcan. Did some guy ask for your number? Well, they had to take a quick "trip" to the "outer rim", so you won't be hearing from them for a while. After some time I feel like his darling would just give up and accept that they can't leave him. He's a great lover and he's so cute, I can't help but imagine that reader slowly starts to fall (very hard) for Fives too!!

The Jedi totally encourage this behavior. The poor clone troopers need love too! Anakin is super proud of Fives for picking such a sweet girl and if you ever go to him for help trying to escape your new lover. Then Anakin would harshly chaste you and drag you back to Fives personally. Ashoka would just start listing off reasons why Fives is the best lover for you. And Obi-Wan would hear nothing of it, Fives has gone to so much trouble for you at least try to show some gratitude!

I like to think that clones don't go after each other's lovers and are super respectful to one another. Push comes to shove, some clones just end up sharing a lover. What I wouldn't give to be shared between my favorite clones~💜

[ninelivesastrology]

Listening to Kendrick's diss and thinking of my ex abuser. Usually I organize my thoughts a lot better than this and I even drafted a post about my reasons for being kink critical and how you can't even tag something as "tw: really bad sexual things" in the Tumblr tags because weirdos literally comb through those tags looking for victims. So please forgive me.

TW: misogynoir, racism, rape, CSA, pedophilia, slavery, colorism

"He hates Black women, hypersexualizes 'em with kinks of a nympho fetish" and I'm so fucking glad he said this. From Serena to Rihanna, man. I wondered for a whole year why Black women were constantly preyed on by men (regardless of race) who also prey on children because I have seen it happen to four other Black women, including myself. The answer is not as simple as "men."

1. Black women look younger than what they are and can be used as proxies

2. Simultaneous racial and gender power dynamic

3. Hypersexualization of Black women that perceives us as sexual taboo, lumping them in with children

4. Black women and their children are dehumanized and not perceived and believed as victims, making it easy for predators to prey on both of them

5. A Black mother's fear of reporting CSA and lack of justice if reported (see 4)

There's even a colorism element to this and I noted it with Cassie. Darkskinned Black women and lightskinned Black women are sexually fetishized and victimized for different reasons, but the experience of it overlaps in the middle like a venn diagram. There's this myth that we can't be raped either because no one would be attracted to us or because we "tempted" our assailant. It definitely goes back to slavery.

It's not to invalidate one group over the other, but I think if DSBW and LSBW compared notes, they would have way too much in common when it comes to the men that preyed on them.

My non-Black abuser was obsessed with Black culture in a really disgusting, perverse yet covert way. Back then, I had no idea that non-Black people seek out Black romantic partners to victimize with racially motivated domestic abuse (repeated hate crimes), but abusers seek out victims in general and it never starts off in the beginning.

My abuser literally tried to coerce me into having a child and leaving my child with him and saying his mom would take care of the child—Bullshit. Like having that blind trust demanded of me makes my skin crawl with what I know today.

I remember asking him, "Why?" And the answer was such a red flag. "We would have cute babies."

When it comes to mixed Black children, they are fetishized. Often, they're the entire result of racial fetishization. You just can't have children based on what they could look like. You have children because you want to be a parent, a father, because you see a life with your child's mother. Not because of some weird Get Out shit where you need my genetics. The fuck?

There's a lot of ways that misogynoir really shows up in sex, the sexual violence is so extreme. It deserves its own post, but I'll just start by saying that the fetishization of Black women really revolves around the belief that our bodies are free for all's whereas white bodies must be treated with care—Tender is the Flesh really opened my eyes to that just off one paragraph. That's another essay for another day, goddamn.

[hailcelestia]

Hi I'm not sure if you'll get this request but if it's okay can I please ask for a yandere killua with a quiet darling that wears Jirai Kai fashion because of their abandonment issue's /mental health issues and because it's cute

It kind of makes me think of it as a coping mechanism

🖤 Thank you for the request! I apologize for the inactivity.

Finally got a break from school. I love Jirai Kei, so this was pretty fun.

🖤

I made his side of the post blue to contrast with you because I thought it was cute

While he is perceptive, I don’t think he would notice something so constant about you being an expression of your mental health.

Unless he saw the you incorporating the more injury-like aspects such as bandages (if excessive), or fake blood, he wouldn’t question it in the slightest. He knows better than to mistake it for real blood, but the bandages might catch his attention, mostly if they were new or looked dirtied.

He doesn’t suspect much of your self-expression until he sees something that could indicate or directly display your specific issues. Questionable drawings, a journal, or maybe a stuffed animal mimicking injuries you’ve had before.

Of he doesn’t go out of his way to search your room, but if he does end up finding something, that’s what would make him start second-guessing your overall behavior. You’ve always been like this, sure, but he started to question if your silence was caused by a lack of self-expression that you found elsewhere. That leads him to thoughts telling him he must’ve done something wrong for you to not mention your issues. This is the first time he will ever take your quiet demeanor personally.

If you’re a more open or direct person, you would easily give him the honest answer. However, that might make him even more suspicious, as he wouldn’t go out of his way to confront you about something that wasn’t really your fault.

He’d start blaming himself for any lack of communication on your part, he’d start to overanalyze what he previously perceived as just your regular behavior in his state of self-doubt.

Eventually he’d also start suspecting other people around you, even if they weren’t the cause of your issues. What if they were making it worse? Though even during spiral of paranoia, he’d prioritize being kind to you, whether or not he’s there for you is most important.

He will not make his issues yours, you might never know he was worried about you. That is, if his behavior didn’t already change by this point. You’d notice normal household items that could be used as sharp objects either stored neatly where you couldn’t see them or missing altogether. He’d hold onto you more frequently, and for once he’d actually be concerned if you saw something that could influence you.

He wouldn’t stop your self-expression of any kind, despite his tendencies, he does believe in your freedom. This is yours and he won’t ruin it. He’d just be even more involved in your life.

He loves you very much, please don’t forget that. ⚡️