#so much opportunity for attention and judging other people’s outfits

[anna-scribbles]

world’s normalest family wishes you a happy halloween!

bonus:

[luxxuriantt]

The journey of 2023 Wonder how 2023 will change you? Choose below.

Pile one- Are you healed or just distracted? nine of sw, ace of wands, the kight of cups, the six of wands Either in 2022 or at the moment reading this, you struggled with anxiety or depression. I think this pile was not feeling good enough or they were too scared about what the future holds. You may have wished to experience more, to accomplish more, some situation in your life, were causing too much worry and keeping you from a good nights sleep. A cluttered and overstimulated mind, overthinking every little moment and being overly judging of your every step. I overall see lots of anxiety,exhaustion and worries. If this is the case, then pile one, 2023 is going to be your phoenix year. I see you regaining your will and your spark, you will take life in your hands again and start living it to the fullest. Through out the year, i see most of you exploring new horizons and making bold moves. Someone is going to start a new hobby or a job that they enjoy and for some i see relocation or starting college/university. Pile one, you will start taking more care of your body, paying more attention to your habits, diet and physical activity, this leading to you really glowing up. This year will make you become more creative and expressive, if you do make art, you will show it more, and for the others, you wont hold back in being yourself and doing/saying what comes to you naturally. Lmao i also feel like this group will put themselves out there and actually attract suitors and possibly some fun affairs and one night stands. Ypu may meet a future romantic partner. At the end of the year you will like you really succeeded,you are now bold, unapologetic, confident and glowing. pile two- Good news the queen of pentacles, the ace of swords,the eight and nine of pentacles

Talk about making money pile two lmao. This upcoming year, is gonna make you really focused on your career, on your studies, self worth and health. I do believe that a major lesson you will learn is what real confidence and self worth feel like. I do feel as tho many of the people who will choose this pile have confidence, but it is not coming from the inside, rather from external validation, so in 2023, you will start feeling comfortable in your own skin, and it is not going to matter with whom you are and where you are. Your mindset for a lot of things will change, you wont come from a space of lack anymore, you will start realizing what you have and feel more grateful. This will lead to more opportunities and it will be muuuch more easy for you to receive the universes blessings. Many will start loving their physical body, start taking more care of it. Skin and hair care, healthy diet and sleeping schedule, outfits that suit your tone and body, being picky with whom you share the space and energy, all that good stuff. Now like i said, there will be a lot of focus on your career and studies and basically anything material or practical that is important for you, so expect promotions, rewards, high scores and recognition. The year itself, i dont feel like it will be a smooth ride, there might be periods of isolation or losses/ feeling lonely, but i dont see you giving up or stopping. You will definitely come into more money and some may even go on vacation or buy something nice that has always been on their mind. At the end of the year, you will feel much more secure and more proud, you will achieve your plans and you will be pleased for reaching your full potential.

Pile three- If you have a tumblr... the death ,the hierophant , the queen of swords and six of swords

This year will change you....internally, a total internal metamorphosis. I think that right now you are carrying many opinions and beliefs that are blockers in your life, they are stopping you from moving forward and being completely in sync with the God in you, you still are not aware of the depths of you and your power. I feel like there is a part of you that is buried underneath and you havent gone thru an ego death. Either some events will happen to you or you will witness something that might shatter your world. Something will happen that will push you to change from your roots. There are some limitations in your thinking process that put you in a box, or somehow limit your being, it almost feel like you arent trusting yourself and are holding back. What will happen is, you will change yout perspective and start viewing the world differently. You will strenghten your relationship with the divine and you will preach what you believe in. Its like purification of the mind, seeing the bigger picture and finding the truth. After this, pile three, you will be unstoppable. Your mind will no longer be clouded easily and i think you will move on from reocuring thoughts or patterns and finally let go. i get a little sad when typing this but believe me in the end you will be grateful.I also feel like i should tell you that you are protected, so dont worry about it.

Thats all, thank you for your attention <3

[xxstraykidsaikoxx]

ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴏ ᴍᴄᴏ̨ᴜᴇᴇɴ || ᴊᴇᴏɴɢɪɴ

(sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴋɪᴅs) x ɴɪɴᴛʜ ғ!ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ

The ambassadors for Valentino and Alexander McQueen have been invited to attend the W KOREA November 2023 Event! How will the Maknaes of SKZ handle it?

ෆ contents: fluff, wholesome moments

ෆ word count: 763

ෆ note - hey everyone! apologies for being away since my last post but ive been busy coming up with my next move! I'll explain the details in a later post, but basically im starting a new series of small/medium one-shots going more in depth in aiko's relationships with the members. today is for jeongin and we'll make our way to channie! hope you all enjoy!

Ever since they'd gotten the news, the two maknaes of Stray Kids had been both mentally and physically preparing for this day. Both Jeongin and Aiko had been invited to the W Korea event as ambassadors for their respective brands; Aiko for Valentino, and Jeongin for Alexander McQueen. Aiko and Jeongin are very close, all due to the fact that they're so close age, so when receiving word that they'd be arriving together made them feel more at ease, especially Aiko. It had been only a month or so since she had been made a global ambassador and, unlike her older members like Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin, Aiko wasn't that comfortable with being too much in the spotlight. That being said, when the night of the event finally rolled around, she was a little nervous.

The car that was carrying the youngest members of SKZ was only moments away from dropping the two off at the famous W Korea event. "Ai, you've been fidgeting with your dress for the entire way here, are you sure you'll be okay?", Jeongin pressed, "I'll be fine, oppa, I'm just not used to events like this." Aiko replied, "It doesn't help being in this dress.." She added quietly. The dress Ai had been placed in was a short black dress with sequins sewed in nearly every where and one thing about Aiko, is that she despises sequins. It also didn't help that it was slightly cold by the time they'd arrived, and of course her dress had been slightly higher in the front part of the skirt, exposing her legs to the cold, unwelcoming air. When it was finally their turn to step out of the vehicle and onto the carpet, Jeongin took Ai's hand gently, "Listen, if you really need to leave, all you have to do is ask alright?" He mused. Aiko gave him a gentle smile. Jeongin had always looked out for her, as if she was his sister. Taking a deep breath, they stepped out into a sea of flashing lights. With linked arms, Aiko and Jeongin made their way down the carpet and into the center, where all the other idols and celebrities had been paused to take pictures. Making their way to their seats, Aiko had spotted a few of her idol friends, such as the members of ITZY minus Lia, Soobin of TXT, and more importantly, Jennie of BLACKPINK. Aiko's inner Blink cheered and suddenly this event didn't seem so bad anymore.

It was only 7 minutes when Aiko's attention span had begun to grow thin. She started to wonder how all these people could sit there for an hour or two, just to make an appearance and look pretty. Obviously she was greatful for the opportunity Valentino had given her, but she personally wasn't a huge fan of stuffy events like this. Thankfully she had her partner in crime by her side. Jeongin noticed her little mind begin to wonder, so he'd begun to talking to Ai to keep her entertained enough, as weird as that sounds. "Wow, look at her outfit.." Jeongin pointed out, "Jeongin! Don't judge people in public like this!" Aiko tried to calm him down a bit but even she had to admit to herself that the outfit this lady was wearing was everything wrong on a fashion test. "Ai, don't lie to yourself she looks like she's wearing a curtain from my grandmother's house." Aiko had to laugh at that one. As the air grew colder, it became more prominent that Aiko's legs had been subjected to the cool air. This didn't go unnoticed, especially when Ai had been trying to pull her dress down a little more. Jeongin being the gentleman he was raised to be offered his jacket to her, even when Aiko tried refusing, he didn't take no for an answer. The younger idol was reminded how Jeongin was with her, how he cared for her. Ever since her accident in where Jeongin had found her, he'd been more protective and worrisome over her, like any big brother would be.

Luckily for Aiko, the event had picked up a bit and everyone had started to lighten up. When the event was all over and done with and they were back at their hotel room, the decided to go live on Instagram to talk and joke about the whole thing. "Out of all the dresses they could've put me in it had to be the one with sequins!" Aiko complained. Jeongin laughed along with her, happy that his younger sister was finally comfortable again.

©straykidsaiko

ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

[ohsangwoosbat]

“Cheeky”; jacob x arno

by me based on my friends artwork :)) enjoy!

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Prestige and nepotism. That’s what the room reeked of— the foul smell enough to have you crinkling your nose, brows knotting tightly. Jacob had no desire to be in such kinds of places, nor did he care for these fancy clothes he’s been forced to wear.

“Stop that.” the taller man hissed, nudging at the smaller man’s shoulder. “Stop what?!” he gawked, thick eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “looking at everyone like they kicked a baby”, Arno sighed, looking down into his lovers dark chocolate-orbs. It was as obvious as day that Jacob was judging the other party-goers; granted understandable, they have a mission to complete and his blatant stank-eye was gonna make them look suspicious-

The british man huffed out a dramatic sigh, complying with his partner’s words. They both subtly scanned their surroundings, eyes searching for the man that they were supposed to kill. no sign of him.

Gesturing towards the tables on the opposite side of the room, Jacob grinned up at the french man. “Care for some refreshments, luv?”, the taller of the two cringed, rolling his eyes in disbelief. “Sure..”, he answered shortly, eyes returning to scanning the room. Smiling to himself like a twat, Jacob waltzed over to the other side of the room, his eyes still cautious though. There were drinks; fancy champagne imported from france, that probably tasted like muddy water— perfect.

Grabbing two glasses, he instinctively sniffed one, inhaling the over-priced bubbly liquid. The sweet floral smell and boisterous laughter around him, completely harmonising into something nausea-inducing, causing the young man to click his tongue in disgust. He much preferred cheap whiskey; a good ol’ on the rocks from the local pub. He didn’t care for this rich people cuisine, unlike his french counterpart, whom was quite used to the finer dining of france. Snickering at the thought, Jacob looked over at Arno, only to notice someone else had the same idea and was actively checking-out his man. unbelievable-

Dorian’s outfit for the night was a striking one— a black button up with puffed sleeves, that flowed into a cuffed wrist; a keyhole cutout in the back, exposing his soft skin. It’s understandable that it would draw attention- i mean, Jacob had felt his pants tighten the moment he laid eyes upon it, of course taking the opportunity to praise his lover and ultimately earning a slap in return.

Scoffing, he downed his glass and headed towards the taller man, eyes dark with jealousy, but also… amusement? The cheekiest of smirks had formed upon his face, oh he knew exactly what to do next.

His hand smoothed over Arno’s small waist, gently pulling him a little closer as his thick fingers fiddled with the fabric, maintaining eye-contact with the supposed secret-admirer. Startled by the sudden touchiness, yet not opposed to it, the taller of the two paid no mind towards Jacob as he continued scouring the area.

Time to show he’s all mine , he grinned cockily, leaning his face inches from the keyhole cutout. His breath fanned the soft skin of his lover, the ticklish sensation sending a shiver down his back. Ever-so-slightly, he placed his lips down onto the bare area, gaze of the stranger fully captured in his own. That cheeky grin— oh how they wished to knock it off his smug, stubbled face.

They wouldn’t have to though, cause as if on que, a hand swatted at his shoulder, earning a hearty chuckle from the brit. “What on earth are you doing?!”, Arno questioned in disbelief of what had just happened, earning another one of his lover’s signature grins; “oh, nothing!”

~the end~

[kichikichiko]

"Lonely"

Self indulgent post. Its kinda based off of how I grew up

Wanderer x fem!reader, comfort, fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, not proofread

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"Lonely"

If you were to describe your life from the day you could walk and talk to now, the one word would be "lonely"

Dont get me wrong, you had friends growing up. Maybe a lot, maybe only a few, and even then, it still feels like you againts the world.

No matter who you hang out with, the connection between you and your friend was never strong.

You knew, but brushed it off. Because at least having someone to talk to about something, anything is better than being alone.

But you were still "lonely", no matter how many people you surround yourself with.

You get attached easily, to anyone no matter who.

Toxic, boring, stupid, it doesnt matter

As long as they give you just a bit of attention, you'll suddenly cling onto them like theyre youre everything.

And yet

You were still "lonely"

Its frustrating. Why does the world want you to be lonely? Why should you feel this way in the first place? What could you have possibly done to anger the gods? Or was this their way of entertainment?

You'd blame all the hurt you've been through to anyone who isnt you. Especially celestia itself. Because if you blamed it on yourself, the more you'd feel worse.

"Lonely" was once your enemy, your foe. But the more you grew older, the more you've become tired with trying to get rid of it whether it be through masking yourself with different made up personalities for every single person you talk to, trying to talk to different people to find the one who matchrs your energy, or blaming the gods of teyvat and all its mortals for making you feel the way you feel, the more you've surrendered and accepted the "lonely" into your life.

Youve given up.

Because what was the point of trying at this point?

You can no longer blame people for your misery and woes.

At the end of the day, you are the problem.

Detaching yourself from the world, half of your life became a blur. You didnt remember if you still took up on the act of imitating everyone elses personalites, or if you completely stopped talking to people in general.

You didnt remember,

But what you did remember was meeting him.

Buying fruits from the bustling stalls of Sumeru, you finally met him.

From the corner of your eye, you saw an interesting figure.

Turning your head to get a better look you studied thr man from afar.

He seemed to be from inazuma judging by his attire. His whole outfit was coloured blue and white, his huge hat sitting on his head in a way which made him look intimidating and mysterious rather than silly, his eyes uninterested and annoyed, as his chesr glowed because of his anemo vision.

You stared at him for a while longer before he dissappeared in a blink of an eye.

You didnt know what you felt. But it was something weird, in a good way of course.

"I wanna see him again" you mumbled.

Months have passed, and from time to time, the strange man from inazuma would pop into your head as you daydream in silence when you were goung out with your friends.

Sometimes you think youre creepy, stupid and yhat you were "doing it again". Mainly insinuating that you'd get attached to someone you barely know and make scenarios of you both being together as a coping mechanism.

One day your friend has decided to invite you to try a cooking class with her. You dont really get invited out that much, so you werent about to pass up on this opportunity.

Both you and your friend arrived and was lead to your perspective stations. The instructor wanted everyone to find someone random around the room to be partners, so everyone can get to know each other and make the place more lively.

Going out of your comfort zone was hard, but thinking youre being a nuisance was harder. So you sighed in defeat.

Everyone finally got a partner but you,

You were standing there awkwardly, getting ready to tell the instructor that you're perfectly fine with being alone. Youve been alone for half of your life, being alone as you were in cooking class with no different.

Before you got the chance to talk, someone barged through the door, making everyone shift their focus on the door.

Your eyes widen when you saw who it was. It was the mysterious Inazuma guy. You were shocked, stunned and frozen in place.

Never once believe that you'd see him again

"Ah youre just in time! This young lady here doesnt have a partner for todays class so you can go right ahead and stand next to her station"

The mysterious men scoffed and walk towards your station standing right beside you without a word.

You were starting to feel nervous as there was no conversation coming up between the both of you. You thought that maybe you were the only one overthinking this because anytime you glance at him he would look unbothered and uninterested just like he did when you first saw him in that market few months back

"You can stop looking at me miss" crossing his arms and looking at you with one eyebrow up.

God he was intimidating and handsome

No no. Just intimidating you correxted yourself

Flinching you quickly apologised and whipped your head back and looked down at the table.

Wanderer knew you saw him on that day in the market, he's very observant what can he say?

"Call me wanderer" he broke the silence, looking down at the ingredients on the table, not listening to the instructor

You looked at him again, blinking

You wanted to question why on earth his name is "wanderer" but got a hunch that he'll be offended and stop talking.

"Nice to meet you wanderer, Im (name)" you responded

"Well (name) let's show everyone here who's the boss at cooking" he smirked a bit, determined to win

You were stunned. This wasnt even a cooking competition you wanted to tell him, but that might ruin the fun

So you smiled a little and nodded. "Right on it!"

Days after days passed, and if youre lucky enough you'd see him on the bustling streets of Sumeru, if you both make eye contact, you'd smile and wave as he nodded then go about your day

Soon that change, from simple hand waves, to small talks, to full blow on conversations to hanging out outside of sumeru city.

His company was nice, it felt warm and comfortable. You didnt have to imitate his energy, and you never tried to. Something about copying his personality just to talk to him felt off.

As much as he didnt wanna admit it, he also felt comfortable with you, not 100% no but if he were to be able to choose to go on walks alone or be with you he wouldnt hesitate to pick one with you.

You finally felt comfortable in your own skin

And suddenly, you didnt feel so "lonely" anymore.

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[just-leon]

_MY STORY AS WONYOUNG SOLO STAN

Warning®️this is Fanfiction about wonyoung's stan life with toxic hate by wonyoung haters.The main character is hidden Hurt by wonyoung's hate train .As defender but human tho .this is Inspired of real story

Be careful my english is break 😭

As wony stan,i have litteraly grew up with Jang Wonyoung debuted as izone center and maknae in 2018.I will breaking the silence of my life is always active as wonyoung defender since 2018

She was casted by starship before become trainee during 1 year .She participed in the mnet survival show named produce 48 also win as centrr with ton massive hate when she was only aged 14 yo(break my soul😔),shame on especially the international fans were always nasty toward wonyoung during final pd48 .I remember for them" she was untalented and lack much as iz*one center.Now we can the karma hit them also the table turn wonyoung is it girl and get more popular....this is sak*ra miyawaki get critized as untalented and didnt trying changed luch in kpop industry

During izone,they were underestimed girl group among the western kpop stans *they have no chill for unnoticed elegant concept and flawless discography but lucky this wondeful gg was so popular in asia esp korea and japan . I remember The sakura stans cyberbullying wonyoung with evil edits like that was such absurd thing for teenager girl like we need forget she want just realised her Dreams and sacrifices as kpop idol .

In ive she debuted at 17 yo with ton pressure and overworked schedules,she get ton hate even she did bring popularity for the group with yujin,i feel the non wizones (*izone fanbase is wizone) judged her much .This is suspect when there are ton youtube vidéos for critized wonyoung as evil idol or pick me .She isn't the one chosed her outfits for stage or schedules. SHE IS EXPLOITED NO FAVORISED .

Thet forget Wonyoung work hard for getting her opportunities even her members were worried because she didnt complaint about her busy schedules as teen. SHE IS IS SO PROFESSIONNEL AND RESPECTFUL.she trying her best for stay calm even with hate train by kpop stans on social media especially tiktok and YouTube sometime Instagram comments ruined my Day.

She is ovelooked because her visuel and her company didnt trying showcase her talents .Girlie write ton bsides by ive moreover many producers praised her .She improveduch herself as person and artist.

She want changed the kpop industry without trying hard show off front camera.For win lawsuit against YouTuber sojang also after there re many kpop idols like bts aespa exo sue this YouTuber because her statitic. DONT FORGET SHE SPEAK UP ABOUT HYPERSCRUZATION TOWARD FEMALE IDOLS IN KPOP INDUSTRY AND SOCIETY AMONG MEDIA AT AGE 19 YEARS OLD YES MOTHER .

She is hidden humble and sweetheart like she love her fans much every times .

Her company don't deserve her at all they cant promoted wonyoung at all..Lucky vicky she promoted herself well with brands deals and wonyoung fanbase support her so well on social media with fan accounts.

I notice only online people critized wonyoung hum the fact the staffs and seniors love her much.Obvious her haters are insecure and jobless. There is reasons why jyp said wonyoung is idea kpop idol.

There are times,we can feeling she isn't okay while herself this is freaking sad, i hope the peace inside her beautiful soul. HER VIBE IS AMAZING and we need pay attention to wonyoung as wonyoung stans because she can get much enough off camera with mental or physical.

Sttarship sabotaged her so much like she need get better promotion in other agency.We need more variety show and new concepts for her because she said that in many magazines or interviews.I know kinda she was overworked with ive world tour yet she get only brands photoshoot or brands events.

I hope many kpop stans know wonyoung story since many them think she focus about her visuel..they dont think her Dreams job is lawyer and annoncer but never kpop idol at all.

[fireofjudgement]

Keep on coming back (Part 1)

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: Chishiya x f!reader

Summary: You and Chishiya have never been friends. In fact, you did everything in your power to avoid the man. All it took to change that was one night, one game, and one life lost.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: confident!reader, mentions of death, sex (no smut in this chapter), blood, alcohol, character death (I'm so sorry), lots and lots of angst

A/N: This fic is vaguely inspired by the song Stupid by Tate McRae. Also my first Chishiya fic, so I hope you'll like it.

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Perfect, you said to yourself, twirling in front of the mirror one more time, with a satisfied look on your face. Your reflection stared right back at you, eyes sparkling, face already hot from all the memories you were about to make that evening. It wasn't unusual for you to be happy with the way you looked, you have always been a confident, proud person. Maybe that was part of the reason you survived this long. That, and the fact you've never shied away from taking advantage of your charm. But tonight you felt yourself more than ever - a lingerie set in your favorite color, hugging your body in all the right places, your hair styled perfectly, and just the right amount of your favorite perfume complimenting an already perfect image.

Last, but definitely not least, you put on the most important item of tonight's outfit. His hoodie. Wrapping the soft piece of fabric around your body, you were surprised to discover it still had his scent on it. Definitely less strong than the first time you had it on, but it was still there. Though come to think of it now, his smell was the last thing you paid attention to that first night. You couldn't hold back a smirk, the memories still so fresh in your mind, your body tingling at the sheer thought of repeating whatever the two of you were up to that night. Well..at least part of it. Your story, although full of excitement and passion, didn't start out on a positive note, far from it actually. You didn't like it when people asked you how and why the hell someone like you got together with someone like Chishiya. You answered the same way each time: It's complicated. 

After arriving at the Beach, not exactly voluntarily, and being presented with all the rules, you quickly realized that, contrary to what you thought at first, this place might just be what you were looking for all this time. Never-ending parties, all the food and alcohol you could consume, and your favorite part - countless opportunities to have amazing sex. Whenever you wanted, wherever you wanted, and with whoever you wanted. It got even better - the Beach's "uniform" of sorts was swimwear, and that meant two things: you could show off your body without being judged or frowned upon, and you had plenty of good views to admire. With your confidence, it wasn't difficult to find a consenting partner or several partners, either.

After a while of living at this never-ending party of an organization, you even managed to find a few people you could call friends. Kuina, Arisu, Usagi..in this world they seemed to be the only people you could trust and confide in, even though you didn't think you'd have anything in common at first. Living at the Beach for some time has taught you that the place can be as dangerous as it can be fun. It was crucial to have someone trustworthy, someone willing to protect and support you by your side. Besides, you knew looks could be deceiving, and with time, it became clear that these three have so much more to offer than you gave him credit for upon your first encounter. 

Usagi was not only extremely kind and patient, she was an excellent climber - strong, patient and fast. She also somehow always managed to stay calm and collected during times when everyone else was panicking. Arisu, on the other hand, was more..emotional, you could read him like a book. However, his intelligence and will to live were impressive at the very least, especially valuable traits to have in this world. But it was Kuina who quickly became your best friend. You've always admired her from afar, she was absolutely stunning after all, but when you finally talked to her, your bond became undeniable. She was smart and funny, an excellent fighter as well, but there was just something about her that you couldn't describe with words, but it was drawing you towards her from the very start and she felt the same way about you.

 And then there was him. Chishiya. You could have sworn he was a new member, you haven't seen him a single time throughout your entire stay at the Beach. If it wasn't for Kuina and your friendship you'd probably never even meet him, which, after everything you guys went through together, was really weird to think about. You didn't understand why your best friend wanted to hang out with.. someone like him. The only thing he's done less of than talking was showing any emotions, no matter if before, during or after a game, or just in your everyday life in the Borderland. He was just..there. He was the polar opposite of Kuina and it just didn't make sense for the two of them to be friends. If you could even call them that. Something about him just felt..off. Needless to say that you were trying to avoid the man as best as you could.

That night however this option was no longer possible. It started out like every other night too - a wild party at the Beach, a few drinks with your friends before the games began. Hatter making a big fuss and holding a speech, every now and then interrupted by his drunken hiccups, slurring most of his words. Aguni standing by his side, intimidating as always, without saying a word. The militants driving each group to their assigned arena, with Niragi "accidentally" ending up in the same car as you again. The usual. The game itself didn't seem difficult either - a low difficulty spades game. You survived worse.

Weapons were a normal occurrence during games, especially during spades games. Getting your hands on one could potentially save your life when used properly, with the right strategy and timing. Unfortunately that night a new, inexperienced and terrified player turned an easy game into a bloodfest, a nightmare for everyone involved. After everything you went through since arriving in the Borderland, after everything you've seen, all the deaths you've witnessed, all the bloody and dismembered corpses haunting your dreams still, you didn't think anything could shock you anymore. And yet, when you heard a series of gunshots so close to your ears, and felt something warm covering your face, followed by a bunch of high pitched screams and a loud thud..nothing could compare to what you felt in that exact moment.

A million thoughts, a million questions racing through your mind, your heart seemingly wanting to escape from your chest. The rational part of your brain was telling you to run, hide, do anything to protect yourself from the danger, but your body remained frozen, your limbs unable to react, all movement impossible. Even breathing came with great difficulty. You couldn't do anything but stare at the spot where your best friend was standing just mere seconds ago, talking to you and laughing at how easy the game was, mockingly asking you why you seem so nervous. Now there was nothing. A silence so loud it hurt your ears.

[lv-iceprince]

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hey tata!

oh my god you have no idea how much i was looking forward to this ship! it brightened my day shipping someone who is absolutely adorable! you are so sweet and thank you so much for requesting! i put an extra ounce of cheery happy love into this for you😁

I’m saying it now, this pairing!! It is art, it is everything, it is the moment.

You had left this pretty open ended and even though you gave me the opportunity to ship you with an idol outside of Enhypen I just couldn’t do it.  You are so charming and the bubbly optimist part of you is totally irresistible, and I promise you I’m not biased when I say that Heeseung is absolutely floored when he meets you for the first time.

He is the one tripping over his words even though he is trying his hardest to stay afloat in the conversation. When you would crack a small, harmless joke about his nerves Heeseung was ready to risk it all. It’s in the way you speak, you’re very forward with what you think and feel, not to an obnoxious extent, it’s really beautiful to him.

Heeseung is a fool for someone with grace, confidence and attitude. After his nerves finally dissipate, he is ready to shoot his shot. Heeseung is one of the most outwardly charming people you will ever meet,  he comes across as so casual while actively shooting his shot, and his friends are none the wiser.

It’s so hard to get to the heart of this without all the gushing but wow, the combination of your visuals with Heeseung’s hits different. The only way I could describe it is you have some kind of  Clark Kent and Lois Lane dynamic where you both just look like you were made to be together. There is something so subtle about both of your visuals, you look so attractive in the most modestly beautiful way . It’s the type of beauty where one just feels inclined to admire.

Probably the cutest thing ever is the dual doe eyes. You and Heeseung look so bright and optimistic, yet there is something underlying, a sense of mischief.  The two of you definitely take pleasure in teasing each other through your longing gazes. While he looks at you his gentle doe eyes narrow into siren eyes.

With him it’s all in the eyes, he may seem like he’s very forward with his love for you but if you pay attention, you’ll realise that his smug gaze is a cover for all the love he feels for you.

Something I wanted to point out is that if you were unsure of your relationship there is no way to explain how your outfits of choice seem to always coordinate. You’re meant to be that couple that thrives in a relationship, the type to not want to be apart because you feel so fulfilled having each other.

The first thing to know about your relationship is how on the downlow it is, don’t get me wrong Heeseung has his moments where he wants to be vocal about being in a relationship with you, there is this smug side of him that yearns for holding it above someone’s head in a bragging manner, but he loves and respects you too much to ever do that. It also adds to the charm of your relationship. Only you know what truly goes on, and only you get to see the full extent of how romantic and suave Heeseung can be.

Heeseung may act on his feelings for you once you’re fully into the relationship but he is also great at listening, it may be the Libran in him or it could just be intuition but he knows when to be a shoulder to lean on, and he never actually judges you for any deep thoughts you may have, maybe some could surprise him or minorly catch him off guard but he actually likes being in a place of honesty with most people, only ever acting coy or mysterious.

Intelligence gets him, more specifically your intelligence. There is nothing more he would like than letting you speak on everything you know, even if there are some topics that you are still exploring.

This exchange of information is kind of sensual to him, think that “Draw me like one of your French girls” thing from Titanic but it’s him asking you to drown him in knowledge while you come across so sure and powerful in your words.

I alluded to it before, but Heeseung is a whole tease and a half, so your humour would be so damn attractive to him, you know, joking about something completely mundane would gift you with needy Heeseung or Needseung.

When you’re just laughing over the joke you just told he is siren eying you, lacking eloquence over the matter, he wants to smash. He is fully swept up in people especially if they have a habit of being smart or playful with the words that they use.

Heeseung really dotes on you in a way that was written in the stars. Scratch that he believes you are the stars, you are the light that twinkles beneath his touch, in some ways he feels like if he hadn’t met you, he would still be out there, astray.

His partial forwardness is fondness over how special a person he deems you to be. He wants to prove it to you time and time again, through listening, through touch, through sight that he is willing to do it all for you time and time again.

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So I know you haven't seen The Boys but I have a topic that I think fits MHA because I got it from that same show. MHA had a totally missed opportunity, I mean, among hundreds of others lol

But then I think about Momo (who is more than a hundred missed opportunities) and her pitiful internship with Uwabami, who was more interested in how pretty they were to sell her products.

It would have been a great opportunity to emphasize the beauty standards held for female pro-heroes. They're clearer there just not said but I know they are because they really like to make the female pro-heroes look as conventionally attractive as possible since the most popular female pro-heroes in-universe are conventionally attractive women. Do NOT get me started on Midnight (I'll save that one for another question though XD)

And also the sexualization, that ties in with the beauty standards since Momo and Kendo were clearly uncomfortable with everything in that internship. And it's extremely obvi that the female pro-heroes are sexualized, even the underage aspiring female heroes. SIGH... if only... if only Momo could have had that opportunity to explore that, because she didn't come intending to use her looks, she came intending to use her brains. How devastating would it be to realize that people only pay attention to how you look? Gosh I wish that could have been something for her.

Yet no, she and the other girls are still sexualized, in fact I think they got even MORE sexualized after this? I mean jeez...

That will always bother me. The sexualization of the girls and what's bullshit on top of that is the extra bullshit argument that the boys are sexualized too? Yeah right.

Now it's true, the boys are seen shirtless a LOT but... it's not through sexualized lens, it's through idealized ones since the boys being so physically fit and demonstrating their strength is a sign of manliness and promoting that masculinity. It's not meant to be sexual, the GIRLS are meant to be sexual, which is sick.

I mean god you don't see the girls emphasizing their strength the way the boys do. Except MAYBE Mirko but I emphasize 'maybe' since she's STILL very sexualized as you said in another post.

The girls are pretty much only there to be oggled whether it's for sexualized means or moe-ified means because even if the girls aren't being sexualized, boys love seeing the girls act like typical waifu-material and I say that because almost ALL the female characters are generally kind, docile and cheerful. Moe traits that appeal strongly to men, and no problematic traits that make them more two-dimensional.

Have you noticed that? Even the 'meaner' girls like Mt. Lady and Toga have moe-ified or sexualized traits. Toga is arguably the most nuanced female character but she's a victim of sexualization too by having her quirk make her naked for God knows why. Mt. Lady from her first scene was doomed from the start since that was all sexualization.

It's like the girls aren't allowed to be even remotely unpleasant or even have any kind of flaws in ways that would make them seem like real individuals. They're pretty much the same kind and caring person with a different face but somehow the same body shape.

Does... that make sense? ^^; I ask that question too much only cuz sometimes I don't always articulate my words right.

Yeah, it's clear that women in heroics are judged as much for sexual appeal than anything else; it makes a bad sort of sense because of the whole 'heroes are celebrities' bullshit.

I think... I think this is something that, in canon, probably got worse as time went on. When Quirks were starting out, and heroes were all just vigilantes, it was about ability, and with AFO around, survival. Like, look at Nana, she's attractive, sure, but her outfit is probably what is best described as 'bog standard hero': it's a bodysuit that covers most of her skin, practical looking gloves and boots, and a cape (has Edna Mode flashback). Beyond the cape (shudders), it's basiclly a costume that exists to just identify her as a hero, nothing more.

I'm not really in the mood to try and pour through hundreds of pictures, but that is both one of the most practical female costumes that I remember and the oldest one.

It makes an insidious sort of sense, even, in the most realistic kind of way: when everything fell apart, and heroes first started being a thing, the public perception was probably, 'Save me! SAVE ME! I don't care if you look like Pennywise the Goddamn Dancing Clown, I DON't WANT TO DIE!!' Nobody cared about outfits, or if you were a hobo or a weirdo, as long as you protected them.

Things settled and heroing became a career, and the costumes became... not standardized, but professional. There was quality behind it, but it was still less 'This is me in particular!' and more an identifier that 'I am a hero!'.

Then, as time passed, and safety became something standard, instead of exciting, the heroes become more... public. There was competition, money was needed to pay off damages, so the celebrity-ness of it all starting kicking into play, and from there it spiraled as certain people got ahead using their appearances, which probably caused a sort of publicity arms race until we have the canon system of ranked heroes and what not.

In a Watsonian sense, it does track. But, let's be honest here, Doyalist is right in this case, Hori wanted to draw sexy women.

You mention Mt Lady, right? Yeah... here's the thing about her. She's sexualized because she's a fetish. I'm not going to tell you what, or go into detail, because that's not what I want to spend time on, but if you don't already know it's not that hard to figure out which one.

The choice of Mt Lady as the first female hero we see, I think the only one in that first chapter, is telling. It's even more telling when the second female hero we see in any real depth is Midnight. And, let's be honest: she's literally just a different fetish. I mean, Mt Lady, in five seconds, shows more depth of character by being glory hungry, and as a living example of the corruption of the hero society, than Midnight does in MHA almost the entire time.

Like, "canonly", Midnight wants to dress like that. She was going to dress more extreme than that, if I'm remembering Vigilantes right, and I think a law was passed that basiclly boiled down to, 'Midnight, no horni?' I went "canonly" because, of course, that's bullshit, and Hori is just trying to explain her everything off by just going 'she's just like that!' I know you didn't want to go into her in depth, but I just would want to say... instead of making excuses for her (non)characterization, I would have loved if she had taken the female students aside before the internships.

Then she could have explained the 'facts of life', that she's like this because it's how she got this far as a hero, and that they'll be expected to do the same. After that, you could go the jaded route, and have her advise them to as the practical way forward, or the 'ra ra heroic' route, maybe have her explain she grew to like her outfit if you have to, but more importantly that things are different now and that they don't need to listen to anyone who tells them to dress down, and they should go their own path, Plus Ultra. But you know, Midnight doesn't get character development.

Really, the Uwabami thing was interesting to me, not because it was good, but because it seemed like it was going to be good, but then dropped it at the last minute.

The way it was set up, how mercenary Uwabami was about looks, how unheroic she was in general, the sheer confusion with Momo, how Kendo was there to point out the flaws for her, the set up was there to talk about about the sexism, and heroic corruption. I think at some point that was supposed to be the start of Momo's character arc, that she was supposed to go through a Hermione like loss of unthinking trust in authority, grow frustrated, maybe rebel a bit, and start coming into her own. Possibly Uwabami could have done something to make her seem... you know, competent in any way as well, instead of literally being a model who (checks the wiki)... finds people sometimes. There was a lot of work put in to undermine Uwabami, to highlight how shallow she seems and how Momo didn't like it, but it just... never went anywhere. Momo just remained obedient, then it ended and she basiclly wasted a couple weeks for nothing.

It really feels like someone pulled the plug there, and I'm curious about who and why, not that we'll ever know.

Ah, yes, the guys 'being sexualized'. I mean, they're attractive, I guess; there's enough fan girl simp threads for Eraserhead's whole... hobo-ness that that's clearly there, but Eraserhead isn't exposing more skin than he's covering, or wearing skintight spandex.

Really, to anyone who thinks its the same, I want to direct them to the Hawkeye Initiative, aka: imagine the male characters in the female character's clothing and/or poses. Just... just do that, and then marvel at how much skin there suddenly is. Or, imagine Izuku going to his internship with Nighteye and the man spends the entire time dragging Izuku to commercials and trying to update his outfit.

Or both!

Just imagine that for a minute for me. Right now. I'll wait.

...

....And, now that I've proved my point...

I just want to highlight something about Toga here: in theory, the idea behind clothes getting in the way of various Quirks makes sense. Quirks are biological, the powers comes from the body, thus it radiates from them, and clothes are directly in the path of that. So Momo being restricted to her body's available surface area, like her skin is a defacto sort of door she chucks items through, tracks with the settings logic. The fact that Tooru is actually invisible, and so clothes would make her noticeable because they aren't makes sense.* The problems I have with that is, A, they're just used in the most stripperific ways possible (people: give Momo more clothes! Hori: gives her a cape, then exposes more skin) and also, and worse, that we have Mirio, who has this exact same kind of problem... but he's given this convenient solution because he doesn't look attractive when naked, so he can use it for comedy on demand.

*Or, at least it made sense until we found out she just... bends the light around her, instead of being physically transparent. This gives her an option to do things beyond being invisible, thank fuck, but... if she bends light around her body, why can't she bend it around the clothes on her body?

Toga, though? Toga adds to her body; she coats herself in her magic identity slime. When it's done, it melts, and it's clear it's extra mass; she doesn't change her body, she disguises it. Out of all of them, it makes sense that she should be able to keep her clothes, since her Quirk just magics her target's outfit out of her magic identity slime along with everything else it's mimicking. They may be wet, sure, or maybe damaged, but she literally layers it over herself. I can't really think of a reason for her to have this specific weakness of 'I can't use this with clothes' beyond 'for the sexy'.

Personality wise, I've mentioned it before, Toga literally is an archetype, the crazy yandere, that's blood themed. Almost every single major female character I can think of is themed, and generally in a sexual way. It gets escalated, I think, because the hero thing means costumes, and branding, and I do think it's so... same-ish, that all the women are caring, because, A, as heroes they're literally mandated to try and take care of people, and B, there's no time spent on them to develop them.

By and by large, the male heros also try to take care of the people around them (I mean, unless you're named Endeavour, then you have other people do it), but it kinda hits different when Kamino Woods is a walking tree and Mt Lady has a skin tight outfit, doesn't it? Moreover, the only actively 'harsh' female hero I can think of is Lady Nagant. Who... is also an assassin, and had recently broke out of prison, so that's not exactly a quality example.

As to not feeling like real people... Uraraka does, since she came for money with her backstory of being poor, and seems to have graduated to wanting to help people just to help people (before Hori began to ignore her for half the series). Again, though, she has some of the largest amount of female screen time as The One True Waifu, so it's not that she's more than the others, she just has that luxury of development where the others can't.

When Hori used to post his notes in the manga, it was easy to see that he (usually) had a grasp on a character beyond what we saw, he just didn't have a chance to show it (Mt Lady, for example, wants fame to get money to pay off the massive property damage bills that she constantly makes since her Quirk doesn't work well in cities; that's actually really humanizing, but it's side material, and not something we can understand just by her jockeying for more good press).

In other words, at least at the start of the story, before Hori began to pump and dump characters to fill one specific purpose and never use again, the characters were actually characters, he just never gave us a chance to see them beyond the most shallow of takes.

But yeah, you're right: in and out of universe, the female characters exist to be females first, and always attractive ones at that, and characters second, if they're lucky to even get to be characters.

[chaos-thirium]

Oooou I am so excited to see what you get up to with your prompt list! How about 13 and 28 with Nines? 👀

Here it is! I hope you enjoy it.

13. "Look what you do to me." 28. "Each of my thoughts about you are improper."

Nines x AFAB reader. Rated M.

There was a lot you didn’t know about Nines. He was enigmatic and professional, and brought a whole new level of meaning to the word ‘inscrutable’. But there was one thing you did know for certain: he was as attracted to you as you were to him.

You had no confirmation of that, but you knew it. He had tells. Small things that gave it away, let you know that you got under his synthetic skin.

Once you’d figured out how to read him, it had all seemed so incredibly clear. You’d redirected the energy you’d spent on trying to work out whether he liked you or not, instead using it to torment him.

Well, ‘torment’ was a harsh word. ‘Persuade him into making a move’ would probably be more accurate. You weren’t going to do it yourself. Nines was a deviant, and therefore you wanted him to make the decision, to choose you. You were done giving orders to androids.

You weren’t above trying to influence them, though. Not when you wanted something. You’d been known to do the same with humans too.

You’d started with some casual flirting that he hadn’t responded to. Then it was light touches to his arm while conversing, then purposely putting yourself in his path, sometimes in very contrived ways. (Once, you’d stolen his stapler just so you could bring it back to him.) Although his LED flickered yellow and he seemed thrown off guard for a split second every time, you couldn’t get him to be anything other than professional.

If it had seemed that he wasn’t interested, you would have left him alone. You weren’t that pushy. But that wasn’t the vibe you got at all. Your attempts to reach out just seemed like a lower priority to him than his work, and you weren’t happy about that. So, the first opportunity you had to act outside of work, you took advantage of without a second thought. 

The department was throwing a party for Captain Fowler’s 25th anniversary on the force, and it was a fancy event. The function room of a nice hotel had been booked and decorated, and everyone had turned out in their best. You’d chosen your outfit very carefully, picking something in a colour that most flattered your skin, in a fabric so clingy it was almost scandalous. It showed off everything you wanted to show off, and you drew many eyes over the course of the evening. Fortunately, that included the eyes you’d intended it for.

As soon as you had his attention, you purposely ignored him, engaging in some flirty banter with someone else. It was a cheap trick, one of the oldest in the book, but you weren’t above such things. You knew it was working, because people started giving Nines a wide berth, put off by what you’d nicknamed his ‘murderbot’ expression. It struck fear into the hearts of perpetrators, and turned you on far more than you thought it probably should.

Being under his gaze was making you unexpectedly warm, and you excused yourself from your company, heading for the bathroom. You needed to splash some water on your face, take a moment to gather your thoughts.

You judged venues by their bathrooms, and the hotel’s were nice, bordering on posh. Rather than a large room with multiple stalls, there were several small rooms with their own stall and sink. Even the obligatory condom and tampon machines were posh, stocked only with the most expensive brands. You sniggered to yourself, locking the door and enjoying your moment of privacy. You wet the back of your neck and the inside of your wrists, letting yourself cool down while you met your own gaze in the mirror. The evening was fun so far. Not so much the party itself, but the game you were playing with Nines. You wondered if he realised he was in a game. Probably. It was rare for him to miss anything.

You tore off a square of toilet paper to dab your forehead and the sides of your nose where you’d started to get shiny, and cursed that Nines had such an effect on you as to alter your temperature. You took a deep breath, threw it in the trash, and prepared to head back out.

You almost slammed into a broad chest as soon as you opened the door.

“What the–”

Then there was a hand at your throat, pushing you back into the bathroom, and you heard the door lock behind him. The weight of his hand rested more on your chest than your throat, with only his fingertips actually pressing on your neck, but it still felt dangerous, especially when your back gently bumped against the wall. You looked up into his icy grey eyes, and your breath caught. He was furious. And beautiful.

“What are you doing?” he snapped.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” you retorted, wetting your dry lips.

“You seem like you want my attention,” he went on, ignoring your comment. “With the unsubtle way you’ve been acting at work, not to mention what you’re wearing tonight. But judging by your behaviour, it seems you’re not fussy about whose attention you get.”

The words sent a thrill through you, and you couldn’t hold back a smile.

“Nines, are you jealous?”

“Of that pathetic specimen of humanity?” he scoffed. “Please.”

It was difficult to argue with either his words or tone. What human could possibly match up to him? Certainly not the ones you’d been using to bait him.

“Why are you plaguing me?” he said, and your eyebrows rose in surprise.

That was a rather…unflattering word choice.

“I…” you began, quickly realising that you didn’t know what to say.

He still had you pinned to the wall, more by his looming presence than his actual grip. He was making the small room feel even smaller.

“I just wanted to see if you could feel anything,” you managed to get out. “About me.”

“I’m a deviant, of course I can feel.”

“About me,” you repeated for emphasis. “Of course I know you can feel. But at work, you’re always so…rigid and focused and….and proper, I just…” You gave up with a huff.

Nines quirked a small smile, although there seemed to be very little humour behind it. He bent his head, and you felt his breath on the side of your neck, making you shiver.

“It’s ironic that that’s the impression you have of me when each of my thoughts about you are improper,” he said softly.

Your mind almost shorted out at the validation. It was one thing to know you were right, and quite another to have him confirm it.

You automatically turned your head to look at him, which put your lips within a hair’s breadth of his. His gaze flicked to your mouth, and your heart skipped at the thought of finally kissing him.

“Be improper, then,” you whispered.

His grey eyes darkened with that same focus you’d seen dozens of times before. Then he was gripping your hips and spinning you, and before you could blink, your chest was pressed to the wall, Nines crowding your back.

It seemed he was taking you at your word. Excitement crawled through your veins as his hands fumbled with your clothing, the breath that he didn’t need hot against your neck. You felt his fingertips sweep through your folds before he plunged two fingers inside you, making you gasp. You’d been wet for a while, but you appreciated him making sure of the fact before entering you.

You whimpered at the sensation, wishing you could touch him too. He pumped his fingers in and out while you panted against the thankfully-clean tiles. His fingers were longer than yours, and you closed your eyes as they caressed parts of you that you always needed help to reach.

“Are you happy now?” he asked, listening to your quiet noises. “You have my attention like you wanted.”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Do you have any idea how annoying you’ve been?” he went on. “Stealing my things just to give them back, trying to distract me from my work, and now wearing clothing that looks borderline indecent.”

You kept silent, because you knew you had been annoying.

“You’ve been such a brat. I’ve wanted to slam you against the wall and teach you a lesson for some time now.”

A rush of arousal washed over you at his words, and you clenched around his fingers.

“Oh, you like that idea?” he said rhetorically. “Well, you wanted my attention. Now you’re going to take everything I give you.”

“Yes,” you managed to say. “Please.”

He withdrew his fingers, and you almost protested, but then you heard the clink of his belt buckle, the suspenseful rustle of clothing. He knocked your feet further apart, and then you felt him nudge between your legs. He felt soft, but much cooler than a human, and you gasped as he swept his tip through your slick. He brushed teasingly against your clit, and you squirmed. Nines held you still with a heavy hand on the back of your neck. He didn’t apply any pressure, but he didn’t need to. Just the feel of it there had you frozen, more turned on than you’d ever been in your life.

When he finally pushed into you, you breathed out a needy “Yesss.”

He was silent, but you could see the amber of his LED in your peripheral vision. His thrusts were slow and deep to begin with, designed to tantalise with little relief, and it worked perfectly. You moaned at the feel of him sliding against your walls, hitting that key spot deep inside, but not nearly fast enough to build you up. You rested your cheek against the wall, lips parted as you struggled to comprehend just how fucking perfect he felt. All the trouble you’d gone to was absolutely worth it.

Nines had no problem with dragging things out, able to withstand more than a human. His occasional audible breaths gave away just how affected he was, but other than that, he seemed content to keep up the maddeningly slow pace for what felt like hours, torturing you with every slow, purposeful roll of his hips until you felt on the verge of losing your mind.

“Nines, please,” you whined, unable to stand it.

“What?”

“Please fuck me.”

He leaned closer, and you felt his lips at the sensitive skin behind your ear, making you shiver. “Do you think you deserve that?”

Well, he clearly felt the correct answer was ‘No’.

“I don’t know,” you said, your pride preventing you from giving him exactly what he wanted. “But you deserve it.”

He laughed in the face of your transparent tactics.

“I’m perfectly happy doing this,” he said, with another slow, deep thrust.

You groaned. “I need…I need you. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

The soft, dangerous tone of his voice didn’t escape you, but you weren’t exactly in a position to think straight.

“Yes,” you said recklessly.

“Hmm,” he murmured against your neck. “I can’t pass that opportunity up.”

You had a split second to ponder whether you’d made a lapse in judgement before his hips snapped up into yours, harder and faster than before. All other thoughts evaporated, and all you could think about was how fucking good it felt.

“Oh god,” you choked out, your body on fire as he finally gave you what you needed.

Nines braced his hands on the wall beside yours, fucking into you with single-minded determination that had your head reeling.

One thing you noticed alongside your own cries of pleasure was that he was starting to be more vocal too. Still quieter than you, but you heard little growls and grunts in your ear alongside the hot puff of his breath, and you loved the evidence that he was coming undone just as much as you were.

You gasped as his arms slid around you, holding you tight as he pivoted the both of you. Your hands gripped the sink in reflex, and you found yourself facing your own sweaty, desperate face in the mirror. For a moment, you’d forgotten that you were in a bathroom in a public place.

Nines kept one arm around your waist as he continued to drive into you, but the other reached up to grip your chin.

“Look,” he said, his voice a touch hoarse somehow. “Look what you do to me.”

You met his gaze in the mirror, just as desperate as yours. He couldn’t sweat, of course, but he looked dishevelled, needy, and as taut as a bowstring. It was illuminating, and you found yourself unable to look away. You’d never seen him so worked up, so on the verges of losing control.

You liked it. And it was all because of you.

“I…” you gasped, feeling your pleasure curl hot and urgent inside you, “I want you to come for me.”

It was inevitable, you knew that, but god, you wanted to see it.

Nines slid his hand down to your neck, applying just enough pressure to put you even more on edge, and said two words that undid you.

“You first.”

You tipped over the edge, crying out as the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced crashed over you. Nines followed with a growl, his LED flickering red as he jolted against you. You felt the warmth of his synthetic seed paint your inner walls, and you shuddered at the extra stimulation.

It was fortunate that he was holding you so tightly, as you would have slumped to the floor otherwise. In your post-orgasmic haze, he brushed his fingers down your cheek before kissing you, and you melted against him.

“Come home with me,” he said as you parted.

You didn’t know if that was the ‘anything’ you’d promised or something else. Either way, your answer was the same.

“Okay.”

After a quick clean-up and rearranging of clothing, the two of you left the bathroom, only to find Gavin Reed waiting outside. He looked twitchy, but you couldn’t tell if that was because he’d heard you or because he needed to pee.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” he addressed the two of you as he barged past.

“And you’re jealous,” Nines retorted calmly.

Gavin went beet red, muttering “Fuck off” before locking himself in the room that probably smelled of sex.

“Which one of us is he jealous of?” you queried as the two of you walked away.

“I’ll let you guess,” Nines said with a smile.

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xiao , childe and kaeya with a bimbo girlfriend?

(whoever requested first bimbo!reader , props to you i love this idea)

Note: OMG YALL ARE REALLY EATING UP THE BIMBO HEADCANONS,,, you're the 3rd person requesting this, anon! Not that I mind though, it's such an interesting idea. Enjoy~

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Genshin Boys x Fem Bimbo!reader pt.2

Part 1 - Part 3

Characters: Childe, Kaeya, Xiao

Genre: fluff, established relationship, suggestive themes (sfw overall)

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CHILDE

how does it feel to have a sugar daddy rich boyfriend? You, of all people, have the exquisite privilege to experience this opulence because Childe loves spoiling you rotten with gifts. Your clumsy, uncoordinated actions and words reminded him of his beloved siblings, absolutely adorable in his eyes

Childe would be very protective of you and he makes this crystal clear. Your predisposition to tripping and falling grants him an excuse to hold onto your hand or arm most of the time. Basically, you are always basking in attention when dating Childe and you like that

as a Harbinger, he can get busy and be absent. Childe will write you letters, but you would prefer him to visit you personally. It might be hard for you to accept this, thus throwing a tantrum

he has experience in settling this due to his siblings, so your anger dissipates instantly once he showers you with kisses and affection, "I'm sorry, my love. Promise I'll do better."

being in a relationship with you made it easier for him to execute his brutal line of work which obliges him to handle matters judged morally wrong in the eye of the law. Perhaps it is thanks to your ignorance that you do not question him much and he appreciates that. But, he feels guilty since he already has to conceal it from his siblings and now, you as well

dressing skimpy clothing around Childe is like playing with fire. When wearing a cute low-cut top, as mentioned, you link arms with him often. Sometimes when you need to tell him something, you would lean closer, causing your bust to press against his arm, "Childe, can we go over there?" Your boyfriend respectfully gazed down at your exposed cleavage with a smile plastered on his lips, "Anything for you."

KAEYA

before you dated Kaeya, he would playfully flirt with you with no means of commitment behind his words. It just happened because you stick out like a sore thumb with your attitude and various outfits that really emphasized your figure to bring out your best features

you surprised him however with your brash reaction to his coquetry. Twirling the ends of your hair and winking at him, "You like me, don't you? Don't be shy! Just say it and we can start dating."

your boyfriend jumps at every opportunity to tease you out of pure love. Everything you do just creates an opening for him to comment on it

both of you may exchange banters a lot that can get a little heated sometimes, but it does not have any negative feelings associated with it. He likes that you can be feisty and bold. Though you may not be the brightest at countering his snarky remarks, causing you to pout at him

using your pout against Kaeya is super effective because he thinks it is really fricking cute. He kisses your cheeks a lot because of that, "Don't be too upset with me. You know I tease you because I love you."

he definitely fell in love with your charms the more he commits to the relationship. Kaeya will have a moment where he went through a great ordeal of realization that he actually likes you

similar to Childe, clothes that reveal too much will agitate the man to ingrain some weird ideas in his head. He enjoys it though because he gets to see how striking you look as you sashay down the street next to him. Such a pretty doll that all belongs to him to show off

XIAO

in terms of adapting to social settings, both of you are like two peas in a pod. The adeptus has a poor judgment of what mortals consider a norm since he avoids them in the first place. It does not help that you are also inept in discerning what is right or wrong

while you handle things more impulsively based on what your heart fancies, Xiao is leaning towards being inexperienced when it comes to understanding our social standards. If he thought humans were strange before meeting you, then you are the epitome of strangeness itself

"(Y/N), are we dating? Like... are you my girlfriend, as what you humans call them?" Honest to archon, the majority of the subjects Xiao discovered about humans do not come from you, but something he merely picked up from the chatters of patrons in Wangshu Inn

"Yeah, I think so? I said I like you and you think you like me. So that makes me your girlfriend?" With your answer deterring away from being convincing, Xiao wore a perplexed expression, unsure how to respond. In the end, you just remained to stare at each other in silence, confusion instilled in both your heads

on a positive note, your relationship sails smoothly because of one special aspect. Xiao's love language is words of affirmation. With your boisterous manner which lacks a filter for the words you put out, you can be very frank with your speech

this means you say a lot of remarkable things about Xiao. Your awareness is deficient in recognizing it would cause him to be so flustered, "Xiao, you're so handsome! A perfect partner for a pretty one like me, don't you agree?"

about your outfit, Xiao will always juggle with these two reactions; are you not cold in that revealing and thin clothes? Wait, you look hot- as if he would outright admit that to you, obviously not

[watchmegetobsessed]

Drum it out - Harry Styles

a/n: hiya lovelies! im bringin an OC fic this time only because i had a strong vision about the girl and thought it would be best to have her as one instead of Y/N this time, but hope you’ll enjoy it regardless! Remi Devon is a baddie, i like her!

pairing: Harry x OC

summary: Harry is forced to find a new drummer since Sarah is about to become a mom, but no one seems to be good enough to replace her. It is until he meets Remi Devon, the woman who completely takes his breath away from the moment he sees her on stage.

word count: 7k

warning: NSFW content, some slight spanking

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“Don’t worry, you’ll love her just as much as I do!” Sarah smiles at Harry, giving his arm a gentle squeeze as they make their way into the small but cozy looking bar. Harry is skeptical, mostly because for him, no one compares to Sarah and if it wasn’t for her pregnancy, he would do anything to make her stay in the band. But he is so happy his two friends are starting a family together, it’s only that Harry is now forced to look for a new drummer as it’s getting harder for Sarah to keep up with the hectic lifestyle they’ve been living. Her bump is now pretty obvious and it’s only a matter of time until she can’t sit behind her instrument.

They’ve been trying to find someone to replace her during the second half of her pregnancy and at least the first year after she gives birth, but no one seemed good enough. Truth is, and Harry knew it damn well, that his problem was always the same: they weren’t Sarah.

Now she has dragged him to check someone out, a girl Sarah knows from years ago and who was told to be a mind-blowing drummer, though Harry has doubts about that.

“Sure will,” he hums, not too convinced about it.

The bar was previously a small theater, the seats have been taken out on the ground floor, replaced with tables and stools around the sides and a dance floor in the middle. The gallery is used as a kind of VIP area, this is where the two of them are right now, sitting at a small table in the front corner so they have an amazing sight of the stage where a local band is about to start very soon. Sarah said Remi, the drummer in the talk, is just a jump-in for the night for a friend, but it was a great opportunity for Harry to check her out.

“You know, she beat me at an audition a while ago. This super cool rock band was looking for a drummer for their mini-tour in Canada, because their drummer broke his leg and we both tried for it. There were still some people waiting to audition when she went in and she blew their mind so much, they just ended the audition right there,” Sarah tells him, the story still holds a dear place in her heart. She and Remi used to be close friends, but got a little distant as life took them to different paths. Now they are meeting up every few months when they are in the same city, catching up on everything since they last saw each other, sharing their equally exciting stories.

“Really?” Harry asks with genuine surprise as he takes his beer from the table and glances down at the stage. Everything is set up already and his eyes move to the shiny looking drum set at the back. It’s hard to imagine himself finding someone as good as Sarah, for Harry she has been the etalon ever since they met. But now he is forced to find someone even though he doesn’t want to, not even a bit.

“Yeah. She is the kind of girl that just turns heads wherever she goes without even trying.”

“You think I would get along with her well?” he asks, turning to face her just in time to see the wide smirk on her lips as she nods.

“I think you two would make an epic duo, H.”

“Alright, now I’m interested,” he smiles softly.

“She said they will play a lot of covers.”

“What kind?”

“You’ll see,” she smirks, sipping on her lemonade, a hand going to slide down on her stomach.

The dance floor is not packed, but there are a lot of people, seemingly most of them are here specifically for this band called Striped Shoes, Harry hasn’t heard about them until now but he is always happy to discover new music.

Soon, the lights go down, darkness falling to the theater, the only light is coming from the bars at the back. Then a spotlight turns on and a guy is standing in the middle of it, cheers erupting from the people as he starts playing the guitar and Harry immediately recognizes the song: Smells like teen spirit by Nirvana. Just a few riffs later all the other spotlights come on, each of them illuminating a member of the band and Harry’s eyes flick to the drum set where the only female on the stage is sitting, he catches her the moment she starts playing, the vibrant energy lingering around her almost knocks him off the stool even from this far away. Her hair barely reaches her shoulders, it falls to frame her heart shaped face in soft waves, the roots are a darker color than the rest that’s an odd shade of mahogany, but it suits her perfectly, Harry thinks. She has a few tattoos littered across her arms but not a full sleeve on any of them. They are on full display in the shirt that’s sleeves were seemingly ripped off, the fabric is raw on her shoulders. It seems to be some kind of old band shirt but Harry doesn’t recognize the logo on the front. Her legs are wrapped in ripped jeans and Harry is immediately mesmerized by how steadily she keeps the rhythm while absolutely nailing the song.

She makes it look so easy yet fascinating, her head snaps back a few times, a satisfied grin stretching across her lips as she enjoys the music, clearly a fan on it. She doesn’t miss a beat and flows into the next song that’s an original from the band as if the two songs were the same while she had to switch up the rhythm entirely through the transition.

Harry feels starstruck, watching this woman take the whole show, in his opinion, while simply sitting behind the drum set, playing like no one he has ever seen. She puts all of herself into it and that’s why she manages to outshine everyone else. Harry knows how hard it is for a drummer to get the same kind of attention as other members, but Remi makes it seem like it’s the natural, like drummers are the front people without a doubt.

When the cover version of Rock and Roll by Led Zeppelin comes on, in a way more hard rock version, Harry almost fears the stage is about to catch on fire. The song already has amazing drums in it, but the band gave it even more attention, giving a chance for Remi to show how amazing she really is.

“So? What do you think?” Sarah shouts over the music and Harry suddenly realizes he is not alone. He managed to zone out on the drummer without even noticing.

“She is… amazing,” he admits truthfully, in complete awe of what he is witnessing. This is music. This is passion. This is exactly what Harry always looks for in musicians and Remi has a whole lot of it.

They push the short drum solo a little longer at the end and Harry watches as Remi finishes the song standing, playing so hard that with the last hit, one of her sticks simply snaps into two, flying across the stage as she is breathing hard, skin glimmering from the sweat, her hair a complete mess from all the head shaking she’s been doing, but Harry thinks that it’s the hottest thing he has ever seen in his life.

Sarah knows she finally found her replacement, judging from Harry’s look she knows he is a sucker for Remi so she just lets him enjoy the rest of the concert.

When they play their last song and they all gather at the front of the stage to bow in front of the audience, Harry finds himself standing as he is applauding the band, but especially Remi who doesn’t even know Harry Styles is now a fan of hers.

“Let’s talk to her, shall we?” Sarah suggests once they disappear from the stage. Harry nods, finishing up his beer before the two of them head backstage.

Sarah has been put on the list since she previously let Remi know she would be coming. She was ecstatic to see her old friend, however was not told that Sarah would be coming with someone else so when Remi spots the two of them walking down the small hallway at the backstage, she is surprised but not shocked. She knows Sarah has been working with him for a long time now, but she wasn’t expecting him to be here tonight.

“Hey! There you are, mama!” Remi jokes with a heartfelt chuckle as she hugs her old friend. “Already looking like a milf!” she teases, earning an eye-roll from Sarah.

“Rems, I want you to meet Harry. Harry, this is Remi Devon.”

Remi’s eyes meet Harry’s piercing green ones and for a moment, Harry feels his stomach drop. She is even more breathtaking up close, in her simple but very fitting outfit, hair pushed back from her face carelessly she is easily the first woman ever to make Harry nervous to the point where he is having a hard time to even talk.

Remi holds out a hand for him smiling warmly and he luckily takes control over his actions and shakes it before it could get awkward.

“Nice to meet you, Harry. Heard a lot about you,” she chuckles softly.

“Hope you believed only the best,” he nods with a shy smile.

“Oh, of course,” she winks and Harry swears he felt his heart skipping a beat.

“We actually have something to talk to you about, Rems. Do you have some time for us?” Sarah asks.

“Yeah, just let me wash my face and I’ll be right back. There’s a small green room on the left, feel free to wait there,” she nods and disappears a moment later.

Sarah and Harry move into the room as Remi told them to and just a few minutes later she storms inside, a new shirt hugging her torso, a simple black one, but it’s tight unlike the one she wore for the concert. She sits into the armchair while Sarah and Harry have taken the small sofa.

“Alright, I’m all yours,” she smiles at them crossing her legs. Harry knows he should be the one to bid the offer, but it seems like he is not finding his words just yet. But Sarah is quick to talk when she realizes Harry is at a loss of words.

“I brought Harry today because I wanted him to see you play. We are currently looking for someone to take my place shortly,” she explains, placing a hand to her bump. “I know you’ve been freelancing lately so I thought you’d be interested in working with the band and of course Harry.”

“Oh!” She seems genuinely surprised at the offer. “So this was kind of my audition in secret?” she chuckles.

“You could say that,” Sarah smiles.

“And how did I do?” she asks, eyes meeting Harry’s gaze that hasn’t left her face since she arrived.

“You… definitely passed. The best I’ve seen so far,” he tells her and the smile on her face is worth everything for him. 

“So what does this mean exactly?” This time Harry answers, finally finding his voice.

“If you are not too busy in the upcoming time, I would love to have you as my drummer,” he states, handing her the offer on a silver plate, basically.

It’s an offer most musicians dream of, so Harry thinks she’ll accept it right away, but of course, Remi is not like others. 

“I’ll be needing some more details before I give you my answer though,” she smiles.

And that, she gets. A few days after the concert Remi meets up with the rest of the band and Jeff to talk about all the details. She clearly wants to know what she is jumping into and Harry respects that. At the end she accepts the offer and as Harry watches her sign the paperworks, a huge wave of satisfaction and excitement washes over him. 

***

The public imagines Harry as the picture perfect human being who is always at his best, never making any mistakes, but that’s far from the real truth. He is as flawed as anyone else, it’s just that not many get the chance to see him in this state.

His bandmates are among the few privileged ones that are bound to see all his ups and downs as well and since Remi is part of them now too, she has witnessed his bad days since they have started working together.

Harry’s growl is heard in the microphone when he is supposed to be singing and the music soon comes to a halt. It’s probably the tenth time he is messing up the exact same part because his head is just not at the right place. He knows he should be at the top of his game, not wasting his colleagues’ precious time, but he just can’t bring himself away from the heavy thoughts that’s been occupying his mind lately. There are days when he is as free as a bird, not a worry in the world, but sometimes everything comes down at once and he feels like crumbling under the weight of his own career.

“Sorry guys,” he apologizes into the microphone, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he closes his eyes for a few seconds to collect himself. The silence in the auditorium where they are currently rehearsing for tour is harsh, everyone is tired and they can feel the nerves creeping up on them about the upcoming tour and making sure that everything is perfectly in place for the first show.

Remi looks around from behind her drum set, holding her sticks in one hand and she doesn’t like what she is seeing. A group that’s always so happy and carefree is now just a big ball of stress, this is not right. 

“Guys, why don’t you all wrap it up for today, I’ll stay here with Harry and help him get it right,” she offers.

“How do you want to practice without everyone else?” Mitch asks, not at all in an offending way, more like out of curiosity.

“I’ll find a way,” she smiles softly and he doesn’t push it further. 

As the rest of the band is packing up, leaving slowly, saying their goodbyes Harry is sitting on the floor next to one of the speakers, head hanging low, deep in his thoughts. Adam is the last one to leave the place and once it’s just the two of them, she stands up from behind her set and walks over to the desperate man.

“Get up,” she orders, not in a bossy manner, more of a ‘do what I asked, I’m trying to help’ way so Harry obeys. Standing up he towers above her, almost a full head taller than Remi, but still, sometimes she can make him feel so small.

Harry has noticed that her energy is making her push the air out of his lungs sometimes, just the way she stands, looks, moves around a room, it’s making her appear like the ruler of everyone around her. He has often found himself just staring at her from afar since she has joined the band and even though she has caught him ogling her a few times, he just still can’t bring himself to stop admiring her. He definitely has a fat crush on the new addition to the team, however now his feelings are pushed aside, their place taken by his anxiety and worries.

She takes his hands and pulls him to the middle of the stage, putting the microphone stand to the side so they have some space cleared out around them. She then turns to face him, a warm smile tugging on her lips while he is rather curious about what she has on her mind.

“Scream,” she simply tells him, his eyebrows immediately knitting together in confusion.

“Wha’?” 

“Scream,” she repeats, but he is still lost about the situation. She chuckles a little before taking a few steps away from him, twirling around her heels before stopping facing the area where the audience is supposed to be during a concert. “Whenever I feel like I’m locked, like everything around me is so suffocating that I can’t even function normally, I take a minute and just let it all out,” she explains before taking a deep breath and hunching over, the most eardrum-breaking scream bursts out of her, making Harry jump a little.

She holds it long, until her throat is cracking up and she runs out of her breath, then the scream dies and she takes a deep breath, filling up her lungs again. Harry stands there, completely stunned, thinking that if anyone heard her now, they are surely convinced she is being tortured here. 

When she turns back to face him again, she is smiling as if nothing just happened, like it’s the most natural thing to randomly scream from the top of her lungs on a casual Wednesday night.

“Now it’s your turn,” she tells him, but Harry doesn’t feel like it’s gonna be his thing at all. But he still turns to the side, clears his throat and lets out a not too forceful shout that’s quite saddening compared to her scream. “Oh, come on, I’m sure you can do better, Styles,” she chuckles, hands on her hips as she tilts her head to the side.

“Is this really necessary?” he questions, eyebrows still furrowed at her.

“Very much. Now come on, do it!”

“Remi, I--”

He doesn’t have the chance to finish, because she screams at him, knocking the air out of him once again, making him flinch at her sudden action.

“Scream!” she then snaps at him.

“I don--”

“Scream!” she repeats forcefully and Harry gives up. Taking a deep breath he lets his voice out in a hoarse scream that’s way more vibrant than his last attempt. “Yes! Again!” she grins nodding and he does it again.

And then again and again, until he feels like his chest is completely empty, like nothing is keeping a tight grip on his insides anymore. He is panting, mind racing as he realizes how much better he is feeling now, meaning that Remi’s technique worked.

“How are you feeling?” she asks, smirking, her arms folded on her chest.

“Fucking awesome,” he chuckles out of breath, running his hands through his messy hair. 

“Great. You think you can handle going through the song now without messing up?”

“I… think?”

“Alright, grab your guitar and I’ll give you the beat.”

She moves back behind her set as Harry grabs a guitar, throwing the strap over his head, turning to face Remi behind him as he places the microphone stand in front of him.

“I’ll go softer on the beats, you just do your thing okay?” she tells him and he just nods, fingers already on his guitar.

Kiwi sounds a whole lot different with just the drums playing weakly and only one guitar playing, but it’s not what matters. Harry finally manages to go through the song without messing anything up.

When the song ends and the music is replaced by silence, Harry can’t help the grin stretching across his face.

“I fucking needed that,” he sighs, his head falling back for a moment as the last bits of euphoria settles in his body.

“Want to go over something else?” she asks, turning back and forth to the sides on her stool, playing with the sticks, twirling them between her fingers easily.

“You sure don’t want to go home like the others?”

“Let’s see what choices I have. I can go home and watch an entire season of Love Island on my own, eating leftovers from two days ago or I can stay here, play music with a hot dude. I think I’m fine with the second option.”

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up at how simply she just called him a hot dude, his heart fluttering in his chest again like the first time he saw her play, only difference is that now her eyes are piercing on him and it’s just the two of them in an empty room. He is already having thoughts that should probably be pushed down.

“Did you just call your boss hot?” he teases her then.

“I don’t think you’re my boss,” she scoffs. “You need me here more than I need to be here, so I think I’m the one having the higher ground,” she points out and Harry knows she is so damn right. “Besides, I know you find me hot as well.”

He is quick to blush at her words, but that doesn’t stop him from questioning her.

“What makes you think that?”

“I see you staring, Harry. I’m not oblivious or naive. I know you like checking my butt out every time I’m fixing my set leaning down,” she chuckles and now he is certain his ears are a deep shade of red, he was caught more often than he thought, it seems like. “Also…” she smirks slyly. “If you think you hid your hard-on cleverly the other day when I played my solo, you are wrong.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Harry mumbles, cursing himself for being such a horny teenager around her, but he can’t help it. The woman is the epitome of everything Harry finds so fucking attractive, it’s like she was made for his imagination specifically. “This, um, this is a little awkward, but I’m sorry--” “Oh, don’t be,” she chuckles. “I’m just lucky I’m a woman and my arousal can’t be seen that easily,” she comments and Harry almost chokes on his own breath.

Did she just admit she has been turned on by him before? When? What did she think about? What was it that made her turned on? Harry needs answers, however he is not given the chance to get them.

“Alright, you can choose two more songs we’ll go over and then we are off,” she simply says, as if they weren’t just talking about being horny a moment ago.

“Uh, maybe Only Angel and, um, Lights Up?” he prompts, trying his best to regain his composure. 

“Cool. Let’s do them.” And with that, she switched back to work mode without batting an eye.

***

It feels like the crowd will never stop screaming. It just keeps going and going, people are probably losing their voice, but the screaming just continues as Harry stands at the front of the stage, his adrenaline jumping to the sky, eyes roaming around the full arena. He throws a few more kisses, placing his hands to his chest one last time before turning around and heading off the stage, his eyes meeting Remi.

She is not wearing her usual clothes, instead, she is now sporting a pair of high-waisted dress pants in a lavender color, a white top tucked into it, her matching blazer thrown to the floor, she probably got hot the moment she started playing. Her tattoos are on full display and she looks just as sweaty as Harry feels. But still, for him she is a sight he would love to look at for the rest of his life.

Their eyes meet and she smirks at him, eyes glimmering from the high she experienced through the concert, it’s a feeling they all share every time they perform together and it’s clearly like a drug neither of them wants to come clear of.

“Good job, Rockstar,” he reads her lips saying and he laughs, winking at her.

Ever since their one-on-one rehearsal, things have felt to change between them. It’s like a barricade that’s been lying between them has come down and they are feeling much more free around each other. Secret glances, touches and flirty comments are their usual and they don’t care that the people around them are starting to catch on it as well. They love the game they are playing and neither of them plans on stopping it.

Harry stops at her drum set, holding out a hand to help her up and walk her off the stage, knowing well she doesn’t feel the most comfortable in her stage clothes and feels a little too restricted by the end of the concerts, but she understands that her style does not go well with the look they are going for. 

She snatches her blazer from the floor and gladly takes Harry’s helping hand as he walks her off the stage, her Gucci boots feeling a little too tight at the moment.

“One of these days I’m gonna rip these pants off,” she jokes, pulling on the tight waistband of them.

“Just make sure I’m around when it happens, Darling,” Harry teases, making her laugh as they walk backstage, everyone congratulating them and the band following behind on their way.

“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

“Very much,” he admits without shame, the blushing long gone from his cheeks and ears. The buildup has changed his nervousness around her lately and he is enjoying the teasing and flirting all too much. 

The whole team agrees that tonight’s show was exceptionally good and that it deserves some celebratory drinks. A few blocks away from the hotel where everyone is staying there’s a cozy looking bar and the rather loud lot occupies half the place as they flow in and start ordering their endless rounds of drinks. 

Harry is sitting at one of the tables they have taken up, going strong with his third beer of the night, half zoned out of the conversation with the small group he is sitting in. His eyes are fixated on Remi’s figure who is standing at the bar with Charlotte, unlike every other female around she is not sipping on some kind of fancy drink or a cocktail, she went straight for the crafted beers the place had to offer. She has changed her stage clothes, wearing her usual tight black jeans and a sheer top with a simple black sports bra underneath it. Harry can’t stop his eyes from raking down her body, taking in every curve, tattoo and tiny detail about her and he thinks that there is not one thing on her he doesn’t find attractive. 

Her eyes find him, a playful smirk playing on her lips Harry has been thinking way too much about lately, and she cocks an eyebrow at him in a way that yells at him: Like what you see, Rockstar?

As an answer, he just simply shrugs with a growing smirk until she turns back to Charlotte, who is still talking to her, she hasn’t even noticed that Remi was focusing somewhere else for a moment. Remi laughs at something her bandmate said and Harry wishes he could be closer to hear her voice, he has grown quite a liking to her laughter, he has been trying to crack as many jokes lately as he can just to hear it.

He takes his eyes off her just for a second when someone at the table asks him something. He mumbles his reply and reaches for his beer as his gaze shifts back to her figure, only to find that Charlotte is not gone and a not so friendly looking guy is behind her, clearly trying to chat her up.

The dude is standing way too close to her for Harry’s liking, leaning in to talk to her, but she keeps backing away, however he does not care about that. She is clearly not enjoying the exchange and when the guy reaches up to her face Harry is quick to jump to his feet, ready to go to her rescue. But it’s not needed.

Just as he takes one step towards the scene near him, he witnesses as Remi grabs the bloke’s hand before he could touch her face and with a strong and quick move, she twists his arm behind him, keeping the guy on his toes as he is trying to escape her deadly grip on his wrist, his hand pushing into the middle of his back.

Harry’s mouth hangs open as he watches Remi tell something to the guy in a not too friendly manner before letting him go and the man flees before Harry could blink twice.

“That was impressive,” Harry tells her, walking up to her at the bar. Remi just shrugs, gulping down the rest of her beer. 

“I know some tricks.”

“How come?”

“Grew up with three older brothers, had to learn how to defend myself when they decided to attack me out of nowhere.”

“Three brothers? That must ‘ave been wild,” he huffs impressed.

“I surely didn’t have a girly childhood, I’ve always been kind of a tomboy,” she shrugs again. As a teenager, she often wished she would be like the girls in her class, but later on she realized how big of an advantage it is that she speaks the boys’ language so easily.

“I think it just made you… badass,” Harry smirks, leaning against the bar counter.

“Is that what I am?”she arches an eyebrow cockily. 

“Definitely. A handful, but the good kind.”

“Oh, just be careful, Rockstar. I might think you are trying to get into my pants,” she chuckles and as Harry hears her laugh he can’t stop himself from taking it further. She is too intoxicating.

“And what if I am?”

Remi doesn’t seem surprised at his comment, not even a bit. She is clearly enjoying the flirting once again, but when she answers, he surely is the one who is surprised.

“Then I gotta say you are working way too slow. I’m losing my patience.”

His eyebrows rise, lips parted as he stares back at her, the words that left her lips pushing the air out of his lungs once again, he is done for her. Utterly and completely. He wants to say and do a million things, but then settles on just one simple question.

“Want to get back to the hotel then?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” she smirks and simply heads towards the door without another word spoken. Harry is quick to grab his stuff from the table and catch up with her at the exit. 

The crispy night air feels a little sobering as they both step out of the bar, heading to the nearby hotel with rushed steps, keeping their silence but they both are grinning madly. When their eyes meet they can’t push down the laughter and Harry grabs her hand before he starts running, pulling her after himself.

By the time they reach the hotel they are both out of breath, adrenaline running high once again as what’s been building up between them since the first time they saw each other is finally about to bloom fully.

Remi pushes the button for the elevator and as it moves down painfully slowly Harry’s hands find her hips, pulling her back against his chest. His lips tease the soft skin on her neck, peppering kisses everywhere he reaches while his fingers dig into her skin under her sheer top. She leans against him, head falling back to his shoulder and she pushes her bum against his crotch, a whiny moan escaping his lips that makes her smile in satisfaction. 

“Fuck, Remi,” he breathes out, eager to finally have her all to himself and make all his fantasies come to life. The elevator finally dings and as the door slides open Remi turns in his arms abruptly and grabbing onto the collar of his shirt she simply pulls him inside, hand snapping on the button of his floor and just as the door slowly slides closed and they start moving up, her lips finally crash against his.

They are kissing hard, eager to take as much from each other as they can, they are both greedy, wanting the other all to themselves, the heat of the moment lighting up the small elevator. His fingers rake through her hair, grabbing a handful of it in each of them while one of her hands slide down his upper body until it stops on the obviously growing bulge in his pants. Harry moans shamelessly when she gives his erection a teasing squeeze and she smirks against his lips, satisfied with how easily he reacts to her touches. 

Harry melts into her, wanting to devour every bit of this moment with her, he is seeing stars when she takes his lower lip between her teeth and tugs on it. A hand flies down to her ass and he squeezes it hard without shying about how much he is enjoying touching her.

The elevator reaches their floor and once again he grabs her wrist and starts pulling her down the hallway towards his room. Her lips are glued to his neck when he is trying to get his keycard from his back pocket and open the door, but when he finally succeeds, they basically fall into the room, tangled into each other and the door snaps closed behind them. 

He is quick to push her against the door, lips attacking her neck, nipping and sucking on her skin until he is sure a mark is left on her. 

“Off with it,” she pants, her hands tugging on his shirt and they work with all four of their hands to unbutton his shirt until it flies across the room. Remi pushes on him, hands spread across his hot chest as they get farther inside the room. The bump into some furniture on their way, lips glued together again until they finally reach the bed and fall right onto the perfectly made sheets. They are both showing dominance so it’s a constant fight for the lead between them, rolling around until at last Remi ends up on top, strangling his lap. She straightens up and grabs the hem of her shirt, getting rid of it fast before she does the same with her sports bra, baring her upper body completely to Harry’s greedy eyes.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, pushing himself up until he wraps his arms around her, mouth meeting her chest, littering her heated skin with sloppy kisses until his lips reach one of her nipples.

“Yes!” she moans as he starts playing with it, his hands coming to cup her breasts, massaging them continuously before his mouth moves over to her other nipple, giving it the same attention. 

Harry uses her momentary weakness and turns them over, his crotch coming in contact with her center as he pushes his hips between her legs forcefully. He kisses down her stomach before he leans back and works fast on the buttons of her jeans. The tight material hugs her legs stubbornly, but he is eager to get rid of them and he soon succeeds, leaving her in just a lacy black thong. He undoes his own pants in a heartbeat, pulling them off and throwing them to the side before he gets on top of her again, kissing her lips so hungrily as if it hasn’t been just a few moments since he kissed her last. 

She whimpers under his touch when he moves a hand between her thighs, running his fingers along her clothed folds, her arousal already soaking the fabric. He doesn’t hesitate to slip his hand into her underwear, her juices wetting his wandering fingers and he teases her hole and clit playfully.

“You better not fucking tease me, I don’t like that,” she pants, her dark eyes meeting hers and he can see the threat behind her words, she is not joking.

“Then what do you like?” he breathes out, eager to please her so much, she’ll forget about everyone else she has ever slept with.

She doesn’t answer, instead, a devious smile tugs on her swollen lips as she pushes him off until she is able to move. Harry is now kneeling on the bed and watches as Remi pushes her ass up into the air, back arching perfectly, her thong looking so delicious on her round butt and when she pushes herself back so her behind meets her throbbing dick in his briefs he could cry from the sensation. His hands immediately grab onto her asscheeks, pulling her even harder against himself.

“Smack it,” she breathes out, glancing over her shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“Do it,” she nods and Harry doesn’t need more encouragement, he lifts a hand up and smacks her ass so it leaves a little redness after it. Remi moans erotically, enjoying herself fully and seeing how much it turns her on, he smacks the other cheek as well.

“You are gonna be the death of me,” he whines and pushing down his briefs his erection finally springs free, he grabs it with one hand, stroking himself a few times while his other hand is keeping a tight grip of her ass.

Remi wants to see him naked, so she quickly pushes herself up to her knees and turning around her eyes fall on Harry stroking himself. Hunger fills her eyes as she launches forward, lips meeting his while her hands simply take the place of his on his length, doing the job for him.

“I’m on birth control. When were you last tested?” she mumbles against his lips before leaning back so she can get rid of her thong and Harry does the same with his underwear.

“Three weeks ago, haven’t been with anyone since and I’m clean,” he mumbles in a rush.

“I’m clean too. You can ditch the condom if you want to.” “I wanna feel you,” he pleads desperately as she lies back on the bed and he gets on top of her again.

“All yours,” she smirks, spreading her legs wide for him, the sight in front of him is easily beating any art he has ever seen, he thinks. 

He positions himself to her entrance, but doesn’t push into her just yet, leaning down so his lips brush against her ear as he whispers into it.

“Let’s see if you feel just as amazing as I imagined.” And with that, he pushes into her with one swift movement, stretching her all the way until his whole length disappears inside her.

“Fuck, Harry!” she cries out, back arching at the sensation. He sucks on her neck once again as he starts moving in and out, fitting inside her so perfectly, he is convinced she was crafted just for him. 

He is going fast and hard, their pants and moans completely filling the hotel room and they can only hope they can’t be heard by anyone right now. She circles her legs around his hips, the angle he is reaching making her toes curl behind his back.

“You feel so fucking good,” he chokes out, face contorting into a blissful frown as he is getting closer to his orgasm with each thrust.

“I want to be on top,” she gasps, already pushing on and this time Harry doesn’t hesitate to obey. He rolls to his back, pulling her with him so now she is on top. Her hands come to rest on his stomach as she starts riding her, circling and lifting her hips so perfectly, so breathtakingly that Harry could cum just from the sight of her bouncing on him, but the feeling is making it a mind blowing experience. His fingers dig into her hips as she is starting to move faster and faster, before Harry starts bucking his hips up to meet her rhythm as well, going so deep into her, he is having a hard time deciding where she ends and where he starts. They are completely merged together in one hot mess. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screams gasping, her head falling back as she doesn’t fall out of her rhythm, still being such a drummer even in the bed, dictating the beat. 

Harry pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around her so he can push her naked chest against his, their sweaty skins sliding against each other relentlessly, creating friction.

“Scream my name when you cum,” he orders, his lips finding hers once again, but it’s a messy kiss, their teeth are clanking, noses are bumping together as they are both nearing their high.

“Harry, oh fuck!” she exclaims and with her next movement he can feel her clench around him.

“Louder!” he growls on the edge of his own orgasm.

“Harry! Harry!” she screams shamelessly, throwing him over the edge, a guttural moan bursting from him as they both fall out of the rhythm, satisfaction washing over them in waves.

“Oh shit!” she breathes out, lips against his as she keeps him close with her hands on the base of his neck. 

“Fucking Hell, Remi. I think I almost had a heart attack,” he breathes out with a soft chuckle making her laugh as well. She pulls him into another kiss, but it’s way slower now, the hunger and greed taken by their pleasure, now it’s time for something softer.

When they fall back to the bed, arms and legs tangled as they are still trying to stay close to each other, Remi looks up at him with a tired smile.

“So, was it like you imagined?” she asks and he chuckles softly.

“A thousand times better. But now we have a problem on our hands.”

“And what would that be?”

“Now I’m hooked. I won’t be able to stop thinking about you, not that it hasn’t been the situation since the start.”

Remi chuckles shortly, pushing herself up enough so she can look comfortable at his flushed out face. 

“Well, it’s a good thing we are kind of locked together for months.”

“I’m one lucky man, aren’t I?” he smirks, so full of himself before he pulls her back down, kissing her like they have all the time in the world on their hands.

[rainydaydream-gal18]

(TFATWS) Bucky x Reader: Protective- Part 2

   (Link to Part 1)

   You exhaled in relief as you moved to walk beside Sam, looping your arm with his.  It was admittedly more comfortable since you and Sam went back years.  As the group neared the bar, Bucky became more rigid as he took on the appearance of his role.  Zemo led the way, standing as tall and confidently as someone who had the Winter Soldier for a bodyguard.  

   Sam exhaled sharply once the other two continued on their way, mumbling under his breath, “good ol’ Sam.  Always putting out fires.”  He gave your hand a squeeze.  “You good?”

   “Yeah, you?”

   “So far.  I wouldn’t say I’m totally into this plan, but hey, Zemo’s the expert I guess.”

   “An expert at being annoying sometimes,” you muttered.  Sam chuckled.

   You took a deep breath and put on a smirk, forcing your shoulders to relax a bit.  You caught the sight of several armed individuals scrutinizing the crowd.  You avoided eye contact and instead stole glances at Bucky.  He was already in the zone.

   Zemo set foot in the bar and uttered a few words in Russian- ones that you knew to be control words.  Several pairs of eyes were drawn to your group.  “Winter Soldier” was in the mix of whispers.  So many people appeared to be fascinated by the idea of having a human being under their control.  So many of these people hungrily watched your group pass through.  It was a struggle to keep from bristling with alarm.  The pounding music and bright lights only added to the stress, but you kept your cool as you shuffled past several unsavory characters.

  A man with large glasses behind the bar approached.

   “Hello, gentlemen.”  He nodded in your direction.  “Ma’am.  Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

  You remained at Sam’s side, arm looped with his, and pretended to give him an affectionate look.

   “His plans changed,” Zemo answered smoothly.  “We have business to do with Selby.”

   The man hesitated, giving Sam an uncertain glance.  “The usual?”

   Sam nodded, and the man’s eyes flickered between the two of you before he set to work on preparing a drink.  You nearly froze as he reached into a jar for a dead snake and started slicing it open.  Sam caught your gaze, his eyes widening ever-so-slightly to show you his discomfort at the situation, and you returned the silent cry for help with a subtle shrug.

   “Ah,” Zemo broke the silent exchange with a smug look.  “Smiling Tiger, your favorite.”

   The glass of alcohol and snake innards was placed on the counter, and you feigned an impressed look while Sam gave Zemo one final glare before picking up the glass.

   “I love these,” he stated, though it wasn’t very convincing.

   “Cheers, Conrad.”

   You bit your lip to hide your amusement as Sam hesitated, tipping the glass back only to pull it away as he gathered his courage.  Finally, he gulped the revolting beverage and grunted as he struggled to keep it down.

   Another man approached Zemo from behind, not going unnoticed by you.  You kept smiling and pretending to be oblivious, though you turned so one ear was closer to the exchange to listen. 

   “I got word from on-high,” the man said.  ”You ain’t welcome here.”

   Zemo turned to face him fully.  “I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come talk to me...” He gestured to Bucky, who leaned against the counter with a scowl.

   “New haircut?”

   “Or bring Selby for a chat.”

   The bearded stranger glowered before sauntering away, and Zemo turned around shaking his head in annoyance.  Bucky’s expression lost a degree of harshness.

   “A Power Broker?  Really?”

   “Every kingdom needs its king.”  He sighed.  “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

   “Do you know him?” Sam asked.

   “Only by reputation.  In Madripoor, he is judge, jury, and executioner.”

   “Lovely,” you mumbled.  Before you could comment further, Zemo turned around and calmly called Bucky to attention.  The second an individual laid their hands on the baron, Bucky marched forward to grab their wrist with his metal arm, twisting it as he pushed them back. He glanced over his shoulder at the three of you before using his other arm to lock the attacker into a hold.  Something cracked as the man went straight down to the floor, groaning.

   Your heart raced.  You knew Bucky had the situation under control.  It was still unsettling to see him in a fight, especially using such lethal combat moves.  His eyes seemed to go blank as he executed his next attack on another individual that launched themselves at him.  The man went flying to the floor, and Bucky gave him a swift kick that sent him rolling.  Zemo took hold of another attacker approaching from behind and sent him Bucky’s way.

   A hand rested over yours, and you realized that you had been clutching Sam’s suit sleeve.   He leaned in a little to utter words of reassurance.  “Don’t worry, he’s got this.”

   That’s what worried you.  He ended the fights so quickly, so easily, with ferocity that you hadn’t seen since he fell under Zemo’s control before.  Despite his words, you knew Sam noticed too.  The first time you both even met Bucky was when he was the Winter Soldier.  Back then, you had no idea of the person that was underneath all that.

   “Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form,” Zemo commented.  As if on cue, Bucky dragged a man by the throat to lay him on the bar with his metal arm.  Choking sounds filled the room for a few seconds until you started hearing the click of guns being cocked and ready to shoot.

   On instinct, both you and Sam separated to intervene, but Zemo shot both of you warning glances.  “Stay in character,” he said quietly, “or the whole bar turns on us.” Sam took his hand from Bucky’s shoulder, and instead took your hand again.  Zemo turned to Bucky and spoke the words in Russian to end the attack.

   “Selby will see you now,” the bartender said.

   “Thank you.”

   Bucky finally released his hold, and the man gasped for air as he crumbled to the floor.  Sam took the opportunity to look Bucky in the eyes.  “You good?”

   Bucky merely exhaled sharply in confirmation, eyes falling to you for the first time since setting foot in that place.  Something flickered in them before he turned and followed after Zemo.

- - - - - - - -

   You slipped out of the dress and began changing into the new clothes Sharon provided, glad that this outfit was a little more on the casual side.  Both you and Sam struggled to keep up in heels after the Selby fiasco.  It was a relief to finally kick them off your feet.  You stared at your reflection in the full-length mirror after you were dressed.  What an evening it was turning out to be.  An undercover mission turned into a firefight and an escape with the help of an old ally.  Fortunately, Zemo had been able to get a name out of Selby.  The next step was finding Dr. Nagel.

   You emerged from the room to see Bucky leaning against the wall beside your door, already changed.  He looked up from the floor upon your approach.

   “Hey,” you greeted.  “You okay?”

   “Yeah.  You hurt at all?”

   “Thanks to Sharon, I made it out without so much as a scratch.”

   Bucky nodded in agreement, shifting so that he leaned on his other shoulder.  He averted his eyes and scratched the back of his neck.  His lips parted, but no sound came out when he met your gaze.  You waited patiently.

   “Look, I wanted to talk about earlier.  About Zemo.  About me and how I acted.”

   “It’s okay…” 

   “No, it’s not.  Not really.”

   “Zemo has been trying his best to push our buttons,” you pointed out.  “Sometimes it worked, and sometimes it didn’t.”

   “It’s not just that.”  Bucky tipped his head back to rest it against the wall.  “Zemo knows things about me- things that I’d rather you hear from me directly instead of through his weird mind games.”

   Concern bubbled up inside of you.  What sort of things was he talking about?  Were there indeed more signs of the Winter Soldier lurking underneath?  Did Zemo have something over Bucky?

   “I don’t understand,” you murmured, heart aching for him, as you reached out a hand.  Your fingers brushed through the short hair on the side of his head, and his eyes fell closed as he allowed the contact, even leaned into it.  Casual contact wasn’t uncommon between you two: the occasional brush of hands when passing something to the other, feeling his chest against your back when taking cover during firefights, or even on really good days a light punch to the shoulder with a laugh.  This was different, though.  This wasn’t a line you’d crossed before in the time you’d known him.  “I don’t understand, but you know you can tell me anything.”

   His eyes opened, and he angled his head to look at you fully.  “I know.”  Then, he pushed off the wall, gently taking your hand from his hair.  He held it in his own and studied your expression as he continued.

   “Zemo knows what you mean to me.  You, specifically.  I don’t know what you’d call it.  I don’t even want to say you’re my weakness because… the truth is, you’re my strength.”  

   Your lips parted at the tender words that you’d certainly not been expecting.  Bucky held your stare, though his mouth turned up briefly in a nervous smile. 

   “I know I probably sound ridiculous right now.  Here we are in the middle of a mission.  The thing is, every time we put ourselves at risk, I wanted to tell you.  But every time, I waited because, well, I still wasn’t right for a while.  It took time to be purged from the Winter Soldier.  Now, I just don’t have it in me to keep this from you any longer.”

   You offered a smile, though part of you was scared to hope.  Was this confession merely the result of the stress of Steve’s absence?  Zemo’s taunts?  You didn’t want this if that were the case.  “Are you sure this is how you feel?  I’m sure Zemo’s games haven’t really been helping.”

   “Trust me, he doesn’t have anything to do with this,” Bucky shook his head.  “I just don’t like him bothering you.  At all.”  He sighed.  “I’ve felt this way for a long time, ________.  Before the snap.  I know we weren’t here for those five years, but I came back thinking about you.  Haven’t stopped since.”

   Your eyes had begun to water as emotion gripped you.  Suddenly, it was hard to swallow, and it was hard to look at him when it registered that you were indeed crying.  You tried to hide your face, and Bucky put an arm around you to pull you to his chest.

   “Hey, it’s okay,” he mumbled.  “Obviously, you don’t have to feel the same way.  I’m not mad.  Just please, don’t cry.”

   “What?” you sniffled.  “No…”  You pulled away to face him with teary eyes and all.  “I do feel the same way.  I just can’t believe you do too.”

   He exhaled, pulling you to his chest again, and chuckled at the end.  “You had me there for a second.  But seriously, it would’ve been okay if you didn’t feel the same way.  I just had to tell you.”  He searched your face as if still unsure, as if giving you another opportunity to retract your confession.  Like you’d ever do that.

   With your hand still in his, you lifted the other to brush the stubble and rest on his cheek.  He raised his gloved vibranium hand to cover that one.  His eyes were magnetic, drawing you in.  Seconds passed before your lips met in a warm kiss that made you feel like you were flying.  He pulled away, keeping his forehead pressed against yours.  A smile unlike one you’d seen in a long time on him spread across his face.  Both of you chuckled quietly in the hall.  Despite what was going on in the world, at that moment, you felt so giddy.  You let out another chuckle as his stubble brushed your chin as he kissed you again.

   “Oh, well then.”  A female cleared her voice further down the hall, and both of you parted to see Sharon standing there with her hands in her pockets.  “This is a new development.”  She raised her brows at you.  “Everyone’s changed.  We’re heading down to the party so I can ask around about Nagel.”

   “Okay,” you nodded.  “Thank you, Sharon.”

   “Uhuh.”  She turned to head back out, pausing to give you another pointed look.  “Watch out for these types.  They sometimes have a habit of kissing you and then never calling.”

   You winced at the comment as she disappeared around the corner.  Bucky’s eyebrows raised as he let out an awkward whistle.  “Wow.”

   “I understand where she’s coming from,” you mumbled.  “I can’t believe all this time she was out here, and Steve just...”

   “I know,” Bucky said gently.  “Anyway, we’ve gotta’ go.”  He held your hand and began to lead the way down the hall, though stopped when you hesitated.   “You think she’ll say anything to the others about...um…?”

   “Doesn’t matter.”  He shrugged.  “I’m just glad it wasn’t Zemo, or else we wouldn’t hear the end of it.” 

[minkmousesworld]

⌞ᴅᴇʟɪɢʜᴛ⌝

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: modern au (implied)

𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔴 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: corruption kink, sadist/masochist, collaring, petting, penetration (giving ♂ / receiving ♀), thighs fuck, little degradation & praise, public teasing, a little mommy kink (Tanjirou is mommy), breeding kink, scent kink, mention of subspace, oral sex, hyperstimulation, dirty talk, mention of discipline, mention of unprotected sex / creampie, mention of body worship (r.), mention of objectification (agreed), mention of forced sex (play, agreed), mention of deep penetration (tummy bugle), wet dreams

𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤(𝔰): Tanjirou Kamado x Reader

Tanjirou definitely has a weakness for rough sex.

… [♂️] Just grab him by the hair when you take him from behind, trashing him deeply, and pull him back slightly, causing him to bend. He will make such cute sounds and expire with saliva. Add a slap on the ass, and he will already be desperately close to finishing, feeling a bulge from below.

[♂️] He just likes to feel that you are using his body in an animal way, pushing his clothes and going inside, into his needy and submissive hole, not particularly interested in the opinion of Tanjirou himself. And it would be something rude or even cruel if he did not wave you so openly and willingly, making charming sounds consisting of groans and your name.

… [♀️] Just ride on him (even better - on his face), without giving a normal break, and roughly play with his nipples, or pull his hair when he is too passionate, and call him a cute, hungry pervert.

[♀️] He just likes it when you push him and ride on his red, slightly flowing preevacular dick, as if you are only interested in your pleasure. Although by how much the Tanjirou's dick pulls, you realize that he definitely gets some pleasure.

Nipple play? Nipple play. Tanjirou does not have the most sensitive nipples, but at the same time there is no insensitivity to this common. A little "training on the development of sensitivity", and he will pull you to a secluded place for you to properly touch him. He'll be so adorable red when you talk about the patch on his nipples. "Due to the fact that you constantly play with them, they have become too sensitive ...".

Tanjirou begins a relationship with you as a completely innocent virgin, which, however, allows you to teach him to be your ideal lover; because he does not know otherwise, and his skills / abilities are focused only on you.

In general, the relationship with you will most likely be the first in his life, so he is ready for almost anything until he experiences obvious severe discomfort.

This is probably why Tanjirou kneels in front of you in a public toilet and pleases you with a skillful mouth, while you call him "good boy", putting your hand on the top of his head. He is so charmingly ruddy, complete with a hazy look of excitement, and he is breathing so hard, focused on you and your desires.

An altruistic and hardworking lover who serves you 24/7 without complaint just for your praise.

A very delicate, "first time" (everything related to sex) will be initiated from your side. Only over time does he become more confident to start initiating sexual activities on his own.

Easily aroused after the first time you have sex. It is as if you discovered something hidden in him, and now he is trying to fill this empty space, with your merciful help.

He often has wet dreams with your participation. Just so you know when you wake up in the middle of the night and hear Tanjirou moan your name with a charming blush and an unambiguous groan.

Very excited when you touch him in public. He will be an exemplary boy and will refuse you if you are too aggressive, but after long entreaties and teasing, he will no longer care where you make love, he will just need it.

Tanjirou is only "making love", no "sex" and "fucking". He does not mind when you say that you will "fuck him" in the midst of rough sex, and he himself may ask you for such a thing during a strong thirst, but otherwise he avoids this, and at first he does not accept such words at all. It's just too intimate.

If you initiate sexual contact too early, he will politely reject you. In fact, he wants to be loving, so your "first time" will only happen after you vow that you will be engaged in the future.

Let me tell you, he had an impressive boner when you walked into the room and closed the door behind you.

Although Tanjirou's rejection of pre-wedding sex is not equal to rejection of erotic fantasies in which you are the main character. If you left your clothes to him, then it is very presumptuous of you to assume that he did not use them for masturbation. Even if at first he just inhaled your scent, everything will quickly become wetter and hotter.

It's even nice that he apologized to you later when he returned the clean clothes. True, you decided that he was apologizing for "stealing" (although you left it...) clothes, and you convinced him that it was okay. Tanjirou was so rosy.

He doesn't mind if you call him your needy slut. And in general, he is not against any humiliation as long as he is "yours". Tease him for how excited he is and he can have an orgasm.

If you feel particularly dominant / aggressive, step on his dick. Tanjirou will be so confused and overwhelmed by the range of pleasant feelings as you massage / rub him through his clothes. He will whimper delightfully as you tease him to ask you to continue.

Hips and leg masturbation is a huge yes for him. Tanjirou definitely has a weak spot for your hips and legs.

Give him the opportunity to not only platonically love your thighs, squeezing tight from behind, and Tanjirou will sweetly babble thanks as his cock slides between your thighs at 30 thrusts per minute, smearing grease and pre-evacuate. Each time he cums so hard, as if it were the first time he had an orgasm in weeks without masturbation.

Wants to leave marks on her thighs and caress them. A great sacrifice for people who enjoy teasing. Just show him your thighs (better yet, put them on his face) and he will be so flustered and breathing hard. Or so rosy and trembling when you squeeze his cock with your legs and give him the opportunity to move them on his own.

Mommy kink, where Tanjirou is "mommy". Nothing too "weird", but he actually loves the "mother" position where he cares and serves you and your needs. After all, don't you deserve a little care and relaxation?

If you indulge in this especially strongly, then he has every chance of developing a lactation kink as well.

When you first got naked in front of him, Tanjirou was so delighted and enthusiastic, almost literally looking at you with eyes with "hearts". He is absolutely in love with your body and worships it without any modesty.

Breeding♥️✨💞💗… Breeding😍❤️💕💓💘… Breeeding😳♥️✨💓❤️💘💕💞… Bree…✨Ding💓♥️💞💓✨✨💕💓💕… BreeDiNG😍🥰✨💕💞🥰♥️😳♥️😍❤️… BREEDING ♥️💝💖💞❤️✨💘… Breeediiiing✨✨💓💗♥️💝❤️🥰

It might sound strange, but Tanjirou probably has a breeding kink. For him, the very idea that you might want to get pregnant from him or impregnate him makes him thirsty and shivering. He will be so excited if you call him the ideal father / mother.

Even if you playfully tell him that you want children / that you will “make children” at home, he will certainly remember this at home and offer you to implement what was said.

This includes the desire for unprotected sex and creampie. Tanjirou will insist on condoms and other protection, but he’s lying if he says he doesn’t crave unprotected sex.

Will call you whatever you want. Host / Hostess? Good! Owner? Okay! Master/Mistress? Fine! Daddy / Mommy? Super! Your name? He agrees!

He has no special squics when it comes to you - unless he can never hurt you (physically or mentally), even if you insist on it.

Unknowingly, however, he may scratch you, or bite you. He will be very bad when he sees the consequences the next day.

Every time Tanjirou tries to talk dirty / act like a brat, after a minute he is on all fours and asks your forgiveness like a good boy. He does not understand why this is happening, and is somewhat embarrassed by this. He will be so embarrassed if you pay attention to this fact.

His neck looks great in a collar. Especially if the collar is “your” color or a variation of dark red (and in general, a dark variation of any color is a suitable color for his neck).

Tanjirou's eyes water easily during arousal from the fact that his body is too sensitive at such moments, and almost any caress of yours is perceived by his body twice as strong. In general, almost any stimulation makes him shiver.

Tanjirou will wake you up in the morning with oral sex. He looks very exciting between your legs, with ruddy cheeks and mouth, not only wet with drool.

He's not really the best when it comes to role play, however he likes to dress up in different outfits. Just let me tell you that he suits dresses and stockings, as well as cute chokers.

If he is given dominance, he will be very soft and gentle. Rough domination just isn't for Tanjirou, he is more the one who serves than the one who is served.

Tanjirou will allow his body to be used as an anti-stress. He has a soft ass and chest, and they are pleasant to squeeze / squeeze, especially when he caresses your body after an exhausting day.

Or when you are having lazy sex.

Or just squeeze them and listen to his cute surprised breaths and moans.

(His face retains cute features with those soft, half-childish cheeks that are pleasant to pinch and touch; and judging by Tanjirou's reaction, they are also sensitive.)

At first, he will deny any kinks of his own, saying that he is doing it for you and not because of his vile desires. Moreover, he does not consider them "vile" when they are yours, but when they are his ... he will be ashamed and very embarrassed if you deny this and say that it is also his desires, because his "brain" knows this, but " heart "refuses to accept.

[♀️ / ♂️] Over time, things will get much easier, and he will be able to openly say that he wants you to sit on his face / thrust your cock so deep into his throat until he starts to choke. This will be a huge step in your relationship when he can finally reveal his desires to you and not be afraid to hear disgust.

Sometimes Tanjirou accidentally falls into a trance / subspace. His body suddenly relaxes, he stops responding to your words and breathes deeply, looking only in front of him, while his body is in your hands. The longer your relationship, the deeper Tanjirou "falls through" during rough "games". He is so soft after subspace, but after half an hour he feels unusually full of strength and energy that he spends on you.

As previously mentioned, Tanjirou isn't too picky when it comes to making love. He prefers home, but this does not mean that he will not give in when you ask him for a little "letting off steam" in the toilet of a public institution.

He definitely has a kink for smells, especially your scent. Before that he smelled the smell of excitement, but it was more repulsive or slightly disturbed by it, however, your smell intoxicates him and works as an excellent aphrodisiac. Sometimes it is enough to just clamp his head between your legs and pull him closer, and he will be ready for the round.

But aside from the kink side, Tanjirou actually loves vanilla sex. Variations in missionary position, long foreplay, slow deep penetration, gentle stimulation - he loves it. When you kind of become “one whole”, no matter how vanilla and silly it sounds. More touches, less empty space, and to the end.

Although, of course, the idea of being your cute shameless toy, spanked and overstimulated, is also very exciting for him.

[mynameisnowwyrm]

Spoiler warning

TL;DR horrible adaptation, but very enjoyable on it’s own

(Also just wanted to say I was so sure I was going to hate this bc of what’s different but they changed so much the cartoon and the live action are barely connected in my head)

Okay my review will be split up into two parts: fate: the winx saga as an adaptation and as a standalone work

As an adaptation:

0/10. Maybe 0.5 if I’m being generous.

The things that were unchanged from winx club:

There are characters named Bloom, Stella, Musa, Aisha, Sky and Riven

Aisha, Bloom, Stella and Sky resemble their cartoon counterparts

Riven is an asshole

Bloom is a dumbass

Magic exists

The specialists exist

Main characters go to schools for magic and specialists respectively

The dragon flame is a thing

Witches exist

Other than that it’s a completely different show. The plot vaguely resembles season 1 of winx club only in that Bloom is trying to discover her true heritage. Musa, who is supposed to of East Asian descent is not, Flora was not included and in her place is a different character with similar powers, Tecna was excluded entirely ( I believe this was to distance the show from the futuristic elements of winx club and focus only on fantasy, which doesn’t make sense since they changed Musa’s powers ).

The magic system was changed. Fairies don’t on the regular transform since in the show the know-how to do so was lost, though Bloom does unlock the ability in the finale. Instead of each being a fairy of an individual concept, everyone’s powers ale element based, with Musa’s powers being changed to her being an empath. While this does feel more generic, it makes more sense from a world building perspective and I can see why they changed it.

The fashion is horrible. You will never be able to convince me teenagers dress like that. One of the reasons the original cartoon was enjoyable was all the colourful, fun clothing. The clothes feel dated and too mature for the characters, like I can see a twenty-something person in 2013 wear some of those outfits. It especially feels like a missed opportunity since 2000’s fashion is coming back into style.

The characterization of some of the characters compared to winx club was hit and miss. Riven was an ass and Bloom was impulsive and naive, which is accurate, but Stella, oh Stella was a disappointment. Stella was a jealous, manipulative bitch, which in context of her character backstory makes sense, but is so far from her original portrayal. Cartoon Stella was spoiled and at times self centered, but she was also genuinely kind, helpful and bubbly. To see her character take a 180 and become the all too familiar jealous ex archetype was upsetting.

Now, aaaaall that being said, I don’t believe we should judge this as an adaptation. They changed so much that it is quite literally a new story. So let’s see how it stands up on it’s own.

Summary, taken from the wiki

The series tells the story of Alfea, a fictional boarding school where teenagers study. The world inside this universe is not only magical and full of monsters, but it is also a world of real teenagers who do the most common things: make friends and enemies, go out and of course... fall in love. They are eager to find their place in this world. This universe is different from the one we have all known for a long time.

The attention is focused on a group of proud teens, also well-designed female characters. Sometimes they are heroines, sometimes weak girls. Sometimes they are friends, sometimes rivals. Of course, they are not perfect, but they are real. A group of girls who did not know each other until they are included in the same team inside a school that is strange to them. They will meet forces that are beyond their control and things they do not understand. But, throughout the series, they will find themselves, form an indestructible bond, and transform into powerful and strong girls, ready to change not only the supernatural world, but also ours.

Character summary:

Bloom is a newly discovered fairy from the human world who is attending Alfea college in the otherworld. There she meets her new roommates: chatty Terra, athletic Aisha, uptight Stella and stand-offish Musa. She also meets Sky, Stella’s ex, who is training as a specialist.Shortly before coming to Alfea, Bloom discovers she has magic powers by almost burning her house down and killing her parents. She is distraught over this and it is why she is eager to gain control of her powers.It is discovered that Bloom is a changeling, a barbaric practice where a fairy baby is exchanged with a human one. This leads Bloom on a quest to discover her true heritage.

Musa is an empath, she can feel the feelings of everyone around her. To shut them out and escape she listens to music through her headphones. This leads to her initially coming off as uncaring when Terra tries to get to know her better.

Terra is an earth fairy with a particular talent for making plants grow. She is very nice and chatty, eager to make friends, but not afraid to stand up for herself. She struggles with finding someone to like her and compares herself to “cool girl” Beatrix who has boys following after her.

Aisha is a water fairy who swims twice a day every day. She comes off a a good person who wants to make friends and do the right thing. She also tries to do everything in her power to protect her friends.

Stella is a light fairy and princess of Solaria, the realm in which Alfea resides. She is repeating her first year due to an event prior to season one where she lost control of her powers and blinded her best friend. She is very uptight due to her perfectionist mother and tries to exert control in every other area of her life, when this doesn’t work, e.g. when someone flirts with her on-again-off-again boyfriend she gets jealous and causes trouble. She is also generally rude to the people around her.

Sky is a specialist legacy and Stella’s on-again-off-again boyfriend who has an interest in Bloom. His father was a famous specialist and he was raised by his father’s best friend.

Riven is Sky’s roommate, best friend and a genuine asshole. He insults and antagonizes everyone around him and gets involved with Beatrix. He seems dissatisfied with the life of a specialist.

Beatrix is an air fairy with a lightning powers. She seems mysterious and looks to be the villain of the season. She has enlisted the help of Riven and Dane.

Dane is a first year specialist who first seems to be friendly with Terra but gets sidetracked after spending time with Riven and Beatrix.

What I didn’t like:

The world building is sparse and the magic system is generic. I feel like things could have been better expanded upon. Throughout the show they bring up archaic fairy magic but it’s never really explained how that’s different from current fairy magic.

The interactions between Riven and Dane come off as a bit queerbait-y although they could be setting things up for a second season.

Everyone is constantly so rude towards Terra. Even her supposed friends are mean to her. What gives?

Stella was constantly rude to everyone but by the end they are all the best of friends when she really hasn’t changed much. Also Stella being the jealous controlling ex archetype and not enough people calling her out on her bullshit.

What I did like:

For a Netflix teen drama there is surprisingly little sex between the teenagers. This might be subjective but it was refreshing for me.

Again subjective but I could definitely relate to Bloom’s antisocial teen flashbacks

Beatrix was a fun villain

Though the story might be a little generic, I felt it was compelling throughout. I genuinely wanted to know what happened next.

The story was well paced. It never felt like anything was dragging along

Overall:

The show was definitely enjoyable to watch. There is a lot of room for improvement. It sometimes felt like different plot lines were unconnected and the costume choices leave a lot to be desired. Aside from that they set up a solid story and likable characters (some of whom I love love and love to hate) which I very much want to see further developed in the future. As a stand-alone work 6/10

[yurissweettooth]

On Trauma, Alienation, and Yuri Petrov

After the anon I recieved yesterday got me thinking about Yuri's lack of support system as well as had me coming back to this one scene in the Rising where Kotetsu tells Yuri that he could never understand what Barnaby went through. This will be a bit of a ramble so bear with me!

As he's meant to be a foil for Barnaby I feel like most of the attention goes to Barnaby and his trauma when making a comparison between the two (which is fair, he's a main character after all). Because of this some people don't really see the depth behind Yuri and the realism to his trauma. Some have written him off as part of the "abused people become abusers" stereotype or outright dismissed him as some egotistical man child of a villain. I think it's important to take a look at him and how his multiple traumas, and the alienation he faced thereafter, lead him down the path he's on by focusing on his side of the comparison.

To start with, one notable point is that Barnaby is able to reveal his trauma on live television and have the entire city rally around him. His support system and the people who have his back extends further than just the people he knows. 

Yuri, on the other hand, can't reliably even talk to his own mother (the only person he's shown to have any type of connection to) about what he's been through as her responses seem unpredictable. We can make the reasonable assumption that he doesn't have any friends because it states in the translated hero schedules that nobody has his phone number.

As a judge he can't admit to murder, as the son of the most highly regarded and beloved hero he can't speak ill of him (he likely wouldn't be believed anyway), and as someone who is seemingly still full of guilt and questioning his own behavior (no doubt aided by the fact that even his mother, who he was trying to save, doesn't always support him) he can't easily admit to the aftermath either. 

Continuing with the focus on his portrayal in the Rising, I'll point out again (as I did in my response yesterday) that there is a particularly interesting scenario where we get to see the aftermath of the effects of trauma relating to loss of a parent in three people at once. One desperate for revenge and one who has technically gotten his revenge yet didn't feel any better because of it.

"Now wait a moment." You may be saying "Yuri killed his own father so isn't that different than the other two?" and to that I would like to posit that Yuri did have his father taken from him before he ever killed him.

Aside from his hatred of "evil", Yuri also seems to view heroes as immoral, fame driven, and unable to help those in need. I think a lot of this can be tied back to the fact that Yuri lost his father as he knew him the moment the abuse started. 

Child Yuri seemed amazed by his father, right down to the Legend themed outfit. It can be assumed he was a great dad and a great hero at this point. However, that image was shattered when Legend began to drink and abuse his family (as an aside, one of the artbooks confirmed that Yuri was beaten as well). The man he looked up to, the hero, the man who taught him to never let evil go unpunished, was hurting him. It's not difficult to image what that sort of effect dissonance could have on a child.

Legend was staging his arrests and trying desperately to hold on to what he had, putting the anger he felt at losing his position over his duty as a husband and father to be there for his family (I could contrast this with how Kotetsu, in the same situation, uses this time to get closer to his family but that's for another time). He was loved and admired by all with no one any wiser to what happened behind closed doors. 

I think it's because of this that Yuri seems to live his life in opposition to the hero lifestyle. In a way this could almost be seen as a form of revenge seeking against heroes themselves. He's seen what a "hero" can be like and he can no longer trust them to make the right choices or have a genuine desire to help anyone so he takes it into his own hands and has no qualms about airing his spiteful opinions while doing so.

As a side note, in a way I also believe that his decision to kill those that are evil is, in part, a form of reassurance to himself that he's not wrong for what he did to his own father. We kind of get a hint of that in the scene where he's hallucinating and yells at his father's apparition after having his actions questioned by him.

To return to the main point, Yuri isn't really given the opportunities the others had to change their ways and heal. There was no one there to stop him from going down the wrong path. Barnaby tells Virgil that he's not out to save Schneider, he's out to save Virgil himself. Barnaby also says how Kotetsu was able to be there for him and that, had it not been for him, he wouldn't even have been standing there today and would have gone down the wrong path himself. 

I often see people discuss what Yuri might have been like had he never been abused or killed his father but I think a more interesting thing to consider is what he could have been like had he had someone on his side when he really needed it, if he didn't live in a world that would likely turn on him if he spoke against the most well-known celebrity hero (I would imagine that, much like in our real world, if an abuse victim spoke out against a celebrity they'd be shamed and called a liar), if there had been someone there to set him straight before his pain and twisted morals consumed him.

Even as we see him in the show I don't think he's a bad man. He does terrible things, yes, but he does them out of a desire to save people, to help others, to prevent more suffering. It annoys me to see him portrayed as some childish villain just stupidly killing for the sake of it. He's misguided, yes, but there's a method to his madness.

I guess the main point is that, regardless of how Kotetsu meant it, I feel sad thinking about Yuri stating his views on how to heal from the past only to be told that he "Doesn't know the first thing about what [Barnaby's] been through". Yuri does know pain, loss, and betrayal quite well which is how he came to those conclusions in the first place, he just hasn't been in a situation that's allowed him to admit and process that.