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mjolnirswriststrap · 2 months

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Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.�� He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

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tellodona · 4 months

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i saw anon ask this in my inbox, but i accidentally deleted it 😭 i hope anon would see this !

the brothers seeing mc use sfx makeup

heads up: gn!mc, swearing in lucifer's

lucifer

he hasn't seen you all day, so he assumes you haven't left your room

hm. he has spare time. what's wrong with checking in on you?

he knocks on your door, and patiently waits for you to open it

when you do, what greets him is the sight of you with blood everywhere on your face

your makeup had your left eye blackened out (you just closed it) with fake blood dripping right out of it. and you even took the liberty of making yourself paler than usual

mc. what. the. fuck.

right of the bat, he could smell toxins on your face, and deduced it was makeup

but that still doesn't stop him from freezing over

"lucifer... are you okay?"

"*clears his throat* yes, i am, mc. are you perhaps trying... very detailed makeup?"

he has mixed feelings about it

one, wow, you're talented, good job, you almost scared him, mc

second, the blood reminded him too much of something and someone

"mc... please give me a heads up when you try this... sfx makeup, if you would"

that would depend

mammon

he had a big win in one of the casinos he frequents, so of course you had to know too!

he stomps towards your door and barges into your roon without much of a warning

you flinched and accidentally got lipstick on your teeth, so look turned and glared at him

he SCREAMS

"MC WHAT THE HELL??????????"

you had makeup to look like your face was burnt, and it looked too realistic for his liking. with your glare, it made you look more terrifying

he was shaking in his place because he got so scared-

ehem! the GREAT mammon doesn't get scared, okay?!

still though, you sigh and you should gently apologize to him

"mc, you scared the bejeebers outta me! i- i mean... i was surprised! just surprised! this're the things you gotta tell me, alright?!"

from then on he learnt how to knock. but it's more like slamming on your door impatiently

leviathan

because of the extent of his knowledge in cosplaying, you wanted his opinion on something about your makeup. like the color of your eye contacts maybe

you knock on his door, and when he doesn't answer, you hear faint sounds of a game going off inside, so you took the liberty of going inside

there he was, busy in front of his computer on a game that probably just came out an hour ago

you waited for him to finish, so when he did, you called out his name

he flinched, sighing, "mc, you have to stop scaring-"

he turns around and pales

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

he threw his controller at you, which hit you square in the face

we are NOT forgetting about the fact that he's a literal grand admiral

of course you're falling down on your bum

"m- m- m- mc, i'm so sorry!!!!!!"

literally on his knees begging for forgiveness

after a while, the both of you calm down

he finally takes into detail with your sfx makeup, which looks like you were drowned in the sea and you had tears coming out of your eyes

"maybe gray would look great... or blue?"

he'd help with whatever you need, just don't scare him like that again, normie!

satan

he'd recently borrow a book from the human world from you, finished it in one sitting, and wanted to return it to you

he knocks on your door, and when you told him to come in, he did

you were in front of your mirror, but he wasn't in the angle to see your reflection

"mc, i wanted to return your book- oh."

you returned around, looking at him curiously

your makeup made an illusion where your face seemingly split apart in the middle, one side was crying, and one side was angry

it hit home for him, despite the absolute gore of a thing you have on your face right now

he just wore a frown on his face, making you have a feeling of worry, "satan... are you okay?"

he gets out of his head and nods

"i just wanted to return your book. sorry if i'm intruding on something."

you assure him it's fine, and he debates whether to stay or not

he does, he sits on your bed behind you

"what's your inspiration for that, mc?"

asmodeus

you were asking for some makeup suggestions these past few days which was he excited to share with you

"are you going somewhere, mc? oh, oh! can i come? i can, right?!"

you laugh and tell him it depends

it's been two days since you last asked for makeup suggestions, so he assumed you already have them

he skips towards your room with a happy hum, knocking on your door, "mc~ i'm coming in!"

he walks in, smiling brightly

you were just finishing up, and you turned around

he almost hurls

"o- oh... that's what you've been up to, huh?"

you had some sort of crown on top of your head, but it was broken in half. your face had distorted make up on it, scratch marks all over, broken jewels decorated around your face, and some sort of gunshot wound on your forehead

he walks closer to you, his smile coming back, "can i make some suggestions?"

he immediately got hooked

be ready for an impromptu photoshoot

beelzebub

he'd recently receive a coupon for one of the restaurants he always go to that everything will be 25% if you bring someone with you

he immediately thought about you

he happily walks to your room, a smile on his face thinking about how much food he'll be eating and that you would be there with him

he knocks like once, before he just opens your door

"mc, i got a coupon after winning- what are you doing?"

he tilts his head when you look like you were poking at something on your face with a brush

you turn around to find him standing there with said coupon in hand, "what is it, beel?" you ask

but he just freezes

you had yourself look like you were crying, burn marks all over your face, and you wore an eye contact on your right eye to make it look like it went blind

"beel?" you try calling out again

he shakes his head when he stops thinking and the smell of the makeup's toxins flaring in his nose

"oh... uhm. you look great, mc. i didn't know you could do that."

you thank him, and he went on with the tangent about the coupon

he's desperate in subtly ignoring the makeup

belphegor

it's rare, but somehow he got a nightmare

he forgot about it as soon as he woke up, but he was still feeling a little restless

he walks out of his and beel's room and walked downstairs

he finds your light still open, so he immediately decided to make it your problem

he just opens your door without any prior warning and sees you standing by your bed

he raises an eyebrow and calls your name

you turn around and he was dumbfounded

you black and white feathers scattered around your hair, your eyes were depicted to be swollen from crying, your nose is bleeding, a slice on your cheek, and half of your face was burnt

and it felt like his nightmare all over again

"mc...?"

he was frozen over and you had to frantically assure him it was makeup

it took him a while to respond to you, and just nodded

he slept in your bed with you that night

i had some inspirations from the internet, but most of them are little close to home heh

see what i did there?

#well that turned angsty rq #welp #omswd #obey me #anon ask #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

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lyrakanefanaticwriting · 9 days

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WE NEED SOME LYRA AND GRAY HCS 🙏

OKAYYYYY 🤭🤭🤭🙌

- grayson calls her “ms. kane” when he’s teasing her but usually just calls her “my love” or just “love” 🤭

- she’s the only one who can make him blush, and somehow managed to do it in front of his brothers. they all cheered and snapped a photo, but grayson went onto all of their phones and deleted it 💀

- whenever grayson plans a visit with gigi and sav they always make him bring lyra too because they “love her more than him” (in a joking way, but gray still told lyra and she found it funny)

- when grayson first met her parents, lyra forced him to wear a NORMAL outfit (normal pants and a nice shirt) and his brothers were all speechless when he left the house 😭😭

- whenever xander can’t get grayson to agree to something stupid, he always makes lyra ask (and he always say yes to her 🤭)

- he loves giving her nose kisses and she loves giving him forehead kisses

- before gray and lyra became a thing, gray used to wake up at around 5:30, but after they started dating and lyra started sleeping in his bed she made him get up at 7 instead because “nobody should be waking up at that time” (he’s lowk grateful for it though because he ends up feeling more energized when he does wake up)

- THIS ONES MORE A SPECIFIC SITUATION BUT STILL!!

- gray, lyra, avery, libby, max, xan, Jamie, and nash were all swimming in the pool to cool off on a hot day, when suddenly jameson pushes lyra into the pool (they’re besties so it was in a joking way 💀)

- gray gives him a look, and when lyra comes up for air and starts saying “ow, jameson you made me scrape my ankle really hard, I think it’s bleeding” the look turns into a lecture

- lyra puts a hand out for gray to hold and help her out, when suddenly her pained expression turns into a devilish grin. She tugs on his hand, and sends him flying into the pool. everybody starts laughing, when Xander’s eyes go wide and he starts telling lyra to swim to the little stairs thing that gets you out of the pool (help I forgot what it’s called 💀)

- lyra realizes at the same time what everyone else did, that she needed to swim away as fast as she could. why? because she, who is the most average and slow swimmer to ever walk this planet, just pushed a practically olympic swimmer into a pool. NOT a good idea. 💀

- she swims away, going underwater to help her move faster, when her legs suddenly get pulled from behind her. She gets spinned around and is suddenly face to face with grayson. he’s smiling, and has the same devilish expression that lyra wore earlier. taking her up with him for air, he puts an arm under her legs and one on her back and carries her out of the water baby style. xander grins and steps toward grayson, and suddenly he was carrying her ankles, and grayson was holding her arms. they threw her into the pool, and grayson teased her for the rest of the day for being a slow swimmer 🙄💗

- he’s very big on hand placement, so he always has a hand on her thigh or around her waist 🤭🙌

- lyra is a very light sleeper, meanwhile graysons a DEEP sleeper. because of this, lyra could bang pots and pans in the morning and still not wake him up, but if grayson tries to get her head off his chest with even the slightest movement in the morning she’ll immediately wake up 💀

- he’s obsessed with how she looks in dresses with the leg slit (😻) and always tells her how beautiful she looks wearing them

- grayson is in love with lyras voice, so whenever he’s having a panic attack she’s always there whispering sweet things in his ear, or even just stories that she grew up being read, and it always calms him down 😭💗💗

- acacia loves lyra and lyras mom (assuming she has a good relationship with her mom) loves grayson 🫶🫶

- grayson loves to braid lyras hair, so sometimes when she gets out of the shower and is about to go to bed he’ll braid it 💗💗

- grayson loves how she looks in dark red lipstick and can’t stop kissing her whenever she does wear it 🤭🤭

- and she loves how he looks in suits (although she’ll never admit it because she doesn’t want his ego to get somehow bigger 💀)

- grayson always has to lie about how much he spends on clothes/gifts for lyra cuz she’ll be mad if he spends too much 💀

- for example it’d go like this:

- “hey gray, how much did you spend on this necklace you got me?”

-“$60.”

-“are you sure? dont lie”

“……$600”

“are you serious?? that’s way too much to spend on a necklace!”

“okay, then you’re not gonna like the actual price..”

“why? what’s the actual price?”

“…”

“grayson…”

“just… just add one more zero…”

“$6000?????”

- because of that whole thing, she’s somehow convinced him to not spend too much money on her (he still does anyway 💀)

OKAY THATS ALL THANKS FOR THE REQUEST 🫶🫶

#lyra kane #grayson hawthorne #lyra and gray #lyra x grayson #the grandest game #the inheritance games #avery kylie grambs #jameson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #the brothers hawthorne #xander hawthorne #my hcs #jennifer lynn barnes #maxine liu #libby grambs

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whore-tm · 29 days

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1) i swear i thought i was following this blog already😭?? 2) ok so im going to detract a little more the skam austin context bc frankly i don't rmbr much BUT i feel like the point zoya/the writers were trying to touch on was .

Well let's use makeup as an example: if we were to say 'everybody wear whatever makes you comfortable because ur doing it for urself!!!' (not a bad statement! i (largely) agree w it!) it would certainly empower some people make them comfortable when going out, like some people would feel like they were able to stop feeling like they had to wear make up at all, others would feel very confident to do rlly detailed looks in public, and another group would continue to wear make up all the time bc they don't feel comfortable in their own skin.

The problem w the 'everybody wear what You want!!' statement comes when some people from the large group refuse to acknowledge that the reason they feel like they have to wear makeup all the time is because society made them feel inferior without it specifically because the current society (heavily influenced by the patriarchy blah blah) decided women look better with fuller lips, their eyes look bigger/more attractive with eyeliner, red rosy cheeks makes them look younger etcetc you get the idea. SO basically lots of women for centuries did this to look beautiful which attracted men and yadda yadda ..........

SO BASICALLY in my opinion zoya's comment implying that the lipstick AustinNoora wore, the tight clothes she wore etc all may have been worn w the Intention of 'i’m doing this for myself! bc i feel good! not for men!' but that AustinNoora failed to recognize lipstick is popular for women bc they look more attractive to men bc it draws attention to the lips, tight clothes are attractive to men bc it shows off the body and leaves men wanting more/leaves them something to think abt etcetc....

w the comment of 'you Should wear loose clothes' etc i feel like zoya was saying 'if you really believed in the feminism you preach, you would recognize that some things women conventionally wear like make up did originate for the male gaze' not that she was actually telling her to dress a certain way...

SO ALL IN ALL my thoughts is wear whatever obviously but kinda do it consciously yk. like am i wearing makeup bc i like how it looks on me or am i wearing it bc i know men will flirt w me and i like when i have their attention (wearing makeup on a night out to get attention from men [assuming ur straight] isn't necessarily the problem, but if your Primary intention is that, regardless of whether or not you like the way u look in make up... that's a problem !)

IDK! if that made the most sense but that's my take on it ??? Also SOOOO sorry if i overexplained something u already knew 😭😭😭 i usually explain things to my younger siblings so i have to make sure to include even little details bc they don't know it LOL. this obviously isn't The Right Opinion but it's my read on what zoya was trying to say informed by my opinion.

(ALSO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG😭😭😭😭😭)

sfkjdslfjs dont worry!!!! all good!!! it's just a sideblog lmao

no no thank you actually for going into detail on this. that makes a lot of sense and i think i just didn't think the one step further but you explained it really well! i guess i was just thrown off by Zoya's wording cos it was just a bit... drastic lmao. "wear whatever obviously but kinda do it consciously" yeah she's asking whether AustinNoora actually does it for herself and not unconsciously does it for men.... that's obviously an important question

thank u for explaining 🧡🧡

#obviously nobody's perfect otherwise we wouldn't have these kinda topics in shows!#i guess i was just lacking the context here #and a few braincells.#lmao #ask #h <>#thank u for not making me feel dumb abt this i appreciate uuuuuuuu

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sirenascales · 2 years

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Hi! Can I request #1 of the smut prompt list with Kyo and reader? 🥺🥺🥺

Coming right up :) also this is one of those moments where i have no idea where any of this came from because im sleepy 😭 but i hope you like it!

kyojuro rengoku x f!reader

cw: smut, modern au i guess, light???? choking LMAO idk

"My dear, please help me with this."

"You are so helpless, Kyojuro," you teased your fiance as you stepped up to him, ignoring his small pout as you went to work on fixing his tie for him. He wore a very simple yet classic black suit, towering over you in all his glory as you gently pat his now done tie against his chest. "There you go."

"Thank you. We should be going soon," he replied as he watched you walk back to your vanity, looking into the mirror to check yourself. You wore a beautiful evening dress, hair done up and makeup set perfect on your face. You were an absolute vision and Kyojuro was starting to drool.

God, he couldn't wait for this stupid work party to be over.

"Well, I'm ready," you said, your heels clacking on the wooden floor as you went to gather your small clutch bag. You felt pretty damn good in your attire, and had never looked so damn sexy. And seeing just how handsome Kyojuro looked in his suit, his bright colored hair pulled back in a neat, low ponytail... you bit your lip, all before cursing at yourself. You just ruined your lipstick!

Kyojuro laughed as you rushed to fix your makeup and it was your turn to pout at him, flipping him the bird which just made him laugh louder.

"Oh, shut up!"

"I'm sorry, my dear. You are just so damn cute," he said sweetly, grabbing his phone when he got a text. "Ah, that was Sanemi... looks like Mitsuri and Obanai managed to drag him to the party as well."

At the mention of Sanemi's name, your face soured considerably and you grunted, setting down your lipstick. "That is absolutely unfortunate."

Kyojuro chuckled. He knew just much you disliked his coworker. "I understand how you feel, love. But please... try not to cause a scene." It wouldn't be your first, especially when it came to Sanemi. "You remember what happened last time...?"

"It's his fault we got banned from the theater!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms over your chest. "But fine! I will try to contain myself. I promise I'll be a good girl."

Kyojuro just smiled and nodded at you, his lips twitching just a bit as your words swam through his pretty head. Did you have any idea how much your words drove him crazy sometimes? Still, he took your hand and led you out of your shared bedroom and then your home.

The party went on through the night without a hitch, and Kyojuro rather enjoyed chatting with some of his coworkers and their spouses. The food was tasty, the music was immaculate, and even the very obvious disdain between you and Sanemi didn't damper a thing.

Kyojuro watched you like a hawk, always keeping you in his line of sight as you mingled with a glass of champagne in your hand. You talked mostly with Tengen's wives, laughing and just having a great time. That was great, he was glad, even though he was dying.

Kyojuro wanted you. So damn bad, it was almost distracting. It was bad enough you were parading around in that dress that made you look so damn delectable, with your hips swaying with each step you took, necklace decorating your neck nicely. When all he wanted to do was to replace that necklace with his own hand, and ruin all that makeup on your face. You did say you'd be a good girl for him, and with the pleasant smile that grew on his face, he decided he would reward you for that.

And that is how you got to where you were now, hours later, in bed with your fiance. As he promised himself, your makeup was ruined, your eye makeup smudged with mascara running down your cheeks as you cried from pleasure. The bedroom was full of nothing but your wanton cries and the wet sound of skin smacking against skin.

"Kyo- Kyojuro!" you cried out as your fiance drove his hips against yours, his hard cock hitting you in all the best places to make you see stars. Your legs were throw over Kyojuro's shoulders, the large man looking like a god above you. He was ravenous, absolutely set on making you go insane with how good he was making you feel. He smiled as he watched you come undone again, feeling your hot walls squeeze around him and his brain going fuzzy.

"Please.. I can't..." you gasped out after another intense orgasm. Kyojuro was a beast, he's made you cum a number of times tonight, and it didn't seem like he was done, oh no. "Kyojuro..."

"You can give me one more, right my dear?" Kyojuro purred at you, his large hands running up and down your body, until one wrapped lightly around your throat, making you gasp, your hands immediately wrapping around his wrist. Though you didn't try to pull him away, not when he gave a light squeeze, or when he started to fuck you again. He smiled at you again, the face of the ever so friendly Kyojuro, even as he brought you to rapture. Because that's what good girls get.

:^)

#feeling a lil delirious if im being honest lmfao #rengoku x reader #rengoku smut #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer smut #kyojuro rengoku x reader #yeah boi

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sakebytheriver · 1 year

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The thing about my dad is that he's too autistic to be a bigot

He told me a story about a secretary he used to work with when he was younger who would most likely ID with the transgender identity these days, but he lost touch with her before that new label gained popularity so to my dad she was more like a drag queen who wanted to be seen as a woman and use female pronouns in her daily life not just performing on stage and my dad's autism just made him go "kay" and move on 😭😭

Like the way he'd tell me about her when I was a kid delving into my own queer identity was like, "yeah she was born a guy but she dressed in skirts and wore lipstick and used she/her pronouns it wasn't a big deal" meanwhile my queer ass knows for a fact that it was one hundred percent definitely a VERY big deal for this trans woman to be out and proud even at her very normal person job all the way back in the 80s, but my dad's autism just didn't even register that he should find this weird, because he had been rejecting societal norms since he was a small child not understanding why he can't just do whatever the hell he wants and why others can't either. I mean what can you expect from the man that joined the Peace Corps as an alternative to dropping out of college and then spent the next twenty years of his life living in grass shacks in Fiji and American Samoa? He abandoned his entire life because he realized he didn't want the future he had started building for himself, I mean he scored in the 90th percentile for the test to get into medical school, he was going to be a goddang doctor, but he became a teacher in a third world country instead, of course he's not gonna care if a dude wants to wear a dress to work

Mind you this is also the man that texted me just a few months ago about how he was watching a show with autistic characters and said and I quote "of course I'm not autistic but it's interesting to see how much I overlap with them" like sir, please, I am begging you, you are 71 years old, you have to see the autism by now 😭😭😭

#ignore me #personal #autism #trans #once again i am bragging about my dad #all the queers wish they had my dad 💅#i wrote this post mainly because i watched a video that talked about how a queer person doesnt have all five of these things #and the second one was a good relationship with their father and all the other queers were like oof #meanwhile i sit here on my thrown of privilege (having an autistic father)

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kenganparadise · 3 years

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Wdym go easy? You know what kind of fandom we all love an appreciate here there is no easy! ( ok sometimes we can have a tea break ) Now picture this, our boys Kato, Jack, Katsumi and Retsu are out and about with their feisty and bold s/o ( a female btw). They are at some sort of event where they gotta be prim and proper. When suddenly their s/o tugs them down so that she can whisper in their ear. " I cant wait for us to go back home and eat you up....". How would our boys react?

Ohhh my goodness I love this so much. Yes DONT go easy on me GIVE ME ALL OF IT!! Thank you for sending me a request,m my friend and I have to take you again for requesting my baby Katou. It warms my heart knowing you requested him just for me😭

🔞WARNING SLIGHT NSFW🔞

Katou-

• Katou can’t keep his eyes off his S/O. He feels almost sky standing next to them. He’s rarely ever timid like this. But they look so beautiful.

• He and his S/O were invited to a dinner party. It’s a black tie event. Katou thinks you’re breath taking- and you are. He can’t take his eyes off you.

• He’s not good at being all prim and proper, he’s a sneakers and sweatpants kinda guy. The only reason he came was to see his S/O all dressed up.

• His S/O looks at him, a smile in their eyes, he wave him over. He leans his ear over, “I can’t wait for us to go back home so I can eat you up~” they seductively whisper. Katou feels a chill go up his spine. All of his hair are standing on edge

• He’s begging for his S/O to leave so they can go home. He is itching to get out, his S/O has him in the palm of their hand.

Jack-

• Jack and his S/O go to a very fancy restaurant, a restaurant that has a dress code. Seeing his S/O all dressed up is a nice change of pace. He loves their usual sense of fashion but ssinf them so formal is oh so sexy.

• He usually doesn’t go out to fancy or expensive places like this ,it’s not his style. But he saw something on the menu that he had to try.

• He’s enjoying his meal, and the nice wine they ordered. “Are you enjoying your meal?” He asks them. “Sure, it’s good, but I can’t wait for us to go back home so I can eat you up~” They say, taking a sip of their drink.

• Jack nearly chokes. That alone lit a fire in his heart... and in his pants. Jack wolfs down the rest of his meal.

• If his S/O really wants to tease him they could eat extra slow then order desert to rub salt in the wound. Jack would be itching to get home.

Katsumi-

• Katsumi is trying to have a nice time. But his S/O looks so good it should be illegal. He can barely keep his eyes or hands off of them.

• If they wore red lipstick he’d melt, it doesn’t matter their gender, everyone looks good in red lipstick in his eyes.

• They could give him just a look, half-lidded eyes filled with lust and he’d be putty in their hands.

• He’s so close to his S/O. They’ll lean over “I can’t wait for us to go back home so I can eat you up~” They purr in his ear- it’s pretty much instant boner.

• He’ll pounce on them the second they’re in a private place. He’s itching to be inside them.

Retsu-

• Retsu is stunned by his S/O’s beauty. He is speechless. He feels like a lucky man beside them. He puffs his chest out unconsciously.

• He’s another that likes red lipstick and maybe a nice set of high heels. It makes his heart skip a beat.

• His S/O leans their head on his shoulder. “I can’t wait for us to go back home so I can eat you up~” they coo just so he can hear.

• His heart instantly jumps in his chest. His Adam’s apple bobs. His lips twitch in a smile. He cannot wait to get home with his S/O.

#kiyosumi katou #jack hanma #Katsumi Orochi #Retsu Kaioh

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