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kiryoutann · 2 months

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𝐄𝐗! 𝐀𝐔 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝟏) ::: 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST.

MINORS do NOT interact. Warning(s): implied cheating, MANIPULATIVE BEHAVIOR, abuse of power, GASLIGHTING, alcohol consumption, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP (pls don't settle with someone like this ver of childe in real life!!!!!!), childe sabotaging everything to keep y/n with him, mention of the word "suicide" but no actions, just a description for y/n's frustration.

You know your friends have been talking to you about Ajax for a long time – about how he's a bad man, "he's the exact guy people talk about on Tiktok, baby! the one you should stay away from. Sure, he buys you expensive bags, takes you to nice places, free vacations and five-star hotels, even paying for your college, but that's his way of manipulating you!"

At first, you shrug them off, thinking your girls are just worried, and a little jealous because you're dating THE Ajax.

The crazy, stupid rich Ajax, who is so up there that the casual question he asks some stranger is "Do you ski?" before proceeding to talk about his favorite ski holiday spot and how his family has an estate there in case anyone ever thought about going (and he's gonna give the key for free???).

Around four most expensive and tallest buildings in this city belonged to him, the rest either belonged to his family or one of their assets to run their money with.

He definitely has that laugh that is only limited to the filthy rich.

Ajax is the MOST eligible bachelor of all time, honestly. He has good control over whatever business his family has owned for generations, and he looks good doing it.

Not to mention, he is always well-dressed, quiet-luxury from head to toe. Has a row of cars worth a country, but he's not rubbing it in anyone's face. Humble, down-to-earth guy.

You met him at a socialite party that you and your girls snuck into. Good god, what a contrast—your "nightclub" dress (exactly what you typed on the website) and a sea of people clad in clothes from designer brands whose names you can't even pronounce.

You remember about four or five women scanning you up and down before whispering to their friends "who let these girls in?!?!"

But, then again, perhaps that's what caught Ajax's attention on you.

And while your first meeting and how you ended up dating him is a story for another time, this one isn't.

Despite his "perfection" (money and crazy handsome face), you and Ajax were nominated as the most INSUFFERABLE couple by your friends. On-and-off relationships; one day in the honeymoon phase, the next like adults in crisis threatening to break up.

And the reasons? Because Ajax and his lack of boundaries when it comes to other women always finds a way to make you jealous.

There were many times, but this one—this one was the final.

Your sanity is gradually vanishing, in danger of running out completely. Every second, your breath grows scorching hot—the flames of insanity inching closer. The searing sensation that conquers your chest stands in contrast to your cold stare as your eyes meet those of the ginger-haired man standing in front of you. As if blind, he continues to stand with his lips curled into a stupid smile (or his pretty face is compensation for having little to no empathy).

Ajax, your boyfriend, looks at you mockingly, and you're still unhappy because you saw him being so touchy with an employee. Your gaze flits across his ring-studded digits—the exact same fucking fingers that caressed the dumb bitch's hips.

You're in love, not dumb; at least, not anymore. Ajax can never stand it when a man stands too close to you, always ending with him approaching the poor guy with a smile that reflects anything but friendly—the kind you would see on the cover of a true crime documentary. He should have known you wouldn't like it when you walked into his office and saw the woman hanging to him like a monkey – lips curving shyly, and Ajax doing nothing but smiling back at her as if he was enjoying it (or maybe he DID).

"I told you; she almost fell and I caught her. No need to be so jealous, doll.”

There it is. When you interpret his words as more of a mockery than an explanation (and if it were, it was a very much half-assed one), you know you're not hallucinating.

"Stop trying to gaslight me. I'm not fucking blind, Ajax! You'd fuck her right there if I hadn't walked in!" To hell with self-control; it’s impossible to maintain when another chuckle escapes him. "Oh, you think this is funny?”

Ajax shook his head, still unapologetic. "Sorry, you look adorable."

The audacity of this man????????

Right now, you're unsure of whether to be furious, sad, or strike a knife at his stunning neck. That's THE problem. Ajax takes joy in your suffering—his lips stretch and laughter sprouts in a voice no better than fingernails against a wall. One of these days, you're going to blame yourself; perhaps the reason he acts this way is that you often show the wounds he inflicted as if it's a trophy rather than a disgrace. It is a constant reminder of the power he has over you to watch you burn with jealousy.

But not anymore cause as you shout: “Fuck you, Ajax! We’re done!”

The smile on his handsome face disappeared. A taste of his own medicine. About fucking time.

You walked towards your shared bedroom, He was yelling your name in desperation, but you ignored him. The door swings open. You snatched up a suitcase in a flash and packed it with his stuff. You won't be leaving; Ajax will. He should, at a minimum, vacate the residence and vow to never interact with you again.

“Babe!”

Ajax shouted when you placed his final item of clothing into the luggage. That burgundy shirt feels like fire on your skin. You zipped the luggage before dragging it out of the room. It hit the marble floor with a loud "thud!" sound.

“Babe! You can't be serious!”

“Oh, I’m dead serious.” Your eyes glared at him, both threatening and challenging. "Get your ass out and leave the fuck here!" was yelled.

Before Ajax could reach you, you quickly closed the bedroom door and locked it. He’s banging on it, and you wouldn't mind if he continued doing that all night though. It will be the best-case scenario if Ajax leaves the apartment, swollen on both hands.

Honestly, you thought it would all end there.

Because there's no way Ajax will risk his ego and continue to beg as if he would be homeless if you kicked him out, when he has four other condos in the city that he can stay in before going somewhere looking for new prey, right?

Wrong.

Imagine the shock on your face when you wake up and come out of your room, to find Ex bf! Ajax standing in the kitchen.

And him opening his mouth saying, “Morning, princess. Feeling better now?”

The devil himself was in his usual apron, a white buttoned shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up. He presents a sickening smile that instantly spurs your frustration levels to the absolute apex of your cranium, fury growing at an alarmingly fast pace.

Unfortunately, he lacks the concern to be worried about the expression on your face. His veiny hands flip the pancakes deftly—his morning routine—he remembers you like your pancakes perfectly done, with butter, and lots of syrup.

Your brain is debating whether to commit suicide or homicide right now.

this ended up being a fanfic but in bullet points LMFAO. might be a part 2 soon(???) and i know i said that im gonna put "ex-problem" on ko-fi but since i'm not able to finish it (probably), im just gonna put this here for u guys to enjoy<33 if anyone wants to give me tip for my writing, you know my ko-fi!!

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anteroom-of-death · 8 months

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Teacher's Pet part 4

(No gif today since I can't find one that fits)

Synopsis: Reader has a small mental breakdown over her developing feelings for the Doctor.

A/n: yall are the realest bitches I ever met for enjoying this. I love you. Also, I'm going to keep some things mysterious for now. But hey, I got a vague plot and I pound out these to keep the scaries away.

Stupid, stupid and foolish! Pig-headed! Dumb! Childish! Total Moron! You chastised yourself as you went into the women’s restroom and locked yourself in a stall.

Where did you get off developing feelings for a professor? Where did you get off by allowing yourself to get yourself to even begin that? Especially this fucking fast? You knew how men were! You knew that even the good ones weren’t ‘good’ in an empirical sense!

They lie, they cheat. They steal. They manipulate. They go on their phones and take hundreds from “Timmy’s uni fund” and transfer it to their private bank account (often that their poor, downtrodden wives didn’t see or have much access to!) to get their dicks fucking wet. They refuse to shower and they bullshit their way into places they really shouldn’t be.

But him? His smile? His poetry? The way he adored his wife even from a few sentences. Like every cell of his body belonged to this dead woman? The deep Scottish brogue? The way he was tender and cared for every single student? Including your dumb ass? The arch of his nose…and his hands?

It got inside you so quickly.

You continue to internally scold yourself, breaking down into tears.

It borderlined on cliché. Hot for teacher. Daddy issues. One man made you feel special so you got giddy and went and got yourself a crush. You truly were exhibiting what people called “Fatherless Behavior”!

You sobbed deeper into your arms, bringing your legs against your chest. Trying to keep balanced on the toilet, you gently banged your head on the wall beside you a few times. You had to meet with the accommodations people in about forty-five minutes. You had to pull yourself together. Even if it would demonstrate a point. You still had to retain some of your dignity.

Plus, you thought quite pathetically, what if he was out roaming and saw you like this?

You banged your head on the wall about it some more.

You let yourself cry for a few more minutes. Just to exorcize whatever was in your system. You weren’t going to allow yourself to cry over a man, even if that was exactly what you were up to!

After that little emotional outburst was over, you scraped yourself off the toilet and back into the general restroom area. You had to put yourself back together.

Splashing your face off with cool water in the wash basin, you noticed that your skin was inflamed and you had some pimples on your forehead.

“Oh, that’s attractive.” You muttered and started on trying to find the willpower to not pick at them. That’d make it worse. And would affect everything. No amount of makeup covers a sucking wound in a visible area.

You didn’t have much on you except for a medicated chap stick and some concealer, so you made do.

You really regretted listening to him and not smoking now…

Deep breaths, you told yourself. Just keep breathing. Healthy stuff. Plenty of people had told you before. 1, 2 3. Hold, longer 1, 2 3 release. Wash, rinse, repeat.

It worked a bit.

You didn’t work tonight, or tomorrow night. You could afford a bit of a drink. Tonight. Tomorrow would be too late and you’d have dry skin for Thursday night.

That’s what you needed. A night of shit TV, skincare and most of a large bottle of coconut rum drowned in a can of Coke Zero.

Would help remove the feelings coiled in your chest a lot.

Reset the system.

Remove ‘it’, whatever ‘it’ truly was…

You steadied yourself and went to the Disabilities Office and sat in the waiting room after signing in for your appointment.

You pulled out your phone and started flipping through a familiar social media site. The memes perked you up and put a smile on your face. Helped you keep composure. You even replied to a few mutual’s messages and congratulated the one on their new job.

Your meeting came and went. Apparently you could go to student-lead tutoring from people who already took the classes. You got signed up and thanked the councilor, taking the emails for the students to message them and get more in-depth about the struggles you were having

You’d do it later, once you got home…

Speaking of which, you stopped at the store and got a can of Coke and a bottle of rum before trudging inside of it.

You started studying and sending out the emails to your new tutors. Truly a task from hell.

You stopped yourself from having thoughts of another type of tutoring.

The drink you mixed was strong. Perhaps too strong. The show you put on in the background was harshing the vibes so you closed the tab it was on. You checked the site for your place of work. You scoffed at your photos and wondered how little you could pay to get a professional update to them.

Back to school work. Back to projects. You couldn’t afford to let yourself have a stray thought.

The liquor highlighted the slight soft pain you had on the side of your head from the pounding you gave it. You touched it gingerly and gave up.

You weighed your options, you could drop the class and take the failing marks. Or you could be brave and normal. And take the class, just skate by. Hardly ever speak. Take the lowest grade and still fail.

It was a matter of what left you with the most amount of dignity, but also didn’t waste your money or time.

Or heart ache.

Could you really spite yourself like that?

Or just cut off contact for good.

What would not break your heart nor your bank nor your ethics? Was there any option that left all intact and unscarred? Let alone your precious, stupid dignity?

You had too much on your plate as is, now this stupid crush?

And disposing of it?

You drained the rest of your glass and did the bare minimum in the shower. Mainly just let the hot water spill over your head while you stared at the wall.

You put even less effort in on your skin care and teeth brushing.

Just climbed in bed and let sleep find your semi-drunk body and fully-fucked up and over brain.

Your alarm shot you out of bed, leaving your heart racing and your chest heaving. You just didn’t go to get up, let alone do anything. You sent in a mass email from your phone saying that you were sick. You’d let yourself go to work tomorrow night. But you didn’t want to set foot on that campus until you had a better, more stable grip on yourself.

You had a hangover and a sore throat anyways, so it wasn’t a total lie.

Responsibilities be dammed. You chose to rot in bed and doomscroll on social media. It was your mental breakdown and you chose to make it worse. It was your right! And entirely your fault!

You kept yourself in that ball of blankets far too long. Going in and out of consciousness, phone in hand.

Before you knew it, it was Thursday. Late afternoon. You sighed and got up.

You were quite dehydrated and famished. Hardly leaving the bed and relying on the cups that littered the side of your table for your main sources of water for well over twenty-four hours had left you weak and you fainted upon leaving the coil of your bedding.

When you came to, you thanked your lucky stars and any God that may have been paying a half-lick of attention to you in that moment.

You kept it simple and reheated some Chinese takeaway you had in your fridge. It was edible. That’s all you could ask for at the moment. Edible and got you through the waking world…

You went into your bathroom and started not only the long ritual you did to prepare yourself for work, but also repair work for the past two days of neglect. It was hard work. Your face was inflamed, your left side had creases in the skin from the corners of your blankets bunched up.

You stretched out and did a bit of a warm up exercise.

After all of that malarkey, you started chugging a bunch of cold water. Then you started to get your work bag together.

This, this, that, that other thing there, you kept mentally chiding yourself. You were out of materials, hopefully one of your coworkers would be able to lend you some. Just enough to get you by until Friday when the shops would be open. You were pulling a double shift anyways, so what was a sneak out and in. Maybe you’d convince the owner/manager to let you work when you’re usually not on during Friday. Whatever little cash you would make would certainly be welcome, and certainly wouldn’t hurt. You could sleep between appointments or walk-ins!

Maybe you would break your promise to Professor Smith and get yourself a pack of cigarettes and to hell with the entire engagement!

You stretched again and got into street clothes.

You repeated to yourself that you had to keep your mind on money and money on your mind. That it came naturally. Whatever all those dorky manifestations you occasionally saw said. Anything. Just to keep your spirits up and get your mind off other subjects.

Money on your mind was a whole lot healthier than a certain silver-haired professor being in there. And his class you were skipping today…

Who knows, maybe something bad would happen to you and you would be sworn off men in any way except the bare minimum to survive this world for good! You thought catastrophically.

You slid on your street shoes and your coat, slung your work bag over your shoulder and made your way out your door.

What was that one song? And how did it go?

‘So for once in my life

Let me get what I want

Lord knows, it would be the first time…”

Yeah, like that.

#personal #doctor who #the doctor #12th doctor #12th doctor x reader #reader x 12th doctor #you x 12th doctor #12th doctor x you #i wrote this #self insert fanfiction #morrisey mention #teacher student #doctor who fanfiction #no beta we die like men #peter capaldi #my own bitterness comes out a tad in this lol #slow burn #ughhh

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sdbinterlude · 6 months

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TW: mentions of gr00ming and r*pe

i’ve seen so many people simp over the “fine. make me your villain.” line by Darkling in the grishaverse, saying it’s so hot.

it’s not. it’s seriously not. it’s the most manipulative line in the entire series. he was the villain all along; he gr00med Zoya, he gave Genya to the queen as a gift as if she’s some fucking property and not a human being, and then he convinced Genya that her being r*ped by the king was smtg she’d have to let happen coz it was for the good of the Grisha, he manipulated Alina into believing he actually liked her when all he wanted her for was her powers. He loved her powers, not her (keep that in your mind before you spew the ‘he truly loved her’ shit.) Not to mention, he literally assaulted her too in book 2.

That’s just 3 cases of manipulation and abuse that we know because we extensively dived into those cases in the books, and mind you this man is more than 400 years old and has been a power hungry asshole for more than 300 of those.

Can you imagine how many women he’s manipulated and abused into doing as his will?

“Fine. Make me your villain” is the equivalent of men that cheat acting like women are the ones that are being rude and mean for leaving them. That line is the epitome of manipulation.

Remember Mother Gothel from Tangled?? Her “you want me to be the bad guy? well now i’m the bad guy” line??? that’s what this ‘hot, sexy’ line is.

He was the villain. He is the villain. No one is MAKING him a villain. He tried to isolate Alina, make her fall for him, gave her — an orphan that’s in love with her clueless best friend, aka vulnerable — romantic attention because he knows that shit gets to vulnerable people.

And when she finally figured it all out, he tried to manipulate her by saying that she’s making him the villain, trying to guilt her about it, trying to make her responsible for everything he’ll do from that moment onwards by saying she’s making him the villain.

It’s not a hot line. It’s not a sexy line. It’s the greatest manipulation tactic that’s been used for years to make people, especially women, believe that they are responsible for the abuse they are victim to. It’s victim blaming at it’s finest.

if anyone replies with “it’s just fiction” or “he’s the villain, what else did you expect from him?” you’re gonna get cursed out for defending an abuser 🫶🏼☺️ i don’t fucking care if he’s fictional, defending an abuser is defending an abuser no matter if it’s just ‘ink on paper’.

#darkling is not hot he’s an abuser #grishaverse #shadow and bone #alina starkov #tw assault #tw manipulation #tw sex assault #tw abuse

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taylortruther · 1 year

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so i've been thinking a lot about the vault tracks and I really like most of them. i like emma falls in love but there's a line that's really been bothering me, the "and all the bad boys would be good boys if they only had a chance to love her." It just hits weird for me, as a woman in her late-20s. like it reads to me like it's girls' and women's responsibility to change men for the better, but I think I might be misunderstanding it in the broader context of the song. I was curious to know what our resident song & taylor analyst thinks, so what do you make of that line?

i LOOOVE this question so naturally my response got really long.

so first, some context: taylor has often spoken/sung about this fantasy of turning a bad guy good. she said it explicitly in this 2012 parade interview:

I think every girl’s dream is to find a bad boy at the right time, when he wants to not be bad anymore.

📌 to answer your first point: taylor knows her friend emma is a wonderful, beautiful person, anyone would be lucky to be with her. so taylor is saying if all these bad boys (players, guys who won't commit, charmers who play games, etc.) knew how good they'd have it with emma, they'd change themselves asap for a chance to be with her.

but you are picking up on some troubling gender roles, which are kinda the basis of the bad boy/good girl trope.

let's dive in!!

📌 the sexism in the trope: the good girl/bad boy trope is vividly present throughout taylor's discography, but it's not unique to her, or her original creation. it's common throughout all kinds of media and stories. the trope goes like this: there's a hot edgy guy who's confident and charismatic and dangerous (could be literal or figurative.) he has a list of people he's left haunted and wanting him, because he's sooo broken inside. he's misunderstood and he probably cheats. he's masculine and sexy. enter good girl. she's safe, relatable, average, except for her big heart. that desire for love, and loving, is where she stands out. she can be the one who fixes him! she can change him! he recognizes that she's special, and as a result, she gets him to settle down! she tames him! and now he loves her and they get the best of both worlds: he's still sexy and charismatic but he's committed to her (supposedly), and she gets to love him and be loved by him. what a fairytale!

it's a seductive fantasy because it makes girls feel special... and conveniently makes it romantic for men to be emotionally immature, self-centered, unfaithful, even manipulative or abusive, until they meet the right woman. he's sooo bad but the love of a good girl is all he needs to change! never mind the fact that his change will require her ongoing emotional labor/energy, and he will introduce pain and chaos into her life.

so that's some of the sexism you're seeing in this trope!

let's move on to the taylor universe:

📌 the trope in taylor's life/music: from a young age, taylor chose and had thrust upon her the role of a "good girl." bad boys naturally complement that. consider that early on, her idea of love was a fairytale - romeo choosing juliet - and some of her most significant brushes with love at that time were with older men who treated her badly. they charmed her but manipulated her or played games and never prioritized her. she couldn't change them--she was hurt and confused by them, deeply. and that informs so much of her later discography: "i am no one's exception," "i can make the guys good for a weekend," style, "we need love but all we want is danger," ready for it, end game, the story she told about joe "running with wolves" before he settled down with her...

she used to believe the fighting, chaos, drama, pain, etc. was essential for love to feel real (the way i loved you, red, the archer, daylight) because if you're a good girl trying to be with a bad boy, that's just a given. how could love be anything but painful and dramatic when you are with someone who is committed to being selfish? and how could you trust anyone if you believe they're always on the verge of hurting you?

that's why songs like the archer, daylight, cowboy like me, and long story short are so touching. she learned that she deserved more than pain, confusion, and heartbreak.

📌 the reformed bad boy: it's important to note here that for all of the "i want this man to choose me," taylor has always kinda known that she didn't want a bad boy. she wanted the reformed bad boy, who wouldn't hurt her, and would love her safely (with just enough chaos to be exciting.) also, taylor delights in telling men that she knows her worth, she won't stick around forever, he better treat her well (ayhtdws, ithk)... and if he doesn't, he better apologize for it (hygtg, betty.) she even describes herself as taking advantage of the playboys and narcissist who love her, and switching out these interchangeable kens.

this is why we got a song like foolish one in the sntv vault. taylor has long known she's clever, imaginative, and she's always had her blazing self-respect. but she also held on to her hopeless romanticism: sure, she's not the exception. but she could be. she hoped to be.

📌 the reformed good girl: so, maybe in 2010-2012, taylor thought every girl would find it romantic to change a bad boy, or at least be with a reformed one. i think she loved the story of it for herself. and maybe she still might like the idea of a man choosing to shed his selfishness for her. but taylor is 33 now, not 22 (as she was in the parade interview.) i think she knows that the good girl/bad boy ideal isn't realistic, or fair. being a good girl is limiting, and bad boys aren't romantic - they don't change just because someone offers them love. fixing them isn't her responsibility, either. but a decent partner will want to protect her and do right by her. real love is complex and golden like daylight, not extreme or simple (black and white) or chaotic (burning red.) "no more tug of war, now i just know there's more." no more games, just love. that's what she's always known she deserves.

#writing paragraphs about taylor swift #*good girl #when emma falls in love #parallels #the archer #foolish one #ithk #*religion #*love

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sneezemonster15 · 2 years

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A lot of adults women behave like incels but less violent and more manipulative. They usually love the cringe romance movies where the main girl is average looking and not like the other girls and manage to make the badboy soft. Generally they hate hot girls bc they are jealous (see the way Skr stans talk abt Ino and feel victorious bc they "won" against her, the hot girl). Those women are full of insecurities, thats why Skr is so relatable.

The way Skr tries to not think about the fact Sske dont wanna spend time with her is the same way some irl women ignore that their husbands are cheating, and if they cant ignore it they will attack the other women but they will NEVER leave the guy. All their self worth is based on having a bf/husband.

Then there are some lesbian/bi women who stan her as an act of feminism. She is a female character who got what she wanted so its a win apparently. Fortunatly those ppl are minority bc as a queer woman and feminist, it is very embarrassing to read those takes. I'm all for uplifting women and for them to get everything they desire but not at the expense of non sexist men. Plus, Skr dont even look so happy at the end of the day. So is it really a win for her and women?

Yeah that makes sense. But it's sad isn't it? Because even trying to have a dialogue with them isn't helpful. There's no point having it if they aren't ready to be receptive to it.

Sakura really sees no contradiction between what she says and what she does.

And yet...

Lol. Till only two days ago, she was found styling her hair in the middle of chuunin exams, all skinned knees and having suffered minor injuries, while her team mates were working. She let her hair grow in the first place because she thought Sasuke liked it. Lol.

What impression can it possibly give to the reader? Kishi had to stress on it too, with another character this time.

Why would Kishi stress so much on Sakura and her obsession with her hair, just to make her say something totally hypocritical five chapters down? Lol. Kishi is very clever about writing his characters act according to the character traits given to them. Like for example, the panel below, Kakashi acts according to his character (where he has a blindspot for Sakura's negative shades) thinks Sakura is not the type to brag when she is actually exactly the type to brag.

Lol, Sakura's whole personality is about being obsessive for Sasuke which in turn makes her violently jealous of Naruto and Ino. She beats Naruto up regularly for no apparent reason and harasses Ino, even though that girl did nothing but try to help her. And she brags, it's the only thing she does properly. Lol.

And yet, she is always bragging, showing off. From start to end.

And I am positive I am missing some panels here lol. She is always looking for external validation. She revels in it. While external validation itself is not a bad thing, since humans need some amount of external validation to measure their abilities, and Naruto does it too, but for him, it's rooted in his quest for acknowledgement and acceptance, so he could make friends and not be ostracized from community. Sakura does it because of her ego. While Naruto has his principles rooted in his belief systems, his emotions and his dream that egg him on to do better, Sakura finds her motivation in the desire to show off and impress people, mostly Sasuke.

She disrespects Ino, Tsunade, and she fights Kaguya while she says this?

Girl, why are you so embarrassing? If you wanna attack her, just do it. Why even mention her being a woman? She wasn't mocking you, she barely even noticed you. You aren't worthy enough for her to notice.

Lol. And things she says about being a woman are just so cringe lol.

No one underestimates her because she is a girl, in fact Kakashi coddles her because she is a girl. She is underestimated because despite training, she is just weak and unskilled, as compared to her cohorts. And if she is skillful, we don't see it in the same proportion measured against the way she talks about herself. Tsunade never had to sing about her being a woman and yet people are bloody scared of her strength. Temari never had to mention it, neither did Kushina. Chiyo certainly briefly talks about how women always get the short end of the stick in their male driven society, but she not only belongs to a much older generation that has seen a hell lot, she is a master puppeteer and a superior warrior in her own right, she has earned it.

It would have been fine if only Sakura had actually consistently kept her word, proven herself through actions and not just empty words. Because when she doesn't, it reduces the value of those words. I don't know if she really meant it when she said women were fickle. Who? Tsunade? Kushina? Chiyo? Temari? Nope, they didn't give any such impression.

She constantly condescends to Naruto despite him having proved himself to be skillful, strong, the one who wins team seven several battles while she stands in a corner shaking and sweating. Thing is, she realises she makes mistakes. She acknowledges Naruto's strength as well, but she doesn't do anything to change. The whole point of a realization is to work on it and correct your behaviour. She is condescending towards Naruto till the end. Konohamaru takes her down a peg when she is being disparaging towards him and Naruto when they are doing the oiroke jutsu contest. She even hits Konohamaru, and he gets pissed off. So he makes a reverse oiroke jutsu just to show her true face, and that face has a streak of blood trickling down her nose lol. But when Naruto uses it against Kaguya, she again condescends to him. Narusakus are kinda embarrassing tbh, Sakura doesn't get Naruto. She thinks she does but she doesn't. She thinks she gets Sasuke but she obviously doesn't. And yet, she makes her 'strategies' in kage arc around her knowledge of Naruto and fake confesses to him. Naruto rejects her. Lol. She goes to Sasuke and tries to kill him (with a kunai...) by tricking him, only to be attacked, twice. Even when she drugs her cohorts before going to Sasuke, they clock her real plan. Lol.

She overestimates herself, even though it's clear that if she only thought things through, she would be much more successful. She is really blind to her own shortcomings even though she tries but remains unsuccessful, which is even sadder.

She does know Sasuke doesn't wanna spend time with her, she also gets a sense that she will always be much lesser than Naruto in Sasuke's eyes, she knows but she doesn't care. Even if it means long term misery for everyone involved.

Yes, I am sure some women find her character relatable. But relatable doesn't mean everything. I relate to Sasuke and I am very wary of establishing emotional connections but I know it's not something ideal or healthy. Connection is what people thrive on. If I ever started to relate with Sakura, I would really be compelled to take a hard look at myself. Lol.

#ask #haruno sakura #anti sakura #anti ss

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reality-not-for-me · 1 year

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Welcome to the MW2 world, Valkyrie

So, hear me out, it’s time for the supreme rule and worship of muscle mommies. I made a character for just that 😏 I would love to see her out and about in things and if you do use her, please tag me!! I wanna see!! Just, you know, don’t claim to own her. She’s MINE.

*I have literally never made an oc before, let alone write fics or anything, so take it easy on me pls lol*

Ok, here we go:

Call sign: Valkyrie

Real name: Chelsea Quinn

Member of the 141

Female but not necessarily “feminine”. Hot in her own way. Could pull men And women if she wanted to. Price uses this to the team’s advantage for Sure. I really wanna write something where Valkyrie goes in instead of Soap for that one campaign mission to meet El Sin Nombre and not only is every man in there questioning things but Valeria has a gay panic attack lmao

Really short medium brown hair that she looks really good in

Definitely steals Soap’s hair gel

Asked Soap to style her hair into a fauxhawk/mohawk once, the boys all secretly loved it on her

She cuts her own hair but has Soap help with the back of her head cause I think he does his own too. She of course helps him too

6’-6’1” in shoes and like, 230lbs of muscle

Sergeant level

27 years old

Built like a tank with visible musculature, slight hourglass figure with thicc thighs, proportionally large titties and an ass for days. Therefore people would consider her to be a Muscle Mommy™️

She also has tats, an elbow cuff on her left arm, a forearm wrap-around sleeve on her right, and a couple of ones only seen when she’s wearing more revealing clothing. Definitely the type to incorporate her scars into a tattoo

The type of person who can dish out the genuine compliments/flirts but can’t take them, gets all flustered when someone does

Can sing and will when given the chance. Especially if something is stuck in her head.

Ghost can play the guitar and every now and then she’ll sing softly along with him (he’ll play songs she knows on purpose after discovering this)

Quite a pretty facial structure and smile. Doesn’t see her beauty but learned how to flirtatiously manipulate targets via the boys. THAT’S an Interesting story

Has light colored freckles on face and shoulders, mole on left cheek

Caucasian, tanned

Witty

Sometimes dry humor, sometimes goofy

Loyal

Not one to go against authority or talk back unless it means one of “her boys” gets left behind

Loving of those who are close to her

Kind of a masochist lmaoo but more so in a way that’s like, she’s pushing herself too far physically and mentally cause that’s the perfectionist in her. Unless… 👀

When sparring she’ll take down all of the boys in combat except Price and sometimes Ghost simply because Price is absent during training and Ghost is just too fucking agile and large. Doesn’t mean she won’t still try. Once she took a punch to the abdomen in order to bum rush Ghost and managed to catch him off guard enough to tackle him. He was impressed and flustered but still called it cheating

Gets along almost too well with Soap, openly flirts with one another but more so in a bffs way. Unless… 👀

They definitely also flirt with Ghost because they think it’s funny when he gets flustered, but one day the man is gonna snap I’m tellin ya (and when he does…… 👀)

Managed to become the third musketeer of Ghost and Soap

Is allowed to call Soap Johnny

She has definitely picked up the Scottish and English slang and will say them in the respective accents. The boys think it’s hilarious

She makes the funniest faces sometimes when she’s reacting to a story someone is telling

Ghost loves her deep down just like with Johnny, and will die and kill for both of them

She has seen Ghost’s face because they trust each other so much and he knows she takes trust so so seriously. They bonded over ✨past trauma✨

They originally were just professional towards each other but once Ghost saw her scars on accident (while changing) he started warming up to her and would seek out conversation with her, which she happily accepted and returned.

Soap just started talking to her when she arrived and she also happily accepted and returned lol. She’s just very personable. She’s the type to be reserved until someone else makes the first move (which may or may not be true for… other situations as well 👀😉)

I believe she’s at least an inch taller than Soap, and will make sure he remembers it. She can and will pick up people who are smaller than her. Well, let’s be honest, she’ll still pick up people who are bigger than her. The boys all wanted a turn to be picked up by her lmao

Calls Ghost by his first name in intimate moments (not that kind you perv. Unless... 👀)

Is often the one everyone can talk to about personal shit because she listens and has feedback to offer with no judgment

Is the sole woman on the team so she is happy to answer any questions the men might have, sexual or not. Drunken “never have I ever” got a little crazy last time

When she needs to vent or cry, Ghost and/or Soap will hold her and listen. Same goes for the reverse. Or any member of the 141 tbh. She is Mommy™️

That being said, she will 100% cuddle platonically with Anyone who wants/needs it. She understands that everyone needs human intimacy (especially in their line of work holy shit). “Wanna cuddle?” “What? Why?” “Cause it’s nice. Don’t make it weird.”

She has scars along her shoulder blades and one on her abdomen through and through to mid/lower back. Changes the story of how she got them every time someone asks. Only her true friends know the real stories. If she’s in civvies or undercover she tells people it’s from getting moles removed lolol

Won’t open up to just anyone, but will also just spit out something shockingly personal casually amongst the 141

Took Spanish for eight years in school so she will giggle at things Rudy and Alejandro say and they’re shocked when they find out she Knows™️. This being said she will also call Soap names in Spanish with them in front of Soap to annoy him.

Also knows some sign language and taught it to the boys, for when they’re on mission and need to talk silently.

Will offer herself up to be a diversion or to do something crazy mission-wise. It drives the boys crazy cause they just want to protect her but she’ll give them a reason why she’d be the perfect candidate and they’d have to let her.

When she dresses up for undercover work she is a VISION. the boys have to rein it in and she gets confused and/or flustered when they all of a sudden avert their eyes or stutter around her.

König. Oh that poor man. He is down bad for her and she doesn’t really know it. She just thinks he’s having his usual social anxiety when talking to her so she makes sure she’s nice and patient with him. He first saw her when he was visiting one day. She and the boys were sparring and she pinned Soap right as she looked up at him, eyes all dark, and he combusted then and there. Although she isn’t picking up what he’s putting down, her boys of the 141 are and will protect her/compete for her attention while he’s around. If you accuse Ghost or Soap of being jealous they will deny it of course.

When she’s exhausted she gets the loopy kind of silly where you laugh at nothing and then feel like sobbing at the same time.

During her period she’ll silently suffer until a big cramp comes and then she’s death gripping something while lowly groan growling out and breathing slowly. The first time it happens all the boys are like “uhhhhh you good Val?” And she’s like “…yes.” In the most strained voice ever lol. She has an IUD in so she doesn’t have to worry about actually bleeding while out in the field. Now the 141 offer her meds when it happens.

I’m still adding things as I think of them, and of course will edit this as I add them. But yeah. There she is. I love her already and can’t wait to make stuff with her :)

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a-little-bit-obsessed786 · 4 months

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Noa and Jen

Tiny Rant…

So I didn’t love season one if PLL: Original Sin but I liked the characters quite a bit and so I gave season 2 a shot and was honestly loving it. I loved that they were setting up a queer storyline for Noa (especially since I’ve been shipping her with Faran for a hot minute) Noa is easily my favorite character and being a bi girl myself I was super excited.

…However the way they’ve been handling it this season is driving me up the wall. Honestly I didn’t have a huge problem with it until the new episode came out today (Episode 6). They weren’t writing Noa the same she felt really inconsistent (I’m just saying. The girl who when the juice for her moms drug charges and was head over heels in love with her golden retriever bf in season feels so different from the girl who’s cheating and lying to said bf and really likes a girl who’s just making her life harder than it needs to be.) mind you consistent character writing is not Roberto Aguirre Sacasa’s strong suit so I let it slide and kept loving Noa because outside of her relationship she felt like the same character. And I kind of view this the same way as Riverdale and the OG PLL. Cheating doesn’t matter in the long run. Forget about it.

BUT THIS SHIT!!! DURING PRIDE MONTH!!! I can’t.

The fact that they are portraying a bi girl like this IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024!?!??! Jen is not a very good person. Straight up that’s okay! Not all characters have to be good people but the fact that she’s being set up in an incredibly contrived love triangle, on top of the bisexual cheating trope!!??! I thought we were done with portraying young bi women as being flighty, indecisive, and cheating. (Not to mention there are moments that I feel it but I do feel like Noa has more chemistry with Shawn who is a literal sweetheart but I don’t feel the sparks really with Jen all the time.) Cheating on Shawn is literally against all of Noa’s character traits. She’s loyal, honest, blunt, and kind. Not manipulative, and indecisive. And the fact that after Jen ROBBED HER BF HOUSE SHE ACTED LIKE THEM BEING TOGETHER WAS STILL AN OPTION?!!!!!?? Girl are you good??? I am glad however that they aren’t making it a throuple because I would hate for the only representation that community gets being (again) the cheating trope!!! I know queer rep isn’t something Roberto is good at but for this to be what we get is appalling.

Jen is toxic. At this point I’m convinced Noa is being drugged, or has been replaced with a clone when she interacts with Jen and Shawn. Shawn is a sweetheart he doesn’t deserve this. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!

To sum it all up PLL you have 2 options:

Fix Noa and Shawn

or give us Noa and Faran

Please tell me your thoughts as well!! This episode was kinda the final straw for me. Noa is still my fav and probably always will be but this is just driving me crazy and I needed to get it off my chest!

#pretty little liars summer school #noa olivar #summerschool #maia reficco #lgbtq #sapphic #wlw #bisexual #Cheating #tropes #rant post #pretty little liars original sin

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majorbaby · 2 years

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hello I would like to hear your thoughts on himbo trapper

Thank you for the question! it's a long one: TL;DR: I don’t hate himbo Trapper, sometimes I even enjoy it, but I think it’s a shallow interpretation and I’m a bit defensive of him because I think there’s plenty of evidence in the source to support a reading of him as being intelligent. Also I blabbed on about some of the other popular fanon characterizations of him that I see as being similarly flat.

On its face, i’m a fan of the himbo trapper concept and i see where it comes from:

He can’t play solitaire

Hawkeye: “You big, dumb strong silent types”

And imo, the strongest piece of evidence: when it comes to shenanigans/schemes, if he’s not the straight brawn to hawkeye’s brain (requiem for a lightweight), it’s always the case that hawkeye that comes up with the plan and trapper who helps him execute it - too many examples to name because this is practically every single episode they appear in

And for fun, I’m fine with the stereotype because on the whole, it’s meant to be a positive thing. We have women to thank for taking a masculinized version of the term ‘bimbo’ - which has always been a pejorative hurled at women who are conventionally hot and therefore ‘stupid’, sexually promiscuous or just enticing to men - and immediately elevating it to the point where it’s not just seen as positive, it’s seen as highly desirable. A himbo will treat you right and won’t manipulate you, while also being a hot piece of ass - imo Trapper fits some of that criteria on screen but tbf, he’s also cheating on his wife and I think we’re meant to assume that she’s unaware of that, which I think is somewhat manipulative of him. Idk, I don’t have enough information about that.

But there’s a few pieces of his characterization that are in direct conflict with the himbo archetype - as a society I think we value STEM a lot, so there’s this general idea that people in the medical field are ‘smarter’ than your average person but at the same time fatphobia, racism, ableism and misogyny are still rampant in medical settings leading to entire populations receiving sub-par care so… I don’t think you must accept that doctor = an intellectual in general. There’s different ways to be smart! Your having gone to medical school clearly doesn’t exempt you from being a critical consumer of all the medical texts you’ve read and being able to situate them in a socio-economic and political context when providing care.

All of this to preface my saying that: he’s a surgeon. He’s at least intelligent enough in one way to be a surgeon and a good one at that, while recognizing that that isn’t the only thing I’m basing my argument on.

He’s emotionally intelligent:

In Ceasefire he has the opportunity to gloat about his being right about there being no end to the conflict after having been openly doubtful the whole episode, but he knows that it’s not the time and he even encourages Hawkeye to remain optimistic – a truly brainrot-inducing moment (affectionate) if there ever was one

Operation Noselift he’s just as earnest as Hawkeye trying to get Private Someguy (id remember his name) to accept himself as he is without going under the knife

Check-up don’t even talk to me about Check-up!!! Trapper could’ve accepted “you let me lean on you” as is. I mean, I think they both know what Hawkeye means by that and so do we the audience but I think his “What?” is making space for Hawkeye to be Hawkeye and spill his guts about his feelings because that is what Hawkeye needs; he does the same with Margaret, albeit while she is drunk off her ass, later on in the episode which is a nice moment for them because she reveals something (she’s playing house with Frank because he’s around) that I don’t think she’s ready to accept for herself, but Trapper listens to her.

Bombed which gave me Trapper/Margaret brainrot, yeah he starts off hitting on her but he stops when she asks him too and he still picks up that she needs comfort, makes her laugh and reassures her that he’s coming from a good place. That is what I get from his suggestion that they cuddle and I think Margaret does too because she accepts.

Kim - we learn he can be emotionally vulnerable even with his wife who, up til this point, is represented as something of a thorn in his side at worst, an ambiguous off-screen figure at best.

These are some of the examples that stand out to me but there are many examples of his good bedside manner and empathy that he freely extends to one-off characters like Young-Hi and George.

He’s pretty much toe-to-toe with Hawkeye in terms of witty dialogue, it’s just that he doesn’t often get the last word nor the spotlight. The role of the Trapper character is that of a follower to Hawkeye’s lead in their comedic and heroic scenes. Like if he comes off as being not quite as smart as Hawkeye (which I wouldn’t say is the case) then I think it’s a matter of their being deuteragonist and protagonist respectively, and the show playing up the ‘best surgeon in the army’ angle for Hawkeye in part as a way to save him from being disciplined for insubordination multiple times.

And finally, I think it’s worth mentioning that at the onset of American involvement in the Korean War, the American public was generally supportive. That support eroded over time but I do think that the American government, in the 50s and also to this day, goes to significant lengths to circulate pro-war propaganda and convince its citizens that war is only way. During the Gelbart years (S1-4) there was strong, consistent anti-military messaging that extended to critique of traditional masculinity in general – this frequently manifests in how Trapper and Hawkeye are positioned on moral high ground vs. Frank, Margaret and the military. So like, Trapper was a part of all that. He was, at the very least, in league with the popular ACAB Hawkeye, Queer Hawkeye and general Rabble Rouser Hawkeye that are favourites of the fandom – I think it takes a certain degree of intelligence, whether emotional or intellectual, to resist and undermine state propaganda, especially at your own personal expense. And I’m giving that to Trapper because he was around when the show was aware of itself being specifically anti-US-imperialism, rather than just generally anti-war or even anti-death later on - which isn’t ‘less smart’ it’s just more vague and there’s less of a specific effort made by the state to brainwash citizens into thinking otherwise. There is a moment where Trapper appears to betray his moral and political (i’m using ‘political’ very loosely here) leanings when he goes to (presumably) kill the soldier in Radar’s Report but that is by far the exception not the rule and furthermore I’m not saying that people who are duped by the state and/or corporate entities into buying into the cycle of violence are “stupid” but I do think you have to actively fight against such indoctrination and one of the ways of doing that, aside from just being a compassionate person, is by learning to think critically for yourself. And I’m assuming Trapper has done one or both because he is as consistent as Hawkeye is in living those values. It helps that they have good chemistry and they’re bored and sticking it to the army is fun for them but imo they go pretty far sometimes just ‘for fun’.

So, Trapper is a technically competent surgeon, is emotionally intelligent and has come to reject some of the values that are pretty well ingrained in the society he’s grown up in. I don’t hate himbo trapper but I don’t think he’s stupid. Far from it.

Here are my less objective thoughts on the himbo trapper phenomenon and also have some straightforward trapper defense squad messaging: I’m generally interested in pointing out trends in fandom, although I admit that my tolerance for content I don’t vibe with has lessened significantly the more time I’ve been active in mash fandom (we’re coming up on one year of straight obsession) – but from what I can remember about the popular, general portrayals of Trapper in fandom that I don’t see as having much footing in the canon: he’s a himbo, he broke Hawkeye’s heart, he’s homophobic (HATE), he’s hypersexual, he can be violent, he ‘doesn’t do feelings’, he’s not good with words… everyone is entitled to their opinion but the more I reflect on Trapper, the more I watch his episodes, the more I’ve come to question a lot of these interpretations. I’ve already talked about him being a himbo, I’m not convinced he broke Hawkeye’s heart any more than Kyung-Soon or Carlye and I am certain it’s not intended to be a romantic breakup, he’s in league with Hawkeye in George – I’m not telling you what you can and can’t indulge in but, yk Hawkeye actually has a line to the effect of ‘i live with two dudes don’t call me a fairy’ and that’s got way more of a no-homo vibe to it than anything Trapper ever says.

He’s not any more sexual than Hawkeye is, not even because he has a big dick. Hawkeye and BJ both throw punches at some point and I also wouldn’t argue that that makes them ‘violent’ in general, but Trapper who doesn’t do it at all is the violent one. There are plenty of ways to be vulnerable and forthcoming and emotional without spilling your guts and anyway anyone could read as repressed when you hold them up next to Hawkeye Pierce. An emotionally repressed man could not extend an olive branch to Frank Burns nor could he write his wife an earnest letter in the hopes that he will be able to adopt and raise an orphan child nor could he be shown to have such a clear investment in outcomes during the episodes where there’s no clear, tangible goal to Hawkeye’s schemes.

This has turned into a critique of some of the more uncharitable interpretations of the character, on the list of which ‘himbo’ isn’t really all that bad. But I still think it flattens his character somewhat, like all these other interpretations do, and I can easily pick out a few examples of his canonical portrayal which challenge it. So while I’m not denouncing it completely because I think it can be fun and in the grand scheme of things, people can like whatever they want to like, I am sometimes inclined to gently push back on it.

#it just so happens to be #trapper tuesday #but i let myself really sink my teeth into this as a reward for shipping a huge product on time #trapper john mcintyre #mash #meta #trapper meta #majorbaby.txt #replies

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I mean. If a guy only tells you he's married afterward, there's nothing you can do about that, I get it. But knowingly having sex with married men is 100 percent on you. You go into a whole philosophical breakdown of how he justified it to himself; how are YOU justifying helping these men break their wives hearts?

There’s a lot of interesting differences in our perspectives that I get from this response, but let’s start with the answer. How do I justify helping these men break their wives heart? I don’t, because I don’t have anything to justify. I think of it the same way I don’t have a mental breakdown every time I buy candy from the grocery store, even though I’m excessively contributing to capitalism. Did I need candy? No, but I wanted it. If I didn’t buy the candy, would I have crashed the economy hard enough to cause the government to shift gears? Absolutely not. I’d just have gone without candy. Translated: Did I need sex? No, but I wanted it. If I didn’t, would they have given up their philandering ways and changed their lives? Probably not. They’d just find someone else (( emphasis on the fact that these men were stunning ))

I am FAR from having to bear the cross of these men cheating on their wives, especially the 100% you claim. I’ll admit I’m a dime and a half and boys do be lining down the block just to watch what I got, but that’s not really my business if I did somehow tempt them into cheating. It’s like the difference between someone actually apologizing and someone saying “I’m sorry you felt that way.” Actually apologizing in this case is synonymous to, uh, not cheating on your wife. That’s not a foregone conclusion, you can just Not Cheat. Your response is closer to the second one, akin to saying I’m enabling their cheating by having sex with them. And this is where our perspective divide is: I see no reason to take ownership of their business even the slightest. I don’t know their names. I couldn’t give less of a shit what these guys are up to now.

Let’s rewind. You are engaged/married to a wonderful woman. You don’t want to have a gay sex liaison that might jeopardize the sanctity of your relationship. Do you:

A) Download grindr and set up a profile

B) Don’t

If you’ve chose A, it is no longer my business what your deal is. It’s called grindr. The old logo used to have gears because it was meant to be a meat grinder. You use it to grind meat. If we met on GoodBoysUnlimited I’d give pause but if I’m on a sex app it is for the purpose of having sex. I’m not breaking these women’s hearts, I’m engaging in my half of the agreed upon transaction. Instead of moralizing the sex, maybe moralize the 50 steps it took these men to get there?

I will say I still agree with you that it wasn’t the most morally correct choice. That would’ve been to slap these men on their wrists and say “beat it, bozo!” But I’m no angel, saint, priest, or even a wholly good person 🤭 it was hot! Here were these men who were so firmly heterosexual that they built a life around it, but saw me and wanted me badly enough to risk it all to get a piece of this? That’s an amazing ego boost! I prefer ethical non-monogamy by a wide, deep margin, where a lot of discussion happens before hand. But in this case, I was informed while they were already there. Like I’m not going to play marriage counselor to a man sitting on his knees slonking on my knob sloppy style.

I think it’s incredibly important to understand things you should and shouldn’t take ownership of. You are a person, you will make mistakes, people will feel raw about it, and you’ll end up feeling bad too. But there are also situations where people will try to make you feel a certain way about things even if it isn’t your fault. It’s a classic emotional manipulation tactic: it’s your fault I feel this way. How are you gonna take ownership for how I feel? And my answer is always: I don’t. You are going to have to definitively demonstrate my ownership over a situation in order to get a response out of me. Say guy #1’s girl came home and found her man playing mechanical bull with my dick. She says to me “This is all your fault!” I’d just say “baby girl, what’s my name?” I’d ask her man, “what’s my name?” There’d be no answer because I wasn’t in this situation as a person, I was just here to pound ass and go. I’m not even a named actor and you think I’m the main antagonist? It’s not healthy to get personally involved in everything you experience, and sex is no different. As long is everything is consensual between the parties present, go off. That’s why I think it’s funny you wrote off the second one so quickly as the morally better one. Because, ironically, the story you discounted is the one in which the answer lies. I consider it the worse of the two because I didn’t consent to being a part of that narrative. Don’t get me wrong, as I’ve highlighted above I probably would’ve shrugged and gone through with it anyways. But it highlights that the cheater is always the one that holds all the cards, even if he’s also the one that has all the chips to lose too. They can share with me whatever they want, but at the end of the day they’re the ones in charge of their own situation. I’m just a pole/hole sir 😮‍💨

#tsuchinoko villain monologue time babey! I hope I get cancelled I’ve never been cancelled before #is it bad that thinking back on my past is kinda making me want to top again? but… no… I shan’t…#asked and answered babey!

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minetteskvareninova · 1 year

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Minette watches Medici, part 10 (Standing Alone)

- I know it’s unbelievable, but I skipped the intro. Yeah. The whole “Renassaince, but not quite” thing pisses me off so much I skipped the fucking intro to Medici.

- I only noticed it now, but Lucrezia de’ Medici dresses so much worse than all the other women in the show, it’s kind of amazing how shitty her dresses are. They won’t get better, apparently, at least if awkward-sultana’s gifs are anything to go by.

- Her subplot continues to be boring, and I call bullshit on her slapping Lorenzo for arranging her marriage to that uncharismatic rando (although honestly the guy she’s in love with has just as much charisma, if not somehow less). She’s a wealthy unmarried woman from 15th century Italy, still under custody of her father and older brother. She certainly wouldn’t get her hopes up about marrying whomever she wants, much less a guy whose family is feuding with hers, and even if she would get mad at Lorenzo for arranging a marriage for her, she wouldn’t slap him!

- Now, Clarice having the option to join the convent despite the wishes of her family I can see - it’s much more likely that a girl from noble family would be just forced to marry regardless of what she wants, but if the match isn’t absolutely crucial, it’s not out of the question her family would allow it. I suspect that cardinal Orsini can’t be that invested in the alliance with the Medici if he isn’t trying to persuade her himself and leaves it to Lucrezia Tornabuoni and Carlo de’ Medici.

- Damn, this season has too many Lucrezias. Anyway, I’m gonna call them Lucrezia T (mama Medici), Lucrezia M (her daughter) and Lucrezia D (Lorenzo’s girlfriend, we’ll get to her) from now on.

- Anyway, speaking of Carlo! Rejoice, people, Maddalena’s kid is back! And he is still in touch with his family, how nice! His friendship with Clarice is pretty wholesome, I hope we see more of them, even if he did manipulate her into marrying his nephew who doesn’t mean a good match to her and already has a girlfriend. Also, Lorenzo’s flirting skills are hilariously bad, like, in general, the guy seems to lose about fifty IQ points when he’s talking to a hot chick. “I like everything” had me in stitches.

- Is it wrong that I am super invested in this love triangle? I mean, I like Lorenzo, and both of his options are actually pretty compelling. Lucrezia D is charismatic as hell, and Clarice pretty damn likeable - honestly too likeable to have her heart broken by Lorenzo cheating, but that’s renassaince men for ya. Also, Lucrezia D’s worries that he’ll fall in love with his wife, or possibly her not wanting to sleep with a married man... Either way, she’s so real for that. At the same time, I can’t wait for the Clarice x Lorenzo, arranged marriage to lovers, 30k, slow burn etc. My only worry is that Lorenzo will act like a complete fuckboy throughout this arch, like Cosimo was pretty douchey in this regard too.

- I call absolute bullshit on Carlo’s Medici exceptionalism, let alone Clarice believing it. I did let Lorenzo being the smartest, prettiest, nicest, specialest little boy of this show slide for way too long, it really took me Carlo’s speech to see the absolute Gary Stu vibes this guy is giving off. Still, I like Lorenzo enough to let it slide, but you’re on thin fucking ice, show.

- That said, his conflict with old Piero was just as compelling this episode as I expected. At the same time, the fact that his death hit at the end of this episode’s triumphant finish (in the immortal words of Geoff from Mother’s Basement) like a loss.jpeg in the middle of a webcomic binge, made me Not Amused again.

- I would say I don’t care about Sandro, Giuliano and whatever bullshit the show has in store for them and Simonetta Vespucci, but honestly, I am way too bi for that. The guys are simping for her from the moment they see her, and for once I get it. My sole investment in this nonsense comes from wanting to see Mathilda Lutz and her angelic face (also possibly tits).

- The tourney was sooo much lamer than I expected. Pazzi’s murder plan wasn’t the worst, but the fact that the Medici learned of it AND Lorenzo then won the tourney... Yeah, this whole thing left me cold. Error 404 narrative tension not found. And just when did Francesco get morals??? The only good part was Giuliano’s 1-800-Bitch-You-Thought moment with the boring Pazzi brother. Because I am messy bitch that lives for drama like that.

- The best part of this episode was Lucrezia T being awesome. Mama Medici is my favourite character, I love this bitch so much you can’t even imagine. In fact, all female characters in this show so far rule, except for Lucrezia M.

- I haven’t read the books, but if the impression I get from the Darkling appologist fam is correct, Matteo Martari, a.k.a. Francesco de’ Pazzi has serious book!Darkling energy.

#medici: the magnificent #minette watches medici

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rollingndoughsocial · 2 months

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Above threshholds. Even in appearance -> so fit, so clean, so natural, so able/talented. Take stock :)

But luckily married. But should I be made to compete? Turned beneficial. All's a friend - not only reserved for a person.

Then you'll only be forced to learn from me.

Planning for a lifetime -> a coffee drink can only go up so much, inflation, salaries, rent, the majority of people can only afford as much, I can only get/look so old..

But there's no limit to popularity. To how likeable and how many that can touch and to where they can take you. [and dislikeable - you can be best dressed, best album, but you're not safe bc nobody knows you. Women give status/the win to those who make them relevant, their friends. Selfishly savage, manipulative bitches. Yeah yeah, but would you vote for me in a contest?]

Stay with peers. The community is making money without the need to go-get. Become the source. Produce from the heartland/homestead.

City shit. Balls to the wall courageous in the face of grandiose opportunity. [If I want to be above threshholds, then grandiose must only be so].

Female who likes fashion and draws attention, but why is she with him? Coolest mom with kids. Anti-lame places. Where the top/hot moms go, singular. Some moms have it different :)

Everyone has hated things about them, but serve mine most palatable.

He wants to be narcissistic, be it back. He wants to be controlling you, control him. He wants to be on you about everything, be on everything he does. He hits you, "hit" him back. YOU MUST WANT WHAT YOU ARE. YOU MUST WANT THE THEME YOUR ACTION PORTRAYS. Watch them. Watch myself. What's going on, why and to what resolve? And how serious is that resolve taken. Lay it out and get to work on it.

No longer a best friend. Is it true - guys and girls can't be friends? 20s bc of fucking and 30s+ bc our lives play out different to resentment. SUPPORTIVE in action, but we might be withholding talk around it. That's fine, though. Supportive in action stems from the root of ultimate-end understanding.

Wanting high above average/enough. Wanting what exactly? Lifetime plans laid out. Switch wanting. Switch how and what I want. Privilege myself. Begin in wanting and let yourself be incompatible with everyone around. Turn the benefit.

Stop those. Only allowed these instead. Turn it a benefit and hit em with the vote for me - why and where and in doing what?

Journaling observations. I'm feeling/mood and what I'm doing [dressed in theme]. Him - Ask specifically gets access to all.

Well, "in love," you made her like that. Just as wildly imaginative in your hoping/presumption [love] as in suspicion of [cheating]. So I'll wonder - how are you, how do you, in love?

Take yourself there.

Do to all what's done to one. Generator. There's opportunity to better at every step.

Yeah, well, do you ever massage/lotion mine? Trade for trade, so there's no building of silent disagreements.

Were you trying to forget me? [Now you miss me?] Mrs. Life?

Marriage. What has it learned me? Adulting is the sight, the mental/emotional maturity in choosing the influence that gets to guide my life.

Emo into lonely depression? Or into love, fun and social desperation? Rather it be clingy and crowded.

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sapphic-sundry · 8 months

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hot take the difference between polygamy and polyamory is that polygamy involves controlling partners like property and polyamory involves partners seeking freedom

obviously this isn't the only thing but like.

the sister wives type shit is typically one person (usually a man) straight up collecting other people (usually vulnerable or ignorant women), so that they alone can have romantic and sexual freedom and satisfaction while the others suffer being bound/controlled and the jealousy that comes with it (often turned onto the others that lack freedom rather than - let's face it - their jailer. which is classic manipulation and often seen where else? that's right - cheating.)

meanwhile polyamorous people and polycules encourage communication and exploration between multiple partners. (obviously it isn't always going to be perfect, relationships never are. poly people can and do cheat. and I also understand that polyamorous people do get married too, the above isn't referring to that, as it's a completely different dynamic to have an open marriage.)

#polygamy #polyamory #polygamy vs polyamory #polyam #polycule #polyamourous #basically polygamy drools and polyamory rules #hot take #I get so riled up about this subject my dudes (gender neutral)#communication is key #original post

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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— “TRUST YOU + KATSUKI BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): two thousand words of pure sloppy filth written for your entertainment and inspired by an ask i got from my ♈️ anon, who asked me to imagine college katsuki teaching you how to give bjs,, so this is dedicated to them. i hope you enjoy this my fellow sinners! there’s a lot in this one so read the warmings!

warning(s): mdni, 18+. heavy smut, dark content, dub-con, forced photography, cheating, manipulation, power play dynamics, dacryphilia, slight infantilisation, throat fucking, blow jobs, cum play, facials, corruption!kink, praise!kink, fem!reader, mentions of boyfriend!sero and college!bakugou.

“suki, a-are you sure this is okay?”

your voice trembles as you lower yourself between bakugou’s thighs, both of them instinctively spread when your palms grip them with a slight nervousness. you’re so fucking stupid, so trusting but of course he’d never given you a reason to feel anything otherwise. your suki took care of you, an innocent girl from a small town— fresh look in her eyes from the moment you’d stepped onto campus.

of course you’d shaken more when you’d first met the blonde, he was big with dark and blood red eyes that spelled bad news if you didn’t look closely enough. and yet, you still trusted him because suki promised he would protect you from all the bad men and women and non binary folk on campus. he would always come swooping in to protect your chubby cheeks and doe eyed smile.

you always thought it was because he cared about you, your friends always told you that you were lucky your roommate even paid attention to you and suki always brushed away your doubts— but it was really because he dreamed of you, dreamed of taking away the very purity that shone within your bright eyes.

“‘course it’s okay princess, remember, suki always takes care of you. yer’gonna trust me, right?” bakugou reassures you, an evil glint hidden behind the soft smile he gives you while his large hand pats your cheek affectionately. his chest burns at how easily you lean into him, nuzzling his palm stupidly. you should consider yourself lucky that it’s katsuki who’s guiding your innocent hands to the tent in his pants and not some other guy from campus.

katsuki had seen the way they looked at you, watching the way your thick thighs bounced as you walked and their hungry eyes drifting down to your chest as you talked. it made him angry that other people looked at you as if you were just a piece of meat— which you were. but you were his little slab of ass and they needed to learn that. even your boyfriend; sero who made you cry twice a week over stupid things, needed to be taught a lesson.

after all; that’s how you ended up right where you were right now. between the legs of your roommate— drooling over your first cock like the dumb, hungry cock whore bakugou knew you really were. you wanted to learn how to make it up to sero and what better way to a man’s heart than a fuckin’ blowjob, right? the blonde had thought the best way to teach a virgin like you would be through a hands on experience.

he watches as the dark in your eyes takes over and your pupils dilate, fingers much smaller in comparison to the hard-on his pants hide. you palm bakugou lightly, mimicking the heavy petting your boyfriend had coaxed you into a few times before and watch with awe as your roommate shudders underneath your touch— a dark growl reverberating in his chest. “trust you,” you whisper quietly, the words slightly slurred as you begin to drool, growing hungry for your first taste of a real man. “b-but what if someone finds out suki, w-wont we get in trouble? what if sero—?”

leaning down to capture your lips, he pulls you into a honeyed kiss— grinning at the way your body leans into him, always so desperate for more. “no one will find out, sweetness, i won’t say anythin’ if you don’t,” he lives for the giggle that streams from between your lips and pats your cheek once when you look up at him earnestly. it was only a small lie, but bakugou would worry about that latter. “now how about’cha take out that cock ‘n i’ll show you how ta take it jus right.”

you nod so fast that you make yourself dizzier than you already are— the foreign feeling of lust building up at the forefront of your mind. katsuki could tell that you’d never seen a dick before, it was easy to tell from the way your bottom lip trembles at his sheer size alone; thick and weighty in a way that dwarfs your hand.

his tip is an angry shade of red that could rival that of his eyes, even while they drip with a desire to corrupt and ruin you. his mind runs wild with thoughts of bending you over the bed and fucking your virgin cunny until you’ve been given a proper reason to cry, the image of salty tears running down your hot cheeks alone causes fat drops of precum to ooze from the tip and onto your fingers.

“‘s big suki, dunno if i can take it,” you whine, lips pushing into a pout while your fingers say the opposite, hesitantly curling around bakugou’s thickness. he moans from deep within his chest at the sight of your hands barely able to close around him and bucks his hips up into your enclosed fist. you can’t help but watch, salivating at how beautiful your roommate looks while he fucks into your tight grip, spitting onto his own cock to ease the glide of your hand up and down him.

bakugou’s chest heaves, even as he starts leaning back on his elbows to get a better view— you’re doing so well for him, he can’t imagine letting you touch anyone else the way you touch him. you’re his and he plans on ruining everyone else for you. “you can. you will.” he spits out at you through gritted teeth, vermillion eyes hooded and voice authoritative. submissive as you are, you listen to him— because suki is never wrong, he knows best and if you listen to him you’ll learn well. “yer gonna start by gettin’ that mouth on me, kay sweetness? y’wanted to learn how to suck a cock butcha ain’t doin’ much suckin’.”

“but ‘suki—“

he doesn’t miss the way your hand freezes in hesitation and a nervousness takes over you— katsuki has already been so patient with you but that very patience is wearing thin, how is he going to teach you that he’s all you’ll ever need if you won’t fuck his cock like he’s asked. taking a fist full of your hair, the blonde drags you forward despite your whimpers and forces your mouth only inches from his twitching length.

“don’t you trust me sweetness? don’cha wanna get good at suckin’ dick... so your boyfriend don’t leave ya?” bakugou seethes, eyes swimming with darkness that almost scares you. you want to be good for him, nodding your head in compliance while tears sting at your pretty doe eyes. bakugou would apologise for that later, reassure you that you’re still his darling sweetness and that he never meant to make you cry but he can’t help the way his girth jumps at the view of your water eyes. your head jerks with every word he spits at you, frightened whimper sounding in your throat as you utter a weak ‘yes.’, only then does katsuki finally relent, bringing you close to his tip again and tapping it against your glossy lips. “that’s what i fuckin’ thought, princess. now open up.”

doing as you’re told, slowly take his engorged rip past plush lips— giving gentle kitten licks to the oozing centre. precum doesn’t taste as bad as you thought it would, maybe it’s because of katsuki and because of him the liquid is sweet against your tongue, making you eager to taste more. you feel so fucking good, albeit a little bit sloppy but a pleasured smirk burns against bakugou’s lips as you take him, your virgin mouth, hot and wet around him and if he didn’t know any better, he could cum in an instance.

“fuckin’ hell princess, that’s a good girl, y’sure you’ve never done this before...” he grunts out, fixated on the way you practically make out with his cock and the husky sound of his voice makes your innocent cunt flutter along with the praise. glancing up at the blonde above you, you moan at the way katsuki’s face contorts with pleasure— nothing like you’ve ever seen before and you desperately want him to make that face whenever you’re around. slurping noises fill the air as you practically make out with his cock— getting bolder and bolder with the way your tongue moves against him.

you make out with his cock like you’re kissing katsuki bakugou, he’d taught you that too.

his nails scratch against your scalp with every lap of your tongue to his length, mapping out the thick veins on the underside. you moan around him in a way that makes him shudder. the same hand in your hair moves to the back of your head, pushing you further down on bakugou’s cock and forcing more of himself down your tight throat.

“can’t believe no one’s thought to fuck your throat before, sweetness, s’fuckin’ tight. yer gonna let me use you right? yeah? you my good girl?” katsuki babbles mindlessly, intoxicated with the heat of your mouth and the way you sloppily drool all over him, a combination of your spit and his precum dripping between his weighty balls.

you’ve never made a man feel this good before, not even hanta has responded to your touch like this— and you could so easily become addicted to the way pleasuring katsuki makes you feel. the blonde’s hips jump up, cock hitting the back of your throat and you yelp on surprise— gagging at the unexpected and new feeling. hearing you gargle over his dick while you sloppily suck it down makes pride swirl in bakugou’s chest— accompanied by shallow thrusts deeper into your mouth.

what a mess he’s made of his sweet, innocent little roommate— he has you looking like pure sin as mixes of his arousal, your mascara and your tears cascade down your chubby cheeks like a waterfall. “fuck baby, suck me off, just like fuckin’ that, such a good fuckin’ girl for your suki...” he curses. “gettin’ close baby, why don’t you swallow for me— make me cum yeah?”

you do just that, attempting to bob your head up and down before swallowing around katsuki’s cock. you feel so proud of yourself when his hips and breathing stutter simultaneously— earning yourself a small victory. you want to be the reason your roommate cums, want him to be the course for his earth shattering pleasure...it’s the least you could do for the blonde after everything he’s taught you. this is your way of showing your gratitude for how much he’s taken care of you.

“gonna fuckin’ cum, gonna fuckin’ cum...atta girl sweetness,” bakugou praises you as your hand moves experimentally to squeeze at his balls, heavy with cum. his grip on you tightens and all he can think about is how pretty you’ll look when he’s stained your innocent, supple skin with all of his seed. he’ll mark you up as his, fuck your mouth so good that you’ll only ever drool over his cock. he wants you to long for him and only him. a strangled moan escapes katsuki when you let the spit gathered in your mouth, spew out against his girth and and all it takes is one sweet look from you before the cord in his stomach snaps.

“s-shit, fuck—oh god, fuck...” bakugou’s hips stall as he falls into orgasm, the world of colours flashing behind his vermillion eyes while his viscous hot seed fills your mouth and his dam of pleasure finally breaks. there’s not a thought in your mind as hot white paints your tongue, nothing aside from how good your roommate tastes and how much you yearn to taste him again.

not even sero comes to mind. he’s addictively sweet against your tastebuds and swallow every drop that katsuki has to offer— milking him for all of his worth and even lapping up the reminders of his release after he pulls from the confines of your mouth due to over sensitivity. “holy, fuck princess...” the blonde pants, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“did i do good, suki?” you ask with a muffled, sweet voice. your chin and cheeks are still messy with sticky globs of cum and the rims of your bambi eyes blackened with the traces of your eye makeup...you look like a fucking sin on legs and if he wasn’t so fucked out, bakugou would have claimed your mouth again.

using a thumb, and despite his breathlessness, bakugou leans forward and collects his arousal from your baby fat cheeks and pushes the digit past your cherry lips. he swears lowly as you eagerly suck on his thumb, cleaning it off as though you didn’t just take a mouthful of him already. “so good baby, suki’s s’fuckin’ proud of you, yeah?” he coos, patting your face softly before holding his arms out to pull you into his lap.

you wiggle happily at the praise, allowing yourself to be scooped up into your roomie’s arms as you whisper a small ‘thank you for teaching me, suki,’ to him. you’re so cute, so precious, curling in on the man like a defenceless baby before you fall asleep, a dirty mess in his arms. bakugou thinks to clean you up, but not before snapping a picture of your face dirtied with his cum.

you wouldn’t find out about it and it’s not like it mattered, you trusted your suki with all your heart...and even if he did send the picture to your boyfriend, hanta... it’s not like that mattered either— you’d thank him for it later, you always did after katsuki had taught you a lesson.

this would simply be a lesson to remind you, that you were always going to be his.

— TAGLIST: i didn’t tag you if i didn’t see an age in your bio lol

@bakugous-trauma @greenchild @luv-dum @souleatermia @younggoth136 @fullchonk @t0xic-todoroki @chou-maitresse @definitetrashlord

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hotaru987-the-2nd · 3 years

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Mine. His. Ours Pt3

Ran Haitani x f!reader x Rindo Haitani

Pt. 2 // Pt. 3.5

Words: 4.8K

Warnings: gaslighting, manipulation, pet name (kitten), kinda cheating (reader feels like she is), naïve reader, Ran being too sexy for me to ever do him justice, don’t tell anyone but...I’m not a writing blog...o_0

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor. Please read this. First and only warning.

After that day, your meetings with Ran suddenly increased. He started showing up at the apartment more often than not, and even standing in for Rindo on days when he was supposed to take you shopping. The first time you saw him after your first meeting you couldn’t even look at him without blushing. But after a while you were able to at least not make a complete fool of yourself.

Despite what happened, you wanted to make a good impression - or as best you could - on Rindo’s brother. You wanted him to like you. So you squashed down as much of your nerves as possible to get closer to him. But even without the disaster that was your first meeting, Ran was fucking hot! All he had to do was be there and he commanded the entire space he was in. And when he gave that gentlemanly smile as he opened doors for you, or those feather light touches to guide you along the busy streets you felt yourself swooning.

He was just so different from Rindo. Your boyfriend sometimes felt wild, and untamed. Like he was always enjoying life, and masterfully maneuvering all the pieces in his way to fit in anyway he saw fit. He was the puppetmaster, cackling away as he made people dance to his sinister tune. But Ran felt...quiet. It was like seeing a lion lazily lounging, appearing completely off guard, but no one dared to approach because everyone knew the deadly, and savage beast just beneath the surface.

Even the way they touched you was different. Rindo was demanding, and made sure you felt every pull of his hand. Never letting you forget who it was that you belong to. But Ran’s touch was barely there, almost like a suggestion. A soft push here, a subtle touch there -- just enough to remind you. Until before you knew it you were moving yourself for him, but still thinking that it was by your own will.

Something Ran very much appreciated. He applauded his brother’s pick this time. The last a little too dumb and unable to adapt to him. As much as his brother complains, he likes having to spell everything out to his girl since it makes them more dependent on him. Ran, himself, doesn’t mind this occasionally but after so many times of repeating himself he grows bored quickly. And the last time Ran picked she didn’t even make it long enough to meet Rindo before he broke her.

The two Haitani brothers found out that amongst all the things they’ve shared over their lives, strengthening their bond as brothers, women was one of them. And finding one that could both satisfy and keep up with both of them was challenging.

Ran looked down at you as you walked beside him, as he once again stood in for Rindo who unfortunately couldn’t make it because he was “busy”. This made the 5th time and you were now comfortable enough with him to not jump away every time you happened to bump into his arm. But you still couldn’t keep eye contact for very long, and always blushing whenever he caught you staring when you thought he wasn’t looking. Just like now.

“What’s got your attention, kitten? Something you wanna ask?”

“N-no nothing!” You winced at the obvious lie, the crack in your voice giving you away. You were sure he knew you were lying and you didn’t want to come off as rude. And there was something you wanted to ask. Whenever you asked Rindo he never gave you a clear answer and you were hoping maybe Ran would tell you. “Well...actually I was wondering. Um...Is Rindo ok? He seems to be busy a lot lately.”

Ran chuckled. The sound of his ruffling clothes hinting you to his movement before his hand rested on the outside of your hip. Though before he could apply any pressure you were already stepping closer on conditioned response, just as some guy not paying attention walked right by just barely avoiding bumping into you. As quickly he touched you, he pulled away. You had to ignore the feeling of disappointment you felt when he did, shaking your head to get yourself back together.

“Don’t you worry about him. Besides, you’re best not knowing about the type of busy he is.” Though he smiled it gave you uneasy shivers, “It’s the type to give pretty little kitties like you nightmares.”

“O-oh...ok.” It’s not like you wanted to know everything, but he couldn’t make the last few dates. And you were starting to feel a bit lonely.

“Am I not enough for you? You’re breakin’ my heart here. I thought we were getting close, kitten.”

You blushed at the nickname, still not used to it, and shyly answered, “That’s not it. I really enjoy hanging out with you.”

“Oh, do you?” He leaned in a bit closer, but since the crowd had thickened in the last few minutes you couldn’t step away without hitting someone. Your stomach did flips, and your knees threatened to turn to jelly as the intoxicating smell of his cologne filled your senses. The look in his eyes seemed to dare you to agree and fall into the sweet trap that laid beyond it. And the call of that sugary reward was too much for you to reject, but before you were allowed to indulge, Ran stood up straight.

The sudden feeling of being freed from a some sort of spell leaving you momentarily disoriented. Blinking owlishly up at Ran, not even realizing how much you were pressing into his side. When you came to your senses you rushed a flustered apology and pulled away so you at least weren’t hanging off of him. What were you thinking!? You had a boyfriend! And it was his BROTHER for crying out loud!

“But he has been leaving you alone lately, hasn’t he. So how about you do something to get his attention.” Ran smoothly pulled the conversation back to your earlier question. After clearing your voice, hoping you sounded somewhat normal you asked, “How should I do that?”

“Don’t you worry about that,” He gave a sly smirk, “I know my little brother well, so you just leave that to me.”

You didn’t know what he had in mind, but he was right. As much as you wished it was you, If anyone knew what Rindo liked the most it would be his brother who he shared his entire life with. So you trusted Ran……

...Yeah you should’ve known better.

“Ran um...I don’t know about this.” Ran’s idea was to give Rindo a new surprise...in the bedroom. So he brought you to a very racy lingerie store - one that you saw many times but never had the courage to step foot into. You may not have minded if Rindo brought you here, but with Ran you felt like you were doing something bad. Like you should be here.

“Didn’t I say I would help you. You don’t trust me, kitten?” It almost looked calculated the way his face perfectly changed into a morose expression. And if it was --which it definitely was not that you knew - it worked. Your heart strings being plucked, and your mouth opened quickly to tell him you did trust him. You were just feeling a little nervous. In the next blink his smile was back.

“Great, then let’s find you something nice.”

“......Right.”

The few times you went lingerie shopping with the other guards, they just stood outside of the store so you at least had some kind of privacy. But with Ran he took care of everything. Called up a worker, told them your size - how did he even find out about that? - and had them show him to the back where a VIP room was. You didn’t even know things like this existed outside of movies!

It was all so fancy, and luxuriously decorated. Like walking into a 5 star hotel. Ran took a seat in one of the arm chairs, crossing his legs with a dashing flourish as a different store clerk, this one looking a bit more nervous at a member of Bonten strolling into their store, came up to pour him a glass of champagne. You thought you were getting used to the ‘world of the rich’ but after seeing this you realized you still had much to learn. The first clerk returned with an arm full of lingerie for you to try on. You stood nervously off to the side, still not entirely ok with some other guy picking out your lingerie to wear for your boyfriend.

As your mind whirled with all the possibilities of how this was a terrible idea, Ran’s smooth voice coaxed you back into the present, “Oh, this one looks good.”

Seeing the item he held in his hands made your eyes shoot open. You were completely speechless. He had to be joking...right? His eyes narrowed as he leered at you, slowly raking his eyes up and down your body as though he was already picturing you in it. Normally you wouldn’t like it if someone other than Rindo was imagining you like that but if it was Ran…

Somehow you didn’t hate it. But recognizing that feeling only made you confused and guilty. So instead you tried to suppress those surprising feelings and focus on why you came here in the first place. To find something that would catch Rindo’s attention.

With your mind back on your current objective, you once again eyed the sexy lingerie. It was an all black, see-through babydoll set. The top was split up the middle, the only thing keeping it together was a silk ribbon tie by the chest, and was embroidered with delicate frills and lace. It didn’t look like it was made to be worn with a bra, and even the see-through panties were also held up by ribbons on both sides.

Your chest hurt the way your heart was punching against your ribcage, and your throat was completely dry. But somehow you croaked out a timid reply, “T-there’s no way...I can’t wear something like...like that.” You looked away, wringing the hem of your shirt and scuffing your toes into the floor. “That’s too sexy for someone like me...It wouldn’t look good.”

The soft sounds of Ran’s steps approaching you made your shoulders tremble and heart work double time. The tips of his shoes entered your downcasted vision, stopping right in front of you. His proximity made you feel even more light headed than you already were as you could feel the heat coming from his body, and his alluring scent filling your lungs.

Ran’s fingers felt like scorching flames as he tucked his pointer finger under your chin and pressed his thumb under your lip to guide your eyes to look up at him. And you gasped, eyes wide as you met the unmistakable look of hunger and desire darkening his purple eyes. A rush of carnal desire sent shivers down your spine, and pooled with sticky wetness between your legs. He smirked, slow and calculated, like he already knew how your body was reacting to him.

“Trust me, kitten. It’ll look great on you,” He bent over, his hair tickling your warming cheeks and whispered crudely into your ear, “Just thinking about how you’ll look in this makes me want to bend you over and fuck you right now.”

You gasped harshly, pussy clenching around the very same air that you were nearly about to choke on. He didn’t just actually say that...did he? You had to be going crazy. There’s no way right? But as you tried to search his cool expression for any indication that you weren’t just imagining things, he only gave a gentlemanly smile that made you think it couldn’t be possible something like that came out of his mouth. The heat and fire in his eyes also gone, like a mirage in the desert further making you question if you imagined it all.

Yeah...of course he wouldn’t. First of all there’s no way he would be interested in someone like you. Secondly, you were already taken. And by his brother…

No wait...those reasons should be the other way around.

It was almost a blessing when he handed you the lingerie and urged you into one of the changing rooms. It gave you a distraction from the confusing feelings that you were starting to feel with Ran. The changing room was large, with a full body mirror and another chair off in the corner. You let out a relieved sigh that there was a mirror inside, which you could use without having to use the one outside. Ran had already picked out your lingerie, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if he actually saw you in it too.

Just thinking about it made you blush. That and the words you may or may not have imagined him whispering right into your ears. You shook your head, hands moving quickly to undress and try on the clothes to get it over with. But it was like Ran had some sixth sense to know when you were finished because as soon as you shimmied into the panties you heard Ran’s voice through the curtain.

“How’s it coming? Did you change?”

“Yes.”

He made a slight sound of acknowledgement, “Good.” You thought that would be the end of it. How stupid of you to think so. Your heart jumped, and goosebumps ran up your naked legs and arms at the sounds of the metal links that hooked onto the bar to keep the curtain up rattle open. Your first instinct was to scream, and try to hide your body as much as you could, but with almost inhuman speed Ran had closed the curtain and grabbed both of your wrist before you could let out a squeak.

“Now, now don’t be rude, Kitten.” He chuckled down at you, a feeling of enjoyment sparking life the usual calm purples you’ve come to associate with the older brother. “Were you thinking of changing without even letting me get a little peek?”

With a mountain of effort you swallowed the lump of shame that had begun to lodge itself into your throat. But your voice came out strained, “I-I mean, there’s a mirror here and I thought…well…um…” The longer your gazes mingled the less coherent your thoughts became. Like he was siphoning away your ability to speak. He pouted, the exact same look and way Rindo did when you did something he didn’t like but wasn’t quite upset with you.

“That just won’t do. I came all this way to help you find the right outfit. Didn’t I?” You nodded since your voice didn’t want to come out. Ran didn’t seem to mind, but if it was Rindo you knew he would’ve demanded you use your words. “That’s right. So in order to check if this is the perfect outfit we should inspect it. I’m nothing if not a gentleman, and I don’t do things halfway.” He let go of your trembling arms, and they fell to your sides like the limp arms of a marionette whose strings had been cut. Your wrist felt cold without his warmth wrapped around it, but it didn’t take long for it to warm back up as he dragged the fingers of his right hand up your arm. Slowly, and just barely touching you, until it reached your shoulder where a delicately tied ribbon laid.

“Your skin is so soft. Perfect. We have to make sure the material doesn’t damage it.”

His voice was barely above a whisper, but it sounded like thunder. You hadn’t even realized the way your breathing was increasing, or the heavy-lidded desire that threatened to darken your eyes. It was almost scary how his long, lithe fingers seemed to play you like an instrument without even really touching you at all. And all it took was for him to hit the right key – a suggestion of a touch as he brushed a fallen lock of hair behind your ear – to have your voice returning. You swallowed heavily, your tongue feeling like led.

“H-how do…do we check?” He was just helping you. That’s all it was. And what if after you bought it you found out it did irritate your skin…

A slow smirk entered your vision, and you could almost imagine it was Rindo in front of you. But that thought was quickly erased by the ghostly touch of fingers just slightly longer, more gentle and subtle than you were used to. “You just leave that to me.” Finally he broke eye-contact to properly look you over, frowning when he did. The way your heart tackled your chest in that moment actually made you wince.

Did it actually not look good on you? You had thought it was a bit too sexy for you when he picked it out. Before your insecurities could grow he asked you a question that had you flustered. “What’s this?” Following his line of sight you spotted your bra. Surely he knew what it was, but exactly how he was expecting you to answer baffled you. You shifted on your feet before giving a timid response.

“Um…my bra?” His perfectly arched brow pinched together – a sign you recognized in Rindo that he was beginning to get irritated – and his arm reached around you to touch the claps of your bra. He never touched you, arm hovering just enough for you to feel the heat from his body slowly crowding you. “I know that, kitten. What I’m wondering is why is it still on.” He tilted his head, “This is something you wear without a bra.”

You spluttered, mouth flapping like a fish out of water, as you turned a rosy red. You knew that normally you weren’t supposed to wear a bra with it, but the material was sheer. Which meant if you didn’t wear one your breast would’ve been visible. “Are you trying to waste my time?” Your eyes shot open and you shook your head.

“No! I’m not! It’s just…I mean….if I don’t wear one then…” Your voice faded out at the end hoping he would understand. And of course he did. Not that it was going to stop him. Ran was having way too much fun with Rindo’s new toy – a toy that would soon be his too. With a face of mock sincerity he shook his head, “We can’t leave any room for doubt. I want to make sure that there are absolutely no problems. Your breasts and nipples could react differently to the material since they’re more sensitive.”

Hearing him speak so frankly about that made your head spin. And your legs, that had been shaking this whole time, nearly gave in. But was he right? Was he lying? But what reason would he have for lying to you? “You understand, don’t you kitten?”

Again you felt yourself being led along by some invisible string to answer, “…y-yes…” He looked so serious. So he must be telling the truth. Rindo was always saying how sensitive your nipples were so…

“Go ahead, take it off for me.” Ran licked his lips, the corners curling up into a pussy clenching smirk as he watched you move almost as if you were under some sort of spell. Your eyes glossed over while your fingers fumbled with the claps of your bra, before the offending material fell silently to the floor.

Once your breast was exposed to the cold air, your nibbles hardened into points beneath the sheer material of your negligee. The soft, expensive material felt good on your sensitive chest – almost too good. “That’s a good girl. Let’s get started now.” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was smiling. It was in his voice. A voice that was now behind you.

Your shoulders jumped to your ears when he pressed you against his chest, and his hands rested on your waist. Unlike before all of his touches had been light, barely there, but now his hand felt HEAVY on your skin. His thumb pressing a bit harder into your hips than his other fingers, and the middle finger of his right hand tapping some unidentified rhythm. The rustle of his clothes, and shift in his weight was your only warning before his lips were so close to your ear that just a slight movement would have you touching his lips.

“Relax, kitten.” His deep voice was like a poison. One that both dulled your senses and also sent your pulse into hyperdrive. “You’re in good hands.”

Said hands gave your hips a firm squeeze. Then let them drag up your sides over the negligee. The thin, silk-like material allowed his hand to move smoothly against you and since the material was so thin, you could easily feel the heat from his palm. You gasped, sucking in your bottom lip from trying to keep any embarrassing sounds from coming out. He was just helping you out, and here you were getting all horny.

You weren’t stupid. You knew that there was some kind of sexual tension sparking between the two of you, but none of that mattered because you were a kept woman. And more importantly you were a faithful woman. You loved Rindo, and he loved you. Maybe you hadn’t been together long, but you were starting to learn things about Rindo bit by bit, and with each thing you learned you found yourself falling more and more in love. He was the one for you. That you were sure of.

But…for some reason, when you looked at Ran, you could feel a wisp of those same feelings floating around in your heart. Did that make you greedy? A whore? The fact that you were even having these thoughts about Ran while he was here just doing his best to help out his brother’s girlfriend made you sick with self-disgust.

“How does that feel on your skin?”

His voice snapped you back and you stumbled over your answer, “I-It’s…it’s fine…” He nodded, his hands moving further up until he was rubbing your upper stomach, right under the silk ribbon that kept the two sides of the negligee closed. It was also right under your breast. Your entire body was quivering now, and your knees knocked together in a desperate attempt to quell the yearning pulses of your pussy.

“What about here? Any discomfort?” Again you shook your head answering in the same way. Voice noticeably shakier than before. “I see, that’s good to hear.”

The palms of your sweaty hands throbbed from the faint pain of your nails digging into your flesh. All in the desperate attempt to not let Ran see how disgusting you were from enjoying his touch way more than you should be. But as much as you abused your bottom lip, or fought to endure it, there was no stopping the squeaking moan from leaving your mouth, when he cupped both of your breasts from below.

Your eyes shot open, eyebrows nearly disappearing into your hairline, and you turned your watering gaze behind you to the man standing there. His face was a mask of innocence that betrayed the way he rubbed, squeezed and pinched at the sensitive flesh. One of his hands had to reach down and encircle your hips to hold you up since your legs were no better than jelly under you. Your body gave another twitch, mouth falling open to protest but the only sound leaving you was a moan as his thumb and forefinger caught your nipple. After a bit he asked again that same question.

“Does it feel uncomfortable here?”

His sensual voice rocked shivers through your body and before you could catch yourself you whimpered, “N-no…it…it feels…good.” Ran chuckled, pinching your aching buds harder and twisting them to the point it was almost painful. You clenched your jaw, squeezed your eyes shut tight. Tears born from the shameful heat that had been growing in your body and dying to be let out.

“I can tell. Your hips haven’t stopped moving for a while now.” It was only then did you realize that you had been grinding back against him, but when you tried to pull away he tightened his grip. That made you push against him more. “Why are you trying to run away? We’re not finished yet. I have to check the other side.”

You shook your head frantically, “It’s -o-ok I think it’ll be fine. You’ve already done so much for me already…” Ran hummed softly, switching his hands so now he was palming your left breast and his other was holding you up. “You really have such lovely skin. It’s so soft,” He nudged your head down to make you watch the fat of your breast bubble between his long fingers when he squeezed, “and here,” He thumbed over your nipple, pushing and lightly flicking it. Making your hips involuntary push back against him. “Hmm, so sensitive.” These weren’t the hands you should be seeing touching you like this, but then why did it all feel so good?

“Really, my brother is a lucky man.” Hearing him mention Rindo made your heart sink. You wanted to throw up. Knowing you were feeling good being touched by someone not him. “I’m so happy he found someone like you.”

You knew he was just being nice, but it was like he was saying all the things to make the shame and disgust in yourself grow. Satisfied in his inspection, he finally released your breast but by this time your head was practically empty. Which let him half drag you over to the comfy little arm chair sitting in the corner of the room. You were practically floating in your own world, half aware that you were being moved – both legs being spread and hung over each arm of the chair.

It was only when you met Ran’s eyes from his kneeling position between your legs were you startled back to lucidity. Your instinct to close your legs was rejected by the two large palms pressing on the inside of your thighs. You couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. If he looked down he’d be able to see how soaked you were. What would he think of you after that?

“This is the last place we have to check.” He patted your thigh in what you assumed was a reassuring gesture. “We can’t have you chafing down here, can we? We’ll be—” He chuckled, “Sorry, my brother will be using this place a lot. So sit back like a good girl and keep those legs open.”

It wasn’t right just how beautiful he was. And seeing this beautiful man on his knees before you made your cunt clench with such a desiring need to be filled that you nearly cried. You just wanted this to hurry and be over so you can get back to where you belonged. With Rindo.

“I’ll just get a closer look to see if there’s any rashes.” He leaned in closer until his face was about a fists distance from your underwear. The slick from your cunt soaking into the panties, making the sheer material stick to your cunt and give him a clear view of your pussy.

“Hmm, looks good.” Your thighs jumped from the sensation of his finger dragging up and down the edges of your panties against your groin, only just barely brushing against the sides of your pussy lips. You also didn’t miss the double meaning behind his words, and suddenly images of him running his tongue along your folds and inside of you, to see just how good you were made you whine.

“I don’t see any redness. Does it hurt when I press here?” As he asked, applying pressure and you moaned out a ‘no’, blushing when you did.

Ran flashed you a smile from between your legs, and your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head from how your stomach kept clenching. It didn’t help that his lips were a little wet from licking them, making you imagine that there was more than just his spit there. God you wanted, needed, to cum so bad. It was almost painful for you now. You didn’t even realize that ever since he knelt in front of you, you had been trying to push your hips closer and closer to his face. But suddenly Ran was on his feet, leaving you dazed, confused and nearly ready to cry from an orgasm that had been teased ever since you two walked into the shop.

“Stay just like that, kitten.” He pulled out his phone and while you tried to reclaim any bit of dignity you had left, you heard the sound of his phone shutter go off. Capturing your form in digital for all eternity.

Legs spread wide open, negligee in disarray and the ribbons only loosely holding it together. Nipples painfully hard and your face colored with both sweat and desire.

“I’m sure once Rindo sees this, all your problems will be solved.”

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