#soft yet capable of going absolutely feral

[snowballseal]

hihiiii I adoreee your writing, it’s so good! genuinely so fun to read. if it’s not too much trouble, could I possibly request some sylus fluff?

maybe something along the lines of MC craving lots of affection/being a bit clingy towards him and just wanting to be near him after a while of being apart?

absolutely no rush or obligations if this doesn’t exactly pique your interest!! have a lovely day ❤️

Soft

Sylus X Reader (LaDS)

Summary: Just a little fic of you and Sylus reuniting after a while apart. You doesn't want to be apart from him and he obliges.

Word Count: 818

Note: Hi anon! I know this isn't super long, but I hope you like it! I love describing how soft Sylus can be for MC, and it felt like a cute, simple piece. I can write something longer if you'd like, just let me know!

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“Sylus!”

The man lets out a low chuckle as you practically throw yourself at him. He catches you with practiced ease, arms wrapping securely around your waist as he spins you around. It’s like one of those cheesy romance flicks, other travelers rushing around you to greet their own waiting families, a bubbly yet tired kind of mirth warming the frigid, fall air.

It had been a month since you’d seen Sylus. A long, grueling, horrible month. While you love your job, you hate the extended training camps you have to attend every few years. Always in the middle of nowhere. Always with limited contact with the outside world. Limited contact with Sylus.

You don’t know how many nights you spent staring at the blank walls of your tiny dorm room, sleep nowhere to be found when all you could think about was how much you missed his touch, his warmth, him. It was like being terribly homesick, and all you wanted was to be back in his arms.

And now you are.

Even when your feet touch the ground again, you don’t want to let go. And neither does Sylus. His arms stay curled around your waist, face tucked against your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer, just breathing you in. You all but melt into his warmth, nuzzling against his chest with a happy, content noise.

“My, my, it seems my little kitten missed me,” he murmurs, low and teasing against your ear. You can practically hear the smirk curling his lips.

“Can you blame me?” You draw back a fraction to pout up at him. Those vermillion eyes glint down at you with a smug amusement, but you don’t mind fanning his ego a little right now. “We barely even got the chance to talk on the phone. It was awful and cold and exhausting. I don’t know why they wanted us training in the north, we were all just a bunch of sad popsicles.”

“Mm, sounds quite tragic,” Sylus hums, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly. Your theatrics are endearing, and who is he to not play along? Hands tracing slowly up and down your waist, Sylus gives you a look of teasing sympathy, “Poor kitten. Perhaps I should take you home and find a way to warm you up, hm?”

Home. God, you love the sound of that. You’re home. With him. The thought fills your chest with a fluttering sort of excitement.

“Home sounds perfect,” you sigh, nuzzling back into him with an absolutely giddy smile. “Just, don’t let me go, mkay?”

The man softens and for a moment, he’s not Sylus the leader of Onychinus. He’s just Sylus. Your Sylus.

You make him different. You turn him into something soft, something tender, with your love. Like a balm soothing his sharp edges, his harsh nature. He never thought himself capable of such gentleness until he held you, until he felt the plushness of your body in his hands. Even though you are one of Linkon’s most capable hunters, something in him desires to treat you like porcelain, something otherwise vicious and bloody. Like a feral dog, licking your chin, body curved to be small and nonthreatening despite the sharpness of its fangs pressed against your skin.

And you never once flinched. Never once pulled away from his hands, even when his grip would edge on painful, even when his teeth would sink into your skin with a sinful need to possess something so soft, so sweet.

Though, he’ll play nice tonight, seeing as your body curls so tiredly into his, practically all your weight in his arms.

“Alright, sweetie,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “I accept your conditions. You won’t have to worry about anything tonight, I’ll take good care of you.”

You hum your approval, though it sounds more like a purr. A smirk dancing across his lips, Sylus leans down and curls an arm under you, lifting you like you weigh nothing. He grabs your bag with his other hand, and starts back towards his motorcycle.

You forget all about the cold that night. Even the soreness in your muscles seems to fade away as you lay curled against Sylus’ side on his couch, a large, fluffy blanket thrown over the both of you, some movie humming quietly in the background.

And Sylus keeps his word. Not once does he let you go. Even when you start to yawn, eyelids heavy with sleep, Sylus simply lays out across the couch and drags you over his body, until you can stretch out like a cat over his chest. He keeps an arm locked around your waist, making sure you won’t fall as you finally, finally give in to the sleep your body so desperately needs.

It’s perfect.

He’s perfect.

And you hope you never have to go on another blasted training mission again.

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I'll be real, I think my personal headcannon is that Sylus is like a feral yet loyal dog. I use the comparison a lot, I feel. Like, he can be vicious and wild, but he'd bow for you, he'd get himself killed for you (if he could lol). He would have a loyalty so unwavering, and that's terrifying in a way. But also? Kinda sexy 👀

[luffington]

insatiable ♡

➤ summary: Yamato discovers how much he likes you pulling his hair. (18+)

➤ pairing: yamato x afab!reader

➤ word count: 1.2k

➤ warnings: soft dom!yamato, oral (f receiving), hair pulling, size kink, male terms for yamato

➤ notes: no plot, head empty, just drooling over yamato (ꈍᴗꈍ)

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Large, calloused hands pushed your knees further apart. The metal handcuffs circling his wrists were almost as cold as the ice he wielded, sending a shiver up your spine when they pressed against your skin. Yet Yamato’s smirk was as warm and playful as ever as he crawled further up the worn-out mattress. Positioning himself between your legs, which spread even further apart to accommodate his broad shoulders. He grinned at the sight of your pretty cunt, already wet and waiting for him. Loving the way you squirmed and blushed under his intent gaze. 

“Aww, are you feeling shy?” Yamato teased, sounding very pleased with himself. He lightly dragged his fingertips up your legs and traced patterns on your upper thighs.

Vulnerable was a better word. Even though you’d fucked several times, you still felt weak in the presence of such a powerful man, bigger than you in both size and strength. Plus, his stamina was absurd. Every hookup ended with you being too fucked out to utter a single word. 

Reassuring you that he’d take care of you (which you didn’t doubt), he playfully nipped at your hip with his sharp canines. Yamato was a simple man – when he wanted pussy, he wanted it now. No time for teasing or drawn-out foreplay. So he flattened his tongue and licked up your folds in one long stripe, making you squeak and jerk your legs around his shoulders. Humming in delight, he lapped at your labia with a look of pure satisfaction. 

The blunt tip of his tongue prodded at your entrance for only a moment before diving in. Roughly thrusting the entire muscle inside you in one go. He was absolutely addicted to your cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, grabbing a handful of Yamato’s thick hair by the roots to pull his mouth impossibly closer to you. He groaned and visibly winced at the pressure on his scalp. With wide eyes, you immediately moved your hands away. “Shit, I’m so sorry!”

He just laughed brightly. “S’okay! Don’t worry about it. It's better than grabbing my horns!” 

The reference made you look away in embarrassment. Yamato’s strap-on of choice was… generous, even for his height. One time, he was pounding into you hard enough to crack the bed frame, threatening to penetrate your womb with every thrust. While screaming his name and begging for more, you unintentionally used the oni’s horns as handlebars. Thankfully, you didn’t hurt him, but Yamato joked away his daddy-issues-based insecurities the entire next day by calling himself a wild bull. 

But that made the current situation confusing. Surely you didn’t pull his hair hard enough to cause him any real pain. You weren’t capable of it – at least, not accidentally. Why was his reaction so intense?

“Actually, I… kinda liked it.” He sounded uncharacteristically timid, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Oh, now you understood. 

His vulnerability lasted for only a moment before he regained his confidence. Unhooking his arms from around your thighs, he removed the orange rods tying his hair back and let his locks fall around his face. Seeing him without a ponytail was a rarity. Hair unruly and unwashed, the color of snow melting into water. He looked feral and fierce and gorgeous.

With an eager grin, Yamato asked, “Can you do it again?”

Obviously, you indulged him, running both of your hands through his wavy hair before gripping it firmly and pulling upwards. His eyes fell shut in bliss with a brazenly erotic moan. Commanding you to keep your fingers there, he buried his face in your cunt ferociously. His tongue squirmed around your insides hungrily. Brushing over every inch of space and claiming your wet walls as his own. No technique involved, just raw desire – and it drove you insane.

You grasped his hair even harder to hear more lusty groans rip from Yamato’s throat, and you realized he was humping the mattress. With hooded, unfocused eyes, you watched as he slipped his hand under his hakama’s waistband to touch himself in time with each tug at his scalp. Seeing him get off on your touch and taste only made you buck your hips onto his tongue, forcing the muscle further inside you.

“Ahh, Yama, you’re so deep.” You threw your head back against the pillow, grinding your cunt against his lips. 

“Yeah? I can go even deeper,” he chuckled devilishly. 

Trusting you to keep your legs around his shoulders, he released his bruising grip on your thigh. Teasingly rubbing over your puffy lips, then shoving the digits as far in your cunt as they could go. You choked on your own spit, babbling incoherently when he began scissoring your tight hole apart. A bright smile lighting up his face at the squelchy wet noises coming from your hole. 

“Your pussy’s so loud. It’s begging for me, telling me it wants more.” His filthy words sent even more heat straight to your core. Spreading your pussy wide apart, he licked between his fingers, rabidly consuming you and nuzzling the tip of his nose against your clit. 

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and Yamato could tell by the way your legs clamped around his back in a vice grip. “Holy shit, ahh, I’m gonna cum…”

He pulled away, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing. Raising his eyebrow, he stated, “You didn’t ask for my permission.”

With a pout and your best puppy eyes, you whimpered, “Please?”

Roughly tugging his hair for added effect made him groan out in ecstasy. He sighed in dramatic defeat – as if he would ever deny you of your pleasure. “Fuck, whatever, good enough. Cream on my tongue, baby.”

You grinned smugly, delighted that you’d discovered his weakness. But that quickly disappeared into a scream as he dove back into your cunt, suctioning his mouth around your hole. Licking and sucking wildly, making a mess of his pretty face. The burning pressure built up inside you burst with a desperate cry of his name, clutching his hair like your life depended on it. 

Yamato continued to eat your cunt throughout your high, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweet slick. Once the aftershocks subsided, you literally had to kick his back to remind him to stop. Your body could only take so much of his insatiable appetite. He frowned adorably, but ceased his actions. A lewd string of your wetness combined with his spit kept his lips tethered to your hole.

“Learned something new about myself today,” Yamato smirked, removing his hand from his pants to show you his own juices glistening on his skin. You licked your lips longingly, and he gladly slid his fingers in your mouth, letting you clean them off with a needy whine. “You better not use this against me.”

“Yama, I wanna fuck you, not fight you.” You laughed lightheartedly and motioned for him to come closer. The warrior was always on edge, ready to go into fight or flight mode. You hoped your time together could soothe his nerves, even for just a few hours. 

Crawling on top of you and using his weight to press you even further into the mattress, Yamato pulled you into a messy and needy kiss. He hadn’t cum yet and was still raring to go. It was your turn to take care of him, and you planned on keeping one hand in his hair the whole time.

[elodiah]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers! Spread the self-love 💞

Thanks @kcscribbler!

This was interesting, because I had to go with my gut feeling in the moment, but I reckon the contents of this list could easily change at any given time depending on my mood.

1) Revival

Summary: Loki and Mobius take what amounts to a vacation, whilst Loki recovers from his harrowing experience of babysitting the multiverse.

This began as a single-chapter ficlet to fill an ask game prompt. Later, I decided to revisit this version of Loki and Mobius to fill a bingo prompt in ch 2, then a random computer-generated prompt I had in my ideas doc for a 3rd and final chapter. Apart from a little Loki-whump in ch 2, it’s generally a sweet, soft and cozy pre-romance, and very cathartic to write.

2) Within

Summary: Loki and Mobius are marooned on a volcanic nightmare of a world, their survival depending solely on Loki's tenacity.

Part of my ‘Patience-verse’ series, this fic contains some of my favourite tropes, such as ‘trapped together in danger’, ‘magical drain/depletion’ and ‘the power of love’. Also a little twist of UST/URT — gummy bear feeding, my beloved! 😆

3) Sleepless

Summary: Mobius and Loki get stuck in a broken elevator for hours, and as a result Mobius discovers what's been bothering the object of his (as yet unspoken) affection.

Also a part of ‘Patience-verse’, and it’s such a trope-y scenario, you’ve gotta love it. I mean, that was the whole point of the original fic that spawned this series, after all. Basically, my reason for choosing this is not just because I’m absolutely feral for exhausted!Loki and sleepy cuddles, but also because I can’t believe I was able to write 3k+ words about Lokius in a lift. 🤷‍♀️

4) Apokruptein

Summary: A curiosity on an unknown world hurtles Loki and Mobius into peril.

A double bingo prompt-fill for ‘Forest’ and ‘Cursed object/artefact’. This 4-chapter fic is not really my best writing, but it’s the only time so far I’ve gone all-out with a full on adventure style fic, with a little worldbuilding/backstory, a lot of whump, and the lovely trope ‘temporary amnesia’ to boot. I worked really hard on the conception of this one, and I’m pretty proud of it.

5) I’ve lumped together two ficlets for my #5 spot, because they’re both similar in that they are absolutely NOT anything near what I would usually write.

a) Sit Tempus

Summary: Furnishing their new apartment, the last thing on Loki and Mobius’ list is a decent couch.

An idea that popped into my head during a boring drive home… and I wrote, edited and posted the whole thing in one night. 😏 My only ‘established relationship’ fic to date (watch this space.. 👀), although nothing remotely spicy, I should add. Just pure cute fluff, and a very vague S2 fix-it.

b) Unexpectedly You

Summary: A kindness from Loki for a mutual friend causes Mobius to have a ‘Moment’.

Terrible summary, but it’s another little ask game prompt fill, so nothing much happens in it at all. A lot of people seemed to like this one, which kinda made me like it more too. 🤣 It’s simply Loki being a sweetheart, and Mobius being proud of him. 🥹

I also wanted to add two honourable mentions for Reach (Loki/Star Wars crossover) and Reset (Loki/Red Dwarf crossover). I never in a million years thought I’d be capable of writing ONE passable crossover fic, let alone two… so the fact I managed it makes me super proud, even if they’re ludicrously niche.

[muffinsin]

who’s likely be into being called daddy or mommy? Cassandra probably daddy or mommy too but daddy more. Would bela be into being called daddy? And Daniela too?

-Rambunctious Anon

Very interesting ask! I’ve got some thoughts on this, though keep it short-ish as it doesn’t leave a lot of room for HCs! ;)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

She loves to be called “Mommy”

In turn, though, she loves calling her lovers “Mommy” too

It absolutely plays into her Mommy issues-

She isn’t much for the “Daddy” title, neither as a dom or a sub, and isn’t particularly interested in it either

She just doesn’t see the appeal of it and thinks it’s rather tasteless

But being called Mommy? Oh, it gets her going

Despite being perfectly capable of being mean, she likes to be a bit of a soft dom

Teasing touches, rough fucking with a sweet voice accompanying dirty words

As a sub, she absolutely gets off to calling you “Mommy”

It’s one of her biggest kinks on both ends of her preferences ;)

Cassandra

Oh yes, she is totally into both

She doesn’t care whether you call her Mommy or Daddy, both will do

They’re her two favourite titles along with Mistress and the simple, yet effective “Lady Cassandra”

Although, she goes absolutely feral if you call her Daddy while she rails you

It will absolutely make her grip you harder and fuck you dumb

She likes to choke you then, too, or at the very least grab you tightly

As a submissive, she enjoys calling you both too, although she tends to enjoy the “Mommy” a little title more

Daniela

This little bug woman enjoys both

She herself likes to be called Mommy, mostly

She just thinks it’s cute!

However, she won’t stop you from calling her Daddy either

She doesn’t really understand it, but likes the title nonetheless, or at the very least the reactions it causes

As a sub, it’s unlikely for her to call you either on her own

She’s into it, but wouldn’t consider it a heavy kink of hers, after all

Should you refer to yourself as Mommy or Daddy, however, she will join in and get off to it

[seiya-starsniper]

36 or 37 for the smut prompts for Lucienne/Gault? 👀👀👀

37. A is usually reserved when it comes to intimacy and emotions. When in public, B does something that breaks A. A pulls B close and whispers to them: "I need you. Now." || AO3 Link Here

This is 100000000000% one of my favorite dynamics absolutely feral for this aposdkapodkaso. It's not a birthday celebration without femslash, and this is nothing but pure, horny filth, with Lucienne losing control of all of her senses because of Gault. Enjoy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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Of all the places one would have expected to lose their grip on proper behavior in public, Lucienne had put summer carnival at the very bottom of her list. Hell, she didn’t even have a list, because years of handling Morpheus’s public affairs had ensured that she almost always had to be the put together one out of the two of them. Even today, on her day off for a date with Gault, Lucienne was always carefully aware of her surroundings, of the people who looked a little too long at the two of them, of all the potential places for photographers and tabloid journalists could hide, despite the lack of her famous employer's presence.

All of Lucienne’s carefully crafted masks go right out the window when Gault slams the hammer into the strongman machine, careening the puck so hard into the top of the tower that the ground shakes with how loud the bell rings. 

There’s a moment of stunned silence, the only noise in the air being the echoing reverb from the machine. Then, almost all at once, a giant round of applause and cheering breaks out around them. The strongman attendant is stuttering half in awe, half in fear, as he leads Gault to the array of comically large stuffed animals for her prize. Gault grins mischievously at Lucienne every few moments, and were she thinking more clearly, Lucienne would be more wary of that look, because it surely meant Gault would pick the most obnoxious prize possible and find a way to place it on Lucienne’s desk come Monday morning. 

As it was, however, Lucienne only had one goal in mind, and it was to get them both out of the public eye immediately. 

Gault was Morpheus’s bodyguard. She was strong, and incredibly capable, Lucienne knew this. She’d interviewed Gault herself and taken an active part in the hiring process. She knew the woman could pick up Morpheus with one arm and carry him over her shoulder over long distances, that her strength was a defining feature to why she was hired. And yet. And yet. Lucienne felt that she had never truly appreciated just how strong Gault was until just this moment. And she needed to do something about it right now, or she’d go mad. 

“Luce?” Gault asks as she approaches her, a gigantic rainbow-colored unicorn in her arms. “What do you think of this one?”

Lucienne’s tongue feels like a leaden weight in her mouth. How was it that Gault could look so unfairly attractive carrying such an obnoxious looking thing?

“Luce?” Gault asks, her tone now unsure and concern flitting across her face. Her beautiful, gorgeous face that Lucienne needed to kiss right now.

“Toilets,” Lucienne says instead, finally finding her voice. “I uhm—we need to head to the restrooms. Now.”

Gault raises an incredulous eyebrow, but her shoulders also stiffen the slightest bit, her posture suddenly serious. Lucienne feels a bit bad for alarming her girlfriend, but she’s fairly certain she’ll be forgiven once they’re in private.  

It’s a bit of a task to find a restroom that isn’t portable, and it’s blessedly so far out of the way of the hustle and bustle of the fair that they’re alone when they enter, much to Lucienne’s relief. She locks the door behind her for extra insurance, even though she’s fairly confident they won’t be disturbed this far away from the fairground.

“Luce, what—?” Gault starts, but she’s cut off by Lucienne pushing her up against the wall closest to the door and kissing her senseless. She lets out a soft gasp and nearly drops the unicorn. Lucienne spares her a few moments to place both the stuffed animal and their bags on the counters by the sinks, before she pushes the other woman up against the wall again. 

“What the hell’s gotten into you Luce?” Gault gasps in-between kisses, giggling now. 

“I need you,” Lucienne pants before she removes her fogging glasses and tosses them carelessly next to their bags, “to put your hands on me and in me. Right now.”

Gault barks out a laugh, and Lucienne shushes her first with her palm, then her mouth.

“Be quiet,” Lucienne orders. “Do you want to get caught?”

“Oh please, no one in their right minds would come out this far,” Gault replies, grinning like a cat that’s just caught the canary. “Liked the way I used my strength back there, did you?” she asks, trailing a hand down to undo the button on Lucienne’s trousers. 

“Perhaps,” Lucienne answers, her own hands finding their way just beneath the other woman’s shirt. Gault’s skin is so warm beneath her palms. “Perhaps I want you to ring my own bell instead.”

“Fuck Luce,” Gault curses, and then Lucienne’s trousers and panties are yanked down in one fluid motion, pooling at her ankles. The act was its own show of strength, which sends even more heat between Lucienne’s legs. 

Lucienne yelps as she’s then lifted off the floor, her feet slipping out of her shoes and trousers easily, and then she’s the one pinned to the bathroom wall instead of Gault, her thighs propped up over the other woman’s arms.  

“Oh,” Lucienne gasps as Gault’s fingers trail along her folds, already dripping wet with her desire. She moans as the other woman thumbs at her clit, then slips two fingers easily inside her. Gault has never had her in this position before and Lucienne is quickly realizing this has been a complete oversight in their sex life. 

“You really like that, huh?” Gault whispers huskily into her ear, before she licks a teasing stripe along the shell of it. Lucienne’s always been sensitive about her ears, she’d been teased for their unusual shape as a child, but Gault loved them, and always made sure to lavish upon them.

“Yes, oh god, yes, right there,” Lucienne moans as Gault’s fingers find that one sensitive spot inside her, her thumb only pressing gently against her clit now. She ruts her hips against Gault’s fingers, chasing her pleasure higher, higher. Gault seems to know when she’s close, because her thumb suddenly resumes its assault on her clit, and Lucienne has to bite into her own hand to muffle a scream as her orgasm crashes into her.

“Fuck,” Lucienne moans when he feels her mind returning to her body. 

“Fuck, indeed, I need to take you to carnivals more often,” Gault laughs, before she gently places Lucienne on the countertop. She bends to pick up her panties and trousers, then hands them to Lucienne with a wicked smirk on her face. Lucienne is too blissed out to care.

“No carnivals necessary,” she says instead as she places her glasses back on her face. “But, if you’re willing, I can show you just how much I appreciated your show of strength at home.”

Gault grins and picks up the unicorn. “Let’s get out of here then.”

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A few weeks later, Morpheus receives a package with a carnival sized stuffed black cat inside of it. The attached note card has a photo of Lucienne and Gault smiling in front of…a strongman machine? Both of them are holding up the cat, which Morpheus now realizes has a frown stitched onto its face.

His name is Meowpheus is the only thing the card says. 

[ratchlocked]

If ur still looking for ratchlock prompts I would love to see something with either consensual cannibalism or siphoning. I go absolutely feral for the amount of trust it takes to be so vulnerable to give part of yourself to be subsumed by another yet trust them to not hurt you. I think it also fits in with ratchet's need to take care of others at his own expense. Feel free to ignore if it's not your cup of tea!

Well, dear anon, here you go. This broke the definition of "drabble" and is a one-shot instead, huh. Oops. Enjoy your 1,000+ words! If you like it, I'd love to hear from you :D

Warning: consensual cannibalism! This isn't sex but it's still kinky and horny, so beware.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43961157 (I'd love some kudos/comments!)

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There is a plus to having his optics on a doctor. Many, in fact. The Doc can patch him up when he's wounded, mitigating the danger of exposing any vulnerability to another Decepticon before he can make it to a safe enough place to let his nanites get to work on repairs. He's also intelligent—Deadlock doesn't have the time to play with fools. More important than any of that, though, is that Ratchet knows how bots work. Through and through. He knows what breaks them, right down to the most minute things that can go wrong. He knows a million ways to fix those things, and it's downright fascinating what can be done to a mech without the risk of endangering their life. At least, not if remedied quickly enough.

With that in mind, Deadlock had proposed something to his dear medic, and he waits with a rattling shudder to each vent in for his response.

"Would you give me a piece of you, Doc? A real piece, one that I get to keep inside me forever?"

Ratchet's gaze is steady, boring into his own. Deadlock can already feel his frame heating up, ripples of possession and desire rolling through his EM field. For half a minute, he wonders if Ratchet will really say yes.

Because, surely, he knows what Deadlock is asking for. Deadlock is a siphonist—he's taken Ratchet's fuel many times, drank hungrily from the lines at his neck, or the glimpse of cables at his wrist joints. Ratchet knows that his fangs are sharp enough to pierce metal, to tear into it. Logically, then, he is also capable of... consuming it entirely.

Ratchet, Deadlock knows, must know of this phenomenon, too. Must be able to make the connection himself that Deadlock wants more than just his fuel. 

Deadlock braces himself for rejection, his spark taut in its casing. 

Ratchet comes closer, their chests pressing flush together. He takes Deadlock's clawed servo and cups the side of his own helm with it. Deadlock brushes the delicate little wing there between the tips of his digits.

"Whatever piece you'd like," Ratchet answers. "I trust you."

Deadlock doesn't lunge—no, he takes his medic's free servo in his own, gently lifting the pristine white plating of Ratchet's arm to his lips. 

"You're sure? It'll hurt more than..." Deadlock begins to warn him, but the look in Ratchet's sweet blue optics cuts him off. He's... serious about this. He understands. He's... he's going to let him do this.

"I want this," Ratchet reassures him, and the soft crook of his neck pushes that precious little wing further between Deadlock's digits. He could snap it off so easily, but he never, ever would.

"Ratchet," Deadlock groans, his voice softly crackling with static. The movement brushes his lips and fangs against soft plating, soft plating that he's wanted to crush and tear with his fangs for so long. He won't risk damaging Ratchet's talented servos, nor the sensitive wiring that connects them to his systems, so he must be careful with this. Ratchet would know this, too. One wrong move here could risk his career, his very duty. 

Deadlock bites into the plating of Ratchet's arm, beautiful white-painted metal tearing, compacting. Crushed beneath the force of his jaw. Ratchet's pained gasp sends alarm and heat in a single throb to Deadlock's spark, but he doesn't pull away. Ratchet is still, his servo still cupped over Deadlock's at his helm. Ratchet wants to stay here. As Deadlock consumes this piece of him, as Deadlock tears into his frame like he's his prey.

Only, he isn't. Deadlock would never hurt him, not in a way that couldn't be mended. And though he feels possessive of him, he would never claim to own him. He only wishes for Ratchet to be his. And his instincts tell him that for them to become properly inseparable, he needs to take a part of him as his own.  

Metal fangs gnash, chewing armoured plating like an organic would flesh, and the scraping of it as it travels down Deadlock's intake is exquisite. If Ratchet's frame leaves scratches, then those, too, will stay with him. He groans in satisfaction, grasping Ratchet's wrist with all the delicacy of a lover as he takes another chunk of his plating, ashamed to so enjoy the sound of it being cut, torn and crushed.

Ratchet whimpers this time, and Deadlock chews a little more hurriedly than before, intaking the scraps quickly before licking over the torn metal and wiring with his glossa. Lubricant drips from it, coats the shreds of metal liberally, and Ratchet—Ratchet moans.

This time, Deadlock does pull back, his mouth slack as he stares at him. 

"You... It can't..." There's no way that it feels good, he thinks.

But Deadlock knows that look in Ratchet's optics. That haze, the soft flickering of light. 

"Take more," Ratchet gasps, and Deadlock can only interpret it as a command. "Take as much of me as you want."

The next time Deadlock bites down, the tear of metal is sensual, languid. Wires snap between his fangs, and his gaze flits up to watch Ratchet's helm roll back, pain and pleasure crackling with static from his vocalizer. Deadlock can feel his spike pressurizing beneath its panel, and he hisses, glossa lavishing the torn metal and damaged wiring of Ratchet's forearm. 

"That's enough," Deadlock states raggedly, tearing himself away. Ratchet's energon drips from his lips, but the medic doesn't flinch away when he comes close, his servo curling tightly around the back of Ratchet's helm. "I want you."

Ratchet's damage isn't substantial, but Deadlock knows that it must hurt. Torn wires spark with live electricity. Energon drips from where he'd broken a line, but if left alone, Ratchet's nanites will seal it before he's ever at risk of bleeding out. 

Ratchet presses his frame to Deadlock's, the heat beneath his modesty panelling obvious. Deadlock growls, pulling him into a kiss that draws energon from his lips. Deadlock groans as he laps it up, his spike panel snapping open as his want pressurizes urgently between them.

"I'm yours," Ratchet whispers, the gentle touch of his servos flitting over Deadlock's frame. "Now, and—"

"Forever," Deadlock says with him, a soft smirk curled on his lips.

[dont-go-into-the-woods]

Avery’s NSFW Alphabet

Of course I’d write the smutty stuff before anything else lmao. 

Here y’all go and MINORS GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU SEE THIS

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Even Softer with you than he, usually is. Will drag you to the bathroom to clean up, and maybe, if not to exhausted, will cook something up. He just wants to make sure you’re alright.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part would be his hands, he enjoys the reactions he can pull out of you, whether through simple touches, or fingering you / jerking you off. His favorite part of you would have to be the thighs, he loves squishing his fingers into them, gripping them whether he’s pounding into you or riding your dick/strap.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Loves filling, being filled, swallowing, being covered in, covering you in it. He’s a little nasty lmao.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He certainly has a lot going on under the surface. He’s a little nervous about showing what else he’s capable of.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has some experience, via a few past relationships, but is always down to learn more if it means pleasing you. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He willing to try a lot, but he enjoy’s the classics the most, or positions where you’re seated in his lap. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

On the more serious end, but he’s willing to laugh if something goes wrong. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Trimmed, dark, a little curly. He also has a prominent happy trail.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Ranges from shear softness, to absolutely feral. He desires, taking care of you deeply. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Maybe a few times a week before he met you. He still does on occasion if you are not available, or if you’re not in a relationship. Yet.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mutual Masturbation, Marking, Edging, Vouyerism, Gagging, Roleplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom, Shower, Kitchen, Woods, His truck. Just nothing extremely public.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you stretch, showing off your tummy. Any glimpse of thigh. Neck kisses. Being aggressive with him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything dealing with ageplay, piss, scat, dd/lg are big turn offs. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to give, but love’s to receive as well, especially if you gag on him a little. Pretty good as well, even better when his fingers get involved.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

For someone that’s relatively quiet, he certainly enjoy’s a faster pace. He will still however, cater to you needs. You decide you want him to let lose however, RIP.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t mind them, but prefers to have a longer time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Is fine with semi-public, as long as he know he has control of the space. If anyone even looks at you in that state, well, bye bye to them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Great stamina, almost to much. Huh, that’s a little strange.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Has a few, but doesn’t often use them. Is willing to add more if you ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Enjoy’s edging, both you and himself, if you get the chance to be on his thigh, just be prepared.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Can get loud at times, but if you want him to keep it down, he’s fine with either you shoving him fingers in his mouth or biting you. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When you learn his dirty little secret, he’ll be more willing to- REDACTED INFO

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 Inches/19.05cm hard, 5.5 inches/13.97cm flaccid, decently thick. Uncircumsized, with a slight upward curve. A little lighter than his normal skintone, pinkish red tip. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty tame for the most part since he does still have to earn his masters, but if you ask, he’s almost always down. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After you’ve been taken care of, he’ll usually stay up a little longer, take care of anything he’s neglected. Maybe take a quick stroll through the woods.

[secretstackofsin]

Holy shit Kat, this was—-!!!!!!!! You equally kickstarted my day with the rush you gave me and ruined it for the same reason, I’ll be very much awake but I won’t be able to focus on a single thing during my day 🥴

Soft but confident and capable Marcus is my kryptonite 🫠 even though I couldn’t get myself to watch all the Mentalist episodes he’s in (yet), I’ve always been drawn to his personality and I love imagining him with a side where as cute and polite he is on the streets, he’ll absolutely rock your world on the sheets, leaving you feel like you just had an inter-dimensional trip after he’s done with you 🌝 and you portrayed this so well, I was hung up on every word!!! His quiet confidence and the way he made her feel relaxed and wanted, then absolutely railed her made me go feral 😩

I know it’s a oneshot, but I can’t help but hope that you’ll eventually revisit this story, it has such a great potential! After all, they still have that dinner date, and she did win a whole night, they can be together until the sun comes up 👀 And even after that, she would watch the video when she’s feeling down or is very distracted thinking about that night and she would see how hot they looked like, how he was focusing on her and how much she was lost in pleasure, and yeah she would be hot and bothered but also feel so empowered, because she looked so sexy when she let down her guards and she could see that her favourite porn star was so lost in her too 😩 Anyway!!!! I don’t want to be pushy, it’s just you yeeted me into their little world and I don’t want it to end yet 🥺

Thank you so much for sharing this little gem with us 🥰

And uhhh my friend is asking if you know an actual female friendly website with hot actors

The Sweepstakes (Marcus Pike AU one-shot)

Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star.  Will it be as good as you imagine?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)

A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it.  I’ve never written this much in one day.  I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos.  This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!

Comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated!

Masterlist

Taglist – link in my bio and on my Masterlist

You won.

What the fuck?

Your entire body flushes with heat.  Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees.  Your hands tremble.

You never expected to win.

You remember the night you filled out the form.  You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps.  You’d had a string of them.  One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex.  It takes time, you told yourself.  You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent.  So much for him.

No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.

Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze.  They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.

What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living?  Someone who really knows what he’s doing?

The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.

And now you’d won.

A night with a porn star.

You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state.  They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.

Keep reading

[wafflesrisa]

Fanfic writers adding Three Essential Elements into every Kotallo fanfic like it’s sugar, spice and everything nice:

Sunwing

Seashell

Chocolate

[wh0lemilk0vich]

finally i’m in the mood and i need for you guys to consider this!! 🪱

eddie is super pale right? and hairless. so his belly is super creamy almost like a marshmallow right

just thinking about steve leaving red lovebites and hickeys covering his pale, silky smooth, milky chub in pink marks. maybe claiming him.. steve’s teeth sinking into his belly sucking

OH what if eddie comes into family video to give the guys a hand, and he’s bending over to stock some tapes and robin sees the red marks lining his stomach peeking underneath his shirt. robins like …. hm…. suspicious… so eddie’s just like oh OH it’s just um. oh my pants got too small!! haha yeah. just um. a bit tight i guess.. must’ve gained some weight. eaten too much, steve’s just taking such good care of me! haha…

the brat fucking knows he’s gained weight but he’s just bought new jeans and he knows where those red marks are from. and they’re not from jeans

and steve in the back whips around because ??? eddie saying that loud should not turn him on as much as it does, and the fact that robin can see his marks, yet eddie is denying it? steve is gonna have to mark him up more, show everyone just how he belongs to him. he is going to feed him up and he is gonna mark him up. he’s gonna make those jeans too tight, teach eddie a lesson for lying.

i hope the idea i’m trying to get across gets there ?? 🪱

Oh my God it absolutely does, wormie!!

You're so right that Eddie would mark up very easily (i apparently have a think for pale pasty boys, because now I want this for Mickey too) and, like, imagine an unrestrained Stevie going absolutely feral on Eddie's tits like while he's sitting in Steve's lap.

Like, he'd want to suck them so bad because they're just so big and juicy and when he does Eddie's nips get so pretty and puffy and look redder, and he knows when Eddie gets his shirt back on he moans when he gets little shocks from the fabric dragging along his sensitive nipples.

And of course he squeezes his arms around Eddie's trunk and it just gives him the most amazing cleavage for Steve to bury his face in and motorboat (he fantasizes about his head being completely surrounded by Eddie's tits and it makes him twitch underneath him), and suck so many bruising hickies up his decolletage and on his neck.

And when he lays Eddie down to take care of him, because, yes, Eddie may call Steve his prince/princess, but Steve is just as capable of letting a food drunk/actually drunk/high Eddie be his "little" pillow prince. He gets into a kneeling position where he has Edd's big soft thighs hooked over his own, legs spread around Steve's waist, so that he has full access to Eddie's fat cock nestled in a thatch of soft hair, slowly being consumed by an angel soft pad of fat, below the thick wide blubbery roll of underbelly that tapers up just slightly as his round belly slopes down to those milky twin mounds.

But when he has Eddie in this position, he can give him the best most excruciatingly teasing torturously edging hand jobs, equal parts praising and teasing. He leans down to lick fat stripes up his belly, kissing open-mouthed and wet, marking, biting sucking angry, bruising red purple marks into all his softest places. Usually while they're doing this, Steve is using a free hand to feed Eddie treats.

And so Eddie comes in to Family Video as usual to pick out something he'll watch with Steve and he's in his tight shirt with the scoop neck he cut into it, his tight jeans that are worn low under his belly and like staying up over his dump truck ass by the grace of God and just sheer tension of having so much boy stuffed into them.

Just normal interactions with Robin greeting her while Steve is stocking things. At first she notices a hickey high on Eddie's neck and just thinks 'jesus, could Steve act anymore like straight out of a John Hughes movie?'

But then Eddie's reaching up for something high and his shirt rides up revealing his belly and she sees the bite marks and purple red splotches peppering that thick lower lip of his gut and her 'this is a sex thing' alarms start going off. But when Eddie leans over the counter to BS with her and and she sees the marks on his tits down his shirt, she gets so smug and starts talking loudly.

"Still looking for a movie, Munson? You should try Fright Night. Vampire horror flick. Feel like you and Harrington might get a kick out of it."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yeah," she looks pointedly down at his chest and maybe his belly is resting on the counter and she can see again "Looks like you had your own tussle with a blood sucker, or you know some other kind of sucker."

Steve feels his neck bristle and he like breaks out in a cold sweat.

So Eddie, purposefully obtuse, "Oh yeah the stretch marks, guess I've been hitting the food pretty hard. Tough not to with Stevie around. If I didn't know any better I'd say he was trying to fatten me up, or something."

And suddenly Robin catches on, looking straight at Steve who looks like a deer in the headlights, "Oh, is that so?"

And Eddie is looking at Steve from over Robin's shoulder giving him one of those devil horn, tongue out grins and Steve is so fucking bashful he just chuckles it off stammering something until Robin tunes back around to ring Eddie out. Meanwhile Steve is fixing Eddie with a playful glare, smiling, and mounting 'just you wait, Munson.'

He'll wipe that grin right of Eddie's face, by stuffing him until pops that hair tie struggling to keep his jeans together.

😈😈😈

[uolivegb]

modern!LU headcannons that are all real and credible because i said so, pt. 1

i am not the sole brainstormer! creds are also due for my lovely friends @hyrules-feral-hero and @nihilistic-wobbufet they are hilarious

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WIND: has been obsessed with thomas the train since he was a kid and just never grows out of it, and its his biggest secret because he never wants anyone to find out or he would never recover from the embarrassment. he has a sizeable collection of memorabilia, and if like mcdonalds or some other fast food chain were to do themed toys, you already KNOW my boy is out there grinding for happy meals. he would babysit time and malon's son for the sole reason of being able to watch thomas and friends in public and have nobody shame him because "the baby likes it." even if said baby has been passed out for like two hours in his arms and wind is still in the middle of his marathon, doesnt even matter. time and malon ask him to go home? no, you fools, season four isnt over yet. he was also extremely distressed with the 3D models when they were introduced, and he would absolutely protest against them like pokemon genwunners.

he listens to all sorts of music, but especially loves bubblegum pop and nightcore circa like 2009. this, of course, is a wonderful contrast to his baby sister aryll's taste in music, which despite her innocently pastel sense of style is almost exclusively death metal (and the battle for the aux cord is brutal).

FOUR: casual twitch gamer, began his whole career while watching wind play fnaf one time and literally like six months after he started his own channel it BLEW UP and now he has a gajillion followers on his streams and on youtube. he likes to play kirby and metroid. despite the fame, his attitude remains casual, which is part of the reason why people like him so much. hed just show up on a random tuesday morning wearing his shirt backwards and be like "hi guys today im going to break my world record speedrun time" and then he just Does It. iconic king.

he has heterochromia, and his eyes flash different colors when a certain one is fronting (?), unrealistic in modern standards i know but just roll with it. vio especially loves gaming, and whenever people in chat ask why the literal hell his eyes seem to change color all the time, four just plays it off like "trick of the light. it just be like that" and no further comment. he has the most casual schedule ever but he pulls in absolute BANK.

also plans on one day learning how to blow glass. he thinks its so cool (because it is.)

TWILIGHT: professional wrestler who used to be a gym bro, just cause he's so good at it. is swole af and even though he's short he is super intimidating, and since due to publicity most people know that he's capable of bodyslamming someone twice his own weight most strangers will not approach him. heaven above forbid if he is there to witness somebody getting mugged or something- he goes rabid (one might even describe him as wolfish ;)) (said occurrence has happened twice. both times, he was offered a date afterwards but he said no cause hes

A. awkward, and

B. YEARNING for his old high school crush midna.)

whenever he gets back to his place, he throws on hello kitty slippers, plops down sideways on his couch, and cuddles his newest baby- a tiny white kitten he named marie (like from the aristocats. its his favorite movie, even though he tells everyone else who asks that its die hard.) just an enormous soft dork, a himbo, if you will

HYRULE: ABSOLUTELY a park ranger, and he adores his job!!! just picture him in like khakis and big stompy boots (i know, so cute!), and his knees and forearms are covered in colorful bandaids cause hes in the woods so much! he likes to give tours the most, and will go on and on about bear safety and how to read trail maps (despite never using them himself lol)

he would go up to a bear and be like "this is richard, hes chill, he gave me a pinecone once so now i like to think we are married" and all the people on the tour are like "isnt it dangerous to get up close to a bear like that?" and hyrules like "yes <3"

always mild mannered, except for when he finds poachers or traps laid out. i'll just leave that there.

WILD: you already KNOW my boy is a sous chef at some uppity restaurant, and hes the best damn cook there. he likes to goof off a lot which makes his superiors kinda hate him, but none of them can do anything about it because he is the singular reason why the restaurant has so many glowing reviews, and its super common for customers to ask for him by name so they can meet him. he just kinda messes around and does his own thing and is incredibly unpredictable, but he more or less runs the show because they cant just fire him, so days at work would go as follows:

"you cant film tiktoks in the break room 15 minutes before rush hour, we need you at the stove!"

"yeah no ill only be like 10 minutes this one is gonna be so funny i have to make it now"

"thats not what i said-"

(the superiors are both baffled and Very Done when his tiktoks actually bring in more customers.)

wild knows the power he holds and more or less has a freelance schedule, like if he forgot he made plans with the chain on a day hes supposed to come in? not a problem, he can just call and have them make a coworker cover him. because its not like they can fire him. as a result of this he becomes like some sort of kitchen cryptid, nobody knows where he comes from or when he comes he is just There. customers will be like "is the tiktok chef in today?" and there are several sighs and a resounding groan before somebody else answers "....yes."

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anywho this just came about after a random brainrot conversation, but we agreed that theyre too good not to share. enjoy! xoxo

[love-toxin]

cw: injuries, yandere tohma, gn! reader

"so...how long do I have to play along with this little game of yours?"

the question spills out of his mouth without warning, yet each word is methodical, careful, like he's practiced it a thousand times before. the teapot clutched in your hands nearly slips out and shatters over the table you've laid out for the two of you, but the warmth of the porcelain fortunately keeps you steady enough until you can set it down in the space between you two. Tohma was kind enough to bring you a gift after spending awhile away, tending to his duties--so it's only natural that you would take him out for some tea in exchange. it's courtesy. it's expected.

but his question certainly is not.

"I...I have no idea what you're talking about, Tohma."

"really?"

he's sat cross-legged for some time now, waiting as you ordered the tea and offering you some idle chit-chat befitting a pair that haven't seen the other in a while. Tohma has always been your friend even when you were young, but as is custom in a place like Inazuma, your relationship has evolved throughout the years. there are things you can't say anymore, things that would ruin your life if you were caught doing them...and now, you fear, the glint in Tohma's eyes may be an omen that he's about to commit one of those unholy acts.

"come on now, sweetheart, everybody can see the truth for what it is. there's no need to hide it any longer."

he's purposely tiptoeing around the question, waiting for the pieces to click in your mind. he need not say anything at all, however--the way he looks at you in this moment, and the purpose with which he stands from his place at the tea table is enough to set your jaw tight and your eyes to darken.

"you know that I was always meant to be your husband. to be there for you through thick and thin, to care for you when we're both old and gray-"

he takes a few quick steps around it to get to you, to kneel at your side and reach out his hands to pull yours into them, and it's all you can do not to flinch away and risk the image of impropriety. but you've endured this lecture before, and the only thing screaming inside your head is for you to resist--just resist, don't listen to a word he says, and bite your tongue of any insult until he finally gives up and gets the hint.

"Tohma, stop."

"-to treasure you like no one else will. I understand your point of view, I really do--we're still young, and the world outside of Inazuma seems so big and grand...but you have to realize that the time to settle down is coming for us."

he rubs his thumb over your hand and smiles in your direction, but you can't meet his eyes. and then it's slipping out of your grasp and raising up to your face, and you feel yourself stiffen all over as Tohma gently cups your cheek, his gaze lowering towards your mouth as if he has an idea of what he wants to do. but that would be grounds for you to shriek for a guard, and you're entirely certain that that's the only reason he bites his lip to stave off the desire.

"you were always meant to be mine. you believe in fate, and you've always put your trust in me...so why not let me help you?"

that last part comes as a whisper, the tearoom private but the walls still thin. one of the many secrets you've entrusted to Tohma over the years is your disagreement with Inazuma's strict laws, as well as the etiquette that comes with being a member of the higher class. you've always despised being noble, and Tohma has always understood you, at least you thought so....but ever since he's gotten this ludicrous idea in his head, you've known even less peace than usual.

"I've said it a dozen times, Tohma, and I won't say it again. I'm not marrying you."

you do your best to spit the words out with as much venom as you can muster, yet you still feel the twinge of anxiety at snapping at him so informally. it could spell the end for you quite easily, but when your eyes are drawn back to Tohma's expression, all you can see is bliss written all over his face.

"...even laced with contempt, my name sounds so sweet on your lips. you've so much wit, so much grace, and your beauty leaves me breathless...I know how little you think of me, but-"

fury shoots through every vein of your body, and you know it's the wrong move when you slap his hand away from your face, the smack like a thunderclap in the small space of the little tearoom.

"enough, Tohma! enough. do yourself a favour and stop speaking to me--in fact, I dearly hope you never say a word to me again."

each finger on his hand twitches, only to close in a tight fist and sink back down to his lap. you try to avoid his gaze in this moment, but even turning your head away you can still feel his eyes staring right into your soul.

"you know I can't make that promise. you know that I love you."

that word makes you stiffen, your grip lock on your noble dressings, your blood turn to ice in your veins. you've avoided that for so long but it follows you like a demon, and it's eyes glow a verdant green as Tohma's words melt into your skin and eat you alive from the inside out.

"this feeling of yours....it's not mutual, Tohma. just leave it, and leave me."

you say so, but you're the one that stands from the tea table in the end, and Tohma jumps to get to his feet to follow you. he trails on your heels as you step with purpose towards the door and slide it open, the cool chill of Inazuma city in the night prickling your exposed skin. the blond hurries to get in front of you, and the moment you spot a few other citizens on the path this late at night, you tilt your head down and pray to the gods that Tohma won't force you into impropriety.

"...I see. you won't budge on this, then...I will have to accept that. but may I at least escort you home? I can't in good faith allow you to wander alone in the dark. I still care for you."

he looks down on you with a softness to his features, and you hate how easily you buckle under any sort of pressure from him. you prided yourself on not giving in before, but when you're not alone it's not nearly as easy--you have to piece your words so carefully together, and by the time you think of an excuse it will already be too late for you to reject his offer. so with as subtle of a huff as you can manage, you speak softly under your breath that you suppose that's fine, and grit your teeth as you thank him for the offer. and Tohma is all too relieved to stand beside you as you walk down the hill and leave the prying ears of the city, the silence near unbearable between you as you meander through the path cut down the middle of the farmer's fields.

"seems there's no one around. not a surprise for this time of the night."

it's not a terribly long walk back to your family's estate, but Tohma still evidently feels the need to speak up as you reach the end of the gently sloping hill. Konda village lies within sight in the distance, and you feel the tension weigh heavy on your heart as you count the steps closer and closer to safety. relative safety that is.

you're so focused on paying him as little attention as possible that you don't even take notice to his hand drawing closer to yours and his eyes wandering up and down your figure, practically salivating as the flames in his chest burn hotter and hotter, until the moment he can't take any more and he grabs you by the shoulders to stop you and force you to look him straight in the eyes.

"now, you're going to listen very closely. I'm going to give you a little gift, because I love you so very much. you get a minute's head start."

the shock catches you off guard to the point that you bite your own tongue, fear and panic shooting through you like icicles that make you freeze in place. Tohma's expression is so intense he nearly appears feral, pearly teeth glimmering in the light from the moon as he grins down at you like a predator examining their prey.

"here's the deal, sweetheart--if you can run all the way past Konda village, you win. but if I catch you, I win, and you must uphold your promise and marry me in a month's time. and if you win, you'll get your wish--I'll never speak a word to you again."

terror grips you even harder than Tohma is, and at his proposal you whip your head towards the village in the distance and then back to him. if he's seriously not making some kind of sick joke, then there's absolutely no way you would ever make it. you're not a fighter, you don't even know how to hold a sword much less have a vision, and you've seen the kinds of things Tohma is capable of....he'll catch you before you make it anywhere close.

"Tohma-"

his gaze lingers on you for a moment, before he turns you in the direction of the village and pushes you forward, only hard enough for you to stumble a bit. you want to question him, to try and talk him down from such an insane idea, but once you hear him start counting down aloud your feet move on their own and you take off in a pitiful run down towards your target. the night air whips by your face as you try to sprint as best you can, yet your robes that give away your nobility get caught on your sandals and trip you up enough that it makes your heart jump into your throat. your heart pounds in a cage that feels too tight, the air heavy and raw in your lungs the longer you fumble your way forwards in the night. even your tears feel cold as they stream down your face, and if speaking wouldn't expend your precious energy then you would surely be wailing for Tohma to stop, please, he's scaring you. especially once you hear his footsteps take off, and it feels as though his warm breath is right on the back of your neck.

but even so, you look up within moments to find yourself in the middle of the quiet little village, the lanterns dim and only the glow of the moon casting light on the humble little buildings. the panic ceases but resurges just as quickly when you remember that you're not safe yet, that the entrance to the village is still a few hundred metres away--and you can hear Tohma panting now, at a distance close enough that he'll make a grab for you long before you'll ever get there. but there's something you know that he probably doesn't remember, and it might just be your saving grace as you duck into the shadows and skirt around the mayor's house just as he skids into the path of the village. you fear in the pit of your stomach that getting the top off the well that you used to play near as children would make a great deal of noise, but you hurry forward and find it open--and just as you swing a leg over to climb inside and pray that Tohma doesn't think to look for you here, your foot slips on the stone that's still damp from the rain and your world is overturned as you fall through the air. it's not far enough that you can scream or grab for purchase on something, but when you land you hear the sickening crack of something breaking and pain that shoots through your leg so quick that it almost makes you black out.

but something worse is yet to come, and it's Tohma's voice calling out your name, before you look up to the sky and your heart just sinks as you watch his face pop into view over the side of the well.

"oh, archons--baby, are you all right?! did you hurt yourself?"

he hops over the edge quite easily and falls steady on his feat, not even having broken a sweat from chasing you as he hurries to your side and props you up in the crook of his arm. and despite still feeling that twinge of discomfort and panic from him touching you, the agony sets in so deeply that you cling to him without realizing as tears pour down your face and you struggle to breathe.

"let me see...yeah, that's definitely broken. c'mere, I'll help you up.."

just brushing the pads of his fingers over the rapidly-swelling skin of your calf makes you flinch and cry out with pain, and it's obvious by the deep bruising how bad you've hurt it--you wouldn't be able to climb out of here if you tried. but Tohma finds so little trouble in heaving you up into his arms that it's laughable....it would be funny how sincerely you thought you could get away in the first place, if you weren't experiencing the consequences now. and only now is it starting to sink in that you lost, even though he isn't rubbing it in your face. yet.

"poor thing--that was scary, wasn't it? aren't you glad I was here?"

despite how despairing you look, he rubs his cheek against yours as he holds you tight. you realize now how much he's always wanted to do this, and how he's dragging this all out while he has the chance to do it without anyone watching....it's such a rare opportunity, but you don't feel nearly as lucky as he does.

"I'll always be here, sweetie....in sickness and in health, right?"

he murmurs into the shell of your ear, before pressing a kiss to it right afterwards as he reaches out to get a foothold so he can lift you out of here. all you can think about now is how your chance of escaping him has slipped away....and now, your status is a death sentence in the hands of the man who saved your life, and will ask for nothing in return but your gentle hand in marriage. how romantic.

[fukuwuzawa]

Akutagawa NSFW headcanons like you did for Fyodor (loved them btw!) ? Also with fem s/o please <3

Akutagawa NSFW headcanons with a Fem!s/o

tw: obvious nsfw content, but nothing too kinky (i think)

so confused by his own horniness please. doesn't even acknowledge it at first, but the frustration is slowly getting to him.

like one tiny touch at the right time and the boy will snap

king of pent-up angry fucking sessions. just...fucks away the pain, if i have to put it the emo way

but literally if something or someone upsets him he's gonna find you and push you against the nearest surface and go for a quickie.

he has this wild animalistic look in his eyes and he doesn't even say anything, just asks for silent permission before going absolutely feral

and the coat stays on, he hates being naked and vulnerable and being dressed while he rips away your clothing makes him feel in charge as well

eerily quiet save for a few grunts and a low growl nearing the end

uuff but imagine him taking you from behind with your cheek pressed against the wall and he pants and groans in your ear while he fucks into you--- 🙏🏻

prefers to cum inside because there's less clean-up involved that way

because of his condition he doesn't have much energy and he's already so agressive that he spends himself entirely on the first round

is dominant most of the time because he doesn't feel comfortable being at someone's mercy, it makes him feel weak and he detests weakness

but on some nights he can be swayed, and it's apparent he needs it, the comfort, you taking care of him and showing him he deserves it

he always looks so embarrassed when he's under you, cheeks tinged pink and you barely touched him yet

if you go the soft dom route the boy will literally melt

PRAISE HIM. has one of the biggest praise kinks in existence. tell him he feels good, that he's doing well, that he's the only one capable of making you feel this way

if you lean down to whisper dirty things into his ear while riding him he will grip your hips so hard they'll bruise and start roughly pulling you down onto his cock

has a bit of a possessive streak and loves marking you up, especially right under your jaw where it's hard to cover up

butttt what's best is that he trusts you so much like this, allows you to see his naked body, to hear his grunts turn into moans as he's about to cum and see his expression of pure bliss when he finally does

turns into the biggest cuddle monster after sex and refuses to take a shower. it will take a lot of sneaky kisses to his chest and neck to convince him to come with you

either way he wants to fall asleep in your arms, and also play with his hair please

[tetsuwhore]

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢)

Description: General NSFW headcanons with Atsumu, Sakusa and Akaashi

Warning: um nsfw lol

this horny bastard has a very high sex drive, and he’s always seeking you out to help him. you two are with the team? he’s whispering in your ear, telling you just how seeing you in the short Inarizaki uniform made him feel. you’re in class? he’ll send you multiple texts about how he can’t wait to pin you against a wall

he doesn’t care about being discreet either - he’ll just offer some half assed excuse about how he needed to go search for a new volleyball because the one he was practicing with was deflating (and for some reason, he needed you to help him look). before you know it, he’s got you crying into his neck as he’s fucking you in the gym storage closet

earlier in the relationship, he was definitely more selfish during sex, focusing heavily on his own pleasure and needs. of course, he still made sure you felt good too, but it was more so to stroke his ego

however, as his feelings for you gradually become stronger, he finds himself growing utterly addicted to the feeling of making you feel good. he goes absolutely feral upon hearing you cry out and grip his hair when he’s eating you out or using his fingers on you

Atsumu is definitely one to go for multiple rounds because he’s simply insatiable. when you two have time for longer sessions, you bet he’ll be going again

and again, and again. even if you’re too tired to do much, he’s more than content to be on top and work towards getting you both off. definitely has a thing about you looking up at him all teary-eyed, gasping about how you can’t take anymore (and yet, you beg him to keep going when he pulls away)

he goes really soft if you try to make the sex more intimate - when you’re gently cupping his face while he’s thrusting into you, or gripping his hand when he’s busy eating you out. he’s not a particularly intimate person by nature, but he can’t deny how much he loves those moments 

sex with Sakusa is something that only occurs after you two have gotten quite comfortable in your relationship. setting aside his need for you two to achieve a certain level of emotional intimacy, he knows he’ll have a constant preoccupation with the hygiene aspect of it, and so it’ll have to be with a partner that he can trust to practice thorough hygiene habits

however, he’s still a man who experiences urges like everyone else. so even if there’s no outright sex in the earlier months of your relationship, there’s still a way you two can get off without direct contact - dry humping. after trying it during a particularly heated makeout session where you ended up in his lap, it became a regular thing 

now when you actually begin to have sex, he quickly develops a habit of analyzing your reactions to his touch - the manner in which he does this is almost clinical

at first, he asks you to masturbate in front of him so he can observe how you like being touched. he likely doesn’t have a lot of experience, and he wants to learn what you like. he definitely derives some sort of pleasure from the voyeuristic aspect of it

when he’s using his fingers on you, or thrusting into you, he’ll use the volume of your moans, or your squirms as an indicator to find the right spot to hit. and if that’s not enough to send you into a dizzying orgasm, the intense gaze he has set on your contorted expressions most certainly will

after sex, he’ll make sure to communicate with you and ask if there’s anything you want to try differently. even if there’s nothing wrong, he’ll appreciate praises and verbal affirmations that he’s doing a good job

also, one of his favourites? shower sex. seeing as it’s a way to get you both off while also not having to worry about the cleanliness aspect of it, it kills two birds with one stone. he’s especially fond of using the shower head on you - he’ll hold you against his chest while watching you squirm and whimper at the sensation of the water gushing against your clit

Akaashi very much prefers longer, drawn out sessions over quickies. however, both of you are usually extremely busy, and may sometimes be too tired to indulge properly. so while there are many quickies, Akaashi does his best to make sure you feel just as good as always

random thought - while it may not seem so with his polished outward appearance, i feel like Akaashi is the type of person to have a friends with benefits arrangement. he finds that it’s an effective way to relieve the stress and anxiety he often experiences due to all the responsibilities he carries. plus, he’s emotionally capable enough to avoid catching feelings 

even when it comes to sex, Akaashi is a giver by nature. he’s very into doing whatever’s needed to make you cum as hard as you can. he’s also incredibly perceptive, so he’ll know exactly where to touch, or what speed to go at to turn you into a squirming mess

he’s has a special affinity for using his tongue and fingers to make you come undone because it affords him a level of precision that’s simply not present in penetrative sex

on the other hand, he’s not particularly fond of using orgasm denial on you, though he’ll do it if you ask. he finds himself feeling bad because he knows how much longer it takes women to orgasm, and he feels a tinge of guilt when he denies you after such a lengthy build-up

now, although he loves pleasing you, he’ll fall even harder for you if you insist on sessions which focus solely on his pleasure. Akaashi isn’t very used to the feeling of being taken care of, so he definitely appreciates the hell out of a partner that goes out of the way to unselfishly make him feel good

unlike Atsumu, he’s not one for too many rounds. this in no way means that he’s lacking in stamina - he’s simply satisfied enough with just one or two rounds.

however, Akaashi never leaves anything unfinished, so if you’re not sated yet, he’ll be more than willing to focus on getting you off. sometimes, you may even have sessions that focus heavily on the foreplay aspect rather than penetrative sex itself

[allofthismatters]

Ok so the fact that we know there's a loooong scene with Bishop and Ava (hopefully our Ava and not a random clone Ava)...

It’s giving me visions of a scene like Waverly and Jolene’s scenes at the end of Wynonna Earp 3x05, if you've seen it.

Like I would be positively gutted if we got a scene of Bishop trying to isolate Ava over the course of days and brutally beat down her sense of self worth, mock her for thinking she’s anything more than a clone, mock her love for Sara and tell her Sara wouldn't know the difference if she was replaced, that she’s indebted to him for her very existence, blah blah etc, to the point where she’s on the verge of completely breaking and losing her mind...

But then looks at the ring on her hand and manages to fight her way back to knowing she’s her own person who has a real family and a real life.

She gathers her strength and beats the shit out of him. She's almost completely overpowered him, is struggling to reach for something to defend herself with when he just collapses— Ava looks up to see what got him, and of course it's Sara from the doorway, looking lethal as fuck, because she overheard just enough-- it's one thing to threaten her very capable wife, but if you're making her feel worthless and unloved, you better be ready to be League Sara assassinated.

She throws her weapon aside, goes to Ava and grabs her face, fingers digging into her cheeks too hard because Sara's full of feral protective rage that hasn't worn off yet, and she's practically yelling "Did he hurt you?! Did he hurt you?" at her even if she doesn't mean to because she's f u r i o u s, and she knows how badly this kind of thing has hurt Ava in the past.

Ava's worn out from fighting for her life and her sanity, just leans into Sara's hand and shakes her head. She lets Sara hold her together, closes her eyes and listens to Sara frantically tell her with a shaking voice that she's beautiful and real and that she loves her beyond comprehension.

Sara's blood is boiling. But she hears a choked sob from Ava, and just like that she absolutely dissolves, goes completely soft, pulls Ava to her and kisses every inch of her face she can find, holds her as close as she can, just mumbling comforting things to her. She reaches for Ava's hand and puts it on her chest, puts her own hand on Ava's chest, too.

They know they need to gtfo sooner rather than later, but just take the moment for themselves before they go back to being co-badasses.

[variousqueerthings]

Daniel LaRusso: A Queer Feminine Fairytale Analysis Part 1 of 3

Disclaimers and trigger warnings: 

1. These fairytales are European, although there’s often overlap in themes globally. I know European fairytales better, which is essentially the reason I’m not going to branch out too far. I opted to also stick to Western movies so as not to narrow things down, but also in particular “waves hand towards all of Ghibli” amongst many others. There’s a reason the guys in Ghibli are so gender.

2. TW for discussions of rape culture and rape fantasies

EDIT: FUCK I’M A GOBLIN CHILD! FORGOT TO PUT A MASSIVE MASSIVE THANK YOU TO @mimsyaf​ WHO HAS BEEN THE NICEST, KINDEST EDITOR ON THESE THOUGHTS AND CONTRIBUTED SO MUCH TO THEM AND GENERALLY IS A WONDERFUL PERSON!

Part 2

Part 3

1. Introduction

I recently wrote a little thing, which was about Daniel as a fairytale protagonist – specifically one that goes through some of the kinds of transformations that are often associated with female protagonists of fairytales.

I used quotes from Red Riding Hood, Labyrinth, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and Dracula, which, as an aside – the overlap between fairytales, horror, and fantasy and the ways each of those genres delve into very deep, basic questions of humanity and the world is something that will always make me feral. I will be generally sticking with fairytales though. Also I am very excited about some of those Labyrinth concepts going around!

I’m going to use “feminine” and “masculine” in both gendered (as in relating specifically to people) and non-gendered (as in relating to codes) ways throughout this, depending on context.

To be binary for a moment, because sample-sizes of other genders are low, women are usually able to fall into either feminine or masculine arcs, although sometimes the masculine-coded woman can become a “not like the other girls” stereotype and the feminine-coded woman a shallow cliché – in both cases they’re also under more scrutiny and judgement, so it’s always worth asking “is this character not working for me because of the writing or because I have ingrained biases? (Both?)”

Men don’t often get feminine-coded arcs. Because. Probably a mix of biases and bigotry. But there are some that seem to have slipped beneath the shuttered fence of “Sufficient Narrative Testosterone,” and Daniel LaRusso is one of them.

2. Some Dude Comparisons (Men Doing Manly Action-Hero Things like being trans symbolism and loving your girlfriend… seriously those things are hella manly, I wish we saw more of that onscreen…)

a. Neo

Much like Neo The Matrix, whose journey is filled with transgender subtext and specifically and repeatedly references Alice In Wonderland, Daniel doesn’t go through quite the kind of hero's journey usually associated with Yer Standard Male Hero, especially the type found in the 80s/90s.

Neo is my favourite comparison, because of the purposefulness of his journey as a trans narrative and the use of Alice. But I’m sure there are other non-traditional male heroes out there (but are they trans tho? Please tell me, I want trans action heroes).

Neo “passes” as a socially acceptable man, but online goes by a different name - the name he prefers to be known by - feels like there’s something inherently wrong about the world around him and his body’s place in that society, and then gets taken down the rabbit hole (with his consent, although without really “knowing” what he’s consenting to) to discover that it’s the world that’s wrong - not him. And by accessing this truth he can literally make his body do and become whatever he wants it to.

Yay. (The message of the Matrix is actually that trans people can fly).

Neo is – kind of like Daniel – a strange character for Very Cis Straight Guys to imprint on. He spends most of the first movie unsure about what’s going on, out of his depth, and often getting beaten up. He is compared to Alice several times and at the end he dies. He loses. He has to be woken up with true love’s kiss, in a fun little Sleeping Beauty/Snow White twist. Yes, after that he can fly, but before that he’s getting dead-named and hate-crimed by The Most Obvious Stand-In For Normativity, Agent Smith, and being carried by people far more physically capable than he is (people who also fall outside of normative existence).

Trinity and Neo in The Matrix. The fact that a lot of the time neither of them is gendered is something. Literally brought to life by true love’s kiss.

I’m not about to argue that Daniel LaRusso is purposefully written along these same thought processes, so much as the luck of the way he was written, cast, directed, acted, and costumed all came together in the right way. And this is even more obvious when compared to That Other Underdog Fite Movie That Was By The Same Director as Karate Kid.

b. Rocky

The interesting thing about Rocky is that he is (despite being a male action icon) also not written as a Traditionally Masculine person. Large portions of Rocky – and subsequent Rocky films – are his fear and insecurity about fighting vs his inability to apply his skills to another piece of work and wanting to do right by his girlfriend (and future wife), Adrian. The fighting is most often pushed onto him against his will.

Much like in Karate Kid there is barely any fighting in Rocky I. Most of it is dedicated to how much Rocky loves Adrian and the two of them getting together. The fight is – again like in Karate Kid – a necessary violence, rather than a glorified one (within the plot, obviously watching any movie like this is also partly about the badassness of some element of the violence – whether stamina or the crane kick, it’s all about not backing down against a more powerful opponent).

Rocky is played by Sylvester Stallone. He’s tough, he’s already a fighter (albeit in the movie not a great one yet), he’s taking the fight for cash – so although he’s also soft-spoken and sweet, you’re aware of the fact that he’s got those traits that’d make a male audience go “Hell Yeah, A Man,” or whatever it is a male audience does watching movies like that… cis straight men imprinting on oiled muscle men sure is a strange phenomenon, why do you wanna watch a boxing match? So you can watch toned guys groaning and grappling with each other? Because you want to feel like A Man by allowing yourself to touch the skin of other men?

Apollo and Rocky in Rocky III. This sequence also includes prolonged shots of their crotches as they run. Sylvester Stallone directed this. This was intentional. Bros.

Daniel LaRusso is not built like that. But that doesn’t really have to matter. Being smallish and probably more likely to be described as “pretty” than handsome, and not having a toxic masculine bone in his body does not a feminine archetype make. It just makes a compelling (and pretty) underdog. 

c. Daniel

So where does the main difference really lie? Between Rocky and Daniel? Well, Rocky has the plot in his hands – Daniel, largely, does not. Rocky is acting. Daniel is reacting or being pushed into situations by others. Just like our boy Neo. Just like Alice in Wonderland, Cinderella, Snow White – just like some of the women in some contemporary(ish) fairytale films like Buttercup (Princess Bride), Dorothy (Wizard of Oz), or Sarah (Labyrinth).

This isn’t a necessary negative about stories about girls and women, so much as looking at what it is girls and women in fairytales have/don’t have, what they want, and how they’re going to get it. It’s about power (lack of), sexuality (repressed, then liberated), men, and crossing some taboo lines. It’s also about queerness.

3. The Karate Kid Part One: Leaving Home

Daniel LaRusso is a poor, skinny, shortish kid (played by a skinny, shortish twenty-two-year old) who doesn’t fit in after having been taken away from the home he was familiar with against his will. Not every male protagonist in a fairytale leaves of his own will, and not every female protagonist leaves under duress – Red Riding Hood, for example, seems perfectly happy to enter the forest. However generally a hero is “striking out to make his fortune,” and generally a heroine is fleeing or making a bargain or being married off or waiting for help to arrive. She is often stuck (and even Red Riding Hood requires saving at some point).

Daniel then encounters a beautiful, lovely girl on the beach, puts on a red hoodie (red is significant), is beaten up by a large, attractive bully, loses what little clout he may have had with his new friends, and generally has a mostly miserable time until he befriends and is saved by Mr Miyagi. To do a little Cinderella comparison: Miyagi is the fairy godmother who pushes Daniel to go to the ball in disguise as well, and that disguise falls to pieces as he’s running away.

Then Daniel asks for help, Miyagi gets him enrolled in a Karate Tournament, and starts teaching him. Daniel wins the tournament and gets the girl, the end.

While Daniel has chutzpah and is a wonderful character, none of the big events are initiated by him, except for the initial going to the forest/beach (and within all of these events Daniel absolutely makes choices – I’m not saying he’s passive): Lucille takes them to California, Miyagi pushes him to go to the dance, Miyagi again decides to enroll him in the tournament and trains him, and only because Kreese doesn’t allow for any other option, Ali is the one who more often than not approaches Daniel, and even their first encounter is pushed by Daniel’s friends.

Daniel really is at a dance/ball in disguise and receives a flower from a girl who recognises him through said disguise, it’s unbearable! It’s adorable! I get it Ali, I fucking get it!

Daniel’s main journey within this – apart from not getting killed by karate thugs (love u Johnny <3) and kissing Ali – is to learn from Miyagi. He’s not necessarily a full-on feminine fairytale archetype at this point, although there are fun things to pull out of it, mainly in the context of later films and Cobra Kai: the subtext of karate and how that builds throughout all the stories, the red clothes, the themes of obsession, his being targeted by boys whose masculinity is more than a little bit toxic and based on shame… more on all that coming up.

He doesn’t technically get a home until they build him a room at Miyagi’s place, but he definitely leaves the woods at the end of this one, trophy lifted in the air after being handed to him by a tearful Johnny and all.

And then they made a sequel.

4. The Karate Kid Part Two: Not Out Of The Woods Yet

Daniel’s won the competition, Kreese chokes out Johnny for daring to lose and cry, more life-lessons are given (for man without forgiveness in heart…) and Daniel and Ali break-up off-screen, confirming that TKK1 was not really about the girl after all, which, despite Daniel and Kumiko having wonderful chemistry, is also an ongoing theme. Daniel enters the screen in The Most Baby-Blue Outfit seen since Tiana’s dress in Princess and the Frog? Or that dress in Enchanted? Maybe Cinderella’s (technically silver, but later depicted as blue)? 

(Sidenote: At everyone who says Sam ought to wear a callback to that suit,  you are correct and sexy).

Surprise, Miyagi’s building him a room.

Double-surprise, Miyagi needs to go to Okinawa.

Triple surprise, Daniel reveals he’s going with him, because he’s his son dammit.

The Karate Kid Part Two is maybe the least Daniel-LaRusso-Feminine-Fairytale-Protagonist of the three, because it’s not really his movie. Daniel runs around with Kumiko (aka the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen), continues to be The Best Non-Toxic Boy a middle-aged Okinawan karate master could ask for, lands himself another Built Karate Rival (twice is just a coincidence, right? Right?), and eventually doesn’t die while wearing red again – twice: When Chozen almost strangles him to death at the Miyagi dojo and then during the final fight. The Saving Of The Girl (both the little girl in the storm and Kumiko) actually puts him in a more traditional masculine space than the previous movie did, even if the main theme of the film is about compassion and kindness and by the end, once more the boy whose masculinity is built on rockhard abs and matchsticks is on his knees. Daniel just has that power over big boys. It’s called kick/punch them in the face hard enough that they see stars.

There’s an aside to be made here about how much Daniel really is an observer in other peoples stories in this, although he is the factor that sends both Chozen and Kumiko into completely different directions in life (Chozen and Kumiko main characters when?) Anyway he comes out of it presumably okay, despite being almost killed. Maybe a few therapy sessions and he’ll get over it. Too bad Terry Silver is lurking around the corner…

5. The Karate Kid Part Three: The Big Bad Wolf

Alright people have written Words about the third movie. It’s fascinating. It’s odd. It’s eye-straining. It’s like olives – you’re either fully onboard the madness or it’s too off-putting for you (or you’re like. Eh, don’t see what all the fuss is about either way...). It’s basically a non-consensual secret BDSM relationship between a guy in his thirties (played by a Very Tall twenty-seven year old Thomas Ian Griffith) and a 17/18 year old (played by a shorter twenty-eight year old Ralph Macchio).

Also recently we got more information on Mr. Griffith’s input on the uh… vibes of the film. Apparently it wasn’t just The Sweetness of Ralph Macchio’s face, the screenplay (whatever that amounted to in the first place – release the script!), the soundtrack, the direction to not tone it down under any circumstances, the fact that Macchio categorically refused to play a romance between himself and an actress who was sixteen, no: it was also TIG coming up with fun ways to torture Daniel’s character and suggesting these to the director. Clearly everyone has fun hurting Mr Macchio (including Mr Macchio).

The point is that aaallll of that amounts to that Intense Homoerotic Dubiously-Consented-To D/s subtext that haunts the movie and gives a lot of fun stuff to play with. It’s also a film that – if we’re analysing Daniel along feminine-coded fairytale lines recontextualises his role in this universe.

The Fairytale goes topsy-turvy. Through the looking glass. Enter Big Bad Wolf stage right. Karate is a metaphor for Daniel’s bisexual awakening. 

“Oh, when will an attractive man touch me in ways that aren’t about hurting me?” he asks after two movies of being hurt by boys with rippling muscles. “Why do men continue to notice me only to hit me? Do you think wearing red is making me too noticeable? Anyway, Mr Silver looked really good in his gi today.” 

Daniel’s diary must be a trip.