#literally the word hot personified

[partoftheairforce]

two of the hottest people ever 💋

[crimsonbubble]

Video Game Lover

cw. nsfw, gn!reader, streamer!yunho, hand kink, oral, exhibitionism of sorts *not proofread, just pure horny

[nsfw twt text prompt accs are my literal savior rn]

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streamer!yunho who has his whole fucking chat simping for him bc he's literally the epitome of the perfect boyfriend. he is the word husband personified.

streamer!yunho who feeds into his fans' hand kink. has a hand cam set up just for them. (he likes to do it randomly during stream just to see his chat freak out). he'll constantly let his fingers play with his lips while he looks over and reads chat.

streamer!yunho who has seen the edits that fans have made and feeds them with new content to use in their scene packs. sending a cheeky wink to the camera every so often or running his hands through his hair. leaning back on his chair, adjusting his hips, and letting a few soft groans leave his pretty lips when he stretches.

streamer!yunho who invites you on his stream to say hi when you come over to drop off food for him. chat now also loves you. they also think you're hot. and now everytime he streams, chat always asks for you.

streamer!yunho who scolds his chat for bothering you, just to go bother you himself. he'll bring you on stream, make you sit in his lap, and stare at his camera with a 'you wish you were me, huh?' type grin on his face.

streamer!yunho who lets you sit under his desk while he streams. but being that close to him while he streams only makes it easier to tease him. rubbing your hands over his thighs and tugging at his sweatpants.

he's trying so hard not to make it obvious but your mouth just feels so fucking good wrapped around him. he's trying not to let on how he's sinking your head further onto his cock. but your mouth just feels so fucking good that he has to turn his fucking camera and mic off.

and once he does, he can't stop the slurry of moans and curses that fall from him. he's holding your head steady as he fucks your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him, swallowing around his cock. yunho slaps a hand over his mouth, his hips shaking as he cums. he slumps back in his chair as he crashed through his high.

[kittykattysstuff]

When mom's away, it's time to play!

Warning: Stepcest.

Stepdad!Toji x fem!Reader

WC: 2.2K

Summary: Your mother won't be home during the weekend due to a business trip. With her gone and the entire house to yourselves, you and your stepdad Toji get to know each other in more intimate ways.

"Bye, dear. I'll be back Monday morning." Your mom gave you a kiss on the cheek as she left the house.

"Keep Toji some company, will you? This can be a great opportunity for you two to have some father-daughter bonding time."

She smiled, giving Toji a peck before she climbed into the driver's seat of her car. You gulped. Sometimes you wondered if your mother was either too oblivious to notice the furtive glances Toji threw your way whenever you were in the same room, or if she actually noticed them, and simply didn't care, confusing his inappropriate behavior for affection.

Well, it didn't matter what your mom thought. Her opinions wouldn't change the fact that you would be spending the whole weekend alone with Toji.

"Don't worry, love. I'm sure Y/N and I will have a lot of fun together."

You pretended not to notice the sexual innuendo behind your stepdad's words. God, this was going to be a long weekend. You and Toji waved as your mom started the car and drove away.

"Finally home alone. "Toji smirked, following you inside the house. You didn't need to turn to know he was shamelessly checking your ass. "Any plans for the weekend?"

He asked before you walked up the stairs to your room.

"Not really." You shrugged. You were more than ready to get this talk done and over with, but it seemed like Toji wouldn't let you off so easily.

"I intend to study for my upcoming exams."

That was a lie and Toji knew it. He knew you had already finished all your exams and didn't have any more classes until the next semester, since your mother had told him before you arrived from college at the beginning of the week.

"That's lame. Even Megumi's going to his friends' house. You should live a little, doll. How about we follow your mom's suggestion and have some father-daughter bonding?"

Toji's smile was so sweet, you could almost mistake him for an angel if you didn't know him. However, you did know him, and you knew that behind that sweet smile, were actually the most evil intentions. You felt yourself getting hot. You didn't want to admit it, but ever since you met Toji Fushiguro, you felt attracted to the man. His broad shoulders, thick thighs, and captivating emerald eyes made him look like a Greek god.

"Well, what do you have in mind?"

Against your better judgment, you indulged in his ideas.

"We could binge watch some of those rom-com movies that you like so much."

"You? Watching "girly" movies?" You asked, quoting the way he always complained about the films you and your mom liked to watch.

"Anything for you, doll."

Oh, you were definitely screwed. It took all your willpower not to jump him right then and there. Instead, you found yourself agreeing to his offer.

"Sure, why not."

Two hours later, the credits of "10 things I hate about you" appeared on the TV screen.

"This one wasn't so bad."

Your stepdad commented, stretching his huge arms, which were conveniently bare, given he was wearing a tight black tank top. You watched him put an arm on the back of the couch, getting dangerously close to you as he adjusted in a more comfortable position.

You were starting to seriously regret your choices today. You'd been doing a decent enough of a job trying to avoid Toji ever since he and your mom got married, almost one year ago. Because as soon as he stepped into your home in all his glory when they were still dating, two years ago, you knew you were in trouble.

The man was literally sex on legs, all your teenage dreams personified right in front of you, and the worst part is, he knew the effect he had on you. He knew it and he purposely took every chance he had to get closer to you; from accidental touches that started to linger more each time you both were in the same vicinity, to the hungry looks he sent you, not even trying to hide them.

You thought that once Toji and your mom got married, things would stop. But it was quite the opposite. Taking advantage of the fact you wouldn't be able to actively avoid him, since Toji and Megumi moved in with you and your mom after the wedding, Toji was everywhere. And he was driving you insane.

Your only solace was college. Your college was considerably far from your home, so as soon as you were accepted, you opted to live on campus rather than commute back home. The reprieve was great, especially because now you could be alone with your thoughts, without your step dad's presence everywhere you turned. If you didn't see nor think about Toji, then you were safe from the ever growing attraction between you.

However, now that the semester had finished and you wouldn't have classes for three weeks, your feelings were more and more difficult to ignore. Especially now that it was only the two of you in the house.

"What's next?"

Your step dad asked, though he didn't really seem interested in the answer whatsoever.

"Legally Blonde." You replied, selecting the next movie.

For the most part, things were going well. You were so concentrated on the film that you almost forgot about Toji's presence. That is, until his hand started to softly caress your shoulder. You held your breath as your step dad started rubbing circles on your skin delicately.

In hindsight, you know you should've stopped him instantly. But you were tired, Toji's touch was warm and honestly, you were craving some affection lately. So yeah, you let him touch you. After all, parents and their children touched all the time, that was normal, you rationalized. Except, there was nothing innocent in the way your step dad was getting closer to you.

His hand was now on your hips, massaging them expertly. You could feel his thigh pressed to yours. Before you noticed, a low moan fell from your lips. From your peripheral, you could see your step dad smirking.

"You're so far from me. Come closer, angel, I won't bite."

He didn't expect an answer from you, already pushing you to sit on his lap.

"This okay?"

Toji asked, his chin on your shoulder, his hot breath on your neck. You moaned again.

"Yes." You managed to say in a whisper.

"Y'know, this movie's getting boring, dontcha think?"

Toji said before sucking on your shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat.

"Toji, we shouldn't..."

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to touch you, doll."

Before you could protest, Toji captured your lips, giving you a bruising, passionate kiss. You opened your mouth, and he wasted no time to shove his tongue down your throat. He nibbled your lower lip with deliberate boldness, hearing a soft moan of pleasure in response, making his arousal sensually painful. As you kissed, Toji wanted to drink in your moans in sweet tremors of sinful pleasure.

Toji and you separated briefly, his sharp gaze locked on yours as you both struggled to regain you breath. Before things could get even more physical, he pressed his forehead to yours, inhaling deeply. You caressed his soft dak locks, reveling in the texture against your fingers. For a man as big as he was, Toji could be surprisingly endearing when he wanted to.

"Do you want this?" He finally asked, moving so that you'd be able to see each other in the dark room illuminated only by the dim light of the TV.

"If you say yes, I won't be able to hold back."

You knew that if you went further than this, there was no going back. You nodded, smiling. You had made your decision. You had wanted him for so long, you wouldn't miss the chance of having him all to yourself.

"I do, Toji. Fuck me."

"Damn. You're gonna drive me crazy."

Toji didn't waste time, ripping off your white buttoned shirt and your tight shorts to reveal your underwear.

"So perfect." He muttered as he unclasped your bra, immediately latching his mouth on your nipple, while he played with the other.

"All for me."

He said reverently, before sucking hardly, which elicited a gasp from you due to all the pleasure he was giving you. You kept your hands on his hair, in a tight grip. Toji's mouth and his finger kneading your tits felt magical.

"Yes, daddy, l'm all yours."

You didn't even notice what you had said until Toji stilled his movements, looking at you like a hawk. Instantly, you felt self-conscious, a blush on your cheeks as you mistook his sudden halt in his movements for rejection.

"Fuck."

Toji mumbled, licking his lips and watching you with a lust-filled gaze.

"Say that again."

Your shyness gave way to pure pleasure, the carnal desire consuming the two of you.

"Daddy."

You repeated, feeling his arousal as his dick twitched. Your step dad looked an animal, his expression was so filthy you almost came on the spot. He changed positions, laying you down on the couch, his firm, muscular chest pressing against your body.

You took his black tank top off, and kissed every inch of skin you could find. His shoulder blades, his abdomen, his chest, everywhere. Toji moaned, fueling you to continue.

"I know you're eager to play, baby, but I can't wait."

Toji took your hands off his body as gently as he could. Understanding what he meant, you moved your hands to his pants, ubuttoning his leather belt. Toji wriggled out of the fabric of clothing, throwing it away haphazardly. You could see the white patch of precum in his black boxers.

"I've dreamed about fucking your tight little pussy for so long, you've no idea."

Toji kept muttering as he got rid of the rest of yours and his underwear, the last remaining clothing between you two.

"Whenever I fuck your mom, I imagine you. I have to keep myself from moaning your name".

"Daddy, please, I need you."

"You want daddy's cock, little girl? Don't worry, daddy's gonna make you feel so good you won't want any other dick anymore."

"Yes, daddy, please, I need you so badly! Fuck, me daddy!"

Your stepdad kissed you again as he entered you without warning, giving you no time to adjust to his size. Toji sucked your mouth, bit your lips, swallowed your taste as if it were the last kiss he would give in his life. The kiss made you forget the slight discomfort you felt when he first penetrated you.

Toji buried himself to the hilt inside you, making you moan loudly. You wrapped your legs around his waist, so that he could reach even deeper.

"So tight. Perfect little pussy, was made for me."

"Only yours, daddy."

The position allowed him to explore all the curves of your body as he moved frenetically inside you. God, he was amazing. You couldn't fathom why you tried to resist your stepdad in the first place. Now that you had a taste, you would certainly become addicted.

You pressed your hands on his taut abdomen, feeling his strong chest, buffy arms and prominent collarbone. Holy shit, his body was a masterpiece. You moved in sync, lost in the pleasure of the skin to skin contact. Toji started rubbing his fingers over your clit, sending you over the edge.

"D-daddy, I'm close."

You mumbled, breathing heavily.

"Cum, baby. Let it all out for daddy."

You felt all the tension explode from your nerves, relaxing all your muscles at once and clouding your mind in the most genuine relieved ecstasy.

"Will you let daddy cum inside you baby?"

"Yes daddy, please! Cum inside me, need you!"

"Fuck!"

Your words made Toji cum inside you in full force, your insides creaming his cock deliciously. Toji pulled you to his side, letting you lay on top of him.

"That was amazing."

You smiled, turning your head and resting your chin on his chest. He smiled back at you, stroking your cheeks lovingly. You leaned on his touch, letting yourself enjoy this rare soft side of his, knowing that this could very well be the first and last time you two were so intimate.

"Well, I'm glad. Now stand up."

He urged you, leaning forward on his elbows and creating some distance between you. You tried to hide your disappointment with a fake smile. That was the problem. You held back so much because you knew that when you caved, you wouldn't wanna let him go. Swallowing, you reminded yourself that it was only natural. After all, he wasn't yours to begin with. He was your mother's. Putting on a brave face, you finally stood up, gathering your clothes and attempting to cover your body the best you could. Before you could stray too far, however, you felt a tug in your hand.

"What is it, Toji?"

You asked, feeling irritated. He told you to go, but still kept bothering you. Classic Toji.

"Hey, I thought it was daddy. And where do you think you're going? I was gonna ask you to take a bath. It's only the beginning of the weekend, darling, we still have lots of time for father-daughter bonding moments. And I intend to enjoy it as much as I can."

[thecapricunt1616]

Dragon Fruit (c.b. one-shot)

Blurb (More BTC!) : It wasn’t that Carmen wanted to have such a raunchy, probably downright perverted dream about using your mouth to keep himself warm while he does paperwork at The Bear. He chalked it up to the fact that his brain was a dark scary place, he didn’t know where these images of forcing your face down until there were tears leaking from your eyes and you were drooling down your chin as you gagged with your nose against his pelvis came from.

♡ One Shot Inspo: Based on ♡this♡ ask from a dear sweet anon, I hope you enjoy it! Dragon fruit, with its vibrant appearance and exotic flavor, holds a special place in ancient mythology across various cultures. In ancient Mayan mythology, dragon fruit was considered a sacred fruit symbolizing fertility and abundance. The fruit’s striking appearance, with its bright pink or red flesh speckled with tiny black seeds, was believed to represent the balance between life and death. ♡ Summary: You tell Carmy about your fantasies of being woken up by him while he uses you, he takes it upon himself to bring that to life. ♡ W/C: 1.5k+ ♡ A/N: WOW 2 one-shots in one day?! it's one of those days yall!! What can I say I am literally anxiety from inside out personified and I think there will be a rush of folks after today due to the new season so I wanted to clear out my inbox as much as I could, I hope you all enjoy this!!! I can't freaking wait for the new season tonight i'm literally writing to distract myself hahah ♡ Warnings for BTC: Smut, Somnophelia, Swearing, Dirty talk, Wet dreams, Ownership kink

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It wasn’t that Carmen wanted to have such a raunchy, probably downright perverted dream about using your mouth to keep himself warm while he does paperwork at The Bear. He chalked it up to the fact that his brain was a dark scary place, he didn’t know where these images of forcing your face down until there were tears leaking from your eyes and you were drooling down your chin as you gagged with your nose against his pelvis came from. 

Well, he did. He did actually know where his dark perverted brain found the fantasy of using your body as a toy. You. You. It was your fucking fault. He never thought before that he would really enjoy something so… masochistic? He wasn’t sure if that was the word, but he knew it made him feel strange at first when you told him sometimes you wish instead of jacking off in the shower before work, that he used your body instead to get off. 

He chuckled and told you it was too early for you and he would feel bad waking you just to get off, and you told him again to just use your body to get himself off. He was dumbfounded for a moment, and asked “while you’re- like…when y’sleepin’?” And when you nodded, his eyes widened a bit. 

“I trust you, and I love you, and I always want to make you feel good. I don’t mind if you use me when I’m asleep… I actually think that’s really hot. I’ve had this dream where I woke up and you were inside me…or that I woke up and you were cumming on my face-“

“Christ babe y’cant…” he adjusts himself in his sweatpants and crossed his ankles over “y’cant say shit like that” he blushed a bit causing you to giggle

“What? Why not! It’s the truth. Remember when I told you I want you to own me? I was serious. That’s so sexy, I love belonging to you” you said and kissed his neck gently. He hummed in response, shrugging. 

“I’ll think about it” he said and went back to scrolling on his phone to avoid any more tenting in his pants. You could hardly fall asleep that night, this being- because when Carmy told you he’d think about something it meant he wasn’t ready to say yes yet, so you hoped that soon you would wake up to being painfully yet euphorically stretched from the lack of preparation, or to cum covering your lips and eyelashes. It actually made it hard to fall asleep, and Carmy already fell asleep, so it’s not like you could ask him for help. 

Instead of rectifying your issue, you just decided to continue pressing your thighs together until you were right on the edge, and then stopping, and working yourself right back up again, then stopping again, until you were so uncomfortably wet you had to allow yourself to cum, and then fell asleep in exhaustion with the hopes or dreams more like it that it would make it nice and easy for Carmy to slip his hard cock inside you come morning. 

It was as if the two of you were on the same horny wavelength - or there was something in the water? Because Carmy woke up the following morning impossibly hard after his dream. The clock read 3:22, great. 48 minutes until he was meant to be up, and his cock was achingly hard, so hard it was pulsing. The kind of ache that said he wasn’t hallucinating and he was on and off having intense vivid wet dreams all night long and had been cycling between hard and half hard all night long. 

He looked over to see you had tossed off your blanket in the night, figures - it’s hot as shit. He hadn’t even bothered with his, he just wore sweatpants to bed and he was fine with that. His eyes rake over your body, you were laid on your back, likely to keep cooler. You were wearing a tight cropped tank top that showed your peaked nipples, he swore at the sight he felt a bead of pre leak out of his tip. He looked down to see.. how fucking embarassing. He’d already cum tonight at least once, in his fucking sleep. There was a large milky white stain covering his tented cock in his sweatpants, standing tall and at attention, ready to go again. 

He shook his head a bit, sighing softly to himself and looking back over at you. His eyes continued trailing down, down, to your panties and woah. He leaned in, ever so carefully brushing his middle finger over your panties to gauge if they really did have a huge wet patch that went all the way up to your mound, and to his demise, in your sleep- still needy as ever attempt to grind into the touch, a soft, satisfied sigh leaving your lips at the found friction. 

He quickly moved his hand back, but remembered what you had said last night, the words bouncing around his skull like a broken record. 

‘I’ve had this dream where I woke up and you were inside me…or that I woke up and you were cumming on my face, I want you to own me’

He swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut, telling himself it was wrong and that you couldn’t really know if you wanted that. But his pounding heartbeat felt like it was everywhere, and it was getting stronger in his cock. He had to do something. He thought about getting up and going to hide in the bathroom and jack off, but no - he figured that could offend you or make you more weirded out then if he was just jacking off. 

Then, he told himself in his mind how he was a man who paid bills in this house so if he wanted to play with his dick in his own bed then he absolutely could and there should be no consequence. But then he told himself that sounded assholish and was back at square one unsure of what to do. 

He knew he had to let his dick out of this cloth prison, though. The pressure was starting to actually hurt. He pulled down his waistbands just enough for his cock to spring out, and it did so in such an aggressive manor that there was a audible small slapping noise when it slapped his happy trail that Carmy didn’t even notice because he was too busy sighing in relief.

The thought of you saying you wanted to be fucked awake crossed his mind, so he figured you couldn’t get mad if he was just looking at you while he fisted his length. So that’s what he did, at first. He reached over to the bedside, pumping lube into his hand from the big bottle he kept on deck for the two of you, and got to work. 

He looked at that wet spot on your panties, wondering what had gotten you all worked up while you were asleep. He wondered if it was one of your dreams that you woke up to being filled with his cum, leaving you dripping the rest of the day. Maybe you were dreaming about him using your folds and your clit to get off, humping you in a spooning position while he whispers in your ear how fun your body is to use. 

He was quickly spiraling down this rabbit hole and not even noticing that he’d sat up, and was looking down at your peaceful sleeping form as he jerks his cock roughly over your stomach, grunts and breathy groans leaving his throat quietly as to not disturb you. He sat on his knees, knuckles brushing your stomach just barely as he fisted his length, breathing getting more ragged. 

You were drawn from sleep to see your beautiful boyfriend, head thrown back in euphoric bliss, veins in his neck popping out “well good morning to you too” you said sweetly and lifted your shirt a bit more so he’d spill straight on your skin. 

“Mm-fuck- morning- let me see y’tits” he rasped the order, slowing down his strokes as his cock stiffened to make sure he lasted a bit longer. 

“Of course” you eagerly took off your shirt, sitting back on your elbows “glad I could wake up to join the party” you spread your thighs, trailing one of your hands down to play with your clit 

“S’not a party- markin my property, remember? Move y’arm wanna cum on y’stomach” he brushed your hand away from playing with yourself which just got you all the more turned on by the way he was using you as you asked him to so many times before. You made sure you angled yourself so when he came just a few more pumps of his broad hand later, it coated your stomach and ribs in white creamy puddles. 

He groaned as he continued pumping his cock to milk out any last dribbles of cum, before dipping his middle finger in the biggest puddle and getting a scoop of the milky seed on his finger. You carefully watched as he drew ‘CB’ on your tit in the arousal, before getting up and heading to the bathroom for his morning shower like it was just any other Thursday morning. But not without ordering you- 

“Let that dry” 

[raineandsky]

#132

tw: knives, stabbing, death

Everything is, quite literally, on a knife’s edge. Everything the villain ever wanted, everything they didn’t, is right here, in this moment.

Victory, happiness, freedom, all a few seconds away. They need this. They need to act.

“I can’t,” the villain says.

The hero is under their blade like it’s where they belong. One little flick—that’s all it would take. One flick and the villain’s worries would be over.

“You’re strong,” the hero says plainly, and the villain isn’t sure how they mean it.

They’re strong? The hero must be joking. No, the villain isn’t strong. They’re faltering, they’re second guessing. What the hero must think is great self-restraint is nothing more than cowardice.

The villain knows that their knife is trembling traitorously in their grip but they can’t find it in themself to care. Why is this so hard? Why did it have to be the hero?

The hero smiles, the confident kind that all heroes seem to do, shifting slightly to pull themself closer to the villain. The edge of the blade brushes against their neck, and the villain flinches more than the hero.

“It’s okay, [Villain],” the hero says. Their tone is bland, like they spend most Sunday afternoons under the blade of someone who supposedly wants them dead. Well, no, not supposed—the villain hates them, they do. “You can stop now.”

The hero is everything the villain despises; the agency’s abhorrent nature personified. Too cool, too nonchalant, too easy to trip and kind of fall in love with.

All the villain can find to say is that same faint, “I can’t.”

The hero slips past the villain’s blade with that stupid smile still on their face. Maybe, the villain thinks, the hero is the affectionate kind. The type to pull a villain into a hug and warp their heart into abandoning their life as a criminal. The villain hates that they want that. They’d change the world for the hero.

Warmth blossoms in their chest as the hero gets close. Then the warmth turns hot. Pain pierces the feeling like glass is buried in their heart. The villain’s own blade, tight in the hero’s grip, is hilt-deep against their chest.

“I know you can’t,” the hero says in that usual flat voice, “but I can.”

It’s hard to breathe. The hero tears the knife out, giving the villain an idle push as they study the blade. The villain meets unforgiving concrete and the hero laughs.

“I think I’ll keep this, if you don’t mind,” they say brightly. “I doubt you’ll be using it any time soon.”

The hero turns on their heel and leaves without another word. As heroes do—the villain knows that well. They should’ve known this would happen. They did, really. Villains just have a habit of ignoring common sense and flying into danger head-first.

It’s colder than the villain remembers it being. They should’ve brought their coat. The breeze bites at their face as they watch the hero’s frame recede until they’re nothing more than a memory the villain is already forgetting.

[alwaysaslutforfic]

Tsukki Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Just some musings on my favourite Sendai Frogs middle blocker ☺️

Warnings: nothing super explicit. Mentions of sending nudes, hair pulling, and oral sex

Minors keep away from the cut and DNI!

Beta readers? Pft

Listens to any and everything but with a purpose 👌🏾. Ask him for a recommendation in any genre and he’ll give you a top 5 tier list. Has playlists arranged by mood, genre, vibe and occasion (he even has one for you that he will literally never tell you about but plays often. He just tells you it’s his favourite mix). Dude is highkey a music snob. Like he’ll listen to a song in any genre but it better be a fucking ✨S tier song✨ or he will Judge. Will never concede the aux cord.

Meanest tutor ever. Will have you crying at the kitchen table asking the same question till you get it right. “If Johnny has 5 apples! 😤” typa tutor. But his notes are amazing and he’ll always lend them without question.

We already know how I feel about clingy Tsukki. But let me reiterate: this man is obsessed with being in your personal space. Like ”I’m gonna go take a shower.” ”….. without me? 😒”

But he also respects your space when you need it. Just don’t be gone too long or he’ll get lonely. He’s highkey touch starved.

An impeccable driver. And unreasonably hot while doing it. I’m talking hand on thigh, arm on headrest when reversing, will do your seatbelt HOT. And you’re his favourite passenger princess. Tsukki refuses to let anyone adjust your seat. If they’re feeling cramped they’re more than welcome to sit in the back, or even better, walk.

A great cook. He lets you be the taste tester when you cook together. If you can’t cook this is the one time he has an amount of patience teaching you. He is, however, a horrendous baker. Tried to make you valentines day chocolates and you had to throw out the tea towels cos they somehow ended up singed. You laughed till you cried he’d have been hurt about it if you weren’t so beautiful

Likewise, his actions speak louder than his words when it comes to affection. Obviously he compliments you and tells you he loves you, but only on special occasions like birthdays, christmases and blowing your back out ten ways till sunday. But mostly he’ll show you how much he cares by treating you like royalty. Carries your bags while calling you weak, says ‘no’ every single time you ask for a favour but does it anyways, takes you for walks to your favourite ice cream shop and pays for both of you while you bitch about a character in your dumb show that he hates (read: binges with you and gets invested in)

A slip it in while you watch a movie kinda dude. At this point the Netflix subscription is for show. There is literally no point in trying to watch something with him because your legs will be over his shoulders way before the halfway mark.

Much like his actions speaking louder than words, he’s willing to try anything once if you suggest it. This has led to a very interesting bedroom life. There were obviously things that you both decided weren’t for you, but Tsukki would do anything to please you even if he’d never confess it. Once you asked for a personalised dildo so you could have his dick whenever you wanted as a joke. It was there by next week.

Loves fucking you in public. You guys are banned from THREE different lingerie stores. You’re 65% sure he only takes you out so much so he can find somewhere to fuck you, since it’s how most of your dates end. The Karasuno gang clocked you two on a club night when Noya and Tanaka took a badly timed trip to the bathroom. They are constantly embarrassed when you two go missing for half an hour and return dishevelled.

Send. Him. Nudes 😩 Especially when he’s busy. He sends them back and holy shit are they art personified. He heard “don’t send dick pics, send cumshot vids with the sound on” and boy did he run with it in the best of ways. Has a password protected folder for all the filth you send each other.

Speaking of nudes, his dick is so pretty. He doesn’t even manscape. It’s just long and slightly curved with just the right amount of hair. Also so much pre-cum. He was actually a little embarassed by it until he saw how much you loved licking him clean.

Pull his hair and listen to him moan. If you pull it hard enough when he’s close he will just cum. He definitely wasn’t embarrassed the first time it happened. Now it’s sort of a game to see if you can use it to get him off when he’s going down on you.

He’s reconciled with the fact that he has a volleyball brain. Seeing you at his games, and feeling your eyes on him as he jumps blocks is like foreplay to him. It’s always a race to see how quickly he can get you naked and under him after a match.

I will undoubtly have more thoughts on this, because I spend an unreasonable amount of time thinking about Tsukishima Kei

[bluehwale]

which ateez members do u think ur moots could/would pull?

tbh i think all of my moots could pull any ateez members bcs they're just that hot ‼️😋 but man i just had to go to delulu town for a bit and get specific for a few of my moots below!!:

(this list is in alphabetical order!)

@a1sh1teruu — i can’t explain why but my brain immediately went 💡‘yeosang and mingi’💡 i just think u’re very sincere and kind while also funny and sweet (damn!! leave sum for the rest of us 😔) u seem like a very interesting person and i feel like u’d attract minsang for that reason <3

@ad0rechuu — i feel like jongho would be the hardest to pull but just ur presence alone is already so comforting and u’re so lovingly cute and funny (thank god we’re married😫) that he’d be all gummy smiles for u </3 not to mention that u can also be endearingly charming :3 damn, jongho just lost the tug of war bcs he’s pulled!! 🤭

@diorwoo — u’d definitely pull wooyoung omg u’d match his energy so well!! u’re very sweet and bubbly but at the same time u’re also comfort personified <3 🥺 i also see u pulling yunho bcs i feel like he’d be so endeared by u and u two would hv the sunshine (you) & sunshine protector (yunho) dynamic!!! ❤️‍🩹

@feltednettles — im not an atz member but u’d pull me uHm!! 😳 anyways!! i think mingi would fall in love w u on the spot ‼️ u’re such a lovable person and it’s so easy to talk to u and i feel like mingi would be charmed by that + by ur humor!!! just one (1) of ur iconic jokes/ puns and that man is down 😮‍💨 (both literally and figuratively)

@hwaightme — the only correct answer is seonghwa and i fear this one is not up for debate!!! like,, u’re so elegant and well spoken and so gentle and kind with a hint of chaos and all of that combined screams seonghwa to me; the way u carry urself is so devastatingly beautiful so i can def see hwa going heart eyes for u (me included🤭)

@jaehunnyy — U ALREADY KNOW THE ANSWER TO THIS ok first of all,,, u’d definitely pull san bcs i juST KNOW that he’s got a thing for someone who’s super sweet and innocently cute!! (i think it’s why he’s so down bad for yeosang) also, u can be so soft while simultaneously girlbossing so i think ur big brain + ur cute personality would definitely, a hundred percent, pull the park seonghwa !! 😋🫶

@legohwas — u honestly remind me of my big sister; u’re very wholesome and caring and, idK, anything u say feels like a big warm hug and conversations w u are so fun 🥺 i’d say u would totally pull yunho bcs i think he’d be a softie for that </3 and also lowkey tsundere! hongjoong would also be rlly soft for u (he needs u in his life!!) 😫

@starrysvn — if i could only describe u with one word, it’d be cool!! i just think u give off this cool vibe but u’re also such a sweet person and that’s fr the best combination ever <3 you’d definitely pull yeosang bcs he’d be in awe :O at u buT also hongjoong bcs i feel like u’d share a lot of similarities with him!! 😼

i hope this didn’t somehow offend anyone!! it’s not my intention at all!! 😭😭 also i swear im not delulu this is just for shits and giggles (also to discretely confess my love to some of my moots oops)

[pretendfan]

~Nice guys finish last~

~PART TWO~

Imogen and Blake are still on the couch where we left them and it’s anyone’s guess what is about to happen, will Adam and Anders continue their quest on ruining their roommates chances, or will Blake do it all by himself?

TUNE IN TO FIND OUT!!!

(this story is season 7 vibes)

Blake Henderson x OFC Imogen Harper

(7.5k words)

WARNINGS: 18 plus, lots of swearing, mentions of alcohol and smoking weed, Adam throws up, oral sex, hand stuff, awkward personified, Blake is a quick learner, stoner bro humour, like an episode of the show it’s satire, very much on point with the show, these guys are idiots/ adjacent toxic bros, Blake is a babe here, Anders and Adam are basically themselves…its fun!!!

Anders glares at his bedroom door when he can hear Adam snoring through the walls, tonight had been a huge pile of bullshit, and to top it all off Blake had a chick with him whereas he was left alone with his left hand yet again.

Quickly placing the noise cancelling headphones over his head, Anders adjusts them and then pulling down the top of his sweatpants, he smirks to himself as he settles on his bed ready for a little fun of his own.

Feeling his buzz heightened courtesy of sharing a joint with the babe next to him, Blake silently grins because he doesn’t even have to think twice, let alone overthink when he places his hands on Imogen’s forearms pulling her languidly onto his lap.

“Sweet move right there, well done.” Imogen grins back at Blake noticing how his eyes darken, after she had praised him which was very interesting indeed.

This guy was hot as hell what with the buff body he had hidden under his tee shirt, Blake should be fucking worshipped and Imogen felt that she was just the women to do it, previous thoughts of being killed all but forgotten at this point.

…having now been replaced by a bright and feral mist of horniness instead.

“I have some moves, we do watch porn all the time you know.” Blake announces with a quick smile.

“That’s good.” Imogen nods back with a laugh as she then announces “But this will be way better, because it’s real life and like right now.”

“You smell so damn good.” Blake groans dipping his head so he could taste Imogen’s neck, warm lips finding her sweet spot as she bucks on his lap.

Curly hair tickling under her chin and arm but Imogen didn’t mind, whilst he sucked on her neck just below her ear a part of her body which was very responsive, just like the outline of Blake’s dick which brushed temptingly against her denim cladded thigh.

With lips pressed firmly together once again Blake needed to calm down, he was already hard as fuck and he didn’t want to blow it, literally the last thing that he wanted to do was pre in his boxers because that would be absolutely humiliating.

Feeling Imogen’s hands exploring his chest felt so fucking good right now, fingers gliding playfully across ridged muscles which Adam liked to call glamour ones like they were just for show, but none of that actually mattered of course Blake reminds himself.

“I’m gonna need this.” Imogen announces cutting into whatever Blake had been thinking about, as she takes his left hand removing the brown hair tie from his wrist.

Gathering her hair up with a smirk when she notices Blake staring at her chest, the dude appeared a little inexperienced sure but he made up for it by being cute, also Imogen was pretty sure that she could peep those v lines over his pants which was also very sexy.

Finally with her hair up in a bun Imogen smiles when Blake resumes making out with her, hands on her hips as he traces his fingers up her sides gently, which felt nice as she leans away from the kiss clumsily to pull her vest top off over her head.

“Oh fuck!” Blake states closing his eyes quickly, looking pained because his dick was throbbing so much, he was either going to definitely pre or pass out he wasn’t exactly sure which one would happen first.

“Are you ok?” Imogen asks noticing that Blake was gritting his teeth pretty hard right now, avoiding both her gaze and black lace bra at the same time.

Blake re opens his eye’s slowly to spots Imogen smiling at him, the glow from the light above them illuminating this half naked babe who was straddling his lap, fuck he needed to figure this out and quick.

…moving one hand down to his pants so he could subtly readjust himself.

“I need to calm down-“

“Why? Let’s get weird!” Imogen states with a firm nod because this was fun, and definitely a good way to end a night out.

“Yeah but you said earlier to Anders that nothing would happen on the couch between us.” Blake reminds Imogen then instantly feels like an idiot, for doing the thing when instead he just needed to get a grip.

“Dude, you kissed me first.” Imogen reminds him with a playful grin still seated on his lap as she continues “And now that we’re here I really like this position and what it could do for both of us.”

“Me too, I’m here for it.” Blake replies with a chuckle moving his hands tentatively from Imogen’s hips, gliding them slowly round to her thighs his palms flat and fingers ready.

“I know I can feel exactly how excited you are and it’s making me hot-“

“Wait till you see it.” Cuts in Blake darkly which Imogen takes the wrong way, as a push not the insult that it really was.

“Stop teasing.” Imogen replies playfully but stops when she notices the look on Blake’s face.

“I was a later bloomer ok, and it’s not, well it’s not that big my dicks sorta below average really and I-“

“Ok, if you want to stop dude we can.” Imogen explains softly to Blake, starting to move but he stops her, by pressing his hands harder into her warm thighs.

“No, of fucking course not.” Begins Blake looking up at Imogen as he then states “I just wanted to tell you incase you were disappointed.”

“Who hurt you? Literally I will kill them how dare you feel this way Blake, you’re kind and I will say it yet again a full on hottie.” Imogen demands in a loud voice, guessing that his roommates, were partly to blame for his lack of confidence.

“Hearing you defend my honour, well my manhood at least is definitely sexy as fuck.” Blake nods with a smirk, looking back down at his hands on Imogen’s thighs, thick thumbs brushing against her soft dark grey jeans.

“Good because this needs to be fun-“

“Sorry if I’m ruining your buzz at all.” Begins Blake cutting Imogen off with a smirk as he adds “But I’ve totally got a way of making it up to you only I need your help.”

“What do you want me to do?” Imogen questions with a bite of her bottom lip, leaning back again so she could take in the guy whose lap, that she was still straddling with pleasure.

“I want you to take off your jeans for me right now.” Blake states after a brief pause, eyes now riveted on Imogen’s with heated tension unsurprisingly entering the chat between them.

“Like this?” Imogen asks standing up from his lap, to perform the task very slowly of course, which makes Blake smile back smugly.

“That’s it.” Blake announces in a low voice audibly gulping as he quickly adds “Now come and sit back on my lap but face forward instead.”

“Now that’s hot!” Imogen giggles as she takes a seat back down on him, her back pressed firmly against his bare chest, which felt ever so good right now as she turns and clocks the look on Blake’s face.

Reaching out Imogen brushes some hair away from Blake’s face, then they proceed to make out again like horny teenagers, one arm wrapped around his neck tightly with her other hand placed firmly on his chest.

Blake instinctively reaches round to grab one of Imogen’s breast squeezing it gently, then he slowly ghosts his fingers down her front, until said fingertips trace against the soft lace of her underwear.

Hearing Imogen’s breathing hitch Blake continues to move his hand, both of them making a noise when his fingers brush up against wet fabric, then him grunting when he feels his cock jerk in his pants because if he died right now he would die so damn happy.

Making small circles on her clit with the pads of his fingers, Blake looks up to see Imogen with her eyes closed a smile playfully gracing her lips, causing him to improve his efforts as he starts to move his digits quicker.

“Fuck, that’s good.” Imogen begins opening her eyes to watch Blake’s hand encouraging him along by demanding that “Do not stop under any circumstances!”

“Not even once-“

“Not ever!” Groans Imogen cutting off Blake who had moved his hand off course, causing her to narrow her eyes at him briefly.

“Ok then, but what if I do this?” Blake questions flattening two fingers against Imogen’s soaked underwear, which defined the curves of her pussy, as he felt her thighs spread further apart just for him.

The motion makes Imogen buck in return on his lap, yet another gasp falling from her open mouth, unable to believe how much better Blake was than her date who had sucked but this guy was a unsung hero right now.

“That good huh.” Blake states playfully as he finally moves aside Imogen’s underwear, exposing her bare, hand resuming as he sinks a finger inside of her pussy which felt like pure magic.

“I need more-“

“Another finger?!” Blake splutters far louder than necessary, which makes Imogen giggle but also nod quickly in the affirmative.

Doing as he was told Blake introduces a second finger, which slides in as easily as the first feeling her pussy muscles clench him hard, the motion causes his balls to ache as he lets out a pathetic whine.

Leaning flush against his chest Imogen smiles when she feels Blake nuzzle his face in her neck, hand angled just right as he teased her and his wide palm, kept brushing against her already throbbing clit it was beautiful torture.

Blake could feel that it wouldn’t be long what with her pussy, gripping his fingers tight as he fucked her, Imogen felt so good and his hand was soaked which he knew was clearly a very good thing.

Imogen is so close feeling her muscles pull up and tighten, gripping that little bit firmer onto Blake’s shoulder as he continues to fuck her with his fingers, hearing various noises fall from her lips but right now she didn’t care.

However Blake looks up alarmed from the sounds that Imogen was making, worried one of his dudes would come out and ruin it, so thinking quickly he moves his right hand from her hip to cover her mouth.

Feeling the vibrations of Imogen’s soft moans on his hand, makes Blake jerk his hips upwards literally so close to reaching the end himself, because this was unbelievable surely he was dreaming right now.

With Blake rocking himself up against the curve of her ass, this motion makes Imogen’s pussy pulse as she feels her orgasm suddenly take over her, wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure riding it out on his fingers which were still nestled deep inside her.

Blake meanwhile sits completely still because otherwise he was definitely going to bust, but more importantly he just wanted to remember this moment, the time that he actually made this babe come with the use of only his fingers.

Nipping at his right hand Imogen grins when he moves his fingers from her mouth, biting her bottom lip with a very satisfied smile which quickly follows, as she tries to slow down her breathing.

“You’ve got some very talented fingers there dude.” Imogen states with a laugh still on a high, after all that happened tonight, it was all a set up for this very moment.

“I play a lot of video games-“

Blake is cut off by Imogen’s lips as she moves from her position, twisting round to place a knee between his legs, then eventually moving away she drops down to his feet looking up at wide blue eyes.

“Now it’s your turn.” Imogen states with a quick wink aimed at a shocked looking Blake.

“I definitely won’t last.” Blake states back with a shake of his head.

“No matter how long you last just enjoy it but be a good boy and keep quiet.” Imogen replies sincerely but with a faint smirk on her face.

“I can do that.” Blake announces whilst tipping his head back to face the ceiling, as he feels Imogen undo his jeans and yank them down over his thighs.

When he feels Imogen’s hands trace over his hip dips, those lines that his bros were jealous about Blake let’s out a hissing noise, whilst his cock jerks in his boxers causing a faint gasp to be heard as he lowers his head back down.

Imogen moves both of her hands to Blake’s flat stomach letting the fingernails glide downwards, following the helpful happy trail of hair from the belly button to the top of his boxers, then placing two fingers underneath the fabric she hurriedly pulls it away from his tanned skin.

Then moving her other hand down Imogen frees Blake’s dick and pulls it out above the boxers, noticing how tense the guy suddenly becomes as his abs ripple in defence, glancing back up to see that he had his eyes closed and was taking very deep breaths right now.

“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me Blake.” Imogen begins with a soft purr followed by a smile, when he does exactly that just for her.

“I’m good.” Blake announces with a curious grin morphing on his cute face.

“Good boy, now sit back and enjoy.” Imogen states moving forward, so she could then take the tip of Blake’s cock into her mouth.

If this guy thought he was below average then Imogen wanted to protect him at all cost, to be fair she wasn’t a size queen but Blake was packing something, and the look in his eyes was doing something yet again to her body.

So holding onto the base of his cock with a firm grip, Imogen opens her warm mouth welcoming him with her soft tongue as it darts across the head, causing Blake to gasp gently but also grip tightly onto her shoulders at the same time.

A couple of more explorative licks later and Imogen moves her head to take all of Blake, sure the dude wasn’t long but he was thick at least she could feel him comfortably framing her mouth, filling it with his cock her eyes glancing up to see that he already looked pretty fucked.

Blue eyes glazed over complimenting his mouth which was loosely hanging open, a pink hue on his cheeks to finish off the look followed by his hands, quickly moving from Imogen’s shoulders up to her head possessively.

… which she responds to with a firm suck of his cock, that has him jerking his hips upwards and pulling on her hair gripping it hella tight.

“I’m sorry-“

“Do not apologise!” Begins Imogen having lifted her head up, with Blake’s wet dick sliding out of her mouth as she explains “Pull my hair and set the pace for me, sweet thing.”

Imogen groans as Blake pushes her head down back towards his dick, with her opening her mouth to resume the blowjob but this time taking his cues, with him clutching onto her head firmly almost painfully but she liked to be dominated so didn’t exactly care right now.

“Your mouth is like heaven.” Blake mutters out loud followed by a muffled cry, when Imogen re introduces her hand and turns this into their own party.

Noticing Blake’s eyes roll back causes Imogen’s pussy muscle to clench, when moments later he grunts and the first taste of salty cum hits her throat, swallowing his release at it slides down her tongue and she continues to basically suck him dry.

“Holy s-h-i-t!” Blake states loudly after an attempt had been made to keep quiet, but that was possibly the best orgasm of his life and he was now officially in love or something.

“Did you enjoy-“ Before Imogen can finish that sentence Blake leans forward, gripping his hands hurriedly under her arms to pull her up, their lips meeting once again then seconds later tongues intertwine as they make out yet again.

“Ouch, cramp!” Imogen eventually pulls away when she feels a stinging pain in her thighs from crouching, fully standing up with a very satisfied look on her face, as she slumps back on the couch next to a sated looking Blake.

Pulling up his boxers again with a sly grin on his face, he felt on top of the world right now no fuck it he was the king of the world, this was it now he was totally an alpha dog after this.

Imogen was lost in her own thoughts whilst their warm bodies pressed close together, all the while silence was resumed as the night is present, but she felt safe right here next to Blake who rewards her with a sexy smile.

“That was fun.” Blake states happily which makes Imogen smile, and nod back because it was very true.

“I need a drink-“

“Glass of water? On it.” Blake cuts off Imogen by practically leaping up from the couch, and she watches his retreating back and cute butt.

Officially tired Imogen stifles a yawn noticing the joint which was long gone, an obvious shame but what had happened instead of finishing it, was something she would be thinking about for a while to say the least.

It wasn’t a case of feeling sorry for Blake at all because the dude made her feel funny, like that kicking your heels courtesy of a new crush feeling which hasn’t happened in a long while, yet here she was trying to ignore the blush on her face when the guy in question reappears.

Taking the blue plastic cup from Blake’s had she takes a long gulp, then handing it back watches as he sits down close on the couch both of them still in their underwear, but neither feeling awkward as they relax in each others company with ease.

“I guess we wasn’t that loud then seeing how your roommates haven’t made an appearance yet.” Imogen states with a cheeky smile biting her bottom lip soon after.

“I’m glad they didn’t-“

“Me too! But seriously I’m so tired let’s just crash here on the couch together.” Imogen cuts off Blake moving the blanket closer to them, but then stops to pick up his tee shirt from the couch arm instead.

Blake feels his mind short circuit when he tries to take in what Imogen had just said to him, but then she proceeds to pull his white tee over her head and he overheats, because she looked both so cute and hot as the hem of the tee hits high up her soft thighs.

…which was a picture that he definitely needed framing.

“You want me to stay?” Blake asks finally his eyes, moving back up to Imogen’s as she silently nods her approval.

“Of course I’m not going to kick you out of here!” Imogen jokes making Blake rolls his eyes back with a small laugh.

“Good because this is my house-“

“Dude, just get over here.” Imogen demands and Blake complies sitting back in his seat, letting her pull the blanket over them as they snuggled awkwardly together.

There wasn’t much room for both of them but Imogen would make do, cuddling into Blake as she places her head on his warm bare chest, whilst he folds an arm around her shoulder the pair of them relaxing until sleep will take them where they need to be.

The pair of them talking absolute rubbish in low voices, until Imogen soon falls asleep and Blake finds himself watching her, sure he had some interactions in the past with chicks but nothing like this.

…partly wanting to boast to his dudes of course, but mostly he wanted to just keep this experience all to himself.

Eyes closing Blake kicks at the blanket because it was annoying him, he much preferred being closer to Imogen, still unable to comprehend what had happened but he had the widest smile on his face to prove it.

Wide awake, hungover and in desperate need of a drink Anders slowly finishes getting dressed, just not in the same outfit as last night where Adam had once again been sick on him, three times in as many days wasn’t a good look for his roommate.

Various memories pepper his mind to taste as he shoves a blue tee shirt over his head, brushing hair away with his left hand which stops when he recalls the brunette, unable to remember her actual name but just that he had left her all alone with Blake last night.

A wicked grin spreads across Anders face as he rushes out from his room, sure without a doubt that Blake was all alone on the couch having clearly ruined it with the chick, he would be licking his wounds either on said couch or in his bedroom.

Confidently walking down the short hallway with a renewed spring in his step, Anders cannot wait to wind up Blake it was something he enjoyed doing often, because the guy was always getting into ridiculous scrapes and this time he’d bitten off way more than he could chew.

Scanning the living area when he sees it makes Anders chuckle, when he spots the back of Blake’s head exactly like he knew he would because the dude, had clearly been left high and dry seeing how he was absolutely terrible with chicks.

“Oh Blake-“ Anders begins quietly but then yelps, when he rounds the dark green couch to unexpectedly see, that his bro was most definitely not alone.

Blake was in fact shirtless but more importantly the brunette was wearing his tee, which usually implied that something had happened between two people, but this was his dude and he didn’t have a single clue about chicks.

…was he actually being punk’d right now, was that still a thing?

Both of them looked fast asleep with the girl curled up next to Blake, her head somewhere near his stomach using it as a pillow, whilst his roommate had an arm awkwardly wrapped around her middle it was quite the sight to take in.

“What the actual fuck?” Anders mutters to himself quietly, unsure if he had woken up in an alternate universe or something, because this shit was beyond weird.

Sure he was hungover but Anders very rarely hallucinated, unless he had been spiked by shrooms again courtesy of Adam, who liked to put them in food and watch him lose control something that he absolutely hated.

Standing still Anders continues to watch them both just incase if he suddenly moves, one of them would giggle and shout surprise because this obviously was a set up, otherwise all that he ever knew to be true was clearly all just bullshit.

Previous girlfriends of Blake’s and he used the term very lightly here, were all fives at best but Anders was amazed that he had hooked an eight at least, unless this was all a very short con like he had paid the chick to come here and pretend that she was lost.

…it had to be the only solution to all this fucking madness, because right now Anders really didn’t want to believe the truth.

Hearing a noise makes Anders look behind him to see Adam stumble into the room, groaning weakly until he clocks his homeboy Blake on the couch, which makes him cover his eyes and then quickly move his hand away.

…like even he couldn’t believe what the hell he was seeing.

“Did they-“

“I don’t know dude.” Ders cuts off Adam with a low voice and an aimless shrug.

“What the hell, did Blake finally score with a chick at last?!” Adam shouts loudly in response, clearly unable to hold his thoughts in, which obviously stirs the pair on the couch.

Blake opens his eye suddenly waking up to spot his two roommates in front of him, glancing down silently to spot Imogen moving slightly but then settling back down, making him look up to reward both Anders and Adam with a smug grin back at their very confused faces.

Pretending to still be asleep because Imogen woke up as soon as she had heard Adam shouting, but she would make a point of staying where she was instead, body nestled against Blake’s with her face on his front resisting the urge to giggle or say something stupid.

“What is this-“

“Yeah, did you two buck?” Anders demands ignoring whatever Adam had been about to say.

“Dudes-“

“You did not have sex!” Adam retorts with a sulky voice because this was so unfair right now.

With the best seat in the house Imogen hurriedly lifts her head up, trying to look half asleep but failing when she grins at Blake’s friends, sitting up to snuggle closer to him all the while placing her hand flat onto his chest with a soft pat.

The room is deadly silent as she gives him flirty eyes which were pretty genuine, Blake looked so cute in the morning with his messy curls all over the place, and a smile aimed right back at her that made her stomach feel funny which was ridiculous.

…what the fuck was going on here because did Imogen aged twenty eight and five month have a crush?!

“Guys, could you just give us some privacy please?” Imogen asks his friends making Blake chuckle at the same time, whilst his roommates both continued to look on speechless.

“Not a chance-“

“Are you wearing Blakey’s tee shirt?” Adam questions with a chuckle, swiftly ignoring whatever Anders was about to say in the process.

“It looks way better on me right!” Imogen declares as she moves the blanket off her legs, causing Blake to grab it and place it over his front hurriedly because he was rocking a semi right now.

“Hot damn!” Adam giggles back at the same time that, everyone can hear Anders cursing out loud in response.

“This isn’t right!” Anders stated bitterly as he removes his tee shirt, then decides to drop down on the floor and do some push ups.

“You want to push off right now bro?” Adam questions almost falling flat on his face, as he tries to copy whatever Anders was about to do.

Imogen glances at Blake her legs nestled close next to his, as he just grins and shrugs back obviously not caring what was happening right now, which suited her fine but she wished that his friends would take the hint and actually fuck off.

“You two need to leave-“

“Why don’t you two leave!” Adam snaps cutting off Imogen, who rolls her eyes back at him with a bored look on her face.

“It’s boring when you just copy what I say Adam, so take the hint and please leave us alone.” Imogen replies diplomatically, but her tone has an obvious hint of sarcasm added for garnish.

“Have fun then did you?” Anders asks with an obvious fake smile, spread widely across his face, as he stands and tries not to sound out of breath.

“Well actually-“

“Wait until I’ve left and then tell them how good you are.” Imogen cuts off Blake with a sly grin, standing up from the couch she then leans closer to Blake pretending to whisper something in his ear.

“Pretend I’m saying something hot.” Imogen explains to him with a soft giggle.

“Someone is still horny.” Blake chuckles back with an obvious wink aimed at Imogen, who semi plays along by biting her lip in return.

“This is a joke-“

“Blake you old dog!” Adam exclaims crying off Anders as he stands up from the floor, having not performed a single push up himself but flexes his arms regardless, it was just pure muscle memory at this point.

“There is absolutely no way you two hooked up!” Ders demands sounding beyond confused right now.

“It’s just a shame that these two idiots woke us up.” Imogen tells Blake ignoring his roommate as she adds “I was really hoping that we could have some more fun together.”

“We could totally go to my room-“

Blake is cut off by Imogen’s phone which starts ringing beside him, glancing awkwardly back at his bros who both have wide grins on their faces, he watches as she picks up her cell quickly leaving the room to take the call.

“Big swing there dude, now fess up!” Anders states with a wide eyed look at his buddy on the couch.

Meanwhile Imogen rushes to the end of the hall to take her call, locating the bathroom she presses the green icon, and hears her best friend Ellie sigh happily down the phone.

“You’re alive-“

“Totally, no thanks to you and your bad dating advice.” Imogen cuts off Ellie who tuts quickly in response.

“How is this my fault?” Ellie questions with a snort but then asks “So what the hell happened to you.”

Sighing Imogen pauses for thought despite still feeling very tired, last night had been a lot but meeting Blake had been the icing on the cake, a pretty sweet ending to a shitty evening.

“It’s a long story.” Begins Blake who then quickly adds “But I can’t tell you anything when Imogen is still here.”

“Making up random stories isn’t cool anymore dude.” Anders retorts standing tall in front of his roommate, whilst Adam looks between both of them pulling a stupid face.

The three of them were suddenly locked in some kind of stand off with Blake still seated on the couch, and his two friends standing in front of him, arms now folded across their chests like they were not going to be moved.

“Something did happen-“

“Clearly you prematurely evacuated your pants and ruined everything.” Jokes Anders causing Adam to nod in agreement.

“The complete opposite actually.” Blake states with a confident grin, one that he hoped conveyed just how much of a boss he was right now.

“So you found these three idiots on their roof and then proceeded to crash at theirs?” Ellie questions for the third time in as many minutes, making a noise which makes Imogen move the phone away briefly.

“That’s it I just hung out with one of the guys, and here I am talking to you now still completely alive.” Imogen explains with a smirk on her face.

“Pin drop me your location.” Ellie begins with a yawn and moments after Imogen performs this action her friend replies with “ What the hell are you doing in Rancho?”

“Bad date with a douchebag, followed by a creepy driver on the way home which resulted in me getting stranded here.” Imogen states with a sigh, because fuck knows what would’ve happened, if she hadn’t met the guys in the next room.

“Next time I’m coming with you, why didn’t you call me right away?” Ellie questions in a motherly tone, because she was always the one out of the pair to have their shit together.

“My phone died but one of the guys helped me out-“

“Not your date then?” Cuts in Ellie with a loud snort that does nothing for your current mood.

“No he was terrible, one of the dudes from the house hung out with me, he was really cute actually.” Imogen explains then seconds later instantly regrets it, wishing she could erase that sentence from existence.

“Well you can tell me all about it when I send a car to pick you up, and you meet me at our favourite coffee shop.” Ellie replies in a sweet voice, which makes Imogen cover a hand over her eyes, knowing she wasn’t going to live this down anytime soon.

“That doesn’t sound plausible, so remind me again how the hell did this happen?” Adam questions in a frustrated voice, whilst Blake just smirked back looking hella smug.

“First there was a joint and then one thing lead to another-“

“She saw your tiny spaghetti dick and felt sorry enough to have a few second’s of pity sex with you?” Anders questions with a loud and annoying laugh aimed at Blake.

“It’s not tiny.” Blake states darkly until a memory from earlier, has him grinning wide all over again, because he was the only one to get any action recently he was basically a hero.

“Why don’t you bring your new friend with you?” Ellie asks with a laugh which causes Imogen to tell her to fuck off.

“I literally just met the dude about five hours ago!” Imogen explains in a sing song voice this was getting very old very fast.

“You know you rarely call a dude cute anymore he must have left quite the impression-“

“A lady never tells.” Imogen cuts off Ellie by ending the call, whist imagining her friend laughing all the while.

A memory from earlier makes Imogen smile to herself because it had been fun, but now she needed to get dressed, and wait for the car that Ellie was sending her a perk of the job of being the best roommate around again.

Checking her reflection in the large bathroom mirror, Imogen likes how well this tee suits her it was white with a classic video game image of the front, with the film being a favourite of hers from when she was a little kid.

Even after noticing the beer stains down the front of the tee, Imogen still likes it enough to wear it back out until she could locate her clothes, pulling open the bathroom door to hear loud voices arguing in the next room.

“What the hell happened!” Anders demands followed by a loud scoff.

“Come on, tell us, come on!” Adam shouts in an excited voice like a child who had just heard the ice cream truck music.

“You’re both embarrassing yourselves right now, Imogen is still here-“

“Yeah she wants you to pay her because that’s the only way, Blake you hired this chick to pretend to like you.” Anders states not letting Blake finish his sentence, instead he hit his dude in the metaphorical balls where it would hurt the most.

“I’m insulted that you think I would do that, sure I’ve had someone play a girlfriend of mine in the past but that was only once!” Blake retorts with a firm nod, whilst quickly regretting re opening that can of worms all over again.

With a brief lull in the conversation Imogen walks back into the room, noticing the look on Blake’s face accompanied by his friends, who were grinning at her as if they had finally pieced together their imaginary puzzle.

“Did you hear that?” Adam questions with a chuckle, eyeing the brunette who was stood next to him.

“Yeah, I heard you both being assholes to Blake yet again.” Imogen deadpans complete with a fake smile on her face.

“We just want to protect him-“

“So do I!”Imogen cuts off Adam who rewards her with a weird look.

“Yeah but you don’t know this dude like we do-“

“This is ridiculous!” Blake snaps cutting off whatever Anders was about to rap, by standing up from his seat on the couch, only to then recall that his jeans were still undone.

Looking down in horror as his pants slipped down his legs, revealing tie dye boxers and his wilting morning wood, hurriedly bending down to pull said item of clothing back up ignoring everyone in the room.

“Did you get a hand job last night?” Adam questions glancing back at Imogen with a look of respect almost.

With a grin Imogen ignores the evasive question, instead dipping down to pick up her jeans and vest glancing up to clock both Adam and Anders, checking her out whilst trying and failing to not look so goddam obvious.

“I will be right back.” Imogen tells Blake with a wink as she heads off, back to the bathroom because it was time to leave, and wait for this car to arrive.

Changing back into last nights clothes wasn’t fun, but it wasn’t as if she could just wear this tee shirt back, even though she kinda wanted to but obviously wouldn’t admit that out loud.

Last night had been touch and go but this morning, helped get her groove back and not die because the idea had played on her mind, but now all she could think about was the moves that had played out with Blake.

“No seriously, what the hell happened on that couch, do we need to burn it and buy a new one?” Adam questions with a hint of disgust because one of their rules, was clearly no funny business on the shared furniture.

“Of course not!” Blake retorts with a snort quickly followed by a giggle as he explains “I think we cleaned up pretty well afterwards.”

“Can you put a tee shirt on I don’t want to have to see your abs anymore.” Scoff Anders looking away to see, that Imogen had come back at last.

“Here.” Imogen chucks Blake his tee which he grabs with one hand, pulling it over his head quickly, an adorable smile plastered across his face when it reappears.

“This ain’t cute anymore-“

“Dude.” Blake huffs angrily complete with a roll of his eyes, whilst looking a little pissed at his friends.

Imogen clocks the look and decides on the spot, to make a show of thanking Blake the dude was a good one, it needed to be acknowledged also that he was a hottie who had deft fingers to boot.

“It’s been lots of fun guys, but I need to bounce.” Imogen begins then looking directly at Blake she says “You were a true gentleman and fast learner too!”

“You mean still a virgin more like!” Anders slams with a loud laugh.

“So what?” Imogen questions rounding her eyes on Anders, who was obviously asshole personified at this point.

“Er with a tiny dick also, allegedly.” Adam states with a smirk.

“Dudes.” Blake states with a whine placing a hand in his mane of hair in obvious frustration.

“Well, I wanna see Blake again-“

“You do?!” All three guys question at the same time loudly, as if they were shouting at a tv as a cliffhanger scene on their favourite show played out.

“Walk me outside real quick.” Imogen tells Blake who nods back dumbstruck, and without a backwards glance at his friends the pair go to leave the house together.

“Oh it’s like that!” Anders shouts as he watches Blake open the front door, letting Imogen walk out first as he hangs his tongue out, whilst simultaneously throwing devil horns in the air at his friends.

Adam smirks back at Anders who rolls his eyes but heads to the front window, glancing out at his roommate who might have earned some of his respect, but the jury was still out on that verdict.

“I know that was all just an impressive act back there.” Blake says following Imogen down the front steps, then stopping a little way on the lawn, the pair of them standing close together.

“No, I’m serious-“

“Why?” Blake questions placing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans awkwardly.

“Well firstly you were super nice to me and you’re definitely, not as creepy as your friends.” Imogen nods back with a soft smile.

“We don’t get a lot of chicks, sorry women this way-“

“I will definitely be coming back to see you again, I’ve had a lot of fun Blake.” Imogen tells the guy in front of her, who still looks confused by everything that has happened, ever since he came down from the roof.

“We have a party most weekends, so I can add you to our guest list.” Blake begins with a chuckle as he then says “But first I will need your digits.”

“Sure thing.” Imogen nods as she tells him her number and he rushes to add it into his contacts.

“The party is gonna be so sick!” Blake cheers raising his left hand in the air, but he quickly moves it back down when he clocks the blinds moving in the window.

“Count me in, oh and Blake-“

“Yeah?” Blake questions softly.

“Thanks for being a babe.” Imogen states leaning forward to kiss him on cheek, but he moves his head right and she lands on his lips instead.

Two seconds worth of hesitation later and Blake pulls Imogen closer to him, hands gripping onto her forearms, as he leads the kiss and all she can do is sigh again into his mouth.

Anders slams his fist on the window as he goes to rush outside, with Adam bringing up the rear whilst making shocked noises, neither of them believing what was happening right now.

Eyes clocking the two idiots at the door Imogen proceeds to happily flip them off, which causes both Adam and Anders to shout back at her, as she wraps her arms tighter around Blake’s neck.

“What the hell-“

“Go Blakey!” Adam cries out proceeding to make barking noises afterwards right there on the front steps.

“Fine, you win dude!” Anders snaps trying to sound happy but he’s too hungover for this bullshit.

“Nice moves Blake, I can’t wait to see what you will do next week.” Imogen states as she pulls away from him, then spotting the car in the driveway saunters off with a perfect wiggle in her step.

Glancing back quickly Imogen notices the look of pure adoration on Blake’s face, followed by Adam standing like a statue and Anders waving his hands around angrily, which makes Imogen grin happily as she reaches the car.

Blake turns on the spot to clock his roommates who look confused still, but he had so much to tell them yet all he wanted to do right now was dance, which he does pulling some of his usual Shakira-esque shapes right there on the lawn.

That is until Blake hears his guys laughing at him, only to spot that Imogen was also watching with a cute smirk on her face, causing him to suddenly stop and refrain momentarily from looking like an idiot.

Now seated in the back of the car Imogen waves out of the window, spying Anders giving her the bird but Blake was waving his arms around wildly, the motion making her laugh and watch as the three figures slowly disappear from view.

Her saviours well at least one of them, who she would definitely be seeing again next weekend, already knowing the dress that she would wear to the party and all the possibilities it could hold for her.

Blake follows his dudes back inside the house a smug grin permanently on his face, even he wasn’t sure if it would ever go away, but for now he would just wear it with honour a badge of his skills and how he now had it going on.

“So, what happened then dude?” Anders questions in that annoying tone of his.

“Did you fuck-“ Adam begins

“No way!” Anders laughs at the very idea, but noticing the smug smile on his dudes face, makes him doubt his answer again.

“Dude, jealously is a hella bad look for you right now!” Adam laughs at Ders who bares his teeth as a response back.

“It’s nice to see the tables have finally been turned-“

“Are you gonna tell us about it or are you going to be a douchebag about it!” Anders cuts off Blake with a hurry up motion aimed at his roommate.

“I could tell you-“

“Did you finger bang?” Adam asks incredulously.

“Under the panties..” Blake starts to say but is cut off by his bros both yelling in his face, as all three of them start to dance to a silent soundtrack in their heads.

“Dude, today you’ve finally become a man and are no longer a pussy!” Adam high fives Blake who nods his approval right back.

“But you didn’t blow it?” Anders questions with a shake of his head, and an almost look of respect on his face.

“Nope, because Imogen helped me out with that.” Blake grins causing his friends to start moving and dancing again, with him joining in as Adam jumped up on the couch to shake his curvaceous booty.

Perhaps last night hadn’t been a total waste of time after all, both meeting Imogen and the things that had happened on the couch, would pretty much stay on his mind for a long time.

…Blake could hardly wait until next weekend the party was going to be awesome, and for once he had a pretty hot date as well.

[angel-is-not-creative]

Hetalia

I cannot rate this with a good conscience ❤

I have autism and Hetalia is my special interest so this is literally 3k words long and I have absolutely no regrets. I could have gone on longer but I wanted to remain relevant to the class. If you don't reply to me I will cry.

I'm gonna break this into a few sections so you can skip around. I'm going to try and stick to just season 1 with this discussion, which won't be too hard cause it's the most insane one. Also, I just want to say that I wrote this all before I read the attached article and I'm now seeing that I literally could have written that article because I know everything about Hetalia.

When do we cross the line between stereotyping and just straight-up racism?

Hey, why are we idolizing WWII Germany?

Oh, we are portraying war as silly and funny, okay cool.

Is this Japanese Nationalism? (a surprisingly controversial argument)

The Sub and the Dub are 2 totally different shows

The Fandom (and linking back to other class-related terms)

Okay I'll name one good thing

Alright, let's get started.

1.

A lot of people will argue that Hetalia is not racist at all because they are making fun of everyone. If you are portraying all of the countries as their most common stereotypes then it evens out in the end. I would argue that this is in fact, not the case. Especially when you set your show during WWII. I will give Himaruya credit in that he mostly focuses on European countries to make fun of, making a lot of the stereotypes less so targeted at minorities. However, a lot of these jokes are still highly insensitive and frame some countries in a worse light than others

Just look at the difference between how Northern Italy is portrayed as opposed to Germany or Japan. Or how France is a predator, Belarus is into her literal brother, and Spain is seen as a creep. It is often times mocking an entire country's intelligence, appearance, or personality. While it is not always that serious, it does lead me to the second point.

When you personify a country and mock it, you aren't just mocking a piece of land, you are mocking an entire population of people. These jokes may seem harmless but they can still be hurtful. While I don't believe that liking Hetalia translates to your actual views on world events, it can unconsciously impact your real-life thoughts and behaviors.

(also why does Britain see imaginary magical creatures, what is that referencing? According to the wiki, it is some popular folklore story of a rabbit who lives on the moon but like.. what? If Himaruya was doing this much research into these countries' cultural backgrounds why is he portraying them like this?)

2.

This show portrays WWII Germany in too positive of a light for my liking. I've noticed a trend in anime where they seem to love Germany (or Germanic aesthetics) a lot (AOT I'm looking at you). Now I'm not well-versed in the interpersonal relationships between Japan and Germany, but the idolization is not it. The way that Japan in this show is portrayed as being literally obsessed with Germany is the biggest example (Italy is also shown having an immense appreciation for Germany and is often gushing about his positive qualities, even writing him a song while he was being kept prisoner). But I mean look at how Germany is portrayed, even his stereotypes are mostly positive, he is hardworking but helps out his fellow allies, makes great food, and is super strong. His only negative trait is that he sometimes doesn't understand social scenarios and that makes him very awkward. However, he will always go out of his way to try and better understand his friends (like Italy) by purchasing books to try and help him learn the appropriate way to act in scenarios).

This is 10x worse in the dub but we will get there. When one of your main characters, the one you are portraying in the best light, is a literal war criminal hot anime boy, you can understand why I would be concerned. I mean they gave him the whole blonde hair blue eyed appearance like come on. Now I'm not going to go into depth on fandom or anything here but Hetalia knows that its demographic is young tweens (primarily girls) so how can you be surprised when this portrayal of Germany leads to WWII fanfics sympathizing with Germany and 14 y/o girls in German military uniforms doing questionable things. (also Germany becomes a canonically gay character in Hetalia in like season 4 or something and that just makes me so mad, like yeah, of course, the gay character is WWII Germany that so cool) (okay, I would like to clarify that technically Sweden is the only confirmed gay character. Sweden is bad representation though because he has one-sided feelings for Finland and makes him uncomfortable by constantly referring to him as his wife)

3.

I mean yeah, obviously this isn't going to be an accurate portrayal of history but some of this is just totally misinformation.

Austria invading Germany is literally just Austria annoying him in his house for a really long time. But also there's like actual wars... and like all of the events of WWI are canon... and like there are some really serious episodes

Also, we literally see a bunch of countries going to war personally, like fighting on the frontlines. Which to me confirms that these people are all literal murderers, like mass murderers lowkey.

Do you know how many weird USSR jokes there are throughout this? So many. Lithuania is pretty much just in a running gag where he keeps getting manipulated by Russia into coming back to live with him. (Yeah, there are so many USSR fics as well).

ALSO! why is the American revolution portrayed as the saddest thing to happen thus far, the storyline is stretched out from episodes 16-20 and it is all drastically different from the tone of the rest of the show. Britain is literally on his knees crying saying that he can't shoot America (which also implies these countries can physically harm/kill each other). Like that is the war you wanted to make all sad and sentimental? Why? Is this how Japanese people think that we view the Revolutionary war? Because that is a pretty inaccurate view.

Anyways back to the original point. Some historical events should not be played for laughs sometimes. It is incredibly disrespectful for actual victims of these tragedies to portray these events as funny or goofy.

Though I will give credit because Himaruya does make all sides of the war look like idiots who have no clue what they are doing, which is a sentiment I can get behind.

4.

As a both non-Japanese and non-Korean person I can not really give my opinion on this however I can share with you both sides of the argument. This is mostly in relation to the original comic strip, but has some relevance to the anime as well. I just wanted to bring it up because it is interesting to me. (This is briefly mentioned in the article but I wanted to expand on the argument).

You may or may not have noticed that there is no South Korea character in this show, however, there was in the original comic. In the comics, South Korea is a pervert who is constantly touching Japan and he also takes credit for the inventions of other countries. Now I'm obviously not going to go into the past history of these 2 countries because that would be incredibly long but the South Korean National Assembly reviewed Hetalia and determined that it was a "crime against South Koreans, akin to slander". So yeah, South Korean people were not happy with this portrayal and the character was inevitably removed from the anime before release. (This is a real picture of the South Korean National Assembly reviewed Hetalia, the corner shows South Korea groping Japan inappropriately)

There are two opposing views to the Japanese Nationalism take and I'll link them both (Belittling Japanese Nationalism Hetalia: Axis Powers is the title of the first one)

The first one pretty much argues that Hetalis is not Japanese nationalism because it paints Japan in just as negative of a light as all of the other countries, no one is left out of being made fun of. Japan is seen as socially awkward, emotionally repressed, and obsequious.

The second argues that Japan is often shown to be more intelligent than other characters as well as often being of the voice of reason (especially compared to China) and most of his negative attributes are not nearly as harmful as some others in Japan’s case, even his “negative” stereotypes are inoffensive, as they pose no threat of meiwaku.

I think we see in the dub that Americans are a little more willing to make fun of themselves. Though there are a few good Japan self digs, like the capitalism joke in one of the first episodes.

5.

Oh boy I've been waiting for this.

The dub is 10x more offensive than the sub. Most people consider it a crack dub.

So many of the jokes are rewritten that it is practically a different show. The sub is from a Japanese perspective and the dub is from an American perspective.

First of all the accents in the dub are so bad like it is actually atrocious. Japan is really annoying because not only is his voice stereotypical but he always says 'nani?' instead of 'what?' as if that is a normal thing that people do. The narrator is the best part of the dub and she is hilarious.

So I don't really feel comfortable even typing out the jokes here so if you want to hear them I included the time stamps for the three nazi jokes I remember in season 1 (the last two being worse).

Episode 1 (1:35:1:38)

Episode 7 (2:13-2:19)

Episode 48 (1:28-1:31)

Those are just a few examples and it gets worse. The dub literally had no reason to include these jokes because there is not even an insinuation of them in the sub and it makes literally everything a million times worse.

I will give the dub some credit for being so utterly ridiculous that it's funny. I will provide a few timestamps for the funniest jokes that only appear in the dub from the first 19 episodes (but I really recommend looking up Hetalia dub funny moments on youtube because some of them are really priceless):

Episode 13: (1:45-2:05)

Episode 14: (1:12-1:22)

Episode 17: (0:59-1:15) (2:06-2:11)

6.

Now I've had this post typed up for a bit and originally I wasn't going to talk about the fandom but after reading the article that he assigned (and going through the fandom unit), I see that there is a lot of reference to fandom in particular so I want to at least mention it.

Not the 2 biggest problems with the Hetalia fandom are racism and the fetishization of gay men.

As mentioned in the article, there have actually been multiple fan incidents of them dressing up in WWII German military uniforms Germany/Prussia cosplay, and standing in front of temples with fake guns or doing nazi salutes in convention photos (If we want to bring racism and fetishization of gay men together there were two people who kissed in a holocaust memorial museum in Italy and Germany cosplay... there is no picture of this so it might be a rumor but it was well-known so it is worth mentioning). There were also a lot of people using imperialist Japan flags in cosplay/fanart and writing incredibly inappropriate fanfiction about real-life events.

If you would like to see any of these incidents feel free to look up "Hetalia the Boston Incident" I don't really wanna include the photos here.

The fetishization is not unique to the Hetalia fandom, but it is amplified to the max. Obviously, within Hetalia, there are almost no female characters, so this leaves only male characters to be shipped with one another. Now suddenly Germany is an uwu gay bean and not an actual war criminal. At the moment of writing this Hetalia has 32105 M/M fics on ao3 which is only one of the three fanfiction sites, with ao3 not even becoming popularized until after the peak of the Hetalia fandom. (the most popular ship being America/England who refer to each other as brothers in the show as England raised America, showing another problematic part of the fandom). I would argue that Hetalia has one of the gayest fandoms (My Hero Academia is giving it a run for its money though) and I agree with the article that it is inaccurate to say that this is only done by straight cis women. The fact of the matter is a lot of queer teens used Hetalia as an outlet to express their own sexuality through these characters. The straight women that do fetishize BL are likely only doing so because anime creators suck at writing good female characters.

I think that the "level of gayness" turns straight fans away from watching the show (again MHA is the same way today) as it is hard to interact with the fandom without seeing some yaoi content. However, many people view this as something wrong or cringy, when in reality it is a normal part of fandom culture. When gay people have such little content that is actually gay, you cannot blame us for creating our own through characters that we like/relate to. Again, I think the only issues that arise here are the problematic ships that give young people a bad impression of relationships (abusive, incest, pedophilia, etc) or the arguable problematic ones like China/Russia or Lithuania/Russia as again these are real countries with real political relations. (However, I will never forget the time that there was Russia/China fanart on the news, maybe they approve and I shouldn't be complaining)

The thing is, Hetalia only seems so bad because the fandom is so large and so young. A lot of shows have fandoms that sexualize the characters and have kinda problematic fans, but the sheer volume makes things seem worse. This is something that we covered when we watched Genshiken, but there is a lot of negative stigma behind this fandom in particular, but it is just a loud minority that gets a lot of news coverage between fandoms.

It also raises the question "Is a show responsible for the response of its fans?"

Because while Himaruya has no control over what people do with his characters or how they interpret a plot, if a majority of people are leaving your show spouting vaguely racist rhetoric and interpreting your show one way, isn't there some validity in that interpretation? I think a creator has to be aware of their audience, which in this case is a very young and impressionable audience who might not understand how offensive some of the things they are doing really are. They don't hold the same ability to separate fiction from reality.

That being said Hetalia had a large impact on fandom culture as a whole, largely starting things like 'ask a character' panels (along with like homestuck but we don't talk about her). If you go to any convention you will probably find a Hetalia cosplayer, and if you watch any dub there is probably a voice actor from Hetalia there.

I also want to mention Hetalia is also a fandom full of cultural capital, If you don't know every niche fact, you're not a real fan, If you haven't read Auf Wiedersehen Sweetheart you haven't even met the entry-level requirements to be a fan. There are also no characters that are too sacred to be altered within the fandom. If you want to put Germany in a maid dress have at it, if you want to see all the characters as girls you're in luck cause Himaruya literally drew them. Fanfictions can take place anywhere from WWI to the present day and you can put any characters in any scenario and make it believable. There are thousands of pieces of fanwork, fan art, fangames, and fan AUs. These characters are malleable to fit your personal preference and there is really no way you could be mad at this as Himaruya does this himself, with no real established canon.

a Hetalia fan once said, "No one cares if Hetalia was written by a Japenese Imperialism apologist when you're 31 chapters deep into a human Au soulmate fic about Austria inviting Prussia to see his boyband perform in Berlin"

Himaruya is also the king of moe characteristics because he turned these Hetalia men into any cute thing he could think of, Chibi versions (Chibitalia), female versions (Nyotalia), and cat versions (Nekotalia). He has no reservations about drawing the characters in a dress or in cat ears. He gave the characters human names to allow for more standardized human AU's and made a DS dating game. He encourages fans to take his characters and use them in their fanworks as they see fit, canon is up to interpretation itself. I think Himaruya himself was a huge part of fandom culture (not that I could tell you cause no one knows anything about the guy) and saw how the female characters were often treated by fans and turned it on its head, allowing for females to sexualize the males this time.

Also, none of the male characters in this show resembles a Hegemonic form of masculinity. Even the most masculine character in the show (Germany) can be seen doing more "feminine things" like wearing a dress or proposing to a man. Which, you know, I guess is a good diversion from things you would typically see in an anime of this nature (but again there are a lot of instances of characters being feminine being played for laughs, like a man being girly is something inherently funny). Feat. Germany proposing to Italy with a tomato ring.

7.

I am Hetalia's biggest hater, however, I cannot deny the impact that it has had on my life and how much I love to talk about it. Hetalia is what introduced me to anime and fandom (and tumblr) for the first time. I met a lot of people I still talk to today because of this show. It encouraged me and a lot of other people to actually get interested in history. Thanks to this show I can identify every country in Europe, and it was a lot easier to remember historical facts if I just imagined the Hetalia characters. Also, Auf Wiedersehen Sweetheart is a literary masterpiece and there is a reason it almost has a five-star rating on goodnotes (https://www.goodreads.com/en/book/show/22064556) I love you George DeValier I hope you're doing good wherever you are.

I would like to make it abundantly clear that despite everything I've said that might make me sound like a woke blue-haired liberal, I don't really think this show is some horribly racist show or that the people who enjoy it are racist. I just wanted to provide a deeper outlook on the impact a seemingly dumb show can have on real people. I can't really blame the show for the terrible response of the fandom and it did honestly get better in later seasons that are not focused on WWII.

Despite all the bad stuff, it is a relatively funny little 5-minute watch, and you can really just jump in at any point you want to. If you don't take it as seriously as I do you might even enjoy it a little.

If you actually read this far I have major respect for you, I'm really excited to see what the general consensus on this show is.

Prussia and South Italy were my favorites in case anyone cared

If you're wondering why I didn't do my presentation on Hetalia despite my extensive knowledge, it is because I would be incredibly biased and I would go off the rails I think.

Also, my biggest fear is current Hetalia fans finding this and killing me, that might seem irrational but the Gundam fans found me last time so I wouldn't put it past them.

[robotsprojekt]

Hi! I came across your post about niche sexualities and I saw musicsexual was tagged. I was wondering if you'd be open to telling me more about that one specifically because I think I might have an alter that identifies with that but there aren't a lot of resources that talk about being musicsexual!

For sure! I've tried to detail my experience with it here but if you want to talk about anything else my DMs are always open :D

There's no term that really fits my attraction to music in the way I feel it, which is actually the whole reason I made that post in the first place... (i did not expect it to get the traction it has received but i'm all for it!) Regardless, I tagged it with musicsexual because I felt that might be the most easy term to look up? Another term I found was Musicophilia, but that mostly just linked back to a book (under that title) about sound psychology and music theory, and didn't actually detail attraction in regards to romance/sexuality. Musicsexual doesn't really feel like it fits personally, either. I feel like there should be some official term made for it that's broader than sexual interest, in the way 'objectum' is for those with platonic/romantic/sexual interest for those with objectophilia. Honestly I'm not sure how we'd go about that, though.

Now onto my experience with music itself- this probably won't be entirely sfw as it'll talk vaguely about sexual interests, but nothing detailed? I'm not sure what warnings would apply here lol

It's not every song I'm attracted to, it's specific ones. Songs that make me feel confident, music and soundtracks that I have an emotional attachment to, songs that do "get me in the mood", but not even necessarily towards a person or a craving for romantic/sexual connection, more just that the piece of music itself brings me such intense emotional and physical feelings that I don't see many people relate to. It's like that, if that makes sense..? There's likely better ways to word it, but I'm rambling off the top of my head here.

Typically my attraction comes to songs with a strong beat, something you could dance to. It makes me want to personify the music in a sense, just to be close to it. The best way I can show that is through enjoying myself, dancing, learning the lyrics, reccomending the song, etc etc. On occasion, it'll be songs without lyrics, usually something orchestral or from a game's soundtrack, perhaps both if I'm lucky. I suppose for others their 'type' in music would be different, as it is for attraction to other people.

It's not like I believe the music itself can be the reciprocate of affection, it's not like that. It's moreso just that my brain takes the phrase 'music is beautiful' very literally, and it makes me affectionate and loving towards the piece itself. I could talk for hours about my favourite songs, and my heart would beat the same as it would if I were to ramble about all the things I love about my darling partner. It's love. Attraction. Affection. I'm not even sure what to call it, but I know what I'm feeling is the same.

Sexually? I don't know how to describe it other than "this song is HOT." I mean it's not like it always makes me feel like I'm attractive myself, though it usually does by proxy, sometimes the song is just fuckable. It just makes sense to me that way. Of course, it's not uncommon that people play music during sex, and though that is a wonderful experience in its own right, it's not quite the same to me as actually enjoying the music in a sexual sense without the need of a human presence to be attracted to. That's what made me realise that musicsexuality is its own thing, and not just some weird kink: people aren't necessary to the attraction whatsoever. Though, again, it is a nice bonus when they collide! Haha!

Put simply, music affects me in a way that makes me feel in love, and to my knowledge it's not a common experience for people to feel that way. A lot of people probably do, and don't know how to put it into words, or think it's too taboo, for one reason or another. I'm attracted to certain music, and it's nice, and it's pure. I hope there are others with my experience out there, too.

I'm not sure what else I could detail here, really, but again, if you have any questions my askbox/DMs are available! Hope this helps you and your alter(s) feel seen, at the very least :)

[partoftheairforce]

this picture is my entire life 😻

[gaelic-symphony]

for the character thingy:

Tara

Emily

JJ

Regina/Evil Queen

No pressure to do all of them though if you don't want to ✌️

For Tara:

Why I like them: She's everything to me!!!! She's kind, strong, empathetic, emotionally intelligent, totally badass, and unbelievably hot. She's my wife and I love her. She's perfect. 10/10 no notes.

Why I don’t: I do not have an answer for this. I literally cannot think of a single reason not to like her!

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Ugh, it's impossible to pick just one! Either Mirror Image or False Flag.

Favorite season/movie: 13. It's a great season for her, and a great season for Temily.

Favorite line: When she refers to herself as "the woman behind the woman (Emily)." I take this as proof that Temily is canon.

Favorite outfit: GREEN DRESS 🥵

OTP: Temily

Brotp: Talvez (Luke and Tara)

Head Canon: She's a dog person, but has never actually owned a dog.

Unpopular opinion: This fandom's constant sidelining of Tara is deeply rooted in racism and misogyny. The only reason she's not as popular as other characters is because she's a Black woman.

A wish: I wish the fandom would stop treating her like a minor character!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Her leaving the show

5 words to best describe them: The love of my life!

My nickname for them: Wifey💕

For Emily:

Why I like them: Lesbian with mommy issues who just wants to be accepted and loved. She's just like me fr! Also her growth as a character from season 2 to season 16 is absolutely beautiful to watch.

Why I don’t: I don't like fanon Emily. She's nothing like canon Emily.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Demonology!!!!!!!

Favorite season/movie: Hmmm I might have to go with 16 because I love gray haired Section Chief Prentiss! I hate so, so much of Evolution, but for Emily purposes, it's an absolute masterpiece.

Favorite line: I have many, but "I've got a Glock leveled at your crotch" certainly stands out!

Favorite outfit: Cargo pants. Iconic lesbian wear.

OTP: Temily!!!!!!!

Brotp: Demily

Head Canon: Her parents divorced when she was in college, and even though she's not close with either of her parents, she has more of a relationship with her mother than with her father.

Unpopular opinion: Almost nobody in this fandom understands her or interprets her correctly. She is NOT a bumbling incompetent. She is NOT chaos personified. She is NOT comic relief. She would also never talk like a Gen Z TikToker. She's a middle-aged federal employee who excels at her job and has close, caring, mature relationships with the people she works with.

A wish: I wish people would stop butchering her character. This includes wishing they would stop shipping her with men.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Hotchniss. Really any het Emily ship, but especially that one. It's an abomination.

5 words to best describe them: A lesbian for the lesbians!

My nickname for them: Other wifey💕

For JJ:

Why I like them: She's a deep, complex character with so much room for fandom exploration. Also pretty lady make lesbian brain go brrrr 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Why I don’t: I don't really like the direction her character took in later seasons, when she came back as a profiler. I love media liaison JJ, and I love Evolution JJ, but in seasons 7-15, she just doesn't do it for me like other CM women do.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): Hmmm probably North Mammon?

Favorite season/movie: 5 was a good look for her! I liked the bangs.

Favorite line: "It's not people, it's men."

Favorite outfit: Her Evolution crop top and leggings combo 🥵

OTP: I honestly don't know that I have one? I love Jemily and Jara, but I think Temily is endgame.

Brotp: JJ and Morgan!

Head Canon: If Henry had been a girl, JJ would have named her Rose, after Rosaline.

Unpopular opinion: Reid stans are way too hard on JJ, to the point of being misogynistic about their dislike of her character.

A wish: I wish the Jeid confession had never happened!

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: Will becoming a main character on CM.

5 words to best describe them: too complex for this fandom😒😒

My nickname for them: I don't really have one

It's been sooooo long since I was in my SwanQueen era, so I don't think I can answer all of these for Regina, but I'll answer some!

Why I like them: Ummm...she's a morally gray milf? Literally what more do you need?

Favorite outfit: Her in suits 🥵🥵🥵

OTP: SwanQueen!!!!

[toyota-supra]

any thoughts on love?

I'm always thinking about love, at least a little bit.

Whenever I first fall for someone, it feels like they're everything I need to live, in the same way I feel about a really nice thing I just got into or about a really nice food that I suddenly want in my every meal. This is why it's a pattern in my poetry to associate love with the desire or appreciation for an item. My passion is so big though, that sometimes I end up just gushing about the thing I'm comparing them to unironically.

I ended up calling this "to objectify people, to personify objects." my therapist liked this so much that she ends up mentioning it every session, saying that I have a way with good phrases (that pleases me.) but she always changes it from "object" to "thing" which I feel kind of misses the point a little, but I don't really mind. it's a phrase, and her interpretation matters more than my authorial intent or whatever.

whatever I feel here cannot be attributed to a "thing that I like." it's an object of my desire. or an objective. objectifying. I understand that the word has negative connotations but I also don't think that my passion should have its own negatives scrubbed off for the sake of a nice sentence. I've mentioned here before that love is scary. it is! it's terrifying! how could you not be terrified when someone tells you that you matter as much to them as the things that literally keep them alive (food, water, the fucking air, whatever) or that encompass all of their life (every place, every sound, every sight, every feeling, every smell, every object)

sometimes I just get a little confused. one of these days, I went into a toy shop and found a little Star Trek themed Hot Wheels van. I don't like vans. it was also based on Scotty, a character I don't particularly like in the cast of the show (though still a great one!) but. I don't know. something about the way I was already feeling those days and the shock in seeing that thing just sitting there, by itself, felt like it was... something I needed in that moment. something that I could live without, but that I don't want to live without. I don't want to leave this place without this thing, I want to as much as I can have this with me and I always say that the worst thing you could do when you want something is to think about it so I just bought it and took it home. and it's there. not the most beautiful in my collection nor does it get the most attention. but it sits there as a symbol of something. and it's also really nice on the wheels because they're rubbery

the point is. sometimes every glass of juice, every bite of cake, every lick of ice cream and every step I take reminds me of something nice like you.

I wrote a poem about this back in January.

A Heart-Shaped Circuit Would Have Difficult Corners

I've been through here three times These hallways, these lines

Trying to find a reason to go While my heart keeps saying no

Not without you I can't leave yet Even if it's crazy since we just met

But you are really precious, to me I believe And I know that from me much love you'll receive

Dear Star Trek car, not Spock or McCoy You are the Scotty Hot Wheels Toy

[alyjojo]

Love Reading 🌡️ - August 2024 - Capricorn

Singles:

Who is Coming In: 2 Pentacles rev & Knight of Cups rev

Regarding: 3 Pentacles rev

Long-Term Potential: The Moon

Someone delusional & lovebomby af that you want nothing to do with, run. The end. Long-term, you have no idea what they’re up to because…you don’t care. I don’t see you ever addressing this, you’re probably ghosting 👻 with The Hermit at the bottom. Could be switched, if so they probably caught a vibe or somehow took you insincerely. The Oracle shows a not great energy, could be theirs or family is somehow involved. 5 Swords is snide judgement, wounding words, kill or be killed mentality. So they’re an asshole. Like, your Grandma sets you up with her church friend’s single kid and they’re the literal Devil you will never, ever, ever be into. Well, you can’t just say that (you can but…), maybe to Grandma. Long-term, it’s laughably no 👎

Messages:

- Boujee

- Lust 💋

MASK 🎭

- Hiding True Feelings

- Pretending & Delude

- Gaslight & Personify

Even if dark-souled entities are in your own family, know that you can divorce yourself from them.

Signs you may be dealing with:

Capricorn, Pisces & Aries

Couples:

The relationship: Ace of Pentacles

The problem: The Chariot rev

What to do about it: Knight of Cups

There is an outside person/energy here or this isn’t your reading. I don’t see them being a problem but they exist. Ace of Pentacles is here with what looks like the opportunity to cheat, have an affair, respond to someone commenting on their summer photos, etc. It’s shocking or unexpected, it may cause some upheaval, but ultimately goes nowhere. I don’t even see a response, it feels like a photo comment that starts some drama over someone you don’t even talk to. They aren’t what you want and there’s nothing to worry about. But your person won’t let it go, or that’s switched, and someone is getting impatient with the worry/anxiety repeating. It’s nothing.

Currently, no healing has been done, that’s what needs to happen. The advice is to not rush in passionately or hot & heavy. Try soft. Romantic. Loving yourself more if this is you (just because if it’s not). Whoever is being hit on could give a damn less that whatever “opportunity” is being missed, they’re present in this connection with you, or switch it. All you can do is be loving and encourage growth, Old School at the bottom shows a need to undo or rewire some old conditioning in your thoughts - or someone else’s. Untangling the mess, because you love your person & want to move past whatever this is.

Messages:

- You Make Me So Hot 🥵

- I’m Not Sorry

HEALING HEART ❤️‍🩹

- Healing Heartbreak

- Toxicity or Addiction

- Abusive Relationship

Signs you may be dealing with:

Pisces, Libra, Taurus, Virgo & Capricorn

[moonlitfirefly]

Dreaming with Nettles.

“Literally, she grabbed me

(Yanked my yoke)

Gripped the imagination

Remember: if you tread too softly

she will sting.

She wants us to grab

with strength and might.

Grab what?

The story. The song.

This life. the poem. The truth.

Grab it like you mean it.

The blessed healing balm.

The one that stings. That one.

she will gather

a handful of stems

and bundle them into a broom

and lash you

to bring the blood to the surface.

To quell the ache

To bring the wonderment of creative transformation to the surface.

The way they did in times of old.

In the hot steam earthen huts

in northern europe.

Bring the blood of the story

to the surface.

Make the marrow sweat.

She’s got will and Wild wonders

Our green woman

cousin of honeybee queens.

Rewilding the blood

Rewilding the hands

Rewilding the threads and fabrics of our

Modern lives.

Bring it.

Oh how I love her tea

Her Mettle

Lovely lady nettle

Casting a spell

She sings a songline

About strength and fortitude

She knows the gift

Of grit and solitude

And silence

and knowing when to speak

She bubbles and brews

the cauldron of alchemy

She grabs the caduceus

by the horns and spins

Fiber into gold

She is

Ancient knowing

Personified.

How doth she speak through you?”

Xoxo

The Wild Matryoshka

The Wild remembering

Stasha Ginsburg

nettle spun words

Art: Sarah Jarrett

Source: 📸 Look at this post on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/share/p/SihA4TvacY7w7qJJ/?mibextid=WC7FNe

[httpstes]

✧.* Placements that I find attractive Pt.2 ✧.

Link to Part 1 :D

Taurus venus 🫶

These people are so elegant and gorgeous in the way they appear.

Literally the way they walk, talk (ESP TALK), dress and carry themselves, bruh they could be js sitting still and even sumn ab that makes them hot 😭

On a physical level these guys are hot asf okay, venus ruled sign in the planet of venus…they are bound to be blessed by aphrodite herself. However these peoples energy is what extends their attractiveness.

Unlike a libra venus, taurus venus has a silent beauty. Depending on other placements, these people may not talk much but they thrive in the silent atmosphere. Just pure calmness and serendipity is how I would describe these beings.

However when they do talk, OMG, taurus venusians have such beautiful voices, it’s always so royal sounding ifykwim. Their words just flow so smoothly and they always manage to calm me down with even the smallest of words due to how relaxing their voices are ❤️

But i mean it makes sense since Taurus rules the throat so 🤨.

Taurus venusians also know how to make anything look stunning, and this is something I admire ab them.

They make their rooms so cozy and aesthetically pleasing i js wanna live there bro. They also are so cute when getting ready or doing their makeup. They can put together even the UGLIEST of clothes and somehow pull it off and make it look amazing. Same with makeup or any beauty related thing, they could rush their makeup or have not a lot on and they still look so put together and attractive.

All in all, I love Taurus venus's sfm, y’all keep me going in life i swear, virtual hugs to all of you 🫶🫶

Virgo mercury/moon/mars, Virgo/6th house stellium

You guys, similar to Taurus also js look elegant and attractive 😭

Virgo placements literally look like fairies esp if u habe virgo asc or chart ruler in the 6th house, you either look cute and adorable or js rlly seductive and graceful.

Virgo placements and ESP 6th house stelliums (or if you have inner planets in that house) have such a strong work ethic. It’s so goddam attractive how y’all persist through things and don’t give in to urges so quick.

Self-restraint and discipline 🙌

Lots of people ik who have virgo placements or 6th placements also take rlly good care of their physical and mental health, bitches be journaling in the morning then meditating, having some good as smoothie then go to the gym to work out. i want that for myself.

Virgo placements give amazing advice and truly listen to you. They make you feel heard and appreciated , it’s literally one of the many things they’re good at.

6th house placements are the exact same. amazing hosts and very hospitable, i’d purposely break my own bones js to have these people care for me.

y’all are so pretty and fine to be stressing, don’t be so hard on yourselves 🙁

Cancer rising

Man. I love cancer risings with my whole heart istg.

Cancer risings in general make people feel so loved and cared for, and as a taurus rising those qualities that they manage to naturally radiate make me want to be around them 24/7.

Now onto physical appearance, cancer risings are just very attractive. Every single one I’ve met just.. are ?!?

Half of the cancer risings I’ve met look very cute and just so pretty, literally a moon goddess. They have very soft features and look so delicate and graceful.

The other half of cancer risings i’ve met, again still have this soft, delicate vibe about them but it’s more seductive.

The first bunch are basically a goddesses personified but the other half are real life sirens.

All in all, they all are very very charming no matter the other placements they have.

cancer risings can come off as mysterious and alluring, this adds to their attractiveness.

Cancer risings also wear their hearts on their sleeves so it’s very easy to tell what they’re feeling at any given moment. This to me is very endearing and cute.

Their expressions and reactions can give away feelings that they were trying to hide and thus it can frustrate them at times.

However at the same time it can easily convey a message to others without the use of words. This adds to their charm as they can understand body language and feelings pretty well.

Id definitely say these individuals most likely have high emotional intelligence. And if there’s anything i find attractive in a person, it’s intelligence 😭

sorry for not posting as much, i’ve been struggling to find some inspiration to write on here.

I tend to get bored of the repetitiveness and like to do new things but I’ll return to the previous observations I’ve done and continue on them :))

As always,

Thankyou for reading 💓