#like 'yeah unrealistic body standards for women'

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

i don't know about you guys but every once in a while i think about middle age white dads trying to show that their feminists by saying they listened to the one song about Victoria's Secret

[sunderwight]

Headcanon that Shen Yuan was hotter than Shen Qingqiu, actually.

Like yeah SQQ being a cultivator gave him a boost to enough attributes + being in a stallion novel where everyone is either unrealistic hot or dog's butt ugly got the Shen Qingqiu body extra points, and he wasn't bad looking to begin with. Plus not being ill is vastly more important to the new Shen Qingqiu than those extra hotness points (Without a Cure notwithstanding). But part of the reason why he's kind of like, meh, at least I'm not hideous or anything, is because Shen Yuan's original body was a knock out.

I also like him as chronically ill, and, as many people know, beauty standards and sustained suffering are not as incompatible as they should be. Shen Yuan was conventionally attractive in part because conventional beauty standards seem to want everyone slowly dying all the time. But even setting that aside, the man had flawless bone structure, an appealing figure, captivating eyes, and the kind of voice that stopped people in their tracks.

All of which was a contributing factor to his antisocial lifestyle, actually. Despite the fact that Shen Yuan does enjoy company and requires a certain baseline of social enrichment for his enclosure, his internalized homophobia and closeting did not play well with overtures from interested parties (regardless of gender). The only way to minimize the odds of him being asked out on dates was to essentially become a shut-in, especially since even Shen Yuan can only make so many excuses before he himself starts to notice that he's going to a lot of effort to avoid specifically that avenue of socialization. Far better to just remove himself from any risk of it, and then vocally lament that oh no he's just too much of a nerd to get anywhere with women!

Anyway this largely doesn't matter much outside of sheer comedy potential for any situation where SY gets his old body/life back. Like imagine a reveal scenario where the System is going to transport them back to their old lives.

Shang Qinghua: well bro I guess this is gonna be the ultimate test of love, right?

Shen Yuan: what do you mean?

Shang Qinghua: our husbands are gonna see what we looked like back before we were glorious cultivators! they're going to have to track us down in our mundane, kinda shitty pre-transmigration lives! it's gonna be at least a little embarrassing, right?

Shen Yuan: *gets his old body back*

Shang Qinghua, normal human with average looks: ...

Shen Yuan, exemplary 11/10: ?

Shang Qinghua: what. the fuck?? bro what the fuck why are you hot???

Shen Yuan: don't make it weird

Shang Qinghua: make it weird??? why were you sitting at home reading my shitty novel when you could have been out there building your own harem???

Shen Yuan: stop exaggerating

Shang Qinghua: oh my god you've always been like this. this is it, isn't it? it wasn't even brain damage from the transmigration or something--

Shen Yuan: hey

Shang Qinghua: --you've just always been completely unaware, haven't you? every time I wrote a beautiful woman who didn't know her own appeal you'd be jumping down my throat--

Shen Yuan: because that's a stupid trope--!

Shang Qinghua: --JUMPING DOWN MY THROAT EXACTLY LIKE THAT but this whole time THIS WHOLE TIME it wasn't even a glow-up issue, you've just been that, personified, yourself--

Shen Yuan: look I know I'm not ugly but I'm not I'm hardly that good-looking

Shang Qinghua: YOU ARE NEVER ALLOWED TO CRITICIZE THAT TROPE AGAIN! oh my god. how many broken hearts did you leave behind when you died?!

Shen Yuan: none, I wasn't even seeing anyone--

Shang Qinghua: yeah full offense but I am nottt taking your word for that. I bet you had a harem you didn't know about in this lifetime too. I bet you had a fan club, like an anime prince

Shen Yuan: *mumbling*

Shang Qinghua: what was that?

Shen Yuan: I said... only in high school...

Shang Qinghua: oh my god

Shen Yuan: it wasn't a big deal!

Shang Qinghua: *frantically trying to see if he can find any trace of it on the internet now*

[musashi]

When will people understand that forcing others to do xyz with their body isn't more morally just if the thing goes against typical beauty standards like guys come on. And like the deodorant thing to like if you're not even trying to not stink people will not want to be around you and that isn't a moral failing on their part like??? Body odor is something most people don't like the smell of and just bc you don't mind it doesn't mean everyone has to. I don't mind when my friends get touchy with me but it's largely agreed upon that not everyone should have to be okay with it. Not liking when people stink is NOT the same as someone being fatphobic or something similar and I think these people are missing that.

the thing is like they ARENT forcing anyone to do anything and if you said this to them theyd be like "its just a post on a microblogging website lol calm down and go outside where thousands of people will find u desirable for shaving!!!" and its like........ ok yeah youre not forcing anyone to do anything and yes correct not everyone in the world is as rancid as you are about other people's bodies but like.......... there are still people on this website? they can see what you are saying? and what you are saying is quite cruel and serves no real purpose? like

society forces unrealistic beauty standards on women: correct. speak on that. dissect that. get mad about that

often these beauty standards directly contradict what a ton of us even find attractive in women: weird point, but hell yeah

the best way to raise up woman who divert from these beauty standards is to shame and tear down the woman who adhere to them, reminding them how undesirable they are in the same way society does to woman on the opposite side: EXCUSE ME???

like why not just be like "god i love fat dykes" "hairy women call me please" "GIRLSTINK NOW!!!!!!" and lift up these women that society maligns for their choices... why do you have to make hate and shame a part of it too... what function does shame serve here? what are you hoping to achieve? what good does that add into the world???

[atissi]

normally i’m on the side of “what are we doing to our beautiful queens” but also from a meta perspective, looking normal if you squint while taking “unrealistic beauty standards” to a whole new level is a really good metaphor for how modern society pushes beauty standards, and i think it really fits for Aphrodite.

…altho this is all on the assumption that it was intentional ofc. if not, then. whew boy

(referring to this post)

Yeah, while I do like that reading, I kind of doubt that it was intentional LOL. The women in Hades generally have the worst anatomy issues, regardless of whether they're the goddess of beauty (see Hecate's and Nemesis's nearly-missing obliques, Hera's misaligned neck) as well as some "pretty-fying" of features in Hades II (softening Demeter's jawline and wrinkles, making Artemis's nose smaller and her eyelashes longer, also just. I wish Hera had wrinkles. She looks at least a decade younger than all of her siblings). I like that Hestia and Scylla's designs have tons of personality without feeling like they need to be "sexy", which is great! But via juxtaposition, all the issues with other women's designs feel like intentional omissions (I also have this issue with the men's designs, to a lesser degree). Which is to say, they *can* make more characters with larger bodies and weirder face shapes and unflattering expressions, but those characters wouldn't be as attractive to the player base. So they won't. The fact that people online are getting angry over things as small as making Hermes more visibly Asian or giving Hestia vitiligo is just sad. But I also think we should be aiming for higher standards than "Don't make the reactionary Twitter users too angry"

Related:

@eldenrung That makes sense! I really like the upward position of the arm, so I think it was a good change, even if the details got messy in the process. But at the same time, it's weird that Aphrodite has had the most egregious anatomy issues in both games, while I can't really point to anything in the men's designs that looks "off" in the same way

[xxrainbowvibezxx]

(NRS isn't brave enough to give the women realistic figures. Look how long it took them to give Mileena a body that wasn't entirely fanservice. Tanya finally gets an athletic figure after 20 years and the fanbase hasn't forgiven her for it.)

I think I read somewhere that Edenians are directly descended from the Gods. So their physiology is different as a result, which could explain why Sindel's body post-twins is the way it is. Plus she's a trained gymnast and martial artist. I highly doubt that she'd allow herself to get out of shape, especially in the name of her sport.

I could see her body being a bit softer and curvier post-pregnancy, but not fully chubby per say. There's also the fact that she's Empress, which puts her directly in the spotlight for analysis by anyone, so she might be very careful to not present in a way that leaves her open to critique. Lord knows what Outworld and Edenian beauty standards are like.

(I have a HC that Sindel has a tendency to be mildly controlling, especially when it comes to herself. That woman 100% had some kind of disordered eating patterns when she was younger too, courtesy of her own mother. But she did try her best to break the cycle with her girls. )

Yeah, NRS only appeals to fan service. I'm glad they finally gave some of the women realistic bodies in Mk1. Like, Mileena looks more broad, Janet has visible muscle definition, and Tanya has an athletic figure. I wouldn't mind if they gave some of the girls' muscle definition or give some girls a more softer figure. I think it would make sense for some of the women to have muscles considering they're warriors and train. Especially the umgadi. For them being the castle guards, they're tiny. Tanya, khameleon, and Li Mei should have visible muscle given their job.

I think NRS's issue with doing that is the backlash. I remember when Janet Cage was announced, and mk Twitter went crazy saying she was Trans. If you headcanon her as Trans that's fine, but they were just being transphobic and saying shit because of her body. As if buff women don't exist. And I remember they were calling Tanya a man because of her features.

(On to Sindel)

I just feel like Sindel is one of the women who should have a softer, curvier figure. She is a thicker woman, and thick doesn't always mean skinny. That's just my headcanon for Sindel.

Your headcanon, I can see that. She was most likely raised with unrealistic body views and thought that she had to look a certain way to be considered appealing.

[taichissu]

"some people really are skinny though even though they eat like shit"

not my point

didn't ask

shut the fuck up

there's no character archtype i hate more than the skinny girl always shown eating fast food

[randomtvpollsjp]

Anybody who walks out of the theater and says, “Barbie  is anti-men” lacks media analysis skills. So let’s do a what I thought no one would have to do for this film—an unnecessarily deep dive. But it seemingly needs to get done for this crowd.

Shall we?

(And spoilers)

In Barbieland, men are seen as nothing but accessories to all of the exceptional women. Even the least exceptional woman—Stereotypical Barbie—is more exceptional than the average Ken.

(The exceptional Kens like Sugar Daddy Ken and Earring Magic Ken as well as Allan are othered within the hierarchy of Barbieland, a clear allegory for non-conforming/queer men. Even Weird Barbie is othered by the Barbies for her non-conformity but at least has a house)

Contrast Barbieland with the (still surreal) Real World, where the gender roles are often reversed.

In the lead up to the 2016 US Presidential election, for example, there were still people saying that they couldn’t vote for a woman.

That was it. Not her policies. A woman.

The film goes out of its way to prove that Ken—despite being cis/White/straight and male—cannot get EVERYTHING he wants without qualifications and experience. But he DOES get a basic level of respect that he never got in Barbieland from Barbies and the power structure they benefit from.

At one point, the film has a line where a man says, “I’m a man without power. Am I a woman?”

In the film’s Real World (and ours), women often struggle to get power. And so do men! But women face social barriers that men simply do not.

Meanwhile, despite being “everything”, in the Real World, Barbie’s a sexual object to men and almost immediately assaulted; and vilified by girls/women for setting unrealistic body standards. And is torn to shreds by Sasha, the girl she thought she had to help.

Ken takes patriarchy back to Barbieland and the Barbies—unable to conceive of a world like the film’s version of the Real World—basically short-circuit. The Kens, meanwhile, having always been second-class citizens, relish in the new idea and hierarchy.

But, as the film establishes, Kens don’t have an education or qualifications. They can’t even build a wall right because they weren’t conceptualized to be useful/given the tools to be.

Ken’s job was literally Beach.

They’d have actually destroyed Barbieland.

Similarly, nobody is saying you should just appoint women in our world into positions of power, just to appoint them. But we ARE saying that there are qualified women who deserve to be in places that they aren’t because they’re not men.

And that’s wrong.

By the end of the film, Barbie realizes that she actually owes Ken an apology. Yes, Ken tried to overthrow the Barbies. But Ken was reacting to Barbie’s rejection in a toxic—yeah, I said it—way.

And reacting to their society too, even if he doesn’t really know it.

The Kens had a point. The Barbies HAD mistreated them. Barbie didn’t even know where Kens lived in Barbieland, after all.

And to not acknowledge their point is to also not acknowledge the real world point that women are often mistreated in our world just for being women.

I’ve seen some people brandishing stats about how women USED to be marginalized. But now they aren’t. And can do anything. And earn just as much as men.

And yet, Forbes reports that only 10% of Fortune 500 companies have female CEO’s.

Anyway, so the film ends with Barbie telling Ken that he needs to define himself independently of being with Barbie. Which is analogous to how women in the workforce and getting educated/qualified in our world, allows them to be financially independent of men.

In Barbieland, Barbies have always been autonomous and allowed to be independent of men. And have flourished. And President Barbie promises to allow Kens to take part in the running of their shared society. Because everybody deserves to be seen and heard.

There are valid criticisms to be made about this film ranging from how its feminism lacks intersectionality; to how Mattel’s own workers in developing nations are often underpaid and overworked; to consumerism being the main tool of empowerment that Barbie (the toy) endorses.

But it’s one film and I understand that it can’t address EVERYTHING. It chose to stick with gender broadly.

And I think it successfully lands that point.

[catastrxblues]

“dear angel lacy, eyes white as daisies, did i tell you that i’m not doing well” and having this song be about unrealistic beauty standards for girls and women all over the world. and how so many of us have gone to such lengths trying to “fix” our body and starve ourselves. or looked into the mirror and hating on our eyes and our lips and nose and cheeks and want to change them off. or (speaking from a personal experience of a south east asian girlie haha) hating on your darker skin color because the beauty standard in your country and everyone else in town like it “lighter.” and everything and everything else. oh i think i might cry actually. yeah lacy i’m not doing well. 

[icharchivist]

To be fair, having exposed abs isn't a sign of strength or even necessarily fitness btw

A lot of professional weightlifters actually have a considerable gut, to have a layer of fat protecting the muscles, as it should be

Of course I'm just as thrilled as the next person to see a nice sixpack, and of course a lot of work goes into getting muscles to this definition, but a lot of those impression money shots in especially superhero movies, where a guy takes off his shirt and has the most amazing abs, that actor has been severely dehydrated for days. One time Hugh Jackman, in his role as Wolverine, almost got hospitalized right after they got the abs on camera because of that. It's a genuine health risk and there's technically nothing wrong with having some fat on top of your muscles. We as a society just kind of conditioned ourselves to think that's attractive and made that the beauty standard.

That being said. If we're talking about fantasy worlds like Gbf, it's not that deep, cause they're not real people, y'know. It serves the fantasy. And if the female characters can have boobs the size of buoys and have no body far besides that, then imo it's okay for the guys to have rippling abs. Of course it would still be preferable to have body diversity, but if we're to have unrealistic expectations, then I prefer the sexualization to be going both ways, you know?

There's too many Anime where all the girls have big boobs and the guys are super twinkish, so I am definitely grateful for characters like Wilnas and Belial, who are male-presenting, buff and show off their muscles. It just feels more fair.

Again, Gbf is at least doing better than others when it comes to body diversity

Anyway, sorry for ranting at you like this

oh yeah i know all of that, and i agree with all of it

it's kinda why our angles were more about the unwillingness to include fat characters (no excuse), and when i brought up muscular women, i was specific with bringing up Katalina not having muscular arms while there is a running joke she can destroy her armor by flexing. Or how, while Fiorito has realistic looking abs for someone who specifically trains her own abs like she does, while also knocking people out with her fists, have twig shapped arms.

And yeah considering how muscular and defined some men can be in the game regardless of if it makes sense, it's a shame it's never the same for the women -- who instead have this "unrealistic beauty standard" passed fully on their boobs instead.

It's an indication of the usual beauty standards of the industry. Men are pretty when they're muscular, women are pretty when they have boobs. Doesn't matter if it's realistic.

Granblue definitely fall under this problem, but, yes, it also actually does some efforts here and there on different levels as well, as previously discussed. It's a shame it doesn't actually include more variety, but there is more of a diversity in it than in many more games. But that says more about how low the bar is than about Granblue being great. Kinda winning by default yaknow?

The willingness to sexualize their male characters has always been something Granblue stood out for. Already at the time they introduced Summer SSR for men (Percival), it was "groundbreaking" at the time because RPG gacha aimed at a general audience never sexualized their men like that to not alienate their male audience. Granblue was already making wave at the time. Nowadays the way Belial or Wilnas get sexualized set them completely apart from most games of the same genre.

Like i personally compare Granblue more to its peers and i think it does an incredible job that shouldn't be neglected. it's just jarring that still at this point, this "incredible job" still neglects so many possible bodytypes due to the fear of it being undesirable. And what a sucky message that sends.

For what it's worth it's not something i'm interested in condemning or praising Granblue about. It kinda just came up because of the conversations of the day. But well. shrugs.

[wettestwraith]

So I want to make another analysis post on Barbie bc I saw a post yet again but I didn't want to reblog it my own opinions on it bc that might seem rude and some things in the original post are valid so here we go.

So I am not gonna invalidate trans women's opinions on the gynecologist scene, I am just going to provide my own interpretation of it as a genderqueer demigirl so take it if you will. When I was watching it in cinemas, I was like "oh Barbie got bottom surgery, good for her!" bc I felt this was a natural progression of her arc, Barbie wants to be human, Barbie wants to experience everything good and bad there is to humanity. I feel like saying "oh this movie had Barbie get a vagina bc that would make her a 'real woman'" is kind of diminishing the story here which is that Barbie has become okay with irrepressible thoughts of death, Barbie has become okay with cellulite, Barbie has become okay with aging, she now wants cellulite, to age and to eventually have her ending one day. She kind of reminds me of some trans women I know who want to menstruate if that makes any sense (this isn't out of like some obligation or whatever they just want to do it... pls don't), so when the movie was like "Barbie has a vagina now", I just went "good for her". Like Barbie became a real woman LONG before she had her bottom surgery, when she kept thinking abt death, when she cried, when she began to feel insecure about herself, when she had an existential crisis, when she saw how much love life has to offer. Before Ruth Handler even appeared, Barbie became human, she doesn't act like the other Barbies anymore. But when Ruth appared, she finally became sure, she didn't want to be an idea anymore, it is also bc her human has realised that there's nothing wrong with cellulite, nothing wrong with death and aging. Her bottom surgery did not cement her finally becoming human.

There are also some who did not like the whole meta joke of "Margot Robbie is not the kind of person to cast for this" like I don't like meta jokes either but I thought the whole point of that scene was that no matter what women do, they will never be good enough. Barbie is already so brilliant and beautiful yet she can't see that bc there are other Barbies that have won Nobel prizes, there are other Barbies that are doctors, Barbies that are presidents and if she can't be any of those then what was she made for? And the film says "isn't it good enough to just love yourself? To live? To be human?" Also, it's kind of just to show that women can never be attractive enough (I am thinking abt kpop stars getting plastic surgery and I am just like??? What??? You're already literally impossibly attractive???)

There are also criticisms of the whole "I am a man with no power, does that make me a woman?" being how cis people perceive trans people and yeah that is how they perceive us but this did not feel like a specific jab at trans people to me bc these were the same people who also went "I am not sexist! I am the son of a mother and I have a sister as well" (they also make some jokes like 'I am the mother of a son' but I think that was just Mattel trying to convince Greta to make them silly little guys <they aren't) so there's that. This could be clumsy writing as while yes these guys were funny a lot of their scenes were just kind of flimsy yknow?

There's also criticism abt the teen calling Barbie a fascist being how conservatives see left leaning people and first off I know MANY people who are like this and act EXACTLY like that, some of you reading this post probably act exactly like her. She has valid criticisms of Barbie perpetuating unrealistic body standards but she also doesn't acknowledge that Barbie is unrealistically thin is so that she looks okay and not off-putting with clothes on (since Barbie clothes aren't exactly form-fitting yknow?) but she also uses a lot of terms incorrectly. She calls Barbie, the idea, the concept itself, fascist. The company that owns Barbie, Mattel, is fascistic but Barbie isn't. It kind of reminded me how a lot of children that grew up in the global north will cling on to leftist politics but then won't educate themselves on imperialism, the detrimental effects of communism, colonialism and post-colonialism and many more and will also speak over poc and disabled people a lot (I am side-eyeing you so many of you rn)

At the end of the day, Barbie is not a perfect film by a milestone, it is still a movie approved by Mattel. But to call it a "harsh conservative corporate cash-grab" is to ignore the nuances in it, which I am seeing a lot of with you lot nowadays jfc

[shamebats]

It was so funny seeing all the diverse barbies in the movie knowing full well that shop shelves irl are packed full of only white abled impossibly skinny barbie dolls with the occasional "diverse" doll in between.

Yeah no, Mattel is still promoting unrealistic body standards. The dolls are still made in factories where women are paid next to nothing and sleep in dirty cramped little rooms with like 1 bathroom per 20 people and are subjected to harassment and abuse. They're still made out of plastic, little barbie outfits and accessories are polluting the earth.

They could discontinue the old barbie and start selling dolls with human proportions. They could pay the people making the dolls a living wage. They could start using more environmentally friendly and sustainable materials. But they don't. Instead they threw money at an admittedly very fun propaganda movie that serves to improve their brand image without them actually having to change any of their shitty business practices.

The cynical part of my brain left Barbie thinking, wow, what an incredible brand move. Not only has Mattel placed their product back into the front of the public’s mind, reminding their now-aging fans of what a great toy Barbie could be for their own young daughters, but they’ve also gotten out ahead of all of the criticism they’ve faced. Barbie has long been (correctly!) attacked by feminists for enforcing stereotypes of femininity, physically impossible body standards, etc. The movie directly acknowledges these criticisms without ever resolving them, instead just turning around to say, actually, there’s a lot of liberatory value in Barbie, in choosing your own fate despite the stereotypes applied to you. Now any attempt at (correctly!) criticizing the brand can be met with a perfunctory “don’t you know they already addressed this!” even though they didn’t really, it just seems like they did because one character mentioned it once in the licensed film

[fixitlikeswomen]

My friends keep sending me beautiful women and it’s like yeah, she’s hot, I would. But also, thank you for this new unrealistic body standard I’m going to aspire to. Time to kill myself.

[influencermagazineuk]

Kylie Jenner's Concerns about Beauty Standards and Her Own Choices and Effects on Daughter

Kylie Jenner, the reality TV star and makeup mogul, recently spoke out about her concerns over the beauty standards set by her family. In a new episode of 'The Kardashians', the 25-year-old expressed her desire for a bigger conversation around these standards and admitted that she doesn't want her daughter to follow in her footsteps. "I don't want my daughter to do the things I did," said Kylie, who has two children, Stormi and Aire, with rapper Travis Scott. Although she didn't go into detail about her own beauty choices, she recently opened up about having lip fillers in the past. In an interview with HommeGirls, Kylie explained that despite feeling insecure about her lips, she doesn't regret getting fillers. "I had my one lip insecurity thing, so I got lip filler, and it was the best thing I've ever done. I don't regret it," she said. However, Kylie also emphasized that she was always confident growing up and that a big misconception about her is that she had a lot of surgery on her face. "I think a big misconception about me is that I've had so much surgery on my face and that I was some insecure person, and I really wasn't! Yeah, I love full lips and wanted full lips, but growing up I was always the most confident person in the room. I was the girl performing for everyone," she shared. Despite the criticism she's received over the years for her appearance, Kylie sees makeup as a form of self-expression. In a recent interview with People, she said, "I really see makeup as a form of self-expression." She also credited her success with her Kylie Cosmetics brand to her passion for makeup and her desire to help people express themselves through it. Kylie's comments about beauty standards come at a time when there's increasing pressure on women to look a certain way, especially on social media. She's not the only celebrity to speak out about this issue; stars like Lizzo, Jameela Jamil, and Chrissy Teigen have also been vocal about the importance of body positivity and self-love. In the end, Kylie's message is clear: it's important to have open and honest conversations about beauty standards and the choices we make regarding our appearance. While she may have made certain choices in the past, she's using her platform to encourage others to think critically about their own decisions and the impact they have on their self-esteem. Kylie Jenner's concerns about beauty standards and her own choices are important topics of conversation, especially in a world where social media can often promote unrealistic expectations. By speaking out about her own experiences, Kylie is using her platform to encourage others to love themselves just the way they are. Read the full article

[illylli]

Bite My Tongue (Pt. 1) | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

→ Eddie’s never felt so enamoured with someone before he met you. The only problem is, your heart’s already spoken for. Still, the Dungeon Master of Hellfire Club has a plan to keep you close, even if he can’t have you.

→ 3k words: includes mentions of drug use, unrequited love (or is it?), sneaky touches

→ a/n: I’m hoping to make this into a multi-part series, so please comment if you’d like more + message me if you’d like to be added to the taglist. this is also my first fanfic so please feel free to send me any writing advice you have x

♫ mood: ‘no other heart’ by mac demarco

→ read part 2 | → read part 3

Eddie Munson doesn’t do flustered.

He doesn’t have time for dumb crushes, heart palpitations, or anything of the like. He had always scoffed at the heart-eyed, body-floating, jaw-dropping interpretations of attraction. The dramatization of which filled his ears with static as late-night cartoons hummed on the TV, the off-switch neglected while he greened out, having pushed the limit once again.

It was at such times that he felt dauntingly lonely. He flirted with just about anyone who spent more than 5 minutes with him, to feel something, anything. It was not for lack of wit which danced on his silver tongue that he failed to sway both women and men alike into growing fond of him. He would give up the chase before it began.

Maybe he’d set his standards too high. He was a secret lover of romance; he managed to convince the Hellfire Club not only into hosting a plethora of romantic subplots in their campaigns, but also that it was of their own accord and totally not planned out in detail prior by their Dungeon Master.

Still, he had yet to meet anyone who made him feel a fraction of the excitement that surged through his veins whenever the dice rolled in favour of a kiss. Fiction was far superior to reality, so much so that his mind was steeped in unrealistic expectations of perfectly timed confessions and sweeping romantic gestures.

He always searched for a secret beauty hidden amongst the rowdy bar crowd when he was strumming epic riffs for Corroded Coffin. His eyes always scanned the cafeteria for someone interesting to fall for. Time and time again, not a soul caught his eye, at least not in the way he was yearning for.

Which is why a mundane interaction in the Hawkins High parking lot caught him so off guard it had him rethinking his entire outlook on life.

“Eddie,” His name said in a huff, like a passing thought.

He had turned, a smirk already tugging the corners of his mouth, ready to exude cool indifference to whatever half-assed insult was about to be lugged his way. Instead, he felt his limbs go rigid as you stepped into his space, soft fingers following the curve of his ear as you tucked his hair back.

“You dropped your joint.”

“Yeah?“ He was stunned from the sudden contact, but more so from the fact that your touch had caused his eyes to start burning.

He reached up, tapping the twisted edge of the paper, then, so stiffly he thought you’d perhaps injected him with paralysing venom, he gave you a two-finger salute.

“Appreciate it, sweetheart.”

You gave a single nod, your textbooks clutched under taut knuckles. “Sure.”

With that you’d turned heel, and Eddie stood there like an idiot, crowds of people brushing past him as he watched your jock boyfriend open the car door for you, clicking open and closed, engine revving, reverberating in his heart, until he was left in the wake of burnt rubber and swirling dust clouds a changed man.

It didn’t make sense. You were nondescript, you were another face in the crowd, another hand raised in class, hidden behind the gossamer of the everyday.

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)?”

Dustin looked unimpressed when Eddie had suggested the idea of gauging your interest in joining the club.

Eddie crossed his arms, knowing he could pull off nonchalance better than anyone else, yet his heart still hammered, reminding him he was not immune to the mention of you yet. “You know her?”

“Of course,” Mike interjected as he slid into the seat beside the two, his lunch tray clattering. “She’s always hanging out with Nancy.”

Eddie realised he was gnawing on his bottom lip when the two boys narrowed their eyes at him. He gave a little drumroll on the lunch table, hoping to distract them with the flourish of a newspaper. He cleared his throat as he straightened out The Weekly Streak, eyes darting to the place on the page he’d kept coming back to.

“In the Dead of the Night, chapter forty-two by (Y/n) (Y/l/n)…”

By the time he’d finished reading the story aloud, Mike and Dustin at least looked half interested.

“He going on about that newspaper chick again?” Gareth sighed as he took a seat, getting comfy as he reached for his juice box.

Eddie seized it first, holding it just out of reach as Gareth snatched for it.

“An astute observation, my friend, but surface level,” he placed the juice box down with a thump and flung an arm over his shoulder, pulling him close, his voice lowered, “You know I wouldn’t invite just anyone into Hellfire, so think a little with that great big brain o’ yours,” he nuzzled a knuckle against Gareth’s temple and he wriggled in Eddie’s grip.

“I don’t know,” he scrunched up his face.

“I’ll give you a hint,” Eddie raised a hand to the ceiling, fingers outstretched as he punctuated each word as he said “Year. Long. Campaign.”

“Impossible,” Jeff’s greeting was one of awe as he sat down, “There would be too much ground to cover. No one person can handle campaign that big.”

“Ding ding ding,” Eddie clapped succinctly, his excitement growing, “Though your assumption is humbling, it is correct. For such a grand journey, we’d need another master writer. Someone-“ Eddie tapped on your column in the newspaper, “who knows how to weave a narrative. Attention to detail, characters, subplots. She’s the one.”

Mike and Dustin looked at each other after taking in Eddie’s beaming façade.

Mike shrugged. “I can ask her if she’d be interested, next time she’s over my house.”

“No, no,” Eddie shook his head animatedly, “No. Wheeler, you have the charisma of a damp towel. I need to be there to convince her.” He pointed a ring-clad finger at the boy, “You call me as soon as she shows up and I’ll be there.”

Gareth perked up at Eddie’s enthusiasm. “There something we should know?”

Eddie gripped Gareth’s shoulder, just hard enough to be slightly threatening. “Only that you’re all about to be treated to the best damn adventure of your lives.”

Mike’s call came later that afternoon, passing on the information that you and Nancy had made a peculiar stop before going home. The ring of the landline echoed in Eddie’s head as he pulled out of the trailer park, his palms sweaty against the steering wheel of the van.

He wanted out of his mortal body. If he could’ve separated heart and soul, he would have, so that he could focus on the task at hand without freaking himself out.

What if you said no? What if you said yes? Why did he care?

He’d never gone so out of his way to recruit someone to Hellfire before, and maybe, if he allowed himself to admit it, it was because he was chasing that high only your touch had been able to give him.

Despite being surrounded by drugs in his tailer, he’d never been tempted to overindulge. He wasn’t an addict. But one close encounter with you and he was itching for his next hit. Suddenly the romance novels all made sense, and things that had never clicked before were falling into place, the once-obscured coming into view.

It was painfully cliché. He wanted to pull the steering wheel and wake up from whatever dream this was. But as he pulled up at the arcade, he felt that strange bubbling still within him, like he truly had woken up. He could see you through the window if he squinted, the class reflecting the sunset over your form. Nancy was nodding politely to whatever you were saying, though she looked out of place, much too mature for such a setting.

Eddie hopped out of the van, the chain on his wallet clinking as he approached the entrance. The door squealed on its hinges, but was immediately drowned out by the chatter and loud music, all out of sync as each machine carried its own game theme.

Nancy’s eyes followed the darting pinball as you attempted to rack up your points, but her gaze went smoothly from top to bottom.

Nancy gave you a tight smile, “Should we head back to mine and get started on brainstorming your next chapter?”

“Good idea,” you replied, your feigned up-beat tone fooling no one, including Nancy.

Eddie thought it a good moment to swoop in and save her from needing to say something peppy to pry you from the machine.

“This one taken?”

You blinked up at him, a slight frown forming in the split second before you realised who it was.

“We were just leaving,” you announced, taking a step away and motioning like you were offering up a gift.

“Y’know, it’s all about the timing,” he said, slipping a quarter into the slot. The pinball machine lit up again, a tinny jingle sounding as the balls were loaded up. Eddie’s rings clacked against the side as he waited patiently to launch the first one into the arena.

You hovered closer to him as you watched him flip the ball expertly, hitting the bumpers with ease to allot him more points.

Nancy exhaled loudly, drawing your attention.

“What’re you girls doing here anyway?” Eddie asked casually, trying to stall for time. “Didn’t take the illustrious journalist-writer duo for a bunch of arcade dwellers.”

He viewed your downtrodden expression in the reflection of the pinball machine glass.

“A bad case of writer’s block,” you revealed, “I thought, I don’t know, the excitement might spur something within me. But nope. Turns out the only thing evoked today was the truth of how bad I am at pinball.”

Eddie chuckled, the screen lighting up with an impressive score as he finished his playthrough. “I’d take future bestselling author over future pinball champion any day.”

He felt his soul go gooey as he watched your smile grow in the glass reflection.

“If only a person could be both,” you teased, then turned as Nancy called your name from the door, where she was now waiting.

Eddie caught your arm before you could leave, and immediately regretted it, meeting your eyes in a stomach-churning instant. He forgot how to talk for a few seconds, his brain lagging behind his hard-beating heart.

“Listen, (Y/n),” he started, balling his fist to rest on the machine as the lights went out, “I uh…” He met Nancy’s gaze and she rolled her eyes, but exited with a good-natured smile on her face. “Why don’t you play one more round? I could teach you a few pointers before you leave. Take a crack at that writer’s block with some healthy ego stroking?”

You took position as he fed the machine another quarter, grinning as you asked, “What, are you going to be my cheerleader?”

He watched in the reflection as your smile fell, mouth parting as he slid his hands over yours, wishing and hoping and goddammit, even praying that his touch had the same effect on you as yours did on him.

“You paying attention?” He whispered as the pinballs were loaded onto the spring. You nodded silently, and Eddie could feel your back brush against his chest with each breath.

As the first ball fell towards the flippers he tensed, pressing down onto your fingers and subsequently the right button, flicking it back up and into a route that had your score shooting up. You let out an elated sound, something between an unbelieving scoff and an amused giggle. It had him reeling.

“Watch out,” he laughed, “Right there. That’s it.”

As the score went up so did the stakes. Both of you could see it was fast approaching the high score. Eddie didn’t stop encouraging you, and he could tell with each spoken word that he was bolstering you.

“Good girl,” he coaxed, “Keep going. Just a little more.”

He felt every jolt of your body as you anticipated the silver ball’s movements, so engrossed in the game that as he eventually removed his hands, you were still able to mimic his technique to perfection.

He could already tell that you’d work well together.

“You’re a quick learner,” he praised as you released an elated sigh at the new high score that flashed on the screen.

You turned to him, your eyes sparkling with a new energy. “You’re a good teacher.”

He tapped a hand against the machine as it went into idle mode once more. “At pinball, maybe, but I could use a few pointers on some other things…”

You shook your head, knowing this had to be leading somewhere, but you still humoured him, “Other things?”

“Well, you know,” He threw a hand up, counting off each finger as he started, “How to put on eyeliner without looking like a racoon, how the hell taxes are supposed to work, how to write a wicked story…” He drew out the last word, his last counted finger wiggling as you smiled.

“Did Nancy put you up to this?”

Eddie took a step forward as he crossed his heart. “I have a vision for the future of Hellfire, but I’m gonna need your help to get it there.”

“That’s the roleplaying game you play, right?”

“Pretty much,” Eddie confirmed, “Dungeons and Dragons. DnD.”

“I don’t get it,” you admitted as you picked up your bag, “You have to write a story to play it?”

Eddie followed you as you made your way to the door. “There are pre-written campaigns with their own lore, but I’ve always wanted to delve into writing original storylines. Only problem is, it takes a lot of work. Lots of writing, character design, you’d know how it is since you write those stories for the school paper.”

“Okay,” you pushed the door, the arcade’s bubble of noise being shut in as it drifted closed behind you, “So… you want me to join?”

“You wouldn’t have to,” Eddie slipped out in front of you, causing you to halt. “I know you’re the busiest person in school next to Wheeler, so I wouldn’t ask you to play. I’d just… appreciate some help with the story. Your writing is really, really good. I mean, honestly, I got chills reading those horror stories you posted last Halloween.”

“Really?” you glowed.

“Really,” Eddie answered.

It was the truth. He had enjoyed those stories, but he hadn’t paid much attention to the school newspaper in general until that fateful day you’d tucked his joint behind his ear and he was compelled to learn everything about you.

He’d hassled some nerd who worked at The Weekly Streak into lending him a copy of every newspaper that had come out since last October, and in the span of a couple days he’d binged all your work, through which he’d picked up on your style and quirks. He supposed that he’d learnt an integral part of who you are from the pieces of yourself you chose to reveal through your characters and stories.

Still, he wanted to learn more; he wanted to learn exactly how you’d managed to distil pure electricity into those soft hands of yours. He wanted to know how a person managed to fit the whole world into their eyes.

“So,” He fought the embarrassing urge to pout, “You in?”

You glanced between him and Nancy, who was tapping her fingers against the steering wheel of her car.

“I should say no,” you admitted. He knew why: your boyfriend certainly wouldn’t like the idea.

“But you will say…?”

“Maybe.”

Eddie huffed, pushing his tongue against his bottom teeth.

“Say yes,” His eyes flitted up to yours, “Please.”

You could tell he wasn’t used to asking for favours. His arms were folded behind his back and he was swinging on his heels. Eddie could scarcely believe he would sink as low as pleading, but he had never been more determined for something in his life now that he’d set his sights on you.

“Fine,” you spoke quickly, conscious of how long you’d made Nancy wait, “But Chance can’t know.”

“Chance?” He spoke aloud, but it clicked in his brain and he nodded. “Your boyfriend.”

“Eddie,” you raised your brow at him, “Seriously. If he found out-“

“Hey, my lips are sealed.” He even made the gesture of zipping them closed and throwing away the key.

You nodded, “Good. Then I’ll see you at my place, Friday night.”

Nancy smirked as you finally entered her car, and she said something that had you hiding your face in your hands. Eddie turned away then, knowing he’d only pick apart every miniscule expression for anything negative and be persuaded by his interpretation to call the whole thing off.

As soon as he slid into the driver’s seat of the van he took a deep breath, checked his side mirror to see that Nancy had pulled out, then shook himself out let a wet dog, expelling all the nervous energy that had pooled in his body.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled to himself, turning the key in the ignition, “It’s happening, it’s happening.”

He was so ecstatic for the rest of the day, his uncle asked if he was high when he got home.

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[atomicrebelomega]

Oh yeah, PREACH, please. This fandom is S H A L L O W as hell. I could argue that half of the point of the show is body diversity positivity (the cast is so! diverse! both racially and physically) and yet, the fandom has latched onto the conventionally attractive cast members and missed the point completely.

I don't think anyone in the show is "conventionally attractive" which is something I adore because at the same time they're not normal and standard yet attractive in their own ways??

For example: Black Pete (And his actor Matt Maher) are men with cleft lips and heavy lisps that can make understanding them kinda difficult (Matt mentions having surgery and speech therapy) and are downright handsome to me tbh but not the standard for how actors should look. Especially if they're in relationships.

Pete, in any other show, would be mocked/a comedic relief character based on his disability. In another one of Matt's more notable roles, he voices Wade in GTA V, his disability isnt mentioned at all but his speech is used to highlight that his character is uneducated and naive with an added accent that makes it clear he's "trailer trash". In OFMD, Black Pete's speech and scars are not mentioned either, but yet Pete being an idiot when it comes to women and their roles and idolizing Blackbeard, you can feel that his disability isn't being used to accentuate those details. When Pete mentions it's problematic for Jim lead the mutiny because they're mute, no one says that Pete has a lisp/is hard to understand like it possibly would be said in another comedy to reach for an easy extra "joke". And yes Pete is a comedic relief as is literally everyone at some point, but he's still half of one of the three main couples.

I do not know how to explain how rare and special it is that not only is a visibly disabled man in a relationship that shows them kissing and shows kinda offscreen sex with noone judging them or asking why Lucius, who is not visibly disabled, is with him, but that it is a gay relationship on top of that. As queer media is more popular now than ever, we rarely seen "average/normal" looking gay men. We get abs and perfect skin and teeth and unrealistic bodies. Black Pete is attractive and he could be any dude walking around town. What I love is he and Lucius look like a normal gay couple in both looks and action but thrown in 1717. I think that was the intent as well.

Now, can the "We don't own each other." line be read as poly? Sure. It can also be read as many other things such as:

Black Pete doesn't dictate what Lucius does, like nude sketches. We have no confirmation Fang and Lucius has sex. Nudity isn't inherently sexual AND Lucius did flirt just to get out of work. We also see even after they first get together, they give each other space and aren't glued to the hip immediately. Yeah they are close to each other in many scenes but they go off and do other shit with other characters and its so refreshing.

At the time, they are not officially together, so Lucius can sleep around. In the next episode Pete shows he truly cares for Lucius and gifts him the wooden finger. At this point they could have become officially but once again we have no confirmation so maybe they still aren't "together".

Lucius and Pete are in an open relationship but they are each other's primary partner. This is what many believe but keep in mind we have a vague line that is the only ammo to this idea.

I like all these ideas, but I'm worried about fanon getting so out of hand that anyone who doesn't believe in poly!Lucius is gonna be called out/treated as if they're anti-poly. Which honestly in the grand scheme of things who cares, but things get out of hand in fandoms unfortunately and we have already had slip ups.

One issue I have is the big influx of Izzy/Lucius shippers. I like all our ships, even find their dynamic compelling but definitely not a romantic one. I wouldn't give it a second thought if it wasn't for the fact that many in the fandom seem to favor Izzy and Lucius fucking/being together over Pete and Lucius. Even "poly!Lucius" supporters rarely give Pete a second thought. They don't even add Fang, who they argue Lucius slept with/is also seeing, into the mix. Its as if they want the toxic relationship with two "closer to able and pretty" characters to get together rather than the established couple where one is visibly disabled and actually healthy. It's irking me to see this and slap the label of polygamous over it as an excuse.

Anyway enough ranting, just wanted to put it out there because no one seems to mention this much but yeah I agree.

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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