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444rockstargf · 2 months

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"riding the ride." | spencer reid

get free. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ synopsis: it was a win-win for you. you could finally shut spencer up, and managed to get a good orgasm too.

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female!reader x spencer

word count: 1.6k

contents: cunnilingus, cum-eating, snowballing (inverted), not proofread

date night. the one night a week where neither of you were working late and finally had the chance unfold in each other’s arms.

as cool breeze blew through the living room window as you flipped through tv channels, spencer’s arm wrapped around your torso as you rested your head on his chest. “what do you feel like watching tonight?” you asked, his thumbs rubbing slow circles onto your flesh. “i don’t mind, baby. i’m not picky.” you nodded, clicking the down button on the remote and landing on a reality show.

spencer hissed and you looked back at him. “what’s the matter?” you asked. “i don’t mind it, but i’m just worried about you. you know i found a really intresting article about reality tv. statistics show that around 47% of people use them as guilty pleasures and 92% of that is the female population who admit that they feel pressure to conform to the unrealistic beauty and relationship standards portrayed in the shows. besides, everything is one-hundred percent staged anyway.”

with each word he spoke, you felt braincells getting killed off in your brain. you nodded, consdiering what he said. “alright then. no reality tv, got it.” you scrolled further down the tv guide, landing on a horror film this time. but he spoke again. “are you sure you wanna choose that, babe? horror movies have been proven to desensitize viewers to violence, major disturbances and other dangers, which may all end up messing up your perception of risks.”

you felt your eye twitching as he droned on. you decided to find something that he couldn’t nitpick and analyze. you click on a weather forecast. boring, monotonous, but no dangers in sight. or so you thought. “did you know tha-” you rolled your eyes, snapping at last. “god, don’t you ever get tired of working that mouth of yours?”

you squirmed at how provocative the statement came out. surprised at your outburst, spencer smiled proudly. “i have yet to, darling.” his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you in even closer to him. you rose an eyebrow, eyes narrowing at him ever so slightly. “is that a challenge, spence?” he caught a glimpse of the cheeky grin on your face in the corner of his eye.

as the weather man blabbed on in the background, your face lit up as an idea popped into your head. you clicked the off button on the remote, making the tv screen turn black. you crawled so that you were fully sat on his lap, your hands starting to play with his hair as you whispered in his ear. “i’ve got a better idea for date night…”

spencer reid, the human computer who could sense even the slightest change in atmopshere seemed to be having a malfunction as you gently pressed his face into your chest. his breath heat up, the warmth seeping throug the thin fabric of your tank top. you moved your hips against his lap, taking the air from his lungs. “how about i put that tongue of yours to good use..?”

it was at this moment that he knew he was powerless. his hands were at your waist, clinging to them like he was afraid to let you go. his eyes trailed down to where your two body connected, taking in the sight of your legs in those little pajama shorts. he brought his hand down and began twirling the drawstring between his fingers, gazing up at you with those deep brown eyes. he tugged at the waistband, silently begging for the shorts to come off. you grinned, seeing that he was finally lost for words. “use your words, spence…” you never thought you’d have to tell spencer to speak, but here you were, watching as he struggled to formulate basic english.

he pressed his chin into your soft chest, muttering under his breath. “can you take ‘em off, hon..?” his biceps flxed slightly under his t-shirts as his grip tightened. you dug your thumbs under the waistband of your shorts, giving him a teasing glance of your bare hips and listening to his breath hitch.

you grinned as his eyes widened like saucers at the sight of your panties. “why don’t you lie down for me, spence.” he nodded, following your command in an instant like an obedient puppy. you stood up from the couch, his eyes glued to your body as you finally took off your shorts, letting them fall to the ground before kicking them off your feet.

the tension in the room grew thick enough to cut through as you lowered yourself onto his chest, not wanting to move too fast. spencer was panting like a dog, eyes triling down to where you cunt with covered by that pesky little strip of fabric. he longed to tear it with his teeth, to finally have access to the honey between your legs.

you slowly rose up once again, crawling slowly until you were hovering over his face. spencer’s mouth watered at the area of saturated fabric that was the perfect telltale of your arousal. your hips swayed slightly, hypnotizing him and making that familiar sizzle burn in this grey sweatpants.

a taste of heaven was just a touch away, and he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. you took a deep breath. “a-alright, just lemme know when you’re rea-” he couldn’t bear the torture any longer. he grabbed your ass, tearing off your panties and connecting his lips with your dripping cunt.

completely taken by surprise, you yelped, gripping the couch cushion as your whole body tensed. he was going at it like a starved dog, his tongue greedily lapping up all your juuices as he tossed the leftover fabric of your panties to the side, his hands kneading the soft flesh of your ass as he flicked his tongue over your puffy clit.

he groaned deeply as he finally tasted you, desperate to have you. his pulsating cock twitched in his pants, begging to be let free. he bucked his hips into the air, moving against anything he could. “you taste so good, baby…” he muttered into your pussy, moving a hand down to rub quiet circles on your clit.

you tossed your head back in pleasure, grinding against his face as he found the perfect rhythm between his tongue and his fingers. he jutted his tongue in and out of your hole, hasilty bringing a hand down to his sweatpants and needily palming himself through the plush fabric. the contact made his vision go starry, the abundance of pleasure doing wonderful things to his head.

he snaked his hand into his pants, whipping out his precum-glazed cock. the tip was red and swollen from being neglected for so long. he gave himself a few lazy strokes, more focused on your right then than anything else.

his tongue ventured deep inside of your hole, desperate to taste every fold and crevice. you were sure that he wasn’t even breathing at this point. he was completely drunk off the taste of your body. he pumped his cock at a more rapid pace, feeding his moans into your core and sending powerful vibrations through you.

the base of his hand slapped against his balls each time he went back down, his thumb ghosting against his tip when he came back up again. the living room filled with the succulent noises of him devouring you like your were his last meal.

your back arched as he suckled your hard pearl between his lips. you attempted to rise up from his face to let him have a breath of air, but he gripped you even tighter. “c’mon baby, i’m not done yet…” he had your cum pouring down his neck, grool bubbling from his lips and nostrils. he was making an absolute mess of you, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

his hips violently thrusted into his fist as the sounds of your moans and whimpers fueled his desire even more. he growled into you, eating you up like a starved predator who had finally caught its prey. your legs clenched aorund his head, nearly suffocating him. you rode his face rapidly, tits bouncing through your tank top.

the sight from above made him run wild. he moved his hand from your hip, sneaking it under your shirt and starting to knead your breasts, toying with your hard nipples.

you were so close to reaching such a satisfying climax. every nerve in your body was responding to his intimate touch, never wanting him to stop. your hands grabbed his hair as the band in your stomach snapped, utnring you into a screamed mess as thick white liquid cascaded out of your pussy.

he hungrily lapped up every last drop, not wanting to let a single drop go to waste. his cock had ejaculated hot strings of cum so far that they had hit your back, painting you like a piece of art. he took his time finished you off like the last scoop of a sweet dessert before finally letting you off his face. as you got back to your feet, he sat up and pulled you into a sloppy kiss, feeding your cum into your mouth and groaning softly. “...see how good you taste, my love..?”

your lips began to swell at how deeply he took you in, the heat in your body reaching an all time high. after several long minutes, he pulled away from you, a string of saliva connecting you two before breaking. he looked down, seeing the cummy mess on his t-shirt. but it was nothing compared to what streamed down his neck. you giggled softly, patting him on the cheek. “such a messy boy…”

he stood up from the couch, picking up your shorts for you. “how about we take this date night to the shower? would you like that, baby?” you smiled, nodding as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. he walked away with you, a smle on his face and a sticky mess flowing down your inner thighs.

author's note: thank you everyone for 1,000 followers! never thought i'd live to see the daythat i reach my longest goaal

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happysharkintensifies · 1 year

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Booktok makes me sick, not just because of all the shitty books. It's the prevalence, no, the celebration, of toxic masculinity. Every single booktok book features some variation on the same man. And without fail, against all sensible reason, these characters are portrayed as handsome and charismatic and desirable.

It makes me sick when these authors hold up these toxic, predatory traits and put them on a pedestal as some kind of Ideal Man.

It makes me sick when their aggressiveness and possessiveness is treated as romantic. It makes me sick when these shitty men forcibly grab women, invade their personal spaces, and render them helpless by 'purring' in their ears, every. single. fucking. time.

It makes me sick that these misogynistic, heteronormative, and hypermasculine social conventions keep appearing in so-called feminist literature.

Strip away the idealized elements and you have what is basically the rich, white, cishet, alpha-male archetype. He's tall, usually six feet, physically fit and muscular with obligatory six pack abs, and conventionally handsome, with a chiseled jawline. He's usually clean-shaven, and any hair he may have on his body is minimal. He maintains composure at all times and rarely shows anxiety or uncertainty. He exudes raw charisma and charm and navigates social spaces effortlessly.

His hobbies, if he has any, are stereotypically masculine. When it comes to sex, he's confident, skilled, exclusively dominant, and always knows what to do without communicating with his partner. The sex he enjoys is usually rough, animalistic and overpowering. He may have been with several women in the past, and he may be regarded as a sex god, both in-universe and out.

His toxic traits are rarely portrayed as negative. But when they are, they're usually held up as some edgy, anti-hero persona and the reader is inevitably manipulated into sympathizing with him. He'll be portrayed as a tortured, wounded animal, and his female love interest (and, by proxy, the reader) will decide on some variation of 'I can fix him'.

He is essentially the unrealistic standard the ideal Proper Man; the one that men are expected to emulate, and that women are expected to swoon over.

But what really irks me is the lost potential.

If there are men who don't fit into this mold, they are depicted as pathetic, ineffectual, or any number of negative traits.

The narrative quietly and passive-aggressively mocks them and portray them as boring and un-sexy.

After all, is this the kind of man who will bravely swoop in and sweep a helpless woman off her feet? Of course not. Such men are boys. Wimps. Cowards.

These books are supposed to be fantasy: a genre in which easily anything can be explored. If faeries, magic, and contrived mating bonds can exist, then why can't we also have male characters who exist outside the stereotypical, hypermasculine mold?

Why is it that we can have so many fantastical, impossible, and wondrous magical forces, creatures, and peoples, but we can't have men who aren't possessive, abusive, or controlling?

Why is it that male characters, have to be so innately dominant, abusive, and violent? Why do they have to be so fit and muscular and strong?

Even worse, why is it treated as something that is so natural, so inescapable, even in the realm of fiction?

Where are the men who aren't tall and fit? Where are the men who don't have sculpted abs or chiseled jawlines? Where are the men who aren't lean and muscular?

Why can’t we have men who are skinny or overweight? Why can't we have men who aren't handsome or attractive, but just average looking? Why can't we have men who are shorter or just average height?

Why can't we have men with non-stereotypical hobbies? Why can't we have men who love to read, or paint, or write, or sing, or dance, or build model kits?

Why can’t we have men who are timid and shy? Why can't we have men who feel anxiety, fear, and sadness? Why can't we have men who aren't afraid of crying openly?

Why can't we have men who aren't sex gods? Why can't we have men who aren't confident in bed? Who are anxious, or even scared, at the prospect of sex? Who are passive instead of dominant? Who want to experience intimacy and affection?

Why can’t we have men be kind and gentle and sweet for once?

I'll tell you why we can't. Because booktok says men like these are not 'man' enough. Booktok says men like these are the 'boring' option, and completely devoid of interesting quirks, traits or personality. Booktok says men like these are underserving of attention, and only fit to be background noise.

As far as booktok is concerned, men like these can't exist.

#anti sjm #anti booktok #anti colleen hoover #anti coho #masculinity #toxic masculinity #booktok critical #healthy masculinity #fuck booktok

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imeverywoman420 · 8 months

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it is so crazy that emaciation is considered a normal beauty standard for women lol like people never really talk about it in that way its just “unrealistic beauty standards!” No be specific. People think its normal and healthy for women to have bones jutting out like prisoners of war. And that just gets thrown in with things like “unrealistic beauty standards so bad :(“ the average person is so used to seeing emaciated women in media it doesnt even register when women look like skeletons. Like this is way worse than too much photoshop and bbls and makeup….

like society (tm) is fully trolling by not acknowledging this and doing the whole “some people are naturally skinny” thing its never PEOPLE its women theyre talking about. If a male celebrity had the same BMI as the average female celebrity he’d be strapped down to a bed on an IV drip.

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marvelouslizzie · 1 year

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i wanna ruin our friendship

summary: James “Bucky” Barnes is a famous actor who just turned 40. He’s getting old and struggling with the fact that he isn’t what he used to be. When he finally opens up to you about how he’s struggling with body image, you assure him in a very unexpected way. Things take a turn after that point.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Celebrity Bucky Barnes x Actress Reader)

word count: 4.1K

warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, long period of friendship, unspoken feelings, minor jealousy, alcohol consumption, body image struggles (Bucky is just struggling because of Hollywood’s unrealistic body standards), fear of aging and losing who you are, misunderstandings, pet names, slight dirty talk and praising if you squint, no use of a condom (the reader is on birth control), Bucky is 40 while the reader is 37, no use of y/n.

a/n: I was reading one of Sebastian’s old interviews where he mentions body dysmorphia and how it affects him. It inspired me to write this story. I hope you like it.

The story is beta-read by my dear @notafunkiller. Thank you so much!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment and reblog is highly appreciated.

The after-party is buzzing with energy. The room is crowded with so many familiar faces, you can’t even start naming everyone even if you tried. Sometimes you wonder how you ended up in a place like this, then you remember that you are an actress, too. It feels surreal because you were planning to stay a theater actress until you found your big break unexpectedly on the big screen.

That’s actually how you met James Barnes, your first on-screen partner. That’s how everyone called him, but you and a few close friends were always calling him Bucky. It makes you feel special. You look at him and see how he’s talking to Natasha Romanoff, his current partner. They are taking pictures together. You are sure it is meant to be shared by Natasha on her Instagram.

You find yourself walking towards the bar and ordering another drink. You usually don’t drink too much, trying to stay sober but having fun. It’s a thin line, but you managed to keep the balance so far. That gives paps less tea to share online. Tonight feels a bit different and you know it’s because of Bucky and Natasha. They are the perfect couple and you can’t help but feel jealous. Even though you have no right because Bucky is just a friend.

A hundred chit-chats later, you see Bucky in the corner of the crowded room. He seems down for some reason, you can always tell by the look on his face. He’s good at concealing how he feels. It’s almost like a poker face, but his eyes and his posture always give it away. Slowly, you walk towards him and he notices you right before you sit next to him.

“Hey, handsome. Why are you crying into your beer?”

“I’m not.” His answer is instant and you don’t buy it.

“Come on. I know you better than that. One minute you were happy, enjoying yourself, and now look at you: you're sulking in the corner. Something must have happened.”

He sighs. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

You think he maybe had a problem with Natasha and she isn’t around right now. Which is rare. Even though everybody’s attention is on her, she’s always around Bucky. You think it’s because of the unlabeled thing they have going on since they started working together. You never dared to ask if they are together or not. You aren’t ready for that answer yet.

“I know, doll. You are my best friend, but I just…” He stops for a second to think how he’s going to say this. “I don’t feel like myself.”

“What does that mean?” You ask with a frown.

“I’m not who I used to be.”

“Bucky, what are you talking about?”

He takes a deep breath. “I don’t feel like I’m that handsome talented guy I used to be, okay? I feel ugly and…” He looks down at his body. “Fat.”

“Oh, come on!”

“That’s the truth.”

“You are being ridiculous.”

“I’m not and I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Oh. He must have read something.

“Please don’t tell me you looked at the comments again.”

“I… did.” He accepts with a defeated tone.

“We talked about this before. You should never do that.” Your tone reminds him of a teacher scolding their student and it makes him smile so slightly, but you don’t see it.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, darling. Natasha shared a photo of us together and I just went to like it.”

Oh.

“And you saw some comments?”

“Yeah. Saying that I’m getting older and uglier. I know I’m not a young man anymore but I’m just 40. Not dead yet, you know?”

“Yeah, of course not.” You take a huge sip from your drink.

“But they don’t think so and I started to notice maybe they are right.”

“Come on, Bucky!”

“I look in the mirror and every day I feel like I see a stranger, not myself. Since I stopped acting in those action movies, I’m not working out and dieting as hard as I used to and it’s so fucking visible. My reflection blinks at me in the mirror. Then I look around to see I’m alone. I’m old and alone. I missed my chance at happiness. I’m lucky if I can find someone to fuck me for the night.”

“I would fuck you, in a heartbeat.” The words just fly out from your lips and you can immediately see their effect on Bucky’s face.

“You would?” His expression seems completely different now.

“Yes… I would.” It’s too late to back down. Your long secret of having a huge crush on Bucky Barnes is basically exposed.

Without saying a word, Bucky takes your hand and drags you out of the after-party without saying goodbye to anyone. You have no idea where you are headed. In a matter of seconds, you find yourself in a cab with Bucky Barnes as he simply gives his house address and says nothing more.

The ride is short and silent. He doesn’t even look in your direction, his eyes are fixed on the road. You are regretting everything. Even the decision to come to this after-party. What were you thinking when you decided to take another drink because you saw Bucky and Natasha taking selfies? Where was your mind when you said you'd fuck him in a heartbeat? He must be so shocked. He's probably planning to talk to you in private, for your friendship’s sake.

I fucking ruined our friendship, you think.

When the cab ride is over, Bucky pays the driver and holds the door open for you. You are glad to see he’s still a gentleman towards you, even after you said something completely stupid. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, just like I did for years.

Finally, when you step inside his place, Bucky closes the door and pushes you against the wall with a kiss. It’s so unexpected, your breath hitches. His lips are relentless, moving between your lips, your cheek, and your neck. You try to breathe, but it doesn’t feel real.

“I can’t believe we are doing this,” he says between kisses.

You can’t either. You were expecting a serious talk. Not this.

“We shouldn’t do this.” You suddenly say when you remember Natasha. You didn’t even realize you left her behind when you two left the party so suddenly.

Bucky stops kissing you and looks at you with complete confusion. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have assumed. Was that… a pity comment?”

Now it’s your turn to feel confused. A pity comment? You pity yourself for exposing your crush, but definitely no pity for him. No way in hell.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You said we shouldn’t do this.”

“Because you are with Natasha and we left her at the party! This is wrong, Bucky. As much as I want to… we shouldn’t.”

“Natasha?”

“Yeah, Natasha.”

“What does Natasha have to do with this?” You can sense the confusion in his voice. It’s like he has no idea what you mean but… it makes no sense.

“She’s just so nice and pretty. No wonder you two got paired together.” You don’t even notice you didn’t answer this question.

“You think I’m pretty, too?”

You roll your eyes. “Everyone in their right mind could see you're pretty. Why are you even asking?"

"I am asking you, not everyone, doll." And there it is again. That damn nickname. Doll. You love and hate to hear him call you that. It’s warming your insides up until you remember he calls other girls doll, too. Especially Natasha.

"Stop with the nickname.” You finally say with a pained voice. This whole night is a huge mistake and you will be the one who gets hurt most. You can feel that the friendship you have with Bucky is slipping through your fingers already, so there’s no point in holding back now. “Of course you're pretty: the best eyes, fluffy hair. Tall. Looking good in suits. Two beautiful people."

“She’s just my partner and a good friend, darling. Nothing more.”

“But… but…” You stammer. “You are always together. She never leaves your side.”

“It’s because we are friends and I am helping her out.”

“Helping her out?” You repeat with confusion.

“She gets so much unwanted attention, she uses me as a shield, so less people would come up to her and talk.”

Oh.

It makes perfect sense and Bucky is always a gentleman.

“You thought we were together?”

“Yeah… kinda…”

Bucky moves closer to you and puts his hands on your face. “Doll…” Then he remembers what you said about the nickname. “Sorry. I never realized you didn’t like this nickname. I won’t use it anymore.”

His touch is so comforting and you feel relieved that there’s nothing going on between Bucky and Natasha.

“It’s not that I don’t like it.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I just… remember that you use that nickname all the time. It just doesn’t… feel special.”

“Darling, have you ever heard me calling someone else doll?”

His question makes you stop for a second. You actually never did. You just assumed he would be calling other girls doll as well because of the way he says it… It’s just so sexy.

“I… didn’t.” You struggle to answer through your confusion.

“Because I don’t call anyone doll. Except you.”

You can’t find words to respond, it feels like your mind completely stopped working. All you can think is how unbelievable all this is.

“Just me?” You repeat, trying to collect your thoughts.

“Just you.” He says reassuringly. “Can I keep calling you that?”

“Yes. Yes, you can.”

His hand slowly moves to your neck. It makes it even harder to think straight.

“Can I go back to kissing you?” His voice is deeper somehow.

You gulp first. Then nod. Your response makes him smile and it warms you up.

You imagined this moment many times, then put that image into the back of your mind just to keep going. Right now, his lips on yours are real. Not a dream, not a fantasy, and it feels so much better.

The way his lips move fires something inside you. Something you tried to surpass and forget, but that never happened. Whenever you felt his touch, even something as simple as hands brushing, you felt that fire inside you and now it's back. Stronger than ever.

Finally, your hands move to his face, cupping it as he kisses you with passion. Now both of you know that this has nothing to do with pity or self-assurance. That gives you the confidence you need.

Your fingers move towards his shoulders as you put your hands inside his jacket and push it back. It surprises him, but he doesn’t resist, just letting the jacket fall to the ground. Then your fingers travel to his shirt. The first button is open but the rest… You start to unbutton them one by one. Then suddenly you found yourself turned around and pressed against the cold wall. His lips are on the back of your neck and his fingers are looking for the zipper. You smile to yourself when you realize you aren’t the only desperate one here.

“It’s not on the back.” He can hear the smile in your voice even though he can’t see your face.

“Where is it?” He sounds frustrated and it’s so adorable.

“On the side.”

His hands quickly move to your side and find the zipper. In a second, you are already unzipped and your dress is pooled around your ankles. You give it a soft kick and get rid of the dress while you go back to unbuttoning this shirt.

You look up at him to see that he’s watching you undress him. There’s a slight smile on his face. You smile back in response and go back to unbuttoning him. When your work is done, he takes the shirt off himself and just tosses it on the floor. It doesn’t take him long to get rid of your bra. He unclips it so quickly, it surprises you. Everything's happening so fast that you feel like you're swimming. Like this is a dream. You grab his face and give him another kiss to remind yourself this is your reality right now. That you are free to touch him however you want. Your kiss takes a low moan out of him as his fingers travel down to your body, toying with the waistband of your underwear.

“No teasing.” You whisper against his ear and you see how your voice affects him up close. “This time.” You add and that slight smile is back on his lips.

“Are you promising me a next time already?” His voice is so low, so different you barely recognize it. He’s lost in the lust, because of you, and you can’t believe it.

“I mean… Maybe.” You sheepishly smile. You already know you want a second and a third time. He doesn’t have to know that, yet.

“Hmm… Depends on my performance, huh?” Before you can say anything he pushes his fingers under your last remaining clothes and you feel his finger brushing against your clitoris. A low moan escapes your lips.

Between him touching your clit and you finding yourself on your back on his couch is a complete blur. You don’t know how you ended up completely naked and Bucky between your legs as holding on to your dear life. His lips are on your pussy, licking and touching, driving you crazy. He definitely knows how to use his tongue and fingers. Even though his fingers aren’t inside you, his touches are skillful. Not too harsh, not too soft. Just the perfect amount of pressure. Then he sucks on your clit and you let out a half painful moan.

“Are you okay?” He lets go of your clit and looks at you concerned.

“No sucking on the clit please. Not that you aren’t good at it.” You feel nervous suddenly. “It just hurts. Personal preference.”

He smiles. “Noted.” And goes back to licking you. Soon the pain is long forgotten.

It feels like he’s everywhere on the most sensitive part of your body. It’s either his lips, his tongue, his nose or simply his fingers but the pleasure is overwhelming. Soon you find yourself moaning his name out loud while coming hard against his tongue.

He gives you a couple of minutes but doesn’t move at all. Instead, he pushes his fingers inside you when he decides you are finally back to yourself. When you feel one finger delicately pushing inside you, you raise yourself on the elbows.

“I said no teasing.”

“This isn’t teasing, doll.” He looks straight into your eyes. “This is me making sure you are ready for what I am gonna do to you next.”

“What are you going to do to me?” You ask breathlessly.

“Whatever you wanna do, baby, and I feel like you want to get fucked hard.” He stops for a second to read your expression. “Am I wrong?”

His question catches you off guard. He is talking so openly and directly, you feel a little shy. You are not used to voice your needs this openly, yet that’s one the biggest problems you had in the past. Partners not communicating open enough and assuming things. He’s doing what you actually need to do. He’s communicating openly and it’s extremely hot.

You nod first. Then you find your voice again. “Yes. I do want that.” He smiles again. That damned smile makes you even wetter. “But how do you know that?”

“The way you kiss me, push your hips up while I play with you and your hungry look. You look like you wanna eat me up.”

You surpass shyness with a breath. “Yes, I want that too.”

“Next time. It’s my turn now.” He winks at you and goes back to fingering.

He starts with one finger. Soon second and third follow and you are back on the clouds. You can’t even recognize your own voice, moaning his name. The pleasure takes over you, your back aches and you come hard on his fingers. It’s your second orgasm yet you still crave for more. You crave his warmth, his passion and the pleasure his cock can give you. You find it strange feeling this hungry after two orgasms but you welcome it anyway.

He moves up, directly kisses you without drying his mouth. His lips are hungry and demanding. His erection is hanging between you two and you can feel how hard he is.

“Can you taste yourself on my lips?” He asks shamelessly after breaking the kiss.

“Yes.”

“How does it feel?”

You say the first things that come to your mind with no filter. “Dirty and hot.”

“Hmm… Good.” He keeps kissing you, his fingers are still in your pussy, slowly moving his fingers between your folds and feeling your wetness all over again. It feels like he enjoys how wet you are for him. Not just enjoying but relishing.

“This is teasing.” You state between his kisses.

“Is it?” His fingers stop like he didn’t know that already. “I just love how responsive you are.”

“And I wanna feel your cock inside me already.”

Your bluntness doesn’t only surprise him, but you as well. You have no idea when you finally let go of your shyness. Maybe between the first and the second orgasm. You don’t care anymore. You really need him inside you.

“How do you want it, baby?”

“Let me show you.” You move away from him and miss his warmth instantly, but it’s for a good cause. You turn around and position yourself on your hands and knees. He understands what you want instantly.

“Hmm… You really want it hard.” He sounds amused. His fingers go back to your folds, moving up and down. “Just making sure you are ready.”

“I am dripping already, Bucky. How much more ready can I get?”

You hear him laugh, but before you can say anything about it, you feel his cock right on your entrance.

“Tell me if it hurts.” He says before pushing inside.

His cock stretches you out so deliciously. There’s absolutely no pain at all. The preparation is paying off amazingly. The only thing you are feeling is the fullness you have been craving for so long, but you need more.

“Please move, baby.”

It's the first time you use a pet name and you do it without thinking about it but the way you say it affects him deeply. He tries to surpass the loud moan which was about to slip and you notice his struggle.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I wanna hear them.”

You imagined this moment for a long time. You spent hours imagining how he would talk, moan and come. You are so close to getting what you want and you have no intention to give up on it. Not even shyness can stop you from getting what you want.

“Then let’s make a deal.” He says, sounding breathless inside you. “None of us will try to hide their reactions. It’s only fair.”

“Deal.” You say eagerly and he chuckles. Then without saying anything else he starts to move inside you.

First, it’s slow. Not painfully slow but still not as hard as you want. Yet you don’t say anything because you know this isn’t only for you. He’s trying to get used to feeling you around his cock. It seems overwhelming especially when he stops hiding his reaction. Low moans and curses spill from his lips. You say nothing, just enjoy the moment.

“Fuck.” This time he’s speaking louder than before. “You feel amazing around my cock, darling. So… so amazing.”

Your only reaction is moaning. The praise goes straight to your pussy. You wanna slam yourself against his cock and force him to move faster.

“So eager for me. If I knew you wanted me this bad, we wouldn’t have to wait this long to fuck each other.”

“It’s not like you made it obvious that you want me either.”

“Forgive me for not thinking so highly of myself.”

The weight of his words crushes you.

“Look at me.” You say turning your head back and find him looking directly at you. “You are all I ever wanted.” His expression changes. A wave of emotions waves over him. You feel he’s on the verge of getting emotional. “Now fuck me hard so we can finally experience what this feels like.” He smiles, but you can still see the emotions behind his eyes.

“Your wish is my command, baby.”

From this moment, he is relentless. It’s fast and hard. The room is filled with the noise of skin slamming against skin, your wetness on his cock and your joint moans. It feels good. So fucking good that it doesn’t feel real. You can feel the pleasure bottling up. He’s moving back and forth with long strokes. His cock never leaves you. He pulls himself back until only the tip remains inside you and slams back in. The moans that leave your lips aren't human anymore. You feel desperate to reach that high again.

“Please.” You beg suddenly. “Please… I’m so… close.”

“Harder or faster?” His voice is hoarse, showing you how close he is to losing control.

“Faster.” You manage to say between moans. It’s so hard to even say one word out loud.

“I’m gonna come too.” And right then he notices that he didn’t put on a condom. “Fuck.” He sounds so disappointed.

“What?”

“We forgot the condom.” He slows down.

“Keep going. I’m on birth control.”

“Thank god!” You can’t help but smile before he picks up the pace again. In a second, both of you are a moaning mess. You come hard, so hard that you feel your muscles cramping with the force of it. Your whole body is electrified, you can feel it even on your toes. The noises you make push him over the edge. He starts to move faster and when you think your high is about to end, a new level opens up. Your mind stops working while your body turns jelly under him.

He isn’t any different than you. His loud moans, and his desperate pace show how much he is enjoying it, but you are too lost in your own pleasure to notice.

When you both drop your bodies on the couch, neither of you find the words.

“Wow.” That's all you can say.

“Wow indeed.”

You turn your face and look at him. He seems completely blissed out.

“We should’ve done this waaay before.” You smile hearing his words.

“You could’ve made a move, but you were too busy pitying yourself.”

The words come out without you considering what you are saying and it doesn’t take long for you to regret them. It isn’t the time or place to talk about this.

“I wanted to ruin our friendship for a long time, doll, but I was afraid. I was scared that I would ruin it for real and you wouldn’t wanna see me again. I was just fine being your good friend. It was a better alternative than losing you completely.”

You know what he means too well. That’s how you felt since the moment you met Bucky. He is such an amazing person, you didn’t want to lose him. Even if it means you have to witness him being happy with other people.

“That’s how I felt too, but look at you. Who can say no to you?”

His smile is bitter. You sense he doesn’t believe you even without him opening his mouth.

“Come on. That is the afterglow speaking.”

You move your head up and get support from your left hand.

“Look at me, Bucky.” He does and you see that he really doesn’t believe you. “You are gorgeous. Inside and out.”

“I know I am not what I used to be.”

“And that’s fine.” You quickly add. “You might not be Men’s Health cover material anymore, but guess what? It’s less healthy trying to keep that shape. Don’t let the name fool you. You don’t need six packs and huge biceps to look attractive. You need to be healthy so I can keep fucking you.”

Your last sentence makes him smile sincerely.

“You really believe that?”

“I do and honestly I have never been a six pack girl. You are even more attractive like this to me. A bit older and experienced. Just my type.”

“Hmm…” He says before kissing you deeply. You lose yourself in that kiss. So when he breaks it and asks you out, you are caught off guard.

“Huh?”

“I said: does it mean you will let me take you on a date?”

A date? With Bucky Barnes?

“Oh, yes. Anything you want.”

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scintillyyy · 6 months

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the thing i tend to rotate in my mind when i think of how dixon wrote steph is that. you can tell chuck doesn't respect women and is clearly a misogynist. but you can also tell that despite that, chuck really, really loves steph and that she's also very much his precious baby character in the way that tim is.

like, if tim is his ideal of how a nice young man should act and behave, it's clear that steph is very much his ideal of how a girl should be, especially as a love interest for a nice young man. a good boy deserves a girl who is spunky & fun and all that.

like. setting aside his standard brand of misogyny where steph is often condescended to or shown to be the one who messes up or makes dumb unrealistic decisions because ~women, amirite?~

there's just a thread of. idk. you can tell how much he actually likes steph despite writing sexist things for her. like she's curated in an extremely positive way that contrasts to ariana (who is the boring, safe love interest) that shows how much more interesting and compatible with tim she is, because girls who have a bit of an edge are more exciting. she's maybe on the lower end of middle class, so she's poor enough to be plucky (&& because it fits a rich boy poor girl trope very nicely--see also, the candy girl dynamic in kdramas--steph is poorer with the hardship of having a criminal father, but despite that she's going to keep trying and her perseverance and frankness despite being an underdog is appealing to the rich boy she meets and they initially clash at first but she gets "rewarded" for overcoming all that in the end. with the man.), but not too poor of course (she takes gymnastics, she lives in the suburbs, she can clearly afford a phone in her room/personal line and computer in the 90s that was very common with regular, relatable middle class girls in the 90s. see: clarissa explains it all). she's smart! she's creative enough to make her own costume from scratch! but at the same time, she gets into trouble that tim has to get her out of because a perfect girlfriend to chuck is one who is extremely competent but ultimately still needs the help of a man. the annoying pregnancy storyline is a hallmark of chuck's misogyny, but at the same time in it he ensures that steph is the Good Girl who, despite her mistakes, valiantly chooses to keep the baby to give her up for adoption despite everyone like her mom and tim telling her she's making a mistake. which is basically chuck's version of venerating her by having her do what he thinks an ideal girl should do in that situation. he did that story because he hates women and gave it to steph because he loves her. she even gets to kick the dude who got her pregnant in the balls! she gets mad and unreasonable about tim at points partially because chuck thinks women are unreasonable and partially because he genuinely thinks a good love interest/female character has those traits. all the complaints about sexist writing with her are valid, because chuck is a sexist, but at the same time it's just clear to me that he wrote her that way because of how much he loves her character.

it's just fascinating to me i'm just fascinated.

#what am i trying to say here idk #i guess it's that chuck hates women and chuck loves steph are almost a near overlapping circle

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mad-scientist-enthusiast · 3 days

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Yor Forger- Character Analysis

I think Yor is such a fascinating character. For one, she has a very unique relationship with femininity. Growing up, Yor had to be "the strong one" and look after her brother in the absence of their parents, and this led her to becoming an assassin so she could provide for him. But even without the Garden, Yor has always been physically strong, blunt, and brutal. Her upbringing didn't allow for the same societal socialization as most girls her age had, which also plays a role here. Despite this, Yor makes a great effort to present as formal and as feminine as possible. And to her credit, she does hit all the hallmarks there. She dresses the right way, has a formal manner of speaking, works in a stereotypically feminine occupation as her day job, and goes out with her coworkers when invited; yet her coworkers, and presumably others still seem to know there is something inherently different about her.

In any other setting, this might be okay—an odd coworker is nothing to worry about—but SPY x FAMILY takes place during the Cold War. People are willing to turn even neighbors in to the Secret Police on just mere suspicion, and that's not even including those who make false reports just because they don't like someone. Yor's survival (or at least freedom) relies on her ability to perform femininity according to the standard, but even when she does everything right, she's still alienated from her peers. A lot of this has to do with language, as she tends to only be aware of syntactic and basic semantic context of words and phrases, instead of the pragmatic context used in Ostania. This was likely also a result of her upbringing. She's not only living a double life as an assassin, but also having to perform this femininity to such an extent is another mask she has to wear. Throwing the pretend marriage into the equation, you get an unrealistic amount of masks to juggle all at once.

Although I'd like to think she's able to take a few of them off when it's just her, Loid, and Anya. Outside of Yuri, Yor has felt that her strength and brutality are things to hide and be ashamed of, so it's a pleasant surprise when her new family immediately accepts and praises her for these things. Loid doesn't think there's anything untoward about her, and typically finds Yor's strength to be quite useful (and hot). And Anya looks up to Yor, wanting to be strong like her one day. This is one of many reasons why their family works so well. So much of her life is spent feeling inadequate for things she can't control while living in fear that someone might report her to the Secret Police, and yet now, with her new family, she is treated normally and with respect. She is able to live a fantasy she never thought she would be able to have with her social difficulties.

I mention her communication struggles as part of her separation from accepted standards of femininity because the way that women talk and their ability to be socially savvy is inherently tied to their femininity. To me this reminds me of the gender disconnect many autistic people (like myself) feel when they are unable to perform their gender roles conventionally. Even strongly masking, it can feel like theres something so deeply wrong with you that everyone else seems to pick up, but you can't for the life of you identify what. Yor wants to perform femininity, as seen by her uniform with the Garden. She very easily could've gone for something more practical or comfortable, but instead chose an outfit that is seductive and feminine. But the issue comes into play when she's presented with different social contexts. She didn't connect that wearing a seductive dress would probably be inappropriate for getting drinks with her coworkers, because she doesn't realize what is and is not appropriate in the first place.

Overall, I think this view of her character adds so much depth to her and is way more interesting than the "female himbo dommy mommy" box that the fandom tends to stick her in, to me. (No hate btw, to each their own).

#spy x family #yor forger #spy x family meta #yor briar #spy family

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imarealnugget · 4 months

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Yuji Itadori when you're insecure

Feat. Yuji Itadori

TW. fluff, insecureties, pet names (baby), sad emotions, Yuji Itadori x insecure female!reader

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Synopsis: while watching a movie with your boyfriend, Yuji Itadori, he asked you why did you seem upset, he's really good at reading your mind, he always understands when you're upset or not. You told him you had so many voices in your head and so may insecureties, so he helped you with simple actions that made you feel better; isn't he the best guy in the world?

It was a quiet evening, the dim light of the table lamp creating a cozy atmosphere in your home. As you and Yuji Itadori sat on the couch, embraced and immersed in watching a movie, your gaze often wandered into thoughts that had been tormenting your mind for days. Yuji noticed your distraction and placed his hand on your face, seeking your gaze. "Is something bothering you, baby?" he asked gently, his intense eyes filled with concern. You bit your lip, summoning the courage to share what was troubling you. "It's just that... I feel so insecure lately," you confessed, feeling the weight of your words. "It's like I'm not enough, like I'm constantly trying to reach a standard I can't define." His gaze softened, and with an encouraging smile, he said, "Baby, never say such a thing. You're perfect just as you are. There's no need to try to be someone else or meet unrealistic standards." But within you, the insistent voice of your insecurity continued to whisper, fueling doubt. "It's just that, sometimes, I feel like I'm not interesting enough for you. You're so strong, so courageous, and I... I feel so ordinary, so plain." Yuji took your face in his hands, making you look straight into his eyes. "Baby, there's nothing ordinary about you. You're extraordinary to me, exactly as you are. I've never desired anything different from you." His words were sweet, but you still felt inadequate. "And then there are the other girls," you confessed in a hushed voice. "The ones who are beautiful, skinnier.. who always seem to know what to do. Sometimes I wonder if you desire someone like that." His expression became serious, almost worried. "Baby, don't do this to yourself. I love you for the wonderful person you are. The others have nothing to do with us. Don't let their shadows overshadow our light." But your fears persisted, plunging you into a spiral of uncertainty. "What if I never manage to be enough? What if my fears prevent me from being the girl you deserve?" Yuji held you tighter, seeking to convey reassurance with his embrace. "Love, you're not alone in this. We're a team, remember? Together we can overcome anything. You are enough, more than enough. Don't let fear rob you of the joy of being yourself." You felt vulnerable, but his reassuring presence made you feel less alone in your tormented thoughts. "Thank you, Yuji," you whispered, trying to accept his comfort. His lips gently touched your forehead. "No need to thank me. We're here for each other, always. Your fears are real, but together we can face them. Never let them make you feel less than you're worth." The evening continued with confessions and love, and as Yuji tried to dispel your insecurities, you began to understand that the love you shared was stronger than any doubt. You had a partner who loved you for the unique person you were, with all your imperfections. And as you embraced Yuji's comfort, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you could learn to love yourself as he did.

The following days were a mix of highs and lows. Despite Yuji's reassuring words, your insecurities continued to torment you. They were like little demons insinuating into your thoughts, undermining your self-esteem. One morning, while alone in the kitchen, you felt your phone vibrate in the pocket of your pants. It was a message from Yuji. "Y/n, how are you today?" he inquired, showing his constant concern for your well-being. "I don't know, Yuji," you replied honestly. "I still feel this fog of insecurity inside me." Yuji's response came almost instantly. "I understand, baby. Are you free later for a walk together? I want to talk to you about something." You agreed with a simple "Yes," and later, as you walked hand in hand in a quiet park, Yuji seemed to reflect on how to express what he had in mind. "Baby," he began, "I've noticed that lately you've been spending a lot of time looking at yourself in the mirror. You have such a natural and authentic beauty, but it seems like you don't see it." He gently squeezed your hand, trying to make you feel his support. "I thought we could do something together. A sort of experiment to show you how extraordinary you are." Intrigued, you looked at him, curious about what he had in mind. Yuji pulled out a smartphone and held it in front of both of you. "Baby, I want to take a series of photos. Not those forced poses or fake smiles, but pictures that capture your true beauty, your authenticity." Initially, you felt a bit awkward, but Yuji was so passionate about capturing every expression on your face that you soon forgot your insecurities. He managed to capture those small moments when you genuinely smiled, reflected deeply, or looked at the world in wonder. At the end of the impromptu photo session, Yuji looked at the photos on the phone screen and then into your eyes. "Look at these images, baby. This is who you really are. Not an idealized version or something you have to aspire to become. You are already extraordinary." You were moved by his sweetness and dedication to showing you your beauty through his eyes. In that moment, you understood that your insecurity was often the result of an unfair comparison with unrealistic standards imposed by the world. You needed to start seeing yourself through the eyes of someone who loved you.

Weeks passed, and over time, the fog of your insecurity began to dissipate. Yuji's words and the photos you had taken together were like a balm for your soul. You began to see the beauty in yourself, not only externally but also in your inner strength, kindness, and capacity to love.

One day, while walking once again in the park, Yuji noticed your radiant gaze and more confident steps. "How are you feeling today?" he asked with a smile. "I feel like I've made progress," you replied with a sincere smile. "Thanks to you, Yuji. Thank you for not leaving me alone in my fears, I really love you.” He squeezed your hand affectionately. "Our love is a team, remember? We're here for each other, always." That evening, returning home, you found yourself flipping through the photos you had taken together. As you looked at those captured moments, you smiled, recognizing your authentic beauty. You had learned that Yuji's love was not just a temporary response to your insecurities but a fundamental emotional refuge that helped you grow and discover your intrinsic value.

Your relationship strengthened further, fueled by mutual understanding and the willingness to overcome every obstacle together. With time, you learned to embrace not only your qualities but also your imperfections, aware that they were an integral part of what made you unique. You had learned that true love went beyond external appearances, delving into the depths of emotions and authentic connections. Through challenges and victories, the two of you walked together, ready to support each other on the journey of life. And so, hand in hand, you moved towards the future, aware that your love would always illuminate the path.

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i-who-has-never-had-a-name · 10 months

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I know a lot of people hate those "sad girl books" like my year of rest and relaxation and the bell jar and think their overrated, but there's a reason their popular: A lot of books with female characters written by female authors tend to be Mary sues. They are strong and rebellious, yet have a heart of gold, they perfectly fit into the western beauty standard, yet are humble about it. Why do female authors write such one-dimensonal characters? Because women are expected to be perfect in everything. To be beautiful, nice, kind, strong, heterosexual, funny, hard-working etc. bc as an afab person you will always be judged and never get the same amount of recognition as your male peers. This is why there are so many more Mary sues than Gary stus. But the problem is that no afab person like that exists and media like that sets unrealistic standards, that are especially damaging to younger readers. A lot of teenagers are imperfect and mentally ill and those sad girl books give them what they need. Those female protagonists are imperfect, make mistakes, are often weak and a lot of the times are downright insufferable. But they reflect the reality of being an afab person so much more, they express the pain we have in us growing up in a world where we're not wanted. Those books also prove that women too can be morally grey or bad and lazy persons.

I hope you understand why they are gaining popularity.

#anti sjm #sjm #coleen hoover #acotar #my year of rest and relaxation #my dark vanessa #the bell jar #lapvona #girl interrupted #sad girl books #the virgin suicides

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sinfulsalutations · 11 months

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hello!!! i absolutely light up when i see you post new works!! may i please request something with hunter? (female) reader is a little insecure about the way she looks (very self projecting, lmao). she’s not at all overweight or unhealthy, just has a bit of a bigger stomach and love handles. but ofc beauty standard is being unrealistically skinny. maybe she and hunter are out at the bar or just out or something and a girl flirts with him and reader gets self conscious. later when hunter finally coaxes why she’s upset out of her, he shows her (wink wink) just how much he prefers her over anything else.

i know this is super detailed and i’m sorry - feel free to run with it however you see fit!

again, i love your work!! truly a masterpiece every single time!!! <333

𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗-𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤/𝕠 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕦𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ɪɴꜱᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ, ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜰʟɪʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪʀʟ (ʜᴇ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ), ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx, ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴏʀꜱʜɪᴘ

➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

⋆ ★ ʜᴇʏ ʜᴇʏ! ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪᴛ- ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʜɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ɪꜱꜱᴜᴇꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏᴏ. ɪ'ᴍ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴜɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ Qᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʟᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ꜰʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ, ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ-ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜰɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀꜱ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ :)

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

The moment Hunter notices your demeanor changes, he’s on that shit immediately.

The gorgeous Pantoran had slowly been trying to get closer to Hunter all night, first conversing with all the batch but began to close in on just him individually, make sly compliments about his appearance, and completely disregard you just a few feet away; now she’s made the briefest quick move and swipe, her hand on his knee.

You want to be mad; you want to go over and push her off and let her know that Hunter is your man.

But now, you just feel dejected. Borderline self-deprecative, and when it comes down to it, just not feeling that great about yourself.

Of course someone as pretty as her would be interested in your boyfriend.

Just look at her.

She’s got the perfect face, posture, composition, a flat stomach, and tasteful curves, and you’re just… anything but.

Not to mention your amazing boyfriend, with his handsome face and gorgeous body. And now looking at how she cozies up with him, it’s no wonder you don’t feel deserving of him.

They make a great couple, don’t they?

Hunter does not just let you sit in your self-sorrow like that.

He quickly, politely yet firmly rejects the girl while you’re too lost in your mind to see and turns in his stool, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear and leaning in softly.

“Would you like to go home, beautiful?” He hums hushed into your atmosphere.

I don’t feel very beautiful right now, you can’t help but think, but you just nod with a small, artificial smile and let him guide you out of 79’s, a hand on the small of your back.

The ride to your apartment is silent. The first few minutes as you arrive home are silent. Hunter doesn’t like it at all.

But the final puzzle piece put into place that helps Hunter figure out what’s been bothering you is when he gets out of the bathroom and catches you sullen and glowering over your appearance in the mirror, playing with the hem at the bottom of your shirt.

He walks up behind you, quiet yet not discreet as you can see him in the reflection, and his arms slowly slip around your waist and meet on your stomach. You grimace softly, looking away to avoid having to see how his hands look against your skin. He places a soft kiss on your neck, and your eyes just can’t help but come back to his with a pleading gaze.

The expression on his face is not a look you can pinpoint.

“What’s got you like this, mesh’la?” He asks.

You huff and your eyelashes flutter against the top of your cheeks.

“It’s nothing, Hunter.”

Hunter really doesn’t seem to believe you.

And he doesn’t budge until you tell him.

“I just– I don’t understand, I think," You say. "That girl back in 79’s– she was gorgeous. She was thin and pretty and… You could have someone so much better looking than me. Someone like her.”

Hunter doesn’t interrupt as you talk, and he seems so focused and intent to listen and understand every single word you utter.

“I don’t look at all like I should. And you’re just so… handsome. You... you shouldn't want someone with my kind of looks. I don't deserve you.”

When you finish, Hunter finally says something; he’s got a pensive look on his face, looking almost confused.

“Why would you think I’d go off with her?”

You’re a little miffed that he’s asking this after you quite literally just explained why, and you stammer angrily,

“I–I just told you! Don’t play dumb with me, I really can’t deal with this right now–”

He interrupts you.

“No, why did you think you’re not good-looking enough?”

In your blind frustration, you take a moment to pause. A headache stirs in your frontal lobe as you look at Hunter, tilting your head curiously. He gives you a knowing look, like he expects you to say what he plans to for him.

“You’re gorgeous, mesh’la. Every single part of you," He says so fondly you feel undeserving. You can't help but pout dejectedly, slumping in his arms, but he squeezes you tighter.

“If I have to spend all night, all week proving it, I’ll gladly do it, baby.”

“Hunter–” You begin to protest.

“Uh uh,” He tuts. “C’mon. Look at yourself."

You do as he says, a frown still on your face.

"Look how pretty with all these clothes on. Think how pretty you are without them too.”

You still won't budge. Part out of stubbornness, part of you standing ground on your words. You're far too gone in your own anxieties to agree with what he's telling you.

“Yeah, sure.”

He pats one of your hips, squeezing the other. His hand trails up your waist, breaching past the hem of your shirt and touching the soft skin there and you can't help but careen ever-so-slightly into it. Hunter grins.

“You’re not going to act like that with me," He commands you, ever affectionate yet assertive. "You're going to look at yourself in the mirror, look at how you take me, how you look on me, how your body looks, and you're gonna tell me you're pretty."

"You're gonna tell me you're gorgeous."

"We're not going to bed until that happens."

It's not until he’s got you naked, pressed against his own bare chest, rocking your cunt back and forth his thigh, the movement becoming easier and easier the wetter you get, you start to appreciate how good you look.

Just excluding him and how his hands and skin litter all over you like a lasting drug, you feel almost godlike in the blurry haze of pleasure.

Hunter's especially loud and vocal the entire time; expressing his wants and needs, how badly he always wants you, how perfect you fit on his thigh and his fingers and his cock, how no one could ever make him feel this good.

It's a new level of reassuring.

He pinches a nipple between two fingers as you push back on his cock, the other hand keeping your jaw in place to keep looking at yourself.

"That's it, mesh'la," He praises. "Doing so perfectly for me. My perfect, perfect girl."

You manage to give him a quaint smile and it makes him speed up his movements, the hand on your chest slowly trailing down your body until he reaches your waist.

He plays with the plush skin there, whispering in your ear with that sexy voice of his how much he adores you, adores every inch of you, even the parts you dislike.

Finally, his hand makes its way down to your clit, and can't stop himself before he's pressed his palm on it entirely.

"D'you think you can tell me what I wanna hear now?"

You feel yourself nearing the end, and you relent in your desperation. Plus, you're starting to believe what he's making you tell yourself.

"I'm- I'm pretty."

He nods, grunting when he thrusts into you deeper than before, planting himself for a split moment before pulling out and continuing his pace again.

"Go on."

You try not to let moans overtake your words.

"I'm... oh, gorgeous."

He finally stills for a moment, his eyes boring into yours, and he roans pleasantly, the hand on your jaw moving to grip the roots of your hair. He pulls your head back and peppers kisses over your neck.

"Kriff right you are," He groans into you. He starts thrusting again, sporadically and roughly.

The room is filled with each of your depraved noises; both of you are chasing your highs, and he finally allows it, satisfied in the way he's managed to make you feel worshipped.

Hunter's failed as a boyfriend if he doesn't get you to love your body as much as he does.

He's determined to worship you until you feel like a goddess, his hands on you or not.

So he presses against your clit again, wiggling his hips to hit your g-spot, and asks you so tenderly,

"Can my gorgeous girl come for me?"

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Okay, so in my opinion Fem y/n is so annoying because I'll be searching for something that has nothing to do with fem y/n and all I get is fem y/n and it really ticks me off. And the fact that fem y/n is always this defenseless and vulnerable girl is so annoying. There's hardly any gn or male reader fanfics of my favorite characters.. There's always ones with fem y/n. And the fanfics.. I swear, it's always incest with fem y/n or there's this huge age gap. It's like fem y/n is the only thing people can write, and I even read a gn fanfic where it wasn't even gn.. The characters were calling the reader princess and the reader was afab.. And at that point it's just fem y/n. And I'm sorry but the way people write fem y/n is just.. Ew. Like no, she's not a 4'5 girl who's weak and needs a big strong man to save her.. And she isn't white with long blonde hair. It's just so annoying.

That’s Wattpad y/n. You’re talking about Wattpad y/n. And Wattpad y/n is written by 13 year olds with completely unrestricted access to the internet far too early on, so of course it’s going to be dogshit. Don’t worry, fucking nobody likes Wattpad y/n. I’m right there with you on that one. But like… you reached into a pile of shit hoping to pull out something other than a handful of shit. Like that’s entirely on you, man. What did you think was going to happen?

But also, have you stopped to even wonder why fanfiction largely caters to a female audience? Romance as a whole tends to be eaten right up by women—mostly straight—because men irl don’t even meet the underground bar of basic human decency that they’ve had to lower the standard to. And then people like you come in and ridicule those women, because it must be just so outrageous and unrealistic that a man could ever have it in him to actually make an effort to genuinely love a woman in a way they both understand and are comfortable with. What a stupid idea, right?

I honestly don’t understand what you thought you were going to accomplish with this novel you put in my inbox, and I also don’t understand how you thought anon would hide who you are, @femreader1hater. Get outta here, man. Ain’t you 15 anyway?

#oh you’re hella depressed I can tell #no okay person makes an entire blog with even the USERNAME outlining the thing that they hate #and then posting only about how much they hate it #please I beg find something you actually like and post about how much you like it #it makes you likable and a much happier person in general #lune answers

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The 3rd House & Sibling Rivalry

Sun in the 3rd House: Competition may be intense in the family dynamic or among siblings, but this placement is associated with favoritism, and they may not experience too much sibling rivalry due to them being used to "winning", shinning, getting attention. Siblings may feel like they live in this person's shadow. But this person can also get frustrated, disappointed, and tired by high expectations and despite possibly being the golden child, they may see all the attention, praise, and even worshiping to be unfair - they are held to unrealistic standards and their siblings are not.

Moon in the 3rd House: Is associated with being highly understanding, intuitive, and empathetic towards siblings. May feel like they need to protect or take care of their siblings. Sibling rivalry may not be common with this placement, but if there is any it is likely connected to ideas around family loyalty and tradition or from a desire to please a parent, especially the mother. Sibling rivalry may be harder to recognize, it may hide behind passive aggression and manipulation.

Mercury in the 3rd House: Is commonly interpreted as a positive or friendly relationship to one's siblings. Their relationship may be highly supportive, could be like close friends. But sibling rivalry can easily exist here. Arguing and trying to one up each other may be common and stem from a desire for each other's attention, attention from parents, or a desire to fit in with the family somehow. Rivalry and competition can get childish, selfish, and sometimes pushed too far. Sometimes their rivalry may stem from playfulness, learning, and respect.

Venus in the 3rd House: Is associated with a loving, close, harmonious relationship with siblings and possibly family or community. Sibling rivalry may not be too common here but can exist if a sibling is craving acceptance from a parent or even another sibling. Their rivalry may revolve around vanity, petty topics, and jealousy. Venus's association with the feminine could mean that a relationship with a sister, aunt, female cousin, or mother plays a center role in how competitive and close they are to their siblings.

Mars in the 3rd House: Competition or sibling rivalry may be very likely for this placement. Mars in the 3rd may mean home or the dynamic among siblings is a battlefield. On one end of the spectrum this individual may have grown up feeling stimulated, confident, and powerful with conflict and competition. Their relationship is like a strong brotherhood of warriors, gladiators. The high-energy of Mars feeds their relationship. Mars can mean a dynamic among siblings that is passionate, excitable, straightforward, and busy. On the other end is a dynamic that involves bullying, aggression, too much ego, and confidence issues. The relationship may be filled with burning, destructive fights, separation or estrangement, annoyance, and anger. Because Mars is associated with masculinity, a brother, uncle, male cousin, or father may play a center role in how competitive and close or unclose they are to their siblings.

Jupiter in the 3rd House: This typically indicates a fun, warm, exciting, optimistic relationship with siblings. Jupiter signals a positive relationship with one's siblings, but sibling rivalry may get large and dramatic. Competition and fights may center around how larger than life one can be or how much attention one can get. Jupiter is the planet of generosity, expansion, growth, the big picture, indulgence, overdoing it. Here one may get reckless and irresponsible with siblings. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" may be a good saying for this placement. Here one may try to impress their sibling or teach them a lesson and then fail in a big way due to impulsiveness or foolishness. Fights may be caused by accidents or misunderstandings. Large fights or damages to the sibling relationship may also be caused by differences in beliefs, especially as they grow up.

Saturn in the 3rd House: This is the sibling that has to step into the role of the parent or be the most responsible brother/sister. Sibling rivalry might not be that common, what is more likely is a sibling that rebels against their possible authority, question their role in the family, or frequently criticizes them. Control issues may exist in their dynamic with siblings or in the family. Competition or rivalry likely stems from an overly strict upbringing, a need for parental validation, burdens from the parents, or unrealistic expectations from the parents. This placement may also paint a picture of a sibling who takes on all the guilt, blame, and work of other siblings. They can be protective, loyal, and dependable to their sisters or brothers. Competition may also be tightly linked to themes of reputation, career, and materialistic success.

Uranus in the 3rd House: Famous for being the family rebel or the detached sibling. Despite their "aloof" or estranged reputation, sibling rivalry can be very apparent and active. Sometimes the competition, pranks, and teasing may stem from this individual needing attention, from boredom, or an attempt to stir up the family dynamic and drama because there is a lack of change or growth. Sibling rivalry can get silly, childish, may involve peers or humiliation or competition in public, and may involve a lot of innovation. A lot of competition may also exist in the intellectual or social realm somehow. But this placement can have a relationship with their siblings that balances playful and healthy rivalry with a supportive and stable bond. Uranus in the 3rd can prompt someone to be a curious, individualistic, perceptive, and smart sibling. One area they may get highly competitive about is their individuality, independence, self-expression, and intellect.

Neptune in the 3rd House: This may be a sibling who is hard to place blame onto. The sibling who never gets in trouble. Possibly the lost or forgotten sibling. The overprotected, oversensitive, or over coddled sibling. Rivalry here can exist and it can get messy and dramatic. But many times the rivalry or competition gets diffused out by their elusive or manipulative nature. This individual may quickly stop fights with siblings or stop a sister/brother from picking on them by talking their way out of trouble, running to someone else for help, hiding in their room, or a cold shoulder. One's family dynamics might also discourage competition or rivalry. Neptune in the 3rd can struggle with standing out or expressing themselves among siblings. They can be highly impressionable and may be highly competitive or instigating if their siblings are this way. In a heated and turbulent environment this person may be unexpectedly cruel, harsh, or theatrical in their fights or competition with siblings. This can also be someone who is caring, receptive, intuitive, gentle, and forgiving towards their siblings.

Pluto in the 3rd House: Here teasing, rivalry, conflict, and competition with a sibling may go into the realm of abuse or neglect somehow. That is at the most extreme end of things, overall this placement is associated with power dynamics and possibly control issues in the relationship between siblings. Pluto in the 3rd may indicate this person always feels like they are losing to their sibling OR the opposite, they are always the winner, the one on top, the one with the power among their brothers and sisters. Sibling rivalry usually is more than just competition or a thirst for thrills and confidence, for these people "rivalry" is usually conflict, insecurities, or deep wounds in disguise. Pluto is a planet of empowerment, and it can be associated with healthy confidence and willpower. But when this individual does practice healthy competition with siblings it will likely be in a way that is understanding, protective, and maybe even compassionate or gentle. Here Pluto may feel or seem like Neptune, Venus, or Moon in the 3rd when their softer side comes out in sibling dynamics. Even with a healthy sibling relationship, Pluto in the 3rd will likely always question or check their level of power and influence among family/siblings. They may frequently feel powerless or in need of more power, or they may struggle with feelings of shame and self-destruction because they recognize their misuse of power. The relationship with their siblings is likely intense, deep, and maybe transformative.

Chiron in the 3rd House: There could be a possible wound for this person that surrounds their relationship to their siblings, community, learning/education, or around sibling rivalry. Here any ideas around sibling rivalry could be touchy. Teasing, pranks, arguing, games could have all gone too far. A closer relationship with one's siblings may be important for healing. There can also be a connection to dropping all forms of rivalry to protect each other. This is the wounded sibling, the dynamic with one's sibling can involve themes of sacrifice, martyrdom, healing, fighting, being a scapegoat, victimhood, instability, and apathy vs. empathy.

Juno in the 3rd House: It would be interesting to see if those with this placement find that sibling rivalry comes out in who each sibling is dating. Do they frequently compare partners and families? At another level could be a sibling who feels like they need to protect or keep their brother or sister from having a partner or their own family. Competition and the dynamic may hinge on their or their siblings' ability to connect with, find, or love a spouse, and possibly with themes of self-love, attachment, and dependency. This individual's parent's relationship/marriage is greatly impactful and memorable on their relationship to their siblings and the dynamic of sibling rivalry. With a very healthy relationship, their sibling rivalry may be in shallow topics or somehow still a vessel to judge each other's partner (but maybe not out of competition but concern).

Pallas in the 3rd House: May indicate rivalry centers around each other's skills, insight, or perceptions. Sibling rivalry or sibling relationship may be important to developing one's intuition or problem-solving skills. It would be interesting to see if this placement manifests as siblings always trying to fix the other's or family's problems or one upping each other by being the "fixer". They may also highly compete against each other's talents.

Lilith in the 3rd House: Whether Asteroid, Black Moon, or Dark Moon, this could indicate sibling rivalry is somehow related to rebellion. Relationship with community, education, siblings, or extended family may be related to their darker or most unhealthy side in some way. Relationship with siblings could also be a route to liberation somehow too or towards deeper introspection and healing. All 3 Liliths have their own associations and functions but when talking about sibling rivalry all 3 likely relate back to themes of freedom, rebellion, control, and subjects or feelings that are typically labeled as taboo.

Ceres in the 3rd House: Here sibling rivalry may revolve around how much attention and nurturing one is getting from a parent, especially the mother. Could also mean this sibling is the one to act as a mother or nurturing role to their siblings.

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