#u look like a helpless and needy child

[imissthefire]

never have I ever experienced such violent thoughts towards a child as I do to Sanaki, like girl please stop talking and help us or like idk maybe just don't try to stir the pot and get mad when it boils over 😭

[nightcolorz]

How do you feel about Armand aged up on the show? I would've laughed at 30-some year old Assad Zaman playing a 17yo at first, but then would've shrugged and quickly come around it. Just another adult actor playing teen on tv. I understand aging up Claudia, especially due to the complications of having an actual child actor, but tbh aging up Armand so.... explicitly, they might as well have stared at the camera, made me frown. Likely it just had to do with their lack of confidence in Assad as a tv teen (which I don't get, just suspense ur disbelief), but it's still such a bummer and also kinda lame....... I'll say filling those bonus 10 years as a human with even more sexual exploitation for Amadeo was kinda a wild move I respect. You can never have enough Armand whump I guess

it doesn’t really bother me that they aged Armand up bcus I think they make up for it by adding characterization that wasn’t in the books to clarify to the audience that he is emotionally stunted and unable to think as a functional adult would (such as framing the trial in a way that centers Armand’s motivations as being out of child like fear and helplessness and less out of petty revenge, the way they portray his relationship with Louis where he regresses into the submissive needy person he was as a human, stuff like that). It seems to me that despite the change, they are invested in that part of Armand’s character and seem to be committed to doing it justice.

I do miss the tragedy of Armand being a teenager and I think some of the complexity is lost, especially with his dynamic with Claudia, it’s such a missed opportunity since she is literally a teen vampire now too and she has similar trauma to him, it couldve be interesting if they mirrored Armand with Claudia and added complexity to why he killed her. But I do think they make up for aging him up by adding to the tragedy by retaining how Armand is stunted in his growth, but specifically bcus (as u said lol) the way he was abused was almost a lot more intense in a lot of was and caused him to continue to have his “teen” role as a thirty yr old man 😭. It makes his immaturity almost more upsetting to witness.

but that being said, I completely agree with ur complaints about how they could’ve easily had Assad zaman playing a teen character 😭. Like most 30 yr olds wouldn’t be able to pull it off, but I think Assad (especially in s1) could definitely pass as someone eternally young and vulnerable looking in tv logic. I honestly think he could pass more for a 17 yr old than either actresses who play Claudia could pass for 14 😭 so I don’t rlly understand why they decided to age him up. But I can’t rlly complain, I like how they r portraying the complexities of Armand’s character so far and am very happy with how they’re adapting his backstory.

thank u for the ask!

[zekesexual]

nsfw alphabet with zeke? yes.

nsfw under the cut!!

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

pulls you into a hug and peppers you with kisses

you try to get him to clean you up and he’s a bitch about it (but ofc does it anyways)

also tries to make casual conversation with you as if he didn’t just blow your back out

b = bodypart (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part of his is probably his arms. he just likes how strong he is

one time you caught him flexing by himself in the mirror but never once brought it up in front of him

his favorite body part of yours are your thighs. he just loves how soft they are

c = cum (anything to do with cum basically)

he likes to cum either inside you or on your thighs

always asks before he cums isnide of you

doesn’t really cum that much? like it’s an average amount

d = dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

had a wet dream about you when you guys first started talking

it pops into his mind briefly whenever he thinks about you and he’s gotten off to it so many times

e = experience (how experienced are they?)

zeke gets around a lot so he has plenty experience

doesn’t pressure you though! he’s very good at sensing when people are/aren’t comfortable

f = favorite position

mating press

he looooves watching how your face changes when he hits the right spots inside you

also loves cowgirl for the same reason

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

zeke being the witty bastard that he is will definitley crack a few jokes while y’all are fucking

and literally at the worst moments too like when you’re about to cum

or when you’re sucking him off he’ll ask the most douchebag questions ever like “how does it taste princess?” and u can’t answer cuz his cock is halfway down your throat

h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

definitley messy and unkempt down there

he just doesn’t shave a lot

only does he it when he feels like its getting out of control

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

not really that romantic most of the time

but he is when he needs to be

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

doesn’t really jack off a lot

if you’re not around then he can supress his neediness for long enough

if not he just gets off by himself

likes to jack off in the shower

probably has some photos saved of you that he uses to get off

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

definitely big on ddlg

but less of the “lg” aspect

doesn’t want you to act like a child but also will baby you and call you princess

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

mostly in the bedroom, he’s not that big on public sex

the most he’ll do with you in public is finger you

but is never horny enough to have full on sex in public

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

will instantly get hard if you sit on his lap

also drives him crazy when you call him daddy without him having to tell you to

he’ll try so hard to not make it obvious when he’s turned on but u can always tell

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

not really a fan of anal, just doesn’t feel right to him

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

zeke is a god at eating you out

he’ll have your legs shaking as soon as he gets his hands on you

he’ll stimulate your g-spot and your clit at the same time and have you orgasm in no time

but he prefers to receive rather than give tbh

he’s just a lazy ass mf tbh and eating u out is a lot of work

r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

totally! as long as it doesn’t make you uncomfortable

likes to experiment with with bondage a lot

loves how helpless you look when he ties your hands up (and will totally tease you about it)

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

cannot go for multiple rounds

once he cums he’s knocked out like a baby in no time lol

t = toy (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

doesn’t own any of his own but will definitley use some of your toys on you

likes to have a vibrator on your clit while he’s fucking you

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

likes to tease you A LOT

especially if you’re being bratty

“i won’t give you what you want unless you act like a good girl”

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

mostly grunts and he’s not very loud at all

also curses a lot

will sometimes be quiet so he can hear your moans

w = wild card (random sex headcanon)

likes it when you leave hickeys on him

also likes it when you take off your clothes/get changed in front of him

he’ll watch your naked body with the stupidest smile on his face

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

6 inches

very girthy and a lot of veins

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive)

pretty normal

but if you leave him deprived for like a week he starts getting needy

z = zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards)

he will try his best to stay awake and talk to you

but he’s out like a light in 10 minutes tops

will try to make conversation for as long as he can though, sometimes he falls asleep mid sentence

[slasherwife]

Could I request some slashers with a s/o who is sick( coughing, sneezing, headaches, ect.) but refuses to rest and eat?

Slashers with a sick!s/o

y/n is uwu sick today 🥺💘 thank u for the ask sorry it took so long :33

Thomas Hewitt

it’s a softly warm day, almost perfect to go out and feel the sunshine soak your skin in warm, fluttery good feelings— but you somehow caught a cold in this early spring.

you were almost afraid to tell tommy because he worries about you enough. you remembered just last week you hit your hip on the corner of the table, and tommy buried his face in the crook of your neck while rubbing the sting out of your hip, whining.

but sick???? 100% takes the day off to give his sweet baby all the sweet tea and cuddles.

he presses butterfly kisses to your face while you both laze in bed, not caring for your squeaky sniffles or coughs. he carries you to the bathroom too and waits outside for you (cuz luda mae raised a gentlemen UWU)

that was actually one of the most relaxing days of his life. wasn’t too hot at all, the window he kept open for fresh air, a cool breeze flowed through the curtains and tommy’s warm touch softened your heart.

he gets really upset when you refuse to rest, he’ll angrily tap you when he finds you doing dishes/cleaning out of bed, and point upstairs to make you go back to bed xD

he WILL resort to picking you up and carrying you to bed. he is a definite mother hen and it’s not like you could overpower him, so best do what he says :3

it hurts his heart when you won’t eat, and it makes him feel useless. he tries to get luda to make you eat, hoping you’ll get your appetite back

when in bed, u both dozed in and out of sleep and even though your cold didn’t fade quickly, being with tommy made it all the better

jason vorhees

now this was during a cold, wintry rainy day. you couldn’t seem to keep your toes warm in your and Jason’s bed, and on top of that, you were congested and your head was spinning.

jason was already aware of your sickness before you even awoke, and being the observant man he is, went out to collect more firewood to keep the cabin warm.

you awoke to a dark room with rain thundering outside, and a 7’1 burly man trudged through the door.

“jason?” you called, but he didn’t answer, instead loading the heater with fresh wood and closing the door on the expanding fire.

he then spent the rest of the night with you hiding in the crook of his arm, sleeping with blankets and soft pillows, a warm flush staining your cheeks cuddled in warm flesh.

at one point he even brushed his fingertips along your hairline, reveling in the feeling of your soft, warm skin.

when you decide that you don’t need rest, jason will 100% disagree with you. it isn’t his first time dealing with colds himself, so he takes on mother role like tommy, and reminds you to rest in his own way.

he won’t be so bold as tommy per se, but but he’ll gently sign to you that you need to rest more than once.

if you continue to do as you wish, he’ll generally leave you alone though :3

it’s a no no if you don’t eat. he’s much stricter than thomas on this. he will sit there in front of you until you’ve eaten breakfast/lunch/dinner, every last morsel. he won’t let you leave if you don’t ❤️

michael myers

blank stare, sheepishly gives you some advil, otherwise he doesn’t know how to care for illnesses like tommy and jason do.

he’ll generally leave you alone, feeling like you need space to recharge your health or smth xD

if you require snuggly cuddles, he’ll oblige you by letting you, in your burrito blanket, to wiggle into his burly arms and curl yourself on his chest in bed or on the couch

he doesn’t really care if he gets sick, tbh he’s so tolerant to pain and discomfort he probably wouldn’t even notice he’s sick

you’ll have to ask him to get you something, he’ll usually do it but if you weren’t sick he’d look you dead in the eye and do nothing

so this is michael’s special treatment :DD

if you decide to work even while you are obviously sick, michael will just think you’re better and will treat you like normal.

but if it’s TOO obvious, he’ll give you an incredulous look while your doing something, but won’t do anything to stop you

it’s the same with jason and tommy if you don’t eat— he will pull you into his lap anywhere and hand feed you. if you seriously refuse, he’ll feel helpless and do nothing, letting you fall slack against his chest as he holds you

bo sinclair

uh ohhh a germaphobee

he cares about you a lot but he’ll do it from a distance :D

he’ll throw a bottle of water at you and a box of tissues, then leave.

it’s definitely not as if he doesn’t care about you, but he just doesn’t want to get sick. he misses touching you all over and in fact he wouldn’t mind wearing a face mask while he cuddles with you

he’s over dramatic over nothing though tbh.

you both end up snuggling together on a pullout bed in front of the TV screen, watching sports late at night uwu

when he finds you working even when you promised him you would rest, he gets rlly mad.

he’ll scold you since he’s “always right”, in the middle of your doing dishes. he’d spew out that you’re killing yourself and that being a stubborn brat isn’t going to help you.

if u snap back that you’re fine, he’ll snarl back at you, probably turning into an argument that sadly doesn’t end in sex because you’re sick

but if when you decide to retire to bed after his stubborn self discouraged you from overworking yourself,

he’ll stroke your head softly even while you’ve been out for a while, absentmindedly with his face lit up blue by the tv.

if you refuse to eat, he’ll try to explain logically why that’s bullshit and you need to eat, becoming frustrated when you still refuse. towards the end he will try to coax you softly and gently, doing his best to take care of you

he ends up being sick himself, bitching about how you were needy for him so much that you got him sick.

but now he hogs you to himself in bed, not letting you leave him for anything since this is technically “ur fault”. ????

brahms

he knows what’s going on too before you realize it. it’s because he stares at you while you sleep cuz he’s lonely when he’s missing even one ounce of attention from you

he kind of ignores the fact that you’re sick at all and just snuggles into you when you wake up because you’re so beautiful y/n are you even real? 🥺

you don’t even get out of bed because Brahms is all over you, nuzzling you and possibly getting a little suggestive cuz he horny af —

but he pouts when you finally pull away from him, telling him everything you have to do and he probably then brings up that you’re sick and you have to stay w him in his cute little child voice to coax you

he only becomes concerned when you tell him that you’re fine, when you’re clearly congested and hot, frequently coughing.

he’ll cling to you, nagging you to come back to bed with him, pretending to cry when you refuse him

if that doesn’t catch your attention, he’ll be genuinely offended and give you the silent treatment.

he only retreats back to you when he finds you’ve refused to eat, getting sicker whenever you do. he has no idea what to do, and wishes he does. he’ll leave you pb and j’s at your door while still distancing himself cuz he is still technically mad at u ❤️

just go back to bed with him 🥺

[slafkovskys]

if canada requests are still open, for bowen, if he moved into the apartment next door in co and is so helpless he constantly comes over to ask for help and u develop a cute touchy friendship that’s always close to crossing the line until you finally do

warnings: i think like one f-word

word count: 964

are you busy right now?

at ten pm on a wednesday? can’t say i am

come with me to do my laundry

you roll your eyes at his text message. you press pause on your remote as the text bubble pops again: please

bowen. no.

he reads it instantly and given his lack of a response, you assume that he had given up. however, based on the sound of a key turning in the lock of your front door and the familiar footsteps before his blonde head pokes in your door, you learn that he hasn’t, “bowen, yes.”

“i don’t want to,” you pout, rolling onto your side. he wanders inside and throws himself down onto your bed. “please don’t make me.”

“i’m making you,” he pouts back at you and you shove his head. “ow! i’m already out on injury and there will be a lot of angry people if i’m out any longer.”

“i’m literally counting down the days until you're cleared,” you huff and he smiles. he watches you with raised eyebrows and you groan, holding up your hand for him to pull you up, “help.”

“you’re so needy,” he complains, pulling you out of your bed anyway.

“i’m needy? you didn’t even know how to do laundry when you first moved in and i have cooked essentially every meal that you’ve eaten since you were called up,” you roll your eyes as you slip your feet into your slippers. you grab the black jacket that hung off of your closet door and slipped that on as well to somewhat cover your mismatched t-shirt and shorts pajama set, “but i’m fucking needy. that’s right.”

“i’m sorry,” he pokes at your side and you grab onto his hand, holding it away from you. “am i not allowed to touch you now?”

“not after you called me needy, no,” you shake your head and walk of your apartment, not bothering to help him with the basket he’d deposited onto your couch as he passed by. “and make sure you have enough change to buy me some chips from the vending machine.”

“you’re only furthering my point, y/n,” he sings as he follows you into the elevator. you glare at him as you reach out to press the button to take you to the floor that the laundry room was on.

even though there was plenty of room for the two of you to be spaced out in the otherwise empty elevator, an unspoken decision had been made that you had to be directly beside each other. you could feel the fabric of his sweatpants on your bare leg as he shifted and you lean into him unconsciously.

the doors slide open and the two of you exit and even as you make your way down the hallway, you're as close as you could get. you hold the door open for him and while he busies himself setting his basket down, you hop onto the counter, swinging your legs back and forth.

he drops his first load in and looks at you, “what kind do you want?”

“sour cream and onion please,” you send an exaggerated grin his way as he walks towards the vending machine. he hands them over when you make granny hands like a small child would, “you’re the best bowey.”

“don’t call me that,” he hops up beside you on the counter and hooks his hand over your knee, pulling it over one of his legs. you go without resistance, goosebumps popping up over your skin as his fingers trace the skin. “are you cold?”

“no,” you swallow and hold out a chip for him to take as a distraction. he takes the chip from between your fingers and makes a face as he swallows, “not good?”

“horrible,” he shakes his head and you slip into silence then. he starts drawing pictures on your leg, you mumbling the answer and getting it right almost every time. he draws a line and then hooks it sharply to the left, “i’m going to get you into a game soon.”

“what are you gonna do? pretend i’m your girlfriend?” you let out a snort and his hand freezes. you look at him to him staring down at your hot pink-colored slippers, “aren’t only, like, family and partners allowed in?”

“well, yeah, but-” he mutters something after the ‘but’ which you couldn’t make out. you reach out your hand and place it on top of his, a silent way of asking him to repeat himself, “i don’t want to have to pretend.”

“are you-”

“kinda?” he avoids your eyes until you put a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at you. your hand grabs onto his jaw gently and you pull his face forward, “do you-”

“just kiss me, bo,” and he does.

his lips are soft as they press against yours. he’s gentle, testing the waters as he slowly slides his hand up until it rests on your hip and he pulls you closer. you pull away when you need a breath, placing your hand on his chest and grinning, “you like me, huh?”

“took you almost two months to notice,” his face flushes when you press a kiss to his jaw. “i’m serious, if i’m going to say you’re my girlfriend, i don’t want to be pretending.”

“what are you trying to say?”

“do you want to be my girlfriend?” his fingers tangle with yours as you let him pull your hand away from his face. you lean forward and press your lips to his lieu of an answer.

“but we’re not counting junk food in the laundry room of our apartment complex as our first date.”

“i’ve been taking you on dates for months, you just haven't realized.”

[babykatsu]

Star Gazing.

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pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

word count: 2k

rating: mature 🌧

genre: fluff, lil smutty(?)

warnings: kissing, suggestive, indications of sex, sexual touches, for the most part, it’s just fluff 🤧

masterlist!

synopsis: Somehow you managed to drag your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, into coming to stargaze with you. How? Quite simply, he could never say no to you. So when you brought up this very cliche date idea, as much as he wanted to refuse and decline, he couldn’t.

The navy sky above was drizzled in glistening pearly stars, arranged in different patterns and shapes. Every one of those gleaming orbs having their own meanings in the vast universe that was beyond your reach. You felt so meaningless when the sheer size of your surroundings began to sink in. Your surroundings were black, the night's trail engulfing you. The only light present was soft, just barely illuminated the atmosphere. It’s source was the moon, shining gently through the pitch void that absorbed your two bodies. The two bodies that lay comfortably on the grass below. You rested your head on Bakugous chest. Every thump of his heart was audible, the way it calmly chimed in a steady rhythm. It made this whole moment worthwhile.

As much as Bakugou didn’t want to admit it, he was enjoying himself. The way you felt so warm under his grasp, the way you would shudder ever so slightly when he rubbed his warm fingers against your chilled skin, even the thoughtless rambling that flowed out of your dreary mouth. It was all so soothing to him. All his brain could think about was how lucky he was to have someone like you.

He never felt like he could have something so special in his life, never a priority or thought that crossed his mind. But when you showed up, you softened him up in a way he never thought he could. All the touches he never wanted to receive, all the presents, all the sappy dates. Suddenly, he wanted them all. But he didn’t want these things from just anyone. He wanted to share these moments with you and you only.

To say he was in love was an understatement. He loved you way more than words could describe, that’s maybe why he rarely used them. You didn’t mind however, it made his rare vocal affection all the more special in your opinion. He may lack in that aspect, but he damn well knew how to spoil you in his physical gratification.

Bakugou didn’t want to give in and say he enjoyed this moment, he didn’t really want to speak either but this moment just felt so right. It felt so right to give in to his rare desire to vocally praise you as he put his pride aside.

“I love you”

His words streamed out his mouth smoothly like it was second nature to him. It came as a surprise at how normal his words sounded, especially when he used them so infrequently. As dramatic as it was, he didn’t just throw that phrase around. That’s what made stuff like this so meaningful.

You felt your face slowly warm-up until you knew for sure it had a red glint to it. A sudden swarm of butterflies paraded in your stomach and a smile grew across your face. Like a child who just received a sweet, you felt an overwhelming amount of joy flood your system, so much so you could just barely speak. Stumbling for words, you felt them bottle up at the back of your throat.

“you don’t have to say it back, dumbass”

A low raspy laugh escaped his lips, only adding to your embarrassed state. He really made you a mess with just three simple words, but that’s the dominance he held over you, and he loved every god damn second of it. He knew exactly how flustered you got as something like that. Especially when he rarely lets you hear his gratitude.

Slowly, he trailed his warm fingertips up your arm, leaving goosebumps to prick up along the attend areas. His touch felt so soft yet it had a teasing aura to it, like he knew what he was doing. And he sure did.

He knew exactly what he was doing actually. From the words that spilled out his mouth to the carefully planned touches. He was no idiot, of course, he would strategically plot this. You might as well call this your karma for giving him no choice into part taking in this silly date.

This was going to be one hell of a night for sure. You couldn’t help but wonder what treat you were in for tonight, what was he plotting?

Though you kept pondering, thoughts looming around your brain as your body melted on top of his, the gentle touches continued. And as they did, they had found there way to your jaw. The warm pads of his fingers crept up your face, it’s sudden warmth shooting a chill to crawl all over your body. His tender fingers lifted your face, an overload of emotion causing your breath to hitch and mouth to go dry.

It was so weird how even after all these years of being together, he made every interaction between you two feel like the first time. His touch never got old and your body always seemed to fall apart whenever he did so much so as to look your way with that love-filled gaze in his eyes. And once again in this very moment, your body was erupting in all sorts of ways as he literally just caressed your face.

“fuck, I wanna kiss you so bad right now”

He admitted as his eyes darkened, glazed with a shadowy glint. At this point, you felt yourself fully weaken at his words and gestures. His touches were too overwhelming and his words were sending you to cloud 9. Just simply looking at him at this moment. The way a shy light brightened his handsome features, accentuating his vermilion gaze. It was all too much to take in all at once.

“nothing’s stopping you”

You somehow managed to choke those words out, though they seemed to coil up at the tip of your tongue, resulting in it coming out as just barely a whisper.

“Wouldn’t want to make a mess out of you, princess”

He knew fully well that you were in fact already a mess, you were speechless, your nerves all over the place, and most of all your body felt hot all over. That cheeky piece of shit.

“oh wait. you already are”

his hot breath trickled down your neck as he came closer to your ear, whispering his teases. Your body tensed as you felt yourself quiver, his comments making you feel so helpless it was starting to get humiliating. In false annoyance, you pouted your plump lips, returning your focus to the night sky above.

That mischievous grin that had itself so comfortable placed on bakugous face, only grew wider as he watched you behave so childishly. He knew you weren’t mad at all, just being your usual childlike self.

Bakugou didn’t just enjoy this sappy date, he fucking loved it. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for this much satisfaction, and his laughter and jokey laid back nature proved it. You’ve never seen him so chill.

A sudden warm yet wet feeling made itself present on the delicate skin of your neck. A kiss. An overabundance of fluttery pecks peppered your neck, resulting in your eyes to widen and fingers to curl into the soft cotton fabric of bakugous shirt. As he showered your neck in his innocent praise, you finally gained just an ounce of the affection you were seeking so hard just a few seconds ago. You felt your body heat up again. Once more you felt the flutters fly throughout your body as you clung onto bakugous frame. It wasn’t just because you were so flustered at his touches anymore, but because it began to deepen.

The friendly pecks soon turned to passionate kisses. As his tongue trailed down from the bottom of your neck to your ear lobe, he nibbled and sucked in all the right spots, resulting in the echoing of a gentle moan coming from you. The way your boyfriend's lips curled up was evident as you felt, his lips brushing against you.

“if you want more, just use that pretty voice of yours and tell me”

He smirked against your skin and by now you were more than just flustering at his actions, you were beyond that. Every movement made you melt and you wanted more. Way more.

“p-please, kats-u”

Your voice trailed off to bliss as you hummed his name. His praises didn’t stop, not even for a second as his warm drenched tongue ran laps across your sensitive skin. He sucked harshly, but not enough to hurt you, yet enough to cause you pure pleasure. Wincing a whining as he left his mark on your neck.

Something about this little innocent date was suddenly taking a... mature turn.

Your slender fingers scrunched into a fist as tender gasps slipped out your mouth, music to bakugous ears. Carefully, he traced his lips along your delicate face, until they hovered over your needy lips, yearning to be kissed and attended.

“you’re so god damn beautiful like this, babygirl”

He spoke in a hushed tone, deep and husky before he finally connected his smooth saturated lips to yours. They felt amazing. The way his lips wrapped around your own, his warmth exciting you to every degree. Swiftly, he tugged at your bottom lip, trailing his damp tongue across it before eagerly slipping it into your own mouth. The heated muscle rubbed and explored every inch, circling your tongue and sloppily slipping in and out of your mouth. Each time when your lips came to meet again, the kiss deepening in a passion.

But it wasn’t just his mouth doing wonders, making your heart race and loudly beat against your chest. His callous hands did equally as much of the work, not hesitating to trail, grip and caress every curve and inch of you. That familiar buzz shooting through your veins, feeling yourself getting more and more hungry for his touch as the thought of all the things you want him to do to you clouded your brain.

His hands crawled down your spine, edging closer to all the more sensitive areas of your body. Breathlessly panting between each kiss you and bakugou shared, you suddenly felt his warm hand squeeze your ass causing a squeal to erupt from you.

“someone’s excited”

He broke the kiss, his mischievous glare taunting you as his iconic smirk appeared once more.

“let’s take this somewhere else but i wouldn’t mind fucking you under the stars either, baby”

The seductive tone that was laced in his voice made you weak at the knees. Maybe his idea didn’t sound so bad.

“Please do, katsuki”

And with that, he resumed his touches, hands wondering to your weakest spots.

This was going to be one hell of a night...

[euphoricethan]

NSFW Alphabet - E.D

Warnings: top!ethan, major misogyny, mentions of pegging, daddy & mommy kink, overstimulation, bondage, cum denial, and threesomes.

A/n: i’m so sorry ethan is so misogynistic and the biggest asshole ever it’s the only way i see him i can’t help it. anyway hope u like it i guess omg 😛

A - aftercare

For the most part, Ethan’s after care is mainly a rag or tissue; whichever he see’s first. You usually shower alone after because he can’t be too bothered. Sometimes he’ll join you only if he wants to go another round.

B - body part (of his and your’s)

He’s genuinely obsessed with his thighs and loves seeing you ride them. He watches as your own swallow away his dark inked tattoos and how your face shifts due to the pleasure. And that being said, there isn’t anything more he loves than your pussy. He thinks to himself often how it was formed for him, but that’s the ego speaking.

C - cum (where they like to)

Most times he pulls out just to cum on your back or simply wherever he may please, but sometimes, sometimes he likes to pull you to your knees or face-on with his dick to finish on your bright red cheeks.

D - dirty secret (one they have)

He absolutely loves the idea of you taking control —of him mostly— and just being under your rule of thumb & follow every order you demand. The most it has gone when he tells you to ride on his dick, and although he wishes for you to do more, his massive, inflamed ego gets in the way and he can never get a word out. secretly SECRETLY wishes to be pegged or at least to try a plug.

E - experienced (how much they are)

He gives off— hm, very much, fuck-boy energy and has had his dick in any girl he wants... but in reality he just does what he sees and likes. No original thoughts behind those dead looking eyes.

F - favorite position

Cowgirl. He loves being able to grab handfuls of your tits while he watches you bounce on the edge of his cock. Sometimes you do this to somewhat fuck with him. He likes it a lot.

G - goofy (serious in the moment)

Sometimes you tend to forget that there’s multiple sides to him. For the most part during sex, he tends to be pretty serious. He can get really into it and will even slightly degrade you if he feels confident enough. Other times, he looses his mind in the middle of eating you out and will just break out into a fit of laughter.

H - hair (how well groomed)

He usually never trims if he doesn’t have to. He hates being fully groomed. Ethan said it makes him. “Look like those hairless cats.” You don’t fancy it either.

I - intimacy (in the moment *romantic*)

Unfortunately it’s usually never. Like ever. He feels like he doesn’t have to care unless he wants to. Which usually doesn’t last long.

J - jack off (how often)

All. The. Time. Even if he isn’t fully jerking his dick, he always, always, ALWAYS, has his hands in his pants. Rather if he’s bored in the kitchen looking for food, watching TV in the living room, in the car, in the STORE, he has an attachment to his dick and can never stop thinking about the next time you’ll swallow yourself around him.

K - kink (what are they)

Definitely has a Daddy kink, slight bondage— handcuffs and possibly a rope or two, he loves, loves, loves watching you move and squirm all over with either a toy or just his hand while he watches you cum on him. He gets proud when he makes you finish, especially if it’s hard and heavy. Overstimulation is his biggest one yes. Sometimes he has to bite his lip to stop the “Yes, Mommy,” to come out.

L - location (favorite place)

Ethan is just simply obsessed with showing you off as a trophy (mostly because of the misogyny that he sadly suffers from) and as your property. So anywhere, anytime he can touch you or even fuck you, he will.

M - motivation (gets them going)

Ethan absolutely loves taking a long HARD look at you from the kitchen table with his fidgety hands behind his computer screen while you put the dishes away or make food for yourself— sometimes him alone. It’s what usually gets him hard. He also has a tendency to stare at you from places where you can’t see him. He likes the way that you have no idea he’s watching... and only sometimes he feels guilty about it.

N - no (something they wouldn’t do)

No threesomes or other parties involved. He doesn’t like to share you since he has the mentality that you’re his property. And if somehow the scenario came to life, he’d have the outsiders watch him rail into you with you helpless to show off what’s his. He’d went above and beyond to make you squirt to further prove this.

O - oral (giving or receiving)

Giving. Except for the last paragraph I suppose. He doesn’t see the need.

P - pace (rough, fast, slow?)

He’s fast and hard. He doesn’t have time to be slow and passionate. It’s not in his best interest honestly.

Q - quickies (opinion on them)

If Ethan’s hard and you’re around & horny, it’s usually what he expects. If not, he settles for his hand or the pocket pussy you bought for him on Valentine’s day.

R - risks (willing to make/try)

Ethan’s definitely willing to get caught in public of even by the police, it pumps his blood like a boner on shrooms. Or so, that’s at least what he says.

S - stamina (how many rounds)

He’s usually out by the first, but if he feels like he’s got more in him (aka more in you) then he’ll go for at least two more rounds... but he will make you ride him and watch as you bounce on him with nearly nothing left in you besides him.

T - toys (own any/use them on u)

Once in a while, Ethan will do something he thinks is extreme and tie your hands & feet up to the posts (with help of an extra long rope) and punish your clit with the toys you’ve bought for yourself over the months. It gives him the ultimate high seeing you helpless and and even greater high wishing it was him.

U - unfair (do they like to tease)

Yes. Yes he does. The phrase, “Oh come on now, do you really think a stupid slut like you deserves my cock...” has come out of his mouth, and the same way you get even more wet every time... it’s no wonder why you’re his favorite cunt.

V - volume (how loud they are)

He’s loud and proud. He will scream, screech, cry even. You were meant for him and your perfect little holes.

W - wild card (blurb)

As you arched your back slightly against the back of the door, you felt Ethans large hands travel up to slide the hooks undone of your bra.

It sat there awkwardly for a moment, before he broke free of the kiss and lifted your shirt above your head to reveal your perfect tits.

A low groan came from within him, and you looked down slightly to watch as he grew bigger in his jeans.

“So pretty for me,” he breathed out before quickly lifting you up against the door with your legs wrapped around his waist.

His kisses grew more needy, and sloppier too since the ones on your neck were breathy and quick with desire.

So Ethan moved you from the door to the hotel bed that was perfectly made and about to be ruined.

Full with force, Ethan had you pressed firmly against the tough mattress with longer kisses that trailed from your neck to your nipples as he gently took a handful of the left and a mouthful of the right.

“Mm, wanna fuck your little holes mm.” Ethans muffled voice shot to your core, and you watched as he unbuttoned your jean shorts, only to stop before zipping them completely.

“What? You have something to say princess?” he hummed, slightly tilting his head like a curious little puppy.

You took a moment to take a quick breath, and the words were leaving your mouth before being able to comprehend what you had told him.

“Yeah, wanna top you.” you spoke, and by the look on his face, he just laughed and tugged at your shorts.

“Stupid slut like you, you don’t even know how,”

You were sitting up now, only in your underwear, and a stern look on your face that made him just look at you blankly.

“You’re serious?”

You hummed in response, and he sat on his knees while he picked his nails.

“Fine. Get over here then and show Daddy how it’s done. Let’s see if you can do it.”

Your blood started to pump quickly and to all the wrong places as you heard the words come from his mouth with a smirk.

And with that, you reached up to cup his cheeks and whispered “On your knees, please.” as Ethans eyebrows dropped and the smirk was quickly wiped away.

You watched him gulp hard and his adam’s apple bob while the smile formed on your face.

This is gonna be fun.

X - x-ray (what’s under the clothes)

Ethan is big. And sometimes it’s honestly annoying how much cock he has on him even though he doesn’t deserve it. But he puts it to good work at least so.

Y - yearning (sex drive)

It’s through the roof and nearly touches the heavens gate. And he gets SO god-damn needy for you, for your pussy. It’s like he’s a child who needs a nap.

Z - zzz (how fast do they fall asleep after)

Usually Ethan surprisingly likes to cuddle up and run his fingers through your hair until you either get up or he gets another boner thinking about how your tits were in his face. He falls asleep faster if you run your fingers through his.

[flower-of-the-desert]

Thoughts on Why R U ep12

I’m so confused now about which episode is supposed to be the official ending of the show cause I thought ep12 was it and the next episodes would extra content that might or might not have anything to do with the actual story of the show so far but now it looks like the story continues next week soooo is ep13 the last one?

Before I get into it though I want to talk about that scene. I deliberately didnt say anything about it the entire week despite teasers and whatnot because I didnt want to jump to conclusions and I wanted to judge only what I see on screen as part of the actual show. I’ve talked a little a lot cough about what I’d like to see from it with @graveformydarling​  and I have to say I’m beyond pleased to see that it went pretty much how we imagined it (minus a whole lot of desperate needy angst sex but apparently that’s for next ep  and it’s not even gonna be agsty? so double yay to all of that). Fighter drunk and jealous wants to remind Tutor of what they’ve shared and at first Tutor tries to resist but you can see the moment after the first kiss on the bed when he gets that look on his face that says I will eat this man alive in the next 2mins if someone doesnt stop me and kisses back and Fighter thinks things are ok now so he continues till Tutor snaps himself out of it and blows colder than Antarctica on Fighter who promptly breaks down and takes my heart with him.

So yeah, I dont have a problem with the way things played out and I think it was perfectly in character for both of them given the situation. Which is always a plus when you can create drama without making characters OOC.

Now onto the rest of the show!

listening to Fighter beg Tutor to tell him what he did wrong so he can change it is already hard enough but the way his voice BREAKS both in the scene with Tutor later and with his father is just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Tutor can be one cold-hearted bastard when he wants to be though like I’m not even surprised Fighter lost his shit after that

now can Tutor use that lovely skill against the people who actually deserve it pretty please???

I really like the acting after Fighter leaves like the way Tutor hits the bed and hugs himself like he’s freezing - it gives the feeling of the rage and helplessness he must be feeling at having to do all that

also I fucking knew that when Tutor gave the necklace back it would hurt like a bitch and you know what? I was right

listen, show, I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not gonna work - naked!Fighter in the shower isnt gonna distract me from the pai-

mmm, naked!Fighter in the shower niiiiice

what was I talking about? right, things! and stuff. totally unrelated to naked!Fighter in the shower

I guess Dew and Blue are friends now? at least this Dew is much better than the needlessly violent one from the start of the show; you know I could be interested in this love triangle between them and this other guy whose name I dont remember if we get to see more of them in the special eps?

noooo, Zon, dont go to the beach, look what happened to FTTT after they went

I mean besides the amazing sex

but LOL Zon daydreaming about his romantic sexy vacation with Saifah in fukl animated colour is awesome; I wish my dreams were like that

also I firmly believe Saifah and Zon set up FTTT to stay together at the beach and you cant convince me otherwise

Tutor’s literally getting sick without Fighter like boy, just go get your man back before you die

oh god the way Fighter takes care of him is so GENTLE AND CAREFUL like he’s scared Tutor will break I cant

I’m in love with the confrontation scene between him and Asshole Dad like the way he called him out on all of his bullshit and that he only cares for his own interests and business and how selfish he is being with his own son’s life

“Homosexual love isnt steady” “And are you sure your heterosexual love is steady? My mom left you for another man”

MIC FUCKING DROP OF THE CENTURY HOLY SHIT

it broke my heart the way Fighter begged him to allow him to be happy and to have his own life under his control

god, no child should ahve to beg their parents like that

I hope Asshole Dad doesnt get any sort of redeption though I’m pretty sure he will next ep

Zon out there giving the best advice “we right our own novel” “you can stand up and fight better than this” and you know what? I NEED that to happen next ep

I NEED Tutor to finally stand up and fight for his love the way Fighter has been doing non stop; that’s the only thing I feel like is missing right now; these past couple of eps has been all about Tutor’s struggles and feelings of weaknes and helplessness and the people who love him trying to support him and help him fight back and I NEED HIM TO DO THAT FINALLY FOR HIMSELF AND FOR FIGHTER PLEASE @SHOW???

also you’re still not off the hook for that happy ending, WHYRU; there BETTER be one next ep

[yanderewhims]

Hello! Can you do some nsfw hcs for yandere! hakubaby, sin, and Judar who's fem 'lovers' tried to escape them?

I’m terribly sorry, but these headcanons got quite long so I had to cut sin out! However, I will do him as well in a seperate post (So I owe you guys kouen, sin, and yun!)

tw: yandere, NSFW-bloodplay, violence, abuse, somewhat dubcon

Yandere!Hakuryuu

The young emperor is definitely displeased when he finds his lover had escaped,but he is not too surprised– after all, this wasn’t the first time this has occurred.He does wonder how she had managed to break the chains this time, but it was no matter. He’ll just be sure to retort to a more…effective method of restraint.

It wasn’t long until Hakuryuu found her running through the dark forests of Rakushou- clothes tattered and dirty, cuts littered on her body, and hair a hot mess- his poor S/O looked exhausted. He almost feels bad for what he was gonna do to her later…almost. But if her wrongdoings went without punishment, then how would she learn not to disobey him?

With Zagan’s vines, he creates a prison that prevents her from running any further, and she weakly falls to her knees when he arrives, keeping her head towards the ground and not putting up a fight-she had already known she’d lost.

Though he’s glad that she’s not kicking and screaming when he all but drags her back to the palace, that does not pacify his anger that she had attempted to leave him again. After all he had done for her? He cooked for her, gave her everything of her heart desired, took good care of her–and that still wasn’t enough? He could feel his anger boiling deeply beneath the surface, but that could wait for now.

After personally giving her a bath and dressing her, he brings her to the bed, where strong vines immediately wrap tightly around her wrists and ankles, growing tighter with each struggle. And then, he makes sure he asserts his dominance.

Hakuryuu usually wasn’t so rough with her during their nights together, as he had always made sure to be mostly gentle;this time however, he gave little mind to her whimpers as he takes her harshly, ravaging her body with merciless thrusts, his teeth and hands, sure to leave bruises in the morning.

He’s ruthless in his teasing; his fingers and tongue do wonders to her special place, reducing her to a weeping, pleading mess beneath him when he brings her to the brink of release, but pulls away just before she comes. He can tell she’s exhausted from what he’s done, but he can’t bring himself to care-after all, in his eyes, she brought this upon herself when she tried to run from him.

When Hakuryuu reaches his climax, he doesn’t pull out like he usually did, instead gives one more powerful thrust with a groan as he releases inside of her, much to her surprise; he had respected her lack of desire for children up to that point, but he had always thought about how beautiful she would look, belly round, swollen with his child. He had always wanted to start a family with her, and what better time than now? A baby to love, to raise-to bound her to him, forever.

When the intimacies draws to an end, he watches as she lays in bed, body sore and trembling from him, bound by her ‘chains’–both physical and mental. Now, he had hoped she realized that there was no escape from him, that no matter what, she belonged to him forever. When he feels her unconsciously curl up into his body, he smiles, fingers gently tracing over a bruise on her thigh–she’ll get used to it, he knows. He loved her after all; and he didn’t plan on ever letting her go because of that. 

Yandere!Judar

The black magi sighed in annoyance, coming back to an empty bedroom where broken chains littered across the floor,window left wide open. He had known it was only a matter of time before she would try to escape again, but the truth of the matter was that he had set her up–left both of the window unlocked and chains undone–because he was eager to see if she had learnt from last time. Obviously, she did not. Glee twists in his stomach–oh well, more fun for him when he would get to punish her that night!

It doesn’t take him very long to find her, the tracking seal he had put on her made it much less of a hassle to find her, but it’d be too boring if he just caught her so easily-where’s the fun in that? So he let her run for a while. Make her think she had won, think that she would finally escape his grasp before he would go and snatch her away again, back to the isolation of his chambers and the suffocation of his hold on her.

She’s reaching the border of Kou when he decided to catch her, and oh, the delightful feeling he got when he saw those wide (e/c) eyes fill with fear as the last shred of hope drained from them was utterly wonderful. Though, not as wonderful as all the begging she would do later on when he would punish her-the very thought of it sends shivers of arousal through his body..

“Did you really think I’d let you get away from me so easily, (Y/N)? Hah! How cute!” The cackle spilled from his throat, amused and loud as he observed the trembling  woman in front of him. “Now be a good girl and come to your master…and maybe I’ll go easy on you tonight…”

Of course, she had to be hard-headed, and turned to try to run away again, but a simple swing of his staff and the ground beneath her feet turned to ice, forming a hard shell of frost around her ankles, preventing any form of escape. Tossing her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, Judar ignores the squirming and kicking she does at his back. He smirks, yes, he picked a fighter indeed. It was troublesome at times, but it was also fun. He couldn’t wait to see how she’d fight him tonight, the thought made him twitch in excitement.

The moment they reach his chambers, he pounces, like a hungry tiger on prey; fingers lace through her hair in a tight grip, pulling her in a devouring kiss, tearing at her clothes and easily restrains any attempt of hers to escape as he pins her to the bed, using his magic to summon unbreakable chains that bind her hands and feet-she just looked so delicious beneath him, looking up at him with eyes full of hate and fear, chained, trembling, and helpless to where he can do whatever he wanted.

Judar wasn never the type to be gentle during sex, always needy and rough when it came to seeking his own pleasure, but that night he’s utterly ruthless. He pays little mind to her pleas as he proceeds to savagely fuck her senseless, littering her skin in his marks, digging his nails deeply into her hips and drawing blood-which he cleaned up with his tongue of course.

But the sight of seeing her bleed was just so fascinating-he wanted to see more of it. Taking out his jeweled wand, he presses the sharp tip against her cheek, watching with great euphoria as the red liquid spills from the open wound of her skin, and her cries only adds to the pleasure. Her pleas for mercy fall deaf on his ears, he’s far too entranced by the sight of her blood that she shed for him and only him.

When she musters up the courage to give him back talk, he shuts her up rather effectively–after all, there were much more…useful ways to use that mouth of hers; The room is full with his groans and pants as he grips her hair and moves her head up and down his erection, the sounds of her choking music to his ears. He loves the way her mouth feels around him, the moist, warm cavern providing him a pleasure that only she can provide-that she will continue to provide, for the rest of her days

When he’s near done, he takes a good look at her; bruised, exhausted covered in sweat, tears, blood (as well as the remnants of his release)-but not enough blood. He’s going to have to fix that as well as give her a permanent reminder of who she belonged to. The tip of his red one becomes stained with blood as he holds the squirming female down, slowly carving the first letter to the last, spelling the name: J-U-D-A-R in bright, bleeding letters on the skin of her collarbone. A bit messy, but it was much more beautiful that way.

[ziracona]

The tendency in fandom to take every white girl with short hair, regardless of the status of their canonical interest or lack of interest in women and explicit interest and/or sexual history with everything but, proclaim them a lesbian queen, and then ignore or absolve them of every single horrific act they take in fiction because of this. Is not doing feminism. Women. Lesbians. Or anyone. Any favors. It’s just bad.

Somehow. Some people really do apparently need to hear that...being any specific sexuality...is not a personality trait.

And also. Women aren’t inherantly less vile than men (or anyone non-binary, agender, fluid, etc, else), and whatever bad deeds they do should be judged based on just that—on the deeds, and their context. Not their sexuality, imagined sexuality, or their gender. Becuase none of those things effect whether committing murder is bad. At all. Not even a little. And none of them. Is even a personality trait. Affecting the character’s value as a person.

It’s cool, and good, to see characters with minority identities. And it’s real nice. When it’s whatever you are. But them being whatever. Is not a personality trait. Just a fact. And sometimes. People of any type. Are not good. Pretending any minority status—gender, sexuality, race, disability, neurotype, etc—is a get out of jail free card? Is not. Doing them. Or anyone. Any favors. Personality disorder. Doesn’t make you bad. Also doesn’t make you good. Your actions do. Acting like Amy from Gone Girl did nothing wrong when she date rapes her boyfriend & then frames him for doing that to her & ruins his life, then blackmails her husband who is terrified of being murdered by her into staying with her for the sake of the child she made at a fertility clinic with his sperm without his consent, bc she’s a woman. Isn’t good. Men aren’t more deserving of violence than women. Neither is anyone else. Jane. Left an infant child in an unheated car in subzero weather in a snow storm with zombies around that easily would hear it cry and go eat it. So she could lie and say she already let zombies eat it to bait a man with easily triggerable PTSD who had just lost his family to zombies for the second time into starting a fight. Because he was injured, unarmed, weak, down an eye, and 50, while she was fit, mid 20s, healthy, and armed with a hunting knife. Because she wanted an excuse to kill him without looking bad, because she wanted the 11 year old girl she was co-parenting with him, all to herself. And her immediately responding to the dude throwing a punch by stabbing him in the stomach to escalate the fight from brawl to life or death, then losing her knife, and instead of telling him the baby was alive & she’d made it up to start a fight which could have at any point ended the fight, begging the 11 year old child to gun down her oldest surviving friend with her own hands in cold blood so that she’d get what she wanted? Is evil. As is crying on the 11 year old and using pity as a weapon to get her to stay with her if she gets mad and wants to leave when she realizes Jane staged the whole thing for an excuse to murder, and so is after realizing like a month later that she is pregnant, committing suicide, and leaving the 11 year old that she just manipulated into killing her oldest surviving friend/completely isolated on purpose so she could have her to herself, totally alone in the apocalypse to care for an infant. Jennifer’s Body? Is a fantastic film. And Jennifer didn’t deserve any of what happened to her. But not one single boy she kills during the course of that film deserved it—and explicitly so. Even the guy who could easily have been a meathead jock bully is outside alone crying becuase his best friend just died and he loved him before she decides to lure him off and eat him alive. And acting like it’s totally fine & Needy should have just let her keep eating boys instead of killing her? Is fucked up. None of them deserved to die. And no one deserves death innately more because they are or are not something that is just a factual designator of their makeup as a human. The exchange student was scared and alone and nice, the catholic kid was sweet and Needy’s friend, Chip is a bad boyfriend but he meant well and being stupid doesn’t mean you deserve to die. And this girl ate them alive. That’s not funny. Or cool. Or fine becuase they were dudes. Gertrude Robinson? Chose again and again to betray people who loved her, or trusted her—sold out victims of awful trauma to their worst nightmares. Killed friends in the worst possible ways, like it was nothing. Michael loved her, and trusted her, and tried to care for her, and she without faltering fed him to his worst nightmare and forced him to become it. There is nothing excusable about that action.

Jude Perry? Has 0 redeeming features. Didn’t even stay faithful to her poor gf & was creepy obsessed w Agnes. Literally murdered her co-worker friend just because he was happy, and she wanted to destroy things: that’s it. She didn’t even dislike him. Murdered him because he had a wife and kid and house and it seemed fun, then burned down his house, took his wife’s money, and now checks in on his kid every so often in case he ever recovers from the trauma she inflicted enough to be fun to kill. There is literally nothing good about this woman. Yes. I mean that. Because being a lesbian? Is just a thing. There is no g/b tag, there is no tag at all. Amanda Young? Got kidnapped and tortured and forced to choose between killing a man who couldn’t resist but was conscious to watch her, and letting herself die, and she killed him. Then, instead of responding to that trauma with guilt or responsibility or anger at her captor, joined up with him and started helping him kidnap people just like her. She was not forced, she was not lied to. It does not matter if John was manipulative; she is a grown ass woman and like all grown ass adults, responsible for her own actions and choices. She did not get manipulated pitifully into this—she did not go unwillingly. She volunteered, with a happy vengeance, became obsessed with John and in love with him, despite his complete lack of interest. And she did not even just do what he did. She decided on her own that no one deserved redemption, & she killed them for fun in traps that wouldn’t let them go even if they did whatever awful thing the trap demanded as a price for life, just for the fun and power trip of watching them die helpless & in agony. That was all her, & her alone. She sat in a house full of people slowly dying from organ decomposition over the course of a few hours, for no crime worse than drug addiction—the thing she of all people should have been most sympathetic to—knowing full well at any time she could have saved them and stopped the game, and did nothing. She held a woman in her arms and stroked her head lovingly while she let her die in one of the most inhumane ways possible for the crime of having not been able to break an addition. She got saved by a 16 year old child multiple times, who had done nothing more than shoplift, and stood by while he had to watch a man get his brains blown out, another burn to death in an oven. As his organs slowly dissolved too. Watched the kid kill another human being & massively traumatize himself to save her life. And responded to that by attacking & knocking him out, tying him up, locking him up for days in a tiny safe bound and gagged with an oxygen supply to keep him alive, to be a piece in another game. Left his father, who had shown up to try & save him, to starve to death in chains in a horrible abandoned rotting room, & never even told him his son was alive. Let every other addict die horribly, let that kid sustain permanent damage to his organs that will kill him young, antidote taken or not, took his dad from him, & went back to torturing without a second thought. Kidnapped a woman whose worst crime was being a doctor & dating someone while maybe separated instead of divorced from her husband, put her in a trap that would take her head off with shotgun blasts, threatened her for fun, & then killed her even after she did everything she was asked, because it was more important to her that the old man she was obsessed with think she was special and great, than for the other woman to get to stay alive another day & go home to her daughter. There is nothing sympathetic about Amanda. She’s just not only evil, but too spineless to take responsibility for her own choices & actions, & tries to hide behind a “UwU I am sad & lonely & damaged & having trauma means I can literally torture people to death to feel special & it’s really tragic and sympathetic about me, not evil. Uhm. Some people??? Commit torture-murders?? To cope??” And acting like she’s somehow a victim in this becuase she is a pretty white girl with short hair? Is fucked. Up.

But every. God damn. Time. I see this. Please. It needs. To stop. People go: “UwU pretty girl short hair want” & I go “Ok. I see where u. Come from. Indeed.” But then. They go. “Girl pretty I like. So she was blameless. For this atrocity.” Those words...

Every day. I wake up. Thinking of Janic saying. Iconically. “At least me and Regina George know we’re mean,” and I weep inside. Because I cannot fathom. Or stomach. The lack of responsibility. I will kill. Characters who cannot admit they are bad. Myself. But somehow. They become. Flames. To moths. Of the “UwU pretty white girl short hair. We stan. Victim. Queen. Love her. Never done wrong.” Boy. We all done wrong. Even all my faves. At least once. I think. ...not if we count dogs probably, but people, yes. Ok. Anyway. All this is to say. Characters. Should be judged. Based on what they did. And why. And the aftermath. Not a grouping tag. I don’t mean any of these. Make bad characters. At all. Amy is a great character. So is Jennifer. So are most of them. I have quite affection even. For Jeneffer specifically. But you can like. Character. Without proclaiming. Them perfect humans. Who never did a thing wrong. Or their acts somehow. Justifiable. And ok. And you better stop saying. Ok. Because done. To men. Men do not. Deserve violence. Any more. Than anyone else. No one deserves violence defacto for factors. Outside their control. Wtf. Really people. It’s ok too. For character. To do much bad stuff. And still like character. Villains. And often just complex characters. Sometimes just characters. Do stuff. That is bad. It’s not supposed to be not their fault. Or ok. Also. Women are not a sisterhood. Of flawless beings. Who never hurt anyone or do any bad stuff. They can. And are. Often purpotrators. Of awful acts. And when they are. It is still. Very bad. Still. An awful act. Same level. Even. Of awful. Wild.

In conclusion.

Having short hair. While a girl. Doesn’t make her a butch queen. Who is absolved of all responsibility for that murder she committed. It just makes her a girl with short hair. That did a murder. I’m gonna. Kill someone. Too. And if I chop my hair off. I guess I can get away with it.

[beerecordings]

How do we recognize ableist content like that? I've never been in situations like that, so something that look pretty harmless to me could be in fact quite shitty. I don't want to share stuff like that and be unaware of it, how do I learn?

well thank you for asking!!! but the first thing I’d like to do is make it clear that while I do trust myself to recognize many common ableist errors/choices, I do not pretend to be an authority on this issue any more than anyone else who’s done some research, talked with other people, and worked to recognize things. I need help sometimes too! Also I’d like to reiterate that I am able-bodied and people with disabilities are free to correct me.

The second thing to notice is that SOMETIMES these things are context-dependent. For instance, while I usually gag to see Jameson made into like the son of somebody the same age as him, if you’re actually writing an au where Jameson and maybe another character or two are actually children to another character, that can be pretty cute!!! In that case an adult is not being infantilized and he is not made into a child because of his disability - he’s being made into a child because he’s a literal four-year-old and that’s the premise of the story (and he still can’t talk). Alternatively, maybe Jameson needs extra attention and love and protection from older brothers after a traumatic event - but at some point, that Jameson should begin to regain his independence, should still experience a wide range of emotions, and should not be condescended to about his emotions or ability to function alone. However, please be careful with this… don’t use context to make excuses if you’re actually pulling ableist shit.

I think that list I gave in the post I made is a good (but not comprehensive!) starting point for some of the things to look for that are offensive to people with disabilities (some of these are specific to mutism). Let’s take another deeper look at these points:

Before reblogging something with Jameson in it, for instance, ask yourself - does this infantilize the character?

Is Jameson unable to function alone in society beyond the reasonable limitations we would expect of a person with a disability? Is Jameson babied to a ridiculous degree by the other egos? Does Jameson only experience basic emotions? Does Jameson ever stand up for himself or display “unpleasant” and unromanticized emotions such as anger, desire to isolate, desire for violence, ugly grief and sorrow, etc? Disabled adults are still ADULTS. Don’t treat them like little kids!!! If you want to portray Jameson’s trauma reactions - and you should!! he’s been through a lot!! - make sure this is more complex than just reducing him to a sweet needy baby who needs a hand to hold twenty-four seven. He should have ugly reactions too and be more complex than sad sometimes because he’s disabled and needs more attention. Otherwise you are infantilizing his mutism and romanticizing his trauma.

Does this erase Jameson’s disability completely or partially?

I have had people tell me it’s okay to erase Jameson’s disability because “they just wanted him to have a cute British accent.” I have had people to tell me to “chill out” because it “isn’t a big deal” that people erase his disability. I’ve heard people say “I couldn’t really get into Jameson for some reason, he just wasn’t my favorite character - so I decided to make him my own and give him new powers and let him talk and now I like him a lot!”

FUCK OFF M8

DON’T WRITE HIM IF YOU AREN’T WILLING TO INCORPORATE HIS DISABILITY AND YOU HATE DISABLED CHARACTERS. WHY ARE SOME OF U LIKE THIS. HOW DARE YOU qUITE FRANKLY

DO NOT SUPPORT CONTENT WITH A SPEAKING JAMESON UNLESS ANTI IS ABOUT TO SHOW UP AND CUT THAT BOY’S THROAT OR MAYBE IT’S AN AU WHERE SOMEBODY ELSE HAS THE DISABILITY BUT I’M NOT A HUNDRED PERCENT SURE ABOUT THAT ONE -

When you erase Jameson’s disability, you are telling every disabled person who might come across your writing that there is something wrong with being disabled and that they need to be fixed, as well as warping your own perception of the disabled people you will meet in your life. Do not use magic spells to erase Jameson’s inability to vocalize. Do not just decide you prefer a vocalizing Jamie.

Is this a respectful and accurate representation of a character who cannot vocalize?

If you are not disabled, you probably should not write pieces deeply exploring his relationship with his disability, because you just can’t do it right. I’m tired of seeing people write like ten thousand words of whump about how sad Jamie is about being disabled and how he longs desperately to just be normal like everyone else!! If only he didn’t have to sign!!! And he never seems to make any progress at accepting himself, he never seems to have any righteous anger at the people who treat him like shit, he always seems to let himself be comforted by other people telling him how to perceive himself instead of coming to terms with it with the help of both others and his own internal development. Incorporate his disability, and yes, it’s okay if it upsets him that other people react poorly to his inability to vocalize sometimes, but avoid stories which focus on him dealing with his disability exclusively if you are not disabled. If his disability is the only thing that ever makes him sad or makes him experience a negative emotion, you have fucked up again and you are using his disability for whump points like an asshole instead of seeing him holistically. I get upset sometimes because I see people will get prompts about JJ and it will be like… “job interview!” so they write one where Jameson gets turned down for a job because of a disability or it will be like “mourn!” and it’s about how he mourns his lost voice and “spell!” is about Marvin trying to fix him and just….. I guess it’s okay to write that stuff every now and then, but it’s a BIG RED FLAG if someone takes every single prompt or thought about JJ and makes it about him being sad about his disability.

Is this a respectful and accurate representation of sign language?

Please be aware that Jameson speaks BSL, not ASL! I think most people mess that one up just because they don’t know, not because they’re ableist, so it’s great to spread awareness! If you are writing something about Jamie, though, you really should know. You should also try to learn a little about the way people sign and just do some research! Also, when writing Jameson, be aware of the signing. If he is in another room than Jackie, then remember that Jackie can’t “hear” him. You just forgot he couldn’t talk! Double-check your work or ask someone to beta and this one is avoided easily. Be open to someone pointing out “actually, Jameson couldn’t do that, he was downstairs!” and work to accommodate him.

If I were unable to vocalize, would I be offended by this representation?

Many of us have disabilities of our own. Think about the things that bother you and how they apply to mutism or even other disabilities like Chase’s depression. One thing that always helps me (though I am not in a wheelchair!) is comparing this to people in wheelchairs. Would it be okay for me to write a fic where a person had their legs magically fixed after a lifetime of not being able to walk and then everybody liked them better and they finally found purpose? Would it be okay for me to write ten snippets in a row about how sad they are they can’t walk? Would it be okay for me to just decide they can walk now because I’m annoyed when I have to write in their wheelchair? Is it okay for me to say that they can’t wheel themselves around or that they use magic to move at all times and would not be able to move at all if someone were not pushing them or they lost their magic? Is it okay for everyone to treat the person like a helpless baby because they can’t walk? Honestly, I think we know more than we think if we take a moment to critically examine. Trust your gut.

Does this contain common problems in portrayal of characters with disabilities/mutism such as derision or lamentation towards sign language, making the character defined entirely by their disability (always a cheerful character except when reminded of their disability, for example), having other characters explain things about their disability to them, or treating the character as childish, needy, and unable to function in society because of their disability?

Pretty self-explanatory, but well worth repeating.

Do not show derision towards sign language (though a villain might, if it was clear that they are the villain and doing something wrong!). We have already discussed the complexities of lamentation and I suggest that you avoid that as well, especially if you are going to make his character flat. If you are not disabled, you really can’t portray it well, and it’s ableist to focus so much on the disability that you do not give the character any other complexity. Do not make the disability the “tragic backstory” of the character’s life. Complexity is important because it means you are seeing the person as more than their disability! You should know things about the character other than “they are happy and sweet and sugary and never get angry or make mistakes!! except sometimes… they are sad because they can’t talk uwuw poor baby” you look that shit in the eyes and you tell it to fuck off, you hear me? It’s great to have a sweet, nice, sugary baby brother Jameson as long as he is more complex than that, with real independence and abilities of his own and complex emotions and character! His disability should not be his one weak spot or his tragic backstory or some shit!

ALSO DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT REFER TO JAMESON AS “THE MUTE.”

like dude even “the mute man” is pretty fucking shifty because why do you feel the need to define him by that??? but definitely not “the mute moved down the hallway” i will block you on sight and you will deserve it that is SO offensive would you call a person who can’t walk “the cripple???”

Don’t have a speaking character explain things about disabilities to characters with disabilities. Speaking characters should not be condescending towards the character about much of anything, really, or else you’re infantilizing - if you need someone to explain things, obviously that’s okay, but do it in a way that recognizes that this is a mature and independent adult.

The character with a disability should be able to function in society past the limitations that are to be expected. No, Jameson isn’t going to magically start talking, but if he wants to go on a walk alone, he can. Let him do things like writing or texting. Don’t be afraid to give him a cool job and awesome hobbies. Let him have independence. If you can’t imagine JJ living on his own because he can’t speak, you’re doing it wrong. Look for signs that Jameson is capable of things other than making tea and kissing his brothers good night.

It’s okay to have a Jameson with a slightly childish personality, and I love it when he’s a sweet boy! But there should be more to him than that. I’m just going to say it - you know when Jameson is being treated like a baby. You know the difference between infantilization and a nice friendly man with sweet cute hobbies and interests. You can see it. Trust yourself. Don’t buy it when you see it and if you’re writing him, make sure there is complexity instead of just sugar-sweet with a sugar-sweet filling. He’s an adult. Remember that and remember that it’s harmful to pretend otherwise.

Geez, that was a rant and a half. Again, I am not the perfect authority. But there are some tips.

Does that help at all?

Feel free to add on to that if you have seen specific things in the fandom that I might not have seen or you have a disability and have experience with being discriminated against.

[im-tops-bottom]

As soon as they enter the Jonathan immediately regrets every single decision that has lead him up to this point. He knew there was a reason he didn't trust Jace and it wasn't because the guy hated him, didn't trust him and was dating and protecting his sist- okay so it may have something to do with that but also because of what is currently happening.

After getting all dosed up on some good drugs the 3 had split up for the mission. Everything was fine and dandy right up until Jonathan took a break and that's when everything shot straight to hell.

In the middle of the dance floor Clary had pulled Jace in for a kiss. Now he thought all this time he had a thing for his sister but it turns out that surprisingly his feelings weren't for her but for the blonde beauty with the gorgeous behind and isn't that just swell.

He growls himself as he realizes he wants to just stop the mission all together, pull his sister away and just swoop in and ....

"well well well looks like our angel isn't such an angel after all"

His eyes stare at the familiar ring that appears on Jaces finger as the couple turn before continuing their make out session.

He is pulled out of his thoughts about all the blackmailing he was preparing for the Herondale child when he hears yelling. He looks back up and notices a seelie had pulled Jace, his Jace

'woah where did that come from?'

And is currently grinding against the helpless blonde who is too far gone.

'i hope he didn't take anymore of those pills'

His head is telling him to save his sister is struggling against a seelie who is holding her back while his heart is telling him to save the traitor who is about to get ....

'mine' he growls out as he heads to the dance floor. He rips the seelies hands off Jace and lifts the man up by the collar

"if you ever touch my little Shadowhunter ever again, I will send you to the very depths of hell and make sure you are surrounded by nothing but your worst fears, got it?"

The seelie nods quickly and he puts him back on the ground

"good now run along before I change my mind"

Jonathan watches the man rush off before turning to the other seelie who immediately let's go of Clary and rushes off as well.

After making sure Clary is alright and sends her off to the bar to order some water for all 3 of them, he turns around to check on Jace.

"hey are you alr-"

He doesn't get to finish the sentence off as he feels soft lips against his. He let's out a sound of protest as those lips pull away.

"I never thought I would ever say this but thank you for saving me back there. I don't know what would have happened if"

"shhhh they won't hurt you ever again"

He feels an urge to hug the smaller man and decides against it as he knows exactly what will happen if he gave in. He instead decides to sober all 3 of them up so they can carry out the mission and expose Jace as a traitor.

After sobering up Jonathan regrets his decisions once again but it's too late as he's already caused an argument to break out between a now heartbroken Jace and an angry Clary. Everything is just all too late and he can't do anything but leave them behind as he kidnaps the seelie queen. He'll just have to carry out his plan on his own.

-couple of days later-

After using the sword to let all hell break loose quite literally, Jonathan in all his black winged glory takes to the sky as he watches the demons and the destruction of New York.

He gets pulled out of his thoughts as he gets sent dropping to the ground. He grunts and realizes theres something heavy on him and as he opens his eyes white wigs are the first thing he sees, then blonde hair and finally mismatched eyes that he now realizes he has fallen in love with.

"Herondale"

"Morgenstern"

Jonathan let's out a growl and rolls them over so now he's on top and has the trapped beauty below him. He smirks down at the shocked blonde and leans down slowly getting ready to plant his lips on the soft ones.

"JACE!"

Jonathan huffs as he rolls his eyes before standing up and turning around to face his sister and her friends.

"leave Jace alone!"

"oh come on now sister. He's a big boy, I'm sure he can make his own decisions"

"you're right. I can"

Jonathans eyes widen as he watches Jace brush past him and heads towards Clary.

"STOP!"

He has no idea why he said that but something in him is thrilled that the blonde had stopped.

"No Jace come here"

"Jace come back here right now"

He watched in amusement as Clary glares at him before looking at her friends.

"guys go on and defend New York. I got this"

"I can't just leave Jace. There's something wrong. I can feel it"

'oh. Right.' Jonathan had completely forgot they are parabatai.

"Jace if you come to me then I'll spare your parabatai's life"

That got Jace to turn around and face him.

"You leave him alone"

"Jace no. It's a trap"

'can she just keep quiet for one second'

"Jace remember when I saved you from the club"

"and then you kidnapped the seelie queen and left us stranded"

"yes well you two fighting wasn't going to help me escape and we did go to that club for a mission"

Jonathan saw that Jace was about to say something about the club and was about to talk some more but Clary had beaten him to it.

"Jace I love you"

'damn her. Damn her to hell'

"Jace I love you too"

Everyone had gasped at that and Jace stood there shellshocked.

"that's why I saved you at the club. I save you because I've fallen in love with you"

"Jace don't listen to him. He kissed me. Told me he loved me"

"I thought I loved you sister but it turns out my love was misplaced"

"you're lying"

"Jace I thought I fell for you that night at the club but when I left you I realized I had fallen the moment I stood at your door and watched you play the piano. My heart broke for you when we talked. I knew there was a reason why I never came back for my father or sort out true vengeance for my mother and you were the reason why"

'god why am I doing this? Seriously. Killing them all would just save time'

"Jace no!"

Alecs yelling pulled Jonathan out of his thoughts and into shock as he watched Jace slowly make his way towards him. Wings and all.

"when you said 'mine' did you mean me or Clary?"

"you. It had always been you. I was just too blind to see"

Jonathan held out his hand and stared Jace right in the eyes.

"please"

"JACE!"

Everyone watched as Jace slowly walks to Jonathan and as soon as his hand holds onto Jonathans, his gorgeous white wings with shimmering specks of gold turn fully black.

Seconds later Jonathans eyes turn black and he smiles before the two disappear in a bright Ray of white light.

After the light fades, the demons screech as they burn up in flames and the skies clear before rain falls getting rid of all the fire and flames that had burned through the city.

Clary drops to the ground in tears and heartbreak. Moments later she starts sobbing as a shattered Alec drops down beside her and pulls her into a hug. Magnus, Izzy and Simon wrap their arms around the two and soon they are surrounded by friends and family.

Days later after mourning for Jace, Alec wakes up as he feels something within him.

"Alexander are you alright?"

Alec doesn't hear his now husband as he is too busy smiling sadly as a voice plays in his head. He replies to the voice and soon the conversation dies out and he's left as sad as he felt the day the incident happened. He jolts as he feels a body and looks to find his husband Magnus by his side.

"hey what's wrong?"

"it was Jace. He told me that he says sorry to everyone for what he did. He wants everyone to know that he misses us and loves us. He also says that soon, when the time comes, he will return and explain everything but for now not all hope is lost."

"did you tell him that as soon as he returns to us, we will kill him ourselves?"

"yes and he also says that even though he is slowly changing Jonathan, he won't like the idea of Jace getting hurt and will probably set demons loose on the city again"

"well if he does we are stronger than ever and will fight back"

The two lay back down and hug each other for comfort as they fall back asleep.

Meanwhile....

"oh fuck. Harder"

"of course my love"

Jonathan moves harder and faster until they both reach climax. He keeps moving until they are both a panting mess.

Instead of pulling out, Jonathan lays down on top of Jace.

"my little Shadowhunter"

Jace snorts at that

"my big" he moans as he moves a bit and can still feel Jonathan inside him "real big" slaps the chuckling man "demon child baby"

"oh while you are needy I'm daddy but as soon as you get what you needed I'm suddenly a man-child?"

"oh God this is not what I wanted to see when I came over"

"MUM! what on Earth are you doing here?"

"I thought I might pop in for a visit before I return back to hell. Didn't realize I entered it already. So what is my son doing today?"

"well I'm currently doing my husb- ouch ouch she asked"

"and she suddenly regrets it. What's my son in law doing instead?"

"well once this man child is done with me, I was planning on doing some grocery shopping. You?"

"I love how we are a naked mess and yet we can still maintain a pleasant conversation with my mum."

"yes well your mother just got off the phone with an enraged Lightwood who's son just told her that her parabatai is still alive and forgot to mention he never lost the rune which could have saved everyone a ton of heartache. Then she rages on about how she had to find out I'm still alive via the seelie queen who had visited her store. Then what topped it off was that i accidentally told her you two were married."

"oh no"

"oh yes and now I'm expected to cut your holiday short just so I can bring all 3 of us back to America. They are expecting us within 3 days or one if not all of them will be flying to Paris to murder us all"

"how do they know we're in Paris?"

"have you forgotten who your parabatai was or who your ex was?"

"oh. Right"

"yes. So I would love to take you two there so I can return to my home"

"you know what mother"

"what?"

"let them come to us"

"JONATHAN!"

"what? It means my mother can do what she needs to do before going home and it also means I can continue with what I'm doing"

"great idea"

"wait what? No. Don't g-"

"have fun you two"

"no wait! LILITH"

Jace stares horrified as he watches Lilith burst into flames as she quickly leaves. He then turns to glare at Jonathan.

"you want to go against their request"

"oh come on. Your parabatai isn't that bad"

"first of all yes he is and second of all he isn't the Lightwood that I'm worried about"

"oh please my love. How bad can it be?"

It turns out it can be very bad as Jonathan sits under the blankets red faced and naked while Maryse yells at him. The only thing that is keeping him from running off is his husband who is equally naked, sitting beside him and holding his hand.

As he thinks about Jace he smiles at all the thoughts that consume him which causes Maryse to whack the back of his head.

"and you aren't listening to a word I say. Magnus! Clothes!"

Jonathan finds clothes magically put on him before his hand is out of Jaces and he is being dragged by the ear into the kitchen while a pissed Alec is about to go on a murder spree with Jace.

"Now"

Jonathan gets pushed onto a seat

"where was I?"

Yup he regrets listening to his brain once again as it always leads him into trouble. A trouble, he realizes as he stares down at his ring, that was totally all worth it.

"Seriously! He's not even in the kitchen and your mind still wonders off"

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How Prince Taught Me About Female Sexuality

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How Prince Taught Me About Female Sexuality

He helped me realize there are men who enjoy being submissive to women — and that being a woman who’s more sexually experienced than a man isn’t something to hide or being ashamed of.

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As a little kid in the early 1980s, I remember watching the video for Prince’s “I Wanna Be Your Lover” for the first time, as I experienced the magic of cable television and MTV in my family’s first house. I could not look away from this man with the hairy chest, single hoop earring, and feathered hair. When I was around 11 or 12, my sister was in college and dated a guy who was a huge Prince fan. He let me listen to his records, including the B-sides and bootlegs, like “Girl,” “Erotic City,” and “17 Days.” I felt like I was a member of a club with select membership.

I’ve been fascinated with sex since an early age, and even as a child, I knew Prince was “nasty,” but it drew me to him even more. Prince built a reputation on his risqué songs, like “Head” with lyrics that said, “I know you’re good, girl/ I think you like to go down.” With songs like “Soft and Wet,” it’s easy to think that Prince only sees women as objects made for sexual pleasure, but looking further, his songs show women with the same sexual urges as men. Acts like Salt-N-Pepa and Madonna were equally important in showcasing women’s desires through song during my childhood, but Prince’s work resonated more with me. His music shaped my own sexuality because it helped me realize there are men who enjoy being submissive to women, that there are men who are willing to admit to helplessness during sex, and that being a woman who’s more sexually experienced than a man isn’t something to hide or being ashamed of.

His ’80s catalog, in particular, was a revelatory mix of sex, politics, and religion. He sang as a man unafraid of changing how society looked at masculinity, a man who enjoyed a more sexually experienced woman, and as a man willing to follow a woman’s lead.

“Darling Nikki,” from the 1984 Purple Rain soundtrack, details a one-night stand. It has all the markers to offend — a sex fiend of a woman masturbating in public who abandons her conquest after using him. On the surface, the song has much in common with 1982’s “Little Red Corvette,” another song about a one-night stand with a promiscuous woman. However, in “Little Red Corvette,” Prince’s persona warns the woman against her sexually adventurous lifestyle and attempts to “tame” her into monogamy. In “Darling Nikki,” the object of the woman’s affection has no problems with being used and ends the song begging for her to come back. Also, “Darling Nikki” was the catalyst for Tipper Gore, ex-wife of former Vice President Al Gore, to become co-founder of the Parents Music Resource Center, which led to “Parental Advisory” stickers on music deemed too explicit for children.

People frequently sing “Darling Nikki” to me because of my nickname (although I spell it differently) and love for Prince, but they don’t realize how empowering the song was for me once I became sexually active as a teenager. As I matured, I frequently warred with the idea of being a “good girl” who doesn’t talk about sex openly because it meant I was “easy” and yet wanting to express myself sexually in an open and honest way. I was warned that when women talk about sex, no matter how innocently, it makes people want to have sex with her, and that could have dangerous consequences. Even though “Darling Nikki” is told from the point of view of her conquest, I felt drawn to the woman in the title, bold and memorable. I wanted to be like her. I haven’t followed Darling Nikki’s exact footsteps, and my journey to realizing my full sexual self hasn’t always been straightforward, but I often think of her and the song when challenging myself sexually.

Beyond fast-paced rock and pop songs like “Darling Nikki,” “Little Red Corvette,” or even “Raspberry Beret,” where Prince sings about succumbing to the wiles of women more sexually experienced, he has more traditional R&B-like ballads, making sexual demands of his lovers for their mutual satisfaction. In “Do Me, Baby” from 1981’s Controversy and “Scandalous” from the 1989 Batman soundtrack, he asks to be touched and explored and lets the objects of his desire know that he’s at their mercy. Despite the persona’s obvious eagerness to make love, he lets his partners set the pace. In “Do Me, Baby,” he waits for his lover to lay him down, a sure sign of the other’s readiness. In “Scandalous,” Prince croons, “Anything’s acceptable / just ask me / and I’ll try it.” He’s willing to follow someone else’s lead. In these songs, Prince sings of his overwhelming desire for his partner but doesn’t rush the rendezvous. He encourages his lovers to lead, knowing that his being in a submissive position will be mutually beneficial.

Video available at: http://youtube.com/watch?v=eu9qkMPr10I.

When people jokingly wonder how a man who wears heels and makeup, challenging ideas of masculinity, is able to date so many women, I often think of songs like “Do Me, Baby” and “Scandalous.” He understands the need to give his partners room to take charge and how doing so doesn’t equal a threat to his manhood. On the album version of “Do Me, Baby,” Prince ends the song with his orgasm, begs his partner for help, and finally asks to be held. The vulnerability he displays perhaps answers the question of how this diminutive man in eyeliner and lace can be considered a ladies’ man. It set a high bar for me when it came to my own sexual partners. I expected my boyfriends to let me lead sometimes and to express neediness without shame. My disappointment was frequent, so I’d return to Prince’s music to daydream.

As much as Prince’s music gave me permission to accept my own sexual maturity, his discography is not without issue. Sometimes he is flat-out hypocritical and misogynistic. “Little Red Corvette” borders on what we’d now call slut-shaming. On stage, Prince frequently pairs women dancers together in sexual mimicry, and yet some of his lyrics scold women about being bisexual. On the 1979 self-titled album, the song “Bambi” attempts to convince a woman to abandon her female lover because “it’s better with a man.” Prince ends the song declaring, “Bambi, I know what U need / Bambi, maybe U need 2 bleed.” In the 1982 bootleg single “Xtraloveable,” Prince’s persona tries to seduce a woman by asking her if she wants to take a bath with him. He praises her because she doesn’t brag about her love life and doesn’t appear to be loose with her affections: “What I dig the most is the way that U keep your sugar in your hand / till I want it.” However, later he claims he’s “on the verge of rape” then: “I’m sorry / but I’m just gonna have 2 rape U / Now are U going to get in the tub / Or do I have 2 drag U?” Prince moves from seduction to rape, and it’s jarring. Here, his usual submissive role is gone and replaced with an overly aggressive one. One moment, the song’s persona is happy that his lover makes him wait, and the next he’s threatening rape because she doesn’t respond to his advances quickly enough.

Prince recently performed “Bambi” on Late Night With Jimmy Fallon with the all-female band he fronts, 3rdEyeGirl. He didn’t sing the final threat of violence, but the overall sexist sentiment of the song remained, especially considering the fact that Prince stood in front of an all-woman band. Perhaps Prince decided to play the song because it’s more rock than funk or R&B and showcases his rock guitar talents. It remains an odd song selection.

In 2013, Prince released “Extraloveable Reloaded,” with sanitized lyrics. The sugar in hand becomes a vague “it,” and any mention of rape is scrubbed. Since Prince became a Jehovah’s Witness in 2001, he’s become increasingly conservative, refusing to play most of his racier songs that cemented his place in pop culture. Recent music like “Da Bourgeoisie” returns to shaming a woman for her bisexuality, but “Breakfast Can Wait” hints that the old, raunchy Prince is still around.

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Prince still has moments where he wags his finger at a woman because of her choices, but then I think of “If I Was Your Girlfriend,” from the 1987 album Sign O’ the Times. It’s a song so important to me that I have a line of its lyrics tattooed around my left ankle. In it, Prince’s alter ego Camille sings in the perspective of a man who wonders if becoming a woman would lead to a closer relationship with his current female lover. Again, Prince disrupts heteronormative ideals of masculinity by being willing to change genders for more significant connection, the kind shared between women.

It’s hard to reconcile the Prince of gender-fluidity with the one who refuses to comment on same-sex marriage. I’ve overlooked his bouts of hypocrisy and sexism to concentrate on what I’ve learned from his music over the years. With his music, I gave myself permission to be bold and shameless in my desires. As a Southern woman, I’ve grown up dancing to a lot of music that directly contradicts my feminist beliefs, like bass and bounce. Lyrics demanding women to pop their pussies or guaranteeing material goods in exchange for satisfactory sex fly directly in the face of the idea that a woman is more than her body and sexuality. It’s not enough to shrug off the misogynistic verses simply because of a good beat. Not only did I give myself permission to speak freely about sex, I also had to allow myself to be a complex person who enjoys flawed artists and their art.

Prince’s early catalog taught me things about myself I wasn’t even aware I was learning at such a young age. When I made the decision to become sexually active as a teen, I imitated Prince’s moans and gasps from his songs as practice to make sure I would sound sexy in bed. To this day, you might catch me making sounds straight from “Do Me, Baby,” “Girl,” or “Vibrator,” a Vanity 6 song Prince wrote. That’s what was sexy to me — a man willing to vocalize pleasure and be vulnerable and so I sought to translate that into my own sex life. Despite his increasingly conservative beliefs and his occasionally sexist lyrics, Prince helped me achieve an honest and good sex life. For that, I’ll always be grateful.

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