#like i feel like such a brat but also seeing her actually make an effort with our realtionship is a nice change of pace

[rishiimaa]

what kind of dad/mom would jjk men/women be (boy or girl)

Disclaimer! ALL BOYS ARE AGED 18 AND OLDER! NO MINORS SHOULD BE HAVING BABIES 😡 AND A LITTLE BIT OF CURSING!!

ALL FLUFF!! :3

Itadori

I feel like he’d be a boy dad, 100%, Itadori would be the kind of dad that’d that is like one of the cool ones, like when you go over for a friend’s sleepover and he’s like just such a good dad 😭 and if this was modern AU, he’d definitely put his son in football, just a thought, though!

Megumi

Megumi’s definitely a girl dad, I don’t know, I just see him being a girl dad, and I feel like he’d argue with her 24/7, but we both know that Megumi would kill for his daughter

Gojo

Once again, Gojo would be a girl dad, and he’d spoil the hell outta her, like his daughter would have the best of clothes, best of toys, best of everything, EVEN if she’s grown up, she will always be a daddies girl.

Geto

He’d be both, a girl and boy dad, because you’d have twins, and Geto would be the most patient dad of all nations, nothing could penetrate him, literally both children could be kicking and crying, IN A STORE, and literally all he’d do is just pick them both by the shirt and sit them on his shoulders, calming them down, giving you the ability to shop in PEACE

Sukuna

That’s right chat, I remembered to add Sakuna this time! Anyway, girl dad, similar to Megumi, he’s always arguing with her, but instead Sakuna’s calling her brat, and threatening to eat her tiny ears and toes, he doesn’t mean it, he just likes to fuel her fire, and he’s proud to see that she’s exactly like him with a violent side to her, Sakuna would let his daughter kick, bite, push, punch, and all he would do is sit there with a pround smug look on his face

Nobara

Boy mom, girl mom seems right, but boy mom feels right for Nobora. She’s always having her baby boy dressed up in the most fashionable outfits, from newborn to college, she will not raise her son around disgusting fashion taste!

Shoko

Same thing for Shoko, boy mom! Except she’s just totally laid back and really is just a chill mom, sorta like a traditional household with ya’ll but Shoko actually puts an effort and helps you with her son and the house, I also headcanon that she’s terrifying when she’s pissed, like if your son talks back to you, he better expect a scary ass mom glaring behind you.

Choso

Choso! My baby boy! He’s a girl dad, twins to be exact, and may I add another girl on the way? Choso has a ball handful full of girls. Anyway, he’s a total softie for his girls, he’s never once said no to them, he just can’t say no, he hates seeing their sad expressions, so instead, he’d just tell them to ask you, because he literally lacks the ability to say no.

Yuta

Yuta’s definitely a girl dad! But he’s not like the rest and he doesn’t spoil her…as much as the others, he still spoils her, but he’s a bit strict and doesn’t want her to grow up thinking she could get anything she wants, that’s why he’s a bit more mean to her if she gets disrespectful, his issue though is that he fails to put her on punishment for a long time, he just hates having to put her through that, so after an hour or two, when Yuta cools down, he’ll come in and say,

“Sorry for yelling at you, petal, just promise me you won’t do that again, okay?”

And he’ll give her a little kiss on the cheek and give her back her phone.

Maki

Maki’s a girl mom, she’s also strict like Yuta, but she’s not as easy to get though, she isn’t mean strict, she simply doesn’t want her daughter to grow up being a dumbass, so she simply asks her daughter just 30 minutes of studying everything, and then she can do whatever she wants, and if you forget? It’s fine, just remember to do it next time! And Maki is usually the one to give the punishments, simply because it just comes natural to her.

Nanami

Apologies for making pretty much all of Jjk men all girl dads, it literally just makes sense for me, but of course, the whole fandom agrees that Nanami’s a girl dad, and I feel like he’d be a stoic softie. While he’s watching his daily show, he’d let his daughter put little pink hair clips in his hair and put little pigtails, if he’s in a really good mood, he’ll even let her put on makeup! (he’s always in a good mood when if comes to his daughter and you)

[obsessivestar]

Poly!ted!schlatt!reader smut request

Schlatt and Ted get into an 'argument', and schlatt starts acting like a brat towards Ted for the rest of the day.

Reader has an idea on how to get the boys to make up. So she says this in front of both of them.

"Alright, well, I'm super horny so, ted can you help me out?"

Ted gets flustered and agrees, and Schlatts brat demeanor turns into horny hunger.

He comes into the bedroom after he heard reader have her first orgasm and asks if he can join too.

Also, oral fixation Schlatt is much appreciated.

Competition:

Poly!Ted Nivison/JSchlatt+Reader Kinktober Request!

{{-I tweaked it a little but I hope you still like it and also I put way too much effort into this but y/w LMAO-}}

Graphic NSFW under the cut:

After a rather competitive game, Ted and Schlatt would not stop bickering at each other. Ted had gotten the upper hand in the game and had smoked us both. I was over it, Schlatt clearly wasn't.

"I fuckin' had ya, dude!" Schlatt spits out, being the loudest one in the room, as usual.

"Well, see, you actually didn't.." Ted exaggerates his tone, playfully pointing at Schlatt.

"Oh fuck you man, that hitbox shit was bullshit."

"Game says it wasn't, dude."

"The shield wasn't even fuckin' there!"

"I clicked the button, it was there."

"That's bullshit, absolute fuckin' bullshit."

"Didn't feel bullshit."

"It fucking was!"

"Didn't feel it."

As I turn the console off, I roll my eyes and lean back against the sofa. These two are always going at it. Always. Usually it's in a friendly way, but I could see from here how tense Schlatt was. Even with how confident Ted appeared, I could tell he needed a break too. They both needed to blow off some steam...

"...Well, that match made me horny." I gently slap my hands down on my lap and stand up, watching as Ted and Schlatt's argument come to a complete halt, both of them giving me a mixture of shock and disbelief. I'm not usually that blunt about it, but I knew it would shut them up. "Ted? You wanna give me some attention?.." I make my tone softer, girlishly so, batting my eyelashes at him and everything. I see their expressions shift in different ways. Ted's eyes flicker with excitement, a nervous chuckle leaving him, like he wasn't sure I was serous. Schlatt, on the other hand, looked silently furious, his eyes darkening in my direction. He was jealous, and hungry...Good. I can tell that even Ted knows what I'm planning, looking at Schlatt with new found confidence.

"Oh yeah...that's a much better way to celebrate my earned victory.." Ted speaks to me, but is staring daggers into Schlatt as he speaks, his words burning a hole into Schlatt. I watch as Schlatt narrows his eyes at Ted, watching him closely, very close, as Ted steps away from him and joins me down the hall.

The second we enter Ted's room, he's all over me. He pins me against the nearest wall by my hips, pressing against me as he traps my lips in a hungry, possessive kiss. He let's out a deep chuckle against my lips, pulling back briefly to start guiding me to his bed, working at our clothes as we step back.

"You think that'll be enough?.." Ted asks in between kisses, slipping his shirt over his head before latching onto my exposed neck, wrapping his arms around me to get my bra off. "Been trying to get him to join us for a while..."

"Oh yeah, he was seething.." I purr, leaning my head back with a dopey smile on my face. "Get me to be loud, and he'll come running.."

"I've got a few ideas.." Ted snickers against my skin, tossing my bra aside before shoving me onto his bed, crawling over me the second my bed hit his mattress. He catches my lips in another hungry kiss, a low moan leaving him. He begins to plant little kisses along the side of my face, trailing them down my jaw, slowly moving further down. "Tasting you always gets you to cry for me.." Ted purrs, beginning to move more down my body.

"No, let him..." I whisper out, tilting my head down to look at Ted. "I...I want him to do it.." I was expecting Ted to relent, giving him a sort of nervous smile, but he seemed thrilled by the idea, crawling back up to be at my eye level.

"Really? Schlatt?" Ted asks with a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. "Ooh, you naughty girl. He'll use his mouth...and I'll use yours.."

Ted, Schlatt and I had an...interesting arrangement to say the least. I had started a relationship with Ted a couple months ago, but I knew for a fact that Schlatt also had feelings for me, Ted and I both knew. What started as a joke about dating them at the same time turned into a...strange reality. Now, I've slept with Ted many, many times and I've had my fun with Schlatt, but getting them to bed together....I've wanted it for weeks, I've dreamed about it.

Problem is, Ted knew Schlatt wouldn't agree to it if we simply...propositioned it. No, Schlatt was a man of passion, it needed to be his idea.

By now, Ted had gotten all of our clothes off, his thick fingers pumping in and out of me, latched onto my throat like a hungry lion, desperate to be sated. I was an absolute moaning mess, feeling his fingers curl up into my sweet spot with every thrust of them. It felt amazing, but it was also just making me even more aroused, my thoughts filled with the idea of what Schlatt must be doing, hearing me cry out in pleasure.

"I-I'm so horny, Teddy.." I whimper out loudly, keeping my knees bent up to allow easy access.

"There ya go, baby. Let em' hear you.." Ted whispers into my ear, increasing the pace of his fingers to urge my first release. I didn't think I could cum from someone's fingers, but the mix of Ted's dirty words and the thought of what was coming next made everything come undone. I felt my walls tighten around Ted's fingers and cum around them, letting my voice sing out as loudly as my body would allow. I needed Schlatt to hear us. I needed him to join us.

Ted slowly slips his fingers out of my core, pulling back from my neck. Since he won't be able to taste me later, he laps up my essence along his fingers, keeping our eyes connected as he licks everything off his fingers, giving me a dark chuckle afterwards.

"Think that worked?.." Ted asked in a quiet voice, tilting his head over at the door.

"Give it a second.." I whisper back with a confident smile, my eyes wandering around the room as I try to listen for him. Ted and I have never been that loud when he's here, it must've had an affect on him. When I hear some shuffling out in the hall and a defeated groan, I knew we had him. I knew it.

I hear some stomps head this way and eventually, some heavy but quick knocks on Ted's door. "O-Open the door.." Schlatt stutters, standing right outside the door. I could hear him shuffling out there, I could hear the anxiousness in his voice. He was so flustered, so eager to get inside. I'm honestly surprised that he wasn't just barging through the door.

Ted pulls away from me, both of us holding back a laugh. Schlatt sounding desperate was new, we wanted to savor it a bit.

"Not your turn, buddy.." Ted teased with a confident smile, making me lean my head back more against the pillow, a slightly tired chuckle leaving me.

"T-To hell with our fucking turns, can I open the god damn door or not?..." Schlatt snapped from the other side again. I can tell just by how his voice sounds that he's right up against the door. The calm before the storm. I know that once he's in here, he's not leaving until we've all got it out of our system, and that's exactly what I was counting on. Ted turned to look at me calmly, raising his brows as if to say 'You still want this?'.

I give Ted another tired chuckle and a smile before nodding at the door.

"Come on in, big fella."

The second Schlatt barged through that door changed everything. He had torn his clothes off so fast I couldn't even remember what he was wearing before my thighs were resting against his bare shoulders, my legs somewhat wrapped around his head, lapping at my soaked core like a mad animal in heat. I'm moaning out from the overstimulation, the only thing keeping me quiet being Ted's cock occasionally stuffing itself down my throat, my head turned to take him in fully. My hand comes up to stroke the bits of his shaft not in my mouth, feeling Schlatt's mutton chops tickling my inner thighs, my sensitive bud pulsing with pleasure. I am completely and utterly at their mercy and I'm riding it for as long as my body can handle it. Ted pulls his cock out of my mouth to make me fully stroke all of it, laughing down at me with a devilish grin.

"How's he feel, baby? Is he eatin' you well? He working it right? Ooh, you're disgusting, baby..." Ted purrs down at me, watching me helplessly writhe beneath him as Schlatt's tongue continuously flicks against my sensitive bud, over and over until my body completely gives in. I focus on Ted's throbbing cock and dirty words as I have my second orgasm against Schlatt's mouth, grinding my hips against his tongue as I ride it out with needy whimpers and moans. As the satisfied pleasure spreads up my stomach and along my inner thighs, Schlatt wastes no time and stands up straight to ready the tip of his length against me, rubbing my soaked entrance with his pointed tip before pushing in with a satisfied groan. He is much thicked than Ted, I feel my lips sting a little with how much he has to open me to slip in. He's eager, but he's gentle until my body gets used to him.

Once my core does adjust, they both use my body as roughly and as freely as they want. Schlatt is slamming his hips roughly against mine with every thrust and Ted has shoved his length right back into my mouth. I'm a moaning, whimpering, gagging mess as they fuck me senselessly. It's like everything I dreamed it would be, knowing I am completely at their mercy just increased my lust and arousal for them both.

"You're such a naughty fuckin' girl.."

"You're fucking disgusting, can't believe you wanted us both.."

"This what you wanted, you whore? You take it, you fuckin' take it."

"Choke on it, baby. Choke. On it. There you go, yeeeaahh.."

Their dirty talk mixed with my desperate moans for released all came undone when I reached my third and final orgasm. They both continue to pump their cocks inside of me to push my release to its limits, smiling and laughing at me as my body shivers and jolts with pleasure. When my body finally starts to relax, I feel both Ted and Schlatt pull out of me to stroke themselves out, releasing their warm seed on my stomach and my face. The humiliation and warmth was...everything. My curiosity was sated. After they cleaned me off, we all laid on Ted's bed, panting heavily to catch our breaths. Schlatt was the first to get up after about a minute or so. Before he'd leave, I'd speak up first.

"W-We have to do that again..." I let out a tired chuckle, turning my head to look at Schlatt. Schlatt let's out a dismissive scoff at first, holding the doorknob in his fist. He shakes his head at me and opens the door, but speaks simply before he leaves.

"Maybe."

When he leaves the room, he closes the door behind him. Ted pulls me into his chest with a tired chuckle, kissing the top of my head.

"That was a yes."

"I know."

[bennie-jerry]

My Beef with Wanda Maximoff - An MCU Rant

Sorry not sorry, I will ride the Wanda-ain't-shiitake train till the wheels are worn out. I do not care what her fangirls say. And if you're legitimately going to be so overly offended just from me disliking a FICTIONAL character, I highly suggest you click off, make some tea, and watch a Ghibli movie.

How many times does it need to be said? Just because someone suffers from some form of (small or big) trauma, IT DOESN’T GIVE THEM A PASS TO DO EVIL SH—

I really REALLY sincerely hope there's lore or bits I'm missing here (and if so, PLEASE tell me because I WANT to be wrong so BAD). But from what I know and remember, I feel as though I have every right to be disgusted with who Wanda is as a person.

It frustrates me so much how this carmine-colored narcissist will whine about people being scared of her, but she does stuff only a scary person WOULD do.

Purposefully setting the Hulk off so you could use him as a wrecking ball on innocent civilians in Johannesburg during Age of Ultron? Seems scary as heck.

Literally warping the universe itself to hunt and kill a teenager who did nothing to you during Multiverse of Madness? Seems scary as heck.

Brainwashing an ENTIRE town JUST so you can live in delusion about your man not being dead during Wandavision? Seems DOUBLE scary as heck.

Don't even try to defend what she did in Age of Ultron. Even if she supposedly didn't INTEND to have civilians killed, she sure as HECK didn't seem all too sorry that it happened. She wasn't ‘regretful’ that she did it. She was only ‘regretful' when Bruce confronted her on it. She has the nerve (the utter AUDACITY) to hate Tony Stark for the same CRAP that she does (if not worse, which let's be honest—it’s worse).

At least Tony Stark DIED out of an effort to save everyone, whereas Wanda usually tends to only help others when it benefits HER.

Wanda is nothing more than a Multiversal brat with a god-complex and no one can tell me otherwise. If something does not go 100% her way, she completely acts out and throws a reality-warping tantrum.

“Oh, but she tried to fix everything in Wandavision!”

Yeah, only after finding out she was BRAINWASHING people!

How the FREAK do you reality warp an ENTIRE town (especially at the large radius she used her magic) and expect NO one to be under mind control? Would you NOT try to fly around the premises to see if ANYONE else was there?

Once again, even if this was an example where she didn't INTEND for it to happen, then that proves another great flaw that she has.

Wanda hardly (if ever) thinks through her actions. And then when her actions bite her in the butt, she has the nerve to be surprised. Wanda almost never (and I'm being generous here) considers how her actions harm or affect others until it turns around and affects HER.

She did not deserve Vision, he was too good of a man for her, sorry not sorry.

Just the stuff she did BEFORE Multiverse of Madness ALONE is enough to not like her.

Let's not even get into the fact she never ACTUALLY apologized to Bruce Banner for everything she put him through. All she said at most when he confronted her is, “I know you're angry…”

Oh wow, REALLY? I couldn't POSSIBLY understand why Banner would EVER be angry at you for essentially brain-raping him (going into his mind and memories without his CONSENT) and using his worst fears against him to trigger Hulk so you could use him like a personal killing machine, further lessening the very few support systems he already HAD. She should feel grateful Banner didn't immediately throw her through a wall upon seeing her.

“But she became an avenger and helped them in Endgame!”

I could not give less of a DOOKIE about the fact she did that. Wanda fighting Thanos was literally the ONLY option she possibly had if she didn't wanna turn into dust along with the other half of the population. Sure, she also did it because she was forced to kill her boo BECAUSE of Thanos, but let's be honest—she would've had to fight him regardless. Her handing Thanos’ butt to him (while a very cool scene) doesn't prove JACK about her character.

The fact she ever BECAME an avenger after effectively traumatizing the MAJORITY of them is mind-boggling to me.

“Oh, I'm sorry I weaponized all of your traumas against you for my own personal gain because I wanted to work with a genocidal robot, can I join you guys?”

“Sure, Wanda! Come into the team and we'll pretend like you didn't do a darn thing!”

(The fact this isn't even ALL that she's done is absurd, I can still keep going—)

Don't even get me STARTED on Multiverse of Madness. And before anyone tries to say, “She did it so she could have a reality with her children!”

BRO, HER KIDS WEREN'T EVEN FREAKING REAL—

Wanda Freaking Maximoff wanted to murder a TEENAGER all for some children that were not even ACTUAL people. And when she did have them, didn't she make them FIGHT against the military in Wandavision or am I mistaken (which I VERY MUCH hope I am because what the he---)?

I do not care whatsoever what her reason is or what trauma she went through. Attempted murder of a minor (ESPECIALLY in this case, a minor who didn't even do anything) is inexcusable to me.

There is no way in frog fingers you guys are ACTUALLY trying to justify and/or downplay a grown ADULT trying to murder a CHILD (because that's what America was—a CHILD).

(Her and Miguel O'Hara would get along GREAT, when's the collab--)

And by then, she had ALREADY brutally murdered a whole bunch of people and probably corrupted the multiverse even FURTHER than she already had.

It wasn't until an ALTERNATE version of her (who ACTUALLY had her kids) told her to sit the [BLEEP] down (I'm paraphrasing here, but you get my drift).

Wanda is NOT a victim. Is she a good villain? Yes. But this witch isn't a victim. Not anymore at least. She doesn't apologize for her actions. She doesn't take responsibility. She doesn't reflect on what she does.

And even when she DOES finally do ANY of those things in ANY capacity, the damage is already done. In fact, it's not JUST done, it's also BURNT inside the oven causing smoke to go everywhere.

There is no rhyme or reason you could pull out that will convince me to be anything short of angry with this character and I'm so tired of her fans trying to defend her just because she was a lab rat and lost her man.

Once again, it's not bad to like a character that does awful stuff. But please, for sanity sake, STOP acting like they're a lost little angel BECAUSE you like them. I know they say "hurt people hurt people" but that still doesn't justify doing bad stuff just because bad things happened to YOU.

[thel0v3hashira143]

❝𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏!❞

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ eren armin jean reiner n levi ☆ various aot men as dads!!

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fem!reader (referred to as mom or mommy), black aligned reader but as per usual anyone can read

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ notes: y'all thought i was playin when i said had 2 other pieces huh...well anyways heres my 2nd official revamp entry!! erm i hope u guys like it cause i lost like 3 hours of sleep over this. (its bhm you have to like it or else) stay hot!! 🎀🎀

eren yaeger 🌸

2 words. girl dad.

this man was born to have an army of girls surrounding him at all times (but he's not necessarily complaining in this case)

you two's daughter is a very passionate and outgoing child and eren totally embraces that

he's deeply involved in his child's life, sharing stories about the world and instilling a sense of curiosity (aka giving her bad ideas)

he was an outside and play in the mud kid so he is all for letting her have free range to express/play how she wants

and he's a sucker for your little girl so he usually gets roped into her shenanigans

when you come home and the house is quiet you know those two are up to something nefarious 😭😭

"eren, why the hell does my kitchen look a hot ass mess?"

"she wanted to make a cake, babe!"

i can see your daughter playing sports (soccer specifically) and he is 1000 the dad that yells at the ref.

"did you see that [name]!? that brat just pushed her over l, why didn't that bastard call it!?"

will get down and dirty for his girls. no matter what

emphasizes the importance of freedom, encouraging your to pursue her dreams no matter what.

actually the most supportive ever??

your daughter wants to play 10 different sports? he's buying all the equipment no matter the cost. she wants to be the next picasso? he'll buy her brand new art supplies and be her model.

just hes so just....*sigh*

armin arlert 🌸

my man, loml, my day 1, my soul mate my everything (he was my first anime crush i will be projecting on this one argue wit ur mama)

he is definitely a gentle parent to your little boy who's just a shy little dude

armin knows what it feels like to be that shy and quiet kid so he's very patient and understanding

him and your son are practically carbon copies of eachother minus his curly hair (which he got from you) but you think its adorable

speaking of hair HE TOTALLY LEARNS TO BRAID/DO TWIST

he knew taking care of your son's hair was going to require extra effort because of his texture but he doesnt care and learns anyway (sob sob)

him and your son are attached at the hip and wherever one goes you typically find the other.

they spend many quiet moments together and obviously armin reads him multiple stories before bed.

i can totally see y'alls son being an artist/artistically gifted

you can find him and armin sprawled out on the floor with paper and various art supplies as armin nods along to the nonsense coming out of your son's mouth

"mhmm, oh i see! i think that color looks great there too."

meanwhile you're in the corner just sobbing and dying of cuteness in your house

much like eren he teaches his son the values of curiosity and freedom, even if his son is a little more reserved

he wouldn't ever force him into doing anything he doesn't want to, but encourages him in the small things

i also fantasize about living by a beach with armin so ik he takes y'all to the beach at least 3 times a month.

every single time he goes he carries his son on his hip as the explore the beach in search of shells and other treasures to take home.

"you like this one buddy? why don't we give it to mommy as a nice present, yeah?"

i can't write too long or imma short circuit but i will be expanding on this because i love armin so much

he's so neat :]

jean kirstein 🌸

jean, as a dad, is like a mix of cornyness and seriousness

on the one hand i can totally see him making the stupidest dad jokes while you and your daughter are just like 🧍🏽‍♀️🧍🏽‍♀️

like the irl personification of "im not a regular mom, i'm a cool mom"

but on the other hand he's just like my dad where he can turn anything into a life lesson and you have to sit while he scolds your daughter for at least 30 minutes

it's all out of love tho

he thrives in a lighthearted atmosphere at home and spending time together is a huge thing for him

he is a bbq/camping dad and no i will not take criticism on this

jean takes pride in teaching life skills, from fixing things around the house to imparting practical wisdom (even though it isn't always wanted 💀)

your daughter will likely be well-prepared for the challenges of the world. he likes to think he's the reason she has a good head on her shoulders.

speaking of which, your daughter is very much sassy...(jean swears she gets if from you but we know the truth)

shes the first one to have something smart to say and its gotten her in trouble quite a few times with jean...but theyre besties.

balances tough love with genuine affection, cause he definitely mellowed out as he got older but knows when to put his foot down (unlike eren. what who said that??)

your daughter knows she can always count on him. ♡

reiner braun 🌸

AURGGYGHH I LOVE THIS MAN

anyways as soon as your son was born he only knew one word.

panic.

specifically timeskip!reiner. i can only imagine him as a worrier and a helicopter parent up until your son is like 6-7.

"rei, if you don't let that boy go play with the other kids!" "[name], i read that a slide has 82 times more germs than a kitchen sink. i won't let him be exposed to that."

it's just like *sigh* but thanks to you he eventually mellows out.

y'alls son is a really kind boy. like stupidly nice. damn near a pushover. (but we love him)

while you're ready to fight the other parents (or kids) who hurt your baby, reiner is actually more gentle in his approach

he's clearly a big strong guy but he's very gentle in his approach when it comes to seeing his son cry or just in general

reiner, as a dad, is the protector. he's vigilant and caring, instilling a strong sense of security in your home

your son feels safe knowing reiner is there to shield him from any harm.

seeing talk all soft to y'alls son makes you go sksmwkwmwka he's so man...

"hey, me and mom love you very much. you got that bud?"

balances strength with gentleness. offering a listening ear and encouraging open communication.

he wants his son to know he'll always be there for him since he never really had a father growing up

safe to say your son grows up feeling understood and supported by both parents ♡

levi ackerman 🌸

for sure the strictest dad on this list.

from the moment your daughter was born he had her on a schedule that was planned meticulously.

like hour by hour he knows what's going on and you're just there like🧍🏽‍♀️

"i read a consistent schedule helps with her brain development." "...."

as she gets older he calms down a little. but like only the smallest little bit.

however! levi, although strict, is a fiercely devoted dad

this just came to me but he's the dad where if you our your daughter syas you like a snack one time he'll buy a lifetime supply until you tell him otherwise

despite his stoic exterior, Levi has a soft spot for his child's well-being and takes pride in their achievements, no matter how small

your daughter is a dancer. fight me.

even if you can't make it, you see him in the audience at every recital with a soft smile.

"you did great. yes, i recorded all of it for mom to see too."

ngl he is very rule oriented but 9/10 he bends begrudgingly for your daughter (she looks like you, so he can never say no.)

he values discipline and order but also knows the importance of showing love and appreciation.

like reiner he didn't grow up with the best father figure (if one at all) or anyone to really give him confidence growing up.

your daughter never doubts that daddy loves her and thinks she's the best ♡

he also is so skilled at doing hair?? probably better than armin.

ponytail, bun, twist, braids, you name it, he can do it. (has put you shame on multiple occasions)

teaches self-reliance and responsibility, ensuring his child is well-prepared for life's challenges.

expects excellence but also provides unwavering support

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ 2nd piece done!! why was i fighting for my life during jean and reiner's....but i actually really wanna expand on dad!armin and dad!levi so maybe i'll give all the kids names sometime in the future. i tried to finish this is my ap chem class and my teacher almost took my phone 💀💀 but expect more soon cause i am on a roll! 🏃🏽‍♀️💨

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐲 ♡

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𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚!

𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝��𝙡0𝙫3𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖143 2024

[byhimawari]

"Petals on a Rose" (a RivaMika drabble)

Day 1 of RivaMika Month: Flowers

He didn’t mean to overhear. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He also didn’t mean to stay hidden until the conversation ended. All he intended to do was to go into the mess hall and scold the brats for chit chatting and messing around instead of focusing on the cleaning that should’ve been done hours ago. 

Yet, that’s precisely what he did. Overbearing, eavesdropping, hiding. And now the cursed conversation is the only thing echoing through his mind, despite all efforts to just shake it off: 

—

“Why don’t you try using flowers, Mikasa?” 

Levi had walked past the mess hall when her heard the potato girl speak, only halting when a certain name was said. Why his feet stopped in its tracks, he had no clue. 

Except, he does. He actually knows exactly why. 

“Flowers?” He heard Mikasa repeat in confusion. 

“Yeah! Use the petals to determine whether you confess to him or not!” Sasha explained excitedly. 

Confess? What the hell are they talking about? Confess to whom? 

“I don’t understand,” her voice as monotonous as ever. 

“You know, where you pull each petal off saying ‘he loves me, he loves me not’ to each one and whatever you say to the last petal is your answer! But in your case it’ll be, ‘confess or not to confess’. Something like that!” 

“That’s so stupid,” both Levi and Mikasa thought, though it was Mikasa who said it out loud. 

“It’s worth a shot!” Sasha persisted, “Think of it as just flipping a coin, except with more chances!” 

There was an unsettling feeling at the bottom of his stomach when he puts two and two together, because who else would that gloomy brat want to confess to if not to the reckless Titan boy?

“I’d rather just not.” 

Levi hate that he felt even an ounce of relief. 

“Aww, c’mon Mikasa! I think it’s time! I see the way he looks at you too. Who knows, maybe he’s also waiting to hear you say you love him.” 

“L-Love is a strong word…” Mikasa stammered and Levi thinks that was the first time he’s ever heard sound so flustered. 

“Ahhh, then why is your face so red!” Sasha chimed, her laughter nearly echoing down the halls. 

“It’s not!” 

Her voice cracked slightly and that’s how Levi knew she was lying. And her lie revealed two things: her face was indeed red and she is in love with Eren. 

“Tch.” 

So much for that ounce of relief. 

—

That’s when he left. He didn’t bother to do what he came there to do, because when he found himself having to fight his inner demons to not barge inside to see for himself the rose-tinted cheeks of his strongest soldier and tell her she’s in trouble just as an excuse to keep her working all day and away from Eren, he knew he had to walk away. 

It’s been some hours since then and much to his distress, it is taking him much too long to finish paperwork that he normally would’ve had completed hours ago had his mind not been polluted with scenes of Mikasa confessing her love to Eren. 

Much like earlier, he hadn’t meant to fall in love. Especially not a subordinate, not with her. He hadn’t meant to fall in love at all. He thought it was just a fleeting feeling. But being humanity’s strongest doesn’t make him immune from the human heart and the strings it pulls. And his just so happened to pull — no, yank, rather — his right into the femme fatale that is Mikasa Ackerman. 

Levi grabs his coat, needing some air, hoping to clear his mind from such troublesome affairs. However, it seems the universe enjoys a challenge because lo and behold, from a distance leans Mikasa against a pillar of the outdoor corridor…pulling off petals from a rose. 

His stoicism hides his shock. The brat is actually doing it? She’s actually picking off petals to help her determine whether or not she’s going to confess her love to that boy? Didn’t she just say that was stupid? But also…didn’t he also see this coming? Why is he so surprised? Why is he even wasting his time thinking about this shit? Why — 

Suddenly she’s smiling, his thoughts interrupted as she gazes at the bare pistil of what was once a rose with eyes full of resolve, and there comes his heartstrings, being yanked towards her once again, but this time only to be ricocheted back at him, shattering the only hope he never should’ve manifested in the first place. 

Night falls and Levi still sits at his desk with the same amount of paperwork from when the day started. He stands up to get the blood flowing into his system, unbuttoning the top of his his dress shirt and loosening his cravat to ease the heat he feels from irritation. It’s beyond him why he hasn’t shaken this off yet. This is extremely trivial matters. He is captain of the Survey Scouts. He should be strategizing for the missions ahead, not dwelling on the love life of that gloomy, insufferable brat with the stubborn attitude, healing smile, beautiful eyes, tender heart, and…

“Fuck,” Levi grunts under his breath, sitting back down in his chair utterly defeated. 

To add insult to injury, he hears a knock at his door. 

“What?” He calls out grumpily, not hiding the annoyance in his tone as his eyes fixated at the ceiling fan above him.

“Captain, I have some reports to turn in.”

Levi could only scoff at his luck. Of course it’s her. Of course. Who else could it be if not the very person who has been driving him insane all day? The greater side of him says to shoo her away. The lesser side of him says to allow her in and, per usual, risk his heart pulling some ridiculous tactic that’ll only put him back in square one with these curse emotions. 

It’s always the latter. 

“Quickly,” he caves, his tongue a bit sharper than intended.

Mikasa walks in, quietly closing the door behind her before approaching his desk. With a slow huff a breath, he draws his head back down and is surprised to instantly catch her gaze as he only expected her to place the reports down and leave. 

But instead, there she stands. With not one sheet of paper in her hands. 

Levi eyes her dubiously. 

“Where are the reports?” 

Mikasa remains uncharacteristically quiet for a short moment, somehow managing to heighten his nerves more than any gruesome battle he’s ever faced beyond the walls. 

And it’s the rosy tint on her cheeks that make him fear this may be his toughest battle yet. 

“There’s actually something I need to talk to you about,” her voice is timid and he wonders if he’s talking to the same stubborn, sassy brat he’s known, “Or something I need to…tell you rather.” 

There’s a pregnant silence between the two, his heartbeat steady but loud at his ears as he waits. But still she’s silent, and as much as he’s grown a soft spot for her, not even she is exempt from his ill-tempered impatience. 

“Out with it, Ackerman. Or are you going to just stand there and — “ 

“I think I'm in love with you. Captain.”  

Indeed. His toughest battle yet. 

“What?” he still breaths out when he heard her loud and clear. 

“I have feelings for you,” Mikasa clarifies, her cheeks growing rosier, though her tone is frustrated with how her eyebrows are furrowed in what looks like both annoyance and discomfort as she tries to keep her eyes on his, the same face she makes when they bicker, except this time, there’s no bickering. 

Levi is dumbstruck. Both Ackermans are atypical tonight, it seems. He did not expect at all that Mikasa was just going to spit it out, let alone randomly confess her feelings for him. 

Levi tenses. Confess? The soft image of her smile when she gazed at the petal-less rose floats into his vision and then it just hits him like a train. 

Oh. 

OH. 

She meant to confess to him this whole time.

It's silent between them again, and Levi's internally yelling at himself to say something, anything to pull himself out of the mud he's stuck in.

“Quite the sour face you got there for someone who’s confessing something rather romantic.”  

Of fucking course the first thing that comes out of his mouth is his usual brass before anything else, not realizing he spoke out of nervousness until he felt the regret hit when a frown starts to form on Mikasa’s lips. 

“It’s not a joke…” Mikasa says grumpily, but the tinge of hurt doesn’t go unnoticed, “I’d appreciate if it you took me seriously right now.” 

“Who said I wasn’t?” Levi replies straightaway, as though trying to make up for his heedless response earlier. 

“Because you’re not saying anything,” she glares and spits back, and despite the spiteful tone, Levi feels relief from the wave of familiarity her moodiness brings. 

“Sort of threw me a curveball there, Ackerman. Can’t exactly come up with a response on the sp—.” 

“Thought humanity’s strongest is supposed to think fast on his feet,” she bites, “Seems pretty slow to me.” 

He raises a brow, a vein in his forehead twitching.   

“Listen, brat—“ 

“And you don’t have to ‘come up’ with anything. It’s either you do or you don’t, so which is it?” 

The audacity of this girl to speak so sharp to her own superior, demanding answers out of him like he owes her his time, as if she wasn't the one who came into his office unannounced in the middle of the night on a white lie, but he expected nothing less. He never does. How can he? It’s her. It’s Mikasa. It’s always Mikasa. 

It will always be Mikasa.

And he will fold every time.

Her voice is quiet now. 

“Do you...also have feelings for me?”

There's this tone of defeat when she speaks that rubs Levi the wrong way, as if she had came to her own conclusion about his own feelings, that he must not love her back because he didn't respond right away. She's stubborn as she is childish, and he hates that he finds it both endearing and stressful, because it's what makes him blurt out as blunt as possible, without a single thought...

"I do. I've been in love with you for a long time."

Her expression changes from gloomy to that of surprise, her eyes widening slowly as she's processes his words. He hears his heartbeat at his ears again when it occurs to him exactly what he had just done; that he, too, has confessed his feelings for her and there was no taking it back.

Not like he would've anyways.

"Thought the girl of a hundred soldier's is supposed to think fast on her feet," he mocks her earlier comment, using such a tactic to ease the tension between them and turn it into something more familiar and comfortable.

It works. Her blush deepens and he wonders momentarily how far the red goes.

"You're annoying," she huffs, a small tug on the corner of her lips fighting to be hidden.

Levi scoots himself back with his chair, and extends his arms to her, insinuating something quite bold and unlike him at all, he even admits, but it's too late to retract it back. Leave it to her to bring out sides of him that he never thought he'd ever reveal himself.

He is still just a man, after all.

Fortunately, Mikasa doesn't falter or stray away. She makes her way around his desk and takes her offered seat at his lap. It's like second nature the way the his arms wrap around her waist, a natural gesture, and it's when she smiles softly as his face leans up to close the gap between them that Levi admits that perhaps picking petals from a rose isn't so stupid after all.

[hazbinrarepairs]

Seramilla Propaganda: they both are willing to do what they must to try and protect their daughters, (cause even if Emily isn't actually Sera's daughter, to me she seems to act as a motherly figure to her) or otherwise the people they care about, even if it's throught drastic measures.

Emilette Propaganda: I HAVE A LOT TO SAY ABOUT THIS. Character growth: First of all, they would do so well to the other. For instance, Velvette would help Emily to stand up to Sera more confidently, not allow Sera to take the decisions just because she is "wiser and older", also, I see Emily being the sort of person who always puts everyone else above her so Velvette would also help her to think more about herself, prioritize her needs. On the other side, Emily's kindness and sweet heart eventually would inspire Velvette to be a better person, I don't see her stop being a bitch, but she would be less cruel. I think that Velvette would have the opposite development of Emily, thanks to Emily she would learn to think more about the others and not be so self-centered. Relationship growth: They wouldn't get along very well at the beggining, Velvette would think of Emily as a weak brat who doesn't use her powers while Emily would think of Velvette as a selfish abusive girl who takes advantage of everyone else. They would have to get to know each other, and see that things are not that simple and that there is layers, and leave their differences aside, it will be a long, slow burn path until they become friends even. But eventually Emily would be inspired by Velvette to be strong, and Velvette would help her to get back the confidence she lost after being expelled of Heaven, she would also like how Velvette is honest, and would never lie to her like Sera did. On the other side, Velvette would be charmed by the small acts of kindess of Emily towards her, used to people being mean or terrified towards her, is refreshing to see someone aside Vox or Valentino (and we know how they are) being friendly with her, and she would also fall in love because of how dazzling she is without effort, making everyone smile. I think that Emily would be a safe place when she gets tired of the Vees. Both of them would support each other through difficult times. They would grow quite close, until they will eventually develop feelings for each other. Relationship tropes: •Chaggie paralels (https://www.tumblr.com/dallina17/746121072218374144/things-that-chaggie-and-angelic-vogue-share-the?source=share) •Lucililith paralels (The seraphim who defied Heaven and the human that became demon who wants to decide for herself) •Angel x demon overall •She (Emily) fell first but she (Velvette) fell harder •Enemies to lovers •I could fix her/I could make her worse •Slow burn •Words of affirmation and physical touch languages of love I HAVE MORE ABOUT THEM THAT I WILL BE USING AS PROPAGANDA AS THE TOURNAMENT GOES!!

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OMG someone who writes for both hsr AND projsekai???? (whats more, dancae AND akito/toya??) Such a rare find! 😭😭

i would love to req smth for akito/toya but unfortunately lack inspiration 🥹

also a fun fact that I'm unsure if you're aware of, but toya and jp dan heng share the same VA! 🤭👀

Hello hello! I sure do! 🤭❤️

And I can do some AkiToya for you, thankfully my good friend @ticklish-n-stuff is also a big fan and helped with a scenario for everyone to enjoy 😎

And I didn’t know about the JP voice actors actually! 😯 I play all Hoyo games in EN 🤭

Toya smiles as he enters Akito’s bedroom. Seeing his friends nose buried in a textbook and pencil scribbling away was a rare sight.

He leans on the doorframe to savour the moment just a little longer.

“Toya… quit staring, it feels weird.”

“Heh, sorry. It’s nice to see you take your studies more seriously.”

Akito tosses his pencil across his desk and groans as he stretches.

“I’m over it. No more. I’m going to just sing for the rest of my life so why do I need to study?” He huffs.

Toya sighs, he probably should have been more quiet and let his partner focus more.

“Sorry, Akito. I can help if you’d like?”

The orange haired boy scrunches his face. “No.”

“Akito.”

Toya gently scolds, moving to stand behind him and get a better look at what he was trying to work on anyway. It appeared to be an assortment of math questions.

“Look, you’re almost finished this page anyway. Keep going and I’ll check over the answers for you, if they are right then we can go to the nearby park and practice.”

Akito cranes his neck up over the back of the chair to look at the blue haired boy.

“No.”

Stubborn brat.

“No?”

“No.”

“I see…” Toya thinks to himself and then smiles mischievously.

“No.” Akito warns.

“Yes.”

Akito has slower reflexes, so he’s not able to stop Toya’s nimble fingers from digging into his sides.

“GAH! Toya stop!”

Despite his best efforts to bite his lip and keep the giggles at bay, they come spilling out, making his partner chuckle behind him.

“Finish your work.”

“Ahahahaha!!! Toyahahaha! Stahahap!” Akito wriggles around in his desk chair, his knee occasionally hitting the underside of the table and knocking some of his stuff over.

“Someone is going to come knocking soon, are you going to finish your homework?”

“Nahahahahaa!!!”

Toya clicks his tongue and trails his fingers up to his partners armpits, making him laugh more and squirm out of his chair to escape.

“TOYAHAHAHA!!”

“Come on now, let’s go over some of the questions.”

“G-Gehehet off mehehehehee!!”

“How about I start simple? One plus one?”

“What the fuhuhuhck Toya!”

Akito shakes his head as he lays on the ground from the absurdity of Toya’s questions.

“The longer you take to answer the most tickle spots I’ll search for.”

“I-I heheh… w-wahahahahait!” Toya’s fingers explore various spots on Akito’s torso, clawing at his ribs, sides, stomach. He can only squirm side to side under the weight of his friend sitting atop him.

“Would you two shut up!?” Ena appears at the doorway, causing the two to freeze.

“S-Sorry Ena…” Toya sheepishly apologises.

“His knees are his weak spot by the way.” She huffs and closes the bedroom door again, her small smirk not escaping the boys’ notice.

“Toya…”

“Yes?”

“…I will need some help finishing my work.”

“Is that so?” The blue haired boy smiles not so innocently. “Well… let’s get started.”

[perictione00]

Oops!...I Did It Again

Ch 1: It's Complicated

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts/behaviour (please do not read if things like this are triggering for you).

Synopsis: When life was throwing you uncountable curveballs, an unexpected reunion with your high school friend helped you dodge every single one of them. Coping mechanisms leave you both in a complicated situationship. So what happens when one of you ends up catching feelings? The cliche or the unexpected?

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You wonder what your life would've been like if your parents were still alive. Maybe you would have stayed a child for a little longer, enjoyed your life a little longer, without execrating every bitter incident that landed on your lap, and maybe you wouldn't be standing on the edge of a rooftop, drunk, contemplating your next move. It could be so easy to just stop everything and not feel anything any longer. You could be free from all the burden that you've been carrying; you won't have to worry about the deadlines, the debt, the rent, or your sister's school fee. Oh yeah, there it is—the reason you question your decisions whenever you find yourself on the rooftop. You really do love her; you act brave for her sake, and she's your motivation, yet sometimes it all feels so worthless. It doesn't matter when nobody acknowledges your hard work, but it hurts like hell when she doesn't. You try to understand that she's in her rebellious phase and that she's still young; however, you envy her for having the audacity to even disregard you in the first place because you expect her of all people to recognize the effort you put in. Why do you have to grow up and she gets to stay a child, a brat?

"What are you waiting for?", you almost lost your balance as you heard his voice. You slowly turned, only to see a blonde-haired guy with an obviously expensive-looking formal suit. "So you're drunk this time?", he continued as he walked in your direction.

"Heyaaaa, Mr. Richie Rich, what took you sooo loooooong, I missed you shhoooo muuchhh", you weren't sober enough to know how drunk you sounded, but Nanami was. He took your hand with caution as you climbed down the edge. The dark circles under your eyes gave away the reason for your current state. It was evident that you had been overworking yourself for the past few days. You barely had time for yourself, and you had requested Nanami to pick up your sister from her tennis classes twice this week. He was actually shocked to find you a bit too early at the office today as well, and although he wanted to question it, he knew better. There were already way too many rumors about you circulating in the office; he didn't want to add one more by holding a conversation with you.

"Let's go, I'll make dinner", he said as he collected the files and your heels that decorated the rooftop floor.

Nanami closed the door of his apartment as you staggered your way to the very comfortable-looking couch. He knew that you would fall asleep on the couch and that it would be such a pain to wake you up, but the peacefulness on your face changed his mind. This was basically the story of every other weekend, and it was painfully obvious how you both lacked a social life. However, he would rather spend his weekends with you than hold conversations with the people in his company; they were all...tiring and he felt at ease with you, maybe because you both attended the same high school and were part of the same circle. So here he was, almost done heating the leftover miso soup, searing chicken, and preparing parsley sauce to go with it.

Now comes the hard part: waking you up. He remembers that one time, when you had asked him to choose a pokemon that came to his mind when he thought of you, he also remembers how he had immediately answered Snorlax and how, surprisingly, you weren't even offended and instead tried to justify its life style. Of course you didn't need to know that he found Snorlax the cutest of all pokemon.

After 10 minutes of diligence, you were finally awake, cranky but awake at last. He led you to the dining table and served you the miso soup which tasted like heaven. The tofu literally melted in your mouth and the brothy texture was to die for, you could feel yourself sobering. While you were enamored with the taste of the food, Nanami was secretly anticipating your unusual way of appreciating his food, which you did.

"Oh I could just marry you right now", you announced as you pecked his lips, catching him off guard.

To say that Nanami was flustered would be an understatement. The tips of his ears were as red as an apple, and his serious guy exterior was on the verge of breaking. He knew that for you, it wasn't anything unusual because of the peculiar relationship you shared with him; however, actions and words like these never failed to ignite his heart with a hopeful fire. But he couldn't allow himself to give into this fantasy, so he maintained his calm appearance and continued savoring the tender chicken, glancing your way with every bite.

2 years ago

Resigning from a company that contributed to a major part of your income was a big decision, but after working overtime for almost a month and not getting a penny for it, that was your limit. You tried complaining only to find out that some legal document under the company's contract deprived you of many rights that were meant for your protection against exploitation. You seriously should've read it all instead of jumping on the opportunity. And with that, you were left with a series of unpaid bills and your unemployed ass. It was hard to find a great job in a short time period, so you went on for various job interviews and took on multiple part-time jobs that paid enough to keep you going for 4 months. It was during this time that you regretted giving up on your previous job, as the list of redirected emails to inform you that your interest was appreciated but another candidate was chosen for the job was taking a toll on you.

In all honesty, your confidence had hit rock bottom. You really thought you were something, that you stood a chance, only to discover how ignorant you were. It was scary—the prices of basic amenities, the rent, your sister's education, and her growing demands. Falling into a cycle of self-hatred, you slowly forgot about yourself, your needs, and your health; life became all about work. If you wanted to exist in the world, you had to be stable economically; money's everything, and you felt utterly useless. What were you even doing? What were you doing with your life? Did you not have any aspirations? Were you nothing but a fucking coward who gave up the moment things got hard? At the young age of 24, you were having an existential crisis. You were comparing yourself to every person your age who had accomplished more than you ever could, and there was no end to it. Though the vicious cycle did come to an end the day you came across a former classmate Nanami Kento while on a grocery run.

"Oh, I think you dropped th-,", Nanami stopped mid-sentence as he stood astonished, looking at the woman who had dropped her cereal box.

"Nanami! Is that you?", you asked in shock.

Let's just say that the grocery run took way longer than it should have as you both dropped by a cafe to catch up. It was refreshing talking about random things to someone your age, someone you knew. You had to admit that Nanami had changed, not only looking more approachable, but it seemed like he finally had no issue talking to people, you were happy for him, and since you wanted to keep it that way, you kept yourself from inquiring about his job. After a good two hours, you exchanged numbers and bid each other farewell. It turned out to be a great day, as that very day, you were offered a job at a MNC with phenomenal pay, but here's the catch: as you went through the documentation process, you learned that the position of secretary was offered to you. That was shocking, as your credentials and experience were suited more for the marketing department, and you were concerned about the legitimacy of the offer because no one pays that much to a secretary; however, beggars can't be choosers, so you accepted the offer right away.

On your joining day, the morning routine started earlier than usual, as you wanted everything to be perfect, from your fit to your timing. After having breakfast with your sister, you left for work, reaching ahead of time to leave a good impression. The building seemed fancy, with a sweet receptionist who directed you to your new boss, warning you not to enter his office until he called for you. That was weird, but maybe it was because your boss was busy. And it turned out that he was actually busy...fucking a woman, who came out of his office with disheveled hair. It was after you waited for a long time that he called you inside.

He was on his cellphone when you entered the office, wearing a tasteful tuxedo with a matching watch that went well with his blonde hair, leaning back on his chair, ignoring your presence. As you were about to introduce yourself, he raised his index finger to his lips, saying, "Shhh...you must be the new one. I'm Naoya Zenin, head of the consulting department and you must call me Sir."

Ch 2

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[unholydeukae]

Just imagine being between Handong's legs as she looks down at you all mean and her pants straining a lot on the front.

Maybe Gahyeon has been a little brat, so now she's naked with a collar around her throat and the leash in Handong's hand. She expects to be fucked hard, but Dongie will just make her suck her off and no matter how much she whines and grinds against her shoe, she will threaten her with putting her in a chastity belt...

=)

Hello hello :) I assume you're referring to this picture? (Even if not, it definitely fits your idea)

Not gonna lie, Gahyun naked and only in a collar... Holy shit. Do you know these heart-chain-collars? She'd look all pretty in that, looking expectantly up to Dongie, unaware that she's not the one who's gonna get it tonight. I think Dongie is really into being worshipped so I could see her command Gahyun to tell her what a perfect Mistress she is for her, how much she loves being her sub, how she would do anything for her. Probably also some physical worship, making her plant kisses and stuff up her legs and thighs (even over the pants) but not yet allowing her to touch her crotch.

I bet Gahyun is even pretty eager to please, at least in the beginning, because she hopes that if she's good, Dongie will fuck her extra nicely (jokes on her, she won't get fucked at all, but she doesn't know that yet). Dongie, obviously, experiences quite a rush from seeing Gahyun so obediently on her knees and doesn't tell her that all her efforts are pretty much useless.

Once she's satisfied with Gahyun's doings, she makes her pull off her pants (maybe she'd make her use her teeth, just for her personal entertainment) and repeat the whole "I worship your legs" process. At this point, Gahyun is probably already a bit annoyed that she has to be obedient for such a long time without getting any kind of stimulation herself but she's not yet far enough to actually complain. Dongie is obviously aware of that and pushes Gahyun further, allowing her to place kisses and little licks on her balls - she knows that sucking dick is maybe not the girl's favourite thing to do but she likes it nonetheless and especially when she thinks it's beneficial for her own pleasure. So of course, Gahyun is visibly bugged by not even being allowed to blow her. She might even complain but there's always the silent threat of a chastity belt, so she tries her best to stay silent.

Every time Gahyun (accidentally) licks Dongie's shaft instead of her balls, she receives a hard pull on the collar, making her choke and immediately remember her place. I feel like sometimes, Dongie enjoys demonstrating the superiority and power she has over Gahyun even more than actual stimulation. So it probably takes until her dick is leaking precum constantly and nearly touches her abs because it's so hard for her to finally let Gahyun touch it (or lick it. No hands allowed. Actually, maybe Gahyun's hands are tied behind her back 👀). Also, she definitely makes her lick off the precum from her stomach before she lets her take her dick in her mouth.

I bet Gahyun is so desperate at this point that she moans as soon as she takes Dongie in her mouth. Since she's pretty big, it's hard (read: technically impossible) for the younger girl to take her completely in her mouth, also because of the angle, but it's not like Dongie would care about that. More like the opposite, whenever Gahyun bobs her head down and doesn't go down as far as Dongie wants her to, she pulls the leash and even though tears spring to her eyes, the girl does her best to force more of the dick down her throat.

It only happens once or twice that Gahyun tries to let the cock completely out of her mouth to get a full breather but Dongie doesn't see that happening. As soon as the girl moves too far up, a heel digs into her back and forces her back down. Dongie likes passively edging herself by playing with her sub but at some point, even she is close. A bit before she's too close to hold back, she grabs Gahyun's hair with her gloved hand (the leash is in the other) and gives her one single command "breathe in" before she pushes her head as far down on her cock as possible without making the girl throw up. She clearly feels how she's deep inside her throat, how tight it is and when she pulls the leash (for testing purposes only, obviously) she can feel how it slightly presses against her through Gahyun's throat.

Of course, she only holds this for about ten seconds; she might be a strict and fierce Mistress, but she's not cruel. Still, Gahyun wheezes and coughs when she's let up to get air back into her lungs. Dongie enjoys seeing her in such a state, the puffy lips, tear stained eyes, make up smeared across her face - there's only one thing that would make her face even prettier. "Jerk me off." is the next command (she even opens the handcuffs for that) and Gahyun obeys, too shaken by what she went through just now and too hopeful that she'll still get fucked afterwards.

Dongie grips her hair again when Gahyun wraps her hand around her dick and makes sure that she can't move her head anymore. It doesn't take long for the mistress to cum and she purposely positioned Gahyun's head in a way that every drop of her semen lands on her pretty face. Satisfied, she pushes her head away from her to have a better look at the work of art she created.

Gahyun is a whimpering mess now, her wetness has probably spread to her inner thighs already and she wishes for nothing more than her mistress's dick deep inside her pussy. Since she's often more generous after she came, the girl decides to try it with some puppy-eyed begging, pleading to be fucked or at least gotten off in any other way. Dongie pretends to think about it, tilts her head and taps her chin before she says, "alright. You were obedient enough today, so I'll grant you one orgasm. I allow you to hump my shoe to get off. You have five minutes. Starting now."

I think we all hear the disappointed gasp that Gahyun lets out but she knows there's no other chance for her to get off - especially because Dongie tends to say "oh, you didn't want to use this opportunity? I guess you don't need orgasms that much at all then, I'll remember to not give you as many chances anymore then" and she definitely does not want to risk that :) and it's not the first time she has to make work with such a dishonourable way of getting off after all...

[enoughslices]

Do you subscribe to the notion that Scully had a punk phase? If so, when? If not, what style do you think she would like or may have taken up? I could ask the same for Mulder— do you have any preconceived notions of his stylistic choices that we may not have been shown in the show?

- Your Secret Santa!

Hi Secret Santa! I hope you are ready for a TED talk on the one million ways I can imagine Scully's fashion life 😂 First of all, I'm not generally a person with any one strong head canon about most things, so I enjoy it a lot of different ways in fics and art! I can promise you that if you go for whatever style choice feels right to you, I'm going to absolutely love it!! With that being said, I can definitely imagine Scully having had a punk phase, maybe in high school but especially in college. And I think the punk Scully fics and art are always super cute and fun! I could see her being someone whose "teenage rebellion" comes a little late, because canonically she's such a high achiever but also doesn't shy away from making choices her family doesn't understand or support. Like maybe as a teen military brat she just kind of didn't rock the boat but once she's off at college she does all of the style/identity experimentation she didn't do at home yet. In canon she's generally pretty straight-laced in terms of her style, but we do see some examples of her in earlier seasons in like... more fun, put-together casual or casual dressy clothes. So I could also imagine her being one of those people who seem kind of normcore at first glance but as you get to know them, you discover that they're super weird (compliment), actually, it's just lightly disguised by a messy bun, a stanley, and a girlypop fleece (recent era lol, so translated to 80s or 90s just like slightly preppy conservative-casual basics? Not cutting edge or super-duper trendy but also well within the general swath of what was common/popular at the time). I feel like the moire taffeta prom dress is an example of this lolll but 1) that was high school and 2) I'm always in full support of ignoring canon and just vibing however we want to! I do think that the workplace (if it's Quantico or Hoover) isn't really a place she shows her freak (in terms of fashion at least lol) and honestly I think the combo of early 90s + Scully intentionally trying to seem older and more professional at her job can justify a lot of her early season work fashions. Re: Mulder, my hottest take/unpopular opinion is that Mulder's canonical ties aren't actually terrible lmao! For the most part, they're pretty good quality ties that a slightly fashionable guy in the early 90s would have grabbed at a Nordstrom (department store) or whatever and felt pleased with his choices 😂 I see him in general as someone who is a little vain about his appearance; he does take some care with his clothes (I accept the Armani suits they put DD in as fact ahaha), and I do think he kind of wants to be/feel a little bit cool (poor boy lol). Whatever he's wearing when he's younger, I think it probably betrays some striving. Like, he's Trying™️. I also get a lot of joy out of imagining him as an absurd graphic tee guy (esp in AUs but sometimes in other contexts too, goofy cryptid t-shirts, et cetera). He definitely owns some novelty boxers lol. I also think he's the kind of guy who just seems a little cleancut no matter how edgy he tries to be. I headcanon him coming from money based on canon clues (the Martha's Vineyard and multiple properties of it all), but I could imagine him feeling self-conscious about that/trying to distance himself from it a bit when he's younger. Depends on the era/setting I guess, but it's fun to imagine younger him with :spins wheel: floppy hair and a ratty sweater but still just emanating Sad New England Wealthy Puppy Dog Boy against all of his better efforts 😂😂😂 Oh my gosh, I'm sorry for writing you an entire essay! You're the best, Secret Santa! Please do whatever you feel inspired to do and know that I will love it all!! <3 <3 <3

[avatarrecom]

Day 15: Size difference

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Human!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Trying to get the other prompts out asap. Also, I'm curious, do you guys think my kinktober headcanons fit the Recoms? Or not? or would you change certain things about how I write them? And what do you guys think of my characterization?

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch The difference in size between you and him can drive him crazy. You're so small compared to him, completely covered when he hugs you. Your fingers barely wrap around his thumb. His shirt looks like a dress on you. You're his adorable little one. He holds you close, making love to you from behind. His size may be a challenge, but you'll handle it, won't you? He can't even put into words how his shape fills you up, creating a bulge in your belly. He's giving it to you so well, guiding your hand to feel his presence inside you. "Feel that, baby? That's me deep inside you. You're doing so good, taking me so well. Are you proud of yourself? Because I am. You're so lost in pleasure right now, aren't you? What if we have a child together? I bet your belly would look even more beautiful with our little one inside." Don't worry, he won't harm you. He'll take care of you, dressing you in his shirt. Panties and bras? Who needs them? His shirt is enough for someone as cute as you. There's no need to hide your private parts because they all belong to him.

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet Lyle secretly revels in the contrast between your sizes. When he holds you close, he can't help but notice how petite you are compared to him. While he may appear to be affectionately caressing your stomach, he's actually mentally measuring how deeply he can penetrate you. However, he's mindful of not causing any unintentional harm, so he allows you to set the pace. Despite all the preparation he's done beforehand, your tightness still surprises him, causing him to tightly grip the bed sheets as he witnesses your efforts to accommodate him. The sensation of your walls gripping him sends shivers down his spine, testing his self-control. As he observes you whimper whenever you accidentally push too far, he experiences a mix of nervousness and intense arousal. The gentle contractions of your inner walls make him tremble as he struggles to maintain composure. But when he sees that small smile grace your lips and the pride gleaming in your eyes as you finally take him in completely, he finds you irresistibly adorable. He softly praises your accomplishment, urging you to relax and let him take charge.

🍬 Recom Z-dog I’m pretty sure that when she’s fingering you, her fingers feel like a thin, but long human sized cock. So her size kink isn’t exactly fixated on that, but more on how she has to get on her knees to kiss you or you have to climb on something to reach her lips. Loves how she can pin your hands with one hand and barely any effort. She also loves how she can pin your entire body with hers. If you’re being a brat and you pissed her off, she definitely picks you up and holds you under her arm like a football while she storms back to her room to fuck the brat outta you.

🥽 Recom Walker Same as Z-dog. But she also loves to pin you against the wall, slot her thick thigh between your legs and with her knee against the wall, she slides her leg up until you’re literally sitting on her thigh and you’re face to face with her so she can kiss you.

😎 Recom Mansk He's a massive guy, and he can't help but notice how small you are compared to him. It's like you're fragile and delicate in his arms, and it drives him crazy. Your hands can barely wrap around his impressive size, and it's a sight to behold. Because of the difference in size, he feels this overwhelming need to protect you, to shield you from anything that might harm you. And he absolutely loves it. But don't be fooled, because as soon as he knows you want him to take control, he'll do it without hesitation. Thankfully, he'll make sure you're ready for it, because otherwise, it would be a real challenge to handle all of him. And even with all the preparation, it's still an incredibly intense experience that leaves you in tears after just half of him. But he'll be there, whispering the sweetest words of encouragement, reminding you how well you're doing and urging you to keep going. Once he's fully inside you, he'll make sure that you can't think of anything else but him and his cock. It's a mind-blowing experience that will leave you completely captivated by him.

🧯 Recom Prager He only discovered his size kink when you entered his life. The stark contrast between your tiny frame and his larger stature excites both of you. Behind closed doors, however, he takes advantage of this size difference. His strength, combined with his significant size advantage, turns you both on. He effortlessly pins your wrists above your head with one hand, or holds your waist with both hands, his fingers barely touching due to your small size. Initially, he worried about hurting you during sex, given his girthy and large cock. But you reassured him, and he cautiously entered your petite boy. The sight of his length slowly entering you drove him wild. You were amazed at how clearly you could see him inside you, with each thrust causing a visible bulge. Your first time together was shocking, but now that you're deep into your relationship, he ensures that you feel every sensation. His tip hits your cervix, and the veins on his shaft press against your velvety walls. Despite the roughness of the sex, he excels at providing aftercare.

⚕️ Recom Ja He's not necessarily into size, but once he knows it turns you on, get ready. He's not only well-endowed, but also tall, and it really boosts his ego when you kneel before him and he towers over you. He'll use your eagerness to convince you to take more than you think you can handle. He loves watching you wrap your lips around him and try to take as much as you can in your mouth. "Hmm, not quite enough. Keep going, you can go deeper. If you do a good job, maybe I'll fuck you later." It really turns him on when your eyes water from trying to deepthroat him, so he starts thrusting into your mouth until you paw at his legs, desperate for air. You're drooling and flushed when he pulls back and wipes his thumb across your pink, swollen lips from trying to give him the best blowjob possible. By the time he flips you onto your stomach, you're mindlessly begging for him to completely ravage you, and he's more than happy to oblige.

🧢 Recom Brown He loves to praise and guide you as you take him inside you, even if you're initially hesitant about his size. Most of the time, you're on top of him and he'll hold onto your hips possessively, leading you down onto him. Despite his sweet words, he won't give you a break and will make sure you take all of him if he has to. When you're a trembling mess, he'll gently rub circles on your hip bones with his thumbs while you try to adjust to him. "You look amazing, Love. Look how well you're handling me. How does it feel to be so full?" He takes his time, starting off slow because he wants you to feel every inch of him entering you, driving you crazy. He'll make you lift your hips until he almost slips out, only to push you back down and make you feel that sensation of being filled over and over again. Only when you start moaning his name in pure pleasure, he'll pin you down and finally take you like you've been begging him to do.

📿 Recom Lopez Loves to surprise you with his size, making you struggle to accommodate him and squirm from the sudden stretch. Even when tears threaten to spill, he pushes you further, ignoring your pleas to slow down. He gets off on your desperation, especially when you sob about his size. "Weren't you just drooling over how big I am? Now you want me to stop? You're not going to be a good little human and take it? What a shame..." He acts like he's going to leave you hanging, but you quickly claim that you can handle it. He has you begging for his cock again in seconds because you secretly enjoy the burn. His dirty talk becomes even filthier. If you try to stop him by pressing your hands against his chest, he pins your wrists above your head and fucks you mercilessly.

⛓️ Recom Fike  When you start complimenting him on his size, he'll be surprised to learn about the size kink. After getting over his initial embarrassment, he'll demand that you tell him how much you love his cock. Shower him with praise about how good and big he feels, and let him know that he's the biggest you've ever had. In return, he'll reward you with relentless thrusts that make you moan into the mattress. He'll even start leaking pre-cum when you agree with him, but you'll still beg him to slow down a bit because he's too big, too deep, too fast. However, you won't want to let go of his cock, so he'll keep going, pushing even deeper than before. Let him know that you're going to cum soon and that his cock is the only one that makes you feel this good and full. He'll want to imprint the feeling of his dick inside your memories as he fucks you until you scream his name.

[shalomniscient]

A 'Path to Nowhere' Equestrian AU sounds really interesting. I'm most intrigued by Dressage Rider Shalom and especially Dressage Rider Rahu. You're 100% correct in thinking that Rahu would be an incredible Dressage Rider. So, if it's possible and you want to write it, could I request PTN Equestrian AU Headcanons primarily centered around / focused on both Dressage Rider Shalom and Dressage Rider Rahu? Thank you!

a little fast and loose on this one anon, since in truth i don’t have that many thoughts just yet? in terms of what would actually happen in this au in terms of plot/conflict (which might be a strange thing to be hung up about but i can’t help but want all my bases covered when i write shdhskdkjc 🥹🥹)

EQUESTRIAN AU HEADCANONS || ptn

cw. none

SHALOM

Right off the bat, I’d say Shalom doesn’t actually ride competitively all that often due to her consitution. She used to ride more, before an incident occured that left her physically weaker than before.

Nonetheless, she’s a damn good rider. Her horse, Rebel, a blue-roan thoroughbred is monstrous to anyone other than her. It’s a little funny—the stables she learned riding at gave Rebel to her in an effort to discourage her from starting dressage. After all, who would take a hot-blooded horse like a thoroughbred into a dressage arena? And in what world would some Syndican brat lucky enough to be adopted by a Paradeisian family actually be able to tame such a creature, when even the best trainers in Eastside have failed?

Of course, Rebel and Shalom prove all their detractors very wrong when they end up taking to one another, forming a bond that carried them all the way to national championships.

Rebel is innately tuned to Shalom’s emotions. Shalom is always calm, and seems almost detached, but Rebel is an excellent way to gauge how she’s really feeling. If Rebel’s agitated, best believe Shalom is also secretly plotting your death. If Rebel is calm, then you’re in the clear. Rebel is also very protective of his rider, and will obediently follow Shalom around like an oversized dog whenever he can.

As a rider, Shalom is just picture-perfect. Part of dressage that riders are evaluated for is encouraging the horse to do something with the least amount of effort possible—the judges shouldn’t be able to, or it should at least be very subtle, see you direct your horse. And Shalom is incredibly good at that.

Also, Shalom has never fallen off Rebel. Firstly because Rebel would never buck her, and secondly because she’s surprisingly sticky (difficult to dismount) in the saddle.

RAHU

To Rahu, I’d feel like riding is a form of therapy. A way to destress from the weight of the world and disconnect from whatever that’s haunting her by making her focus on something else.

She got her start simply by working as a stablehand mucking stalls until one of the stable managers, Varna, offered to teach her how to ride using her own horse. Rahu would end up showing immense potential as a rider, and after Rahu wins her first rookie dressage tournament on Varna’s horse, the older woman manages to strong-arm management into getting Rahu her own horse—Rain, a beautiful black Swedish Warmblood around 16 hands tall.

Rahu and Rain didn’t bond immediately like Rebel and Shalom. It was more of a slow, natural progression. Rain, as a Swedish Warmblood, has a naturally calm disposition, which makes her a good foil to Rahu’s sometimes feral nature. Rain won’t let Rahu on until Rahu relaxes properly. It took a while, but Rain and Rahu eventually form a really strong bond.

Rain and Rahu, together, won several local dressage tournaments. Rahu even becomes somewhat of a local celebrity, with droves of girls coming to watch her compete and catch the legendary ‘dressage prince’ in action. Apparently the combination of coat, gloves and breeches was something the town girls found very attractive—but Rahu wouldn’t know, too preoccupied on winning as she is.

As a rider, Rahu is the kind that’s too stubborn to quit. She’s fallen off many, many times, but she always finds her way back into the saddle. I feel like Rahu is the hard work kind of rider more than a naturally talented rider, who gets up earlier than everyone else to tack up and get some rounds in the arena before dawn, and it pays off, of course, when she ends up winning competition after competition.

[elaho]

Stardew Valley MBTI x Enneagram: Haley

Following my last post about the Stardew marriage candidates and their MBTI types, I've been learning more about Enneagram, how it pairs with MBTI, and how it changes some of the typical characteristics of each type.

The Enneagram and MBTI complement each other wonderfully, providing greater depth and understanding of how a person interacts with the world [Cognitive Functions] and their motivations why [Core Desire/Core Fear].

Here are my thoughts on the MBTI and Enneagram pairs for Haley.

Haley - ESTJ 3w4: “The Professional”

“ESTJ 3w4s are ambitious people with a sprinkle of creativity. This personality type is goal-oriented and works harder than most. Because of their wing, they go about their tasks in a unique way.” - Personality Hunt

Haley’s Core Desire: To be successful and unique

The core desire of the ESTJ 3w4 is to be successful, using their wing to create a unique path for themselves.

Haley's desire for success isn't stated outright, but her actions and the dialogue about her in-game indicate that she's looking to achieve a certain level of 'societal success'.

However, she doesn't want to 'succeed' in the traditional way of actively working to gain success. Instead, she wants her own success to be achieved for her 'uniqueness'. By channelling her efforts into cultivating and maintaining her physical beauty, she aims to become the perfect trophy wife for someone rich and live a lavish life of luxury.

"Emily's friend had this swimsuit shipped to me from all the way out in Zuzu City. City fashion is on a whole different level, isn't it?"

"Laying out on a tropical beach.*sigh* I think I've finally found my place in the universe."

"This town is so small. It sucks. I have to drive, like, twenty miles to buy any decent clothes. That's why I usually just order online."

"I've decided I am going to organize my clothes today. I'll have to throw out all of last year's styles to make room for the new ones!"

“I wish Haley would get a job or at least contribute to cooking and cleaning. I think she's hoping to marry someone rich.”

Haley’s Core Fear: To be a failure or seen as a failure

The core fear of the ESTJ 3w4 is to be a failure or be seen as a failure, even if they know they aren't. Appearances matter a lot to 3w4s, both in how they see themselves and how they're viewed by others. However, Haley's desire for success goes beyond simple ambition. She seems obsessed with maintaining a flawless standard of beauty: perfectly tan skin, skin-kissed blonde hair, the latest fashion trends, flawless makeup and accessorizing, etc., Whom she associates with is also an important factor in appearing successful, such as having the 'perfect boyfriend' [Alex] and distancing herself from her 'weird' sister and others in her community.

Her behaviour leads many to believe she's just a spoiled brat who was babied by her parents, but in reality, Haley is afraid of failure; deep down she thinks she isn't good enough.

So to ease her own fears and insecurities, she tries to keep up with the impossible beauty standards she imposes on herself and hyper-focuses on how she is perceived by others who have, [in her eyes], achieved success.

Her pride prevents her from being honest with herself and accepting criticism from others when it matters.

“She should take the 'high road'? What's that supposed to mean? You think I'm being a baby, huh?”

“I'll be fine on my own...Thanks for the memories. Why are you still clinging to me? Go live your own life.”

“Haley is too proud to be heartbroken over the divorce... Or at least to show it.”

"My sister is so weird. Sometimes I wonder if we're actually related."

"I'm feeling an urge to go shopping. Ugh! I wish there was a mall here."

"…Well, I guess I used to like Alex. But not anymore! He's immature."

"I've never been to the forest. It's muddy and I could get a blister on my foot."

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How Enneagram 3w4 changes typical ESTJ behaviour:

New Strengths

1. Less Extroverted

"ESTJ are already introverted extroverts. The spectrum shifts even more with ESTJ 3w4s. Because of their wing, this personality type will crave alone time and autonomy.

So, expect them to be less social than typical ESTJs. It also means there’s a constant battle between type 3 and type 4 regarding human interaction.

The extent to which this applies depends on the strength of their wing." - Personality Hunt

Examples:

“Um... Yes? I didn't hear you, I'm thinking about something else.”

“Haley is ignoring you.”

“*sigh*...what do you think I should do today? I'll probably take a nap later.”

"I spent 3 hours practicing my signature today. I guess that's pretty silly, huh?"

"The only good thing about winter is that I get to sleep more. I like at least 10 hours of sleep every night."

2. More Interested in Fashion

Type 3s care about outward appearances and type 4s care about being unique, so it makes sense that ESTJs would be more interested in fashion.

Combined with their exceptional cognitive skills at strategizing [Te] and ability to maintain standards [Si], the primary goal of the ESTJ 3w4 is to create a lasting impression with their fashion sense.

Examples:

“Hmm... If it weren't for those horrendous clothes you might actually be cute.”

“Do you wear those clothes every day?”

"I'm going to start writing a list of all the clothes I need for next spring."

"I think I'm starting to realize that clothes aren't the most important thing. Right? I still like clothes, though. I mean, what's wrong with expressing yourself a little?"

3. More Creative

ESTJs are very pragmatic people who look to achieve tangible results in their daily lives. However, the ESTJ 3w4 is slightly different. Their enneagram makes them more creative and future-oriented than typical ESTJs.

As a result, they often have a good idea of what they want their near future to look like and infuse more art and creativity into their goals and lifestyle.

Examples:

“My name means 'field of hay', but I like to imagine it as a meadow full of sunflowers..."

“Wow, look at how the sunlight sparkles on the horizon! I bet the sunsets here would make for an amazing photo. I have to remember to bring my camera next time.”

"I felt like I had no direction in life before I met you. Now I have exactly what I want."

"We've got to make sure the farm is cute! That might be important… right, honey?"

“I cooked dinner last night. It actually turned out okay! But I did make a huge mess in the kitchen..."

"Hi, honey. Hey... I have an idea... I want to get everyone together for a charity cake-walk. Uh... It's kind of like musical chairs, but everyone wins and gets cake! You'll see...”

4. Status Conscious

"Type 3 is overly interested in what people think of them or how they’re perceived. This interest drives them to preserve their self-image. It also goes side by side with their need to look fashionable.

This has its advantages. ESTJ 3w4s are more likely to be noticed first. This can aid their careers." - Personality Hunt

Examples:

“Emily's friend had this swimsuit shipped to me from all the way out in Zuzu City. City fashion is on a whole different level, isn't it?

"This town is so small. It sucks. I have to drive, like, twenty miles to buy any decent clothes. That's why I usually just order online. What?”

“Hmm. What brand is your shirt? Oh. Um, never mind.”

"You got Haley to marry you, huh? I always figured she was out of your league!"

"I'll admit… I was a little jealous when you and Haley got married."

5. More Sensitive

ESTJs aren't known for being sensitive. They are Thinkers first and foremost, making them less sensitive to emotions and feelings [of others and their own]. Using logical reasoning, they prefer to communicate in a straightforward, matter-of-fact way that can often make them overly blunt, tactless, or dismissive.

ESTJ 3w4s are different. While they retain their inner logic, they are much more tactful and emotionally aware than typical ESTJs.

Once she connects more to her Introverted Feeling [Fi], Haley begins revealing the more sensitive, thoughtful, and empathetic part of herself. However, ESTJs tend to be very private about their innermost feelings and desires, so they only open up to people they are close to and trust.

Examples:

“Did you see last night's episode of 'Tears'? *sob*... I can't believe Kyle and Amy broke up...”

“Yesterday I found a seagull with her wing caught in a net. I set her free, of course. She looked so helpless, the poor thing.”

“...Maybe [my great-grandma’s bracelet will] wash up on another shore. I can't bear to think of it at the bottom of the ocean.”

“Fall is kind of sad for me... everything is dying.”

"I talked to my sister for a while last night. I actually enjoyed it quite a bit. You know, Emily's not actually that weird. I guess we have more in common than I used to think. Don't tell her I said so."

New Weaknesses

1. Can be Self Absorbed

"[Being an ESTJ type 3 with a] type 4 as a wing comes some weaknesses. One of them is the tendency to become self-absorbed. When stressed or unhealthy, ESTJ 3w4s might become wrapped in their bubble.

During these periods, they might become hypersensitive to any situation they find themselves. It can make them feel really special or cursed. Regardless of how they feel, it can make their loved ones feel like outsiders." - Personality Hunt

Examples:

“I feel the urge to go shopping. *sigh*”

“Your name is Farmer, right? I keep forgetting.”

"I wish someone would bring me a peppermint coffee. Don't even bother, I know you won't be able to make one."

[Spouse Flower Dance Accept] "*sigh*… My days of being Flower Queen are over… so it's a bittersweet dance for me."

"*sigh* I could really go for a cupcake right now. Do you need something?"

"I'm feeling an urge to go shopping. Ugh! I wish there was a mall here."

2. Competitive Streak

Type 3s are competitive people and while this can be admirable, it can also get out of hand. Combined with Haley's desire to be unique, her competitiveness comes out when comparing herself to the farmer, especially in the beginning of their relationship.

She constantly critiques the farmer's choice of clothes, profession, and even their smell. She is especially ruthless towards the female farmer, implying that Haley views her as competition.

Examples:

“Nice shoes. Are those made out of plastic?”

“Nice makeup. Or wait... Are you even wearing any?”

“Hmm... If it weren't for those horrendous clothes you might actually be pretty... Actually, never mind.”

"Don't you get tired of running around on that farm all day, or whatever it is you do? I couldn't stand getting all dirty like that. You probably get a nice tan, though."

“Getting the perfect tan is an art form...It's kind of like toasting a marshmallow... you have to rotate the body just right.”

"Ew, you're all dirty."

"Do you wear those clothes every day?"

"Hmm… Something smells weird…You've been working on the farm, huh?"

3. Excessive Focus on Self Image

"As stated earlier, self-image is important to ESTJ 3w4s for good reasons. However, when this is taken too far, it can cause problems.

This personality type can become too focused on self-image that they prioritize over anything else.

Thus, they may have fake lives and lie to seem more appealing. This can affect their personal relationships. ESTJ 3w4s need to sort out what’s most important." - Personality Hunt

Examples:

"Maybe I'll donate some of my skirts to a charity this spring. I mean, I do have over 1,000 skirts."

“Is that a grass stain on your knee? Sorry, I'm allergic to grass.”

“I've never been to the forest. It's muddy and I could get a blister on my foot.”

“My sister is so weird. Sometimes I wonder if we're actually related.”

4. Eternal Battle for Self-Identity

The conflict between type 3's need for image preservation and networking and type 4's need for independence can create a life-long inner battle for the ESTJ 3w4.

This can lead the ESTJ to wear facades for long periods, and if left for too long, cause them to lose sight of their core values and what they really want in life [especially if they get disconnected from their Fi]. In extreme cases, ESTJ 3w4s can spend their entire lives trying to discover who they really are.

Examples:

“I need to find some kind of hobby other than shopping. I've decided I want to expand my horizons. Maybe I should learn to play the mini-harp?”

"Shopping just doesn't sound as fun as it used to. What's happening to me? Hmm..."

“I should start reading some books instead of magazines. It's good to learn things, isn't it? I only ever look at the pictures.”

“I never thought I'd say this, but the country lifestyle really suits me.”

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Conclusion

Haley is one of those characters that, whether players love her or hate her, has more going on than what first impressions imply. We're first introduced to her as a mean, shallow, self-absorbed, spoiled brat of a 'princess' who only seems to care about her tan lines and when her next shopping trip will be.

However, once we get past her 'mean girl' facade, we see someone deeply afraid of failure or being labelled a failure. As a result, because she tries so hard to keep up with trends and outward indicators of 'success', Haley doesn't really know who she is and what she wants out of life.

Her friendship with the farmer helps her to get more in touch with her Introverted Feeling [Fi], her weakest function as an ESTJ. Once she does, she begins to define for herself what it truly means to be successful, regardless of external standards or expectations.

She starts to find meaning and purpose in embracing nature, getting into photography, and helping others in her community. She even organizes an entire charity event by herself, infusing her creativity and passion for cake into the event to raise money for Jas’ and Vincent’s education.

"Hey! Oh, good, you brought the cake!.. It's a pretty good turnout [for the charity cake walk], huh? Thanks everyone for joining in. We raised over 5,000g!... It was a big success! Thanks for helping out, honey.”

She comes to cherish the town she was once so desperate to escape from to be successful, and instead, finds meaning, value, and joy in being a part of her tight-knit farming community.

"I used to complain about this town being so small, but I've grown to like it. If it was much bigger it wouldn't feel like a community."

"I felt like I had no direction in life before I met you. Now I have exactly what I want."

Do you agree that Haley is an ESTJ 3w4? If not, what type do you think she is? Let me know your thoughts in the comments :)

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Personality Hunt: ESTJ 3w4 - The Complete Guide

[daeneryspilled]

Honestly, I think the Alicent stans are gleeful about what the show did to Alicent's character because now they can fully indulge in their dislike of Rhaenyra (all Targaryen women because apparently, they're all evil whores who don't fit into the image of a perfect Westerosi Lady), prop up Alicent's "suffering" as something aesthetically pleasing, and fixate on Alicent being a repressed lesbian "betrayed" by her crush and how Rhaenyra is a spoiled brat who abused poor baby Alicent. Don't even get me started on the constant comparisons they make between Sansa Stark and Alicent Hightower. "ALICENT WALKED SO SANSA STARK COULD RUN!" The theme is not only worrisome but nauseating.

that seems to be the case, doesn’t it anon? i think it feels vindicating for them, due to the whole ‘she spent her entire life suffering in the name of duty and honor, she deserves a conciliation prize’ like you mentioned (maybe there’s some deeper trauma that needs to be looked into for some of them idk) as if said 'prize' doesn’t end up costing her her entire family. the way they’ve written her in the show just screams the glorification of abuse. she’s allowed to physically, mentally, and emotionally abuse her own kids in their eyes bc she too was abused, every misdeed she commits is because she was abused, etc. she isn’t allowed to just want her son on the throne despite the set-back it would do to women, she has to have some sort of sob story to make her seem more sympathetic bc women can’t just be against other women without reason (eye roll) or be antagonistic in general without reason. the queer plot-line was also not needed seeing as it was doomed to fail from the start and its existence dives deep into queerbaiting and even racist territory; subsequently, they decided to make the velaryon’s black and then completely sideline laena, rhaenyra’s actual queer love interest, in order to uplift and pair the sad white woman with her instead (which is strange since it seems like most rhaenicent shippers loath rhaenyra, but i digress). she’s not a complex character; she’s one-dimensional, inconsistent, AND the result of hypocritical writers not being able to understand that victimization doesn’t automatically mean interesting.

it also feels like half the time her stan's can’t decide if all of her suffering is bc of the men in her life, or if it’s *somehow* all rhaenyra’s fault that she was put in that position. the show has attempted to switch the power dynamics at play by aging alicent down and rhaenyra up, but it doesn’t work simply bc alicent still has more power than her as queen consort (and still spends around 10 years without otto's influence bullying and ostracizing rhaenyra, which is not how a mother terrified for her children's lives would act in the face of their would-be murderer). furthering that, the lack of critical thinking skills is blatant in this fandom and shows when they attempt to vilify the targaryen's (especially the women, yikes) because they only do so to uplift their own boring favs. show!alicent, and by extension, both media's versions of helaena, are passive characters who conform to and uphold the patriarchy, they’re the perfect type of women for incels and pick-me’s to glomp onto to ‘prove’ they’re not misogynists (see? we DO like women! (only if they’re submissive and don’t fight back ofc)).

the only comparisons between sansa and alicent would be their show characters. only the latter half of got for sansa makes any since comparison wise. she too was a character that was further victimized to make her seem more interesting and righteous in the show writers efforts to make her qitn (and also to further the bullshit mad queen dany plot line). sansa is still quite a compelling character without adding in an unnecessary rape plotline, but if they hadn’t included it the only similarities between these two women are that both are apparently redheads (nope) and bastard-phobic (debatable). that right there is where any and all similarities end. in reality, alicent is the cersei to rhaenyra’s sansa, not the other way around.

the fact that many consumers (especially the women) seem to like the adding of an abuse storyline to these characters is so gross, and really telling of how the media has construed the reaction one should have to gender-based violence (or benevolent sexism). they condemn and pity these characters for what they go through, but in the same breath, praise the writers for adding ‘nuance’ to these women’s stories. worrisome indeed.

[cevansbrat0007]

If GP Andy is still accepting questions...what would he say is the kinkiest thing he and his wife ever got up to? Does he have anything else left on like a sexual bucket list he wants to try?

Summary: Andrew Barber is back to answer even more of your burning questions about his relationship dynamic with his wife. This time involving his various kinks and his sexual bucket list. Written from Andy's POV. Also, check out Volume I.

Warning: the following response contains mature themes, including references to sexual kinks, ass play, role play, D/s lifestyles, spanking, blackmail, oral sex, ex-boyfriends, BDSM clubs, cursing, and more. Minors DNI.

A/N: This installment of A Word with Andy Barber also contains a brief reference to my fic, Happy Place, Interrupted. For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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So, it’s recently come to my attention through Baby Girl that we’ve received another question. I say “we” because I only feel comfortable answering these with her approval. We’re a team, my princess and I, and I never want to make her uncomfortable. As with the last correspondence, I have permission to answer your questions however I see fit – provided that I remain honest and that I share my answers with my brat when I’m finished. 

No problem. Let’s dive in, shall we? 

Hmm. The kinkiest thing my wife and I have ever done. Everyone seems to have their own idea on what qualifies as kinky these days, which is fine. Just keep in mind that what works for us and our marriage may not necessarily work for you. 

It’s not a secret that Baby Girl and I are big into role-play. We do it quite a bit actually. And while I tend to be the dominant force or the aggressor in a scene, we do occasionally shake things up. Recently, Mrs. Barber took on the role of a very ambitious employee who was committed to blackmailing her boss in an effort to move up the corporate ladder. 

She had also come into several very incriminating photos as well. I mean, she threatened to tell my wife and ruin my good name in the process if I didn’t see to her needs. What choice did I possibly have but to satisfy her? 

After all, she was going to tell my wife!  

And once I let her take the reins and run the show, we both got really into it. By the way, this wasn’t just a single scene, but one of many that spanned a little over a month. We met several times at the house and at various hotels – when we could, of course.

Sometimes life gets in the way of our play. Especially when you happen to have four kids. One of the times we had a pre-planned rendezvous, we got a call that Rory threw up during recess. Which meant we had to cancel so that one of us could go pick her up from school.

Anyway, what made this game especially kinky for me was that I allowed my supposed blackmailer to take even more pictures of myself in a few rather compromising positions. Which may or may not have included a video of her…

Fingering my ass. 

I’d never had it done before. And sure we had talked it over quite a bit beforehand. My lady and I watch porn together, so we’d seen videos. I’m not saying that I plan on letting Baby Girl shove a dildo up my ass anytime soon – the concept of pegging makes my dick wilt – but the whole experience was definitely different. And once she found my prostate, I came like a fucking geyser. 

After that, she sat on my face and ordered me to eat her until she was satisfied. She recorded that as well, and even played both back for me the last time we met up, just in case I got too cocky and thought about blowing the whistle on the whole thing. 

Guess that just means that I’ll have to keep doing what my blackmailer says so she doesn’t release the goods. Again, it’s not like I have much of a choice. Right? I figure I’ll be on the hook with this one for a while. 

At least until her promised promotion comes through. 

Anyway, Baby Girl also enjoys playing the role of a bored trophy wife. Which usually makes me the resident handyman. This particular scene always starts out fairly sweet and benign, but then evolves into something altogether different. 

It’s my job to try to resist her advances. But the more I do that, the more persistent and dominant my little wife (sorry, employer) often becomes. Last time, she somehow tied me up and subjected me to the most delicious bouts of torture… 

And I enjoyed every goddamned minute of it. 

I’m telling you that I never thought I would be into situations where I wasn’t the aggressor. But with her, I do. Honestly, I feel like I could spend hours watching fucking paint dry with that woman, and she would find a way to make it a good time.

Probably because we’d end up fucking on the floor or something. Whatever. I don’t know. Let’s just blame the nonexistent paint fumes, alright? 

Moving on.

In the spirit of sharing, I will also tell you that my wife and I enjoy meeting as “strangers” at random bars so that I can pick her up . I usually let her lead in those scenarios and base my various approaches on whatever vibe she presents me with that night. My Baby Girl loves it, as do I. The only thing I don’t enjoy is when other men take it upon themselves to hit on her too.  

Because she doesn’t always wear her wedding ring when we play. Drives me up the fucking wall. But since it can sometimes be an unintended consequence of the game, I usually just force myself to grit my teeth and let that shit ride. 

After all, what those ignorant fucks don’t realize is the woman they’re tripping over themselves for already has a man – me. And one way or another, she’s going home with that man tonight – whether it’s on my arm or over my shoulder. Truthfully, I don’t much care which way she chooses. But those are my sweet little brat’s only options.  

On to the next question. It seems you’re curious about my sexual bucket list. Fair question. My wife and I occasionally frequent a certain club. As I’m sure you can gather, these types of clubs are geared towards people with particular interests.

And yes, we are both members.

Baby Girl and I go together – I wouldn’t damn let my woman set foot in there by herself. Not that she’d allow me to ever go alone either. Even though I used to before I met her. At the time it seemed like the only way to get my needs met, but in all reality, I was engaging in some serious self-discovery.

For anonymity purposes I won’t give the name of the venue, but visiting always makes for an entertaining night out. We have rules for these nights of course. One that I’ll share with you all is that she wears a collar at all times. This is a must. And she’ll earn herself a spanking if she takes it off.

I might as well go out on a limb and tell you a little more about the collar, shouldn’t I? In case you were wondering, it’s made of black leather with the words “Daddy’s Girl” embossed on the front in pink rhinestones. It was actually her idea, funny enough. She surprised me with it way back when she realized that I possessed a bit of a housewife kink.   

But back to the club. Thanks to our nights out, I’ve learned that my princess can be a bit of a voyeur. She likes to watch other people during scenes. Nothing too crazy. But knowing how wet she gets seeing people enjoying a dash of pain with their pleasure…

Just anticipating the breathy sighs and delicate whimpers that are sure to come as she clings to me, her Daddy, gets me hard as fuck. Lately, Baby Girl has expressed a serious desire to (maybe) perform while others are watching us during a scene. 

At first I was against the idea. In case you didn’t already know, I can be one hell of a possessive bastard. She and I have been together a long fucking time already and I don’t plan on changing any time soon. I just don’t. And in that same vein, I also don’t want anyone seeing my woman the way that only I have been allowed to see her. 

Look. I know she had two other partners before me, but I don’t give a fuck. I will continue to pretend like they don’t exist unless one of them feels like showing up at my front door. I’m looking at you, Malcolm Waters. Fuck around and find out again if you want to, buddy. 

That aside, I simply don’t like the idea of anyone who isn’t me knowing what Baby Girl looks like when she cums. It’s a beautiful sight that simply isn’t meant to be shared. Nor do I want them seeing her body, not when every inch of those sweet, luscious curves belong to me.

Daddy doesn’t fucking share. It is what the fuck it is. 

But since she was apparently expecting my reluctance, my Baby Girl came prepared with a compromise. What she wants instead is for me to punish her during our scene and then “force” her to suck me off as penance. I get to choose where I want to cum – be it in her mouth, on her face, or on her chest. 

I’d be lying if I said the thought didn’t excite me. And if the situation proved to be too much for either one of us, we could always tap out and resume the scene again behind closed doors. But even though it’s a tentative thing, I suppose you could throw it on our list. Now, how’s that for an answer?

As always, I hope my above responses to all of your questions will continue to suffice for the time being. Thank you for being so respectful. And again, should you find yourself with more, please feel free to pass them along.    

Sincerely, Andrew Barber

[strudelbumsen]

Some semi-refs for my BTD/horrorporn OCs! They got a bit of a revamp and redesign.

Top left: Sammy Lovejoy (29, they/them) A stereotypical surface level activist except gone horribly wrong. Sammy stalks down, kidnaps, and kills bigots that they find online, and they stream it to get monetary compensation for their "hard work making the world better." Sammy's activism is incredibly performative and shallow, and they are not in any way an actual good person that cares for those around them. They are a sadist who uses the veil of activism to enact skewed 'justice' that really helps no one in the end. They are very tech savvy, and they program a completely new website for every stream, which has helped them avoid capture so far. The inaccessibility of their work is a saving grace against the cops. Sammy is deaf and uses hearing aids.

Top right: Riley (25, he/she/they) A Strade MC who has the disorder CIPA, which causes them to be unable to feel pain. Strade was immediately fascinated by this and injured them very heavily the first three days she was there. Strade cut off two fingers on each of his hands, as well as causing a huge amount of blood loss that Riley was unaware of and therefore unable to alert him to. Strade did begin noticing the symptoms, and was slightly terrified at the idea of losing such a fun toy. Riley was brought upstairs to live with him and Ren through their recovery, but it ended up being permanent. Riley and Ren get along very well, and their eye patch was a gift from Ren that he sewed together himself.

Bottom left: Rhett (30, he/him) A coyote beastkin and Strade & Fox MC. Strade kidnapped this sad little guy very easily, in fact Rhett just went home with him, thinking it might be a one night stand kind of thing, only to be knocked out inside the door. Strade loved his screaming and cries, what can I say, he has a thing for canidae. Rhett was kept, owned. Strade loved to pit Ren and Rhett against each other and have them fight half to the death for his entertainment. Rhett lived with Strade and Ren all the way up to Strade's death. He was there to watch Ren spiral about the hurt and trauma of it, but was too weak-willed to change his inevitable course of becoming Fox. Ren grew a slight hatred for Rhett, blaming him for Strade being gone and for all the bad he has ever been hit by, loathing him for listening to Strade's orders and beating him within an inch of his life nearly daily. Rhett was the one to be beat up now, being tortured or otherwise fucked with through the entire day every day. And when Fox had traumatized him to the point he was no longer fun, he sold him just like any other pet.

Bottom right: Leigh/Le-le (nonhuman so age not applicable but an adult of her species, she/her) Leigh is a merrow, and her species is capable of taking on a human-like form and breathing on land for a good amount of time. They do need to go back to the water eventually in between sessions of using the ability. Merrow are also capable of human speech, but it can come across as very child-like, slurred, and stilted. More of a mimicry of speech than actual talking. Leigh is kind of a spoiled brat, she is very conventionally attractive to her species and therefore was handed most everything she wanted in life with no effort. Leigh loves being on land, and she love doing risky, ridiculous things. Obviously she had no money so she would steal anything she wanted, or flirt with men until they bought her things. She flirted with the wrong man one day, at the seediest bar she had ever been to. What a great excitement to be threatened to be fucked right there on the table! She was taken with Vincent instantly, so obviously went home with him. Vincent was very shocked to see a nonhuman just like him, and at first was responding very positively and treating her very well. Then she saw the skull in his closet. Vincent took her to the bunker and she was tortured on and off for days. Bizarrely it just made her fall for him even more. What an experience, she has never felt pain like this, it's so delightful, it's so exciting! Needless to say, she joined Farz and Vincent in a polycule, and has been living with them willingly ever since. They installed a salt water pool in the backyard just for her, of course, their spoiled little girlfriend.