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sanjoongie · 6 months

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💙A/N: last but certainly not least (after scorpio season is finished i know lmao) this is for @anyamaris who i need to bonk most of the time for being a menace. somehow i made a combined alternate universe combining stray kids and ateez? 💙Pairing: Lee Felix (Stray Kids) x Reader (f) 💙Au: Vigilante au, Undercover au 💙Genre: smut 💙Trope: enemies to lovers 💙Warnings: mutual foreplay, fingering(f), jerking off (m), praise kink, penetrative sex with no barrier, creampie, slight edging 💙Rated: 18+, MDNI 💙Word Count: 1,590 💙Summary: Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to 'distract' this vigilante until the special forces can finally arrest him. Or will he distract you?!

💙credit to @cafekitsune for the page break!

You throw back your head and gulp down the last of your coffee at 2am on a late night shift. You know what your mission is today but you’re nervous about it. It’s not the mission itself that makes you nervous, but it’s the success that has you anxious. You want to make sure you pull through and help your division capture the vigilantes Stray Kids.

You had spent months infiltrating the dirty cops group, going behind enemy lines and snuggling up to the one cop in charge of surveillance. You've seen all the blurry screenshots and buzzed video cam of the vigilantes, so you knew your work was cut out for you, but you were firm in your stance: you would do whatever it took to catch these vigilantes.

Stray Kids had taken the law into their own hands, going after suspicious individuals or groups that seemed to get away with a crime. You weren't sure if you agreed to their methods or not, but there was a proper way to do it and it was not working outside of the law.

Your mission was to tempt, distract and down right seduce any one of Stray Kids so that they would be delayed and caught. This group had somehow been able to infiltrate some of the most high security locations and manage to leave without getting a scratch or even nearly being caught. It was time for their vigilante spree to end.

You leaned with both palms against the table where several screens surveyed the building where this particular band of dirty cops operated out of. Everything seemed normal until one of your screens glitched and there they were: 8 men in an elevator, on their way to your location.

You prepared yourself, strapped steel to your spine and turned around in your computer office chair. You swore you saw a man with brown hair walking down the hallway in the camera before you had turned around. You blinked when the door opened and a man with long black hair wound tightly to his scalp entered but when you blinked again, it was a man with blonde hair and a puffy jacket.

“Well, this is a surprise,” He said, voice low, so low, it punched you in the stomach.

You lifted an eyebrow to him. “Surprised there's a woman here? Women can be dirty cops too, pretty boy.”

The blonde grinned, a vague hint of sweetness to it. “Surprise that such a treat has been left for me. The others are going to be jealous.”

You stood up and cocked your hip, putting a hand on it. In reality, it was to allow your hand easier access to your gun strapped there. “A treat, huh?”

“The name's Felix, by the way.” He scuffed his feet and looked at you through his eyelashes, bangs framing his face.

“And why would I need to know your name?” You humored him.

“Why,” he caught his tongue between his teeth naughtily, “for you to scream it, of course.”

A shudder ran through you before you could stop it. Your fingers inched for your gun. “I thought you guys were vigilantes, not bad guys. You plan on torturing me?”

“Oh, come now,” He purred in that deep voice of his, making his way closer to you. “You and me both know why you're here.”

You attempted to keep your cool. How did he know? How had your cover been blown? “Suppose I did, and I believed you also knew…why would you go through with it?”

Felix leaned forward until his mouth was close to your ear, his body heat radiating into your skin without touching you. “Because I'll be able to have my cake and eat it too.”

Goosebumps littered your skin and your nipples tightened to peaks. You wanted him so badly already, you had no idea how he had this kind of power over you. Was it the situation? Was it… You licked your lips. “I guess I'll never know unless I try, right?”

You should leave. You should turn around and inform your higher ups that even this set up wasn't possible. Other means were going to have to be applied to bring this group down. But God, you wanted him badly, it overode your cop instincts.

Your fingers dove into Felix's hair and the nape of his neck and you smashed your lips against his. Felix chuckled deeply against your lips and kissed you back. Your tongues clashed, Felix’s running along the roof of your mouth before he began to maneuver your body back towards the desk with the monitoring screens. You sit back on the desk and spread your legs as Felix fit his body between yours.

Felix’s dark gaze met yours and when you nodded permission, he unceremoniously shoved his hand down your pants. “So wet for me, treat, that’s good of you.” His statement was so good girl adjacent that you almost felt a little faint.

As Felix’s fingers rubbed you good, his lips flirted with yours, pressing close but not close enough to kiss, only enough that his hot breath could be felt against your lips. You whined, whether from the inability to kiss him or from the pleasure building in your lower half, you weren’t entirely sure.

You couldn't come undone for him just like that, so you fought your lust down, and began to palm him through his pants. The groan that verberated through his chest and sent his eyes rolling in the back of his head was worth it. Felix’s chin hit his chest as he tilted his head down to watch you working his length. He hissed when you pinched his head between your thumb and forefinger. “I’m going to fuck you so good, Treat, bend over and pull your pants down for me.”

You were gone again, at the nickname alone this time. You did as you were told and were rewarded with Felix’s hand smoothing over your ass and hip, murmuring to himself how good you looked for him, bent over and wet.

Felix struggled entering you. “So tight,” he rasped, “so soft and wet.” You clenched around him at the dirty talk and he moaned. “Treat, I'm gonna come prematurely if you do that again.”

You're both panting and struggling once he's finally full hilt inside of you. “F-felix,” you stuttered, “Pleeeeasseee.”

“Promised I'd fuck you good, didn't I?” Felix said in a husky tone.

You whined and began to push back on his dick. You could feel how wet you were, how you were dripping down your thighs. “Please.”

Felix pulled out slowly and pushed back in, allowing you to appreciate every inch of his dick. He pulled all the way out, making your inner pussy lips feel the head of his dick part them again and again as he played with you.

You made a noise of anguish at how frustrated you were not getting fucked properly but you couldn't deny the feeling of pure pleasure being fucked this way--like Felix was also appreciating every moment fucking you.

Every single monitor buzzed in front of you, changing to a woman bent over--but how, there were no cameras in this room?! And the man fucking you was not Felix, but a man with light brown hair who you recognized as Lee Know, one of the original members of Stray Kids.

“Felix!” Lee Know scolded Felix, who was suddenly not present. Lee Know grunted as his cock continued to fuck your wet hole, however. “Hurry up, we're done here!”

You watched on the screens, with a dropped jaw, as Lee Know transformed into Felix. What was going on here? It was like there was an alternate reality blending into yours currently.

“Fine,” Felix sighed and rolled his eyes. “Ruin my fun, why don't you.”

Felix’s grasped both your hips firmly and began to fuck you at a proper pace, not mind-numbing, but the way you were begging for earlier. He leaned forward and began to speak to you in a language you weren’t familiar with but by his tone, you could tell it was dirty and it made you shudder with the secret intimacy of it all. It wasn’t long before you were both crying out from climax, you almost blacking out from the intensity of your delayed orgasm.

When you woke up, you could feel his cum leaking out of you but safely onto your panties as you were fully clothed again but still bent over the surveillance desk. You turned your head tiredly towards the door and spotted an orange haired man wink at you before he blinked out of existence. Wasn’t that the leader? You attempted to stand up but your legs folded beneath you.

Wooyoung, the man that was in charge of surveillance, the dirty cop you had been working with all these months, stumbled into the room. “Someone snitched on us! The SWAT team is on its way! We gotta wipe all these--” Wooyoung halted as he stared up at the many monitors.

Stray Kids everywhere all around the world was spelled out in letters on each screen. Shit. They had been here and gone, with the information they needed and you without a capture.

You scrambled with Wooyoung, to maintain your cover, but you couldn't help but think about the blonde who had fucked you good and wondering if you might convince your higher ups to give you a second chance to ‘distract’ him again.

#cultofdionysusnet #stray kids smut #lee felix smut #skz smut #stray kids x reader #lee felix x reader #topaz's work #➸skz #revember=revenge+november

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junggunz · 1 year

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♡⸝⸝nsfw alphabet: goo kim

cw: fem bodied reader + established relationship. an: for anon. thanks for requesting shawty. *punches a hole in the wall* I GOT THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS MAN.

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

Not gonna lie, Goo seems like he’d be terrible at aftercare if you didn’t make it clear what you expected of him prior to having sex. Doesn’t matter if you’re dating or not. You’d be laid out on the bed, exhausted, a mess of cum and saliva then he’s just like… “I kinda wanted another round. When will you be ready to go again?” and then when you tell him you’re not fucking him ever again if he doesn’t treat you right after sex, he’ll start to take aftercare more seriously.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their favorite body part on their partner)

Goo has way too much self confidence to pick one favorite part of him methinks.

I also think besides the typical boobs/butt/hips/thigh areas that most of these men are into, Goo probably is just really obsessed with the feeling of your skin ??? Kinda weird… but so is he.

C - Cum (anything related to 💦💦💦)

Goo’s top three favorite places in no particular order to cum are on your butt, on your chest or inside. Personally I feel like he has some strong swimmers which is why cumming inside is only a once in a while thing with you.

ALSO out of the Lookism characters, Goo will be the one who actually bitches about it if you ask him to wear a condom if you’re not on another contraceptive. In his head, if both of you are clean and in a monogamous relationship, why should he have to wear a condom? Like… Vasco might have a breeding kink but he’ll wear condoms if you ask him to because he’s a sweetie and Samuel is the type to just fuck you in the ass if he knows you’re not on the pill-

BUT GOO ??? A little shit. Probably says annoying things like ‘I’ll get a vasectomy after you give me a kid’. He’s probably stocked up on morning after pills specifically for you when he ‘forgets’ to pull out.

D - Dirty Secret

It’s not a secret that this man is obsessed with money. So it should be even less of a surprise when he tells you he wants to start an onlyfans or start doing x rated streams with you so he can get paid while fucking you. It’s the best of both worlds in his mind.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Goo has slut energy. He definitely has a lot of experience in the bedroom.

F - Favorite Position

Goo is open to all sorts of positions but piledriver or jockey seem like the ones he never gets tired of.

G - Goofy (are they more serious or playful in the moment?)

Can’t spell goofy without Goo- If Gun is like an orca, Goo is a dolphin; both unhinged creatures who “play” with their prey before consuming. The only difference is that dolphins have a friendlier look to them. So yeah…he’s playful in a menacing way.

H - Hair (how well groomed they are)

Goo saw Gun shaving completely bare down there one time and now he does it too. But Goo likes having no hair down there so you can always see how big his dick is.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

Goo has a flair for being unpredictable. So of course, the bedroom department is no exception. Sex with him is like a box of chocolates; you’ll never know what you’re gonna get. He has days where he’s really intimate and soft, days where he fucks you like he hates you, and days where he does both.

J - Jack Off (how frequently do they masturbate?)

Goo isn’t the type to masturbate because he’s horny; he does it when he gets bored and there’s nothing else that seems appealing to do. He more than likely takes pictures/videos for you while he does this because he knows you love getting videos of him nutting with the sound on.

K - Kink

I literally don’t care if canon said he’s more interested in money than women because I can’t even remember where that was stated. And even if you pointed out where it was said, I would just ignore it.

Goo is kinky, period. You could tell from the start that when he said he was kinky, he meant it and wasn’t just another fake dom who says he’s into kinky shit because he has a thing for choking. Like most healthy and functional relationships, it takes time for Goo to reveal his kinks to you in the bedroom. Sure, the two of you may have discussed them extensively prior to having sex but talking and actually doing are two different things.

Anywho here are just a few kinks that I automatically associated with Goo.

Roleplay/themed lingerie: it’s cringe but Goo gives me the vibe that he likes the sexy school uniforms the most. However he doesn’t care too much for student x teacher roleplay when you dress up like that; he’s more into acting out scenes where you’re some nerd who has to tutor a delinquent because it’s not too far off from his own days in school. Besides that, he likes bunny costumes, succubus lingerie, maid costumes, video game characters; you name it. He has the funds to splurge on some high quality lingerie for you whether it be costume themed or not.

Cock worship: I mean…I don’t understand how or why you wouldn’t want to worship that dick- but yeah, Goo is a big fan of seeing you take your time feeling him up and paying extra attention to his dick. Probably slaps your tongue or face with it for fun.

Goo is definitely a switch. How often he switches between dom and sub is going to depend on you though. If you want to dom him, then know what you’re doing because he is a BRATTY sub.

Exhibitionism: He wants to capitalize off of having sex with you; he has to be comfortable with people watching.

Cue trigger warning for knives: but uh..as a weapons enthusiast, he’d probably have a thing for using knife play; using them as a prop in the bedroom. He’s not gonna hurt you or anything with it because he prefers to have your skin be nice and free of scars caused by him. Goo is more into using knives as a spicier element of sensation play. So think of him just using it to lightly drag along your skin and just feel how cold the blade is. While roleplaying, if the scene calls for it, he’s probably going to cut your clothes off.

L - Location (favorite places to do the deed)

*cue Janet Jackson’s ‘Any Time, Any Place.’* Goo is the least picky about where the two of you have sex. He’s so unapologetically him…why would he feel shame for wanting to fuck his partner whereever he pleases.

M - Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going)

I think if Goo sees you just lounging around or minding your business, he has this compulsion to go bug you and a lot of times you’ll find yourself with his dick inside you.

N - NO (what turns them off or something they’re strongly against)

Goo is probably turned off by someone who doesn’t know how to stand their ground. Like, he’s adventurous and all sorts of wild in and out of the bedroom; he doesn’t expect you to do everything he wants to do so you should be at least able to tell him what you don’t like.

O - Oral (preference for giving or receiving, skill level)

Goo is definitely a fan of the 69 position so he’s able to give and receive at the same time. He more than likely turns it into a game to see who can make who cum faster.

Like I said earlier, he has slut energy; he’s pretty skilled in this department.

P - Pace

Much like intimacy, you never know if Goo is gonna fuck you slowly and passionately or if he’s gonna give it to you fast and rough.

Q - Quickie (opinions on them/how often)

Surprisingly, Goo is not the biggest fan of quickies. He’ll indulge every now and then when he really wants to get his dick wet; but most cases, he doesn’t like being rushed or interrupted.

R - Risk (do they like to experiment or take risks?)

Duh…to both risk taking and experimenting. Goo will only do whatever you feel comfortable with; mutual pleasure is important to him.

S - Stamina (how long do they last? How many rounds would they like to go for?)

Like a good majority of Lookism men, that physical endurance is no joke. How many rounds he goes for is always random. Sometimes the two of you will have one round that’s a max of fifteen minutes before he comes back an hour later wanting more. Other times he’ll fuck for hours on end.

T - Toy (how do they feel about using them?)

Lookism’s number one toy enthusiast probably. More than likely is a shareholder for a sex toy company.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Big sadist energy over here just like Gun; except he’s actually playful when teasing you. Like…yes, he’s teasing you to the point of tears but you’re also just frustrated with how annoying he is.

V - Volume (how loud they are and what sounds do they make?)

You can’t tell me that Goo doesn’t love to talk dirty and moan into your ear LIKE A WHORE.

W - Wild Card

Goo is the wildcard. What do you mean-

I say Goo has slut energy but like…it’s a joke. Kinda. It’s more accurate to say he has retired and reformed slut energy. He was wild and horny before, settling for any kind of sex but now, he has some particular interests that can’t be satiated by just anyone. Just because he’s kinky doesn’t mean sex is constantly on his mind.

X - X-Ray (what’s in those pants?)

Goo knows his dick is not only big, it’s pretty. Which is exactly why he expects you to worship it. I think when he gets hard there’s one or two prominent veins on the underside that have him going feral if you touch them.

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

Now… Goo might seem like some sort of sexual deviant and constantly trying to get it on but that’s not the case at all. Goo is more the type who spends a lot of time working hard so he can play harder. His sexual appetite is fairly normal.

Z ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - (how quickly they fall asleep after.)

This man is not going to bed after sex unless you’ve cracked the mystery on how to wear him out. (the secret to wearing him out is overstimulation but you have to be crafty with it)

summary: Goo is kinky but there’s an element of intimacy to it. You’ll definitely never be bored with him, even if you aren’t on the same level as adventurous as him. I feel like he definitely makes vanilla sex exciting with just his personality.

bonus! [extra cautious trigger warning because Goo and reader imitate stepcest as a joke ??? I repeat, they are NOT step siblings. just making fun of the genre.]

It was always a joke in your head. Whenever you saw it happen in porn, you thought it was the cheesiest thing but you always watched those types of videos with Goo because he got a kick out of it. You could only imagine how amusing he would find it if he was able to see that the fabric of your shirt had got caught on the lint trap of the dryer.

And now you look like one of those actresses in the adult films you mocked, especially with the outfit choice you wore today; a short mini skirt and thigh high socks along with a very flimsy shirt. All you were trying to do was chase after your sock so it could be with its match. Not get your torso stuck in the drum of your home appliance.

“Hey, don’t put that one jacket in the wash. It needs to be dry cleaned-''

You hear Goo’s voice as he finally enters the laundry room. He had only come to check on you with the intention of making sure you knew which of his garments were okay to be machine washed but after seeing just the lower half of your body sticking out of the dryer with your knees pressing into the floor and spread the perfect amount, all thoughts about boring, old laundry were forgotten. “Is this your way of telling me you’re finally ready to launch our OnlyFans?” He asks, the smirk on his face so big it dripped into his tone of voice.

“No, my shirt is caught somewhere on the machine.” You whine, your voice echoing inside the metal dryer.

“Just rip your shirt if you wanna get out. Isn’t it from one of those cheap clothing shops in Gangseo?” He questions, striding over toward you and examining your current position. “I could buy you that entire store if I wanted to.”

“I can’t just rip it! This shirt has a lot of good memories.” You reason.

“I’ll let you out in a bit.” Goo says playfully as he’s already kneeling between your spread legs. You feel the fabric of his pants brush against the back of your thigh before he even lays a hand on you and you already knew where things were going.

“Goo, what the fuck?” You groan out in annoyance, your arms getting tired from supporting you for so long. “We can recreate this scene later when I’m not stuck for real.”

“Yeah, but you actually being stuck is what makes it so much better than those cheesy pornos.” He tells you in a dallying voice while his hands snakes up your thighs and under your skirt to yank down your panties.

Sighing softly, you know you’re defeated and that the quickest way to get out of this conundrum was to just play along with Goo’s antics.

“What are you doing, stepbro?” You ask, drawing out each of the syllables and speaking in the same airheaded voice that all adult film actresses put on for these stupid scenes.

Goo seems to freeze in place, remaining silent for a bit before he finally breaks into his harmonious laughter.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t keep going. It’s too funny.” He expresses between laughs, slapping the side of your thigh with one hand as he loses his shit over how ridiculous the scenario was.

“I told you it was stupid!” You quip back. “Are you gonna let me out now?”

Taking a moment to calm down and shift into a different state of mind, his hands briefly leaving your body just so he could undo his pants.

“Oh, no way, princess. We’re still fucking first.” Goo chuckles darkly, shoving down his boxers and pants in one motion then hiking up the fabric of your skirt. His hands glide over the supple flesh of your ass; admiring how soft it feels under his palms before he grips your hips and pulls you onto his cock. “Just don’t ever call me ‘step bro’ again.” He sibilates, his head falling back as his length is greedily sucked in by your tight pussy.

Goo wanted to make fun of you so badly for being as wet as you were without any prep but the feeling of those slick walls wrapping around him made it impossible to think about anything else.

“What’s wrong, stepbro? You feel like a pervert for fucking your step sister?” You giggle from inside of the dryer, biting back a moan as you feel Goo bullying his dick deeper inside you.

“I told you to quit calling me that.” He growls, his fingers digging into the meat of your hips in a manner that’s meant to be menacing but it only makes you cackle.

“You wanted to fuck me while I’m stuck in the dryer and I’m just giving you the full experience.” You say in a saccharine voice, rolling your hips against Goo as he finally bottoms out inside of you and feeling the tip of his cock press into your sweet spot. “I’m sooo sorry, step bro!”

Groaning in frustration, Goo’s hands leave your hips and reach for the back of your shirt, helping you slip the fabric off your body and successfully freeing you from the clutches of the evil dryer when he pulls you out. You’re kind of embarrassed by how easily he found a solution to getting you out; but that’s something he could make fun of you for later. You don’t even have to see the look on Goo’s face to know that there was an incoming sarcastic comment.

“Pfft, you better make it up to me for helping you get out of there, step sis.”

#lookism x reader #lookism headcanons #lookism smut #goo x reader #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo smut #goo kim scenarios #lookism #lookism fanfic #lookism imagines #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #junggunz.txt

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crikeygatormate · 1 year

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I Promise - K.B ; Part 2

Summary: After your clan had been exiled and shunned from the western lands, your family grew to hate the royal family who they felt betrayed them. In return you were sent on a mission to reclaim your families honor, but you would come to find out that your mission came with a price.

Dragon Prince!Bakugou x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Hunting and animal death, somewhat graphic, use of weapons (spear), detailed creepy scorpion type bugs sorry lol, acceptance of death, graphic injuries, spelling errors ofc

A/N: sigh I’m a sucker for bkg treating wounds, makes me happy lol and to add this isn’t like a abo sort of thing, I just like long canine teeth

(Part Three)

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PART TWO

You waited for a good hour before Bakugou came back to your tent. In the time you waited, the clear dawn sky was starting to fill with dark clouds, you could even see lightning crackle in a few clouds in the distance. You sighed, it smelled like it was going to rain even, and with a groan you leaned forward and laid your forehead against your knees, watching a small ant fight its way through the thick summer grass.

“Hey,” Bakugou’s timbre voice appeared out of nowhere causing you to jump out of your own skin, “let’s go.”

You blinked hard, still recoiling from the small adrenaline surge from his sudden appearance, you took another beat of silence before speaking up, “and where are we going?”

“Showin’ you around,” Bakugou grumbled as he brushed a ladybug off his bare shoulder.

You lifted a brow about to say something till he shot you a menacing stare.

“I am not your tour guide, just fuckin’ doin’ this so the ancient hag will get off my ass,” he quickly snapped, “get up, I need to get out and hunt before it rains.”

You pressed your lips together, clearly a little displeased with his attitude, but you listened and got up to follow him around the camp. Your sharp tongue would not serve you well during this time, you needed to be passive, collected. You needed him to trust you, in fact, you needed him to befriend you.

You furrowed your brows in thought as you followed him around the camp, not really listening to him as you mulled through different ideas on how to become his friend. Obviously you couldn’t ask what he likes, that would give you away, he was already suspicious of you.

“This is where most of the women cook, if they chose to do so,” Bakugou explained, unaware, or simply not caring that you were completely zoned out and deep in thought. “I’m sure you’d love to spend a lot of time here,” he quipped, as his vermillion gaze cut towards you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts at his comment. Was that a dig at you? “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’,” Bakugou shrugged, trying hard not to let his lips pull up into a smirk at your frown.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, “you haven’t changed at all, ya know? You’re still that little snotty brat I met in the field when we were kids,” you said before you were able to hold your tongue.

“The fuck?” Bakugou gasped, clearly caught off guard, “what makes you think you can say that to me?”

You shrugged, internally wincing at your words, you should not have said that. Now he’s all mad, in fact his ears were all red. You tilted your head as he lifted his upper lip into a snarl, or was it a sneer? Wait, you paused as a slow grin grew on your face, was he embarrassed? “Did I embarrass you?”

Bakugou huffed, and quickly glanced at the older women who stopped skinning their deer to listen, and then he looked back at you. The air around him dramatically rose a few degrees and he bared his teeth at you, “no, you didn’t embarrass me, fuckin’ gnat. You can figure out the rest of camp by yourself if you’re gonna be like that,” he snapped and then promptly left you, cursing you out under his breath no doubt.

You snorted, shaking your head. There was a small twinge of pride you felt bloom in your chest at his outburst. Then again though, you probably just took about five steps back from becoming friends with him. With a quick glance over your shoulder you took off after him.

“Hey, please show me around, look I’m not a morning person okay, I get grumpy this early-”

“No,” Bakugou hissed, as he looked at you through narrowed eyes.

“C’mon, this place is at least triple the size of my home, I’ll get lost,” you tried to plead, which wasn’t very convincing at the slightest.

Bakugou stopped walking and folded his arms over his chest. The sky was now almost black with storm clouds, “No.”

You rolled your eyes, “why not?”

“You’re annoying as shit,” Bakugou began taking a step towards you, “and not to mention you’re obviously hiding something, don’t think I can’t see the way you’ve been watching us, watching me. Sizing me up like prey.”

You folded your arms across your chest, mirroring him. The little lighthearted banter you had going on was quickly put out as he took another step towards you and you were reminded again how big he was, how strong, how smart.

“You’re sly, like your clan, I know a snake when I see one, and you’ve been givin’ me all the signs,” he hissed as lightning flashed behind him, illuminating his figure.

“I’m not like them,” you said seriously, a small part of you couldn’t tell if you were lying or not. “I’m not, just because I share the same name and traits does not mean I am them. You don’t even know me, and not to mention I went out of my way to save you and your dragon. If I’m such a snake, why did Kirishima come to me first?”

Bakugou’s upper lipped twitched up and he shook his head, “he’s fuckin’ dumb thats why.”

“No he’s not,” you shot back, “just give me a chance, your grandmother is willing to give me one, why can’t you?”

Bakugou mulled over your words, keeping his unblinking gaze trained on you before he spoke again. “Come on my hunt then, if you can feed the clan before yourself, then I might be convinced.”

So he wanted you to hunt and then feed his clan, but not yourself. So obviously he wanted you to give up your food for the foreseeable future, which was not ideal. But you had no other choice. A bitter feeling settled in your gut as you glanced at some clan members, they were watching you through narrowed eyes and bared teeth. They hated you.

Not like you liked them, but you were willing to do anything to get your job done, and if that meant feeding your enemies before yourself you would do that.

“Fine,” you said with a curt nod, “I’ll do that-”

“For a week,” Bakugou concluded. A week with scraps would break almost anyone, which is what he wanted. If you were hiding something or had an ulterior motive it would come out surely. No one would sacrifice their wellbeing to that extent.

“A week then,” you repeated, keeping your face passive.

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You found yourself out in the woods with Bakugou, along with a few other hunters. It was raining now, and hard. Water was streaming down your face, making you have to wipe your eyes every few moments to help you maintain your sight.

You were hunting an elk, a bull. The elk in these lands were large too, larger than any animal you’ve seen in your life. When you told Bakugou’s hunting group that you’ve never seen an elk before, they laughed at you. Then not so subtly mocked you on how your clan was used to eating rats and other vermin.

You would have normally snapped at them, said something foul, but a quick glance at Bakugou reminded you that you were on a mission. He was watching your every move. You were an outsider here, a traitor, and you needed his trust.

“Look at how clumsy you are,” Sero, one of the other hunters mocked as he flicked your arm, “clearly never been in the woods in your life.”

“You’re loud too,” Kaminari said with a snort as he watched you step directly on a branch, causing it to snap loudly.

You were bristling, barely holding back your venom as you pushed forward. In fact, you were sure you were going to break a canine tooth if you kept grinding your teeth so hard. Did they not forget that you were practically once royalty too, not like Bakugou, but far above the likes of their families.

You shared a lot of the same traits that the Bakugou’s did, the oddly colored eyes, affinity for dragons, and sharp teeth. Not to mention being more skilled athletically than the normal person.

“There,” Bakugou interrupted his friends, lowering his voice as he came up next to you. He was crouched low, vermillion eyes trained on a group of elk in the distance. “You have one shot,” he said quietly as his gaze slid over to you.

You met his eyes with a look of determination. Of course, you were somewhat nervous, but you had practice taking down big game, well if emancipated cows counted as big game. You didn’t have the luxury to practice on real game because there were none in your homeland.

With a sharp inhale you looked away from him and zeroed in on the largest elk in the herd, the bull. He was massive, with a tawny coat that stretched over strong muscles. He was grazing ahead of the herd, but was cautious, swiveling his ears to listen for any sign of danger.

The rain was your friend in this moment for it helped cover the sounds of your movements in the undergrowth towards the bull. You kept yourself low to the ground, as you moved downwind so he wouldn’t catch your scent. Just like you used to practice. Your breaths were slow, calm as you reached back to grab your spear when you came within range. The bull still hadn’t noticed you, and was looking more relaxed, this was your opening. With one swift movement you pulled your spear off your back and threw it towards the bull.

A thud and a short scream from the bull let you know you hit your mark. It was a clean shot, right through the heart, and you watched with pride as the big elk tumbled to the ground. He let out a final breath as he watched his herd run to safety.

You were quick to make your way over to your kill, inspecting it to make sure it wasn’t suffering any longer than it should. To your delight, you had done everything perfectly. For a moment you felt a twinge of happiness that you accomplished something, but it was quickly doused the moment you remembered not to get distracted by your own feelings again.

“Well that wasn’t that impressive,” Sero said as he yanked your spear out of the elks side, “he was old anyway.”

“Should have made her hunt a young bull,” Kaminari added, “those ones have a lot more fight.”

You shot them a glare, but quickly turned your focus to Bakugou who was silent.

He nodded once at you, “Bring it back to camp, and clean it for tonight.”

You glanced at the bull, it had to be at least eight hundred pounds. Which was heavy, how could you even begin to pull it?

“Don’t be out here after dark,” Bakugou added, his eyes holding a slight glint of malice as he turned around to head back to camp. Not before smacking Kaminari in the back of the head as he passed by him.

You stood still, dumbfounded that they would leave you out here in the pouring rain and make you figure out how to make your way back to camp even though you’ve only been there one day. With a disgruntled sigh you glanced to the sky, it was probably about midday now, and the trek back would take all the way till nightfall, if not more.

—---

“Damn,” you panted, as you dropped the bulls antlers, you were shaking from exhaustion. You probably made it about halfway back to what you presumed was camp, but it was already night. Thankfully it stopped raining though, or else you would have not been able to see the smoke stacks that were rising at the foot of the mountain, where you assumed Bakugou was.

There was no moon out tonight which would have been problematic , but the forest was surprisingly well lit. There seemed to be some sort of bioluminescent plants that would glow at night, lighting your path with a soft blue light . It was strange seeing so much life and so much diversity after being in a place that had none.

As much as you were intrigued with the flora in the woods, you didn’t forget Bakugou’s warning to not be in the woods at night. He knew there was something in here that was dangerous, was he hoping that you would encounter it? Surely he must have, you’re practically inviting something to hunt you with the carcass you're dragging.

You glanced over your shoulder quickly, trying to see if there was any flash of movement before beginning to pull the elk again.

—----

Bakugou huffed, glancing up at the forest from where he sat around the fire. You had been gone a long time now, and his grandmother would be heading to dinner soon, which meant she would ask him about you.

He frowned, already expecting the ancient hag to smack him over the head with her cane. His mother, though, would be pleased to hear he left you in the woods, where the creatures of night would surely be thrilled to have an easy meal.

Someone sat next to him, he didn’t have to look to know it was Kirishima.

“Got anymore of that boar from the other day?” Kirishima’s voice cut into his thoughts.

Bakugou glanced over at his dragon, he was still pale. His red eyes seemed dull, but he looked much better than he did this morning. “No, waiting for the traitor to bring back dinner. Elk.”

Kirishima gasped, “you left her up in the woods! Katsuki!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and returned his gaze to the forest, “she’s fine.”

“No she’s not! The moon is gone tonight,” Kirishima said as he looked up at the dark sky. There were only stars out tonight. “Those things will be out, and they’ll be hungry.”

“Then she’ll have to figure it out,” Bakugou replied with a shrug. The things Kirishima was so worried about were some kind of creature that he thought resembled a scorpion. They were blind, and would only come out once a month during a new moon to hunt. He tracked them before up to a large cave near the top of the mountain. He learned they didn’t like light and used their sense of smell to hunt. They would kill their prey with a sharp sting to the side and carry it back up the mountain to a much bigger one, presumably the queen.

He thought they were fuckin’ creepy as shit, not mention hard to kill. They had a tough armor of chitin on their backs and could only be killed with a spear to the abdomen or fire.

“They’re gonna sting her and bring her up the mountain, Katuski, you can’t let that happen,” Kirishima said with wide eyes as he grabbed Bakugou’s shoulder roughly.

“Why the hell do you care so much?” Bakugou snapped, looking back at Kirishima with furrowed brows.

Kirishima’s hand slipped off Bakugou’s shoulder and he brought it to his lap and looked down. “I dunno,” he shrugged as he played with a string on his pants, “I just trust her I guess. She has a good heart.”

“A good heart, huh?” Bakugou snorted, “good heart my ass. She obviously is here for a reason and not a good one, don’t you think it’s ironic that she showed up almost a minute after you got hit with a silver arrow? Not to mention, someone knew that silver would hurt you.”

Kirishima nodded, but kept his gaze down, “I know, but she has a dragon, Katsuki. I know I’m not like the wild ones, but we follow the same routine when picking our rider, our partner,” he explained as he looked up at his best friend. “We don’t choose people who are truly evil by nature.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes and then glanced over to the area where your dragon was tied off. She looked agitated. Her amber eyes were focused on the woods too, maybe something was wrong.

“I’m starved,” a frail voice said, his grandmother, who he somehow didn’t hear sit down across from him. “Did you have a successful hunt this morning, Katsu?”

Bakugou looked at his grandmother, she seemed to already know what had happened. “Yes.”

“That’s good,” she said as a horrid shriek from the forest echoed down the mountain. It sounded like a woman’s shriek, and suddenly your dragon was up, roaring loudly. A few commoners screamed as she violently tugged at her restraints.

Bakugou ran a hand over his face before making eye contact with his grandmother once more.

“Did you leave that poor girl up there?” she hissed, narrowing her vermillion eyes, “a prince shouldn’t act like that, that’s barbaric.”

“That’s rich- '' Bakugou began, about to remind her of his family line, which did in fact include barbarians.

“Go get her,” his grandmother interrupted, her voice was low and she was looking at him like she was going to smack him with her cane from across the fire.

Bakugou stood up and roughly kicked a log into the fire, causing sparks to fly up into the air. Why was his grandmother so trusting of you? Why was Kirishima so trusting of you too? Were they blind?

—---

You let out another shriek as a horrible insect tried to grab you with its pinchers and sting you again. They were disgusting, pale and huge with a coat of slime covering their backs. Their eyes were small and milky pink, and you had quickly figured out they couldn’t see, but their sense of smell and hearing were impeccable.

You tried giving them the elk to at least try to get away, but they didn’t want anything dead it seemed.

They wanted you.

The bugs were clicking and chittering to one another as they circled the bottom of the tree you were clinging to, and occasionally stabbing the trunk with their tails. Maybe you were safe up here till morning. They couldn’t climb right?

You held your breath as a smaller one, probably about the size of you took a running start at the tree and leapt. All eight legs landed squarely on the tree, and you watched in horror as it dug its little claws into the bark before using its tail to anchor itself into the truck.

“Shit,” you hissed as you looked up at the tree, you could climb a few more feet. Maybe if you got to the top, the thin branches would snap under the weight of the bug. Your heart was pounding in your chest like a drum as you did your best to climb up the tree. The bark of the tree was cutting into your hands, making the insects below go wild when they scented your blood.

You continued to climb, glancing down to see the one bug was almost caught up with you, and their clicking became unified and loud. You took another step but the branch beneath your feet broke and you now you were hanging.

The bug that was chasing you up the tree was now snapping at your feet, just a few inches away from getting your legs. You let out a cry of frustration as you tried to lift yourself up, but after dragging that elk for most of the day your muscles were exhausted, you were barely hanging on.

All at once a searing pain erupted from your left calf and you screamed, and turned around to see that the bug had planted its pinchers into your leg. It was waving its tail and you felt dread sit heavy in your stomach like lead.

Was this it? Were you going to be killed by these insects? Fail your mission and be remembered as the one who failed to bring your family's honor back?

No, you couldn’t give up. Not when you’ve gone through so much, sacrificed so much to be here. These insects were not going to take that away from you.

With a growl you used your good leg to kick the bug in the face, causing it to screech, but it kept its pinchers locked in, tearing at your flesh as it used two legs to grab your upper leg, trying to yank itself up your body to get you to fall.

You kicked it again, and again, hoping that it would detach but it hung on, and dug in deeper. You let out a cry of frustration, maybe you could drop from the tree and land on it then run away? You glanced down, the forest floor was probably about fifty feet down. You’d die if you fell from this height.

The bug while you were looking away for a moment raised its tail, the stinger was aimed at you. In a split second you glanced towards the bug and acted on pure instinct, one hand shot out and grabbed the bug's tail, leaving the stinger inches from your face. You were now hanging on to the branch by one hand, supporting you and the insect that was clinging onto you.

“Fuck,” you shouted, as a few tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, “let go damn it!”

You kicked the insect one time, letting out another shout. Maybe this was it, your hand was slipping off the branch, and there was nowhere else to go but down. You let out a sigh and shut your eyes. The sounds of the bugs faded and the forest faded till all you could hear was your unsteady breathing and rapid heartbeat.

You took a few more breaths before you decided to let go, your fingers slipped from the branch and you felt your stomach drop and air whooshed past your ears. It would be fine in a few moments, you thought to yourself as you felt the bug that was on you fall away from you, scrambling to grab back on to your leg in mid air, it managed to scrap its stinger down your thigh in it’s attempt, drawing blood, but you didn’t even feel it.

You braced for impact, but to your surprise it never came.

Something grabbed you, yanking at your cloak hard, making the clasp of your cloak tighten around your neck and practically choking you as you were flung up into the air and onto something hard. You coughed, scrambling to grab onto something as you opened your eyes, only seeing the stars above you.

Suddenly an orange light illuminated the sky and you could feel the heat of fire on your skin. You blinked as a face came into view in front of you. It was Bakugou.

He was looking down at the forest floor, baring his teeth as he turned his mother’s dragon around and commanding her to set the bugs on fire again. Another plume of fire erupted in the forest and you could hear the dying screeches of the insects as the flames devoured them.

“Fuckin’ insects,” Bakugou snarled before he turned his gaze to you. You looked horrible. Dirt and blood covered your skin and hair and most of your clothes were torn. He glanced at your hands, they were rubbed raw from dragging the elk and climbing the tree you were clinging to. His gaze moved down your body, checking for any obvious sting marks and he frowned when he saw the large scrape on your thigh, it was oozing the same black liquid that he saw when Testsu got stung. Then he noticed the bite marks in your calf and he was quick to yank off the leather strap around his bicep and tie it above the bite mark.

You winced, weakly trying to push Bakugou away as he tied a tourniquet around your leg. “Stop.”

He glanced at you with a neutral expression, ignoring your comment before looking back at your wounds. A small part of him felt a twinge of regret for leaving you out in the forest all alone. He expected you to get a little roughed up, not to get hunted by a pack of those things till the point of pure exhaustion.

As your senses started to come back more you were able to sit up a bit, well as best as you could since Bakugou had you slung in the saddle in front of him on your back like a carcass. You glanced at him, “can you help me get upright?” you asked as your body flopped back down, making the world appear upside down.

“Fine,” Bakugou replied, his voice was clipped as he yanked you upright, frowning as you let out a whimper when you moved your bad leg over the side of the saddle.

You let out a sigh, feeling like you had your bearings a bit better now that you were upright. You could see the camp was so close now, and you could see your dragon in the distance too. She was worried you could feel it.

As you prepared to land, you started to feel strange, your bad leg was starting to freeze and it felt like it was on fire. “What’s happening?” you hissed as you grabbed your thigh, trying to find the source of the pain.

“You got stung, not badly though, just a scratch,” Bakugou explained as he glanced at your thigh from behind you, “our healer has seen this before.”

You nodded, hissing as the fire seemed to travel up your side making your abdominal muscles spasm and contract. The pain was nothing like you felt before, it was like it attacked your nerves, made them feel like they were burning.

Bakugou quickly wrapped his arm around your waist as you started to writhe against him, hissing and clawing at his arm. He now felt a little more than just a ‘twinge’ of guilt. Once he landed he was quick to get you both off his mother’s dragon and to the healers tent.

You were crying trying to grab at anything to distract yourself from the pain, which resulted in you yanking one of Bakugou’s necklaces from his neck. You missed the curious looks of the commoners watching Bakugou rush you across camp to the healer covered in your blood. You also missed Kirishima rushing up to Bakugou’s side.

“I told you, you shouldn’t have left her out there,” Kirishima said as he glanced at your leg. It looked mangled and was streaked with black lines. “Katsuki, I told you,” he repeated again, more softly.

“I know fuckin’ shitty scales,” Bakugou growled as he walked past his grandmother whose eyebrows rose in concern, and his mother who smirked at the sight of you writhing in her sons arms.

Someone grabbed your hand, they were warm and you looked to see a blurry outline of someone with red hair. They squeezed your hand before the pain made you black out and your hand fell out of theirs limp.

—------

Midoriya usually liked to spend his evenings in his tent, inspecting the flora and fauna he collected from the forest under his magnifying glass by the fire. Sometimes he would read through some of his findings for the day, try to see if he missed something in his research.

But his favorite thing to do was to paint.

Most of his medicinal plants and flowers could be turned into colorful paint, which at night would glow on the parchment he’d use. Tonight was one of the rare nights he could paint.

Tonight he was painting your dragon.

He had never seen a dragon like yours before. She was long and slender, like some of the forest snakes he’s observed. Yet she had an extra set of teeth like the marine sharks he saw when the clan was near the ocean during winter. Her fire, though, was what was most intriguing to him. It was green, which meant unlike the dragons he knows to have gold in their blood, which keeps their fire orange, yours must have copper, which turns it green.

She was fascinating to him. Midroyia dipped his paintbrush in the green paint he made from a bit of malachite and filled in the tail of your dragon. He was pleased with this painting, it was probably one of his best.

“Deku!” Bakugou’s voice carried through the tent, “get that art shit off your table!”

Midoriya glanced up to see Bakugou yank open the tent flap and in his arms was you. “Oh my,” he said in mild shock as he quickly cleared his painting and his supplies off his table. “Put her down, Kacchan.”

Bakugou moved inside and set you on the long wooden table and leaned back as Kirishima entered the tent looking worried.

“What happened?” Midoriya asked as he examined your wounds and your body. Black lines were traveling up your skin towards your heart. He didn’t wait for Bakugou to answer, he knew it was those arachnids out in the woods.

He wasted little time moving through his vials of anti-venom before he grabbed one that was filled with an opaque blue liquid. “Open her mouth,” Midoriya said as he glanced at Bakugou, “she’s going to need a few other things as well.”

Watching Midoriya practice his medicine was almost like watching him paint, he was precise in his movements, and intentional. He never made a mistake.

Bakugou glanced at Midoriya as he continued to pour vials of who knows what down your throat, and lift your head off the table so you wouldn’t choke. “What is all that?”

“Medicine,” Midoriya muttered, as he continued to rush around the tent grabbing various items.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “dumbass.”

“Will she be alright?” Kirishima asked, ignoring Bakugou’s glare.

Midoriya nodded, “yes, no need to worry. She’ll be fine by morning. I'm assuming because of her lineage she’ll be similar to Kacchan in terms of recovery time. Your families seem to share similar traits,” he added as he pressed his pointer finger against your canine tooth, it was long and pointed like Bakugou’s.

Bakugou narrowed his eyes as he ran his tongue over his own teeth, you were similar to him in some ways. Not in all ways clearly, you were still a traitor in his book. He let go of your jaw, making Midoriya yelp when it snapped shut, almost getting Midoriya’s fingers. “Tell me when she’s up.”

Then he left the tent, not glancing back behind him, and tuning out Kirishima’s voice. He rolled his shoulders and flexed his neck, feeling a headache come on. He made his way back to the fire where he could see his grandmother who must have took it upon herself to get dinner from somewhere, probably from the old hags who were skinning the deer earlier today.

He looked away from her as he passed only to feel a sharp whack on his head, “shit, what the hell!”

“That’s what you deserve after doing that to that girl, traitor or not, she didn’t deserve to be left to those creatures,” his grandmother said as she placed her cane down, “you still have much to learn before you can lead us.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes while rubbing the top of his head as he made his way to his tent for the night.

#ipromise #bhna bakugou #bakugou x reader #tw. injury #tw. death acceptance

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golvio · 3 months

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I’ve been digesting the video essay Orientalism & the Gerudo over the past couple of days. The first half of the video is a basic, consolidated summary of arguments I’ve seen people make about SWANA representation and Black representation regarding the Gerudo that also includes more academic sources to try to explain to newcomers or people unfamiliar with the term “Orientalism” where these points came from. I’m hoping this opens up some discussions across the wider fandom.

My only criticism is that, sometimes, the points can meander a bit between each other without clear boundaries between which talking point is which, leading to occasional moments of “Huh? How did we get here?” or “Wait, what about that other point you just made?” However, I think that’s a symptom of there being just so much to talk about regarding the broader umbrella topic that this video is trying to cover that it’s hard to know when/how to fit stuff in. You could make a whole essay about only how Arab men are depicted as aggressively misogynistic threats menacing Arab women to justify modern imperialist invasions of the Middle East by Western powers and how that ties in to the way Nintendo refuses to show Ganon having a more humanized, complex relationship with his own people. Even after a whole hour it feels like we’ve only just scratched the surface.

However, I also don’t think this “meandering” is necessarily negative because it sometimes ended up leading to great points that I hadn’t considered before. For example, I was initially confused about why the essay started focusing on Rauru and the plot of TotK after the halfway point, but it ended up not just being a useful example of how Japan reproduces Western tropes from pop cultural influences for fans who weren’t quite convinced about the essay’s arguments in the first half because they assumed Japan was in a cultural vacuum where racism doesn’t exist, but also gave me a totally new perspective about Rauru’s character beyond my initial Shintoist reading of his role as a divine ancestor that legitimized the royal family’s rule.

Rauru and Mineru’s designs and backstory borrow visual and literary tropes from depictions of indigenous peoples in American media to legitimize him as “indigenous to Hyrule” and therefore an important founding figure in its revised origin myth, but these tropes reproduced without awareness of their original cultural context also serve to “unperson” him as a character within the story. He’s sequestered into a distant past where he can’t really interact with characters in the present, not even truly “owning” the kingdom he founded, which instead passes to the Hylians, who coopted his legacy of unification for their own ends but completely forgot about him. He and his sister are treated more like “resources” for Link/the player to take advantage of to achieve their goals than characters in their own right. And, emotionally, the Zonai siblings are so distanced from the main cast and each other by being treated more like concepts of “nativeness” than people in their own right that their own descendant feels like a stranger visiting an exotic land instead of long-lost family reconnecting with her roots.

Like…it’s a really clever way to introduce two equally complex points that people should keep in mind when examining the Gerudo. First, that you can’t really treat Japan’s depictions as the exact same as Western depictions, because while Japan isn’t “the West,” it has its own complicated history with racism and imperialism born out of the “pan-Asian” nationalism of the early 20th century. At the same time, Japan doesn’t exist in a hermetically sealed cultural vacuum totally isolated from Western influences that makes Japanese creators incapable of learning about cultural nuances regarding racism, despite what fashy weebs personally invested in the myth of Japan being a magical exotic fairyland where “woke” doesn’t exist want you to believe.

I hope this video essay inspires other people to look into this topic further and maybe contribute their own works to the discussion.

#loz thoughts #racism mention tw

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rreskk · 1 year

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His favourite

TW: Mentions of sex. Teasing. Trevor being horny. Summary: You’re Trevor’s favourite employee but he won’t tell you why.

You worked as a bartender during the weekends at the downtown ‘Vanilla Unicorn’ strip club. The extra cash was needed but you have to deal with drunk men who talk sickly about women with ‘big milkers’ and ‘tight pussies’.

Ever since the original owner disappeared, the replacement only made the place 10x worse. His shallow, deep eyes and twisted smirk that exotically talks to his ‘employees’ (Your co-workers that happen to be strippers) after spending the night with them. His name was Trevor, and he is a total manwhore.

No matter how hard you attempted to avoid conversation, he always appears out of the blues and always by your side. Every single day since he owned this club, he somehow manages to bring home one of the ladies who work here. Every week you come here and hear them talking about how much of a ‘sexy stud’ he is.

You were thankful you only work here 2 times a week, or you’d end up losing your mind. However, the weekends are always the worse when it comes to serving people and dealing with eternal bullshit.

Tonight it was only worse as one man came in and ordered a table for his 15 group of friends. Loud, rowdy, horny, and drunk out of their goddamn mind.

The host of the committee stumbled forward and leaned against the table dividing both of you, slurring against his will.

“C-Can we hire your… HAHA!” He dribbled uncontrollably before resuming his attempt of the English language, “Can me ‘nd the boys hire your fat ASS! For me back home?”

You blinked for a few minutes hoping he was mistaking you for someone else. But he wasn’t.

The drunk slid closer to where you stood, basically sprawled out on the counter. “Hire your fat ass? Baby?”

You restrained and limited your vocabulary in case you ‘accidentally’ threaten and insult the idiotic twat in front of you. Staff policies says so. If you had free speech in this place, you’d be coming back home more satisfied and happy.

“This fat ass is not for sale. Go away.” You flapped your hand, urging him to return back to his friends who were snickering at your reaction.

He giggled drunkenly and reached over to touch your hand but you leaped back.

“Not e-even a little touchy?” His voice went childishly high and crackled in between speaking.

You shook your head. “Go touchy your boyfriends instead.”

A cackled erupted beside you and soon a tall man took a bottle of Jack Daniels from your shelves, chugging it with unhuman strength that it held no effect on him.

The rude customer that was previously slurring to you staggered back in disgust, watching the older boss shoot him daggers.

You could only sigh and guess it was Trevor Philips.

“My favourite employee, my wonderful Y/N!”

Yep, it’s Trevor Philips.

He bent forward and fiddled with the cash machine as you slapped his hands away.

“Don’t touch that. Leave it.” You ushered anxiously, thinking he’ll end up breaking it.

Trevor cooed at your nervousness, hand asserting it’s dominance on yours.

“That’s not how you treat your boss, hey?” His tone growing more irritatingly menacing as you grew entitled to his playfulness.

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again, this time, lowering his tone and giving you serious eyes.

“I’m proud of you though. You dealt with that dickhead well. I would of buried him by now.” Trevor admitted with a genuine chuckle, mouth cracking into a smile as he did.

You returned his conversating mood, growing familiar with his bipolar emotions, deciding to remark before his entire mindset changes.

“You could say that.”

He mumbled under his breath, raising a finger towards you. “No, I’m deadass serious. No one should talk to a pretty lady like that. Especially one of my employees.”

His protectiveness startled you so suddenly. You weren’t sure how to react, feeling your stomach fluster a bit.

“Well, I’m sure this is normalised behaviour in strip clubs now.” You assured with a tint of sarcasm.

“Hm, it’s crazy what tits can do to a man now.” Trevor snorted disgustingly. “Shit, I’m growing hard even thinkin’ about some.”

You clicked your tongue to excuse the awkwardness, making yourself busy by collecting dirty cups and bringing them to the sink that was just behind you and Trevor.

The loud music beamed in your ears, making it hard to hear if he stepped back with you or not. But what answers your question would be the shadow that formed over yours. He was standing right behind you.

“Is everything okay?” You inquired concerningly. Your back was to the wall and your face was inches away from his

He shrugged, “Just spending quality time with my favourite employee.”

A scoff left your lips.

“You say that to every other lady in this place.”

Trevor glanced up in consideration before silently agreeing with you. That didn’t stop him from invading your personal space, head tilting to gaze into your eyes clearer.

“I’m telling the truth. You are my favourite, and I say that without fucking or kissing you.” He whispered. “You do some bad things to me, Y/N.”

Trevor took a few steps back, laughing at whatever he found funny, leaving you in the bar alone, flustered… And shamefully horny.

#trevor philips #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/you #trevor philips x you #GTA V #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft 5 #grand theft auto

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mega-aulover · 7 months

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👻 Trick or Treat! 🎃

(Just in case you have something up your sleeve 😉)

I do @mollywog- but is it a trick or a treat?

“Come on! I’m not getting any younger!” Jo beeped the horn.

Katniss grimaced looking out of the glass stunt door. Jo was waiting outside in her black Land Rover. “I can’t believe I closed my shop on a Friday afternoon, and I have to be tortured for the next three days.”

Prim rolled her eyes, “It's not really three days because it’s past noon, and all you have is Saturday all day, then Sunday you’ll be leaving before noon. So really it’s two days.”

Katniss hated when her sister was right. She wrinkled her nose, “Do I have to go?”

“Katniss, you're her maid of honor, you’ve got to go.”

“You should have been her maid of honor, Prim. You’re better at these sorts of things than I am.” Katniss had been trying to weasel her way out of being in Johanna’s wedding. Jo had a perverse sense of humor and delighted in watching Katniss squirm in public situations.

“Stop pouting and put your big girl pants on, you're going this weekend with your fellow bridesmaids.”

“I am not pouting,” Katniss grumbled.

Prim chuckled as she handed Katniss her leather jacket.

“You know how to talk to people. I scowl and make babies cry.”

“You’re going camping. You’ll be able to shoot your bow, throw knives, climb trees, and hunt. It’s not the place for a geek like me.”

Katniss rolled her eyes, her sister was gorgeous, tall, blonde, skinny, the type of girl they put on magazines. Prim liked the city life, museums, clubs, social activities that involved talking, something Katniss avoided like the plague. “Fine I'll go, you traitor.” Katniss pouted.

Johanna beeped again. Jo screamed, “I CAN SEE YOU BRAINLESS!!!”

“Just do me a favor?”

Katniss frowned, “I don't do favors for traitors.”

Prim batted her lashes and made the baby droopy face Katniss couldn't say no to, “Okay, okay stop with the face.”

Prim grinned triumphantly.

“What do you want? Are you going to tell me to look for a rare plant?” Her sister was studying genetics, most specifically plant genetics and how their curative properties could help humans.

“Take care of Delly.”

Katniss had forgotten about the perky blonde, who was about as menacing as a fluffy baby rabbit. “Delly?”

“Delly is like me,” Prim pointed out the obvious, “she’s not equipped to hang out with Jo’s crew.” Katniss rolled her eyes and Prim put her hands on her hips. “You know better than I do, the only reason Delly is in that wedding party is because she’s friends with Jo’s groomsmen and they needed the extra girl.”

Katniss thought of women Jo included in her bridal party, Cressida, the hardened reporter who went into dangerous situations, Purnia the NYC cop, and Enobaria the psycho girl from Jo’s sorority. Delly was a bright bubbly girl, who boarded on annoying because of her peppy personality.

Prim was right, Delly wasn’t going to fit in at all. “Fine, I'll look after Delly.”

“Thanks Katniss,” Prim gave her sister a hug. “Now have fun and play nice with the other kids in the sand box.” Prim picked up the duffle bag and handed it to Katniss, before pushing her out of the door. Katniss stuck her tongue out at her sister. As she moved toward the Land Rover Katniss could hear her sister's distinctive horse-like laugh.

“Okay Brainless ready for a wild weekend.”

Katniss mustered up a smile, as she sank back into the seat.

“We have to pick up Delly,” Jo said, swerving into oncoming traffic.

Within moments they were at the shoe shop. Delly was waiting for them outside.

“Hi,” Delly squealed. “I’m so honored that you would want me to come along on your girl’s weekend.” She put her things in the boot of the car.

Katniss smiled but was sure Delly’s voice was going to make her have a headache. The sky up above thickened with clouds. To the casual observer the sky was filled with fluffy unassuming cumulus clouds but Katniss knew better. Those were cumulonimbus or rather rain clouds. Some were white others were gray and the ones rolling in, held the promise of a storm.

“I hope I dressed okay, I’ve never been camping before.” Delly said, her smiling face filled the rear view mirror as they drove away. “I’m so honored that you would choose me, people don’t pick me, not even in grade school.”

Jo gave Katniss that I’m-about-to-do-something-stupid-look. Recalling her promise Katniss said, “Why don’t I put some music on.”

Jo grunted. The Ramone’s blared from the radio. The rest of the drive was relatively quiet with the music blaring. Katniss noticed that they passed one of those prisoner transport vans that was heading in their direction. Seeing the transport, reminded Katniss of her ex-Darius. He was a local deputy, who oddly enough knew Purnia. He often had to transport prisoners from the local jail to the state prison.

They stopped once for a bathroom break. From there the rest of the trip to the campgrounds didn’t take very long within the hour they arrived at the park. Jo parked the car at the rangers cabin, to register. Delly had fallen asleep in the back.

“I’ll be right back,” Jo said as she got out.

Katniss got out of the car to stretch, out of the corner of her eyes she spotted a man, a blonde broad chested man, with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. A lock of his hair fell on his forehead, Katniss wanted to reach out and touch him. This impulse shocked her.

She wasn’t one to date or pick up men. She had one serious boyfriend in the entirety of her life, Darius. Things fizzled out with Darius almost as soon as things began, within six months they had called it quits, Katniss wasn't comfortable being touched and Darius was the kind of guy who was overly affectionate. This overwhelming feeling of wanting to touch a stranger was unlike her, Katniss hated public displays of affection.

Feeling her gaze the man turned in her direction. Quickly Katniss glanced away hoping this man hadn’t caught her blatant glare. He was handsome, like the hot guy next door handsome. After a few seconds Katniss shyly looked up and saw that he was gone.

“Happy still asleep?” Jo said of Delly. She frowned, “Why do you look flushed, what’s wrong with you? Are you okay? Don’t tell me you’re getting sick? You never get sick?”

“Woah, Jo,” Katniss said, “I’m not getting sick.”

Jo gave her a funny look.

The wind picked up, Katniss frowned as she glanced up at the sky. “Jo the clouds?”

“A passing shower,” Jo muttered.

“I don’t think so,” Katniss glanced up once more. There was something foreboding in the skies above, she felt it deep within her gut.

“Remind me to get gas before we leave.”

“Why not get it now,” Katniss suggested, “If the weather gets bad you don’t have to worry about it.”

“Fine, I’ll fill up,” Jo said.

Katniss was satisfied. She glanced up once again. Rain clouds for many were a sign of a good omen, a promise of rebirth. For Katniss rain only brought one thing.

Death.

#Blood Moon

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dhaaruni · 10 months

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People on the left argue until their faces are blue that “being uncomfortable” is not grounds to penalize someone without material harm to an individual, which is fair, but they conveniently ignore that this criteria means a lot of #MeToo cases are also rendered invalid.

How is a woman being sexually harassed at work or by a homeless man on a train any different? Many people on the left say the former deserves censure but turn around and argue that carceral solutions to the latter are inhumane. You can’t have it both ways!

A magnitude of an action isn’t determined by the perpetrator’s action! If your stance is women have to endure men jacking off to them in trains without calling the cops if the men are less privileged than they are, you’d better be ready to defend workplace sexual harassment.

Kat Rosenfeld right as usual.

Here, one might have expected that many of the same voices who argued so vehemently against the notion of resilience in the midst of MeToo — the ones who believed that the solution to harassment lay not in teaching women to be assertive, but in teaching men not to abuse — would now demand zero tolerance for male aggression on public transit. If you argue that a woman can be traumatised by bawdy humour in the office or awkward come-ons in a bar, surely you would agree that she’s entitled to be fearful when trapped underground on a metal tube with an erratically-behaving stranger twice her size. [...] This sudden rediscovery of the merits of resilience would have been almost refreshing, if not for the whiplash of its promotion by people who up until very recently were arguing that a tweet made them unsafe. There’s even something to it: the ubiquity of certain kinds of boundary-challenging behaviour in big cities makes it not just impractical but impossible to treat every incident of one-off harassment from a stranger as if it’s the end of the world. And of course, once you’ve survived a run-in with the mystery subway ejaculator, sexist microaggressions are unlikely to faze you: cultivating resilience is how we learn to recognise that a situation can be both genuinely alarming but not materially unsafe, or to make peace with the fact that many things which make us uncomfortable should nevertheless be allowed. [...] To sum up: a man who reposts an off-colour joke is advertising his innate misogyny, to the point where women should feel uncomfortable sharing a workplace with him. But an agitated and clearly unstable man announcing to a crowded subway car — as Neely reportedly did — that he’s been pushed to the brink and is ready to die, or go to prison for life: why in the world would you find that menacing?

#Personal

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Favourites

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you're one of Negan's wives, but you're his favourite.

A/N: Okay so basically this is a rewrite of what I'd originally written, except I wrote a lil bit of smut. And I'm just gonna say, I have literally NEVER written smut in my life, this is my first time writing it. So if it's bad, please just be kind cos I'm new to this. But if anyone has any criticisms, then I'd love to hear it so I can improve aha.

Warnings: Strong language, fingering, little bit of dry humping?

“You’re a dick.” You scowled at Negan, who was currently standing in front of you, swinging his bat beside him.

He just smirked. “Oh, lovely wife. Should you really be speaking to me like that? I just picked you to come back to my room with me. Aren’t you grateful?”

You’d been Negan’s wife for quite some time now. You were one of the first. And the only reason you were still here was because despite how twisted he was, you still found yourself attracted to Negan. Of course, he wasn’t fully aware of your feelings towards him.

He dragged his fingers along your jawline, making you slightly lean into his touch. You hated how it made you feel, his rough fingertips dancing across your skin. You couldn’t help but enjoy the tingling sensation his touch gave you. A menacing grin crept onto his face before he finally spoke again. “Come on. You know you want to. I can actually feel the heat comin’ off of you right now.”

He turned and made his way to the door, and you slowly followed behind him. You almost felt ashamed that you enjoyed your visits to Negan’s bedroom. It was pretty obvious that he favoured you more compared to the other women he’d claimed, but you didn’t let on that you knew. You just savoured your time with him, before returning to your room, and allowing the shame to hang over you.

When you finally spotted the open door to his room, you couldn’t help but feel a little excitement. Every time, Negan would always surprise you with something new. Most of the time, you’d just go in there to have sex. But sometimes, he’d just sit there, watching you intently. That was how you knew you were his favourite. He would never do that with any of his other wives. He felt it created a weaker image of him.

“So...I’m a dick then, huh?” Negan growled, looking you over before closing the door.

You tried to suppress a smile. God, he looked so sexy standing there in front of you. You just continued to stand there quietly, taking in his handsome features.

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” he demanded. He didn’t even move. He just stood there, completely still, continuing to glare at you.

You folded your arms across your chest. “Yeah, you are a dick.” You weren’t afraid of him. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“You still like me though, don’t ya.” He smirked, slowly edging closer to you. You didn’t move. You couldn’t. The tension between the two of you was growing, and you’d found yourself rooted to the ground.

He carefully stepped closer to you, until his face was just inches away from yours. “Look, I like you, (y/n). But you’ve gotta start cooperating a little more. You can’t just be an asshole to me and then come in here and do fuck all.”

“Who says I’m not cooperating?” You said softly, tracing your fingers along his rough beard. You leaned in closer to him, until your lips were almost touching. He tried to connect his lips with yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Who said you could kiss me?” You teased.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, I don’t like the way you just spoke to me. So maybe I don’t wanna be here anymore,” you smirked, seeing a look of frustration appear on his face. You loved teasing him like that. It gave you so much more power over him.

He glared at you. “I don’t give a shit.”

“Yes you do. I’m not stupid, Negan. I can see the way you treat me compared to the others.”

He stepped back a little bit, the devilish grin reappearing on his face. “Oh? And how do I treat you?”

“I dunno. You’re just less of an ass with me.”

“Aw, I’m touched,” he joked, moving closer to you again.

You leaned closer to him, gently pressing your fingertips to the center of his chest. It wasn’t long before his hands found their way into your hair. The feeling of his fingertips caressing your scalp made you tingle with pleasure.

“Ugh, can’t I be in control for once?” You groaned, suddenly realising that he was slowly beginning to take over again.

“Are you being fucking serious right now? Are you trying to piss me off today?”

“I just think you should let me have some control for once,” you suggested, running your hands through his dark hair.

“You’re joking, right?”

You shook your head. “Look, if you don’t want this. Fine, I’ll go.” You removed your fingers from his hair, and began to walk past him and toward the door.

But he caught your arm before you could take another step. “Fine,” he huffed, making you return to your previous position.

You grinned. You enjoyed this. You enjoyed seeing him so vulnerable. And you just loved how much he hated it. But the funny thing was, he was only allowing this in order to get you to stay. He clearly cared about you a little.

You leaned closer to him, gently tugging on the bottom of his leather jacket. You slowly dragged him toward the bed, making him sit down. This was clearly making him nervous, as his eyes darted around the small room.

You quickly crawled onto his lap, securing your legs behind him. You could already feel the heat building between the two of you, as you leaned in even closer, gently pressing your lips against his.

“God, you’re fuckin’ killin’ me,” he groaned against your lips.

You let out a quiet laugh, as you continued to torture him. As your lips met in a desperate kiss, you started to slowly grind your hips against him, causing a muffled groan to escape him. You felt his hands slide around your back, gently nipping at your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. You tried to force yourself closer to him in an attempt to deepen the kiss.

But when he went to pull your shirt over your head, you leaned back, stopping him. "Who am I to you?" You breathed out, noticing how his hazel eyes watched you intently.

"My wife." He replied almost instantly.

"No but really-"

"My wife." He repeated, his tone firmer. You could see it now. You could see it in his eyes that he cared for you.

You helped him lift your shirt over your head and you shivered when his hands ghosted over your chest as he covered your mouth with his again.

You started to move your hips over his jeans again whilst he began fumbling with the button on your jeans.

"Fuck." He groaned into your mouth, his hips bucking up against yours in desperation.

When he finally managed to undo your jeans, you lifted yourself off him slightly so that he could roughly tug them down your legs, leaving you in only your underwear as you straddled him.

You lowered back down onto him and you couldn't help the small whimper that escaped your lips when you felt his erection press against your aching pussy through your clothes.

"Jesus." You whispered, causing a wicked grin to expand across Negan's features as he watched you grinding over his clothed cock.

He kissed you again and you gasped when you felt his fingers quickly slipping underneath the fabric of your panties.

"Damn, all this for me?" He smirked against your lips, brushing a finger along your folds. "So fucking wet, baby."

You were barely able to keep your eyes open when you felt the pressure of one of his fingers pressing into you. You groaned, involuntarily rocking your hips against his hand as he slowly started moving his finger in and out of you.

You roughly gripped his leather jacket between your fingers when you felt him add a second finger, continuing to push them back and forth inside you.

"Shit." You breathed out, screwing your eyes shut at the pressure that was building in your stomach.

"You like that?" He said, watching as you started to come apart on top of him.

You nodded, still fisting his jacket in your hands. "Yes."

Your thighs started to shake when you felt him thrusting his fingers deeper inside you and you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you felt your release coming close.

All of a sudden, you felt your body tense and a wave of pleasure crashed over you as you fell forward into Negan's chest.

"Fuck." You groaned, trying to catch your breath as Negan smirked at the sight of you.

"So what was that about being in charge?" Negan snickered, removing his fingers from inside you, sucking them clean as he looked up at you.

"Shut up."

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#negan #negan imagine #negan imagines #negan smut #smut #negan x reader #negan x y/n #negan fanfic #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfic #twd fanfic #jeffrey dean morgan

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whamss · 5 months

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*extremely normal* once again getting all doomer abt hsbc and clenching my fist hard. istg if this team doesn’t give rosemary some degree of good closure i will bite all of their heads off

like. listen. it’s not like i want to doubt them. we haven’t even seen rose or kanaya in either timeline yet since they picked the story back up. but to this day i think it’s insane to me that the only established sapphic relationship in post canon has been turned into a parody of what it was in canon that exists almost exclusively to cause drama. and any sapphic relationship outside of that (‘jaderose’) is purely just to contribute to the drama rosemary is supposedly destined to cause. TO THIS DAY i think the choice to make rose cheat on kanaya is vile, esp when meat rosemary was already as messy as it was (and for the record, i think meat rosemary is good drama. candy rosemary is pointless drama that completely undermines not just rose’s canon character, but her established characterization In The Epilogues. yk, the thing they’re trying to play off of).

and i don’t want to sit here and say i think candy rosemary should be redeemed, i hope they divorce. i don’t think they should be salvageable as is, at least not easily. even moreso i hope to god that they stop treating kanaya like a sad punching bag who is solely victim to all of rose’s destructive impulses. kanaya has more than the capacity for anger, and more importantly i think kanaya loves herself. i hate to see a story where the one 100% canon lesbian character we have is forced to suffer and sit there looking pretty. i hate to see a story where they basically make kanaya’s entire life revolve around rose, forcing her to watch while she betrays her over and over. kanay was never like that, rosemary was never like that. it sucks that this is what they’ve turned into. i hope kanaya gets to kill people, or at least grow outside of rose. especially in candy, but in meat as well

i think meat rosemary has the potential to still be a good thing, they have some very interesting set up imo, but UGH there’s nothing more annoying than seeing kanaya immediately positioned as like, this sad figure who does nothing but think abt how much she misses her wife while rosebot exists to be nothing but a menace while terezi and dirk establish themselves as characters around her. and maybe i have no reason to, but i worry a lot anyways that we’re going to go into their arcs with this new team and they’re going to continue to discard them and either force kanaya to keep being a background character who watches rose destroy both of their lives, or sideline both of them entirely and position them purely as tools to fuel drama for the omega kids and otherwise act as catalysts for other characters to develop around

post canon in general has an undeniable woman problem. outside of vrissy it feels like the only women who’ve gotten any semblance of establishment as characters are terezi and alt calliope (even this recent update, aradia heavy as it was, had aradia mostly positioned to center some of the issues davebot is going to have to work through. which is fine, i guess, but not encouraging). i want to see this team live up to our hopes and deliver a good product. i’d like this team to treat its women well. i’d like them to treat their sapphics right. i believe that they can, i’m not trying to imply otherwise, but UGHHHH man do i think the old product didn’t set itself up well for this. and im just worried that this new team might not care enough to actually give rosemary (or rose and kanaya individually) anything remotely satisfying

#talk tag #homestuck #homestuck beyond canon #rosemary #im rambling but yk i think about it a lot #post canon hates women and it especially hates lesbians #i just haven’t really seen anything to suggest otherwise

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luvring · 11 months

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Hi!!! If your still taking requests can I ask abt mhin (from touchstarved) with a siren s/o?

MHIN WITH A SIREN S/O

gn!reader | ok. some gender stuff i had to work around here. since i couldn't 100% confirm if sirens affected only men or Everyone (yknow. w women Not Being Sailors) i went w the assumption Everyone is affected. "First you will come to the Sirens who enchant all who come near them" is GOOD ENOUGH FOR ME!

and tho sirens are usually half-women i still used gender neutral terms! found depictions of male sirens which disappeared around the 5th century bce so. yknow. mythology.

! a Little difficult to safely prove your problem (especially if you run with the idea that sirens die if someone survives hearing their song) to mhin unless you're capable of transforming into the usual mermaid appearance, or perhaps the half-person half-bird version, etc. in which case,, it's pretty easy to tell. lol. to be fair you point out that mhin transforming isn't exactly safe either.

^ if it's the half-bird version i think they would exhibit a Certain kind of Shock since their form is also some sort of bird creature. like okayyy twinning ?! you'd get to compare your forms and they're like ? there's some major differences between us but i see what you mean

it intrigues them about how good your voice could be, and they wonder how long they could listen or if there's some sort of work around. like would it affect them the same if They were in their monster form, and do either of you really want to test that theory

^ specifically a solution that doesn't involve others bc there Is already 2 solutions,, but neither of you are very excited by this experiment Or involving anyone else.

one big (good!) difference is the fact that you both know you aren't alone, if ykwim. like, it isn't being a siren that's important to mhin, it's that you guys can relate to each other's problems and can face them Together

there is definitely. a conversation you have about whether you enjoy being a siren or if you would try to get rid of that part of you if given the chance. how your thoughts compare to mhin's, and reassuring them that even if You didn't want a 'cure', you understand why they do and support them. or that you Would choose to be something else,, and mhin keeping that info in the back of their mind for later

anyway. on a more lighthearted note.

in general, mhin doesn't really treat you differently than they would if you weren't a siren. other than maybe making sure you aren't picked for karaoke and—depending on how often you sing while alone—making sure it's safe to come into your room, it doesn't affect day-to-day life very much!

being a siren doesn't stop any date ideas, walking around, physical affection, etc. What about a good singing voice means you can't tease them or help them clean up after a mission or trying new sweets together. LOVE WINS!

imagine if it was like,, you had to have the intent of luring someone in + you don't Die if your 'target' survives,, so you could hum or sing without someone being in danger. and Mhin knows that. but the others don't. Idk i think we should let them be a menace. support it, even. play along, if you will

^ ! if this was the case they would at least be very interested in hearing you sing while you're one-on-one. like as a siren Out of the water Not leading sailors into a rocky death,, if you're in a safe enough environment, there's really less risk of...death. and they trust you!

but seriously,, ais and vere say something irritating and mhin is shooting you a look. and you have to tell them No you will Not sing to fuck with them right now

mhin asking if there's specific songs you have to sing or if you could technically sing something dumb + silly. not because they secretly think it'd be amusing to watch someone fall under your control but solely because of curiosity /sarc

! being a siren could potentially pull off different jobs which means you can work as a Team :) no longer alone!

are you a siren with a mermaid form? if given the chance mhin would take you to...a lake...the ocean... a body of water so you can show them what you look like, and they're just. in awe. they understand how sailors would've fallen for you and others like you

Something to be said of how mhin wishes their curse was more like yours in this case (alluring, control over your power, not intrinsically horrific, etc) but Let's not think about that too much

#touchstarved game #touchstarved mhin #mhin x reader #nia + touchstarved

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To the people complaining about lila not having an interesting motivation, lila ‘s been firmly established as being someone who enjoys to hurt people.

She doesn’t need a complex reason to want to hurt someone other than, “this person said no to me “ and her ego.

Can we let women just be evil and not always have to make them have a complex sob story on why they do bad stuff? Let women be villains for the evilulz.

I personally don't think Lila loves hurting people because she doesn't care about people to begin with. To her, they are all stupid and potential pawns to help her reach her objective. But you cannot attract flies with vinegar. And people are more willing to "help" if you are sweet and helpless after all or if they hear what they like to hear.

However, Lila cannot allow herself to not deal with potential threats getting in her way. As they say, it takes years to build an image but only a moment to destroy it. And hurting people is a tool in her arsenal when she has to deal with obstacles she encounters. It is not her goal.

No, Lila just loves it when everything goes her way. She loved having her face being everywhere with the Alliance ring. She loves the special attention. To me, it feels to be her way of being in control of her environment.

Anyway, I even wonder if Lila sometimes even gets thrilled by challenging herself on what she can do. Like what is her deal to pretend to be (at least) 3 different women's daughter at the same time? What is her deal to have at least two lives in two different school? That must be exhausting, yet she does it. Why? For the women, I suspect she has a use for each of them (like the one works in a country embassy). But for being in two schools? Not so sure. Unless there are students in each of those insitutions who are valuable for her to get to or to use.

It feels like, for Lila, all doors can be open with patience, diligent work and with the right puppet. This is her way of living and she is embracing it because she is getting what she wants and no one is allowed to say no to her.

The people who dare get in her way? People who lecture her about right and wrong? People who treats her like a nobody and throwing her away? Oh be prepared. Lila is a vengeful spirit.

But you are right, Anon, Lila doesn't need a complex reason. A lot of villains in other media don't actually.

Take Cruella from the 101 Dalmatians. She loves fur and wants a coat made of spotted puppies skin to add to her collection. If the protagonist was a human, she would not be as much as a menace, but since the protagonists are dogs, well, she is endangering their litter's lives directly.

Sidenote I especially love the 1990s live action interpretation because it leans on making her an artist at her core and as a fashion designer, she simply loves using fur as a material to work with.

Yzma from Emperor's New Groove? Wants to kill the emperor out of pure revenge because Kuzco dared fire her from her royal advisor's spot.

Mother Gothel in Rapunzel? Wants to keep the source of her youthful appearance for herself.

They all don't need to have complex nor sad backstory. But they still each have a motivation to oppose or endanger the protagonist in some way. Even so, just because their motivation is simple doesn't mean that the villain cannot be compelling, fun or be an actual threat.

I think some people believe they have to care about what the villain is trying to do, but I do not believe it is the right question. To me, the question should be how the villain is relevant to the story and how they clash with the protagonist. Especially when there are at least 50 episodes in which they will be the main antagonist to defy and mess with the heroes.

#miraculous ladybug #lila rossi

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unsanedes · 10 months

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How was Theo Raeken one of the most irredeemable villains in Teen Wolf?

I do understand how deeply rooted the pack's hatred and resentment of Theo went because he; one, manipulated them all and almost trashed their relationships for good; and two, he murdered Scott fairly easily (couldn't have been good for the ego).

SKSKSKSK, okay I'm joking on that last part because Scott doesn't have ego problems and it wasn't easy for Theo to murder him.

STILL, though, even after Theo came back from hell, everyone still treated him like the #1 threat around. Admittedly, I know that it's because he killed Scott and because he was a menace to society in season 5, but like... Scott still believed in Peter's ability to change. Scott believed PETER could change... Oh, but believing in Theo's ability to change was the hard one.

Yes, Theo did horrible things and he killed his own sister, but outside of the writing, I don't see Scott not sympathizing with him to some degree. It felt wrong that Scott didn't immediately do the math and feel bad when he realized that Theo was only 9 when he was taken by the Dread Doctors.

Scott should have been able to feel badly for him and still think he was capable of redemption like he did for Peter. The writing just wouldn't allow him to, though.

Also,

Peter was a creep towards Lydia in season 2 and Theo never had that problem. He was equally violent towards everyone and wasn't creepy with women. So, it's just funny how Jeff Davis wrote a full redemption for a grown man who had been creepy towards a teenaged girl, than one for a teenaged boy who was severely abused and traumatized by literal monsters.

PS: I say this as someone who does like Peter towards the end of the series, because having a daughter definitely changed him for the better.

#This took a turn I didn't expect it to #Whoops #teen wolf #theo raeken #scott mccall #peter hale #let's look at a take on Theo being redeemable

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debbiechanclub · 11 months

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What are your thoughts on bullet club war dogs as a whole and what are your thoughts on each of the members?

What a nice treat in my inbox, thank you for allowing me to subject you to my insanity about this group of people. My thoughts are that I love them, and let me tell you why.

Preemptively inserting a cut, because I'm sure this is gonna be long.

*Morgan Freeman voice*: It is.

I assume you know this, so I don't mean to mansplain, but it's crucial to my point to reiterate that the original intent of Bullet Club as founded by Prince Devitt was to be a stable of despicable gaijin (or foreign) wrestlers. Which makes total sense as a concept, especially in NJPW. Japan is not the cultural melting pot that North America or the UK is―if you're not Japanese, you stick out. So it makes perfect sense that the foreign wrestlers would gravitate toward each other and band together in that locker room as strangers in a strange land, so to speak.

However, to me, it hadn't felt like that's what Bullet Club was in a long time. Ever since The Elite left NJPW and during the bulk of Jay White's tenure as leader, basically (and he is the longest tenured leader!). At some point under Jay's leadership, BC became less about being a group of foreign menaces and more about just being a group of menaces. And a group of menaces who didn't really have each other's backs, to boot? There was so much in-fighting and it got so old.

But David Finlay and the War Dogs―in my admittedly completely biased opinion―have brought BC back to its original intent. They're a group of young, hungry, foreign guys who came almost entirely out of NJPW's American arm in Strong. And they're obsessed with each other. You can tell from social media and their backstage comments and in-ring promos that they're a cohesive unit who have each other's backs.

Outside of the War Dogs, though... BC is still a hot fucking mess. I'm highkey annoyed that Jay is just being allowed to get away with BC Gold in AEW, and I want nothing more than for Finlay to finally cut House of Torture loose (and hopefully there will be movement on that with him and EVIL being in the same G1 block). I do, however, think Ace and Bey should be brought into the War Dogs; they would fit right in (and I love Chris Bey). As for the BC subgroup in NJPW Tamashii, while I know absolutely nothing about them it does make sense that NJPW would want an iteration of their most-known faction in their Australian arm. And plus Bad Luck Fale is heading it up and he's an original member, so. Pass.

Okay, so now that I've told you my thoughts on the War Dogs as a group, lets get into each of them individually.

David Finlay

I mean, he's blorbo prime. My special (not really) little guy. He just scratches a very satisfying itch in my brain, and it actually started for me back when Kenny Omega took the AEW World Championship over to Impact to become the Belt Collector. Because when Kenny did that, I―like many others―tuned into Impact for the first time in actual decades, and when FinJuice started feuding with The Good Brothers for the Impact World Tag Titles, I just knew I'd vibe with Finlay, you know? Like I said, he scratched an itch. (Also, I should say here that I didn't start regularly watching NJPW until like... mid-2021, so my exposure to Finlay up until watching Impact was essentially that I knew he was a person who existed.) And then Finlay came back to Japan for the first time in over a year to compete in last year's G1 post-split from Juice, and he was a bit more aggressive with a bit of a chip on his shoulder, and the feeling of "yeah, that's my guy," only grew. And then he walked out with Gedo in Bullet Club gear for the New Japan Cup and I was just a goner. Plus his dad is Fit Finlay who I love simply for everything he's done to help elevate women's wrestling. Like, love and respect, Steph, but you didn't start the women's revolution―Fit did when he started treating WWE's women like wrestlers and not just eye candy 💅🏻

Oh, and I will die on this hill: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, will Tony Khan or someone in fucking AEW acknowledge all the history between Finlay and both Juice and Jay and give us the fucking War Dogs-BC Gold feud we deserve????

Okay, moving on.

Clark Connors

Okay, so. If Finlay scratches a satisfying itch in my brain, Clark scratches a hedonistic one, and that's just it. Seriously―when he first joined BC, he had me acting and thinking weird. He's despicable and cocky and he likes to drink and smoke and fight and I am simply helpless against his dirtbag rhinestone outlaw swag. Plus, he's just a good hard-hitting wrestler. There's a moment in his match against Kevin Knight from this year's BOSJ where he did this crazy sort of spear-spinebuster combo that lives absolutely rent free in my brain. OH. And his theme song is a fucking banger.

Dan "Drilla" Moloney

To be perfectly transparent, even though he was great in this year's BOSJ, I didn't pay much attention to Drilla until he joined BC and linked up with Clark, and I don't know that I like him so much as I just like him and Clark together? That's not to say I don't like Drilla on his own, because I do―he's mouthy and entertaining as fuck and just does not give a fuck. At all. But him and Clark together are just *chef's kiss* to me. Although, I am very much looking forward to Drilla's impending match and feud with Will Ospreay.

Alex Coughlin

This might come as a surprise, but... Alex is lowkey my second favorite after Finlay (sorry, Clark 🫣). And it’s for the same reason that I gravitated toward Finlay in the first place: I just know I'd vibe with him based off the things he posts on IG. I also like that he brings a completely different dynamic to the group in the sense that he's not loud or outwardly cocky and doesn't run his mouth like the rest of them do. He just stares into your soul and picks things up and throws them. And I just think he's neat. I hope he does well in the G1 and I will be sad if he doesn't.

Gabe Kidd

So as of right now, I have the least feel for Gabe out of all the War Dogs, and my thoughts on him are similar to Drilla in that it's not so much him as it is him and Alex together for me. The two of them are a completely different flavor of swag from Drilla and Clark, and I absolutely love that. I love that the War Dogs are a well-rounded unit with both a junior tag team and a heavyweight tag team who each bring something unique and dynamic to the table. That being said, Gabe is quickly growing on me, and I'm sure I'll have more to say about him during and after the G1.

And Jesus H. Christ, I just wrote you a novel. I hope it answers your question? 😂

Seriously though, thank you for asking me this, and now everyone who bothers to read this knows how extensive my brainrot for the War Dogs is. They're my special guys and I adore them.

#asks #it's a fucking NOVEL #thank you for asking and to anyone who bothers to read lmao

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