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storyofaromance · 1 year ago
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question, if you had to pick one american, modern or historical and talk about how their actions have impacted society today. who would you pick?
they don't have to be 'good' or 'bad', it could be a serial killer like ted bundy. literally anyone.
i just want to get to know you guys better, where do your interests lie?
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sebastiansluts · 10 months ago
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Can you write one in which the reader has a very bad day but Bucky is out working and comes home late so y/n cries herself to sleep. She wakes up in the middle of the night to find Bucky continue his work in the home office. Oh maybe you can show mafia boss Bucky could be a fun addition ngl. Anyways he is very busy in his work and he wants to ask her to go to sleep but he realises immediately after seeing her that something is wrong. They maybe have needy sex? Like it can just start with her sitting on his lap while he works cause she missed him and she had a bad day and then she just starts kissing him on the neck or something. Starts unbuttoning his shirt and then mumbles that she just wants to feel closer to him when he tries to stop her. Maybe he cockwarms her for a while until he realises she just wants to feel good and forget about the said bad day and they have wonderful kind of sweet, needy, clingy, sex.
Bucky Barnes x Reader; mafia boss!bucky, cockwarming, spit as lube, vaginal sex, anal play, oral sex f receiving, creampie
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
It had been a long, awful day, where nothing had gone right throughout, everyone getting frustrated with you for some reason or another despite how hard you were trying. You knew they only allowed their annoyances to show because the boss wasn’t there. You couldn’t help but feel like that was part of the reason you couldn’t do anything, you were missing Bucky too much.
You ended up crying yourself to sleep, worn out and lonely in your big bed by yourself. Waking up in the middle of the night, thirsty, you went to get a glass of water, taking care to be quiet and not disturb anyone but the guards. 
As you were walking back to the bedroom, you noticed the light on in Bucky’s office and you couldn’t help but look at the guard at the door, biting your lip before knocking quietly. 
“What?” Came Bucky’s voice, harsh and tired, and you flinched, but opened the door. You slipped through, shutting it behind you, and Bucky glanced up, irritation on his face quickly melting away into surprise. “Babydoll? What’re you doing up? Go back to bed.”
You frowned slightly, and walked further into the room, stopping in front of his desk. You wrung your hands in front of you, biting your lip again, as you tried to think of how to explain how bad the day had been.
Bucky tilted his head, eyes narrowing in thought, before he sat back in his chair, gesturing to you with two fingers. “C’mere, come sit while I work.”
You sighed in relief, going around his desk and climbing onto his lap, pressing your knees up by his hips, your thighs even with the armrests. You wrapped your arms around Bucky’s neck and sank into him, burying your face in his chest as he sat up straight.
“There you go sweetheart, you just sit here, maybe go back to sleep, okay baby? I’m gonna work on my computer, should be nice and quiet for you,” Bucky murmured into your hair, placing a hand on your back and stroking gently. You could hear the click of the mouse in the background, both of your breathing the only other sounds you could hear. 
You sat contentedly for a little while, until all the thoughts started swirling back, the same ugly ones that kept you up before. You didn’t want to start crying again, so you tried to distract yourself, lifting your head a little and kissing Bucky’s neck gently. He didn’t react beyond his thumb starting to stroke your back, so you shifted on his lap gently, getting more comfortable before kissing the underside of his jaw. 
“Baby…I said go to sleep,” Bucky warned, and you withdrew, hiding your face again, pressing your forehead into his chest, buttons making little marks in your skin, the pain grounding you. 
You could feel his chin on the top of your head, feel his deep sigh as he pushed the laptop away, bringing both hands to your back, sliding up and down slowly. 
“What’s goin’ on, huh? Talk to me,” Bucky said firmly, and you pulled away, still looking down, as you went to unbutton his shirt. He moved faster than you were ready for, hands gripping your wrists tightly, keeping you from reaching his collar. “Baby, I asked a question, I expect an answer,” Bucky warned, ducking his head to look you in the eye. 
You couldn’t resist his gaze and looked up, tears in your eyes as you whispered, “Just wanna be closer.” 
Bucky’s brows furrowed in concern, and he dropped your hands immediately, nodding, letting you go back to unbuttoning his shirt. He lifted his hands to cup your face, thumbs moving gently and catching stray tears as you blinked.
You started to get frustrated when the buttons on his shirt wouldn’t cooperate, getting stuck in the holes of the shirt, or slipping through your fingers. You grunted in annoyance, and Bucky hushed you, his hands taking over, easily finishing with the buttons on his shirt, opening it wide. 
Bucky glanced up at you, a question in his eyes as he hovered his hands over his belt. You looked down, then back at him and nodded quickly, breath coming faster in anticipation. He undid his belt, opening his pants and pulling his partly hard cock out of his briefs. 
Bucky quickly spat in his hand, stroking his dick to full hardness while you leaned in, pressing yourself against him briefly before pulling away, lifting your silk nightgown over your head, so you were naked on his lap. Bucky raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment as you sank into his bare chest. He lifted your hips, tilting them so that his dick pressed against your entrance, sinking deep inside you as you sat back on his thighs. 
“There, is that what my baby needed? To be full? Okay sweetheart, you just sit there and warm me, alright? Let me do some more work, then we’ll go to bed,” Bucky murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, sitting forwards and pulling his computer towards him, letting you wrap your arms around his back. 
You buried your face in his neck, mouthing at his collarbone, sucking a light mark, and you could feel Bucky’s dick pulsing inside you. Bucky put one hand on the back of your neck and squeezed, making your body go lax on top of his, a little bit of drool spilling out of your mouth as you moaned.
“Unless, my girl’s ready to talk now?” Bucky asked quietly, gently releasing your neck to cup the back of your head, stroking your hair. 
“...Had…Had a bad day,” you whispered, just barely getting it out as your throat tightened, tears threatening to make a reappearance. 
Bucky continued to card his fingers through your hair, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. “Did somethin’ happen? Someone do somethin’? I can take care of it, you know I’ll take care of it, doll,” Bucky said lowly, thumb stroking the skin just above your hip. 
You shook your head, finally pulling back to look Bucky in the eye. “I did something- wrong- all day!” you cried, putting your face in your hands as the tears finally fell. “I messed up all day, I n-needed help and lo-ooked s-stupid, and I missed you!”
Bucky pulled you into a hug immediately, wrapping his arms around you, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair as he murmured, “Oh baby girl…so sorry sweetheart…I should’ve known somethin’ was goin’ on, comin’ in here all quiet and afraid. You’re gonna tell me later who was givin’ you a hard time today, understand?” 
You nodded, but still couldn’t help but cry. “B-but did y-you m-miss me?”
“Babydoll, how can you ask that when you’ve got my dick inside ya? I miss ya when you’re gone a minute,” Bucky laughed, pulling your hands away from your face and kissing you. You couldn’t stop crying for a moment, but slowly, your breathing evened out, matching Bucky’s, and your eyes dried until you were blinking away a final tear. 
Bucky didn’t stop kissing you as he lifted your hands, placing them around his neck until you were hanging on, then he moved his hands down to grip your hips, rotating them slowly on his lap, grinding you down onto his dick.
You gasped into the kiss, your heart beating faster as you slid your hands into Bucky’s hair and gripped tightly. He bit down on your lip, making you whimper, and clench on him. Bucky soothed the sting with his tongue, slipping it into your mouth and sliding along the roof of your mouth, kissing you deeply. 
You started to raise up slightly, Bucky helping you with his hands sliding around to your ass, squeezing your cheeks and letting his fingers graze against where you were joined. When his fingers were slick enough, he pressed the tips against your asshole, just rubbing, making you shiver and bounce faster on his dick. 
Your chests were pressed together, sweat making you slide slightly with every raising of your hips, Bucky thrusting up into you after. You whimpered and he grinned, pulling away from your mouth and licking your neck. 
“Fuck, you taste amazing baby, everywhere, gotta taste you, need more of you baby,” Bucky groaned, and suddenly he was standing, sweeping his arm across his desk and sending everything flying. He set you on the desk, slipping out of your cunt and making you whine, but he immediately sat back down and threw your legs over his shoulders, burying his face in between them. 
You moaned loudly, unable to care that the guard at the door would be able to hear you, your hands braced behind you on the desk, holding you up as Bucky devoured you. He licked and sucked at your pussy like he was starved, tongue licking deep inside you before his lips would wrap around your clit and he would suck, tongue flicking rapidly. 
“Need you, need you, need you!” You shouted, forcing one hand off the desk and into Bucky’s hair, pushing at his head until he looked up at you, eyes dark and chin shining. “Please fuck me, Bucky,” you begged, and Bucky nodded, licking his lips with a grin as you flushed, pulling him close once he stood, slipping his dick back inside you. 
You moaned, biting down on Bucky’s shoulder as you were filled again, his hips thrusting into you quickly, building a fast pace. You were plastered against him, tits pressed tight between you, sliding up and down as he fucked you. 
“‘Need me’, huh?” Bucky hissed, planting one hand on the desk by your hip, the other gripping your thigh tightly. “That’s all my girl really needed, isn’t that right?” You didn’t answer right away and Bucky thrust harder, making you gasp. “Don’t make me ask again, baby.” 
“Yes! Needed you, just you, just this,” you babbled, one hand still buried in Bucky’s hair, pulling yourself even closer, meld into him. 
Bucky grinned, kissing your neck, up your jaw until he was licking into your mouth, across your teeth and along your tongue. He slid his hand across your thigh, inside, towards where you were joined until he was rubbing at your clit.
Your head fell back, high pitched whines leaking from your mouth, Bucky chuckling as he flicked your clit. You clenched hard on his dick and he swore, hips stuttering briefly before resuming their steady pace. 
“Fuck, ‘m here baby, I’m right here, now come for me,” Bucky assured, and you raised your head, pressing it into his chest, breathing harder as his thumb pressed down on your clit, rubbing back and forth, his dick pressing against a spot inside you that set of sparks. 
“Bucky,” you whimpered, and he lifted your face with a finger under your chin, pressing your lips together, kissing you messily as you gasped, orgasm sweeping over you. Your eyes shut in ecstasy, your body tensing in Bucky’s arms, before relaxing, mouth falling slack below his. 
Bucky held you tighter, pressing you back and down into the desk, fucking you harder as he chased his orgasm, your legs splayed open around his hips. He groaned as he came, fucking into you a few times before stilling, laying on top of you, braced up on his forearms so he didn’t crush you into the desk.
Pressing kisses all over your face, Bucky pulled out gently, kissing away the slight wince on your face. He did up his pants, bending to grab your nightgown and a flashdrive, pocketing that, then leaned back over you, helping you into your gown then letting you wrap your arms around his neck, your legs around his waist. He picked you up, your body wrapped around his tightly, and he carried you around the desk, stepping on papers and the broken laptop.
You tucked your face into Bucky’s neck as he asked, “Bed?” You nodded and he carried you across the room, opening the door and walking out, heading to your bedroom.
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chericherilvr · 1 year ago
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Non-violent communication
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What will this post talk about?
☆ How I learned NVC
☆ What is NVC (non-violent communication)
☆ What is violent communication
☆ Steps to NVC
☆ Strategy to deal with things
☆ How it helped me
What are my sources? Why NVC? Why now?
Recently I joined a course for personal development on young people (ages 18-23) On our last class we talked about Non-violent communication.
And I wanted to use the opportunity to talk about what is it so more people can benefit from it :)
I don't want this to be really theory based, so I will be giving practical examples on how you can also implement this in your life,,
So, what is NVC?
Non-violent communication is based on human feelings and needs
The purpose is to create empathy for ourselves and others in order to cooperate with our needs and feelings, all in a non violent way
However, this creates the further question: What is violence, specifically when communicating?
Sure, "you're an idiot" and/or insulting people is violent. But did you know you can be violent in many different ways?
Judgement. Judgement comes from the belief that things are this or that, good or bad, right or wrong. some examples are:
"You did this wrong"
"That kind of people are evil"
"These people don't deserve that"
When we label people "X is so lazy" we create a distance between us
Comparisons. Comparing people, or ourselves, to others. When comparing something you're also making a judgement based statement in which something is "worse" than the other thing.
Too much or too little responsibility. Things like "I was late because of X" are denial of responsibility. While things like "I have to do X" Take too much responsibility. Changing the last one with "choosing to" rather than "have to" can help us a lot. With the first one, although I don't have a clear answer, just remember that it's something out of your control.
Making demands. this is NOT asking for help. Asking for something can be a demand if the other person feels like they'll be punished if they don't do it. Or telling the other person that they MUST do something.
These were some examples that came up in my class, but I'm sure there are more. These examples aren't meant to make you feel bad about yourself. Here it's a zone without judgement, even for ourselves. They're just to bring awareness to how we communicate.
What are the steps towards NVC? pt1
I'm separating this point in different ones as I want to talk about things in between
For starters everything starts at knowing what actually is empathy.
Empathy vs sympathy
We watched this video regarding empathy vs sympathy, which I'll talk about the things I took out, but feel free to watch the video for full understanding.
Empathy is bringing no judgment when talking with someone, or ourselves. It's listening, trying to understand.
The thing is, you can't ever truly understand someone, it's impossible. What I personally do is try to relate (in my head) the feeling they're explaining to me to something I went through in which I experienced the same feeling. This brings me close and makes me connect with the person.
And, when not knowing what to say, telling them/ourselves "I might not know what to say or fully understand you. But I am here, for you."
Sympathy on the other hand is trying to be 'nice' bringing unsolicited solutions, saying that it will get better, or saying that other people have it worse.
Sympathy creates a distance between you and the person you're trying to be "empathetic" with.
My advice, aside from the technique I'll talk about later is, when talking to people, ask them what they need. Sometimes they want advice, others they want a hug and a great listener
What are the steps towards NVC? pt2
I figured the best way to explain this is by giving you the same exercise that we did in class.
NVC is based on four things: Observation. Feeling. Need. Demand/action. I'll explain them later don't worry, the exercise we'll do will be based on these four things as well
This exercise helps me whenever I'm in a situation in which I don't see clearly or I'm stressing over. Also regarding other people.
Things you'll need:
A piece of paper
A pen/pencil
1. First draw two lines on the paper making it so there's four boxes on the paper, four spaces you can write on.
On the top left box write on top: Observation
On the top right write: Feeling
On the bottom left write: Needs
And on the bottom right write: Demand/action
2. Now let's think of a situation in which we want to work through. I'll be using a random example. The non-processed example is:
I come home to a disaster. I find plates broken on the floor, and utensils, and what is that? Fu- My favorite mug is broken on the floor. I want to cry. My roommate then comes and tells me she did it. Why can't anything work in my favour?
3. The first step is "observation" we gotta strip away all the judgement and get to the facts. Write down on the first box what is the fact of the problem.
There are broken plates, utensils, and my favourite mug broken on the floor
That's a fact, that's the neutral reality. This makes us see the problem for what it is, not how we felt on the moment.
4. Now we sit on that statement and we think, how does that make me feel? Where do I feel it in my body?
Sad. Rage. Grief. I feel a tightness in my chest.
5. What are the needs that come from the problem and help the feelings?
I need a connection (the mug I loved)
I need to cry (I am sad)
I need peace (I need the space to be clean and organized)
I need peace (today was stressful)
6. Now it's time to think of an action. This action is made to fulfill the need. And it has to be something you know will work. Or something you haven't tried yet. It's of no use to say "I'm going to use a schedule" if you know for a fact it won't help you or cover your needs.
I am going to allow myself to cry. (I need to cry)
I'm going to make a drawing for my broken cup, and get a new one (grief; need of connection)
I'm going to try out to watch a new movie and rest in the sofa (I need peace)
Extra thing. That process works for ourselves, but what about the roommate? How can we communicate non-violently how we felt and the situation?
1. Communicate the facts.
"There are broken plates and mugs on the floor" instead of "The floor is a mess" or "You broke my favorite mug"
2. Ask how they feel
(roommate) "I know, I was cleaning when the cabinet broke down. I cut myself and I just came back from putting on a bandaid. I'm sorry I broke your cup"
3. Find a solution that fits both of your needs
(roommate +) (me -)
- Thanks for apologizing, right now I need to lay down, process what happened, and maybe cry a bit. + I can clean up the plates
- Actually can you hug me and can we talk for a while? It's been a stressful day and I need connection with someone
+ I would love to, do you mind if I clean up quickly before tho? I need the space to be clean before I can concentrate
- Sure, thank you
Since this is a long post, I'm going to stop right here. Overall I hope I could help with the start of your journey towards non-violent communication ♡♡
Sena's out ᰔ
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stingslikeabee · 2 months ago
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The reaction from Mark in relation to the broken gym equipment had Melissa raising both eyebrows in surprise, followed by getting rid of the tea altogether and leaving the (almost empty) cup on the table. The actress had not meant to stir any guilt in him - not when he was already being the kindest soul she had met in a long while and putting his own neck on the line for her.
(Melissa knew that Mark would be in big, big trouble if Lumon found out that she was in his basement; although neither of them could tell for sure if the biggest corporation around had been behind her own tragic experience, at least there would be a connection in some way... And one that would not create any positive buzz for their stock price.)
"Mark - hey, look at me," one of the actress' hands reached out to his, tapping softly over the table in a wordless plea for connection (something more common than it had been in the past - anchoring the woman played a big part in trying to put together the pieces of the broken thing that Melissa had been when left under Mark's care). The girl left her palm over his, warm from holding the tea and the gesture felt nice - comforting, even.
"This is a judgement free zone, okay? You don't get to call yourself a failure when I'm hiding downstairs. What would that make me? Failed actress cowering in the shadows and freeloading off friends with actual jobs?" Melissa asked with a pointed glare - and although she believed every single word of that statement, it held no bitterness or regret. In fact, she smiled at the ending while her hand squeezed his softly for emphasis.
"All I'm saying is that there is a lot of things I find around that could be put to better use - if you want. Looks like you either won them or bought them, and it feels like a shame to leave them gathering dust. It's also... Incredibly boring when you are at work so I may have been fixating on this," a subtle blush appeared, and Melissa momentarily averted her gaze - that explained everything, in a way. If the woman wasn't quite literally a burden in his house, she wouldn't be going through all the rooms, cabinets and boxes like a discount Marie Kondo.
"You don't need to fix anything - but if you do, I promise to be your gym buddy," the brunette offered quietly, once more looking at him and reaching out with the other arm - as if they were making some sort of promise or deal right then, over fancy tea cups that helped push some of the intrusive thoughts away. Melissa had improved considerably since Devon rescued her - and without realizing it, all she wanted was to pay that kindness forward to Mark.
It's hard not to be melancholy around most people, but Melissa fulfils a kind of comfortable quality that Mark isn't used to any more around anyone but his sister. He supposes it has to do with the period in his life she'd occupied-- Melissa had been a presence when things were so much simpler-- but that doesn't make the whole thing any less jarring from a macro perspective. She makes one mention of a "gym" and Mark cringes in a way that's more playful than he's been in a long time, and it's almost like he's possessed when he jokes, "Oh, yeah-- I saw 'em 'cause I definitely still go to the gym all the time."
He doesn't, of course. The clothes that would signify that aspect of him were only remnants of the life he led before he moved to Baird Creek. But Melissa accepts this truth about his shortcomings with enough grace that Mark hardly feels any shame for it; the only time he feels bad is because he's sure he could be doing more than just housing her and offering idle conversation, not because of anything Melissa's done in particular.
After all these years, Mark finds it impossible to think Melissa's done anything wrong. Hell, it's more touching than frustrating that she's offering to help him get off his ass, even if the way he half-chokes on his tea at her mention of the elliptical might say otherwise.
"Wait," he starts, sputtering some and jamming his fist against his chest, "are you serious?
"I'm not-- look at me, Mel. This is the picture of white guy failure."
Honestly, the only good he's done in the past year since Gemma's passing is start working for Lumon. For all that he's clueless of the actual goings on, being able to work in the corporate archives division feels significant, especially for a company so influential in the founding and history of his home state. And all pretentious reasoning aside, it's been paying the bills (quite literally, in terms of the subsidised housing) way better than his teaching job ever did.
"I mean, I'll fix the elliptical for you no problem, but I..."
You what, Mark? Have no time to exercise because you're too busy drinking your brain to oblivion? Come on, man.
He sighs, rubbing lightly at the side of his neck. "...I probably need to shape up, huh?"
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jojikawa · 5 years ago
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💎 SUMMARY: -♥-♡--^[ Izuku allows himself to be persuaded an manipulated by an attractive female villain using her quirk to cloud his judgement and hide her true nature ]^--♡-♥-
💎PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya/Reader
💎WORD COUNT: 2,416 words 12,951 characters
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You were apart of the League of Villains. Just a mere school girl like your friend, Toga. It wasn’t until you joined them when you met her. You guys would get along fine and would have fun annoying Dabi together and you trusted her enough to willingly give her a blood sample so that she could impersonate you if needed. 
➢One
Two
Three (soon)
After U.A. getting so much attention from the Sports Festival, Shigarki had ordered you to enroll in the school and be a continuous spy for the League. Toga would assist you during the Licensing Exam. 
Getting into the school was easy and smooth. Shigaraki had some underground workers forge recommendations for you and the main group of class 1-A automatically liked you with the exception of Katsuki Bakugo. He just rubbed you the wrong way and no matter what you did to charm him he just couldn’t stand the fact that you’d also associate with Izuku. 
Over sometime, it had become obvious that Izuku was with All Might somehow, just like Tomura had described to you. You needed to figure out why exactly. The best way to get things out of him would be to see how well your quirk works on him. Your experiments went something like this:
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You waited until Izuku was alone. You noticed that he would run off and speak to All Might. You didn’t hear much but it came to your attention that he did not know how to use his quirk. He often hurt himself and tried to cover it up. It was a sunny spring day and the conditions for stalking the adorable little Izuku was more than perfect.
You watched him train for a bit before revealing yourself. Seeing him so hard at work sparked the ‘Alpha’ in you. You wanted to be the one who could tame this power he harnessed. 
“Izuku~” You called out to him. He recognized your voice! The scent of the area changed. It smelled...sweet. Izuku didn’t exactly know you but the scent of you and your presence made him feel comfortable and at ease.
“(l-l/n)-chan!” He replied with a stutter but before he could turn around you snaked your arms around his waist and pulled yourself close to him. The feeling of your breasts against his back enticed him and made him melt on the inside. He was getting contact with the new pretty girl. 
“What are you doing out here all by yourself?” You questioned, releasing him from your grasp. He turned around, face red from blushing and more awkward than ever. He was trying to come up with an excuse to throw you off but your stare was so alluring and hypnotic.
"I-I'm just practicing! What are you doing here? I thought I would have more privacy." He muttered, rubbing the nape of his neck and looking off to the left, as he was too shy to maintain eye contact.
"Practicing?" You tilted your head in an adorable way. "For the licensing exam?" You pretended to think for a moment. You knew what he was doing.
Izuku nodded. "Yeah! There's going to be a physical test so I wanted to be ready!" He told you. "Were you trying to find a place to practice too, (l/n)-chan? If you want, I can leave-"
You moved closer to him and silenced him by placing your hands on his chest. "Please, Izuku, call me (y/n). And I was hoping I could do it with you." You chirped with a smile. Your smile made him feel tingly inside. “With me? I thought you’d want to do it with someone else. Maybe with Uraraka or-”
“No, silly. You need to have more faith in yourself. We just met but I can already tell you’re being more than just modest. I saw your performance at the festival. There’s no one else I’d rather train with.” 
This made this Izuku ecstatic on this inside. But he couldn’t shake this feeling that he was in danger. He assumed the feeling came from how you interrupting him in his thought and might’ve heard is talk with All Might, but he didn’t want to assume things about you. “Wow, (y/n), that means a lot.” He blushed deepened and he didn’t deny your touch.
You grinned. It was working. Your quirk was nicknamed “Love and Beauty” It’s passive allowed you to get closer to others without trying and it’s main power allowed you to keep someone infatuated with you. Some emotions can cut your power off such as a natural disliking, explaining why Katsuki Bakugo seems to be immune right now. Maybe when he softens up it can work. 
“Good”
From that day forward, you gave Izuku extra attention but you would make yourself scarce, allowing him to miss you. He noticed that you called him “Izuku” and not “Deku” or “Midoriya”. It was off-putting at first but he grew to like the sound of his name more and more. 
You had realized that you were making a lot of the first moves and felt that maybe you came on a little too strong?
The other students saw the way Deku would act without you. He seemed like he was almost on edge and often zoned out. It was obvious he was developing Separation Anxiety. A side effect of your quirk. You knew that if someone you used it on started acting indifferent then it was working.
Ochaco was the first to figure out what could've been going on. Izuku had a crush on you and you most likely felt the same way if spend so much time with him in private. She disliked that he had been throwing away his social life to master his quirk and then kiss up to you.
She waited until the end of the class talk to him about it.
"Deku!" She spoke cheerfully. "We're all going to the mall again soon. Would you wanna go this time? Aizawa said he would have Principal Nezu beef up security so that we can have a good time!" She explained with her school supplies in hand.
Izuku grimaced and scratched the back of his head. "Oh, hey, Uraraka! I would love to go but I promised (y/n) that we would hang out after school hours." He laughed awkwardly and fiddled with the bandages around his fingers. This made Ochaco frown. "Are you sure, Deku? You haven't really been yourself lately. We don't really hang out anymore."
"I've just been caught up with studying and training. (y/n)'s been a really big help. She always takes care of my injuries so that I'm not always held up at Recovery Girl's office." Izuku smiled his usual smile at the thought of you soothing his wounds. "I understand but-" Ochaco's words were cut off by your appearance.
Without a word, you had snaked your way behind Izuku. Any normal person would have been startled but it was almost like he expected it. "What's taking so long, Izu?" You asked him in a firm but sweet voice with your gaze on the girl in front of you. Your eyes were piercing Ochaco like a sword. "(y/n)! I was just talking to Uraraka. She was inviting us to hang out at the mall today." Izuku replied.
Really, she had invited him, not you but-
"Sorry, we can't do the mall today. Maybe next time. I'll be waiting outside for you, Izu~" you let go of your boy toy and left the room, making sure to let your eyes linger on Ochaco.
She was cute and a good friend but you feared she would figure out your true intent if you hung around her too much. Once you were out of sight, Ochaco continued. 
Izuku blushed and laughed nervously. “I-I kinda think she likes me!” 
“Deku, can’t you see the way she’s acting. No girl that likes you would keep you away from your friends. Since when was the last time we all hung out together? She’s not good for you.” She lamented. 
But her cries fell on deaf ears. Izuku’s system had already been compromised from your quirk. “I’m sorry, Uraraka but it’s all just for the licensing exam.” He reassured her. “I can try talking to (y/n) about hanging out with you guys until then. She's so good at what she does. Whenever I get hurt, she's always there to patch me up. She’s just shy!” He explained. 
Ochaco could tell that she may not have gotten through to him but she had to believe in him and she could live with that. It hurt that Izuku was being charmed by another girl. It was so obvious. Izuku inspired her so much and she wanted to be the one and now a sad prang sat in her chest because she had lost a game that she didn’t know she was apart of. You were so beautiful and your energy was so enticing.
“Alright, Izuku. We’ll see you soon. Please don’t keep us waiting too long.” She smiled kindly and left accordingly. “A-Alright!”
When Ochaco passed you on the way out, she didn’t make eye contact, nor did she even breath in your direction. You had picked up on her subtle feelings for Izuku but it was too bad she was in the crossfire. 
“H-Hey! Sorry for taking so long.” He ran over to you with his things in hand. Without a word, you gave him your bag of books, which he was happy to carry. “No problem, Izu~” 
The two of you began walking. You skipped and twirled around, occasionally glazing and giggling at the green-haired boy.
"So, what type of training are we focusing on today? I think I'm getting better at using small portions of my quirk so that I don't get hurt." He spoke, breaking the silence.
You looked directly at him. A brief silence before he went on. "N-Not that I don't like it when you take care of me. I appreciate you helping out so much."
"Mmm...nope!" you sped up your pace, ushering Izuku to speed up at well. "No? Oh, well, since we're free today, do you...think we can hang out with my friends sometimes? I know Kacchan scares you and it's hard for you to open up but I promise their good people." He cheered, happily. Your facial expression didn't change. You just wore a semi-fake smile.
He was definitely adorable and you didn't want to say no but getting caught up with the other kids could get you into a lot of trouble..
"If you're talking about today, then no. I have something else in mind...like the park." You moved closer look him and linked your arm with his. "I have a small surprise."
Izuku blushed at your closeness and huffed. "Okay then."
Once you got to the park, you found some clean ground under a tree and instructed Izuku to sit your things there.
It was such a beautiful day. The sun was perfect and made your skin look so radiant. The cool spring breeze was refreshing and Izuku couldn't help but bask in your presence. You were truly amazing to him.
So beautiful, understanding, and supportive. You felt so comfortable to be around and he could always smell this pleasant scent while around you.
Maybe this is what love was beginning to feel like.
You sat on the ground. "Come, Izu." You commanded and like the obedient pup he was, he listened.
"I have something important to talk to you about." You took his calloused hands into your soft delicate ones. His friends were going to become a problem soon. Your quirk would wear off if his feelings for you became too complex. You had to seal the deal.
Izuku furrowed his eyebrows. He wanted to feel happy but a nagging feeling on the back of his head didn't want him to. "Is it about-"
You silence him by squeezing his hand lightly and taking a deep breath. "It's not school-related or even exam related. I've spent a lot of time with you since coming to U.A. Before you, I've never had any friends or even someone I liked. I've been casted away and bullied for my looks but you bypass all of that and accept me for who I am." You stopped for a brief moment to locked eyes with him. He used this as a moment to get a word in.
"Of course (y/n)!...You're beautiful! Whoever thinks otherwise doesn't know what they're missing."
He didn't actually mean for that second part to come out. At this point, Izuku was allowing your intoxicating smell to infiltrate his senses. He interlocked his fingers with yours. His scarred skin being so rough in contrast to yours.
"Oh, Izu~" You leaned forward, so close that he could feel the ghost of your lips touching his.
He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to taste your sweet lips so badly.
You let go of his hands and cupped his face.
"You will make an amazing #1 hero. You deserve so mu-" before you could finish your speech, he kissed you.
Izuku just couldn't take it anymore. His hands reluctantly wrapped around your waist. You've used your quirk to charm other guys but you've never let one kiss you.
It felt so real.
He bit at your lip, asking to use tongue and you let him in. The kiss was so gentle and passionate.
When it came to needing air, you finally stopped. The boy back away, huffing and puffing from lack of breath.
Now it was your turn to blush. You placed your hands on you cheeks, as you felt them heating up. "Izu..." You whispered, nervously.
Izuku's eyes widened. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to—" He reached out to you but you just turned away slightly.
"I didn't know you were such a good kisser. I can't believe you stole my first kiss!"
"Y-Your first kiss?" He repeated. You giggled madly. "Yes! I took you for a timid one. I thought I was gonna be making all the first moves. You sure did prove me wrong."
"W-Well, I-I don't know what came over me. It just felt...right." He said, honestly. You cocked an eyebrow toward him. "Right? It felt right?"
"Y-Yeah, like...it was supposed to happen."
This was too easy.
"Like fate? So what does that make you and me?" You asked innocently but you already knew the answer.
"I want to be more than just friends! I want to be your boyfriend!"
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concerningwolves · 5 years ago
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Sorry about being vague last night. I was asking about sign language. I don't know sign language and I didn't want a bad source when I describe movements. I get anxious if I just look up sources online about disabilities, so I try to ask people with said disability for their sources.
That’s okay! I’ve just looked at your reblog, and I get where you’re coming from now.  I totally get that searching online is overwhelming – especially if you can’t verify the source, and don’t know enough to make a critical judgement about it yourself – so I’ve taken this as an opportunity to put together a masterpost. (Which I’ve admittedly been meaning to do for like, half a year? a long time, anyway. oops 😅)
Sign Language-Related Resources
For describing sign language and understanding the culture that surrounds it, and knowing how to put this into your writing, this masterpost includes resources that cover as many sign languages as I could find. The source material ranges from YouTube videos to online dictionaries; non-fiction books on the subject to novels that I thought did a great job of representing sign language; and other stuff in between that I think might be helpful.  
  Last updated: 23.06.2020
To start with, I’m going to direct you to some resources that I’ve made myself, all right here on Tumblr: 
#sign language tag
#deaf characters tag 
Sign Language F.A.Q 
Those tags have a lot of links, infographics and posts that I’ve collected over the three years I’ve been here; the F.A.Q addresses some common questions I’ve received. 
DEAF YOUTUBERS 
Jessica Kellgren-Fozard | BSL / SSE | English – I recc her videos a lot, but that’s because her YT account really is a goldmine of resources. Whether you want to know about deafness, chronic illness, vintage fashion, disability-related issues, queer history or makeup (or more!), she has you covered. Some playlists/videos you might find helpful are: 
Sign Language Tutorials (playlist) – what it says on the tin. A playlist full of tutorials on sign language. They’ll help you get a basic understanding of BSL (British Sign Language) and SSE (Sign Supported English), if you’re interested. 
My Sign Language Story (video) – Talks about her own experience with sign language, deafness, and the importance of making sign language more widely known. Worth watching just to give you a good idea of what sign language (in this case, Sign Supported English) looks like in conjunction with speech. Note how the signs are incorporated into her body language. 
Nyle DiMarco | ASL | American – Haven’t watched his videos (only a few for the purposes of this ask), but he’s a prominent Deaf activist and model with a really extensive selection of videos on American Sign Language and Deaf culture (American-centric). 
Representation Matters: Why Deaf Actors Should Play Deaf Characters (video) – DiMarco explains why it’s important for deaf actors to play deaf characters. This may seem irrelevant in light of what you’re asking, but I think this video has a lot of value because it shows you the nuances of sign language and the importance of considering ASL culture when speaking/writing about sign language. 
[TEDx] Making Education Accessible to Deaf Children – Again, great to watch to see how ASL looks in action. As with Jessica’s My Sign Language Story video, note how the sign language and body language intersect. (And also a very valuable and educational video in its own right; it gives you a look at what the Deaf community is like around the world and the difficulties faced in language acquisition for young deaf people). 
Dr. Bill Vicars | ASL | American – His YouTube is dedicated to self-study and providing free ASL resources for interpreters, students, parents of deaf children, and anyone else who wants a reliable way to learn ASL without the cost. 
MISC. YOUTUBE VIDEOS
Maltesers | Theo’s Dog – Maltesers advert featuring a funny conversation in BSL between two friends. The whole lighter side of life series of adverts brings me a lot of joy whenever they’re on. Note how there aren’t exact closed captions for everything they say – at the end, the one in the flowery shirt asks “how?” and the other just motions. That’s the sort of dialogue that would seep out into the body language descriptions when you’re writing signed dialogue.
ASL Conversation – How ASL looks in a casual conversation (i.e., when the speaker isn’t addressing an audience or talking with a preformative aspect. Just two people having a good old natter). 
BSL Dinner chat – A deaf toddler (two years old) chats with her mum over dinner. Again, this is an example of spontaneous chatter, but it also shows you the differences in how children sign vs adults 
BSL Imaginary Play – from the same people as the last video, two years on. Note how the sign language works in a group conversation. 
WEBSITES & DICTIONARIES 
BSL Zone – a brilliant site from the British Sign Language Broadcasting Trust. Here you’ll find TV series and documentaries commissioned specifically for a Deaf/BSL-speaking audience. 
signbsl.com – a free dictionary of British Sign Language 
Handspeak.com – free dictionary of American Sign Language 
Spread the Sign – an international online dictionary for sign languages around the world 
BOOK RECS: FICTION 
The Shape of Water by Daniel Kraus and Guillermo del Toro – The MC, Elisa, is mute, but this book is an excellent example of how you can write sign language in a way that differentiates it from verbal speech without othering. 
The Quality of Silence by Rosamund Lupton –  A great book, told from the POV of a deaf child and her mother. Another one in which I loved the way sign language was written. 
BOOK RECS: NON-FICTION 
British Sign Language: Teach Yourself by Paul Redfern and Deafworks – this is the book I’m using to (very slowly) regain my fluency in BSL! 
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prrsephoni · 5 years ago
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I'm bi and I keep feeling so invalidated because my family isn't very accepting and I feel like my bi/lgbt friends don't accept me either because I'm not one of those "I love all woman and one man lol" people and I definitely prefer men to women and I don't have like a bi-cycle or whatever they call and it's been making me feel suicidal because I don't have support from my lgbt friends or my non lgbt friends.
Nonnie I am sorry you go through all of this. I can understand you. I do have a preference for men but at the same time I have a girl I love for 4 years now. Nobody knows about her because I am not open to fight about my sexuality or feelings with anyone. I do want to tell them but it feels like I can’t. I really don’t know if I have a right answer for you but what I do at this point is staying out of lgbt talks in general.
Why? At this point I feel like both groups look for a way to label you and judge you depending on your sexuality. Mostly this whole hate towards bisexuality coming not only from the homophobic community BUT ALSO from the homosexual one. Like I am sorry that is not safe space and if neither of those groups can’t accept the fact that bisexual people have preferences and feelings it’s not my problem. 
I just don’t open discussions like that and deny to let them LABEL ME and honestly since I do that I feel much more free. I plan on telling my family when I move out and have my own life where their judgement and my feelings won’t crash on a daily basis. But for now I just have numbed myself. I can’t bother to let others judge me and like that I fully deny to get into this situations of having to explain them who I am and what I feel. Idc if sb is part of the lgbt community or not. At this point non lgbt people and lgbt people ZONE PEOPLE OUT. Neither of them are a safe space to me and I do not feel guilty for not getting into those kinda conversations. 
That is what personally helped a lot. That is how I found my own inner peace atm. Ofc I feel sad sometimes bcs I know I can’t talk to some people I love about those issues but at least I have my peace and people can see other traits I have other than yk with who I would I sleep with.
Again idk if I can help a lot. People would argue that you shouldn’t avoid talking about how you feel because you’re valid and YOU ARE like many bisexual people but many people including myself are not open to let others judge me for my preferences but what I can tell you is that YOU ONLY KNOW what you feel for yourself and who you are. If your lgbt friends can’t accept that you have a preference for men than honestly fuck them. If your non lgbt friends can’t accept you find women attractive also fuck them. You don’t owe them an explanation. 
If my girlfriend managed to accept that I have a preference for men like she herself has a preference too than others can. You matter and you don’t owe anyone a justification about what you feel. 
I hope I could help you evena bit nonnie
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banditthewriter · 6 years ago
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So I've been spending time with this guy on and off I met at the bar. He kind of interfered when my ex decided to be an ass. I am really starting to like him but he is kind...I don't know how to put it other than he is like CN in he's a good guy but his 'group' is into some shady shit. So my question to you and I hope I don't offend...how do you justify the bad stuff CN may do? I really am starting to fall for this guy bad.
Hey darling. Obviously I know exactly what you’re going through and I just want you to know that I am always here if you want to talk. 
As for your question... it’s something that I’ve fought with a lot internally. And sometimes him and I have fought about it. It’s been on the table since we first met because he doesn’t hide his affiliations. And at first it was kind of just friends and I’m friends with people that are involved in a lot of shit and I’m not going to judge them for it. But you’re right... it gets to you when you realize you’re falling for them.
Chaotic Neutral, outside of his gang, is an amazing guy. He’s kind and loving and thoughtful and accepting and just... so much more than I ever thought I’d have. He loves me and wants nothing but the best for me. I try to keep it separate but I know he’s one in the same.
For me? Who am I to judge? I slept with people for money, I did so many drugs that I basically became a periodic table. I did... a lot of horrible things that I regret so much. And I did those things just for me, for fun, because I could.
There’s so much to CN and his affiliations that I can’t really explain but they are good people that are just mixed up in bad stuff. And like I said... CN is an amazing person; he wouldn’t be involved with them if they were all bad, you know?
My suggestion/advice? As much as I want to tell you to take the guy at face value separate from his affiliations, you can’t pretend that it’s not there. You have to look at it at a whole and ask yourself where your line is. Not just that though, you need to keep to that line.
CN knows where my line is. He knows at what point I’ll say enough is enough, no matter how much I love him. We have talked about it on length and we do not shy from those tough conversations. 
It’s about being happy but it’s also about being safe. About being able to look yourself in the mirror and not flinching. About looking at this person and saying “there is more to them than the worse things they have done” and holding to that. It’s about making an informed decision to continue.
And I don’t just mean this from a relationship point of view. I mean it as friends as well. Sometimes you have to make a decision that a friendship, relationship, whathaveyou is not good and must be cut out. It’s not easy but sometimes it’s all you can do.
I feel like I’m rambling so much but honestly I’m a bit of an emotional mess when it comes to Chaotic Neutral right now. I love him so much but I’m not naive or ignorant. I know who he is. And I know he’s more than his affiliations. He shows me that every day.
Like I said, if you ever want to talk I am here for you. 100%. On anon or off. I am a judgement free zone. And sometimes it can help to have someone who has been where you are.
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monstersmouth · 2 years ago
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Hey, you can call me Monster or Jonny. This is my fucked up porn blog and horny dumping ground. Dark fantasies and probably unhealthy coping mechanisms. I'm a bisexual switch. Read my FAQ under the cut.
Interests: Gore/Guro, Vore, Cannibalism*, Food control*, impact play, blood play, knifeplay, guns, weaponry in general, blasphemy, intoxication*, dehumanization, degredation, humiliation, praise, and monsterfucking.
*See FAQ
Turn offs- age play and sexualized regression, raceplay, the titles "daddy/mommy", incest play, cnc/consent play.
DNI- Minors (and no dms from anyone under 20), Nazis, Terfs, Homophobes, ect, and people who's blog is mostly focused on consent play (not a judgement, just not my thing). I also probably won't follow back if you feature a lot of stuff on my turnoffs list.
I don't believe in "problematic kinks" as long as everyone involved is a consenting adult, so this is a judgement free zone.
FAQ Below. Read it before sending me a message.
Why are Cannibalism, Food Control and Intoxication asterisked?
They require a bit more explaination. Mostly because Cannibalism and intoxication often have themes of non-consent, and that's not my thing.
Cannibalism as an act of making someone part of yourself, and consentual. Honestly it's something I would consider irl in extremely niche circumstances were it legal. Intoxication as in getting drunk or high to increase sensation and make oneself pliant- going into it fully soberly consenting, not someone spiking a drink or something.
For food control, that's more specific. I have an eating disorder. I cope by sexualizing it. If you find this post from the ED community, don't lie to yourself and pretend half the community doesn't also do it, even if they keep it to themselves. I see the way they write those "light and dainty" imagines, talking about much bigger and stronger people finally taking interest. I'm not stupid and neither are you.
I'm not into starving others, I'm into being encouraged to keep starving myself. And, if you're dealing with these feelings you should probably seek help before engaging with it as a kink. But that's just my opinion. I won't be giving tips.
What the fuck you'd do Cannibalism irl??
I just think that if my buddy is getting a body part amputated and he wants to grill it up and share it, that should be legal. Full body autonomy for everyone, including the weird fuckshit. Yeah I'd try it.
What's your gender?
Transmasc fucking thing. More monster than person.
You violated my DNI
Genuinely sorry about that, I'll delete/unlike the post and if our overall DNIs are incompatible (as in, it wasn't a specific post that was DNI, but your whole blog), I'll go ahead and block you after I remove the offending interaction. I believe in total consent in these spaces and I would never intentionally cross a boundary like that. Shit does happen though, so I acknowledge the harm and will fix it before making sure I can't cross that line again. Thank you for bringing it up to me.
I found your main!
No you didn't. I don't have any other blogs, just this one.
Can I send you pics/Do you send pics?
Yeah, just don't do face reveal. I ask you not post my shit elsewhere, but that's all. I give blanket consent to send whatever you want to me, as long as it's legal.
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sheisrecovering · 8 years ago
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The thing is... I don't know what happened. He says he didn't rape me because I said I wanted him before... but when it happened I asked him over and over to stop. That happened when I was 16 and I'm 21 now.. I'm still confused. I feel like if I tell anyone they'll just say that I'm an idiot. Idk.
Hi darling. I want you to know that what happened to you is not your fault. You are not an idiot. I heavily sympathize with your situation. You’re not wrong for feeling confused; even five years later. What he did was wrong. What he did to you was rape. No matter who tries to turn it around and blame it on you; it is NOT your fault.
Coercion is NOT consent.Consent now is NOT consent later.Stop means STOP.Rape is ALWAYS the rapist’s fault.
Rape and the lack of support that unfortunately most survivors suffer through after an assault can easily cause feelings of confusion, anger, doubt, guilt, low self worth, etc. You are 100% safe here and I’m really proud of you for reaching out.
Breaking the silence is a huge step for survivors and always looks different for everyone. It’s important to know that the healing process takes a lot of time and patience and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Dissociating while speaking about trauma is also extremely common, but being present in the moment is one of the keys to communicating effectively and to experience healing.
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Talking about rape is difficult to say the absolute least and it’s anxiety-inducing to think about possible reactions from others, but it can help soooo much with the healing process. I will always say there is no right or wrong way to open up about trauma, but I do have some tips that have helped me a ton in my own recovery journey. You don’t have to open up to anyone unless you want to or feel ‘ready’ to. It’s always up to you to decide how much you’re comfortable sharing.
• Think about what you want to say. You can practice writing, speaking to a mirror, or even practice speaking to a pet about your trauma (this is my personal favourite because you build confidence in a judgement-free zone with a great pal). It’s also always an option to send someone a letter if you don’t feel comfortable speaking face-to-face.
• Consider who you find trustworthy in your life that you can open up to such as a parent, family member, school counselor, doctor, etc. Sometimes our parents can’t offer all of the support we need even when they want to help. Know that if this happens to you, it is not a reflection of you or your worth.
• Try to predict any possible reactions they could have. Sometimes people will ask questions that cross your personal boundaries, and it’s important to express your honest feelings. Saying something as simple as “I don’t feel comfortable talking about that” should shut it down immediately. 
• We can’t always predict how people are going to react, no matter how well we know them. Some people will react with anger and some people will be offensive or hurtful. Know that you have no obligation to explain to those people.
• Prep some self care ideas or a routine for after the talk. Dissociation is quite common when speaking about trauma even when everything goes well, so give yourself some much needed rest and love.
• Explore options outside of your current routine that could be useful in recovery such as free support groups, forums, etc. You can never have too much support !!!!
More:
• Coping with Sexual Trauma• Coping With Traumaversaries• Recommended Recovery Books• What To Do When You Can’t Afford Therapy• 81 Resources When You Can’t Afford a Therapist
Again darling, this is your survivor story. You get to decide who you want to talk to, and how much you want to share. You’re so courageous for reaching out and I just want you to know I stand with you. I’m here for you. 💜💕
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sebastiansluts · 2 years ago
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Old Anon Ask
Can I get a sequel to the x-over post of steve, lee, seb, bucky and Charles bukkake gangbang with Steve coming to the reader later annoyed and angry that she's off the table as product now. He noncons the reader taking out his frustrations on her while telling her about all the things he would have done to her, feeds on her fear. Lee eventually comes in to join, smug that he won a bet with the others about how steve would react. Dealers choice for kinks I love them all tbh ♡
oh my god i just looked at how long it's been since this was sent in and i am so fucking sorry it's taken so long life and everything just got so overwhelming i can't even begin to explain it. but i'm writing now and here we are!!!!!
Steve Kemp x Reader; noncon, restraints, cuffs, face slapping, degradation, smothering, choking, knife kink, blood kink, use of knife- one cut, mentions of cannibalism
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
“Fucking bastards, all of them. And you, you fucking, pathetic, bitch,” Steve spat at you, walking towards the mattress you were cowering on naked, your ankle cuffed and chained to the middle of the floor. You pressed yourself against the wall, hiding behind your hair but Steve just got down and crawled after you. He yanked you by the ankle, dragging you down the mattress until you were underneath him, squirming. 
Steve slapped you, your cheek tingling as he grazed his fingers down your jaw, gripping tightly and forcing you to look at him. “If it weren’t for you, being a fucking slut earlier, I’d have enough product for this week. But you just had to go and turn out to be Lee’s fucking wet dream, desperate for cum and ‘a perfect face for piss’,” he mocked, imitating Lee’s drawl as he released your chin, shoving you back onto the mattress. 
Steve grabbed your wrists, pinning them next to your head, as he sneered down at you. “I had so many plans for you,” he hissed, straddling your hips and putting his nose to yours. You shook with fear, and his eyes brightened, leaning back from you as he sat up on his heels. 
“I guess not all of my plans have to go awry,” Steve grinned and reached down, holding your wrists in one hand and undoing his jeans with the other. You tried to cry out, but he quickly covered your mouth. “I don’t want to hear a fucking sound out of you right now.” 
You barely held back a whimper as Steve pressed the tip of his dick to your entrance, then shoved in. A strangled groan escaped you and he thrust again, pressing his hand harder to your mouth. Tears pricked at your eyes and he laughed as you grabbed his shoulders, finally realizing your hands were free. 
“Where’s the little slut now?” Steve asked mockingly, leaning down and nosing against your ear, whispering into it. “What happened to that desperate little thing that couldn’t wait to be fucked by so many men? Not so fun when you realize no one’s letting you go, hmm? Not so fun when you find out we’re keeping you?”
You shivered underneath Steve, his lips brushing your skin, your body traitorously warming up even as you shook with fear. He slid his hand away from your mouth, down your throat, pressing in lightly. 
“Oh princess, if you knew what I had planned for you…” Steve bit down on your earlobe, harder and harder until you were crying out with pain. “Fine, fine, I’ll tell you, if you’re so damn curious,” he muttered as you sniffled, trying to keep quiet.
“You think this was the worst of it? You think fucking you was the worst thing that I could do to you? Granted, five men at once is intimidating for most people, not a filthy slut like you of course,” Steve said as he thrust hard again and you wailed, unable to help it as he hit your spot. But the sound choked off as he pushed down hard on your throat. 
“I said I didn’t want a fucking sound! Jesus you’re a dumb little slut too,” he griped and you tried to draw in air, struggling around his hand. “As I was saying, five men is a lot for normal people, but you’re not normal are you princess. No, I see it now, you’re not just pieces of meat for me to cut up and sell, maybe sample, no one would know. But I was wrong, no, you’re a real desperate whore, a sellout, willing to do anything to stay alive.” 
You shuddered beneath Steve, tears leaking steadily from your eyes, fear and confusion and arousal and shame filling you up as much as his cock rocking in and out of your cunt. 
“I was gonna take you apart piece by piece princess, metaphorically and then literally, but I guess I’ll have to fucking settle for the metaphor. But who says a metaphor can’t leave marks.” Steve reached into the pocket of his pants, pulling out a mini switchblade, flipping it open as your eyes widened and you tried to pull away. 
“Well, well, what’ve we got here?” came a low drawl, and Steve’s head dropped in exasperation, his hand holding the switchblade pausing in the air. 
“None of your fucking business Lee,” Steve growled, rutting into you as his hand clenched on the handle of the knife. “Get out of here, it’s my damn turn.” 
“Actually Steve, your turn is just about up. So get to gettin’ and leave the poor girl,” Lee said lightly but firmly, and you could just see him over Steve’s shoulder, staring at you. He chuckled darkly, Steve tensing above you in response. "Told those other boys that you'd end up like this, and boy was I right!"
Steve muttered under his breath and pushed himself up to his hands above you, fucking you quick and dirty, moans falling from your lips with every thrust. “I’ll fucking show them, fucking show you, all of you,” he muttered, and then there was a flash of pain in your chest and you cried out, looking down, seeing blood trickling from your breast, a short thin line sliced into it. 
Lee stepped towards you but Steve tossed the bloody switchblade to the floor, stopping him. He bent his head, sucking at the blood welling up from your cut and you cried out at the strange pulling sensation, core and muscles tightening everywhere.
Steve moaned, licking up the blood as it continued to bead above your tit, sucking a deep mark around the cut as he came, filling your cunt with his cum, shooting deep inside you before stilling. 
“Fuck Steve, we said we weren’t gonna hurt her,” Lee huffed, and Steve grinned lazily, meeting your wide blown eyes. 
“You broke a promise, I broke a promise. Fair’s fair,” he said as he pushed himself off you, standing and fixing his pants before bending and picking up his knife, folding it and pocketing it. “I’ll be here whenever you need a release princess,” he called to you, still frozen in shock and horror on the mattress.
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