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acid-ixx · 1 month ago

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Getting hyper fixated on the loving family series i was wondering if you could write a scenario in which the reader is kinda forced to appear at an event where Bruce is and he and the rest of the family watch as the reader shows up with Clark and Jon with a beautiful suit/dress (preferably a suit but either is okay) and the outfit so stunning the rest of the room can’t help but stare in awe and the batfam has to sit there and watch while the reader is living their best life and perhaps some smug attitude from Clark as Bruce notices some not so hidden love bites on the readers body. And death glares from the bat siblings as Jon is being super cuddly and loving with the reader to purposefully rile up Damien and the others???

all eyes on the prize p.t. 1 (a loving family, an unpalatable desire two-shot)

ft. yandere superfam x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere batfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

— a/n: implied nsfw between clark and the reader but no actual smut scene. also, interpret the reader as any gender!!! i personally put them in a suit cause it's not only classy but it's a very flexible and stylistic choice when it comes to fashion. clark is described as way larger, broader (due to kryptonian genes) than the reader but not taller, same with bruce, but i still tried to keep the reader as neutral as possible when it came to their appearance.

being the affair partner of a pulitzer price winning journalist was no easy feat.

being recognized by fans of his in public and having to sign their favorite articles of his was an alright task for you, having candid photos taken without your knowledge at every small outing you have with your little family was a fate you've already prepared for, even bump ins with other aspiring journalists who wish to live under clark's shadow, hearing them ramble about their passions on the side of the street whilst begging you to promote their own written entries to your partner was at least tolerable—

because those instances were far more easier to cope with than an upcoming gala.

because at least those moments still guaranteed your mental stability since all you really had to worry about were deranged conspiracists with no real power over you — over clark and his naturally protective kryptonian instincts which easily signals him to drop off his current missions and to swoop you in his loving arms whenever he senses you're truly in trouble — who can only ever type in newer theories that are quickly disputed by the fans who were always in favor of your current affair over your miserable marriage from months ago.

so yeah, it was safe to say that over the course of the months where you were safely tucked in your new home life, back when bruce and the others weren't aware of your affair; you'd never really had an excuse to worry about anything else.

really, clark's strong hands wrapped protectively around the expanse of your waist whilst he flies you around metropolis on one of your little dates, alongside jon convincing you to take him out to buy another tub of ice cream were enough assurances that your domestic life right now is all a perfect bubble that could never be popped by whatever bullshit the wayne's might've planned against your little family could ever do.

really, you thought you were so cunning.

— but a charity event hosted by the bruce wayne in acknowledgement for the daily planet all of a sudden? a gala you're sure would guarantee the presence of your ex-family, aware of the infamous affair you had with clark kent?

a gala where your new family was required to attend, not just for the sake of publicity, but because the invitation contained thinly veiled threats admitting that clark might — or would — lose his job if he didn't bring you along?

an invitation sent to him a week prior, that he'd kept hidden from a cabinet you rarely open. to which he thought you wouldn't notice his skittishness for the past few days, except your human intuition begged your intrigue, to investigate upon your partner's sudden source of stress.

so here you are now. breathless in the middle of your bedroom, stunned as you feel blood rise to your head.

and as much as clark comforts you through his warm chest covering your entirely shaken body as he softly coos on your neck, warm breath fanning against the sudden cold washing over your body; as much as jon tries to reassure you that you've nothing to worry about as his tiny, yet strong hands, tries to pry off the crumpled piece of paper in your grip, reeking of bruce's favorite cologne you'd always have to endure when sleeping in the same empty bed of his back then, as much as conner jokes around right beside you, holding your arms and helping your levitate with his telekinesis in case you might collapse from the shock— as much as your family tries to feed your disillusioned thoughts that everything is okay, even they couldn't deny the cold, hard truth: you all are attending the wretched gala either way.

the company's head passing on the message that clark and, in implied provocation and extension, you, are going to be the star of the show was enough of a guarantee that your family had to be there.

the ornate, black box laced with silken ribbons of your favorite color, laying upon the simple, white bedsheets of your shared bed with clark, its fancy design clashing with the simplicity of your bedroom and standing out, lid slightly ajar, revealing a decadent pair of pearl earrings – no doubt real, and expensive and taunting – and the infamous diamond encrusted ring you thought you'd thrown away was enough of a mockery, enough of a warning that there's more than just rivalry between clark and his old friend—

but a simple statement that even if you managed to temporarily dislodge your old family away from your life, even if you'll push and shove away at your ex-children's attempt of communication with you, even if you wrote off your last name as kent; you ultimately still belong to the wayne's.

and that's enough of a statement which brews a bitter storm inside of clark's heart. makes him want to retaliate, not with a physical fight against the bat, no, he doesn't want you to worry your pretty head anymore than the cruelty his old comrade had already done; but with his own little statement against bruce in this gala, with his own twist which he knows will floor his rival's jaws to the floor once the scheduled gala will come the day after.

for now, though?

he gestures conner with a look, one he often shares to the other kid of his: where he wants him to take jon elsewhere, preferably far away from the house, and leave you two couples some space to think through your choices.

one that says, "i'll have this handled," without so much a word uttered, as conner nods in reply before ushering jon with the same look and a gentle promise that they'll play some games overnight in his apartment instead. jon, as hesitant and oblivious as he is to let go of his tight grip on your shirt, pouts and releases his hold, but not without flying to kiss your dampened cheeks and whispering: "you'll be alright, dad/mom. we'll keep you safe."

then they both leave within the flashing seconds.

when your confused, downward gaze, eyes lined with a fresh wave of tears shifts to the scene in front of you — the family working in tandem with no verbal cues — just right before you could even question clark what he's planning; he shushes you, kissing the crown of your head with the softest smile he could plaster upon his face, a mask ignoring the cruel urge to fly over to gotham, redirecting the rage, transforming it into the adoration he feels for you at this moment, at every passing moment.

at least in the safety of your bedroom, his ultimate prize is still in his arms: willing and gilded in a way bruce could never earn.

he'll make sure the man knows of this the next day.

for now, he turns you to face him as his hand directs itself to the back of your waist, squeezing reassuringly, his other palm cupping the fat of your cheeks, swiping away the salty trails until his thumb and index reaches your bottom lip, pinching lightly. you stare back at his slightly squinted eyes, no doubt capturing you in slow motion just to embrace every little feature of yours, and hold on to his broad shoulders, relaxing from your hold.

but it's you who still doesn't calm down, it's you who still needlessly worries. and clark doesn't like it when his sweetheart thinks of anything else if not him and your family.

not the wayne's.

"what now, clark?" you graze the furrowed crease of his brows with your thumbs, massaging. he hums, laughing at your antics of helping him relax, then leans in to peck your lips, exhaling heartily when you pout at his refusal to reply.

what you didn't notice, though, were the hands suddenly wrapped around your thighs, your thoughts too messy, mind too slow, to comprehend your back pressed against the mattress and the fancy box discared on the rug with a gentle thud.

his breath tickling the core of your ears was the first thing you sensed.

"what now, you ask?*

both your clothes were discarded faster than the heat crawling up your face and the shivers running up your spine.

his mouth made immediate work on your neck all the way to your collarbone, sucking your vulnerable skin until it turns into deep shades of purples clashing with yellow. he bites a little harder when you squeak and tangle your fingers on his messy curls, then teases you with skilled fingers kneading your inner thighs.

he pins you down, you can feel the hairs of his chest pressing against your bare ones, and yet you don't push away, finally realizing the implications of his actions. what he intends for bruce to see, for the world to see.

"—i say we need to show bruce what he's been missing out on this whole time."

a longer, more passionate kiss was enough to set the deal.

the flash of the ever-so insisting paparazzi were as overwhelming as you can expect.

loud, insistent, buzzing with energy at the latest gossip and questions enough to hurl even great thinkers into a mind numbing spiral. they picture your every move, record your every reaction, and twist words spoken into their spit-encased microphone into delirious titles for the media to digest.

yet as invasive as they were, it was one of the legal ways he can obtain your pictures without you or clark suspecting a thing or two for these past few months; living in your own space without doubting if your private life was as private as you'd thought it'd be.

what with damian sneaking off and hitching a ride with jason on his motorcycle just to watch you from afar, standing right outside your apartment with baited breath, going as far as picking your locks and entering just to get a whiff of the life they'd miss without you? or tim hacking through surveillance cameras in areas you frequent, capturing every little smile of yours and pasting it in a bulletin board as a means to gain inspiration? all in the guise of needing you alive—?

suffice to say he was grateful for the media's thirst for drama. it gave off less suspicions, made it so that superman doesn't feel the need to be following his tail after unneeded circumstances where his own children had been caught in the same space as you in public.

it helped track you down: the constant headlines mentioning your name, vicki vale and a bunch of other no-named journalists would often be caught in the spiral of keeping the internet interested in the tale of your affair.

their performance was satisfactory.

and yet it doesn't dismiss the fact that because his life had always been centered around yours — and in his due ignorance, his missed priorities, it was he who was also the reason as to why you left the safety of your manor — that also meant his involvement in the internet's latest drama.

he always has been, but sometimes, even he gets tired.

bruce wayne can handle the element of crime, can help sweep off blood-soaked streets, fund the countless hospitals rattling with new patients of the villains he had dealt with, pay for students' debts, and rehabilitate victims of the corrupt system—

but he can never control the public and their opinions.

especially when it came to him and his... ex-spouse.

bitter as the title tastes on his tongue, right now, he feels their prying eyes swarming his body as he stands by the high arch of the entranceway, sculpted body illuminated by the moonlight stretching across the horizon, reflected by the dangling chandeliers casting a sickening orange light; quite frankly, the warmth of the colors doesn't bring comfort upon the anxiety creeping right beneath his skin.

he can hear the gossip and expectations for what is to come, the crowd's own speculations all but mere background talk to him as he focuses solely on the countless of familiar faces passing between thick, mahogany doors, initiating greeting with every entering folk; a false smile plastered on his weary face, a controlled crinkle of his eyes, overly saccharine hello's burying the barely disguised disinterest in their brief conversations before another wave of people come in.

the earpiece tucked in his right ears are flooded with anticipatory conversation about when or if you're going to arrive.

he can't deny his own patience waning as his eyes scan the countless piercing ones amongst the crowd, singling out his children making talk with other guests as a way to pass time.

tim's entertaining the guests, used to the constant socialization required due to his upbringing, he emits a hearty laugh at someone's joke: light, yet empty at the seams. duke tries – but fails – to follow his lead, adjusting to the change in scenery; he pretends to be shocked by the drama occurring between the socialites, sneering under his breath at their ridiculously obvious bragging about another new, undeserved property bought, preferring to focus elsewhere.

damian's doing well under dick's guidance, making an actual effort to disguise his contempt for the crowd, communicating with some and faking awe, yet whenever he scoffs openly, dick subtly glares at the smaller child as warning which prompts him to shut up momentarily. meanwhile, jason is properly hidden behind the sculpted columns, hawk eyes assessing every known guests and providing updates to the family in the comms for suspicious activity.

barbara chose to fancy herself in the batcave, with access to the security cameras plastered on every corner and outside the venue's premises. steph and cass are together, munching on the buffets and assessing which pastry dish is the best, they ignore the other guests trying to talk to them whilst they play with the fancy clams displayed in the corner of the table.

all of them, committing to their own, unique way of passing time—

and yet they all share the same, disinterested gaze as bruce.

choosing to return brief eye contact with him, raising their brows, as if they're all asking the same question:

"where are they, bruce?"

(because, after all, the only purpose of this gala, and their willingness to cooperate with one another without bickering, is to finally share the same space with you after months of silent treatment, months of your lack of cooperation for a counseling session between troubled couples with bruce, months of being held in another man's arms, littered with kisses that aren't his own, spending moments with another child— superman's, no less. and under his protection and attention, you are no doubt invulnerable for any opportunities of kidnapping. at least, in this event, even if it's just for a temporary moment. for confirmation, maybe, that you're safe and sound and happy and thriving without them, and that maybe they'll be glad that you chose clark and his family over them).

them and their undeniable sin of ignoring you.

sure, they should've been glad you left and never turned back. he should've been grateful that there was one less person worrying over him.

(but he knows, deep down, bruce knows it in his sick, twisted mind that it's never what they wanted. bruce knows that they needed you).

so when you finally entered the fray, it was no denying that they all felt the same, compelling and magnetic pull that you've always had — that they chose to turn their backs on, that they discovered all too late was something they yearned for — garnering all of their sporadic attention into one singular being: you.

"oh my god, bruce... they're..."

gorgeous? quite the eye-catcher? the moment everybody's all been waiting for? the reason why this event was hosted in the first place? there's no need to voice out the obvious, no denying that more than anything, you weren't anything less than desirable for the eyes of many.

god, he gulps and feels the parchness of his throat, feels perspiration sliding down his adam's, sinfully he admits that his hunger for you tonight might've multiplied.

his shaky blue eyes share a brief, yet cutting contact with yours, at your dismissive ones staring at him before it ultimately returns to your partner— and he feels the same spark he's felt all those years ago, the same gluttony, the same green envy at every person who shares a close relationship with you prior your marriage to his.

then he remembers why he's willed himself to turn his back on you: you're the reason why bruce forced himself to avoid you— he was afraid, unprepared that the moment you stepped into his life, that if he felt your skin's electrifying contact with his, if he heard that fucking voice of yours tempting him to take a break from being the bat and instead spend a night with him in bed, in your arms, if he feels so much of your warm breath hitting against his bare skin? he might lose himself in the plot; given up his entire life just to feel your body fused with his.

he knew the risk, he wasn't simply ready to take it, wasn't ready for the domesticity of it all.

and now he realizes, his life's always been devoted to you. and also, he's ultimately fucked up his chances of bringing you back into the family without complaints.

"you'd think they change for the worse or so, but no... they're still as charming, bruce— just better now. look, nobody's taking their eyes off of 'em, and they even bought the little kid–"

"— fucking hell. bruce, if you don't move your ass to greet them right now, i'm going to—"

dick's momentary lapse of amazement was interrupted by a series of swears from jason. sworning at him too, probably, about his ultimate talent for fumbling his best asset, about him losing someone so hellishly tempting, about why he's glued to his place, stunned to even plaster a welcoming smile when he hears your polished, black pointed shoes clacking across the marbled floors.

but he doesn't focus on their blurring words and conjoined awes. he doesn't even take his eyes off of your own fingers intertwined with clark's, the silver wedding band he's seen in the pictures still attached to your ring finger, instead of the diamond ones he's sent over to your apartment as a means of apologies.

his attention doesn't waver at all, not when he's too busy losing his breath over... you.

not when he zeroes in at the sickening sight before him—

dazzling as you were, adorned with a loose, white shirt – unbuttoned, just to give bruce and the crowd around you a glance of your clavicle – peeking out of the layered, gray vest, a blazer draped over your shoulder, and a tie sits loosely at the base of your outfit to complete the simple look; as if that would distract everyone from the sight of the fresh love marks littering the entirety of your neck all the way to the exposed clavicle. as if the sight of your slightly swollen lips doesn't suggest that you've probably made out with your affair partner before even entering the premise, not when he can already pinpoint the equally, if not more, bitten lips of clark and your favorite gloss unwiped from the side of his mouth.

fresh, newly gifted marks for the world to see. bruce can picture it, your heated flesh bitten and sucked over and over again the night prior to the event. how clark could easily conjure sweet noises from the back of your throat, how he must've known, must've burnt the taste of your saliva, sweat and salty, pleasured tears into every pore of his tongue until all his appetite caters only to you.

and you're wearing the same damn lapel pins. one of your favorite flowers that he's seen his own comrade wore before in a similar event. it's not just his own rival claiming you, it's you openly showing everyone that you've already been taken.

clark and his children, not yours – he can accept being cheated on, but he'll never allow you the comfort of replacing your own children – conner and jon, stand beside you, sharing the same colors for his own outfit. the man's nose held high, way too high for a man who pretends like he didn't just snatch off his own damn spouse right behind his back.

yet all he could do was squint his eyes, glare profusely, ignore the hastened thumping in his heart, the green envy flooding his vision. teeth clenched in controlled irritation, he's positioned perfectly so the camera's wouldn't easily capture his reaction, but even then does he feel the need for a mediocrum of control, but he can't. he can't control the visceral urge to pull out his kryptonite reserves hidden temptingly inside the batcave; he can't deny just how crazy you're already driving him despite having never felt your own touch for a long, grueling time.

he only snaps out of his stupor when you're only two strides left. when the light hits your sparkling eyes and reflects your obviously lovelorn gaze at the man whose biceps you wrap your hands around, who returns the gaze with a deeper intensity until your attention ultimately shifts to your own husband in front of you.

suddenly, the deafening whispers hollowed itself out.

suddenly, your eyes become dull and lifeless under the chandelier's warm glow.

not unforgivingly bitter, not even a hint of rage— but empty and unthinkingly cold, like the wick of a candle fully blown out. like the silence right after a wave of fireworks.

a warmth that yields, reminding bruce of your love that burned away for year without anymore fuel to sustain it. unrequited, like the presence he never graced you with.

decades worth of training and fighting on the cruel streets of gotham could never prepare bruce for the hammering beats of his chest, it could never quite dull down the feeling of heartbreak encapsulated in one single, desolate stare. he's sure clark could hear his own hastened pulse, his eyes flicker quickly to his own friend's victorious, yet still worried gaze; but nothing else quite matters other than your own swollen lips struggling to make out words and the subtle furrow of your brows at just what to say to the man you thought you'd never see eye to eye.

you look so perfectly dolled up despite being so disturbingly marked up from head to toe.

nothing else matters right now other than having to greet them like normal, he convinces himself, except the fact that he could feel his own sweat running down his flushed neck and his own teeth biting down his lower lips, and his squinted eyes drifting lower and lower from your eyes all the way down to the pridefully displayed hickeys.

nothing else matters, except for bruce's own thoughts meandering on his own fantasies of just what your body would taste like once he's sought out to forcibly take you away from clark's arm and back into his own.

nothing else matters, other than the thoughts of possibly wanting to give you another child when he sees you momentarily distracted by jon pulling on your blazer and whispering about his boredom, only to be lightly scolded with a gentle graze of hands atop his curly hair, or conner's grumbling from beneath his breath about just ditching the greetings and flying off to the buffet, only to be met with your fluttering laughter and a pat on his back, whispering into the boy's ears— that bruce can't pick up with just his hearing, he reminds himself to go over the camera feed soon to enhance the audio, just to hear that lovely voice of yours — words enough to make the metahuman surrender for just a moment; the scene awefully reminds him a lot of the way his own mother used to tell him off with just a loving hush and a pinch of his cheeks—

goodness, you're everything his own children need right now. a guiding light, a dutifully great figure to discipline their rebellious attitudes.

and he gulps, then suddenly, the slacks he chose to wear just feels a tad bit tighter. suddenly, he's grateful that he chose to wear something more loose tonight.

"pleasure to see you, too, bruce." instead of your voice greeting him, instead of bruce finally having to hear you for the first time outside of the cameras his family has set up or hacked all throughout the places you frequently visit, it's clark's voice which breaks through the immersion when it should've been yours greeting him.

"what's up, mister wayne? how's life in the manor without my lovely parent, huh?"

conner follows through with his unwelcoming, all too lighthearted, all too mocking with his question before clark could even silence the young, all too passionate boy's unneeded comment, as if shoving bruce's mistake right in his face would prove something.

it's enough to irk him, really. he really has to remind himself to hold off on the kryptonite, for now.

and right now, all his focus should be on at least charming you enough tonight to convince you to return to your rightful family, as he ignores both clark and conner's greetings, immediately aiming for your wrist to bring it up to his lips.

your surprised yelp doesn't deter him from kissing your knuckles deeply while keeping eye contact with you, the abundance of cheers from the comms attached in his ears doesn't either.

all that matters right now, is that he has his eyes on the prize, and he's not willing to give it up any further.

a/n: firstly this first part is dedicated to both @luffyadolover and @neerathebrightstar !! since it's the former's BIRTHDAY !!! and if you're reading this, i wish to greet you with the happiest celebration with the yummiest cake and hopefully this fic is enough to make u even happier too !! and for the latter, neera, i'd love to thank u for ur unwavering support and talking to me and allowing me to yap about my own series' ! thank you both for your love, mwah mwah 🩷 <3

otherwise, leave comments please ? 🥺 my confidence in my writing has been at an all time low sadly, though i admit that i loved writing about bruce go from angsty to horny to straight up both. this was supposed to be a short fic, why did it suddenly become really long erm??? the second part will be posted tomorrow night !! for context, i always post around 12 to 4:00am at gmt +8 since i'm most active at night !! love y'all ! don't forget to leave remarks since i love reading through them it's like my main motivation.

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chieltbest · 2 months ago

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Big Awful Texture Locator

Download the latest version here

Find any texture in The Sims 2 that is too big, or is 'awful' (suboptimal texture format)

Features:

Find textures in any folder you choose

Filter by width, height, memory size, texture format, or number of mipmap levels

Preview and show details of textures the tool found

Remember 'known good' textures, which are optionally excluded from being shown in the list

Look up the path of the package, and the group and instance of the resource

Copy texture/resource details (right click)

Open the package in the default package editor (double click)

Dark mode/light mode and UI scale adjustable

Native on both Windows and Linux

Why?

The Sims 2 has had a long-standing problem known as 'pink flashing' or 'pink soup' when using too much custom content. The Sims 2 is a 32-bit program, which means that it normally has a maximum memory limit of 2GiB (2048MiB) and by using a so-called '4GB patch' you can raise this limit to -you guessed it- 4GiB, this limit might seem pretty large, but due to how the game works you might hit this limit sooner than expected!

Let's say you have 1024x2048 textures (which is the default for Sims 4 textures, and thus also often for 4to2 cc) in RGBA format, these textures will EACH take up 8MiB of texture memory! This means you could possibly only have only a MAXIMUM of 512 textures loaded in memory before you run out of memory completely. In practice, this limit will probably be lower due to other factors.

This tool will help you find textures that take up too much texture memory, and thus (hopefully) help alleviate some amount of pink flashing.

Tutorial

First, download the program from the link above and follow the instructions to open the program.

Now let's get the program looking the way you want: click on the sun/moon button on the top left of the program to switch light/dark mode and click the "UI Scale" number next to it and enter a new number to change the size of the interface.

Set the folder we want to search: at the top bar, search for the 'Downloads:' bar, then at the end click the button with the folder icon and select your folder. Once you've selected a folder the program will instantly start scanning, if you want to restart this scan then at any time you can click the text in the Downloads bar and press enter.

Currently this list will show all textures in the scan folder, which is probably not very interesting. To find some more interesting textures we can add some filters to the texture list. On the top bar, click on the 'Filter' button: this will open the filter list and it will be empty if you haven't added any filters previously.

These filters filter the texture list one by one, each filter removing more textures from the displayed list of textures. To add a filter, click the plus button, and to remove it click on the trashcan button at the start of the line.

To edit a filter, click on the first box to choose the filter type, click on the second box to choose the type of comparison, and select the number in the last box to set the number to compare with.

The comparison type can be < (smaller than), <= (smaller or equal), > (greater than), >= (greater or equal), == (equal), or != (not equal).

The Format filter is different: make a format filter, then click on the 'choose' button and choose the texture formats that you want to show in the texture list.

Let's edit some textures!

In the texture list, find a texture that you think is too big, and either double click on it to open it in the default package editor or right click on it to show a menu to copy the details of the package.

Finally, once you have the package opened in your favorite package manager, edit the texture to be smaller and/or a better texture format, save and ta-da! your game will now use less texture memory.

#ts2 #the sims 2 #sims 2 #simblr #batl #my programs #cc manager #dbpf

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gotta-winwin · 7 months ago

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OT13 Reaction -- to you being bullied in the past/highschool

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tw: this one holds a lot of mentions of verbal bullying and cyberbullying - it's something very close to home for me and this fic will be for anyone who has experienced the same thing. remember that you are strong and the harsh words don't define you! i love you and stay safe <33

he can feel his blood boiling the moment you comment on your past experiences with bullies. seungcheol prides himself to be a level-headed type of guy, but the thought of you getting hurt - even in the past - strikes a chord deep inside of him. he's thinking about buying a plane ticket to your hometown just to find those fuckers and bury them six feet under. however, he's mature enough to know that violence never solves anything, opting to show you even more love than before (if that's even possible) to remind you that you are worth everything in the world.

jeonghan's mind is already whirring overtime the moment he finds out about your past. using his scary, evil, mastermind brain for good this time, he can't help but envision decking the people who've hurt you. doesn't mind listening to you as you rant, knowing that you need a silent supporter by your side. will never tell you about how he sees red just thinking about your so-called "friends" who made you feel so horrible about yourself.

joshua can feel his heart crack with each name you tell him you've been called. takes the time to reassure you that you are none of those horrible things, that you're kind and beautiful and so so so smart. traces his finger across every scar and imperfection you've been bullied over, whispering how much he loves you. doesn't mind giving your bullies the nastiest side-eye the next time he sees them.

although he's doing his best to be present as you tell him about your past, jun is internally screaming at himself because you. are. crying. it's like he malfunctions every time it happens, hating how sad and scared you look. despite his panic, he's awfully calm when he comforts you, explaining to you that no, you are not weak because of this. in fact, you're much much stronger.

soonyoung's somehow found himself perched on top of a chair, his body steaming with anger, holding too much rage to sit still. you can tell he's struggling to hold back the foulest curse words, knowing that he should at least let you finish your rant. the moment you're done however, he's cursing them, their mother, their partner, anyone he can get his metaphorical hands on. it's okay baby. he'd tell you once he's calmed down. they're probably failing in life. but look at you! you're successful and beautiful and you're dating me!

wonwoo's asking you questions in a way that makes you fear for what he's about to do. what's their address? social media? social security number? you have to physically sit him down and remind him that the bullying happened years ago in highschool and that there was no point in trying to get revenge now. he's visibly deflated by the news, but decides to just dote on you even more to prove to you that their awful words were wrong. i'm no good with words, but i'll show you how fucking stupid they were to hurt you.

jihoon doesn't really know what to say when you tell him. he only thanks you for feeling brave enough to share such a painful part of you with him, feeling happy you trust him enough to do so. neither one of you revisits the topic: until one day, you see a suspicious amount of rageful revenge lyrics and comfort lyrics in seventeen's new releases. i guess we can credit the making of Hug to that instance.

minghao's glad he meditated last night because what you just told him would have definitely set him off without it. he doesn't hesitate to hold you, asking you if you need anything from him. i'm so proud of you for surviving all that, my love. they were obviously blind and didn't see your worth. and i'm sorry you thought they were your friends. he makes it clear that he's here for you, whenever you need to talk about it again.

seokmin more than upset when you're finished telling him everything- he's confused. he doesn't understand why anyone would want to hurt you, let alone say all those nasty things and pretend to be your friend. he apologizes for crying, trying to laugh it off by saying idk why i'm crying so hard, it didn't even happen to me but i'm the one sobbing like a baby. promises you that he's never leaving your side and you don't have to ever worry about him turning on you like your friends did in highschool.

all mingyu can think about as he listens is that he could have made it all better if he had just been there. he tells you while gently wiping away your tears that he would've traded places with you in an instant. i wish we'd met when we were younger, love. i would have fought them all back. but most of all, he wishes he was there to protect the younger you, knowing a child didn't deserve all that.

although you're doing a great job already, seungkwan can't help but join in on dissing your bullies and so-called "friends." he nods along enthusiastically every time you throw an insult, preferring always to laugh about it instead of cry. he's hyping you up, agreeing with everything you say as you recount your highschool days. yeah, no she sounds like a bitch. i bet he couldn't even read a chapter book. bro probably stank, you were safer without him. she's sounding like one of those insane kdrama rich ladies - and not the hot ones.

vernon's quietly listening, storing away every single piece of information for the next time you guys return to your hometown. he's already preparing his plethora of insults and backhanded digs, ready to show them a taste of their own medicine. he quietly tells you that he can relate - school had never been kind to him either - and he somehow spins all your shared trauma into something beautiful. we were meant to be, he says, cause you healed me, and now i can heal you. his words make you smile through the tears - and you fucking love him for that.

chan's at a loss for words once you're finished telling him everything. he's overwhelmed by the sheer amount of harsh words and sickening moments, knowing that if he felt this bad just hearing about it, he couldn't imagine how you felt going through it all. you're much braver than i would have been, is all he says after a pause. i love you. chan might be a man of few words, but he knows just what to say.

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sailorsoons · 3 months ago

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greedy (k.sy & c.hs)

PAIRING: Soonyoung x f. reader x Vernon

SUMMARY: Vernon is good at a lot of things - Soonyoung wants to help him be good at one more thing.

WC: 1,151

AU: Idol AU

GENRE: Smut/PWP, Established Something

RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

WARNINGS: Zero plot, all porn baby. Not as detailed as I would like it to be because I’m trying to behave and keep this as a drabble. Explicit language, explicit sexual content including vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, something akin to subspace after an orgasm, implied poly-relationship of some sort, one (1) instance of spitting.

A/N: I’m going to be honest I wanted this to be better because this is literally my dream pairing but I am trying to keep this to a reasonable word count and very specific to what was requested instead of writing an entire 15k fic about these three idiots.

A/N 2: Written for this request.

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“DO YOU THINK I NEED TO PRACTICE THAT PART MORE, HYUNG?” Vernon’s voice is raspy as he looks beyond your shoulder to where Soonyoung leans against the couch. Nevermind that your back is pressed against Soonyoung’s bare chest, sliding as you melt further into the couch between his legs. “I want it to be perfect.”

“No it’s perfect,” Soonyoung assures, hooking his chin over your shoulder. You’re heaving against him, short of breath and twitching. “You’re always a fast learner.”

“Can you not talk about dance practice right now?” You beg, squirming in Soonyoung’s lap.

It’s a fair question. You’re overheating, near the edge of insanity as Vernon’s fingers slow, pressing deep into your cunt where you throb around him while he talks to Soonyoung about fucking dance practice. You don’t give a shit about their dance practice right now, more focused on the fact that Vernon’s worked you toward an orgasm three times now, only for Soonyoung to force his hand away.

You are on edge, nails digging into the sides of Soonyoung’s thighs. He hisses in pain and pleasure, always liking when your teeth and nails come into play.

Vernon wiggles his fingers and you feel pressure against your g-spot, making you whine. “Sorry, were we not paying enough attention to you?”

No, you think, but can’t say it. Vernon steals your ability to speak again, dragging his fingers along the walls of your cunt. It makes your eyes roll back and you tremble, feeling the pressure mount in the lower part of your stomach.

Soonyoung presses his mouth to your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he makes his way toward your ear. He nips your earlobe playfully and you twist in his arms until they lock around your middle, keeping you controlled.

“Greedy,” Soonyoung murmurs in your ear, his hot mouth pressed against you. His voice is gravely and rough. You clench around Vernon’s fingers, making the youngest of the two laugh. “I’m trying to teach Vernon something.”

“Vernon knows how to deny an orgasm, Soonyoung.”

You throw Vernon a venomous glare and he grins, shuffling back and forth on his knees to get comfortable. He leans over your pussy and spits before pressing his thumb firm against your clit. You whine, unable to escape him while Soonyoung keeps a grip on you.

Vernon looks half demon, half angel. He’s still fully dressed but his face is flushed along the cheeks, hair a little sweaty from the effort of edging you for what feels like eternity. His eyes are blown and dark, watching you with the type of awe that makes you see stars.

“Please,” you beg. You’re not sure which one of them you’re asking. The dynamics between the three of you change every time you’re together, never quite the same, but always comfortable. “Please let me cum.”

“He’s going to,” Soonyoung promises with a quick kiss to your temple. If Vernon is the angel-demon between your legs, Soonyoung is the god Vernong answers to right now. “But he’s trying to make you squirt, baby. That’s not always easy. Now hush while I teach.”

Fuck. Soonyoung has never been unable to do something he has set his mind to, and he’d been able to figure you out pretty quickly. Which is why it’s him instructing Vernon to fuck his fingers into you until you almost come before stopping again, which is why he makes Vernon drag you so close to an orgasm that you’re ready to cry.

It is right there. You feel it as Vernon starts to pick up the pace again, fingers pressing in leisurely. You close your eyes, breathing shakily at the relief, feeling the slow build of your orgasm again. It winds deep in your cut, a feeling so tight that you know it’ll happen this time.

Soonyoung can sense it, so attuned to you that it’s like he knows what will happen before you do. One of his hands unwraps from around your waist, sliding down your stomach until he’s right above your pussy, hand settling over your lower abdomen. He murmurs something you can barely hear over your own heavy breathing and presses his palm firmly down.

A strangled fuck leaves your mouth. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to force air in and out of your lungs. The pressure from Soonyoung’s hand on your lower stomach mixed with the way Vernon’s fingers hammer home each time boils your blood, turning you molten. It is so much and you can’t escape it, rooted between the oppressive heat in your stomach and the way they push and pull you.

Your nails dig into Soonyoung’s thighs, sliding and raking down his sweaty skin. He ignores the sting, pressing his hand down harder as your ears start to ring, breath caught in your chest. It feels like you’re swelling, the pressure so packed that you’re going to pop and cease to exist.

Finally, you come undone with a hoarse shout, feeling the sudden flood of your orgasm as you melt around Vernon’s fingers. He doesn’t let up, the wet schlick of his fingers as he continues to finger fuck you audible over your gasping.

“Fuck,” Soonyoung growls. “Just like that, good fucking girl. Keep going until she can’t take it, Vernon.”

You don’t know if you want to punch Soonyoung or thank him. Instead, you do nothing but turn into a puddle in his lap, going boneless when you finally can’t take the onslaught of Vernon’s fingers, giving way to nothing.

On queue, Vernon’s fingers slow until gently, he removes them entirely. You’re twitching in Soonyoung’s hold, the sparks of your orgasm still firing even after it dies away. Soonyoung cradles you, pulling you further into his lap to keep you against his chest.

Someone’s mouth is on your knee - Vernon’s - while Soonyoung’s is on your jaw, mouth gentle and murmuring something that you can’t hear. You’re successfully soaked from the waist down, feeling the air cool on the evidence of Vernon’s success at making you squirt around his fingers.

They keep you like that, content to press butterfly-delicate kisses on your skin until you’re more coherent, coming back to yourself. You feel the weight of Soonyoung behind you, the rough scratch of Vernon’s fingers as he rubs his hands up and down your calves.

“Fuck,” you wheeze, voice broken. Vernon chuckles, kissing your knee. “I think I died.”

“La panini more or whatever they say.”

Vernon sighs and corrects Soonyoung, “La petite mort.”

“That’s what I said,” Soonyoung assures him, nuzzling into your neck. That draws a tired smile from you. “Now get out of the way, Vernon. I want a taste.”

You make a strangled sound. “Who's greedy now, huh?”

All three of you are gluttonous. You have been ever since whatever this was started a little over a year ago. It had been Soonyoung at first, taking as much as you’d let him and giving back tenfold. Vernon had somehow ended up in the mix, but now you can’t imagine him not being in the picture.

Carefully, Soonyoung helps you out of his lap. He kisses Vernon briefly on the temple as they swap places, Vernon’s touch just as gentle and reverent. He murmurs a sweet thank you against your ear, squeezing your hip.

You grin, happy. Happy and greedy.

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pokemonblack3white3 · 4 months ago

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some pla warden/noble headcanons

I'd love to draw these but I don't think I have the time nor spoons for that so I'll bestow these ideas onto you all via bulletted lists instead

Obsidian Fieldlands

Nobles can live much longer than ordinary pokemon. Wyrdeer is 60 and Kleavor is 340 years old.

Mai is 30 and Lian is 11.

Lian's mother was the previous warden, and while Lian was always lined up to take her place, it was not expected to happen so soon. One day while travelling between the Fieldlands and the Pearl Clan's settlement, she disappeared without a trace.

Mai was very friendly with Lian's mother despite the clan rivalries, and did her best to help ease Lian into his position.

When Lian's clothes get too dirty or torn, Mai usually mends them herself. Lian often steals Mai's clothes and ruins them, much to her annoyance.

Kleavor has known Lian since he was a baby. He is incredibly territorial over both his wardens and domains, and is still furious over the disappearance of his previous warden.

Despite how aggressive Kleavor can get, he and Wyrdeer are actually on fine terms. The main issue lies with Wyrdeer's fear of bug-types, so they respectfully avoid each other.

Mai often has to clear bug-types out of Wyrdeer's way, and her munchlax has become surprisingly strong due to this.

Lian loves to talk to anybody who will listen about his rocks, so Mai, Wyrdeer, and Kleavor have become somewhat of experts on the subject.

Kleavor has no qualms with Mai but an incredible amount of qualms with her munchlax. Mai does like Wyrdeer and steers clear of Grandtree Arena.

Crimson Mirelands

Lilligant is 500 and Ursaluna is 20.

Calaba is 99 and Arezu is 23.

Calaba has outlived 2 nobles. The first was already elderly when Calaba became a warden, and the second was sickly since its birth, resulting in a shorter life. Calaba began practicing medicine to care for it.

Calaba was witness to days when there were bloody conflicts between the clans, and it resulted in her distrust of the Diamond Clan.

Arezu suffers a lot from imposter syndrome. Her attempt to try and quell Lilligant on her own was not her first instance of sneaking around the clans, as she usually tries to solve things on her own instead of asking for help. This was not helped by the fact that Calaba was incredibly nit-picky about everything Arezu did, and made sure Adaman knew about all her complaints.

They began to get along better after Lilligant was quelled, but it took a long time for Arezu to stop feeling like a cornered prey animal around Calaba.

While Calaba prefers for her hair not to be touched, she and Arezu will often spend hours cleaning and combing the knots out of Ursaluna's fur. Ursaluna loves rolling around in the muck.

Ursaluna is a giant teddy bear. He's quite sad that his intimidating appearance tends to scare people when he runs at them in excitement.

Since Calaba is too old to play as much as Ursaluna would like to, Ursaluna's most frequent playmate is Lilligant. Lilligant was quite close with the previous Lord Ursaluna, and delights in doting on her son.

On rainy days, Lilligant will usually set down her roots and remain still to preserve her energy, but on the rare sunny days, she delights in dancing under the sun. She often coerces Arezu into joining her, even though Arezu is an awful dancer.

While Arezu was recovering on sunny days, after Lilligant was done dancing she would sit next to Calaba and sunbathe until Ursaluna inevitably got bored demanded to play.

Ursaluna loves playing with Arezu, but she finds him a little intense and hates getting dirty.

Cobalt Coastlands

Arcanine is 2 and Basculegion is over 1,000 years old. There have only ever been 3 basculegion nobles.

Palina is 27 and Iscan is 31.

After the previous Lord Arcanine's death, Iscan often visited his grave and brought Palina and her growlithes food he'd made. He was by far the kindest and most patient with Palina during that period.

Iscan has a collection of pearls, sea glass, and other nick-nacks Palina has given him. Her favorite things to gift him are treasures that match the color of his eyes.

Iscan has had his own problems with being considered unfit for his job, due to his fear of ghost-types.

Basculegion is the only ghost-type Iscan can stand. When Iscan gets anxious, Basculegion is the best at calming him down.

Arcanine takes his duties very seriously. He tends to get a bit snappish with the more relaxed Basulegion, who will often playfully splash Arcanine when he gets too close to the shore.

Palina can still bring out the inner puppy in Arcanine.

Arcanine is incredibly fond of Iscan, both for how he helped him and Palina following his father's death and because Iscan gives the best pets (and treats!).

Basculegion and Palina also get along quite well and enjoy diving together.

The four of them often spend time together as a group, having picnics on the beach of Firespit Island.

Coronet Highlands

Electrode is 70 and Sneasler is 170.

Ingo is 38 and Melli is 19.

Melli was a bit of a nobody until Electrode chose him as his warden. It's why he takes so much pride in his job.

Electrode was one of the weaker of the previous lord's children, a runt of the litter. It was entirely unexpected for him to become the next lord. Electrode chose Melli because he recognized himself in Melli.

Occasionally, the clan that serves a noble switches. Before Ingo, Sneasler's warden was from the Diamond Clan. When her old warden died, she refused to choose a new one and began to get aggressive with members of the Diamond Clan when they tried to force her to do so. Choosing Ingo as her warden was entirely an act of spite, but she grew to truly care for him.

Even though she is happy with her new warden, Sneasler is still very bitter towards the Diamond Clan. She especially despises Melli.

Electrode likes Ingo just fine, but Sneasler also dislikes Elecrtrode for his affiliation with the Diamond Clan and doesn't like for Ingo to hang around him or his warden. Electrode is also a bit mishevious and that clashes terribly with Sneasler's tendency to hold grudges.

When they first met, Ingo had a habit of subconsciously treating Melli like he would Emmet. Melli is an only child and found it incredibly unnerving. Ingo has since reigned it in, but it tends to pop out again on occasion.

Besides the torches, Melli has sabotaged other efforts Ingo has made to make traversing the Highlands safer. The day a fence Ingo put up saved Melli from falling off a cliff was the most vindicating moment of Ingo's life.

Alabastor Icelands

Braviary is 120 and Avalugg is the hero's original companion.

Gaeric is 42 and Sabi is 7.

Braviary's previous warden was from the Pearl Clan and a close friend of Gaeric's. Sabi received a vision of his death and when nobody would believe her, travelled all the way to the Icelands on her own instead an attempt to save him. She arrived in time to watch him die. A lot of the Pearl Clan resent Sabi for this and for Braviary choosing her as his next warden.

Gaeric ended up doing a lot of Sabi's training, since the next closest warden was Melli who was rather young himself- and generally ill-suited for the job of a teacher.

Gaeric and Braviary's previous warden were both trained by the same person. Their mentor tempered Gaeric's impatience by making him spend days climbing Avalugg and cleaning him as well as removing any unwanted pests. Gaeric used this method of training on both Irida and Sabi, and the girls have bonded over their hatred of it.

Sabi learned to braid her hair from Gaeric.

Braviary used to be very distant with his wardens, instead going off on his own to stop problems before they even began, but he is inseperable from Sabi. He now spends much less time scouring the Icelands for danger and instead passes the days playing with Sabi. He is incredibly paranoid something will happen to her, as well.

Braviary was friends with Gaeric even before Sabi became her warden, and their shared grief brought them closer.

Avalugg spends most of his time sleeping and usually only moves if something important is happening (such as receiving a new warden) or something truly dangerous has occurred that Braviary alone cannot handle, though such a thing that has not happened in the current Lord Braviary's lifetime.

Avalugg is still alive in modern times, the people of Sinnoh having unknowingly built Snowpoint City on his back. He hibernates until the region needs him again.

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dameronspector · 2 months ago

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The Experiment

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader

Summary: You test your new make-up on Din. But, in a unique way.

Warnings: Helmetless Din, Fluff, Reader wears make up, no other description of reader other than them being shorter than Din, a lil suggestive (only a little), lots of kisses.

AN: I tried to keep the lipstick colours as suitable for everyone as possible. Please let me know if there’s anything that I need to change about that. Apologies if there’s any mistakes. Feedback is always appreciated <3

It was one of those rare instances where you and your little family had travelled to a planet which was not only habitable but also beautiful. After being holed up in the dry habitat of Nevarro for days, you and the kid basically pouted your way through it and requested Din for a little vacation.

Din could never resist the two of you so he had immediately agreed and now here you were, in Naboo, roaming its beautiful streets full of trees, overlooking lush green hills and surrounded by swampy lakes. The planet had a soothing and temperate climate that was a huge relief from the dry climate of Nevarro.

Naboo was also famous for its architectural marvels and sprawling markets. Currently, your clan of three was strolling through the market. You were in awe at the various shops that were showcasing beautiful jewelry, precious silks and fabrics and make up.

You had heard about the Naboo being especially talented in terms of various art forms. Be it painting, music, fashion or performing- the Naboo were well versed in all of it. You had also read about how they were keen on makeup. Their royal families, the royal servants, and even the common folk would paint their faces in creative ways during any special occasion.

"Din?", you looked up at him and adjusted Grogu in the crook of your elbow. He was too busy looking at the delicious food stalls with stars in his eyes.

"Yes, Cyare?", he immediately gave you his full attention and looked at you through his visor, his hand splayed on your lower back.

"Can we go and take a look at some make-up? I have heard that Naboo is famous for it and they are known for their exceptional quality."

"Of course, here, I'll take the kid", he extended his arms and you passed Grogu to him. Grogu let out a whine and pointed at the stalls with his ears raised.

Din let out a sigh and you smile at Grogu.

"Someone is getting hangry", you cooed at the little boy and massaged his ears. He looked at you and let out another whine as if saying 'Yes'.

"I'll get some food for him, you go and check out the shop. And don't worry about the credits, okay?", Din said quietly and gently squeezed your arm.

You gave Din a fond smile. You were having a comfortable time with the finances right now as he had taken up some high profile jobs so he spoiled the two of you all the time. You squeezed his hand back and booped Grogu's nose before parting from them.

The shop you had entered was huge. They had all types of make-up, stacked on shelves and it was all colour-coordinated. It looked like you had entered a library of make-up.

You could see all kinds of face powders, eyeshadows, lip products, perfumes, and what not, lined up neatly. Their packaging was of high quality and attractive. So attractive, that you felt like you wanted to buy them just as a show piece- that tearing their packaging apart and using up the product would feel like disrespect.

By now, you were staring at all those shelves with a look of awe plastered on your face and you mouth hanging open. You have never seen such a huge store primarily dedicated to make-up. Of course you own some make-up and Nevarro had a small shop that had some of the essentials but this? This was like a huge warehouse of it.

You were so busy admiring that you didn't notice the store owner standing next to you.

"Fascinating, isn't it?"

You jumped in surprise and turned to your right. A short, old woman was standing next to you professionally. She was wearing a matching two piece that was purple in colour, her frail hands were covered in rings studded with different jewels, her hair was almost fully gray and it was in a neat updo with flowers stacked in it. But what was striking was her face- elegantly done makeup that made her look sophisticated yet youthful at the same time. She looked like the right person for you to ask for help.

"Oh! Hello. I'm sorry I was a little distracted", you politely greeted her.

She laughed gracefully. "Oh, please, child. Don't apologise. I had the same look as you when I saw it for the first time. I was only 5 then. My mother owned this store before passing it on to me."

You gave her a surprised look. "Your mother? Wow, this shop has been here for a long time."

She smiled before looking around the store fondly. "Yes, it has. Tell me, what are you looking for?"

You smiled sheepishly. "Actually, I'm not sure. Maybe some lip products? We don't get many of those back home."

The woman smiled brightly. "Oh, I do love a good lip product. Come on, I know exactly what to show you."

She took you to the lip products sections section and sat you down in front of a vanity mirror before asking one of her employees to bring 2 baskets full of lip products to try.

You lost track of time trying out the shades and different types of lip products. Your lips were dry by now, after trying out so many products at once but you were happy because you ended up buying four of them- a brick red lipstick, your nude, a pink (of your choice) and a maroon/mauve shade. You were to about pay for them when your comm went off. It was Din. He knew very well that if anything went wrong, you could handle on your own but as your partner, he was allowed to be a little overprotective. Plus, his clan's safety was his number one priority.

"Cyare? Are you alright? It's been a while since you left", his modulated voice overflowing with concern.

You closed your eyes and cursed yourself for not informing him beforehand.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I got carried away and tried too many products in one sitting..", you murmured sheepishly.

You heard him heave a sigh of relief before he let out a breathy chuckle. "Oh, that's alright. I hope you enjoyed yourself?"

"Din, it was amazing. I will tell you all about it when we get back", you almost squealed. The shop owner, whose name was Tina, you found out, chuckled in amusement.

You got off the call with Din and paid for the products.

"Your husband?", she asked with a teasing smile on her face.

You blushed. You and Din weren't officially married, but you two acted like it and Din had removed his helmet in front of you, which held much more weight and importance.

"Yes", you admitted shyly. Tina chuckled.

"Well, all of our products are definitely kiss proof!", she winked at you.

You let out a bashful laugh and took her leave, with the promise of returning to buy more products.

You finally made your way back to them.

Din was standing with Grogu sitting comfortably in his arms. Grogu was chewing on a cookie and his tunic was dusted with the crumbs. As soon as you approached them, both of them turned their heads to look at you at the same time. They were so cute, you thought.

"Bu!", Grogu cooed at you and made grabby hands for you to hold him. Din huffed out an amusing laugh before transferring Grogu to your arms, taking away your bag of goods to hold in his hands.

"Traitor, only using me to get food", Din grumbled.

Grogu looked at him and ate his cookie as if saying, 'And?'

You laughed. "Oh, I'm glad you two had fun."

Din huffed. "Yeah, yeah. How was it, mesh'la?"

Your eyes brightened and you rambled to him about the entire experience on your way to the ship. Din listened to you with rapt attention, happy to see you happy.

Once you were back at the room you were staying in, Din took off his helmet and settled in before taking away Grogu to wash him up. You sat by the little dresser and observed the lip products intently. You thought about how Tina said they were kiss proof and an idea popped up in your head. You giggled to yourself and patiently waited for Din to come back.

After he was done with cleaning the kid, he came back and put the kid on the bed with his toys and colouring books before standing behind you at the dresser.

You looked at his handsome face through the mirror. You never got tired of looking at his helmetless face.

"Hi", you greeted him fondly.

He flashed you his dimpled, sweet smile for the first time since you woke up and put his hands on your shoulders. You could stare at his smile all day long. It made your chest hurt with love for him.

"Hi, cyare."

"Din, would you let me test my products on you?", you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

He tilted his head like a puppy. He didn't know what the products were but he trusted you so, he nodded his head yes.

You asked him to sit down on the bed and wait.

You carefully applied the matte red lipstick and smoothened out the edges before closing the tube and turning to look at Din.

"How does it look?"

Din's eyes widened and he let out a tiny gasp.

"Whoa..", his soft baritone voice whispered. "Mesh'la. It suits you so much..”, he trailed off dreamily.

You let out a bashful giggle and approached him. He held your hands in his and brought you closer to stand in between his knees. He looked up at you with his pupils dilated, his eyes fixated on your lips. The deep red seemed to have brought out your eyes more, making them pop out and shine.

"Can I test it on you, now?"

That seemed to snap him out of his lovesick daze. How were you going to test it on him?

"Yeah, but how-"

You cut him off by pressing your lips to his. He immediately leaned into it but you broke the kiss before it went too far.

When you pulled back, you pressed your lips into a thin line as you saw that the colour had definitely transferred to Din’s lips. He was too distracted to notice that your lipstick had smudged.

The look on his face was downright hilarious. His eyebrows were drawn together so deeply that there was a dent in between his brows. He was frowning and he watched you go towards the dresser with his baby cow brown eyes.

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from laughing. He looked so offended it was adorable.

You removed the red lipstick and applied your nude. He was still staring at you, although he had managed to neutralise his expression now, before you came back and stood in between his legs.

You put your hands on his shoulders. He looked at you with that look in his eyes again.

“How does this one look, cyare?”, you asked him innocently.

He swallowed before flashing you a smile. He ran his eyes across your face and noticed how this shade brought out your natural features and made your lips look soft and full.

“It looks really good. Makes your features pop out naturally”, he responded gently before tugging a piece of hair behind your ear.

You gave him a loving smile.

“Okay now time to test this one.”

He perked up and closed his eyes in anticipation. You pursed your lips to stop the giggle from escaping because he was leaning forward with his lips slightly puckered. He placed his hands around your hips.

You dodged his lips and went over to kiss both of his cheeks. It was a sloppy kiss- that made a ‘smack’ sound. You pulled back and saw that there were two perfect kiss marks on his cheeks. And he was frowning again.

You couldn’t help it and let out a chuckle. He gave you a lopsided smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

You quickly moved to the dresser and removed the lipstick before applying the maroon/mauve shade. You sneaked a look at him through the mirror and noticed that he was clenching his hands and his eyes were darting across the room.

You were always in awe of his self-control. Not being able to kiss you must’ve taken everything in him to avoid pulling you closer and kissing you senseless. Especially since he had removed his helmet for the first time since morning today and you knew he was antsy to just love on you. Din Djarin was a respectful man. And if you didn’t want to take it further right now, then he would wait until you gave him the consent to.

He was trying to distract himself by playing with Grogu. You looked at them in the mirror and noticed the way Grogu let out little giggles and swatted at Din’s face to tell him about the kiss marks. You smiled to yourself and saw how Din was holding his hands and asked him to behave. Before he could figure it out, you decided to distract him.

“How’s this one, Din?”

Both of your boys looked up.

Grogu looked at you and pointed one of his little clawed hands at you and cooed loudly.

“Mweh!”, he smiled with his pointy teeth on show and looked at Din, as if telling you that Don’s face looked funny. “Bu!”. You just gave him a soft chuckle.

Din smiled at Grogu before turning his attention back to you. His cheeks were tinged with pink.

“Wow…mesh’la…you look so…”, he murmured and swallowed thickly before clearing his throat and pinned you with an intense stare.

“Hot.”

Your eyes widened and your cheeks felt warm. You shifted your gaze away from his.

“Shut up”, you choked out. Din rarely gives you such straight forward compliments but whenever he does, it makes you feel all warm inside.

He brought you closer and stared at your lips. You could feel his warm breath on your face.

“You don’t wanna test this one out, cyare?”, he teased.

You cleared your throat and smirked at him.“Ofcourse, I will.”

You decided to tease him some more and brushed his curls away from his forehead. He leaned closer until hour lips were barely touching and you quickly swiped up to loudly smooch his forehead.

You leaned back and saw a perfect kiss print right in the middle of his forehead and burst into a fit of giggles.

He closed his eyes tightly and whined. He thought you were making fun of him for his reactions to you missing his lips.

“Mesh’la….please..”, he whined and leaned his head to rest on your chest. You cooed at him and buried your hands in his curls.

“Last one, I promise, honey”, you told him softly and scratched his scalp.

He groaned quietly before nodded his head against your chest. He pulled away and let you go to the dresser to apply the last shade- the pink one.

“Your buir, is torturing me, grogu.”

Grogu looked up at Din with an ‘eh?’ and you laughed.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. Tell me, how’s this one?”, you said while standing in front of him again. The shade made matched your complexion perfectly.

You hummed and held his face in your hands, his scruff tickling your palm. Your thumbs gently rubbed the tiny patches in his beard that didn’t grow any hair and you saw the way he almost purred at that.

“Beautiful, as always, cyare”, Din responded sincerely and flashed you a meek smile.

You leaned in and gently, very slowly, placed a kiss on his aquiline nose. You couldn’t resist so you pressed quick little kisses all over his nose and the apple of his cheeks and he burst out in a fit of giggles. You leaned back to admire the way his face was twisted in joy. You’d do anything to keep him this happy always.

He couldn’t resist it anymore and gently put a hand behind your head and brought you closer before locking his lips with yours.

Din let out a content hum and brought up a hand to caress your cheek. Your lips slotted against each other and you leaned closer to press your nose against his cheek. You pulled back breathlessly, but not before pressing three quick kisses against his lips.

Din was looking at you with his eyes shining with love and you let out a soft laugh after looking at your artwork. All of the lipstick colours had merged into each other and his face was splotched with hues of reds, pinks and maroons. He looked so precious that you pinched his cheeks.

“You might wanna check yourself out in the mirror, Din”, you told him gently while trying not to laugh. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and got up to look at himself in the mirror.

The way his face flashed with a thousand expressions per minute was comical. He was shocked, then confused, then offended and suddenly he let out a loud, wheezing laugh and threw his head back.

Your eyes widened. You’ve never heard this before. You didn’t even know he could wheeze like that. Your face split in a massive grin and you just stared at him.

His eyes were crinkled at the corners, making his crowsfeet more pronounced, his dimple was fully on show and he was clutching his stomach. You don’t remember the last time he laughed so carelessly. And you being the reason of this? It made you feel all fuzzy and sweet inside.

Grogu was startled by the sound of his laugh. He cooed at you and asked you to pick him up.

“Look at buir, grogu”, you told him gleefully and brought him closer to Din.

As soon as he saw Din’s face, he squealed out loudly and touched his face with his little hands. Din squinted his eyes to look at Grogu while letting out tiny chuckles.

“So, this was the experiment?”, he asked you in between chuckles, his shoulders shaking.

You just flashed him a sweet smile and batted your eyes at him.

He stared at you are a second before leaning in and kissing you all over your face. You squealed and held his shoulders for support. Grogu squealed loudly and clapped his hands.

After his attack was over, Din pulled back and leaned his cheek against yours, looking at you in the mirror.

“Now we match”, he said cheekily.

You pressed your cheek harder against him and giggled before your eyes fell on the green child who was now biting his finger.

“Except for someone….”, you trailed off and looked at Grogu.

You and Din gave each other a look and you dived in, kissing Grogu on each cheek repeatedly. The entire room echoed with Grogu’s squeals and giggles.

Safe to say, your experiment was successful.

AN: i miss din and grogu so bad 💔

#din djarin x you #din djarin fluff #din djarin x reader #din djarin #star wars #the mandalorian #mando x reader #grogu djarin #baby grogu #pedro pascal #lucas films #din and grogu

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curiousnightly · 3 months ago

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carbon copy - pt.one

a caleb x reader fanfiction

summary: although caleb is the type to eventually come clean about some of the awful things he's done, there's one thing he had never intended on admitting to honestly. part of him keeping quiet was probably out of selfishness, but deep down it was the fact that what he had done was utterly sinful and admitting to it would fill his heart with immeasurable amounts of shame and guilt. he planned to carry this secret of his to his grave, or so that was his plan until his horrible deed would come back to haunt him years later, inside your bedside drawer. 1.2k words

warnings: nsfw; mentions of toys; mentions of male arousal; hints to possessiveness & jealousy; mentions of masturbation

reader characteristics: she/her; mc!reader; caleb referred nicknames (pip-squeak, etc.)

a/n: this idea came to mind randomly and now i have deemed it a complete headcannon for caleb. planning on making this a short 2 to 3 part series (short & sweet). let me know what you guys think and likes/reposts are always appreciated <3.

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pt.2>>>

Caleb knew that he was not a righteous man. He does try to make up for it by being honest about some of the terrible things he’s done, but there is one instance he couldn’t quite confess to and would rather take it to his grave.

Or at least he thought he’d be able to take it to his grave until the thing he did a few years back was sitting right in front of him in your bedside drawer.

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One summer break during university, Caleb managed to finish his exams early and get out a few days before the end of the semester just so he could surprise both you and Gran with a few prepped meals and a clean house. Caleb made sure that you wouldn't return home for another few days so he could prepare as many of your favorite desserts as he could in an effort to please you. Normally he would be eager to see you first thing once he arrived back to Linkon, but he was even more eager to see your excitement at him making that homemade apple pie you loved so much. He was willing to do it just to see that smile of yours that always made his day but equally plagued his thoughts at night.

Upon entering the house, Caleb immediately registered some packages on the coffee table. He called out to see if anyone was home as he inquisitively looked at the various boxes from where he was standing. When no one responded, he closed the door and set his bags down so he could get a closer look at the packages. Once he reached around the table to sit on the couch to examine the packages, he quickly noticed that they were all for you.

Caleb thought it was odd that you’d have stuff sent here when you could’ve had it sent to the university PO boxes for the student dorms. As he wondered about why you had all of this sent here, he reached for one box in particular that was wrapped in a black plastic layer. He turned it around every which way as if to try and determine what was in it, even thinking about opening the boxes to see their contents. Although the temptation did cross his mind, he gently set the box down when he realized he shouldn't pry. The last thing he wanted was to get scolded like he did when he admitted to going through your ‘account book’.

Caleb sighed as he set down the box and got up to grab his bags to bring them to his old bedroom. He took the next few hours in the house by himself to clean up, shower, make a grocery list, and so on and so forth. But every minute that went by he couldn’t keep his curiosity from returning to the packages on that table. And so not even a few hours in from when he first came home, he finally caved and decided to take a peek at what was inside.

Caleb reached for his pocket knife and flicked it open as he sat down on the couch. He pointed the blade at each box as if doing ‘eenie meenie miney mo’ to see what he’d open first, but his eyes landed back on the small rectangular black package he held up earlier. He hesitated selecting that one at first because it would mean he’d really have to work hard at sealing it back up as if it was never opened, but soon realized that there was no way for you to know how the box was previously wrapped in a plastic layer. Without anything to prevent his advances, he reached for it and began to cut off the wrapping.

He sighed a breath of relief when he discovered that the box underneath looked like a normal package. He makes fast work of cutting the tape in between the middle seam of the package and sets the knife down to use his hands to open the box the rest of the way. Inside was some packing paper that he discarded to his side on the couch to reveal a long black pull string bag within the box. Caleb’s curiosity not faltering, he reached to pick up the bag inside but froze when his hand wrapped around something firm and painfully familiar. He looked at his hand gripping the object from outside the bag, which only made his suspicions worse. In an attempt to prove himself wrong, he pulls the bag out of the box and slowly opens it to confirm the object inside.

“Pip-squeak,” he whispered to himself, completely in shock to find a dildo inside the bag.

Although he carefully closes the bag and sets it back in its box, Caleb’s thoughts are racing - Why would she buy this? What is she doing buying stuff like this? I didn’t know she would buy these kinds of toys? Does she plan on using this while she’s home? Is she really going to use this? There’s no way she’d actually put this in her, right?

That last thought triggered Caleb’s imagination and immediately made the blood rush to his cock. He pinched his nose in frustration. It didn’t help that he knew that the walls separating your bedrooms were thin and he could already hear whenever you pleased yourself. And he admits he would follow suit in his own room upon hearing your sweet, soft voice moans, but now that he knows that this would be inside you when he could’ve been the one ins-

A horrible, sinful, idea crossed his mind. He was already tipping the line of ignoring the way you viewed him as an older brother because his feelings were getting harder and harder to conceal, however, this idea he just conjured up would be crossing a whole new line he would not be able to recover from if you ever found out. But to think that you’d be pleasing yourself with something so…artificial? Caleb wasn’t having it. He tried to find shame in even thinking of the idea from the start, but before he could stop himself, Caleb threw the boxes into his room, grabbed his keys, and was out the door heading to the nearest sex shop.

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The memory of that summer and the crushing realization of what he did comes flooding back into Caleb’s mind when he finds the dildo nestled inside the drawer of your nightstand. He recalls how he came home the night he originally learned of your purchase: how he locked himself in his room; the way he still hesitated on following through on his idea even though he had already made his insane purchase; how he glanced back at the toy you had bought for yourself and mocked its size; the way his imagination returned to thoughts of you pleasing yourself with his dick rather than the toy version of one; how hard he got just thinking about the way you’d sound at the feeling of his size and girth; he remembers all of it.

Everything comes back to him from that night, including the part where he made a mold of himself and replaced your original toy with his replica. And here it was, still being used by you whenever you wanted.

⊹ ࣪ ˖✧˖°⊹ Reblogs are appreciated ⊹°˖✧˖ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

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eevees-hobbies · 1 year ago

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Dating Sanemi Shinazugawa - NSFW

Authors Note: Um…I don’t know where the fuck this came from but all the Sanemi propaganda that you all post inspired me. I kind of….want him???? Send help. Reblogs, likes, comments, and asks are always appreciated! I don't bite.

As always, minors and ageless blogs don't interact.

Synopsis: A headcanon of what it's like to get to know, date and suck off Sanemi.

Content Warnings: Female Reader X Sanemi. Fluff and smut. He touches your butt. Light reference to Sanemi going down on you. The smuttier smut is at the bottom and separated by my poor excuse of a divider. You give Sanemi oral.

Word Count: 2.1K

Getting to Know Sanemi Shinazugawa

When you meet Sanemi Shinazugawa, he’s gruff and moody—-just like he is with everyone else. He doesn’t initially acknowledge your presence until he has no other choice, and your hesitancy to fully engage with him only makes him bristle more.

You admit to being a bit afraid of him—and who can blame you—he just seems so angry! But you quickly realize that his anger is used to hide feelings of loss; his stone-like demeanor is a way to keep everyone at a football stadium's length away. He has the “they can’t hurt me if I don’t let them in” mentality locked down.

But some things you notice about him make your heart flutter. You detect that despite his stand-offish ways, Sanemi is close to the Serpeant Hashira, Obanai Iguro. They often share pointed looks without speaking a word, and while walking alongside one another, their strides are very similar—commonplace behavior for people who share a closeness. You stare at them in awe, a bromance, you think to yourself—of course, you wouldn’t dare say this aloud and in the presence of two of the moodiest Hashiras. Certainly, he can’t be all bad if he can build this level of intimacy with someone!

And despite regularly abusing the lower-ranked corp members during his infamously brutal trainings, Sanemi never yells at those whom he considers to be the most vulnerable—children, women, or the elderly.

At first, you confuse this behavior as indifference, but in actuality, he hates any instance of abuse of power. You witnessed this very scenario when Sanemi connected his fist to the nose of a corp member who had a young woman cornered—the corp member was far too handsy, and the young woman was obviously uncomfortable. A loud crack collided against the narrow walls in the alleyway as the young man crumpled before Sanemi’s feet.

Sanemi snatches the jacket from the limp body of the corp member and turns his attention to the woman. “Hey, you ok? Sorry about this asshole.” His tone is even, but the fist that holds the jacket turns pale as his grip cannot possibly get any tighter.

So after witnessing the enigma that is Sanemi and deciding that he’s actually totally your type, you hatch a plan—a plan not unlike one that you would use to soothe and bond with a rabid animal: kill ‘em (or seduce, right?) with kindness.

You begin to bring him snacks, offer to share your lunches with him, and even say hi when you pass each other in the estate halls, which is enough to make him pause, whip around, and watch as you walk away.

“Good morning?? What’s THAT supposed to mean?” You turn around to face him—skipping backward so as not to interrupt your stride—and stick out your tongue playfully. “Now what kind of silly question is that? What do you THINK it means?” Sanemi grumbles under his breath about needing stricter policies for those who can join the corps, but he doesn’t tear his eyes away from you. Despite the oddity that is you, he can feel his heart stutter and finds himself cautiously anticipating and getting excited at the thought of passing you in the halls.

You take notice of all his scars, at first out of morbid curiosity but then out of wonder. Each streak across his face is a roadmap of all the loss and pain he’s endured. Despite those facts, he still chooses to fight on behalf of a world that has not always been kind to him.

Sanemi can feel you staring at him, and it makes him unbearably angry. His shoulders stiffen as he begins to feel self-conscious under your gaze. When he turns to give you an earful, his breath catches. He doesn’t see fear or pity in your eyes; it’s something he’s unfamiliar with—adoration, perhaps?

“What are you staring at?’ he mumbles sheepishly. You offer a small smile, amused at the sight of his reddening cheeks. “You’re pretty cute. Do you know that, Sanemi?” Sanemi stammers, “You touched in the head or somethin’…?” You ignore his pitiful attempt to get you to leave him alone, “can I touch them?” He doesn’t answer you, afraid to give the wrong answer, but also scared to put himself out there and potentially get crushed. “I won’t touch them without your go-ahead, Nemi.” His mouth falls open at his new pet name, your boldness stirring something inside him as he gives a curt, practically unnoticeable nod. You extend your hand to his face and stroke his cheek, your thumb gliding gently across the rough, raised skin. “You’re kind of….a pretty boy, Sa-ne-mi.” You say his name like each syllable holds weighted importance—and fuuuuuuck, does he like the way you say it. And while you were fully prepared to lay your attempts at winning his heart over on a bit thicker, you find that you don’t have to. Sanemi’s heart races because he’s so used to people running away from him, used to people treating him like shit, that his wild eyes stare into yours, searching and finding something that he was so desperately missing and wanting. And to your giddy delight—he doesn’t pull away; instead, he gingerly rests his cheek into your palm.

Bit by bit, you somehow manage to tame the Wind Hashira.

Dating Sanemi

Sanemi is surprisingly thoughtful when it comes to you. This might partly be attributed to the fact that he can’t get you out of his mind but also because he’s so desperately afraid of losing you to someone else—someone like that bastard Tomioka—because women prefer the sensitive type, right?

He takes mental notes of things you like, so much so that when you one day show up to a meeting with a leather-bound book of poems, he secretly checks which page is the most worn and commits the prose to memory. When he presents you with the detailed cross-stiched poem in a hand-crafted wooden embroidery hoop, he can’t look you in the eyes,

“I uh…got a Master Embroider to make this for you. Take it.” You gasp, and for once, you’re the one at a loss for words because while Sanemi is starting to let down his walls, you weren’t expecting something so intimate. Truly, he’s a romantic at heart.

Other times, he’ll simply sit beside you, both of you taking a rare break in your favorite shaded spot, and present you with your favorite flower.

“So, uh,” he’ll lean back, folding his thick, chiseled arms behind his head, “tell me about your day.” You smile, bringing the flower up to your nose and letting the sweet scent tickle your senses, hoping that in the future, the smell of this particular flower will trigger this memory, offering an immortalized snapshot of the blossoming feelings you feel for him. “Well, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Nemi.” He’ll blush and rub his thigh against yours, eyes still closed but a blush creeping from his neck to his cheeks. “Yeah? I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you either.” He’ll breathe out a husky laugh, “come to think of it, you’re constantly on my mind.”

Romance with Sanemi

The first time you kiss Sanemi, you’re pretty sure a quiet whimper escapes from his throat. The kiss feels electric and familiar simultaneously, and it doesn’t take long for him to press his lips more firmly against yours. His soft lips glide with yours as he places his shakey hands on your hips and pulls your bodies so close that your chests touch. He drags his tongue against your bottom lip, daring you to give him access, and of course you do. His tongue explores every crevice of your mouth, mixing your saliva and savoring your taste. When you two pull away, his cheeks are tinted pink, and he’s looking away with a half-hearted scowl before he pulls you back in, his rough hands resting on the back of your neck and head.

“Hm, let’s do that again. It was too short,” he says, pressing his forehead against yours. His mouth is so close to yours that you can feel his breath tickle your lips.

The first time you’re intimate, Sanemi’s hands explore your body as though you’re fragile and could crumble under his touch. He constantly brings his eyes up to yours; you can hear him swallow thickly as he takes in your naked body splayed out in front of him—for him.

“Is it ok if I lick you here? You taste so fucking good.” “Y-you’d tell me if you wanted me to stop, yeah?”

With each instance of intimacy, he grows more confident, maybe not in his abilities to please you because he was never unsure about that, but he grows convinced that you want him. And eventually, it’s like the floodgates open. And those floodgates represent a 100% increase in Sanemi’s affection—and how he shows that affection—towards you.

In a crowded marketplace? Sanemi is grabbing your hand, guiding you carefully through the sea of people, and shooting daggers at anyone who bumps into you or looks at you the wrong way. Haven’t seen each other in a few days because he has been on a mission? Sanemi beelines straight to where you are—forgoing his sleep or taking a bath—to embrace you in a hug and whisper how much he missed you as he presses his lips to the crown of your head.

“I missed my girl so much. Did ya miss me? There’s no way in fuckin’ hell I was goin’ to miss seeing you for another night.” He scoops you up in his arms and kisses you, his large hands conveniently cupping your ass and squeezing your curvy cheeks.

You’re bone tired and sleeping in? Sanemi is the kind of lover to leave a trail of soft kisses along your forehead, nose, and then lips every morning before quietly rising—careful not to wake you—to sweep the floors, put away dishes, and brew your favorite tee so that there are fewer things for you to worry about when you wake.

“Tch! Look at who finally decided to join me. Thought you were going to snore the day away—-come drink your tea already, sleepy head!” And though he’s starting the morning by talking shit—he can’t help but smile at you as he brings your cup over. He snakes an arm around your waist and chirps, “you know you snore like a fuckin’ hog?”

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Sucking Sanemi Off

There is no doubt that Sanemi is the proverbial definition of a man, but there’s nothing that makes your brain turn off more than when he pulls his thick, veiny and domineering cock out of his uniform. You get a primal urge to suck him off until he pumps your pretty little mouth with thick ropes of his cum.

And so you do.

Your tongue flirts with the fat tip of his dick, licking at the precum that is now sliding down the length of his shaft. You leave every inch of his cock covered in your slick saliva, even trailing your tongue down and suckling at his balls.

“You and that filthy fuckin’ mouth of yours,” his head falls back as he strokes your hair. His breath and tone ring harsh in your ears, but his touch is loving—this only fuels your need to take more of him down your throat. As you slide his meat past your tongue so the tip is pressed against the back of his throat, he lets out a prolonged and guttural moan.

“Hmm, my girl really knows how to suck dick, huh?” His calloused hand strokes your cheek; his words sound like pure honey to your Sanemi-addicted brain. You give him a muffled but eager, “mmmh!”

You move your lips and tongue along his shaft, his precum pooling into your mouth and sliding down your throat. The heat in between your thighs only grows more intense with the bobbing motion of your head.

“Make it messy, baby. Slobber on my cock like ya know I like it,” Sanemi groans as he pulls his dick out from your mouth, smacking and dragging his length against your swollen lips. You grip him at the base and spit on his dick; your eyes light up in pleasure as his heavy balls twitch aggressively. Not being able to take it anymore and because Sanemi has a thing for cumshots, he grips his dick in his hand and strokes himself quickly.

“Open wide, baby girl. Show me that tongue.” You obediently stick out your tongue, strings of saliva, and precum, making a lewd-looking web in your mouth.

Sanemi whines and rests his sensitive tip against the entrance of your mouth. “Fuck, you ready, baby?” Before you can answer, his cock twitches, firing fast and hard right into your waiting mouth, and like a good girl, you swallow every last drop.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #demon slayer sanemi #kny sanemi #sanemi shinaguzawa #demon slayer fanfic #smut

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eggielix · 4 months ago

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Hyunjin as your boyfriend

Notes; so I’m sorry for not posting for THREE YEARS 😀 I’m trying to get back, so enjoy this piece!! 🫶

Note two: apparently I already made one three years back … but how we have another one!

His love language

This man. This man. While he loves hugging you and giving you physical contact, it’s quality time that his love language. He loves it when your schedules align, that you two do your own thing but in the same room. So for instance, if you love gaming, he’ll be beside you, sketching in his notebook. When you have a favourite character from a game he’ll try to recreate it when drawing. Of when you’re writing, he’ll try to draw your main character after your descriptions of them. And when he’s drawn them and shows them to you, he is hoping for a big reaction.

You were sitting back into your gaming chair, a fluffy blanket over your lap and wearing one of Hyunjin’s soft hoodies. Hyunjin was sitting on the desk next to you, the pen making soft noises on the paper.

Your guy’s hobby room was built like this; against the wall there were two large desks. One where your gaming pc and monitors were standing and the one next to it was where Hyunjin’s drawing and painting supplies were. A few decorations, like those desk robots, were scattered all over the desk. Since the desks were almost against each other, the little desk robots were also close to each other, so that they could interact!

So you were sitting back in your chair, headphones on but in such a way you could still hear Hyunjin if he talked to you.

You were watching a cutscene, controller in your hands. Hyunjin was drawing, sketching mindlessly. When he heard you giggling softly, he looked up.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked, raising his eyebrow to look at the screen. You looked at him, pointing at the screen at a specific character.

“I love Ominus,” you exclaimed, tapping your nail against the monitor. “He’s so sassy and I- AH!” You screamed, giggling as you readjusted the blanket. Hyunjin looked at the character, his nose wrinkled. “Oh- Jinnie, don’t look like that!”

“He’s totally not your type!” Hyunjin exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes. He pointed at himself “I am!” You sighed, waving his point away, before fixing your eyes back on the screen.

Hyunjin looked at the character on the screen. You’ve been mentioning him quite a lot since you started playing Hogwarts legacy. Each time when he’s on screen, a fan moment appears. Hyunjin grabbed his phone, looking up the particular character. He looked at him for a few seconds.

Wouldn’t be too hard to draw…

It was another hour later before Hyunjin pushed his sketchbook in your face.

“Is this him?” You grabbed the sketchbook from his hands. You gasped at the drawing in front of you. It was Omonus drawn perfectly, his sassy expression forming a smile on his lips. You smiled, looking at Hyunjin with wide eyes.

“Jinnie! This is perfect! I love it!” You praised, smiling widely. Hyunjin scoffed, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

“Yeah- well, I’m your type right?” He asked, a small pout in his face. You giggled, pulling him down and kissing him softly.

“Definitly my type!”

Safe to say he made tons of sketches from your favoriete characters from that moment.

Favorite moments

He loved it when you two are cuddling after a particular hard and long day. He’ll come back from dance practice, grumbling something about how awful it was. You were sitting on the bed, you’d been scrolling through tiktok. He kept ranting about how his day was, and you listened. When he was finally done, he plopped himself down next to you, resting his head on your chest. The next few hours you’d probably be laying like that, Hyunjin commenting on every video you watched, and you stroking his hair.

Favourites petnames

He to you:

“YA-“ “Baby” “babe”

You to him:

“Darling”, “baby”, “jagi”.

Favourite kinds of skinship

Holding hands when you two are walking through the streets. He just wants to make sure you’re still by his side and with him 🥺 When you two are walking through a streets full of shops, he’ll stop, looking at a particular thing in the shop.

“Babe, this would look so good on you!”

“Hm… I don’t think so Jinnie.”

“Eh- excuse me? What do you think by no?”

“I just don’t think-“

“No. I’m getting it for you, come on.”

At the end of the day you’ll have tons of new clothes, and Hyunjin was right, it looked amazing on you.

When he needs you

Sometimes after a long week, full of performances and practices, hes just overwhelmed and tired. Dont get him wrong- he loves everything about it. But sometimes, he just wants one day- maybe just an evening where he can just lay in his bed and do nothing. Especially when you’re on tour, and he lays down in his hotel bed, reaching for you- only to reach a hand full of blankets. You’re not there of course. Tears would form in his eyes. But he wouldn’t call you, he’s too stubborn for that and back home it would be another time. So he scrolls through your pictures and videos together, tears rolling over his cheeks.

When he gets back home, expect to be smothered with kisses and hugs, and do it back to him >:( he won’t ask for it, but definitely needs it.

Random facts

When you’ll be walking over the streets, he’ll make sure to follow the sidewalk rule. If he notices you’re walking closer to the street, he’ll scold himself softly, before (sometimes a bit forcefully) pulling you to the inside of the sidewalk, linking your arms so you wouldn’t step back.

AN: Thanks for reading and please consider reogging and liking! ✨

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biblicallyaccuratefangirl · 1 year ago

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☼ Asra headcanons: in the morning ☼

Wakes up all sleepy and bed headed, wearing comfy oversized clothes, to shuffle over to where you've gone and nuzzle into your neck, hugging your waist

Wants to be near you and touching your skin almost constantly, as if he needs to make up for lost time he spent sleeping

In reality, it's more so that he can hardly fathom that you're here with him, in his home, after sharing his bed— and seeing you in the morning so trustingly welcoming him into the vulnerability and domesticity of this disheveled, unpolished facet of life just fills his heart with more love than he can express

So, he tries to take in as much as he possibly can, relishing and treasuring these domestic moments with you

Being Asra's partner, you'd have to get used to his eyes fixed on you constantly. Especially in the morning. Each new day he begins with you by his side is one more day he falls in love with you all over again, and it's all he can do not to admire you with awe

Doesn't matter your body type— doesn't matter how messy your hair is when you wake up, or how tired your face is— he simply adores all of you. Every little curve, every little detail, every motion you make... he takes it all in with such affection, as if he'd spend every heartbeat away from you replaying these memories desperately

His favorite possible way to spend mornings with you is slowly waking up with coffee or tea, huddled up under a blanket at home with the windows open to hear the birds

Truthfully, it's this scenario that plays in his head most often when he's away from you for long periods of time. Apart from... other idle fantasies

Asra enjoys singing, but most often it's during moments like these— he'll hum softly, blissfully content with you leaning into him. But don't think he doesn't know what he's doing when you're snuggled up to his chest and can hear the deep, honey-smooth rumbling of his morning voice... he knows you too well for you to be able to hide the way he makes you melt

WILL tease you about it. Occasionally he'll leave it be, instead just smiling with amused affection. If he does tease you about it, though... it would easily be one of those instances where your next response redirects just how passionate the morning was about to be. He's a sucker for morning makeout sessions... Drowsy, sultry, lingering kisses? Asra does NOT need to be asked twice

Admittedly, the aforementioned scenario is most likely played out if you wake up at the same time. He wants to be as close as possible facing you, completely intertwined with you (legs, arms, hands in hair, everything). This all starts out entirely pure; simple and sweet affection and devotion. He'll shower you with half-asleep kisses, murmuring questions about how you slept. Needless to say, the mood can very easily be shifted...

He's somewhat of a morning person, especially with you in his life. Frequently you'll wake up to breakfast waiting on the nightstand, with Asra already back in bed close next to you. Acts of service are a close contender to physical affection for him, though he's glad to express his love in just about any form he can

Overall, every morning with Asra is a lovely one and you can rest assured you won't spend it feeling unappreciated <3

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flowersdiceandlove · 9 months ago

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I’m a subscriber of the Luo Binghe has curly/wavy hair and Bingge straitens it bc it’s not the cultural beauty standard and it makes him feel inadequate whereas Bingmei keeps it curly/wavy bc when he was a teen, Shen Qingqiu-Yuan expressed a like for it so he’s comfortable with it even if it’s not the societal standard. In this vein I want to see a Binggeyuan fic where Shen Yuan gets transmigrated as just Some Guy and catches the attention of Bingge (because of course he does. It’s Shen Yuan) and in one of their encounters where Shen Yuan is driving Bingge just a bit insane with his brand of both obliviousness and all-knowingness, Bingge’s hair gets wet due to something Shen Yuan did. Luo Bingge is pissed at getting soaked and glares at Shen Yuan while simultaneously pushing his hair out of his face and drying it with cultivation magic gearing up to bite into Shen Yuan about getting him wet when Shen Yuan gasps and stares at him in awe. Bingge was so caught up in his anger that when he was drying his hair, he forgot to also redo the spell that keeps his hair straight so it’s reverted to it’s natural curly/wavy state. Just as the self-consciousness that he hasn’t felt since he was a teen and being bullied for his hair Qing Jing Peak is setting in, Shen Yuan surprises Bingge once again by making an aborted movement forward and muttering a “beautiful” under his breath. Bingge, with his enhanced hearing, hears it and pauses in his hastily conjured hair straightening spell, stunned. Never in all his many, many years has anyone called his natural hair “beautiful.” (Not that he really lets people even see it like this. Only a very few have seen his hair in it’s natural state.) And Shen Yuan looks so sincere too.

A deep blush starts to rise on Bingge’s cheeks. It is (unfortunately in Bingge’s opinion) something Bingge is getting very acquainted with in Shen Yuan’s presence. It is something that has only happens when Shen Yuan says something absolutely absurd and what should only be said in a groveling type of flattery as if it is just a truth of the universe and completely true. He has not blushed this much since he was a virgin over 200 years ago!! And even then it wasn’t this bad!

Bingge then stutters (actually stutters because by this point, Shen Yuan has already gotten to him even if he’s still in denial) a reply feeling far more flustered than he thinks he has any right to be.

Then Shen Yuan has the gall to say “Ah! Sorry! I forgot. You’re self-conscious about your hair. Do you want me to turn around while you straighten it again?” with wide, caring, and achingly sincere eyes and his face completely open, only wanting Bingge to feel comfortable after suddenly having an insecurity (which he really shouldn’t know about but somehow does, and Bingge will later add it to the list he’s keeping of such instances when he can think properly again) exposed.

Bingge is so stunned by this that he’s unable to respond and so Shen Yuan continues, “…Actually…It’s really nice like this. I mean, of course, it is. It’s you after all. You’d look good with anything. But like this it looks even more lustrous than usual. Like your hair always is so nice, but like this it catches the light more which adds to its dimension… it’s like something out of a shampoo commercial… I wish I had hair this nice. Mine is so flat and dull looking. Just leave it to you to have the best hair ever. It’s so fluffy… like a sheep… Oh! And it’s so soft too! Like a cloud!” Yes he drifted forward and started petting Bingge’s hair without thinking, too caught up in his admiration of it. Bingge is still too stunned to react and is just watching as one of his biggest insecurities is being dismantled by this random guy he found one day who knows far too much and might actually be a god or something considering the extent of his knowledge, how flippant he is about it, and the weird things he says sometimes (what even is a “shampoo commercial?”).

Bingge eventually gets enough thought back in his pretty, flustered, gay head and flees. Very gracefully he would like to be known. Very befitting of Emperor of the Three Realms.

Very.

Shen Yuan is left to just stand there and wonder if he finally pissed Bingge off so bad that he’s going to get killed soon. Bingge’s face was very red and he seemed so mad that he couldn’t even speak properly in Shen Yuan’s opinion. After thinking it over for a minute he shrugs and thinks it’s fine. At this point, Shen Yuan is pretty sure that Bingge won’t kill him unless he does something truly outrageous and unforgivable. And while petting the (very soft and fluffy) hair of The Luo Bingge, Emperor of the Three Realms, without permission could be considered highly outrageous, it is not actually the most outrageous thing Shen Yuan has done to the man and lived to tell the tale. Not that he’s going to actually tell people about it. He’s not trying to push Bingge’s buttons and get himself killed.

Shen Yuan just shrugs the encounter off as he does so many others, but does file away the memory of how soft, fluffy, beautiful, and just incredible Bingge’s natural hair is.

Bingge is unable to sleep that night, his mind constantly replaying Shen Yuan’s awe and sincerity over one of his greatest insecurities. Not for the first time since meeting Shen Yuan does he feel cracked open and exposed, yet also somehow safe and warm and like he might cry his eyes out but in a good way.

#svsss #scum villain self saving system #luo binghe #luo bingge #shen yuan #binggeyuan #svsss fanfic prompt #svsss fanfiction prompt #do with this what you will #meant this like a week ago whoops #here have it now

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clawsdevour · 10 months ago

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⊹𓆪𓂃 yaku husband hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: post-time skip, fluff, yaku is just so husband, not proofread

⊹꒱ׄ ⠀　𓈒

-Yaku, the type of husband to sneak the bill for the waiter every time you eat out so you don't have to worry about how much the food you ordered costs. You could be talking to the waiter trying to request a to go box and from your peripheral vision Yaku's hand is reaching under the table with his card, but you don't know that.

-Yaku, the type of husband to always take you out on dates at least more than once a month. He knows how hard you work for your one money despite how he wants you to spend his money that's why he's taking you out on all these cute and fun dates for you to unwind together.

-Yaku, the type of husband to softly talk with you when he realizes that you feel stressed and terrible. He'd have you a few inches away from his face, a total one on one, while giving you a pep talk till you feel better, ending with a small peck on the forehead.

-Yaku, the type of husband to talk with you a lot when it comes to making a decision. For instance, purchasing a house or the thought of having kids in the future. He wants to know what you want before adding his own thoughts with yours.

-Yaku, the type of husband to take a long break from work to help you with the baby. He's learning how to be a father the same as you learn how to become a mother, he loves doing simple things like this as your relationship grows even deeper, especially with raising your children.

-Yaku, the type of husband to enjoy little house parties with close friends invited. Yaku would help you prepare simple party dishes beforehand as well, asking you how much he should put the sauce in and taste testing all of it. He would definitely be on that karaoke machine singing his heart out with his friends while you watch in awe.

-Yaku, the type of husband to do his best when he's off to Russia to play for the Tigr Ekaterinburg, in case you watched him from your screen. Every match, he's hyping himself up and thinking about doing this for your guys' family.

-Yaku, the type of husband to come home from a business trip with a suitcase full of gifts. Everything he saw when he was away reminded him of you, and how much he thinks about how you're unable to see it all in person. In return, he buys it all for you.

-Yaku, the type of husband to have his body cling to you when you wake up and try to nudge him off while he's asleep. He's burying his head into you further with his warmth while you're gonna have to struggle a bit for air, his body completely on yours.

-Yaku, the type of husband to love when you offer to shave his little stubble. He'd corner you to the sink counter with his arms to trap you, leaning his broad shoulders down to match your height while staring into your eyes with a sly smile. He genuinely loves just spending every waking moment with you while you both giggle and joke around, carefully not to accidentally nick him.

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beifong-brainrot · 7 days ago

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Thoughts on TSR episode?

Oh wow this is just a hornet's nest waiting for me to hit it with a baseball bat type of question. But ok anon I'm gonna try to speak on this in a way that will get as little people mad at me as possible lol.

I enjoy it, but then, I think I enjoy it mostly because is centers around Katara and I can't say there has been a Katara centered episode that had floped in my eyes. And an episode of Katara and Zuko reconciling after what he put her through was a long time coming and it is very fun to watch them kick ass. I adore the themes of this episode, misinterpreted as they may be by the wider public. I do have some major critiques of the episode, and I will get to them, but I'll try to unload them as we go.

I think Katara's portrayal in the episode is great. The storyline straddles the fine line of portraying her anger as equally valid and self destructive, and I like that she isn't villanised for it. Yes, Aang and Sokka try to talk her out of it, but it is out of concern for her, rather than a vehement contempt of her actions. Her grief is well presented, and even when she snaps the memorable and objectively awful "You didn't love her like I did" to Sokka, it feels more like a child trying to explain the intensity of her grief, but not knowing how to express it with the right words.

Let's remember that Katara not only was the sibling to see her mother's dead body, directly interact with her mother's murderer, but she also probably felt a lot of guilt for not only indirectly being the cause of the raid, but also not being fast enough in getting Hakoda, who may have helped. She's dealing not only with grief, but with a nasty case of survivor's guilt that Sokka thankfully doesn't seem to have. And it's very natural that, being a child, Katara would misinterpret Sokka having healed from the grief better as him not loving their mom as much as she did.

I've talked about the obvious parallel between Katara using bloodbending in the Southern Raiders and Hama forcing the art upon her. Bloodbending, in the case of Katara and Hama, symbolises righteous anger and hurt that has festered into something much more vindictive.

I think the bloodbending scene in TSR doesn't get discussed enough other than "it was cool to see Katara bloodbend again" or "haha this is how Zuko discovered bloodbending exists". Which, valid points, but I think the weight of this scene is often set aside. Even though it's the only instance of bloodbending in atla aside from "the Puppetmaster". And it directly parallels Hama, as Katara directs her rightful anger at a man who was innocent in this situation.

Like, yes this man was a Fire Nation officer, but he is not Yon Rha, and may, for all we know, not have even paricipated in the raids. Yet he was still subjected to the agonising and terrifying ordeal of being bloodbent, over a case of mistaken identity and misplaced vengance.

But Katara still has reason to hurt him. He's a fire nation soldier, a member of the organisation that hurt her and her people. Yet once she realises he is not Yon Rha, she immediately releases him, and is seemingly startled and exhaused by what she has done.

And of course, the situation takes a toll on Katara. I may be mistaken, but the ship scene seems to be the only instance of Katara tearing up in TSR, which feels like a deliberate choice. She has tears in her eyes when boarding the ship, probably as she knows she is planning on bloodbending, and again right after bloodbending the commander. It draws back to how devastated she was after bloodbending for the first time.

[Bloodbending has aggresive generational trauma symbolism, in both atla and tlok]

Bloodbending, for Katara, makes her go to a very dark place, and draw on a legacy of pain and anger that Hama had forced upon her. No wonder it is daunting to her. I find it hard to imagine Katara isn't aware of how much she is leaning into Hama's legacy in TSR, which may be why she is tearing up after bloodbending the commander.

She knows she's losing herself, and going down a path she previously could never see herself following. But I think she feels the need to do this, not only for herself, but for her mother.

Katara: Now that I know he's out there ... now that I know we can find him, I feel like I have no choice. Aang: Katara, you do have a choice: forgiveness. Zuko: That's the same as doing nothing! Aang: No, it's not. It's easy to do nothing, but it's hard to forgive. Katara : It's not just hard, it's impossible.

She feels like she has no choice, and the only way to do right by her mother is to get vengance on Yon Rha. We know that Kya's death has been a core wound for Katara. We see how she's tried to keep her mother's legacy alive, to the point of her trying to replace her in many ways, despite her being vocally uncomfortable with being percieved as motherly.

This probably ties in to Katara's survivor guilt, as she strongly tries to honour her mother, who died for/because of her. And killing Yon Rha feels like it's something that has to be done to avenge Kya, in Katara's eyes. But it is also taking a clear toll on Katara's own mental wellbeing.

I don't like the idea that TSR's Katara is "the true Katara" because it feels like taking a character who is going through some intense shit and isolating that as their "true self". Zuko during his banishment was not his true self, nor was Aang during the Desert. Rather than be defined by our lowest moments, we are a sum of our parts, and while how we act under duress is a factor of who we are, it is not a defining feature.

In the end, I think this is up to personal philosophy, but I find it so shallow and harsh to believe that someone reveals their true self when they're clearly in pain and distress. It feels very callous. Katara is acting out of pain and grief, and I don't think it's fair to define a 14 year old over these actions. Her friend and brother being concerned for her was warranted, because they see that Katara is doing something that she may regret. They know that Katara values life, that she isn't a killer, that she doesn't believe people are defined by their grief and pain.

I think Katara's own words in "the Avatar State" episode fit here rather poignantly.

Katara : Do you remember when we were at the air temple and you found Monk Gyatso's skeleton? It must have been so horrible and traumatic for you. I saw you get so upset that you weren't even you anymore. I'm not saying the Avatar State doesn't have incredible and helpful power ... but you have to understand ... for the people who love you, watching you be in that much rage and pain is really scary.

And, of course, on a smaller scale, this rings true for Katara in TSR as well. Anger and grief are important for a healthy human to experience, but it is easy to lose oneself to them. And I think this is the thesis of TSR, which often gets misinterpreted.

The episode doesn't condemn Katara for wanting to track down Yon Rha, but it does clearly set up the warnings of what murdering him entails for Katara. Now, as much as Jet and Hama are complex in how they are presented as sympathetic antagonists, and there is a discussion to be had about villanising victims, they are both set up as parallels to Katara.

Katara empathises with them, and that is what allows them to manipulate her. We see both Jet and Hama late into their respective "moral declines", but it's not that hard to see how they got there. Jet was a freedom fighter, surely he's killed soldiers. And perhaps military couriers, perhaps medics, people affiliated with the FN army but not participating in the fight directly. And then there are citizens who may have cooperated with the army and supported it with rations, perhaps. All in the name of his righteous cause, up until he tried to blow up a town.

I have no doubt Hama began imprisoning people who "deserved it". Perhaps a FN army veteran who was proud of his first service, then perhaps a man who declared his disdain for the other nations, then, maybe a wife of a soldier who supported her husband's military career, maybe a teen who talked about joining the army once he was the right age.

Revenge is dangerous, because it doesn't always bring the closure we seek, and we are left to project those who harmed us onto people who have nothing to do with it.

Aang: Katara, you sound like Jet. Katara: It's not the same! Jet attacked the innocent. This man, he's a monster.

But note that Jet was also fighting the "monsters" who harmed his village.

Jet: Katara, you would too if you just stopped to think. Think about what the Fire Nation did to your mother. We can't let them do that to anyone else ever again. Katara : This isn't the answer!

Let's be honest, Yon Rha is literal scum and I don't think anyone would be sad for him if Katara turned him into an icicle pincushion. The episode never tries to humanise him, and portrays him as pathetic and vile, as he deserves. But it's not about him. Aang and Sokka's worries lay with Katara and how killing a man out of rage and pain would affect her personally.

I think Aang specifically gets misinterpreted in this episode. I understand why he rubs people the wrong way, because of course we believe Katara deserves to face Yon Rha, that she deserves the closure this encounter would offer her.

Zuko: She needs this, Aang. This is about getting closure and justice. Aang: I don't think so. I think it's about getting revenge. Katara: [Angrily.] Fine, maybe it is! Maybe that's what I need! Maybe that's what he deserves!

I actually adored this episode for Aang and Katara's relationship, because I adore how Aang straddles the line of supportive and rightfully concerned. What I think a lot of people forget is that Aang wasn't against Katara finding Yon Rha, but rather trying to gauge Katara's reasons for doing so and concerned about her motives.

Because "what do you think this will accomplish?" is a valid question to ask here. Aang knows firsthand that releasing one's anger is seldom the healing balm for the soul. Katara has helped him process the unbelievable pain and rage he went through as the last airbender, and he is returning the favour, while also trying to keep her needs in mind. He acknowledges that Katara needs to face Yon Rha, but he worries for her if she chooses vengance.

Katara: Don't try to stop us. Aang: I wasn't planning to. This is a journey you need to take. You need to face this man. [Katara situates herself on Appa's head.] But when you do, please don't choose revenge. Let your anger out, and then let it go. Forgive him.

I've seen the argument that this is just Aang "saving face" because Katara was going to go anyway, but I find that argument hollow. Like, yeah, I guess if you want to believe that. But Aang hasn't had problems disagreeing with Katara before, and I feel like Appa would take Aang's side if push came to shove.

I find it silly that some people can't comprehend the idea of Aang supporting Katara's need to confront Yon Rha, while not supporting the murderous urges. Because just because Katara didn't kill Yon Rha, doesn't mean the encounter didn't have value.

I think the biggest one is Katara demystifying Yon Rha, and, to an extent Fire Nation soldiers to herself.

Over the course of the episode, Katara frequently refers to Yon Rha as "the monster" rather than as a man. She's, unsurprisingly, built him up in her head as a manifestation of her helplessness to protect those she loves, the power and evil the Fire Nation army has over her.

Katara: That was him. That was the monster.

This has the side effect that when Zuko attacks her village, in the very first few episodes, she's probably going right back to that scared little girl. There are even some incredibly strong parallels between these two raids. Both looking for the last member of a demographic. Kya or Aang bargain themselves in exchange for the village's safety, while also comforting Katara. Hell, there's even some strong visual similarities between Zuko's scar and the unique helmets the Southern Raiders wear, further allowing Katara to tie Zuko to the monster of her childhood.

Confronting Yon Rha allowed her to truly look at "the monster" and realise that he is just a pathetic man.

Katara : [Sorrowfully.] I always wondered what kind of person could do such a thing, but now that I see you, I think I understand. There's just nothing inside you, nothing at all. You're pathetic and sad and empty.

She is no longer helpless against him, and those like him.

Katara : Oh, don't you worry about my strength. I have plenty. I'm not the helpless little girl I was when they came.

This also allows her to untangle Zuko from Yon Rha, and see that Zuko is trying and has grown as a person.

Zuko in TSR is interesting to me. I think people tend to brush of his own internal goings on in the episode. Zuko is acting very much like Zuko here, which is equally annoying and endearing. I have no doubt he was genuine in his attempts to smooth things over with Katara, and that he truly thought he was helping by egging her on to kill Yon Rha. On the surface, it is a vaguely questionable move to try and dig up a girl's trauma behind her back. But I do believe Zuko was genuinely not aware of how manipulative these actions could come off.

Zuko still has a lot of toxic and dangerous mindsets from his Fire Nation upbringing to unlearn. And it manifests in percieving violence and vengance as the only correct way, as well as mocking Aang's more pacifistic advice. Like genuinely it's not surprising he has a little bit of lingering disdain for air nomad values but it is also incredibly jarring to hear these words from him lol.

If I can present one of my silliest pet peeves of the episode, its when Zuko rescues Katara from those falling rocks and then lays on top of her for just a bit too long. Like thanks for the assist sir now stop laying on top of the lass. And then he goes "ok I'll take that as a thank you ☝️🤓" when she tells him to get off. Also waiting in front of her tent all night like sir please

There are some similarities between Katara's confrontation with Yon Rha and Zuko's confrontation with Ozai, and I believe they were intentional. As both these characters confront men who have cast a shadow over their childhoods, and have, directly or indirectly caused them to lose their mothers. And they both no longer fear them now it's Ozai and Yon Rha's turn to listen to them.

Zuko: That's another thing. I'm not taking orders from you anymore. Ozai : [Angrily.] You will obey me, or this defiant breath will be your last! Zuko: [Pulls out his swords.] Think again. I am going to speak my mind, and you are going to listen.

Of course, there are some even more direct parallels in Katara and Yon Rha compared to the Aang and Ozai fight but Im focusing on Katara and Zuko here.

I think it would also be foolish to set aside the idea that Zuko is very much affected by Ozai taunting him about his own mother's dissapearance during the Day of Black Sun. Zuko was unable to get closure for his mother's dissapearance, so he is extra invested in Katara's mother's death, and finding her killer.

It is very fun to see Zuko and Katara working together. They're a deadly duo and they bounce off each other really well. It always warms my heart to see them reconcile at the end, as it was a long time coming. I treat it as a landmark on both their budding friendship, and their respective personal healing journeys.

I think my biggest criticism of the episode is how much Sokka had been sidelined in it. On one hand, I understand it. He isn't suffering from the survivors guilt Katara is dealing with and therefore has no need to confront Yon Rha.

On the other hand having Zuko use him as essentially an exposition dump and then for the narrative to cut him out right after he relived his trauma hurts my soul. At the very least, I think it would've been nice to see his concern for Katara more focused on.

I am, however, impressed that seemingly moments after he told Zuko about one of the worst days of his life, he was hooking up with his gf like I don't think I'd even be able to preform after that and yet Sokka did apparently. Which tbh is very 16 year old boy of him.

TSR is one of those episodes that has been slightly soured in my mind by the way the fandom tends to treat it. It has become the centre of some very nasty shipping discourse, when that was never the focus of the episode. But I do love the focus on Katara and the way she handles her grief and trauma.

I know it's easy to say TSR simply regurgitates the tried and true killing=bad a lot of kid shows have, but I think it does so with some very interesting nuance. Instead of using objective morality, it focuses more on how killing someone, even with a good reason, could affect you personally. And I commend it for that, even if it isn't always graceful abouf it.

I don't think I've touched on every subject of TSR, because i originally meant this reply to be a quick overview which spiraled vastly out of control. This post is already getting way too long, so I'll end it now, because I think I touched on at least most of what I wanted to.

That post was pretty heavy, so here's a picture of my fat son Zorro under a blanket that kinda makes him look like Goku when he turns blond or smth idk I've never watched DB

#i like that the “murdering people may have a negative impact on your mental state” message is so hard to grasp by some fans #i know tsr is supposed to be the zutara episode but I do genuinely think its very good for kataang too #the southern raiders #katara #aang #zuko #sokka #yon rha #anti zutara #<not really but consider this a warding spell #pro katara #pro aang #avatar #atla #avatar: the last airbender #the last airbender #avatar the last airbender #hama

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