#I actually don't really know what submissions are am I doing this right

[love-toxin]

just read your latest billy fic and am now obsessed with the idea of billy babytrapping you and/or having a massive, unhinged breeding kink. in his mind you won't ever leave him if he gets you pregnant.

(please bear with my ramblings below)

billy obsessively tracking your cycle and going at it like rabbits when you're ovulating. sex that goes on for HOURS because he wants to get multiple loads inside of you, just to be sure. plugging you up afterward so all his cum stays inside. constantly telling you what a good parent you would be, and how beautiful your children would be because he's pretty, and you're pretty, so it just makes sense, right?

I really think he'd get so delusional about it. burying his face in your arousal and insisting he can tell you're fertile just by the smell/taste. bending down to whisper in your ear only to tell you how full and achey his balls are getting. leaving you little gifts but they're all pregnancy tests or baby clothes. forget whatever stage of a relationship or situationship you guys are in, he's starting a family with you. he'd get such an ecstatic glint in his eye when you finally tell him you're pregnant. don't get me started on the pregnant belly worship.

tl;dr if billy fucks me and I'm not sitting in a puddle of his cum afterwards, I don't want it‼️🗣

PRRRRRR!!!! yes. im into it. now u have to bear with MY ramblings

(cws: babytrapping, fem pronouns)

Feels like babytrapper Billy is an untapped gold mine--it's less that he wants a baby at first and mostly just that he wants control over you, but that switches up real fast when you actually get knocked up. When you actually wanna be sweet about it. Fussing about cribs and a nursery and having enough baby clothes, making him take you to the ultrasound appointments and actually getting a 'tude with him because he did this to you and now he's gonna have to deal with just as much as you have to carrying his baby.

But Billy ends up loving the shit out of it. He loves your attitude. He loves your mood swings. He loves your hormonal cravings and your tears when you throw up morning after morning. He loves holding your hair back and stuffing your bed full of pillows so you're comfortable, and he loves laying his head on your belly and hearing those little gurgles and feeling those little kicks from his baby.

At the same time, however, it makes him emotional. If this is how he feels before his baby is even here, then why would...how could his father ever treat him the way he does, and did? How could anybody do that to a kid? It makes him angry at himself for the way he was treated and the way he took that out on Max, too. He's got lots of apologies to make. Those experiences don't take up all his attention, though--he has a pretty partner to care for now, and having that to fill his time over bouncing from party to party and girl to girl just to feel something makes him unbelievably satisfied.

It honestly makes him glad that he never knocked anyone up accidentally leading up to when he met you. It had to be you, he knows that now. It had to be you that he coerced, begged, and fucked into submission to make you his, it had to be your womb that he wanted so badly to break and your pussy he wanted to risk going raw into. Wouldn't you just be the cutest with a baby, anyways? You're such a catch and you're so pretty. You'd make such adorable babies. It's obvious he never wanted to be one of those guys with a handful of baby mamas and kids he rarely sees; he wants you and your kids and that's it. It's official--you've hooked Hawkins' resident playboy into a dedicated partner and father, whether you wanted to or not.

If there's one thing he loves most about your pregnancy though, it's that he loves your neediness. He loves that something seems to click in you that makes you pine for the man whose seed you've sown, like there's an invisible connection between you two that pulls you both closer. It's like you're instinctually drawn to him and he hopes, god he hopes that continues after you've had the baby. He's ready to make love to a woman after she's had a child (after you've healed sufficiently, of course, he can wait) it's like that next stage of maturity for him. He can't wait to see how far you've come and how much you've sacrificed just to have his baby, and he can't wait to look you in the eyes and tell you he wants another. No, he doesn't want you to work off the baby weight first or fuss with your hair or your clothes to try and get back to looking like you were before. He wants you now. As you are. Raw. He's sick of those prissy party-girl snobs and their perfect bodies and their permed hair that they can't let get messed up. He wants the woman who stays up all night feeding his daughter and rolls her eyes at his flirting attempts in the morning. He's totally whipped, and even with those bags under your eyes and that tension headache behind his from the crying of his precious baby girl, he still wants another. And he's got ways of making sure that you do, too...after all, he got you into it the first time, right?

[tsunaaism]

Okay i know you just posted a part 2 of the submissive and breedable ask but pls consider doing it for Tendou, Suna, Kageyama and Hinata this time? Thank you 💕

You tell your friend that they, “Look like a bottom.” + "Submissive and breedable."

GN!Reader ft. Kageyama Tobio and Suna Rintaro.

Warnings: suggestive content.

A/N: I'll include Tendou in the next batch. Here's a little treat for you ♥️

Bokuto, Kuroo, Ushijima’s ver.

Miya twins + Oikawa’s ver.

Kageyama Tobio

What are the chances that Kageyama Tobio is actually familiar with the term 'submissive and breedable'?

Zero? Maybe 0.05%?

There's no use pondering about it. You'd have to put it into test.

“Huh? What?"

See? It’s the exact reaction you expected. It’s funny, you think. Tobio has always been so innocent; it wouldn’t hurt to prank him a little.

"Mmhm. You look really submissive and breedable today.” You chuckle, repeating the words once more, earning another confused glance from the athlete.

“Hm?” His brows furrow, eyes flicking up and down your form, then to his own reflection in the mirror. 

He’s so clueless. 

So... clueless. 

Or is he?

"Me..? clueless?"

Uh-oh.

You said that out loud, didn't you?

Snap. This wasn't what you planned. He's starting to look a little sad now, and this is all your doing.

"It's not a bad thing to be clueless, Tobio."

He tilted his head.

"Well, you do have a point,"

He pauses, taking a last look at your form.

"But i've never been submissive and clueless. Maybe breedable, though."

Huh...

What was that?

Hold up.

HUH?

Seeing the bewilderment on your face, his eyes narrowed. A faint, lopsided smile crawled onto his lips,

"It's not a bad thing to be clueless, (Y/n)."

Lesson learned: never mess with kageyama, ever again. He knows more than he seems to.

Suna Rintaro

Ideally, he's not someone you would want to tell this to.

But, you're feeling a little bold today.

"Rin." You hover above his laying figure, snatching a chuupet away from his hands.

Clearly, you're feeling extra bold today.

"Give it back." He grunts, clearly displeased that you stole his beloved jelly fruit sticks, "What do you want?"

"Noooothing. Just wanted to rile you up."

Yes. Extra bold.

By now, he'd forgotten about the half-eaten chuupet in your hand. He crosses is arm, staying silent as he waits for whatever you're doing to be over with,

"Because you look really submissive and breedable when you're angry."

Now you've done it.

What did you expect, honestly? Pure silence? If so, you might be correct.

Ooor not.

He chuckles, clearly amused with your antics, "You wanna put it into test and see what's up?"

"Is that necessary? I know i'm right, Rin. Always am."

"You think so?"

He peers into your eyes, challenging your own confident, playful stare. Brows raised, a cheeky smile climbed onto his face.

"Don't be an all bark no bite now."

He leans closer to you,

"Lets see if you can say the same thing after this."

Err.. Good luck (3).

[pendarling]

Do You Like Me?

Villain's attention shifted when they realized Hero was blushing. It was a soft stain of pink showering on their face despite the life-threatening circumstances they were in.

"Are you… seriously flustered right now?" They tightened their grip on the weapon as they stood in front of an abandoned warehouse. Hero had been knocked to the ground fairly easily tonight, and now Villain stood hovering above them, pointing the blade at their throat. They'd been determined to kill one of their longest adversaries, and even now, they still couldn't entirely figure them out.

This doesn't usually happen with all of Villain's other enemies, and something always told them that Hero, in particular, should be treated a little differently.

"W-what?" Hero's eyes widened, and they turned their gaze away.

They smirked slightly and pulled the blade away from Hero, "You really are enjoying this aren't you?" They chuckled as Hero stumbled on their words to find a counter-argument. "You a freak?" They leaned in and pulled their chin toward them. Hero's face lit on fire at the unexpected guess.

"Get off me!" They blushed feverously and batted away at their hand, but Villain hadn't budged at all; their eyes kept calm at the sudden nervousness of their enemy. 

"Hahaha, you seriously like me? I thought you just had a strong vendetta."

"I'm not interested in you, okay!?" 

Villain's hand combed through their hair until Hero's focus was back on them. "Oh? But you were blushing."

"I panicked!" A long silence came across them, and Hero lay silently.

"Hmmm..." Villain shrugged and stood away from them again to let Hero rise from the ground. They could tell they'd gotten on Hero's mind and decided to entertain it. "It's a shame, actually; I kinda thought it could work... theoretically speaking, of course, since..."

Hero dashed their eyes back at them. "I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not gonna work."

But it already did, and without them knowing too.

"You really don't think of me in any way?" They leaned in closer again, their teeth bearing a predatory-like reminder of their positions, but the sudden closeness only made Hero's cheeks darken in excitement.

Their nemesis refrained from speaking, too stunned to fight but too embarrassed to clue them in further. Their aloof expression was rather unconvincing. 

Villain circled their frame with an ominous air surrounding them, a soft breeze passing behind them sent shivers across Hero's body. "My, my... I never knew I'd see the day you'd get so riled up because of me." Villain sounded confident in their words as their hand slightly traced down their back as they worked their way into Hero's vision once more.

"You're awfully cocky..." They mumbled, still frightened at the concept of harbouring any feelings for what was supposed to be their greatest opponent. 

"Am I?"

Hero felt their heart hammering in their chest when Villain's eyes lingered on their lips unexpectedly. They instinctively licked them in response, feeling an unfamiliar submissive nature surface just by being so near to Villain. "You are."

"Are you still scared of me, little hero?" They tilted their head in a taunting manner and observed their reaction at being called upon so playfully.

It took all their strength to shake their head without appearing intimidated, but the power dynamic had already attached itself to their heart. Whatever Villain was doing had left them nervous, unlike any others before. It was a type of fear that stopped them from pursuing dangerous territory before they went and got hurt. This was Villain, after all; they were capable of much greater things than just wasting time with them.

It could all be a small game, toying with Hero's emotions before they took what they hid so well.

"Good." They murmured against their ear, and Hero stopped themselves from flinching; they were so caught up in their thoughts that they hadn't processed Villain's movements. "Because I have much greater things I plan to do with you, love."

~~~ MASTERLIST

[bedazzlecunt]

i get sooo many asks and DMs asking for tips on how to get better at edging so i wanted to make an actual post about how i turned myself into a total edgeslut — and how you can, too! there's really only one main 'rule' to follow while you're learning how to edge, so i promise you can do it! this info should still be applicable regardless of your particular genitalia, but i mostly reference cunts because that's what i've got.

the one rule!

my ultimate suggestion for people who are new to edging and finding it almost impossible is to STOP TRYING TO EDGE. some of you are going like that's crazy edging is all i want to do! but listen to me. listen to me. we are going to get you there.

if horniness is a scale of one to ten, with one being 'not horny at all' and ten being 'orgasming' the ideal edging situation is that you get to a nine and then stop. that's really hard to do, though! but you could probably get to a four and stop, right? pretty easily, even.

that's what you want to do. figure out that highest number on that scale you can go and still stop, and go to that number. do this a lot. i love, love, LOVE touching like this, even now that i am a pro at edging, because there's zero risk of going over and it's still a great tool to keep you horny / submissive / feeling hot as hell / whatever it is you want to get out of edging.

start at bringing yourself to a four and then stop. once you've mastered that, once that feels almost too easy, move up to a five. then a six. seven. i encourage you not to cum at all while you're doing this, but also, i'm not your dom! do what you want! the point is you're touching-without-cumming a lot (which is great practice all on it's own) and you're acclimating your body to getting horny, sometimes even REALLY horny, without actually cumming every time it happens.

doing this regularly also has the pleasant side-effect keeping you aroused more often than not. if you're constantly bringing yourself to level seven horniness and then stopping, you are almost never going to drop below level three. you are going to be turned on a LOT, which feels sooooo good. which leads to...

getting addicted*!

the thing about being always horny, about touching yourself all the time, about never cumming, is that it feels really, really good. people wouldn't do denial if it didn't! and once you've had a month or so of touching-but-not-edging and your body's adjusted to the sense of being constantly turned on and how good it feels, it gets to a point where cumming is a lot less appealing. you know it's going to take away the good, horny, happy feeling that you're getting addicted to! once you've come to really, really enjoy being constantly horny, and come to associate the idea of cumming with losing that good feeling, that makes it a lot easier to keep from going over as you creep up to higher levels like eight and nine. and even when you do go over, the fact that you'll lose the sensation that you've come to enjoy so much will just reinforce for you that it's better not to cum!

*i'm using addicted as a fun little hyperbole word here, but i do want to add the disclaimer that if your edging / horniness / etc. starts to interfere with your life like a real addiction then you gotta stop that before you hurt yourself. do not actually jeopardize your job/relationships/etc. for kink.

edging!

by this point, you'll have lots of practice at masturbating without going over and you'll be addicted to the feeling of being constantly turned on — and you'll dread the thought of losing that feeling. those things combined are the peak edging scenario. this is the point when you can start trying to edge seriously; bringing yourself to a nine on our horny scale and stopping.

you will probably still go over occasionally as you figure out your actual limits — don't be angry at yourself for this, but do refrain from trying to edge again on days you go over. the last thing you want is to reacclimate your body to coming regularly. if you try to edge in the morning but go over by mistake, just bring yourself to a level eight for the rest of the times you masturbate and try again tomorrow. eventually, you'll know your limits, be addicted to the feeling of being edged, and be really practiced at doing it!

if you're still having trouble or just want to play in new ways, then find out what turns you on but you can't orgasm from. your nipples are sensitive enough to break your brain but you can't orgasm just from that? well then get to playing with them, dummy! love penetration but can't come from it without clit stimulation? tape off your clit and get fucking! i can never cum just from humping a pillow or grinding on something, so grinding is a great way for me to edge! try to find stuff that makes you really, really horny but that you can't orgasm from and really lean into those things!

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 6

If you haven't read my other meta on the show, I suggest you do! You can find them here.

I adore that Segasaki put a tracker on Yoh.

However, it looks as though it was pointless because it's as if Yoh wants to get caught. Slow doesn't even begin to describe this boy.

Now it's finally useful. He has found his man and told him in no uncertain terms to make up an excuse and come back home. Now, if he were an actual slave, he would be unable to say no. If he were deep subservient... He would be unable to say no. I know you normies are thinking, damn. Don't they have rights Luta!? They Don't Want Them! They are not you. For some people, they just don't want to make decisions. Now is Yoh that type of submissive is the question though. Let's see what Yoh does.

I love that Yoh at least has someone on the outside of things he can talk to. She clearly understands Segasaki. I really like the husband. Mickey and Minnie are well suited to each other.

Flashback time!!!

So it all starts in the school cafeteria. OMG, I love how Yoh pauses as soon as he sees Segasaki. Then he has to sit back down because he doesn't know what else to do. His original thought is no longer there. All that encompasses his gray matter is Segasaki. "The first time I saw that person. I thought they might not be from this planet. At least out of all the sculptures that I've ever seen, he's the most beautiful." Then he gives that soft smile. So freaking cute! "The shape of his ears, the line of his nose, the angle of the jawline, the fullness of their lips. Even the shape of their unseen eyeballs must be beautiful."

He then rushes to the store to buy what it will take to draw this beautiful boy. Yoh had it bad right off, but he doesn't understand it himself. Did they really call him loner guy? "If I were a girl, I would have thought it was love at first sight. But it was just a beautiful man." Yoh, you is an idiot. I love you, but you is an idiot. Okay, so he even knows that he is lying to himself. That's fair, we all do it.

I really am not a fan of these people. Loner guy? Really. These people look down on Yoh. Yup, nope, that solidified it. I don't like them.

Bless baby's heart. He is so anxious. I'm in love with Segasaki straight away because I think he fell in love with Yoh pretty fast too. Right off, we see Segasaki easily takes control. The way he tells Yoh, "Let's go." and grabs his arm then backpack to control Yoh's direction and to push him where he wants. He then keeps his hand there.

Right off, they easily drop into a D/s relationship. This is how you would see a D/s relationship develop naturally. Guidelines are always a good but for the fiftieth million time, lifestyle people are different from scene. We are naturally always Dom or always submissive, so we don't turn that off. It's going to naturally be seen even in friendship, but that doesn't mean that a Dom should expect a submissive friend to just listen. A submissive can always put guidelines and boundaries up, but to think that these relationships don't organically happen is ignorant. Yoh is submissive right off the back, just look at how he asks Segasaki if this is okay. Segasaki is Dom right off the bat.

I adore how close they are to each other. Segasaki has no concept of space when it comes to Yoh. Oh, these two. In the way, Segasaki asks Yoh what he is doing. Sees Yoh's indecisiveness, finds a book, and then gives him a command. Fulling expecting Yoh to absolutely tell him what he thinks of the book. "If he were to suddenly despise me, it might be the end of me." Those some deep feelings there.

I can't wait to see Segasaki's side of things!!! We know that Yoh's perception of things are easily distorted by his emotions. He is inclined to having a glass half empty mindset.

Please note, that Yoh as of yet hasn't acknowledged Segasaki's message. The submissive is not listening. We are not looking at a slave or a deep submissive.

Hahaha. Being drunk and clingy are absolutely who he is Mickey my dear.

OMG, This is the best! I'm Dying. I love Segasaki and I love Segasaki's personality and his jealousy. I'm in love with these mother fucking characters oh so much.

The way he stomps over and pulls back the curtains. "You can finish remotely right." I assure you, Segasaki wasn't actually asking a question. Still, Yoh faced with an angry Dom says yes. Said angry, Dom grabs him and begins to pull him away.

Leaving Minnie and Mickey both stunned and impressed. I think Mickey just developed his first guy crush.

Bombastic side eye. Oh damn... Here comes the miscommunication. Yoh is talking about Segasaki and Segasaki is talking about Mickey. Poor baby.

Yoh finds the tracker. Boy knows what that is and tells Segasaki, I put it back where I found it. But Segasaki is pissed. He thinks Yoh likes Mickey. Lawd these two. If they ever learn to communicate.

I can't wait for the next episode!!! I'm so in love with these two!!!

[ssentimentals]

next to you {jeon wonwoo}

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader

prompt: 'i won't give up on you' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here)

warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

steady. this is what wonwoo appreciates the most about you. waves can come crushing, thunder can roll over with a shout, but your resilience doesn't waver even for a second. wonwoo appreciates consistency (something that not a lot of people can manage) in your actions and behaviours; you amaze him in that way. when you two were introduced to each other, from the very day one you appeared to be kind and respectful and after two years nothing changed. you were constantly good and it took him embarrassing amount of time to realize that his awe with you has a romantic undertone. that your constant occupation of his thoughts was not due to you two being good friends. that his desire for your steady presence went beyond what one feels for another in platonic relationships. you were good and you were steady and jeon wonwoo selfishly wanted it all for himself.

he often wondered if you ever felt heavy. caring so much for people around you, having to be the rock for them to lean on, always being responsible for everything and everyone. he often wondered if you find all these things to be burdensome, if you ever just want to let go and give away those responsibilities. do you really want it? he wants to ask when you volunteer to be a leader. do you need help? he wants to ask when you brush off someone else's worries about you. do you feel lonely? he wants to ask when you stay up late all on your own. wonwoo goes tongue-tied and instead of asking those questions, he settles for quietly being next to you. he may not offer the right words, but he can take care of you in his own ways; little ways, yes, but no less meaningful.

'woo?' you look up in surprise, when his figure casts a shadow on your table. 'what are you doing here?' taking a look over your shoulder at the clock on the wall, you glance back at him with a frown. 'it's one am.'

'i can ask you the same thing. it is one am, what are you doing in the library?'

he smiles at the way you stare at him indignantly. 'i need to finish our group project, deadline for submission is tomorrow morning.'

of course you are the one finishing this project. of course you are the one who's sitting in the library at one am, fixing presentation, going over slides, checking everything. wonwoo is part of your group and he takes small relief in the fact that his part is polished and you won't spend much time on it. 'and i brought sandwiches,' wonwoo puts his backpack on the chair and pulls out few wrapped chicken sandwiches from there. they're still warm and he smiles happily, putting two right in front of you. 'fuel for brains, so you'd finish this up faster.'

smile that you send his way leaves him in ruins. 'thank you, woo.'

wonwoo nods. he gives you an excuse that he'll go and bring you two tea but in reality he needs a breather, because you don't control the force of your smiles and you have no idea what they do to him. he massages lightly left side of his chest where heart is supposed to be and sighs, settling for two cups of green tea in cafeteria. he wishes... for a lot, actually, but at most he just wants to be next to you. he assigned to himself this role of your friend, because even the rock on who everybody leans on will someday need to lean on someone else. wonwoo lives in futile hopes that maybe he'll be there at that moment. maybe you'll see something else in him, something apart from just a fellow classmate or a good friend. maybe you'll look at him in that moment and will see all of his devotion and his readiness to just..stay here and not leave. stay right next to you.

'your tea is ready.'

he takes steaming cups and carefully makes his way back to the library. wonwoo sometimes thinks that you know. that you are aware of his feelings towards you and just pretend not to notice so it won't complicate your friendship. sometimes he thinks that maybe you don't know for sure but that you have an inkling, a guess. option in which you have no idea about his feelings is not on the table, because you are very attentive and his special treatment for you could not have escaped your gaze. he doesn't really know nor understand reasons for your silence regarding his feelings, but he doesn't question them. what you two have now is good and steady and it's almost enough. something tells him that this situation will resolve itself without his direct involvement and he follows his inner voice, not confessing.

wonwoo looks up from the stairs and notices you standing at the entrance to the library, waving to him with a smile on your face. you look tired and bags under your eyes grow more and more prominent with each passing day, but he still finds it hard to look away from you, still can stare at you all day and night and find it incredibly entertaining. 'figured you'd need help with the door,' you say lightly, gesturing to his occupied hands. holding door open for him, you take a peak at the cups, smiling: 'green tea? you're saviour, woo.'

your words settle against him like a warm blanket, like a much needed hug. there's no one in the library apart from you two but you both still keep quiet, voices hushed and low by a habit. 'is there a lot left? in presentation, i mean.'

'not much, around 5-6 slides,' you help him by taking one cup from his hands. 'why are you here, woo? i don't think you came at this hour to the library to give me sandwiches.'

but i did though. wonwoo first thinks he'll judge dodge the question but his sleep deprived mind refuses to come up with anything, so instead he lets out a rather provocative: 'is it really that hard to believe that i came exactly for that?'

he knows it's a wrong thing to say the second words leave his mouth. you don't meet his eyes and everything in your posture screams tension. it's too late to take the words back, so wonwoo lives few horrible seconds with knowledge of his own fuck up. you're not helping the situation by staying silent, so he blurts out the truth: 'i just want to help.'

at this you look up, raising your right eyebrow. 'help with presentation?'

'no,' he answers honestly because apparently his brain has a trouble with letting him say anything but the truth. 'although if you need help with that then of course i'll help.'

you lean back, staring at him with a quiet challenge in your eyes. there's determination set deep in your features and he loves you for it, for your ability to push forward even when you're uncomfortable, for your constant need to get to the bottom of something. 'if you're here to not help with presentation then with what?'

you know the answer just like he knows the answer. you're almost daring him to say it, challenging him and wonwoo usually never raises to the bait, but this doesn't feel like one, not really. he mostly feels like this is some kind of test only you know the meaning of and he has to pass it. 'to help you,' he says, looking straight into your eyes. 'someone has to.'

words hit too close to home, it's obvious by the way your jaw locks and how you bite your bottom lip. your eyes water and your voice cracks in the end as you ask: 'and you think i need help? do i look like someone who needs help?'

venom in your voice doesn't deter him. wonwoo knows you too well, he learned to circle those high walls you built, he managed to climb on top of them all during these two years and he knows your defensive mechanisms as back of his hand. 'everyone needs help,' he says, staying elusive but answering your question at the same time. 'and everyone needs someone to take care of them. including you.'

you're barely holding your tears back, he can tell. he wishes you wouldn't. he wishes you'd cry freely in front of him, wishes you'd find his presence comforting enough to let go. 'asking for help and leaning on someone does not make you weak,' he continues in a hushed whisper that pierces your heart like an arrow. 'knowing your limits is a sign of maturity. you can't do everything on your own, that's stupid and reckless. and you're neither of these things.'

this gains him a small smile from you and a watery laugh. few tears escape your eyes and you quickly wipe them off without turning away. small victories, he guesses. 'that was a nice ted talk,' you mumble, taking a deep breath to calm down. your eyes are full with unshed tears when you look back at him again. 'and? is that you saying that you are the one who will help me and take care of me?'

wonwoo licks his lips. 'i like to think that this is what i've been doing for the past year at least.'

you lock your arms over your chest, shutting off from him. 'as a friend. with no ulterior motives, i hope.'

'you know that there were none.' wonwoo holds his voice steady even if he is offended by your words. he knows you don't mean them that way, knows it's just another test. 'don't insult me like that.'

your expression crumbles and you hide your face behind your hands in a loose attempt of not showing him your tears. your shoulders shake a little but you quickly regain control of yourself back, sniffling. 'i'm sorry,' you say and then repeat again, clearing your voice: 'i'm sorry, you are right, i know that there were none. i don't know why i said that, i'm sorry. it's just-' you take a deep breath, curling into a little ball on the chair. '-i think you don't..know me? like you know one version of me and you think so highly of me and in truth i..' you look over your laptop and then back at wonwoo. 'i hate it all. i hate being a leader, and i hate having to finish all these stupid presentations and-'

you fall silent and wonwoo lets silence linger in the air between you two, not saying anything too. he's not surprised at all, because he knew all of it. he just hopes you feel better saying it all out loud. 'tea is getting cold,' he says quietly after a while.

you blink out of your thoughts at his worsd and huff, remembering about your cup. maybe it's the wrong move to say something right now, but wonwoo fears there might never been another night like this, so he goes for it: 'i don't think anything less of you. you can say a lot of things like that and they don't make you a monster that you're really trying to make me see in you. i won't give up on you. even if you decide to tell everyone to fuck off and ask someone else to lead, even if you decide it's time for you to turn into a hermit. i'll stay right next to you anyway. because you are a good person. core of you, base of you is good. your heart is pure gold and i'll stand by it no matter what.'

that's my confession, he thinks, staring at your wide eyes. my love confession to you. and he knows you understand. he knows from your wide opened eyes that you know it was a love confession. all you can do is accept or reject it and he is fine with both options, truly. as long as he can stand next to you, like a friend or like a lover, he is fine with it all.

'i never- i had a feeling, but i never entertained the thought that it actually might be true...' you whisper, cicling edge of the cup with your finger. 'you always took care of me.'

'i did.' wonwoo agrees, because it is true.

'and you will take care of me in the future even if i decide to just stay friends.'

it was not a question but wonwoo still answers: 'i will.'

your smile is an eighth wonder of this world. it can stop the rain and can make flowers bloom in wonwoo's heart. you lean in with a decision taken: 'then please, stand next to me, just like you said. not as a friend, but...' you reach out with an open palm towards him. 'as a lover.'

wonwoo has never made a decision faster in his life. your hand feels soft and nice and right in his. he doesn't have to say anything, everything can be understood from the way he looks at you. by your reddening cheeks he can tell that you also got everything. 'let's eat those sandwiches and i'll need fifteen minutes more for this presentation. then we'll go back to the dorms, okay?'

wonwoo simply nods, interlacing your fingers together. as you squeeze his fingers back with an reassuring smile, he thinks that he'll be okay with anything you ask. 'okay,' he still voices out, smiling. okay.

a/n: i'm unexplainably in love with this work. is it weird to say stuff like that about something you wrote? anyways, this is very self indulgent but i hope you liked it too. <3 - nini

tagging @prpldahy and @wonvsmile as it was your request <3

[sarah-denial-cq]

How I Engage with Misogyny

Tumblr provides me with a lot of misogynistic porn.

There's a lot going on in that sentence. Obviously, I have some influence over what blogs I'm following, what I Like (as a reminder, see my pinned post about my likes being public), etc. But there's also the algorithm, the lack of control over what people post or send me to edge to (again, pinned post). The trouble is I'm not a misogynist. I actually think women are amazing and worshipable and divine and so on. So what do I do?

I do what a lot of queer women on tumblr do: editing. In my mind, when I see a misogynistic caption of "women are..." or whatever, it becomes "I am...". I revel in my womanhood being something that makes me lesser, or a target, or prey, or etc. When I see something that says "men are superior", in my mind it becomes - well it depends on my mood :D - something sort of like "better people are superior".

And this editing is intoxicating. Because I'm using my own volition to recognize that this caption is about ME. It's targeting ME. Of course I know it isn't the case that "all women should edge and never cum and drool their brains onto their tits." That's only about a specific kind of woman. The kind that I am. And by the way, plenty of captions are aimed at submissive or weak men; again, we just edit that, because it's not about gender, it's about being less. And I'm less. That's what really matters about me.

There's a post that circulates around that says something to the effect of "if you're a woman reading this, slap yourself. If you're not sure if this post applies to you [a bunch of transphobic bullshit]". Obviously the transphobia in the post makes it really gross to encounter (why would you reblog something so blatantly transphobic oh wait that describes 40% of all misogynist writing on tumblr), but the underlying message is right. I don't slap myself just because I'm a woman; I do it because I'm the kind of woman who slaps herself when told to.

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and Hero of cookies part 4

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 2999

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Or

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Dani haven't considered how hard it can be to save people from house fire

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Trigger warnings: house fire, panic attacks, temporary character death (am I over dramatic to say this if background child character's heart stops for a long moment and Dani hears it?) slight dissociation (tell me if I missed something, I'll fix it)

Dani proved to be useful addition to Duke’s patrol routine even though she couldn’t always join him, had very little actual training and was a certified mess most of the time. It was nice to banter with her in the free time, she did help when needed and her enhanced hearing was great in finding trouble he would otherwise overlook. She also often brought snacks (he did too, because girl had no idea what was healthy and in the love of god, if he didn’t try to get her in better habits). 

“Fire on seven. Some people are stuck inside,” Dani blurted out and flew faster than baseline person should be able to withstand. Duke run and grappled after orange blur she became. It was less than perfect that she couldn’t tell more specifically where things were going down, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t train. 

They rarely intervened with fires, unlike Gotham’s police and CPS, firefighters here worked pretty great. Dani knew this, so her going there in the first place meant something was up.

On a fly he grabbed his gas mask. It was made to withstand Scarecrow and Joker when they released their toxins and not smoke so it should do its job. He hoped that Dani would stop before entering so he could give her spare mask and well, coordinate. But she didn’t, of course. What did he expect from kid who body tackled Joker’s goon without second thought about idk, four other goons with guns being in the same room! He only saw end of her cape in between flames when he swung to the right street. Duke made sure his mask was secure when he stopped on a nearest save rooftop to assess the situation. Fire was too big to be put out with personal means like fire extinguishers so all they could do was to evacuate. 

“Hoopoe, you reckless idiot, don’t die in here,” he muttered, sure she would hear him before grappling inside too.

***

About five seconds after entering building, Dani decided that she didn’t like fires. It probably came from her time in Amity but she was far more comfortable when she could beat the root of the problem into submission. Also, it was surprisingly loud, like need-to-cover-her-ears-for-a-hot-moment type of loud. Not louder than a rogue attack, it would be really hard to beat that level of noise but fire was worse in some way. It was somewhat similar to nails on a blackboard. Not in a sound per se but in a vibe she got from it. How she couldn’t tune it out like she usually did.

She straightened herself and dove ahead to the nearest person she heard. Smoke rendered her eyes nearly absolutely useless. Though she saw, heard and felt enough to find safe routes. Of course she could go intangible and in theory wouldn’t be affected by anything from physical realm but even when intangible fire kept burning for some reason and she would prefer to stay raw to being crispy. Rescued people should stay unfried too.

She didn’t quite remember first few rescues, just that it went smoothly, she took a leaf from Danny’s book, throwing some puns and references she didn’t quite knew but from context thought they would fit. Then once outside, she kept telling them to wait for paramedics and went back inside. She was more and more on edge for some reason.

She was really glad she didn’t need to breathe as much.

Middle-aged man grabbed her arm and shook her violently, asking to save his children.

“Fourth floor, fifth window to the left. Please save them!” man cried. Dani felt kinda like snapping but took deep breath to stop herself from it. Signal would be disappointed if she yelled at panicking civilian. She could kinda relate to the man anyway. She was probably also panicking.

“I’ll save them, I promise,” she said instead, phasing out of his grip.

She heard them, little boy weakly whispering to his sister that everything would be alright as soon as the heroes would get to them. His voice was hoarse, choked, interrupted by shallow breaths while the girl sobbed. Dani darted their way. Fire unit and medics were finally getting closer.

Girl yelled when caped hero appeared in room full of smoke. They both were sitting, older boy slightly swaying.

“It’s okay, I’m here to get you out to your dad,” she soothed, grabbing them both into a hug like carry. She barely jumped away from under the crushed lamp that fell where they were half a second before. Girl yelped.

“It’s okay, I got you, it’s okay,” she muttered, hoisting kids into more comfortable position. She flew nearest way out of the rom, looking for a clear spot on an outer wall. Her stomach dropped and core spasmed when she realized that boy stopped breathing, going limp in her arms. She was panicking throughout whole of this fire rescuing mess but only then she became frantic.

Maybe it was because of the smoke that kept cluging in her throat. She didn’t need to breathe as often but now she felt like she was suffocating and was suddenly all too aware of each bit of air she managed to swallow in her lungs.

She almost dropped when they finally got out. It took less than a second for her to fly to the kids’ father. She put girl down a little to hastily before gently laying boy n the pavement. Adult was beginning to hyperventilate and honestly Dani wasn’t too far behind him. She wished Signal was there. He would know what to do. Dani only had been on one first-aid course and she spent the better part of it on reviewing memes.

She had to remember something!

Breaths! She had to make absolutely sure if he was breathing!

She remembered practicing this one, so she did as instructed, counting to fifteen instedad of ten for a good measure. Then to twenty just to be safe. She knew she was counting too fast anyway.

Boy wasn’t breathing.

He wasn’t breathing!

She wished her ears were deceiving her but there was no heartbeat too!

What was she supposed to do now?!

Oh, right, she remembered chest compression thing from movies. She could do it.

Someone yanked her back, so hard she almost hit her head.

“You’re doing it wrong. I’m nurse, I’ll do it,” young woman declared, already kneeling were Dani was mere seconds ago, unzipped boy’s hoodie and got to work. Only then halfa realized that they got circled by small crowd of people rescued from building. Two of them were calming boy’s family down. She would use some comforting too.

She scrambled to her feet, racing out the crowd. Nobody even glanced her way.

She turned around and flew back inside the burning building.

Why did it feel like running away?

*

First ambulance arrived three rescues after the boy. Dani was so relieved she had to stop for a moment because her knees buckled and flight betrayed her for a hot second. She heard only four other people inside and Signal. They would finish soon enough.

Good.

Her head was spinning slightly.

“Congratulations, you are being rescued, please do not resist” she announced with forced confidence, appearing next to the man who probably was in a gang. Thankfully he didn’t fight her. When she was back in Central City one of the Flashes told her to make sure that people know she was trying to help them especially if they seemed like the type to choose fight over other crisis responses. This man certainly did. He almost punched her anyway.

Next was boy who was far too little to be left alone. She gave him her cape. She assumed he could use the comfort it gave her. There was a reason she choose comfiest blanket to this role.

She heard Signal making his way to the last victim but for some reason it was slow going. She flew up there after the last reassuring words to the boy.

She learned why Signal got stuck about three seconds after appearing on the right floor. It was a literal epicenter or whatever it was called. The root of the problem. The literal Hell on earth. Dani stopped for a moment, downed by the coughing fit and tears making her sight absolutely useless.

Signal was talking to someone. Asking them to calm down. She wasn’t sure. Dani forced herself to stand up and go see what was happening. She was probably swaying a little.

There was young woman in the middle of the fire. There was no scent of burning skin or hair so Dani assumed there were some powers involved. Thankfully most likely she wasn't a ghost. Dani wasn’t in the right headspace to fight a ghost and as cool and competent as Signal was, he couldn’t fight ghosts either.

Woman was visibly terrified. She kept screaming, begging Signal to go away because she was too dangerous to be so close. Hero tried to talk her down. She yelled that it was all her fault and she shouldn’t be saved.

Oh.

Woman had to just learn about her ability and lost control over it. Go big or go home, right? She didn’t exactly have home anymore so…

Dani barely kept herself from hysterical laughter.

Ghost fights were so, so much easier, she just had to beat the cause of the problem into submission and trap it in the thermos. No persuade it into stopping.

It was all too hot, too loud, too suffocating.

Dani could barely think.

Creaking of the ceiling boomed through her brain, somehow getting over the overwhelming cackle of fire that made her just want to hide in the corner and cry, even ignoring absolute onslaught to her other senses.

Ceiling was going to fall down and crush all of them.

Dani could barely think, so she didn’t.

She forgot to turn intangible when she crushed through window, meta woman held tightly in her arms. Thank Ancients she was durable enough to not break her head for that. Signal could handle himself. Hopefully.

Dani gasped on fresh air. She felt lightheaded, barely cognizant from instinctual relief to be out. She was free falling, her body limp, eyes half-closed, wind rushing in her ears and on her face. It was paralyzing but not in a bad way.

It felt good.

It felt like freedom.

It felt like something she could do for the rest of eternity.

It felt-

“HOOPOE!” panicked yell cut through her haze.

Right.

She was plummeting to the ground. She held someone. They would die when they crushed.

She should stop falling.

Could she do it? 

She had to.

She dropped off the blue haired woman with the nearest medic squad and ran. Or flew. She wasn’t quite sure. Her brain still didn’t feel right. But she knew she had to leave.

Next thing she knew was the pain from practically collapsing on a wall and dumpster she hid behind. From what, she had no idea. She had no idea about anything.

So she did only thing she still could.

Dani cried.

***

Duke was getting frantic in his search for Dani after that room collapsed. He knew she made it out, he saw her falling head first to the ground. He was trying to catch her but he knew he couldn’t do it on time. And then she caught herself, left Abigail with medics and flew away in a blur. And Duke couldn’t go right after her because some cop had questions. Duke did his best to wrap it up quickly but still by the time he could look Hoopoe was nowhere to be seen. He was straining his eyes trying to see any sign of her but other than the boy with her cape as a blanket there was nothing. He was tempted to ask Babs for help.

Scratch that, he didn’t have time to do this on his own. Pride and this stupid bet be damned. He turned on his comm, not bothering to go off the main channel.

“Oracle, I need you to search for white-haired preteen girl dressed in white and black. Somewhere near Rossaire street. Probably there will be no clear footage”

“Need help in search?” Steph chimed in gently “Spoiler can be there five minutes flat”

Duke considered it for a moment. Steph knew how Dani looked (as much as anyone who saw her only in photos could know how she looked) and wanted to meet girl anyway. She could be useful help. On the other hand, she mentioned before she had some important stuff. And he wasn’t sure how Dani would react to someone unknown finding her in this state. Last thing he wanted was scaring girl even more. He searched road for Dani’s past light, again.

“No, don’t worry. She just got a little overwhelmed”

“Alright, good luck with finding your kid then”

“She is not my kid!”

“Signal who-” Bruce grunted but got interrupted by Babs.

“Turn right, she entered blind zone but I can lead you there”

“Thanks O”

“No invisibility?” Steph mused.

“Thank God for that,” Duke answered, while grappling to the left. He shoot forward as fast as he could ”Or maybe not. She has to be quite out of it”

“Left again”

“Signal, who are you looking for?” Bruce asked again.

“Next alley to the right. It’s the last place I can see her”

“Thanks O.”

“Signal-”

“Later B.”

Duke landed in the alley, turning his comm off. He knew that sooner rather than later he would have to explain himself and would probably get endless teasing but it wasn’t important at the time. He searched again for past light. He run after glimpses. He stopped when he heard sniffle from behind a dumpster. He slowed down, approaching loudly. It wouldn’t do any good to scare her.

“Hoopoe?”

Her breath hitched. Duke sat down next to her far enough to not invide her personal space but close enough to make her feel not alone.

Her face was black from ashes and smoke other than where her mask was and cleaner tracks her tears were making.

Her mask was laying on a ground (clearly forcefully thorn off which ouch), cape obviously nowhere in sight. When she calmed down, he would ask what happened with it. It would probably be a good distraction. But not now.

“Hey kid. Can you try breathing a little slower for me?”

She mumbled something, inaudible between loud wheezing.

“I know it’s hard but I’m sure you can do it. Who if not you?”

Girl visibly tried, shifting around as if she tried to find some much needed comfort. Clearly, the lack of pressure her cape was giving her wasn’t helping.

“How about you try putting hand on my chest and matching my breathing? It often helps”

She moved her hand and he led it to his chest. Dani shuddered.

Slowly, telegraphing his movements Duke extended his arm and put it across Dani’s shoulders. Girl leaned into it with choked sobs.

“I know it was scary,” he muttered as she shook silently “You did so well, Dani”

Girl let out quiet, high-pitched whine that didn’t sound quite human, trapping him in the hug much stronger than child her age should manage. He rubbed her back gently.

They sat in silence, as girl relaxed a bit.

“I officially despise fires. Just not my vibes, y'know,” was the first thing she managed to say. Duke smiled, still trying to comfort her. He knew far too well what she was trying to do. He let her. Every hero needed to retreat to humor every once in a while. Majority of his family and associated vigilantes did it constantly.

“Right here with you”

She looked at him, searching for something on what little she could see on his face.

“You see more, don’t you?” she asked but didn’t wait for an answer “It was too much even with normal eyes. How can you be so calm?”

“I have normal ears and after fifth or tenth time it loses its charm”

“Yeah, okay,” she wheezed out “I didn’t expect the fire to be so loud. And smoke was a bit much in terms of texture and smell and everything”

“I would give you a mask if you waited, you know?”

He felt more than saw how she shrugged. It seemed like she wasn’t exactly listening to him anymore.

“But since you didn’t, we should get you looked up by some professional. You breathed in some nasty stuff”

Dani didn’t respond. Then she sprung up with gasp, a little out of his grasp, not standing but sitting straighter. She grinned, wide, eased thing gracing her lips as fresh tears began to create new paths on her dirty cheeks. She let out a choked laugh, more sign of relief or release of tension than actual happiness. It sounded rougher than usual, probably because of smoke and ashes aggravating her throat.

He wanted to ask what was up but it felt like the wrong time for it.

“He is breathing again” Dani cheered gently, as if unsure before repeating loudly, letting herself believe “THE BOY IS BREATHING AGAIN!”

Girl was shaking again, no bothering with drying tears this time.

Duke could guess what happened. He didn’t want to think about it too hard.

“It’s great to hear”

“Yup!” she grinned between fat tears.

They sat in silence as Dani gradually calmed down again. He knew she didn’t feel all that well yet, she couldn’t but she was probably calm enough to not break down in the middle of the BatBurger.

“I think this day counts as quite bad one,” girl said, wheezing a bit. Duke smiled, knowing where this was going. He ruffled her hair.

“Yeah, I think so too”

None of them said anything for a long moment.

“You’re up for a ‘bad day combo’ Gotham style, Hoopoe?”

“Yup” she smiled.

********

Apartment building: *is on fire*

Dani: It can't be that bad

Narrator voice: It was in fact, much worse

Kid, whose heart stopped thankfully didn't have too many issues tied to it and nothing life treatening long term. Every person who was in the building during fire left relatively unscathed. This fic is supposed to be mostly fluff I'm not killing anyone

Kid who got Dani's cape-blanket refused to phisically let go of it for solid two weeks. Later it still had to be in his sight. Understandable since his life went of the rails and did it hard. Kids ripe age of seven shouldn't be home alone. Especially not for whole day...

Dani: *still clearly shaken* Does your bad day combo include fries?

Duke, on his way to The "I had mental breakdown and need calories" Waffle Foodtrack: No, but we can change it!

Underpayed BatBurger employee: ...

Duke&Dani looking like they've just returned from war:...

Underpayed BatBurger employee: ...

Duke&Dani:...

Underpayed BatBurger employee: *deciding they don't have enough mental energy to care* Welcome to the BatBurger, can I take your bat-order?

Duke: One kids meal, please

Employee at The "I just had mental breakdown and need calories" Waffle Foodtrack, used to seeing Bats crying: *sees Hoopoe munching on her fries but in a sad way* Ah, babiest one got christened by fire already?

Employee: *takes out notebook to note down crazy combo this kid will come up with**they have every Gotham vigilante in here*

Dani: I haven't had a waffle ever before so maybe nuttella and whipped cream? I don't know, sweet?

Employee, offended: Let me surprise you.

It was great waffle, sweet enough to give sugar rush quite big group of preschoolers. It had marshmallows, sprinkles, whipped cream, jellybeans, whatever else this person on the mission found and could mix. Dani absolutely loved and devoured it.

I finally didn't forget to add read more!!!

I really want to draw Dani and Duke togheter but I can't find any pose references that satisfied me. Do you have any good ones? Can be chibi though preferably not

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OPM NSFW HEADCANONS (PT.1)

Guys I swear I am not trying to drag ass my remaining requests are just long and I want best effort take this in mean time I love u

Ppl think it's just not something he thinks about that often, but he's a very low key pervert

He can be perceived as dominant, but he just slightly leans to it. He's blunt and assertive about these things. It's nice to not be the one always in control but he absolutely can take control if he felt like it. Just depends on how he's doing in life

Always checking you out and hardly anyone could notice. It's because he takes just one good look and starts spacing out with some thoughts of his

The more excited he is the more creative he is. Sometimes it's just some classic position but he's put you against a wall a couple times, holding you up with your knees to your chest

Even if he's being slow and gentle, you can tell when he's starting to lose it cause it gets just a little rougher and progresses from there. Take it if you can or just let him know

Decently vocal and very whiny when you're in control

Likes watching you put on a little show. Don't let him do anything to himself as he watches you and it gets him going

With his strength, you aren't going to have much room to squirm. If ykwim

Has great stamina, but he's just fine with one, maybe two rounds. If he really wants more but you really can't he'll just give you kisses all over your body and praise you. It don't bother him at all that you likely won't ever have equivalent stamina

By some chance you do? And strength? News reports in several cities for "earthquakes"

Always takes a bath with you after to get you cleaned and cuddles with you

I REFUSE to argue. Switch

Honestly more perverted than you would think and is pretty shameless about it

Like he isn't gonna lie, he's upfront. Sometimes during situations probably best to not to say anything but oh well

He's always on his hero business so it's often he isn't around, so sexting came to be a thing with you two. Send him some pictures while he's out you'll be in for it when he gets back

Always at ur place so he doesn't disturb his teacher's peace

Anything squishy on you is an absolute. Tummy, thighs, chest, he wants it. He'll stare if he sees it. Rly likes body worshipping you. Guide his hands where you want he'll be steaming

As much as he's studied you, he knows by now what you want and has some things to try he thinks you'll like based on his studies. Like your horny algorithm

Excellent at keeping consistent motions. Great with his hands, although he'd likely have to put on a glove designed for finger activities to avoid injuring you

Tries his best with dirty talk but that's if he can even talk. It's easy to fuck him stupid. Isn't very vocal, his machinery sort of gets in the way of that.

He does not cum, and you can only overstimulate him so much before his body forcefully shuts down to avoid overheating his shit. Basically you could knock his ass out if you played your cards right

Aftercare KING over here. He got you best blankets, best snacks, he's a personal heater, best praise. Can't go wrong with it

Menace to this society if given the opportunity to be horny

He likes to tease. Downright a shithead with how much he uses it, but it's so very worth it

It's sort of to cover up his inexperience. Quick learner and is down to try anything. Consistently spicing up the bedroom. Loves using toys and vibrators

Gets a bit nuts if you're in a bit of a helpless position, like bound up or pinned under him. You can just tell he's resisting just ruining you

He's fucking YOU stupid, whether it's intentional or not. Could make you see every god with each backshot.

If its more passionate and intimate he's more submissive and doesn't like it being pointed out. It will transition into straight fucking quickly if you do

Actually really big about petting and foreplay. He likes you on his thigh, or pinned with it, kissing you slowly and sloppily all over your neck and your lips.

I think it's obvious he's into biting. He bites to make his whining less noticable. He can get VERY loud and it embarrasses him how much you can make him loose it

He wants EVERYONE to know how good you get it, and leaves hickeys and bites in the most noticable spots

Dude loves some good ol' twist twist sloppy toppy, and gives it back just as good. He can hold his breath for a long ass time, and you taste like the best thing he's ever had

Let's be fr, aftercare took him a minute to get the hang of. He wasn't horrible but again, inexperience. Very clingy cuddler in all.

[oozedninjas]

(I felt like this was the right place to ask this question. Feel free to ignore me if you’re not taking “asks” at the moment).

(2003 Turtles)

Question simplified: Turtles = Dom, switch or sub?

Question in detail: I’ve often thought about what their energies would be like in terms of play.

Who would enjoy feeling in control? Out of control? Teasing, being teased. Restraining, being restrained. Mind games. Dirty talk. Brat and Tamer. Slave and Master. Which role? The turtle or the partner? To what degree?

DOM SUB OR SWITCH

2003 verse / MDNI / 18+ / NSFW / Ninja Turtles are 35 omg 2003 was a super long time ago haha / Tw: BDSM / I will provide a short description in case someone's not familiar with the terms. I'd like to clarify that I am no expert lol while I did my research this is probably not as perfect as an actual person who practices this might describe it.

Leo: I think he's a Dom.

Pleasure Dom. You and I both know that's the truth. I'm willing to die on the line for it. (a pleasure don is someone who gets sexual gratification from giving his/her partner(s) as many intense orgasms as possible).

Raph: Most likely switch, but I'd say he has a preference for the dominant role.

In my mind, whenever he's on the submissive side he's a Brat. (Enjoys playful disobedience and challenging the dominant's authority). And when performing a dominant role he might gravitate toward the Primal role (Emphasizes instinctual and raw aspects of dominance, with a focus on passion and intensity).

Donnie: Most likely switch, but I'd say he has a preference for the submissive role.

In my opinion, Don might be inclined to be only sexually Submissive as it focuses primarily on submission within the sexual aspect of the relationship. I don't think he enjoys being told what to do in other aspects, really. I can also see him enjoying pet play.

Mikey: The pure definition of switch.

I think he can and will indulge in anything you want to do. If it's gratifying for you, he's in! When taking part in the dominant role I think he would enjoy playing with power dynamics akin to Teacher/student or any other where there's some sort of guidance.

[vodika-vibes]

*slides $800 in Monopoly money over*

Got any sub!tech and Dom!femreader in the back?

Experimentation

Summary: When Tech comes to you with a request, you can’t help but try to give him what he wants.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader - established relationship

Word Count: 1990

Warnings: Spicy/Smutty (though there's no penetration of any kind)

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: *shamefully slides $400 of monopoly money back* Tech fought me tooth and nail on this one, so I couldn't write the actual smut. I don't know why. He was so nice for me the other week. I'm sorry.

You release a happy noise as you spin around your studio, moving in time with the music. It’s be so long since you’ve had time for the more sensual movements of pole dancing, and you’d never perform it in public (too many people associate this type of dancing with sex) but, right now, it’s just you and Tech, and you’re pretty sure that your clever boyfriend is more focused on his datapad than you anyway.

You tilt your head to check on Tech, and, much to your surprise, his gaze is locked on you, he has a small smile playing on his lips, and his expression is…odd. Not one that you’re used to seeing on his face.

Carefully you lower yourself from the pole you had him set up earlier, and you cross the room to his side, where you carefully crouch by his side. Carefully because you’re wearing six inch heels and you really don’t want to fall.

“Tech~”

“Cyare~” He teases lightly, his small smile growing.

You reach out and lightly set your hand on his cheek, “What’s this look for?”

“What look?”

“You have a look.”

“I am not looking at you in any unusual way.” Tech counters.

“I know your looks, Tech. And this is a new one.”

“This is how I always look at you.” 

You hum thoughtfully and settle yourself on the floor next to him, “Let’s see…there’s admiration, that’s a familiar look. You usually have it when you see me dancing. But there’s something else there too…”

He pauses, “I suppose there is something I want to ask-”

“Sweet! Lay it on me.” You say eagerly as you inch closer to him.

Tech shoots you a fond look, and you beam at him in return, “I have been doing some research,” He begins, “Specifically on the various types of kinks that exist.”

“Oh boy. That’s a very…broad research topic.” You say wryly.

“Indeed it is. There were some, a lot, that I would never be comfortable trying with you. But there was something that caught my attention.” Tech admits.

“Oh? Which one?”

“It’s the dominant and submissive-”

You blink at him, “You want to try domming me in bed?” And then you shrug, “I don’t have a problem with that, we just need to sit down and talk about our hard limits-”

It’s Tech’s turn to blink at you, “Actually, I was hoping it would be the other way around.”

“You want me to dom you.” You clarify.

“That is correct. If you are willing.”

You’re quiet for a moment, scanning his face thoughtfully, “Before I answer this one way or the other, may I ask you some questions?”

“Of course.”

“Alright.” You pause to gather your thoughts, “You never indicated that you were unhappy with our sex life,” You say slowly, “So I suppose I’m curious as to where this came from.”

Tech leans back against the wall, “That is a fair question,” He admits, “I am happy with our sex life. Very much so. But…” His lips twist as he thinks, and you wait for him to gather his thoughts, “You are stunning, and I know that you have had previous partners. Partners who were more experienced than me. Partners who were more adventurous than me.”

“And that bothers you?”

“Not that you had previous partners.” Tech hastens to reassure, “You chose me. But I am concerned that I might be a bit too boring-”

“I’ve never thought that.” You reply, “You don’t have to do anything to try and impress me or…or whatever.”

“I know. But I had the idea and I really do want to try it. But only if you want.”

“I’m not unwilling,” You say slowly, “I’m just concerned. You are so particular about having control in all situations, are you sure you want to try this? It’s okay if you don’t.”

He’s quiet for a long time, and you’re grateful that he seems to be considering your concerns seriously. “I trust you.” He finally says, “And it is as simple as that.”

“Alright then,” You reply slowly, “If you’re sure, then yes. I’m willing. But,” You hold up a single finger, “Before we do this, we need to talk about basically everything. What you’re willing to do, what you’re willing to try, and what you’re absolutely not willing to try. Not to mention safe words and everything that I am willing to do or try with you.” You pause when you see the look on Tech’s face, “What?”

“This is why I am sure that I want to try this with you.” He replies quietly.

Your face heats, “Yes. Well. Communication is an important factor in relationships, especially when trying something new-”

“There is one more thing.” Tech says as he pulls up his datapad, “Can we buy this for you to wear?” He turns the screen towards you, and you sigh when you see the lingerie on the screen.

“Really? Lace?”

“Please?”

“...fine. But only because I love you.”

It takes a little more than a week for you to be sure that both you and Tech are on the same page, and for the lingerie to arrive. But finally, it arrives, and you carefully set up your bedroom so that Tech will be comfortable.

New sheets and more pillows than you’ve ever owned in your life are all piled artistically on your bed, forming a nice comfy nest for Tech. The last thing you want is for him to be uncomfortable.

You fold your arms across your chest and look across your bedroom critically. Decorated with gauzy cloth, the room has an almost dreamlike quality, which is more for your own comfort than Tech’s honestly, but you do hope that he likes it.

There’s the sound of the front door opening, and then surprisingly light footsteps through the house. You turn to the bedroom door as it slides open, and you greet Tech with a warm smile. 

He pauses in the doorway, his eyes immediately snapping to you, and the thin, lacey material you’re wearing. “I knew that you would look amazing in that.”

You beam at him, “Thank you. You have good taste.” You strike a pose, and then run your hands over some of the lace, “I was a bit hesitant, at first, lace is normally so itchy. But this isn’t bad.” You cross over to him, and lightly take his hand, tugging him into the room, “Well, what do you think?”

Finally, he tears his gaze away from you and looks around the room. “It looks like you wanted to make sure that I am comfortable.” He finally says.

“Well, yes. I wanted to make sure that my room is as far removed from the stark white of a hospital,” You reply, “And painting is expensive, and can’t be changed easily, but cloth-” You trail off, “Do you like it?”

“I think it is perfect.”

You grin at him and stand on your toes to press your lips against his, “And you’re sure you want to try this?” You ask, one more time.

“At this point, cyare, you are just teasing me.” Tech replies against your lips.

A laugh bubbles from your throat, “Okay, okay. Sorry.” You smooth your hands across his chest, “You look very nice, Tech, but it’s time for these to come off.”

Tech chuckles and carefully extracts himself from your grasp to tug his clothes off. He tosses them in the laundry basket, for you to deal with later, and you favor him with an adoring smile.

Always so conscientious, your Tech.

He turns his expectant gaze towards you, and you blink at him, before remembering the plan. “Oh, right. You can get on the bed. Let me know if there are too many pillows.”

He laughs softly, but does as you request, “I am fairly sure you’re meant to be giving orders, cyare.”

“Do I look like the kind of person who’s capable of giving orders, Tech?” You ask with an amused grin as you circle the bed to grab a basket of scarves off the floor. They are for dancing, technically, but you’re pretty sure Tech won’t mind being tied up by them.

He props himself up on the pillows, “Yes.” He replies honestly, flicking his gaze towards the scarves you’re pulling out and arching a single brow.

You don’t answer his questioning gaze, “Arms over your head, please.”

“Why?”

A laugh falls from your lips, “You are not good at this whole following orders thing, are you?”

“Apologies.”

“It’s fine. I’m planning on tying you up.”

He considers you for a moment, and then moves his arms over his head. Tech watches you climb onto the bed and you can feel his gaze on you even as you focus on tying his hands to the headboard in such a way that he could free himself if he wanted to.

You squeak in surprise when you feel his lips on your collar, and you look down at him, “Tech!”

“You are far too tempting. I can not help myself.”

Your lips twitch into a mischievous grin, “Well, you have to.”

He tilts his head, a curious expression crossing his face. 

“You don’t get to touch unless I say so.”

“That is unfair.” Tech replies, coming pretty close to pouting at you.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. It is just unfair.”

You pull back and stare at him, amusement dancing across your face, “I had no idea you were a brat, Tech.”

He just grins at you slyly, “It is another thing that I read about.”

“How about we crawl before we sprint, hm?”

He rolls his eyes, and you smother your laughter, “I suppose, if you insist.”

Slowly you drag your fingers down his chest, keeping your touch light and teasing, “I do insist.” His muscles jump under your fingers, and you feel a surge of elation that he’s actually letting you take control like this.

Sure, he said he was okay with it, but there was always a chance he would change his mind when he was actually in this situation. 

“Cyare, stop teasing me,” Tech says with an almost petulant pout.

You release a huff of air and trail your fingers to rest lightly at the base of his throat, “Be still, Tech.” It’s the first real order you’ve given him since he arrived, and Tech immediately stops squirming, his pupils blown wide with desire.

You slowly remove your fingers from the base of his throat, a pleased hum falling from your lips, “I think I’m going to ride you.” You say lightly, conversationally, and you aren’t allowed to touch me until I’m done.”

Tech groans out a noise that might have been a word, though it’s not in any language you know. 

“Is this agreeable for you, darling?” You purr out.

Tech utters a quiet curse, and you laugh softly as you press your body against his and lightly nibble your way up his neck, pulling another curse from his lips.

“Tech,” You coo, “You have such a clever tongue, surely you can use your words?”

He blinks at you, wide eyed, seemingly tongue tied. 

You giggle, and trail your lips to the spot under his ear that never fails to leave him speechless, “Let’s play a game, darling. The more vocal you are, the more I’ll touch you.”

“I can do that-” He says through a moan.

“Hm…but there’s a caveat, sweetheart.” You nibble just under his ear, and his hips jerk up, “If you stop talking to me, then I stop touching you, and you’ll just have to watch me get off. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

“You are awful,” But there’s a glimmer of excitement in his face, “I am going to win.”

“Oh, Tech,” You say with a small smile, before you lean in and kiss him, “I’m going to ruin you.” You coo against his lips.

“Please.”

[northern-passage]

is it weird/wrong of me to always play a lesbian character as a man? like no mater what if game i always try and be female, the man mc i just can fit into as a man myself. i dont think its anything to do with wanting to be a woman (but if i was reborn and able to chose how i looked and what gender i would be i would pick to be a woman) im just a bit confused becuse i have seen people say that im basiclly sexuallising lesbians and its very wrong of me to do that. im just lost becuse it dont want to sexualise that but i just feel more comfrotble being a woman in the game becuse it feels like im able to express myself more/be more emotinal, but if im a man ingame it jusr feels wrong of me to do any of that, like im not soppused to.

well... it doesn't really sound like you're sexualizing anyone. what you've described here doesn't really seem to have anything to do with sex in that way at all. it sounds like you just feel more comfortable playing as a woman and there's nothing wrong with that.

there are definitely some games that do write their male and female mcs differently & force them into a very strict gender role (ie man is always big, strong, stoic & masculine whereas woman is always small, dainty, emotional & feminine) and i can definitely understand that it can be uncomfortable being forced into that little box. as a butch lesbian myself i often don't like playing as a stereotypical "submissive feminine woman" & will sometimes choose to play as a man instead to avoid it.

there is absolutely nothing wrong with playing games or exploring characters that are different from you. in fact i think it's very important to learn about other people's experiences. my other game, blood choke, has a lesbian mc but i have no issue with other people playing it; in fact i encourage it!

and now, to be clear, i absolutely am just a random stranger on the internet and there is no way i can extrapolate anything about you and nor do i want to assume anything. but i really really urge you to maybe do some reflecting about why you may feel this way. maybe you are just uncomfortable with being confined to specific gender roles and that's absolutely fair on its own. we live in a patriarchal society that puts a lot of pressure on both women and men to be a certain way. you can express yourself and be emotional as a man, regardless of what society says, if that's what you want. and you can play games as a woman if that makes it easier for you to do that.

but you also just admitted to me that you feel more comfortable playing as a woman in self-insert games because you feel like you can better express yourself as a woman, and that if you had the chance, you would purposefully choose to be a woman in real life.

i feel like i have to let you know that you can actually be a woman in real life, right now, if that is what you really want instead.

at the end of the day i can't tell you what it is that you want nor can i really give you "permission" to do something. maybe none of this really applies to you at all-- again, i'm just a random person on the internet. i don't know you. but based on what you just told me i think it would be worth it for you to sit in these feelings and really think about them and what they may mean. maybe it means nothing. or.... maybe you learn something new about yourself.

either way, just know that what you're doing-- playing as a woman/lesbian-- is fine. especially if it is something that brings you comfort & allows you to express yourself in a way that you feel you normally can't.

much love to you anon 🫶

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 1

I've gotten several Asks requesting this review. I will say that as of watching the trailer, this is more a D/s relationship and an M/s one.

Let's check it out and decide for sure, though. I love the beginning. It says so much about the character. It was a warm day, and he dressed too warm, which is why he didn't understand the initial request.

Okay, so we know he watches the new aka weather news anyway. Every day and all the way through. Now is that because he wants to or is that a command?

Okay, I just fell in love with this character. "I don't like him. He just has the most appealing facial features out of all the faces in the world." Boy in love, but he not gonna say it. Is what that means. His friend is adorable. "I hate him. Including all those aspects." Home girl calls him out, though. "People who watch it six times are usually devoted fans." Yoh is not a slave. A slave would be way too terrified to say the things he is saying. Then add in the fact that he'd clearly broke a rule and wasn't breaking into a sweat about it. Says he is no slave.

They are D/s. Right off you can see there are rules. Yoh didn't notice him come in and cut off the phone. Which is why Segasaki just reached over and turned it off for him. Then reprimanded him for not noticing. That's when Yoh says, "Welcome back." Indicating this is a baseline command. I'm assuming he doesn't get back at the same time every day, or he would expect Yoh to be waiting at the door for him. One word command, "food." Again, Yoh is feeling secure in venting openly, and he feels comfortable with Segasaki's anger. That is not a slave. Segasaki so far does show Master tendencies. That's not a biggie because I can too and as most of you know, I'm not one.

The way he stutters and gets nervous when Segasaki cages him in, is completely normal. That's exactly how I would expect a submissive to act if I caged and got with direct intent. However, Yoh and Segasaki are not on the same wavelength, which is never a good thing. Segasaki is actually reprimanding Yoh, but Yoh isn't realizing it.

I have no baseline to go off of yet. So I don't know if him saying the food is bland is him reprimanding or his natural state of assholishness. I'm actually leaning into a mix. He's still upset about the girl and is wanting attention. This gives him a reason to make demands. See the way he touches and smiles, that's a reward.

Poor Yoh just doesn't understand and is completely missing his Dom's love languages. The drinking his drink. Completely normal. I 100% do this. As I tell my husband, I'm marking my territory. Just be glad I don't want to piss on you. To which he is eternally grateful. Please note that I am not kink shaming. If it doesn't harm anyone, I'm of a mind, you do you. However, it is not mine or my husband's kink. However, even if this kink is yours. I think even you can find amusement in mine and my husband's by play.

Yoh's internal monologue is hilarious.

I love how Japan's dramas make sex so visceral and realistic.

I'm so dead. Sunny has now become a lewd word. Yeah buddy boy, he doesn't understand because you aren't opening your mouth and telling him. To be fair, Segasaki is shit in the communication area too. Which is a no-go when living a D/s lifestyle. Also, humiliation is clearly not a kink for Yoh and that's something that Segasaki should really be respecting. "I hate my obedience, always giving in." That's something that a sub should never think. However, they will if you are a shit Dom.

Even I want to punch him over that curry comment. Okay, so there's the kink. Segasaki likes to see the anticipation from Yoh. That's why he is doing this. That little bit of talk back is, once again, not a slave. And why Segasaki immediately responded, he wasn't upset that Yoh talked back. So right now I can tell you on the sliding scale, Segasaki isn't a Master but a deep Dom with Master tendencies. I'm still trying to get a feel of Yoh, but I can say without a doubt that he is not a slave.

Oh, that was a brat move. He purposely did something he knew would piss off his Dom to get the reaction he wanted. Which was to be forcefully handled. That little moan he gave at the force. Boy likes some pain. That smile says that his Dom knows exactly what he is doing and is enjoying the game.

That command and demand for obedience. And Yoh does it. Not because he has to, but because at that moment he is dominated and he wants it. That's what makes him a subby sub. He's using the word slave, but there is too much give for that. Boy isn't willing to own up to his own feelings. Lawd, but these two are a mess. His Dom adores him. It's all right there, but Yoh can't see it. Because he thinks he is a slave. For whatever reason, he can't see all the freedom he is given.

The fact that he knocked and let him know that he'll be late. There is a lot of respect there. This is a right mess, it is. Honestly, it kind of giving me heart palpitations, and not the good kind. I have like this absolute need to contact all my subs to make sure everyone is healthy and happy. Ahhh!

I hope you guys enjoyed this. Much love. 💜💜💜

[kimdokja-real]

On the topic of bottom YJH.

People tend to take on cathartic roles during sex. Why on earth would anyone expect Mr. Hellscape Of Eternity, Mr. I Am The Only One Of My Companions Who Knows What's Going To Happen In The Future, Mr. Weight Of The World On My Shoulders, is really gonna dom? This exhausted beefcake is really going to take charge in the bedroom?

And on the flip side, Dokja, who upon joining a world he sees as fantasy, immediately begins pretending to be the protagonist and taking charge. Dokja who before this spent his whole life being beaten down by the world and feeling powerless. That guy is supposed to be a sweet little waif of a sub? The man runs on trashy novels and spite.

Heyyyyy I wasn't sure what to reply because you are so right but let me reply so people can see this.

Yeah Yoo Joonghyuk is tired, Kim Dokja is too, but in a way Yoo Joonghyuk is tired more because......he's a regressor.

Now I think the problem is..........many people gloss over the fact that Yoo Joonghyuk is tired. The reason why is because the novel is in Kim Dokja's POV, and the one whom Kim Com shows love to is Kim Dokja, not Yoo Joonghyuk. AND Because of Kim Dokja's unreliable narration, Yoo Joonghyuk is portrayed as having a short temper and being angry like constantly (at Kim Dokja, Kim Dokja thinks) with energy when that is not true. So people who read the novel tend to just forget the fact that Yoo Joonghyuk is a 1863th turn regressor and he's damn tired.

It's not only Kim Dokja who's tired, Yoo Joonghyuk is too.

Kim Dokja describes Yoo Joonghyuk as like an angry person who has like a grudge against him or something, cold, and as quite dominant, taking action, and definitely with energy since he can get angry easily, that people think that's all Yoo Joonghyuk is, and it is stereotypically a good description of a dominant Top, cold, rough, dominant, angry, with ready energy, fierce, etc. So people tend to see Yoo Joonghyuk as the Top.

But Yoo Joonghyuk is not just cold, rough, dominant, fierce, with ready energy, Yoo Joonghyuk is also faithful, patient, loyal, submissive, always waiting for Kim Dokja to return and waiting for Kim Dokja's guidance and these are stereotypically traits of a submissive Bottom.

The problem is! Kim Dokja doesn't see it at all and denies it. He just thinks Yoo Joonghyuk is egotistical when Yoo Joonghyuk spammed him with messages in Midday Tryst like some jealous, clingy girlfriend. He didn't think of what Yoo Joonghyuk must have been feeling, missing him so much when he was gone to send him so many messages.

So I think the reason why people who read the novel don't see Yoo Joonghyuk at all is because Kim Dokja doesn't see Yoo Joonghyuk at all. He just sees the outward Yoo Joonghyuk, cold, rough, angry, always with energy (to glare at him for example, though a bottom could do this too and it'd be cute if it was Yoo Joonghyuk), dominant, fierce and neglects Yoo Joonghyuk's underlying emotions. Because to see Yoo Joonghyuk's underlying emotions would be admitting Yoo Jooonghyuk cares about him, deeply even, and Kim Dokja with his self-worth issues refuses to see that. Kim Dokja doesn't see how much Yoo Joonghyuk cares.

(And as a reader, it's easier to just go along with the narration of the main character, unreliable as it is.)

And actually you know what Kim Dokja treats Yoo Joonghyuk roughly like calling him a bastard and just using him for his own purposes (making him eat dirt) and even uses his body and...that's actually very dominant Top behavior for the bedroom.

But again people don't see this because...Kim Dokja doesn't focus on it, acts like it isn't a big deal. Although ironically, that's also dominant Top behavior, acting like rough treatment isn't a big deal. But Kim Dokja like forgets this and continues to see Yoo Joonghyuk as cold, rough, angry, dominant, fierce, and since the novel is in his POV, the people who read the novel tend to continue to see Yoo Joonghyuk that way as well.

I can only conclude that Kim Dokja is a very unassuming dominant Top. Who kind of doesn't know he's that dominant, or is in denial that he is.

And this makes him a really interesting and unique character even as a Top. (I say this because stereotypically the man who is the Top doesn't get character exploration, not as much as the man who Bottoms.)

It's similar to how he's in denial about his impact on the constellations. Like Bihyung said, 'I see that you still have no idea how big of a deal what you did was.' (Chap 467, Great Apocalypse I)

Yeah Kim Dokja is in denial that he's the protagonist and says he's normal and ordinary at first, but he really is the damn protagonist. And totally, his trauma, at being beaten down by the world and feeling powerless could cause him to take charge in the bedroom. And be a dominant Top. Especially to Yoo Joonghyuk, who helped him when he had personal issues and was bullied...he must want to dominate Yoo Joonghyuk in the bedroom to feel better about himself, I mean dominating and penetrating the protagonist of the story he loves so much, it could help with his self-issues a lot. Like, Yoo Joonghyuk, the protagonist of the story he loves let Kim Dokja penetrate him, Yoo Joonghyuk let him, it's gonna help Kim Dokja's self-esteem in himself a lot.

Of course he'd have to admit that and he could be in denial because of his self-worth issues but, if Yoo Joonghyuk gave him a chance I think he would definitely take it, or just, as time passes, he'd admit he wanted to dominate and top Yoo Joonghyuk.

Whatever his position I definitely cannot see Kim Dokja as being completely submissive, it's so out of character for him. That would mean the taking away of his slyness which is practically what makes up Kim Dokja. A little maybe yes since he did get bullied and has his trauma and maybe he can be a little submissive to be cathartic, but completely submissive and just moaning, whining and whimpering and taking it is practically impossible. I feel in the end he'd just want to dominate Yoo Joonghyuk more and top his favourite character, his protagonist.

And Yoo Joonghyuk would let him, because he's used to Kim Dokja guiding him and he trusts Kim Dokja so much. And, he's tired too.

I vaguely noticed it so that's what it was, spite, yeah Kim Dokja does have spite against the constellations sometimes, he already said he hated the constellations, so he did hate them from Ways of Survival but not now I think just can't admit it as usual, but yeah I remember Kim Dokja saying even as he died by the hand of the person he loved the most, 'I will pull all of you down from that fucking heaven.' This guy can be so spiteful deep inside despite his slender physique (which he enhances to be as tall and muscular as Yoo Joonghyuk later by the way), and it can lead to, well rather adventurous acts in the bedroom as a dominant top and Yoo Joonghyuk would be able to take it.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 1 - Side A

Propaganda below ⬇️

Claude Frollo Propaganda:

This man got horny and his response was “that woman must burn”

I love him so much. More seriously Book Frollo is much more ambivalent than Disney Movie Frollo which makes sense because we're talking about Victor Hugo VS a children's movie. He didn't kill Quasimodo's mom, he took him in (when himself was only nineteen and already in charge of his own baby brother since their parents had died not long before) when he was left on the church's doorstep. I mean, he does quite a few reprehensible and slightly evil stuff afterwards but he had a good start, you know ? He taught Quasi to communicate by signs when he became deaf because of the bells. He was also very much into alchemy which was pretty cool. His behavior towards Esmeralda was still very much not okay but I'd like to point out that Phoebus is also a jerk in this one. And Quasi's quite a bit amoral because no intelligent enough to understand some stuff

I actually haven't gotten very far through the book yet but from the musical (not the disney one the other one it's SO GOOD) I can confirm he sucks at being catholic. literally tells a child over and over that he's ugly and unlovable until he fully believes it and won't let the kid go outside. https://genius.com/Alan-menken-out-there-lyrics (lyrics to the song in which frollo convinces quasimodo he's unlovable. ableist as hell and shitty in every way you can possibly imagine and it breaks my heart every time. feel free to listen to the actual track but it doesn’t get good until about 40 seconds in) frollo keeps saying it's good and right to punish sinners himself, and it's not right that the wicked go unpunished. there's a really satisfying moment in the musical where quasimodo sees him for what he is and repeats his words back to him (7:45 - 8:54, frollo is the one with the insanely deep voice) and it gives me goosebumps every time to hear that "yes you do" link to that video: https://youtu.be/HL7WZcTIgus

I honestly wrote this submission because I suffered from severe insomnia for being reminded that I might have poor taste when it comes to enjoying media since I enjoy Disney version of Frollo even after I watched other versions of this character. (I am so sorry the host yes I am that annoying anon lying in the dark little corner of your ask box. I have no other thing to do in my life so hello again) His character is different from the original novel version, and to be honest as an adoption, that is NOT necessarily WRONG. He had more struggles with his pride and his self-imagine in the Catholic framework. "Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud" as the opening line of his villain song, clearly states his main struggle throughout the movie--pride and self-imagine (super-ego) vs lust and instinct (id). Once his self-imagine in the Catholic framework was on shaking ground, he bent his twisted sense of "righteous" to make him less painful. Tbh, the novel version used the example of Bruno d’Ast to justify his hornyness, so it's just classical Frollo behaviour no matter which version it is. (SMASH THE TABLE) HAVE YOU READ~~THE NOVEL~~ I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST "I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST". I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST "I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST". I REPEAT: HIS CHARACTER IS NOT JUST "I HATE WITCHCRAFT AND I AM HORNY AND RACIST". I am sorry for the noise pollution in your submission Google form. I should have taken my sedatives regularly. I am truly sorry. Also please don't bully me in the debate, novel/musical enjoyers. LOOK, I AIN'T YOUR ENEMY. I LOVE NOVEL/MUSICAL FROLLO, I JUST LOVE DISNEY VERSION AS WELL, I AM AS TORMENTED AS YOUR FAVORITE CATHOLIC PRIEST. I am not a native tongue, so I tried my best to express my thoughts/feelings/justification why Disney version should be a qualified candidate as well. If you tried to debate with me, I would be drowned in my poor English. Sorry again.

Javert Propaganda:

His whole deal is like, “can someone still be good even if they’ve broken the law? Can you still be godly if you’re a felon” He really believes that by upholding the law, he is absolutely in the moral right all the time. And when he realizes that’s not true, it absolutely destroys him

he is the law and the law is not mocked <3 he is also. so gay. i'm sorry i refuse to believe you're even a little heterosexual if you chase jean valjean for like over 20 years for breaking parole and/or bread theft and recognise him by his muscles and have a major moral crisis as soon as he's nice to you one (1) time also he gets called out by a child that one time?? that was fun ALSO HE UHH???? THINKS HE SCREWED UP ONE TIME AND LIKE. ASKS HIS BOSS TO FIRE HIM???? (the boss is valjean he doesn't know that yet dw abt it) also uh uhm. he jumps into a river,,,, but before he does that he feels the need to put his hat on the fence nearby so it doesn't get wet lmao he's so silly goofy <3333

[bts-hyperfixation]

Don't go

Summary:

Prompt given: Namjoon falling in love with YN and realizing it over the small things she does that makes him go crazy

Y/N visits Joonie because something's been playing on her mind and she just can't sleep. She is hoping that getting her secret off her chest will help.

Notes:

This fic is part of a request series I am doing. The document in order to request is still open. If you would like to submit, I can't promise that it will be carried out but I enjoy reading submissions.

The dialogue prompts here were: "it's 3:00 a.m." "You would really do that for me." "We need to talk"

"Y/N? It's 3 a.m..." Namjoon states as he stares up at you bewildered.

"And? You're awake aren't you." You gesture to his work in front of him as you set a coffee in the cupholder of his mixing desk.

"I guess I am yeah."

He watches as you latch his studio door shut. It's a common occurrence, you letting yourself into his studio when you have something on your mind, although it's rarely this late in the day, or rather early. You wriggle slightly on the sofa by the door, creating the perfect indent for yourself between the pillows.

Joon smiles to himself as you get comfy, enjoying how your nose crinkles as you elbow at the overstuffed cushions until they sit precisely how you like them to. H waits patiently as you take a sip of your drink and prepare yourself to ask him for advice.

"How was your day?" You ask, avoiding what you came here for.

"You know how my day was, you've been texting me for a lot of it." He retorts.

You roll your eyes at him, as if his point didn't matter.

"Texting isn't the same as hearing you tell me. You don't share all of the little details over text. Of course I know you've been here for hours working on a track but I don't know how the melody sounds, I don't know how the pasta you had for lunch tasted, and you are yet to tell me about Jungkook's daily message."

You were very involved for a friend. But that's something Namjoon liked about you. It was reassuring to know that you wanted to know all of the mundane things that went on in his day, especially with his ability to ramble on at times if you caught him on the right topics.

Today though, he knew you weren't here to find out that Jungkook had messaged about his Mario high score.

"Do you want to save us both time and tell me what's on your mind? Or do you want me to actually run through all your questions before we get to the point? Because I could really do with getting back to this track Y/N-ah"

You take a deep breath, the kind he knows means you're nervous. An odd feeling to have directed at him.

"We need to talk." You state, looking anywhere but at him.

"This sounds serious."

He turns and makes sure all of his work is saved before crossing the room to sit next to you on the sofa.

"It is..."

"You can tell me anything, you know that." He takes your hand and tries to meet your eyes, but you can't bring yourself to meet his.

"You remember when I broke up with my ex?"

"I do." Namjoon says with gritted teeth.

Something about that guy had just rubbed him completely the wrong way. It was like he never saw what a great girl you were, always making you sad and never appreciating your quirks. He said you asked too many questions and took too much time to make decisions. It infuriated Namjoon that you had always felt like you were too much for a man that Namjoon had always thought was never enough.

"Well he actually broke up with me... and the reason he gave, well it has been playing on my mind for a couple weeks now."

"If he made you feel anything less than perfect I will break his nose." Namjoon threatens without thinking.

You take ahold of his other hand and force yourself to look at his face.

"You would really do that for me?"

"I would do anything for you."

"I think answers like that is what my ex say what he did..." you laugh humourlessly

"Which was what?"

"He said I could never love him because I was already in love...with you."

"That's ridiculous, we're just friends" Namjoon chuckles, but it's breathy and contemplative.

Not his usual laugh, this didn't even tempt his dimples to appear.

"Is it really that ridiculous?"

Suddenly this confession didn't seem like such a great idea. Namjoon's expression was blank as he thought, giving nothing away about how terribly this exchange could possibly go. You're grip on his hand loosens and you begin to think about leaving. You'd had weeks to think about how you truly felt about your best friend. Now you were springing the concept on him with no notice in the middle of the night just because you couldn't sleep.

It was unfair to expect an answer back from him immediately.

"I'm sorry, this wasn't the time to tell you this. I should go."

And, even knowing you just threw a live grenade into the best friendship you ever had, you get up to leave.

Your hand was on the door turning the knob when his strong hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you back into his solid chest. He holds you there against him, your back to his front, feeling his heart beating against you.

"Don't." He whispers right into your ear. "Don't go."

You stare at the back of the door, knowing he will let you go if you put up the slightest bit of resistance. But not a single molecule in your body wants to move away/

"Do you love me?" He asks, his voice gravelly.

"I think I do."

"You either do or you don't, there is no think."

"I do. But how do you feel."

"If you had brought this up a few months ago I'm not sure I could've answered you. But for the last few weeks, every day I went without seeing your face made my heart ache. Your smile is arguably the best part of my day, and your having a boyfriend really fucking sucked. It took me longer to work out why than I care to admit."

His hands wander along your sides as he speaks, committing the feeling of your curves to memory, like this conversation isn't going to end the way he wants it to.

"Y/N I think I might've been in love with you for the entirety of the last ten years that we've been friends... does that scare you?"

"Not when I feel the same way."

His restraint disappears then and his lips disappear from your ear to kiss along your neck. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses to the exposed skin before turning you in his arms so he can finally reach your mouth with his own.

He stumbles back onto the sofa, dragging you with him, noses bumping into one another as you struggle to stay connected as you move. You straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and grind down into his lap. His hands find their way under your shirt, pulling the fabric out of the way so he can reach more bare skin.

Your shirt lands on the opposite side of the room, tossed as far as possible from the two of you as you scramble to also remove his shirt. You move your hands over his broad shoulders, feeling the way his muscles tense as you trail your fingers along him. His nails dig into your sides as he bites along your collarbones, leaving marks everywhere he can, finally able to stake his claim on you.

"Joonie?"

He groans into you in response, unwilling to pull away just yet.

"I need to stand up if you want this to go any further."

Immediately he is pushing you away so you can stand in front of him. He watches greedily as you remove your trousers, eyes roaming freely over every inch of your body.

"So perfect." He mutters, completely forgetting he should probably be removing his own clothes too.

You blush at the compliment, shyly removing your underwear under his careful gaze. As soon as you're done he reaches out for you to sit back in his lap, pulling you on top of him. With his lips reattached to your own, he lifts his hips just enough to wriggle free of the confines of his grey sweats. He leaves the fabric halfway down his thighs and then his hands return to your hips. He guides you down gently, bringing your exposed sex in contact with his erection for the first time.

Even without looking, you can tell he is big, which isn't necessarily a surprise, but it doesn't stop you from shivering as you feel the tip drag along your clit. One hand trails down between your thighs, coming in between you and his dick so he can feel you properly. Two fingers tease your entrance as his thumb circles around your clit. You bury your face in the crook of his neck as he focuses on bringing you pleasure.

You moan as he presses against your nerves, your legs squeezing around his thighs.

"You sound so pretty like this." He groans, making it sound like you're the one with your hands wrapped around him.

He sounds desperate and breathless as his fingers work tirelessly inside of you, scissoring you open ready for the main event. The anticipation is killing you as you can feel your first orgasm building in your stomach. His thumb shifts to sloppy figure eights as his fingers hook inside of you, pressing against your g-spot.

His hand comes away soaking, but he doesn't seem to care. You look up from his shoulder just long enough to watch him take his fingers into his mouth to taste you for the first time.

"Next time I'm tasting you straight from the source." He nearly whines.

When the remaining taste of you is gone he uses his hand to direct his throbbing cock to your entrance. You do your best to sit up straight, making eye contact with him as he slowly lowers you down onto him. He bites his lip, eyes darting across your features to take in every reaction you have as you bottom out.

You can feel him in your stomach.

You bounce a little, gaining momentum as his groans fill you with confidence. His strong arms help you maintain balance as you move up and down against him.

"God I love the way you feel around me. I never want to move again." He groans.

His fingers turn white as his fingernails leave crescent moon shapes on your sides. You pull at his hair, slipping your fingers through the long dark stands.

"I'm so close baby, you look too good." He moans, face falling forward into your chest.

His calling you baby for the first time has you clenching around him hard, making it difficult for him to hold on any longer. He cums hard as you slip down all the was on to him one more time. Both of you pant as you come down from his high. His arms encircle you bringing you to lie against his chest as he goes soft inside of you.

"I can't believe we've spent so long together not doing that." He breathes.

"I know." You answer.

"Seriously, I never want to do anything again that isn't that

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