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ofsappho · 1 year

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Another treehouse ask!

So, I've been re-reading my favorite parts while wait for the next chapter and the ones I keep coming back to are the snippets of his proposal where he's gifting her two of everything.

I was wondering if we could get a further detailed director's/writer's commentary about all of that because you have so much symbolism, thought, and meaning behind your writing so I was wondering what made you choose to focus and point out the offerings like the tea and the jewelry?

HI ANON

Oh I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me about the proposal!

Buckle up because this is gonna be a long post. It would literally be essay length if I wrote full sentences so I’m just gonna do a list of each symbol and what it means, but no guarantees this won’t be long as shit.

I’m Chinese (and Filipino), and instead of going with a conventional Western proposal, I thought there was something very ancient + modern + romantic + regal + beautiful about the 过大礼 (Guo Da Li), the traditional Chinese betrothal ceremony. Morpheus is old fashioned and a ruler in his own right, and his last marriage would’ve been done in the customs of Ancient Greece, so it made sense to me that he would pick something equally distinguished/with equal history.

I modified it for the story and focused on a few specific items in the basket that I thought would be best for the plot. This is heavily inspired and not meant to be a 100% accurate depiction of this practice.

(Link on Guo Da Li components here)

In Chinese culture, even numbers are viewed as more lucky/prosperous than odd numbers, particularly in the context of betrothal/marriage. A couple is 2 people, so the number 2 represents their unity (among other things). The groom gifts two of every item to the bride and her family as his proposal to invoke that, to show his own wealth and ability to care for her, and to compensate the family for the loss of their beloved child (and show that he recognizes how much she is worth to them).

Morpheus isn’t just interested in pretty words and declarations of love - he intends to marry Reader and give her all that goes along with essentially marrying a King. (Think Hurrem Sultan going from slave to wedded wife of Sultan Suleiman, ruler of the Ottoman Empire). He wants to show her that he can provide for her and their child, he wants to flex his own wealth and power, and (very critically) he sees how important Willow and Diana are to her, as her family, and chooses specifically to propose in this manner that has him giving gifts to them, aka symbolically obligating him to them as he will be taking their beloved family member. He is also *linking their families together* by giving Willow and Diana gifts.

He did personally craft/obtain all of these gifts and all of this symbolism is, in canon, chosen by and made by him.

Alright on to the actual gifts:

The specific basket that the betrothal gifts are meant to come in:

Black wrapping paper - these baskets come in either red or black traditionally

Dragons and phoenixes on the wrapping paper - these motifs pop up frequently in Chinese betrothal ceremonies - The Dragon and Phoenix pair historically, symbolises royalty and the perfect harmony and balance between yin (female) and yang (male) forces. It is said that this coupling complements each other in creating matrimonial bliss and perfection - befitting of their status of a symbol of everlasting and harmonious love. The Dragon and Phoenix - the epitome of the perfect pair, symbolises that the couple will stay together through thick and thin, and that their passion for their significant other will never die. The custom of weaving these motifs into weddings is a way of blessing the newlyweds with both patriarch and matriarch luck, prosperity and fortune in their union, and numerous filial descendants.” (Source)

Basket is made without any nails or adhesive - the art of Chinese wood joinery, or making furniture by carving the pieces of wood so that they hold together without anything else joining them, goes back thousands of years and is the hallmark of Chinese furniture

Lotuses - “The lotus is also known as 莲 lián in Chinese and homophones to lian give it symbolic meanings: 廉 lián ‘incorruptible, modest’; 连 lián ‘joint, continuous, successive’; 联 lián ‘unite, join’. Another name for the lotus hé brings other associations through the homophones 和 hé ‘harmony, union’ so two lotus flowers symbolize the wish for marital harmony.” (Source)

Lillies - “The species of lily most prized in China is the ‘day lily’ (Hemerocallis) whose blooms only last one day. The transitory nature of the flowers is said to help you forget your troubles. Its rapid sequence of flowers makes it a symbol for childbearing and is therefore a suitable gift for newly weds.” (Source)

Chrysanthemums - “The chrysanthemum is a much loved flower in China and is often portrayed in pictures. It is a symbol of joy and a wish for peaceful retirement. It sounds similar to 居 jū ‘to reside, to endure’ and久 jiǔ ‘long time’.” (Source)

Willows - “The widespread willow is a very useful tree. It provides material for all sorts of purposes including baskets, ropes and firewood. It is associated with Spring and therefore also with romance. (…) When people left home they were often given willow twigs as a parting gift as li sounds the same as 离 lí ‘to part’. Willow will sprout readily from cuttings and so a tree can be planted to give a continual reminder of home.” (Source)

Pine needles and cranes - “The pine tree is one of the three friends of winter - together with plums and bamboo because it is evergreen and does not drop its needles. It is a favorite subject in Chinese landscape paintings. It symbolizes longevity, solitude and steadfastness; as the needles grow in pairs it is also a symbol of married bliss. With a crane a pine tree gives the wish for a peaceful and long life.” (Source)

Plum blossoms and cranes - “The welcome blossom of plum trees in late winter has made the plum tree a popular plant. It is one of the three friends of winter with the bamboo and the pine tree. It is also widely known by the character 李 lǐ which is made up of two elements ‘wood’ and ‘child’ suggesting the prolific fruits produced by the tree. 桃李 Táo lǐ ‘peaches and plums’ is a phrase to refer to school children. The four plants plum, bamboo, orchid and chrysanthemum represent the four seasons of the year - winter through to autumn (the 四君子 sì jūn zǐ four gentlemen). Because the flowers emerge before the leaves and it takes a long time to come into flower it is associated with longevity. It is often shown with a crane, another symbol of longevity (…)” (Source)

The caskets holding the tea, one of the traditional Guo Da Li gifts:

Both the caskets and the basket are based off of real antiques that I found online but have now lost the links for rip

Pomegranates - “The pomegranate fruit is brim full of seeds, and as seed in Chinese 子 zǐ also means children, it chiefly symbolizes a wish for many children. This can be emphasized by portraying children with pomegranates in a picture. The pomegranate is sometimes known as the ‘Chinese apple’. The first trees were brought into China from Afghanistan during the Han dynasty. It is an appropriate as a marriage gift with the inscription 榴开百子 liú kāi bǎi zǐ ‘the pomegranate brings forth a hundred seeds/sons’.” (Source)

Roses - “The Chinese monthly rose (月季 yueji) is famous for the fact that it blooms almost every month of the year. For this reason, the Chinese rose is also known as ‘the eternal spring flower’ (長春花 changchunhua), and is thus a symbol of longevity.” (Source)

Ravens and stars - personally representative of Morpheus himself

The tea:

Da Hong Pao is the most expensive tea in the world. Literally. Specifically, when it comes from the original grove of trees that grow Da Hong Pao leaves. Morpheus is flexing his wealth and influence that he can give her not just one casket of this million dollar tea, but two.

8 oranges:

8 is the specific auspicious number for couples (4 is an unlucky number)

Symbolizes good luck (source)

2 bottles of expensive ass whiskey:

“Gift for father-in-law: 2 bottles of hard liquor or red/white wine Symbolises prosperity and a harmonious atmosphere in the family” (source)

Whiskey is Willow’s preferred alcohol

2 pairs of dragon-Phoenix candles:

See above reference in the dragon Phoenix motif

“Lighting fancy candles is an indispensable part of traditional Chinese wedding customs. Often used in weddings, such candles are mostly adorned with patterns of dragons and phoenixes and flowers to convey good wishes for prosperity and auspiciousness. Therefore candle often used in traditional Chinese wedding is also known as dragon and phoenix candle. According to historical records, there were wedding candles as early as the Six Dynasties. They were used at weddings in the Southern Liang Dynasty (502-557) and became a custom after the Tang Dynasty (618-907). Wedding candles had played a significant role in the marriage ceremonies in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties (1600-1644). Thus, dragon and phoenix candles had witnessed countless marriages in centuries.” (Source)

Gold jewelry (copied from AO3):

Gold jewelry for the bride is part of the traditional Guo Da Li gifts

Reader's crown/necklace/earrings/cuffs are intended to literally be the jewelry found at the archaeological site of Troy as part of "Priam's Hoard." This treasure trove of beautiful gold artifacts predates the Trojan War period by hundreds of years. Morpheus does not dabble in reproductions, especially not for the woman he intends to take to wife. Yes, he used magic/his powers/the Dreaming to secure the originals. https://www.ancient-origins.net/artifacts-other-artifacts/treasures-priam-golden-riches-legendary-city-troy-003350

Dowry/bride price (copied from AO3):

“The tradition of Pin Jin stems from the Chinese belief that that when a daughter is married, she leaves the family while the in-laws receives her into theirs. Thus, Pin Jin symbolises the bride’s value to the groom’s family. It is also given to create goodwill between the in-laws.” (Source)

I deliberated for some time over how Morpheus would present her dowry. Gold bars are sort of ugly/modern/don't have that much pizazz. Instead, Dream reached through time and space and collected gold coins from throughout human history; Ancient Chinese coins, Ancient Greek (specifically Macedonian Greek) coins, proto-Indian (Kushan Empire, so 30-375 CE) coins. (There are other gold coins from other cultures, those are just the ones I point out specifically). Not only is Morpheus displaying his wealth, he's showing off his ability to acquire wealth that no mortal could. Every civilization that ever made gold coins is meant to be represented in her dowry, from every corner of the earth. Morpheus' powers are universal, not just restricted to Western Europe.

Reiterating that the point here isn’t that Morpheus is “buying” her. Her worth goes beyond words to him - he is willing to put his money where his mouth is (sprinkle sprinkle). He wants to show her and her family how much he values her in a real, tangible way.

#treehouse #dream of the endless x you #dream of the endless x reader #sandman #the sandman #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #lord morpheus #Morpheus #lord morpheus x reader #lord morpheus x you

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itsmahblebaby · 4 months

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Feeling whimsical, so I'm going to be doing a Persona 3 SLink sexuality list. Female protag only because not interested in Minato Arisato's friends and also I would need to think about Kenji twice and I would really rather not.

Junpei, Magician: Straight. Chidori canonically dies, and he canonically wears her necklace in later games. If Chidori lives, legend has it he dressed up as her on Halloween once. She was not happy.

Fuuka, Priestess: Bi, gay leaning. Lucia evolves through Natsuki leaving, despite death being the trigger for an evolution.

Mitsuru, Empress: She's pretty sure she's straight, but no she's gay. She will deny this at every turn, even as she's in bed with a woman at a love hotel

Hidetoshi, Emperor: Hard-on for justice, more likely to become a cop than Akihiko. Probably straight.

Bunkichi and Mitsuko, Hierophant: Bunkichi is definitely bi, and Mitsuko's entire personality is that she has a husband.

Yukari, Lovers: Either bi and straight leaning, or gay. Either way, she ends up in a passionate relationship with Mitsuru.

Rio, Chariot: Unfortunately straight. Her taste in men is horrible, too.

Koromaru, Strength: Bark!

Saori, Hermit: Gay. This girl is not even slightly straight, and she knows it. She knows society frowns upon it and wants to fix it, but can't fix what isn't broken.

Ryoji, Wheel of Fortune, and Pharos, Death: Playersexual, despite him trying to pretend he has interest in non-player women.

Ken, Justice: Beats me. Kids are usually the only ones who know that kind of stuff 99% of the time, since puberty is when your interest in that normally kicks it into being recognizable from the outside.

Maiko, Hanged Man: See Ken.

Bebe, Temperance: French, unfortunately.

Tanaka, Devil: This man gets so turned on by money that he lets you skip Nyx simply by paying him. His masturbation tools are his bank account and charts that have the line go up.

Mutatsu, Tower: If you asked him 50 years ago, he'd probably try to give you an answer. Nowadays, he doesn't care what you label him as. But he's pan.

Akihiko, Star: Asexual and aromantic, easily. Even entering into a relationship with him takes much more effort than the others, and he could get at least half the school to enter a relationship if he wanted to. But it's annoying, and he'd really rather not.

Shinjiro, Moon: Does it matter what a boy who died years ago thinks? One so haunted by the weight of his sins that he does nothing but wait for the reaper to finally take him, as he poisons his body with drugs that silence his loud mind? Asexual, heteroromantic. Likes cuddling.

Akinari, Sun: Does it matter what a boy who- he's gay. He realized this when he saw some yaoi at the hospital.

Aigis, Aeon: Playersexual, literally has Kotone or Minato touch her most private place so she doesn't forget them.

#Persona 3 #Persona 3 Portable #femc #kotone shiomi

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roleplayfinder · 1 year

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( MxM - Mafia/Criminal/Thriller with dom/sub themes - OCxOC )

In the dark alleyways and secret halls laid unspeakable abysses that weren’t for the faint of heart. Disappearances, violence and exploitation of the weak were daily, yet no one batted an eye to the surrounding horrors that consumed the less fortunate. The innocent city turned sinful at night and gave purpose to those who knew how to take an advantage of its dark side. Alex didn’t mean to be swallowed whole by the underworld. Just a few little gigs to pay off debts he should have not taken in the first place. But then he met him, and nothing was the same anymore.

I’m looking for a mafia/criminal themed, definitely NSFW based plot with someone who wishes to create a powerful gang leader/criminal mastermind character that falls for a temporary subordinate, wishing to own him and to bend him to his every will. I have little to no limits for the themes and subjects, and my wish is to create a long term roleplay with someone who wish to be invested and excited about building the plot and the relationship between two weathered characters that find comfort in each other’s madness. The events can take place in any major city, such as New York, Seoul or Tokyo, and we can brainstorm the baselines and starting points as we go on. I recently made a muse I have been loving to play, and I wish to create a slightly modified version of him that satisfied your wishes and the script we eventually come up with.

As of the style of the roleplay I’m looking for someone who is literate, writes 3-5 paragraphs per response and plays a dominate male character. The length is obviously irrelevant in situations with a lot of dialogue, but I personally write a lot. I only write on Discord, and either DM or private server is okay with me. I’m 30yo female and my timezone is UTC+2, and I’m fairly active chatter OOC-wise too. I create excessive character profiles and tend to go in dept into the roleplays I have as I love to write, so beware of that if you wish to message me! All the characters should obviously be +18yo, and I wish that you are too. If you are a ghoster do not bother at all, as I don’t want to waste my time.

I can prove you with more information through the chat or message system here on Tumblr, and we can see if there is a mutual desire to move forward with the idea. I’m also interested in any master/pet themed MxM plots, so if you have a different storyline on mind don’t hesitate contacting me with the idea.

#submission #eighteen and over #utc+2 #thriller #thriller roleplay #thriller rp #mxm #mxm roleplay #mxm rp #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #ocxoc #ocxoc roleplay #ocxoc rp

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berkeleycollege · 2 years

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Popular Actress Finds Time to Earn Her M.B.A. at Berkeley College

Danielle Rose Russell was born October 31, 1999 in New Jersey. She started doing commercials and print ads as a child. At the age of 13, she was cast in the film, “A Walk Among the Tombstones.” Danielle fell in love with acting and shortly after completing her role opposite Liam Neeson and Dan Stevens, she was cast in the Cameron Crowe film “Aloha” opposite Bradley Cooper, Bill Murray, John Krasinski, and Emma Stone. Danielle then did several other projects including “Wonder,” “The Last Tycoon,” “Measure of a Man,” “The Originals,” and “Pandemic.” In 2018 she portrayed Hope Mikealson in the spinoff of “The Vampire Diaries,” “The Originals” (2013), and “Legacies” (2018), which ran for five years. At about the same time that Danielle was starring in “Legacies,” she began the Bachelor of Business Administration degree program at Berkeley College. Last year, she completed her degree and graduated cum laude. Beginning in January 2022, Danielle enrolled in the Berkeley College Master of Business Administration in Management degree program. She is currently in her third semester. How do you manage to find the time to study with such a busy schedule? The convenience of being able to complete my Bachelor’s from my laptop! I would bring my laptop to set almost every day I could and literally work from my chair on set, when I was getting my hair done in the mornings, or during lunch. And, of course, tons of caffeine. What prompted a successful actress to pursue a degree, let alone a Master’s in Management? Not only do I enjoy school, but getting my degrees has proven to be extremely useful in my profession. The beauty of an M.B.A. is its emphasis on leadership skills, which is essential in the industry. What has your M.B.A. experience been like so far? So far, it’s been really great! More challenging than undergrad, but I have honestly enjoyed it more. A huge reason why I chose Berkeley for my college education is how accessible everything is online. I have been able to work what I consider to be two full-time jobs without ever sacrificing my education. Do you see anything in your courses that are relevant to working in the entertainment field…like producing films, doing budgets, etc., in our program? Learning finance and accounting has been a tremendous help, not only as a functioning adult in society, but also as an actress. As a young female performer, it is crucial to protect myself and understand the business side of the entertainment industry, made much easier through the knowledge I have acquired via my degrees. Any interest in getting on the other side of the camera and producing your own shows or films? Yes, absolutely! I had multiple conversations with our showrunner on “Legacies” about directing. I was fortunate enough to have gotten a first-hand education in film by watching and studying from some of the most talented people in the industry. Our show got canceled unexpectedly so unfortunately, I was never able to direct, but I will take what I’ve learned with me for the rest of my career. And finally, other than completing your M.B.A., what are your plans for the future? Other than my M.B.A., I am focusing on returning my life back to balance after being on the show for five years. I have considered pursuing my education even further after graduation, but have no solid plans yet. In the short term, it's back to auditioning for the next gig and focusing on friends and family. [bts/disclaimer1] Originally published here: https://berkeleycollege.edu/berkeley-today/2022/10/popular-actress-finds-time-to-earn-her-mba-at-berkeley-college.html

#Berkeley Today Stories

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chaoticyumelikes · 2 years

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Hello, the truth is, I don't know if you can request more than once, but even if I am going to request 😅

how about some hc of the devil (Cuphead show / Yes again xd) with a female reader or gn who is very shy, stutters and with a little touch he is already a tomato (not literally) but he really loves physical affection lots of hugs hugs, pampering, snuggling and almost always the reader tells him that he loves him that he loves him very much, take care, you are the best but when he says it he always hides his face all red and stutters because of embarrassment hehe

(and if you like to stroke the devil's horns)

sorry if it's long hehe

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Well, luckily this is long as well. Hope I managed to satisfy a bit of your curiosity.

The Devil with a shy GN!reader

My, aren't you just adorable!

When you first meet the Devil he believes you are one of his multiple "fans" who stutter in fear of his presence. What made you stand out from the crowd was that unlike his other "fans" you weren't running away.

Perplexed by this, he takes it upon himself to ask "Well? Aren't you running away as well?" and you just stood there giving him glances while just as quickly looking away.

"I-It's n-nice to meet you." you managed to squeak "M-My name is..." he could have sworn you said your name but you just said it so meekly his hearing didn't catch it (and he could hear every muttered complaint and whisper around Hell which led the poor soul to torture so the fact that he couldn't hear your name was a feat in itself).

"What was that?" he rose his eyebrow. "My name is-" "SPEAK UP! Ugh I don't have all day, you know?"

When you finally speak up your name he gives you a little mm-hmm as a response while casually analyzing his claws "So.... What deal you wish to make, hm?"

"What?"

"What what? The deal you wish to make! That's why you've approached me right?! What is your little heart's desire?"

"I-I" you suddenly blush " I just wanted to meet you." at this he was surprised. Normally when people met him it was out of self-interest. They always wanted power, money, anything he could give him and he would give them just that.... For a price. But you.... You just genuinely were... His fan? A true fan?!

" Well of course you do!" He puffed up his chest "I am the most interesting being on this isle! Why, I have stories for days!!" And thus, with an arm around your shoulders he began doing his favorite thing - to talk about himself. You, of course, didn't object and listened intently to his every word.

° The Old Scratch himself was extremely happy to have your honest attention on him. Should someone make fun of your stuttering or your shy nature he is quick to send a painful reminder to never do it again ESPECIALLY in his presence. His sense of hearing became especially attuned to your voice where should you speak to try and get into a conversation only to be interrupted, the Devil will shush the other person to hear your input.

° Your shy nature makes you surprisingly observant and you can give out some sage advice as well so this demon is going to listen!

° Honestly he only notices his romantic feelings towards you when he notices you speaking to someone without stuttering. That person was most likely a friend of yours trying to persuade you to stay away from him. Without loosing a bit, or even stuttering you affirmed that the Devil was your friend and you weren't going anywhere. And that was it... That word.... Was wrong. It FELT wrong. It also felt wrong how you didn't stutter when talking to your friend. Were you afraid of him afterall? Usually that would be ideal so why couldn't he even entertain the idea of you running from him?

° Fortunately, Henchman came to his rescue, albeit unknowingly, when he asked his boss where his new partner was. While the Devil dismissed Henchman's simpleton ways of fanciful name calling for a friend, Henchman explains he meant it as a romantic partner.

° "OH! W-What??! No they don't see me like--- I'm not--" then it clicked. The old demon king began recalling all your shy antics around him, your stutter, your blushing face, your quick glances aaaaand he had to facepalm at his own lack of insight. You weren't a fan of him, well you were but because you actually liked-liked him!

° From that point on his behavior somewhat changes. He gets more touchy, more cuddly and overall just far more affectionate towards you. He will tease you relentlessly until you break and have to ask him "a-are we d-dating?" to which he answers with a mischievous little grin and a little dismissive wave of his hand "Well if you insist!"

° And thus began your romantic path together. He does try to get you out of your shell while your mere presence calms him even in the presence of Cuphead. Especially in the presence of Cuphead! Where he takes your hand hastily in his in the hopes of calming down. Once he looks at how red you are, you are getting teased by both him and the boys until your face couldn't get any redder.

° When you hide your face and can no longer make coherent phrases is when the fun stops and he cuddles you while telling you how absolutely adorable you are.

° When you do tell him you love him he stops functioning for a few seconds and then his tail wags happily while he repeats it trying to act cool. As he spots you almost melting in your own bashful ways he will say it far more times and louder so he can get to see you flustered ™.

° Overall a lil sh*t but he is YOUR lil sh*t

#cuphead show x reader #cuphead #the devil #devil x reader #henchman #gn!reader #The devil x reader #ask

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kyovtani · 4 years

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𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟏)

– pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

– genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

– word count: 10k

– warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation, praising, (soft) dom!kyou, semi public fingering, dry humping

[ part two ]

— summary: the story of two broken souls finding and falling for each other...(im so bad at summaries it's basically you slowly falling for kyoutani's sweet soul have a good day)

"I can't believe we're actually doing this", you mumble and stare at the door of the tattoo shop like your life depends on it, "for a girl you've known for like what – a month?", you add, your words not even reaching your best friend who's currently trying her best to not just pass out and all you can do is let out another loud, doubtful sigh.

At this point, you have no idea how many times you've questioned the reasons behind your friendship with Hana, especially in the past few weeks. Just the fact that you're currently standing in front of a tattoo studio because she's decided to get inked simply because of the girl she's been crushing on for not even two months, shows what kind of sacrifices you’re ready to make for her. Never in a million years would you do something as crazy as this, whereas Hana didn't even hesitate.

And even though you'd love to play the bad guy and tell her how irresponsible and childish she's behaving, you can't help but smile every single time you watch the way her face lights up when she's in the presence of the pretty faced tattoo artist. You don't know how, when or where she met her but no matter how different your best friend and you are, her taste in women is great and to say you trust her with her choice in lovers would be an understatement, which is why you agreed to spend your only day off at a tattoo studio and actually get a tattoo.

"We're going to have a shit ton of fun, I promise", Hana tells you, her eyebrows raised in excitement and her lips stretched into the biggest smile and again, you can't help but let out a little sigh of skepticism.

“Come on, don't be like that, babe! Remember, we're currently trying to get you over your very first heartbreak and this is just another opportunity for you to find a guy who will actually fuck your brains out and treat you like the woman you are, right?", she adds and this time you can't help but roll your eyes at her words before scrunching your nose up in disgust and then, just as usual, the thoughts of said break up start floating your mind.

Pictures and precious moments of you and your boyfriend — now ex — of two years send shivers down your spine and you hate the way those memories have your heart breaking into pieces but no matter how much time passes by, you just can't seem to get over him.

Terushima Yuuji, your first crush, your first kiss, first boyfriend — and the reason for your very first heartbreak.

Fortunately, you're already at the stage of acceptance but the fact that you've been going through several phases of pure pain and wrath in the past few weeks are literal proof that you've come a long way. You've never experienced such intense pain before; after all you've never even thought about what it'd feel like to be cheated on before you goind out that the boy of your dreams has been fucking his neighbor for over four months. And now, a couple of weeks, lots of vodka shots and hair dye later, Hana has decided to make it her mission to get you laid and you can't even deny that she's been doing a pretty good job.

Every guy she has introduced you to turned out to be your type or at least interesting enough for you to actually give a second thought to it.

However, none of them managed to make you go crazy in the way you've been craving it. You don't know exactly what you've been looking for but that doesn't mean you don't know what you don't want. And you are very aware of how maddening that might have been for your best friend, who's been trying her best to get you dicked down but she knows your view on sex and how you won't just let anyone in which is why she's remained this patient.

After that catastrophic break up of yours, you've been dying to expand your experience regarding sex and everything about it just because you wanna show this fucker of Terushima Yuuji that you're not a prude; you don't know how or with whom, but you know you will. Which has to be the real reason as to why you let her drag you to places like this.

"Let's just go in and get this done", you reply, "wanna go back home and watch my tv show", you can literally hear Hana's response in form of an eye roll and without wasting a second, you lift your hand up and give her the finger before finally pulling the door open.

A soft little sound follows the two of you and you feel your eyes widening as soon as you come to stand in the hallway of the studio and no matter how hard you try to, you can't help but stare at the huge picture of a naked woman on the wall in front of you. The attention to detail is incredibly impressive and you don't know if it's because of her huge breasts which are literally falling out of her teeny tiny shirt, but you definitely do mouth a silent "wow".

"Welcome", an excited, yet soft voice pulls you back to reality and with your heart hammering against your rib cage you shift your gaze to the young woman standing next to you, "so happy you made it, Hana", she says and gives your best friend a short hug which has her blushing and smiling like crazy and reminds you of the main reason for your visit again.

“And you must be Y/N, the best friend, am I right?", she continues and shifts her attention to you, holding up her tattooed hand with a sweet smile on her pretty face and for the first time ever, the girl Hana's been crushing on makes a good first impression.

“Exactly", you reply and take her hand, your eyes following the dark lines starting from her fingertips and ending who knows where inside of her sweater, "nice to meet you, Saeko".

“I guess she's been talking about me, huh?", she laughs and throws her arm around Hana’s shoulders, pulling her closer to her body and the way you can literally feel the nervousness your best friend’s currently radiating has you chuckling.

"Do you guys want to have something to drink or should we get started right away?", Saeko says and looks at you first before she places her hand on Hana's neck and locks eyes with her. And you can't even deny that their chemistry has you a little uncomfortable. Just from the way they're currently looking at each other you feel like they're going to fuck in the next few seconds and won't even bother asking you to leave.

“Let's get to it and then do the talking later on, hm?", you say immediately and let out a small sigh of relief when your best friend pulls away and agrees to your suggestion.

“Alright then", Saeko replies and runs her fingers through her red hair, "Kyoutani, my best friend, will take care of you, Y/N, I hope that's fine", with your eyes slightly widened you look at Hana for help and when she gives you an encouraging nod and mouths the words "he's hot", you let out a sound of agreement.

And all of a sudden the walk through the hallway of the studio feels like an eternity.The Thought of actually getting a tattoo has you a little more terrified and anxious than you thought and the dark yet comfortable and somehow scary atmosphere looming in the air doesn't really do anything to calm your wrecked nerves. And then there's the fact that you have to spend the upcoming minutes with a guy you don't even know and at the mere image of the amount of awkwardness you can feel your heart picking up its pace.

You try your very best to not let those negative and worrying thoughts get to you but the closer you get to the room, the more you feel like you're actually going to pass out which just gets ten times worse when Saeko comes to stand in front of a room and smiles at you.

"Here we are, Y/N", she says and motions for you to follow her, "may I introduce you to our best one, Kyoutani Kentarou", and as soon as that name falls past Saeko’s lips, the blonde lifts his head up and basically stares right into your soul.

As if he was locking you into a cage with nothing but his strong eyes. The way he’s observing you has shivers running down your spine and for some reason your mouth has started going drier and drier with each minute passing by.

And then, all of a sudden, you feel a tiny, yet hot jolt of arousal shoot through your body, making you let out an inaudible gasp.

"Hello", Kyoutani says, his voice so deep and raspy you almost miss the way he gulps harshly but with the way you're staring at him, you manage to notice it right away. However, your brain doesn’t allow the thought of him being just as affected as you cloud your mind.

“Hi, Kyou!", Hana suddenly laughs and waves at him from behind you and even though you so desperately want to turn to your best friend to silently ask for help, the way he starts chuckling softly has your heart skipping several beats.

You're already sure you've never seen anything as pretty as his face but as soon as his lips stretch into a smile, every single word in your vocabulary vanishes and you're literally left speechless.

“Hey, little one", he greets the fellow blonde before he finally stands up and easily becomes taller than Saeko.

“That’s the best friend?", Kyoutani asks and looks at you again, this time a little more hesitant with his heavy gaze and you hate the way you enjoy his hungry stares.

Never in your life have you felt as exposed to someone as you do right now and you don't even know what exactly it is about him that has you going absolutely mad.

"Yes, this is Y/N", Saeko says and looks at her best friend, obviously trying to get his attention but failing miserably since Kyoutani doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are still focused on you and with a shaky sigh you finally manage to look away.

“This is her very first tattoo so give her as much time as she needs, yeah?”

And after another beat of silence, Saeko gives you one last smile of encouragement before she takes Hana's hand and pulls her away from the two of you, not even giving her the chance to say anything else.

"Sit down, please", Kyoutani says calmly, pointing at the chair in front of him and you hadn't even noticed that he had sat down already. You do as he says after taking off your jacket and your bag, feeling his eyes on you the whole time and at this point you're scared he might actually notice how worked up he has you with nothing but his gazes and that deep voice of his.

"Calm down", he says, almost whispering and now you're convinced he's playing with you on purpose yet you can't even hide how much you like it, "it will hurt, not saying it won't but it's not bad, trust me", Kyoutani continues, cleaning up the inside of your arm with a little tissue before he grabs the little paper with the tattoo of your choice which is the moment where his ink clad hands catch your attention.

"Is it okay like this?", Kyoutani asks you, pointing at the blue lines before he looks up at you again, receiving an affirmative nod in response. You watch him pull out the black gloves, hiding his pretty fingers behind the thick material.

"So", he begins, cutting through the disgusting sexual tension in the room which has you gasping for air, "tell me something about yourself, doll", and as soon as his words reach you, a wave of pure arousal rushes through your veins, leaving you an even worse mess.

You gulp harshly and take a deep breath, trying your best to form a proper sentence but with the quiet buzzing of the needle in the background, you keep losing track until all of a sudden the fear of annoying him overwhelms you and the urge to cry shows up out of nowhere.

"You don't have to-", "I just uhm recently moved to Tokyo for college and I major in communications. Hana and I have been friends for ten years and share an apartment close to the campus. And I have a really bad sweet tooth", you interrupt him, surprising him and yourself with your sudden outburst and when you get yourself to look at him again, an amused expression lays in his pretty eyes, making your heart skip another beat.

"You're cute", Kyoutani mumbles and scoots closer to you before he reaches for the needle on the table, "I wanna get to know you, Y/N", he adds and looks into your eyes and places his hand on your wrist. With your heart thrumming inside your throat, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the whimper that's been trying to escape ever since you first laid eyes on the pretty tattoo artist.

After observing your face for a reaction, he shifts his attention back to your tattoo and you don't know if it's the way he so casually asked you that question or because of his strong aura but one of those two reasons manages to distract you so much that you don't even realize he’s started already.

"Excuse my bad manners", he says and finishes the first letter, "I am not the best when it comes to flirting so I usually just say what goes through my head. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please just tell me and I will stop, yeah?", Kyoutani is calm but there's something about him which seems energetic and strong, a little hectic maybe and you're determined to find out what exactly it is.

You let out a deep breath and look at him with an appreciative smile on your lips, feeling yourself calm down even if it's just a little bit.

"May I ask what you mean with 'get to know me'?", you reply, your question lingering in the air for a couple of seconds and when you look down at your arm again, he has already finished the second letter.

"You know, the usual", Kyoutani mumbles and dips the tip of the needle into the black ink before he starts again, "wanna take you out on a date, fuck you in the backseat of my car, then get some cake afterwards and just — see where it goes".

And that's when your mouth goes completely dry within the time span of a second and the longer you stare at him with your eyes widened and lips parted in surprise, the more your head starts spinning because of the way his words have your cunt throbbing in absolute despair.

"That was quite straightforward, I know but you can't tell me you've not been thinking about fucking me as soon as you stepped through my door so why make a big deal out of it?", Kyoutani replies and wipes away the excess ink on your tattoo with a little tissue before he looks into your eyes again and takes a deep breath, obviously enjoying the way his words have left you speechless.

"I'm not- I don't do- I can't just-", "Calm down, doll. I didn't ask you to fuck me casually, like that friends with benefits kinda shit", he interrupts you softly, his hand caressing yours gently and you can't believe that just this small touch has you craving for more, "I wanna get to know you and see what happens. Maybe we won't be attracted to each other anymore as soon as we talk a little more or spend some time with each other or perhaps we'll fall in love, you never know. That's what I was talking about.”

You nod at him, appreciating his words of reassurance even though you still feel light headed from the previous parts of the conversation.

"I still wanna fuck you, though, don't get me wrong. To be really honest with you, I'd just give it to you right here if you asked me but of course I won't. I might not be a gentleman but I am not an asshole either, so", he sighs, "I'll pound you into my mattress when the time has come.”

You look at him with your brows arched in shock, not quite able to process his words even though they seem to echo inside of your head for what feels like an eternity. Your eyes focus the way he licks his lips before he starts working on the third letter so casually.

And even though you should feel offended or at least a little turned off by his boldness, the more you think about his suggestion, the more excited you seem to get and you have no idea why. It took you three whole months to ask your ex boyfriend to just touch you; literally too shy and nervous to simply say the word sex and now all you want to do is spread your legs and let Kyoutani have his way with you.

"Listen", he begins softly, his deep voice cutting through the thick tension like a sharp knife, "if you have a boyfriend or simply don't want this, please just tell me and I promise you, you won't ever hear from me again", Kyoutani lifts his head and looks right into your eyes, the warm brown surrounding his iris filled with tenderness and something that makes you feel so secure and comfortable you feel yourself getting lost in that exact feeling.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding in, your body slowly starting to function properly again and even though you're still a little overwhelmed, you manage to form and voice a response.

"I don't have a b-boyfriend, not anymore", you begin, receiving a satisfied nod in response, "and for some strange reason I feel way too comfortable with you", Kyoutani smiles softly, halting his movements before he tilts his head to the side, "b-but I don't have a lot of ex-experience when it comes to...sex", you literally whisper the last word, a jolt of insecurity and uncertainty rushing through with such force it has you stumbling over your words like a three year old.

And when you shift your gaze away from Kyoutani's strong eyes, he is quick to place his fingers under your chin and make you look at him again.

In that moment you notice the way the tenderness has been replaced by something a little darker, a little more serious and even though he's literally looking at you like he's about to devour you alive, you don't make any efforts to move out of his soft grip.

"Keep going", he mumbles, "please", Kyoutani whispers, his voice now almost hoarse and so raspy, you're a little taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor.

"I've had s-sex before", you reply and still wonder why the hell you're so open about your sexual experience in front of a guy you've known for ten minutes, "but my boyfriend — ex-boyfriend didn't like any foreplay and that kinda stuff so it was always penetrative sex only", a deep sigh of embarrassment leaves your lips and the fact Kyoutani has caged you with his stares does not really help to make you feel a little less anxious.

"Selfish bastard", Kyoutani hisses and rolls his eyes, "did he at least make you cum?", you shake your head softly, trying your best not to lose the last bit of composure you have left but hearing him say such dirty words has your pussy throbbing in a way you’ve never really experienced it before.

"I'll give it to you so good, baby, make you cum so many times you won't even remember your own name. You just — have to ask me", you don't know if it's the pet name or the way his voice has dropped another octave but without missing a beat you start nodding like your life depends on it.

"No", he suddenly says and puts the needle down before he carefully takes your face into his hands, "you have to say it. Use your big girl words for me, doll. I wanna hear you say all those naughty things.”

"Please..", you whisper, “please, fuck me”, his face way closer to yours then you remembered and the way his hot breath is fanning your skin has you at a loss of words, making it so much harder for you to regain your composure.

"You're going to drive me crazy, I just know it", he grunts harshly and lets his pretty eyes roam your face attentively before he places the softest kiss on the corner of your lips, eliciting a sweet whimper from your dry throat.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering close as he takes your ear lobe between his lips and starts whispering, "I wanna do so many things to you, pretty girl”, his words are promising and exciting; they easily make the wet patch in your ruined panties grow and just when you’re about to gasp for more air, he continues.

“I wanna make you sit on my face so I can tonguefuck that little hole of yours until you’re crying and begging for my cock. And then, when I finally do fuck your pretty cunt, I want to shove your face into my mattress and watch you cum around me again and again and again until you physically can’t take it anymore...how does that sound, baby?"

Another soft whine manages to slip past your trembling lips, waves of hot arousal leave you absolutely breathless and the feeling of your drenched panties sticking to the hot flesh of your pussy makes you shift in your seat.

"Sounds perfect", you reply and can't believe that you actually managed to even form a proper sentence, since you’re way too overwhelmed to even realize what's going on.

And if it wasn’t for your best friend's loud laugh, it would have taken you another couple of minutes to find your way back into reality.

"Good girl", Kyoutani suddenly pulls away and reaches for the needle one last time, his eyes still focused on you and you know he enjoys every bit of despair and neediness written all over your face to the last bit.

"Are you free tomorrow?", he asks you, giving your tiny tattoo the last few touch ups and finishing the fourth and last letter, knowing it's because Saeko and Hana will be here any minute. You reply with a sound of affirmation and let your eyes nervously roam his handsome face; taking in the sight of his thick eyebrows and the tiny little ‘x’ adoring the skin right underneath his left eye before you sigh softly at the appearance of a tiny little dimple as his plump lips stretch into a smile.

"Is it okay if I pick you up around six? We can have some coffee and just drive around for a bit, hm?", his words pull you out of your little trance, and your brain easily processing them.

"Sounds good, I'm in", you reply and smile at him, watching the way he starts cleaning up your finished tattoo with careful touches and just as he wipes over it with a tissue one more time, Kyoutani looks up at you and nods with a teasing smirk plastered on his pretty face.

"I love your tattoo by the way", is the last thing he says before he lowers his gaze to look at your new life long accessory with a big smile, "now you'll always think about me fucking you when you see it.”

And even though his words have you incredibly flustered, you can't help but smile brightly when your eyes roam over the four little letters of the word rain.

A deep sigh leaves your lips after finally getting yourself to tell your best friend about your conversation with the attractive tattoo artist and the longer she looks at you with her pretty eyes widened, brows arched and parted lips, the more the feeling of discomfort overwhelms you.

It's not like you can stop thinking about it anyway so after keeping it to yourself the whole ride home, you couldn't hold it back anymore.

But as silence fills your best friend's room, it takes you every ounce of self control to not just leave and never say a word again. His words keep echoing inside of your head like a broken record and every single time you think about the way he looked at you, your cunt starts clenching and you feel your whole body starting to get hotter and hotter until it’s barely bearable anymore.

But, no matter how much you've enjoyed the attention and all those new emotions overwhelming you, there are still a shit ton of doubts and thoughts giving you a really hard time to just enjoy the new experience. And after a few inner battles with yourself, you've come to the conclusion that telling Hana might be the best and only decision to make in this kind of situation.

You don't know what you expected her reaction to be, especially since you haven't even processed the whole situation for yourself yet, but at least you finally got it off your chest.

"I did get that right, didn't I?", she asks and runs her finger through her bleached hair, finally snapping out of her shocked trance, "Kyoutani Kentarou, one of the most intimidating guys I've ever seen, asked you out on a date and talked about pounding you into his mattress?", Hana repeats slowly and as she does, you feel another wave of embarrassment wash over you.

"Finally!", Hana suddenly yells, throwing the pillow on her lap to the side before she jumps onto her feet and looks at you with big, excited eyes.

"You're finally getting a guy who not only treats you right but also fucks you well, this is amazing!", excitement seems to ooze out of her facial expression, making you let out another soft sigh because even though you're incredibly grateful for her support, something about the whole situation makes it all seem too good to be true.

"What?", your best friend says, her face dropping as she watches the way you furrow your brows in skepticism. "I don't know, Hana", you sigh, "do you really think I should do this? There's just something so odd about it", and again, your mind goes absolutely crazy.

You have no idea how or why but as soon as you think about the pretty faced tattoo artist, your body goes through a whole rollercoaster of emotions and the fact it's already happened a couple of times within the time span of one day is incredibly exhausting.

"Stop that shit, right fucking now", Hana replies, rolling her eyes so hard you're scared they might get stuck and the way she exhales way too loudly lets you know that you’re in for a ride. "Stop trying to sabotage your own love life by looking for dumb reasons as to why it won't work out, Y/N. You are a beautiful woman who has been stuck with the same asshole for almost two fucking years without even getting dicked down properly. You deserve this, you need this and most importantly, you want this.” Her words are filled with determination and don’t leave much room for discussion, as usual.

“I know you do because I saw the way you looked at Kyou and you think you're not supposed to agree to it just because you think it's morally wrong to fuck a guy you've known for less than a day but that's not true. If both of you are interested and actually want this, then why would it be wrong?", Hana finishes her little speech by sitting down next to you and taking your face into her tiny hands, calming you down and actually waking you up in the way you've been craving it.

"You're right", you mumble and take a deep breath, your heart thrumming in your throat just because you finally got rid of this heavy burden on your chest and can feel it being replaced by nothing but excitement, "I want this."

The next day comes way too fast and by the time it's five thirty already, you have no idea where the day went. You're still just as excited about meeting Kyoutani as you were yesterday, the nervousness and anxiety definitely haven't been easy to handle.

During your lectures you had a hard time staying focused solely because he had texted you a couple of minutes prior and you haven't stopped thinking about the message ever since. It wasn't even anything crazy or extraordinary. Kyoutani simply asked you where he should wait for you, yet just seeing the little "hey, this is Kyoutani" at the beginning of the text message was absolutely enough to take your breath away.

You know he probably won't try anything and even though you're more than just grateful about his reserved attitude, a little part of you wants him to throw all of that out of the window and just pound you into the mattress the way he had promised you to.

But, just as Hana had advised you the night before, you've come to the conclusion that taking things slow will make opening up to him a lot easier for you.

However, you are not quite sure if your body is going to cooperate when it comes to your plan. You feel like losing it and he hasn't even showed up yet so you really have no idea how you're going to handle being in his presence again. But, no matter what, you're going to try your very best to make the best of it.

And when your last lecture finally finds its end, you feel the heaviness on your chest increasing drastically; making breathing become a whole challenge and you're surprised you haven't fainted yet. With all the adrenaline and arousal rushing through your veins, it takes you a lot of willpower to not just cancel and go home because the more time passes, the worse it gets.

And as the thoughts in your head go absolutely crazy, your gaze meets a really familiar face. The one you’ve been trying to forget for the past few weeks.

The face of Terushima Yuuji.

He looks at you and his lips stretch into a soft smile, making all those memories replay inside your head as if you hadn't spent over three months trying to erase them from your mind. And yet again, you find yourself hating him for everything he had done to you. Despite the fact that there wasn’t any ounce of love or affection or generally positive emotions left, there's still this deep, intense wrath inside of you, which is enough to distract you from the excitement.

"Y/N", a deep voice, which definitely does not belong to your ex-boyfriend, pulls you out of your anger filled trance and with your brows furrowed in confusion you start searching for the person the voice belongs to.

And then your eyes meet the sight of Kyoutani Kentarou.

"Hi", he says and starts smiling at you, his plump lips looking even more perfect in the sun as well as his tanned, flawless skin.

You can't help but stare at him in awe, your insides twisting and turning the longer his eyes roam your face and the mixture of tenderness and hunger has you gulping harshly. You feel yourself becoming tiny in his presence, his dark clothes building an intense contrast to the light color of his hair and after observing his face for some time, you let your gaze wander a little.

"Up here, doll", Kyoutani mumbles, placing his fingers on your chin and making you look up at him, "if you keep looking at me like that, I am definitely not going to go easy on you and I'm really trying my best to take it slow with you.”

You start nodding, your fingers wrapping around his inked wrist softly and even though it takes you another thirty seconds to get back to reality, Kyoutani does not scold you for it. You can tell he enjoys your needy eyes and how worked up he’s gotten you already, the amused little smirk on his lips giving it away.

"Hi", you finally manage to get out and the way Kyoutani throws his head back with a soft chuckle leaving his lips, has your heart hammering against your rib cage and even though it might be too early, you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely insane.

"Who's that guy?", Kyoutani asks you, his eyes never leaving yours and though he could have meant every single male student on the campus, you know exactly which one he's talking about.

"My ex-boyfriend", you reply quickly and take a deep breath, an eye roll following your words because of the mere thought of Yuuji.

"He's approaching us. Do you want us to walk away? Or do you want to annoy him a little?", you look at Kyou in confusion, the amusement sparkling in his pretty eyes easily making you feel a lot more comfortable.

"I'm going to touch you, though, are you okay with that?", he asks and for the first time ever, you feel a hundred percent sure about something.

The way Kyoutani puts you first gives you the incredible feeling of being valid enough to be asked for consent. Yuuji never did anything without asking first, too, you always felt obligated to agree.

"Yes", you say, giving him a confident smile.

And then Kyoutani's hands find their way to your waist, caressing you softly and the way your whole bodyfalls into this amazing haze of comfort makes you wonder what might happen if he touched you in a sexual way.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you", he suddenly whispers into your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck and you don't know if it's his deep voice or his fingers tightening their grip on your soft flesh but something elicits the softest whimper from your throat, giving away how badly you've been craving his presence.

"I know we agreed on taking things slow and I won't try anything unless I am sure you're ready but I kept imagining how pretty you'll look with my cock stuffed inside of your tight pussy", he breathes, his hands slowly wandering to your lower back before he finally takes the flesh of your ass into his palm.

A soft gasp escapes you and without even overthinking it, you bury your face in the warm crook of his neck, the arousal leaving you completely lightheaded.

"M-More, please", you whisper and finally get yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, the fear of falling onto your knees a little too present as the minutes pass by.

“Look at your pathetic little ex-boyfriend", Kyoutani continues, pressing his body a little more against yours, making it easy for you to feel his hard muscles through the fabric of his sweater, "I bet he came after thirty seconds and then wanted you to get off by yourself, right? What a fucking pussy.”

You get lost in the constant clenching of your cunt, the urge to rub yourself against anything just to ease some of the pressure on your sensitive clit overwhelming you and at this point you don't even care about your current location.

"I'll fuck you so good, so much better than that ridiculous piece of shit over there. And you know it, too, right, pretty girl? I am sure you've fingered yourself to the thought of my cock filling you up to the brim with my cum once you came home, haven't you, baby?"

And when you look up at him in pure shock, the feeling of being caught making your blood freeze in your veins and as you look up at him with glossy eyes, Kyoutani starts smiling before he pulls away from you.

"He's gone", he says and runs a tattoo clad hand over his buzzcut, "let's go, I'm starving".

"B-But what about– what about me?", you whisper, stumbling over your words like a little child and all of a sudden you can’t even get yourself to form a proper sentence.

"What about you, baby?", Kyoutani asks and tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming your face with brows furrowed in fake confusion and you know he's teasing you, but the arousal has already taken over you in the worst way possible.

“I – you can't just say all those things to me and then leave me like this", you pout, your boldness surprising you and for some reason you feel extra proud for actually voicing out your thoughts for once.

"Let's go to my car first, hm? I'd rather talk about these kinda things in a more private place than here", is the only thing Kyou mumbled before he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the parking lot.

Because you’re not used to dealing with such heavy arousal, you can't help but actually get mad. With your arms crossed in front of your chest you shoot Kyoutani an annoyed glance when he opens the door to the passenger seat for you.

You take a deep breath and take a few seconds of being alone to calm your nerves and stop yourself from letting your crazy hormones take over your rational thinking but for some reason every single attempt ends up being a failure. And as soon as Kyoutani plops down onto the seat next to you, you just give up and let out another sigh of frustration.

"You're such a brat", he suddenly grunts, his voice a lot more hoarse than just a few seconds ago but when he pushes his right hand between your legs, and cupping your drenched cunt just like that, a loud gasp falls past your lips and you look at him in pure shock.

“Look at how wet you are already", Kyoutani growls, "acting all innocent and sweet but in reality you just wanna have your sloppy little pussy fucked, don't you?", he starts rubbing over the big wet patch on your lace panties and for the first time today you're actually grateful for your decision to wear a skirt instead of jeans.

His touch drives you crazy, his inked hand looking like it literally has its home in between your thighs and the longer he teases your needy clit over your panties, the louder your whines become. Your fingers wrap around his wrist almost brutally, hips rocking against his pretty fingers in hopes of getting at least some kind of friction.

"P-Please, Kyoutani", you whine, throwing your head back as soon as he pushes his thumb against your clit, the arousal in your body literally suffocating you and with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you shift your gaze to the blonde.

"What? What do you want? Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want and I promise I'll give it to you", he encourages you.

You can feel his hot breath fanning against your skin, driving you even crazier and all of a sudden the urge to feel those plump lips on yours overcomes you.

"Touch me", you whimper and gasp for air, your hips constantly moving against his hand, "please.”

And even though you literally just asked for it, you're still more than taken aback when Kyoutani pushes your panties to the side and slowly slides one of his long fingers into your drenched core. You let out a loud moan, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist as he starts moving his digit inside of you, his thumb still rubbing circled into your clit and even though you masturbate on a regular basis, feeling someone else's fingers like this has your head spinning in a different kind of way.

"You look extra pretty like this", Kyoutani mumbles and picks up the movements of his thrusts, "all fucked out and ready to cum", his words have you clenching around his fingers and you are very well aware of the fact that he can feel it too but you're too far gone to even try to keep it down. At this point Kyoutani doesn't even do much, you're literally riding his fingers and once he inserts another one, you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as another loud whimper leaves your lips.

"I bet no one knows what a dirty little whore you actually are, hm? They don’t know how desperate you are to have your slutty cunt completely wrecked and stuffed to the brim with cum, right? Open your eyes, baby", he demands and despite the overwhelming feeling of your upcoming high coating the tip of your tongue, your lids flutter open and the second your gaze meets his dark eyes, a soft moan of his name leaves your lips.

"I'm c-close", you whisper and dig your nails even deeper into his skin, recklessly moaning his name into the thick air of the car and even though you have had orgasm before, this one seems to come way faster, harder and way more intense than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

"Come on then, sweet girl. Be a good little whore and cum for me", Kyoutani encourages you, his words literally throwing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. So hard, your vision turns white for a couple of seconds and you feel your drenched cunt literally going numb from all the clenching but it doesn't matter because of how far you’re being pushed into the sweetest haze of pleasure. You have no idea, what you say or how loud you are but when you slowly open your eyes again, the whole word seems to be completely silent.

"How are you feeling, doll?", Kyoutani whispers, his eyes roaming your fucked out face attentively.

You’re very well aware of the fact that his fingers are still knuckle deep buried inside of your clenching pussy but for some reason you don’t seem to care. He caresses your inner thigh with his thumb and the way your juices are covering his skin has shivers running down your spine.

"Good", you mumble and get yourself to run your finger sthrough his pretty hair, "so fucking good, thank you.”

"You're still clenching", he suddenly adds and you feel yourself tensing up as you look up at him because you, in fact, did not realize he could actually feel the soft aftermaths of your intense high.

"Do you want to go again, baby? If you want to, you just have to ask me. I'd even let you ride my face in the backseat in the middle of this parking lot if it was up to me, all you gotta do is say it", Kyoutani looks at you with big eyes as he slowly starts pulling his fingers out of your pussy, eliciting a soft whimper from you and making a wave of emptiness hit you.

You try to straighten your skirt again after properly pulling your panties back into place and when you look up at Kyoutani, you expect a lot but not the sight of him pushing his fingers into his mouth and sucking at them like his life depends on it.

“F-Fuck", you whine, pressing your thighs together as if you didn't just get fingered a couple of seconds ago.

“Hmm", he hums and pulls the digits out with a soft blop before placing them on your bottom lip, "you’ve got such a sweet, sweet pussy, pretty girl.

“Can’t wait to eat you out for hours", Kyou chuckles and pulls you closer by your chin as he places the softest kiss on your lips and pulls away again, wiping the excess spit onto his pants and then reaching for his seatbelt.

"Do you always do it like this?", you suddenly ask, your anxious thoughts getting the best of you yet again.

You start playing with the rings on your fingers as tense silence replaces the comfortable atmosphere and you hate yourself for asking such a blunt and random question just because your guilt has been fucking with you.

"What do you mean?", Kyoutani replies, eyes focused on the street ahead of him as he looks at you every now and then.

You gulp harshly, "do you always get intimate this fast?”

A beat of silence passes by, giving you the opportunity to make your question echo inside of your mind and before he even manages to process your words, you find yourself looking for anyway to save yourself.

“God, I don't even know why I am asking you this and you don't have to answer it. But I just – I can't stop overthinking this since I've literally never been with anyone but that stupid ex of mine and now I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. And- And stuff is happening too fast and on one side I want to ask you to do the dirtiest things to me because I've been craving this kind of attention for so long and we actually have chemistry but I also feel like a whore and even though I really like it when you call me one, it's just a little – overwhelming".

And when you finally finish your little outburst, a loud sigh falls past your lips before you finally get yourself to look at him again. Whereas Kyoutani just smiles at you, a soft blush on his cheeks and lips slightly swollen from his constant biting.

"Y/N", Kyou sighs softly, making you realize that he has stopped driving and surprisingly you manage to hold the intense eye-contact, "I've never been in a serious relationship because I got my heart broken by my childhood crush almost five years ago. The fact that I even considered taking you out on a date is proof enough about how much I want this – how much I want you.Please believe me when I say I'm serious about you. ”

You watch the way he undoes his seatbelt before turning his body to face you before he rubs the side of his pierced nose with his thumb.

“You're not a whore – well okay, you're my whore but that's not the point of what I'm trying to say", Kyou looks at you with his plump lips stretched into a cheeky smirk and of course you get incredibly flustered.

"I know we've only known each other for less than two days but fuck that. Fuck all that stereotypical shit which makes dating socially acceptable. We started off like this but who gives a fuck? I'll wreck your pussy and buy you flowers or bring you to the movies afterwards if I wanted to. It's nobody's business what we do and how we do it, as long as everything happens with mutual consent. And if it gets too much for you or you realize you're still into your ex or just not into me, we'll end things. That's it", are the last words he mumbles before he gives you one last look of reassurance and then finally – goes in for a kiss.

You're taken aback by the sudden feeling of his lips on yours but as soon as your head processes the current situation, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, shifting your whole focus to be on Kyoutani Kentarou and his sinfully pretty lips.

The kiss starts off slow, tender, almost innocent and pure, especially compared to what happened just a few minutes prior.

Kyoutani kisses the way he talks: with determination, dominance and in an incredibly consuming way. He makes it so easy for you to feel like the whole world is disappearing and all of a sudden every single worry in your head vanishes.

The way he shyly pushes his tongue into your mouth has your head spinning, his taste coating the muscle of your tongue in the most sinful way possible and you love how the jolts of pure arousal shoot through your body. As soon as he starts sucking on your bottom lip, a loud whine falls past your lips. Your hands find home at the sides of his tattooed neck, making it easier for you to deepen the kiss.

"I think that's enough for now, huh, baby?", he whispers against your swollen lips and you gulp harshly, subconsciously nodding even though you barely registered his words.

"Let's go now because we're both not ready to fuck just yet, which will most likely happen if we don't stop now", Kyoutani adds and the fact he included himself has your chest blossom with the sweetest warmth.

To say that Kyoutani Kentarou has changed your life without you even realizing, would be the best way to describe the development of your relationship with the tattoo artist.

Some people may say his presence has been affecting you in ways not everyone would approve, but that’s something you’ve stopped bothering about weeks ago.

Because despite your skepticism and doubts in the beginning, you’ve now come to enjoy every single moment.

When you fell in love with Yuuji back in high school, you were convinced there was no way for any other person to be as good of a partner as him. Now, almost three years later, Kyoutani proved all your theories to be wrong.

Oh, and how he did it.

Kyoutani’s made it a tradition to wait for you after your lectures, coffee and some sort of sweets in his hands. You can’t deny that at first it did overwhelm you a little, after all you weren't used to such treatment by a male.

But as time went by, you also have become a lot more comfortable with those little yet so important gestures. Something that also surprised you in many ways was the amount of compliments Kyoutani threw your way.

Yuuji would tell you little "you're hot"s or "pretty"s whenever he was high or horny or – both, whereas Kyou looks at you for some time only to break into a huge smile and mumble sweet "you're so beautiful"s several times a day. And no matter how many times you get to hear those words, you always end up incredibly flustered and shyly thank him for it.

With the weeks passing by, you’ve become someone you've never thought you'd be.

However, the more you grow into said person, the bigger your love and respect for yourself has become.Which basically reminds you of the most important difference between Kyoutani and Yuuji.

Your ex and very first boyfriend always made you doubt your own worth, whereas the guy you're currently falling head over heels for has managed to make all those negative thoughts vanish. It's only been two months since you've met Kyoutani Kentarou but his impact on your life has been huge – in every aspect possible, especially when it comes to your sexual activity.

With your ex boyfriend, you’ve never been on the receiving end when it came to pleasure.

The process of having sex with him usually consisting of some sloppy kisses and him getting to stick his dick inside of you, only for him to last for barely a minute. You didn't mind it at the time; after all you were in love with him and if he was satisfied, so were you, even if you had to get yourself off after he was finished.

To Yuuji your pleasure was never really important or relevant, whereas Kyoutani’s number one priority seems to be your sexual satisfaction. There hasn't been a time where he asked you for a blow- or a hand job, not even after making you cum several times in a row with his fingers or his tongue only.

You'd always notice the way he'd grind into the surface underneath him, his deep moans against your hot, spasming cunt also one of the things which let you know that he was enjoying it as much as you, yet – nothing.

"This isn't about me, baby", he'd whisper into your ear after you had finally gotten yourself to ask him if he wanted to fuck your throat.

Nevertheless, Kyoutani keeps expanding the circle of your sexual experiences and at this point not one day passes by without him at least burying his fingers inside of you. However, none of you has tried or decided to give your current "relationship" some kind of label and even though Kyoutani has made his intentions pretty clear in the beginning, there's still something that bothers you about the lack of clarity.

"Why would you even think about shit like that, Y/N?", your best friend says and looks at you with her newly dyed black hair falling into her pretty face, "I mean – just the way he looks at you should be enough for you to know how much he actually likes you", she adds and instantly rolls her eyes when she receives another desperate and rather frustrated sigh in response from you before she grabs one of the boxes on the floor and disappears into the storage room behind the counter with a shake of her head at your behavior.

"Y/N, a ten out of ten coming right in", Sora, one of the prettiest girls you've ever laid your eyes on, who also happens to be your coworker, whispers your way as you start cleaning the work place in front of you.

And as you take a deep breath in order to calm your crazy thoughts, your eyes suddenly find the strong gaze of Kyoutani Kentarou, the unexpected sight making you gasp softly.

"Fuck, he's hot", Sora mumbles and you want to look at her, lift your head up and see the way she's drooling over the guy you've been falling for in the past few weeks but you just can't free yourself from him. And you know you're currently staring at him like he's some kind of science project or something like that but you can't help it, not when he looks like a walking sin.

His freshly dyed, silver buzzcut complimenting the color of his eyes, the leather of his pants hugging his strong thighs in the best way possible and in combination with his significant leather jacket he looks like the heartthrob described in every modern romance novel.

No wonder Sora has already started eye-fucking him; the only difference between the two of you being the fact that you actually know what his touch feels like.

And just like that a hot wave of arousal breaks down onto you, making your heartbeat pick up its pace to the point where you can barely hear anything from the loud thrumming inside your ears.

"Hello! Welcome to Wonderland, my name is Hayato Sora; what would you like to order?", are the words which suddenly pull you back to reality, and with a soft shake of your head you shift your attention to the scenario playing right in front of you.

"Hi, can I get a small, iced americano and that blueberry muffin right there, please?", Kyoutani orders, his voice as smooth and deep as usual and you love the way it makes your cunt clench in despair.

"Great choice! That will be 6.30 please", your coworker replies and gives Kyou another one of her famous smiles, whereas he only seems to have eyes for you.

"You may wait at the end of the counter, your order will be ready in a bit", "Thanks", the tattoo artist replies and gives the pretty faced girl one last, quick smile before turning his full attention to you.

"I know we said I'd pick you up after your shift but I finished my last client a little earlier than I expected so I thought I'd show up right after, I hope that's okay with you", Kyou says to you, running his pretty hand over his head.

You can literally feel Sora's shocked gaze boring into your side and within a second a dark feeling of discomfort fills your chest, making it a lot more difficult for you to lift your head and lock gazes with Kyoutani again.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?", Kyoutani asks and starts observing you with worry-filled eyes.

"Y-Yes", you reply and take another deep breath, the tension in the air suffocating you in the worst way possible and you can already feel yourself getting light-headed.

And just as you're about to continue, Sora's voice cuts you off: "Oh, you two know each other? How come?", she says, your eyes finding hers, the dark color around her iris suddenly becomes even darker in everything but a good way.

“Uhm, yes – this is Kyoutani Kentarou", you hesitate, not daring to look at him as the following words leave your lips, "he's a friend of mine.”

You can feel the air thickening right after your introduction; the tension is so thick and intenso so, you're sure you'd be able to cut it through with a knife.

"I see!", Sora says, a cocky smirk plastered to her pretty face as she shifts her gaze back to Kyoutani. The tattoo artist looks at you with big eyes and you can feel the disappointment and literal shock in his gaze burn into your skin.

"Then I'd actually really like to get to know you better, Kyoutani – mind if we exchanged numbers or Instagrams if you're more comfortable with that?", your colleague keeps going, playing with her long brown hair and blinking at the tall male like she is about to devour him alive.

And the amount of hate and disgust rushing through your body has chills running down your body.

"Yeah, sure", a deep voice suddenly replies and you can feel your chest tightening.

"Great, I'll go and grab my phone real quick!", Sora laughs, her fingers tracing Kyoutani's arm quickly before she disappears again.

"A friend, huh? Is that what I am to you, Y/N? A fucking friend?", Kyoutani hisses, his eyes observing your face for some answers and you want to look into his face and deny it but your anxiety is holding you back.

You can feel his anger through his sharp tone, the accusing words and the disappointment in his tone and the urge to cry takes over you; a thin veil of tears blocking your sight almost immediately.

"Do you fuck all of your friends, hm? Do all your friends get to finger you? Answer me, for fuck's sake!", he hisses and you let out a soft sob, not ready to deal with something like this in the middle of your work place with the possibility of your coworker seeing you like this.

"You could have just told me that you weren't as serious about us as me", Kyoutani suddenly spits, "but you knew I wouldn't have done all those things to you if you told me, right? Don't want to lose your little boy toy, yeah? It’s not like I fit your little college girl aesthetic anyway- You know what, Y/N? Go fuck yourself", are the last words he throws at you like they’re literal poison on his tongue as he ignores the way the tears stream down your cheeks because of how you're trying to calm down and find the right words.

But you...don’t say anything. You don’t stop him. All you do is watch.

You watch Kyoutani type his number into Sora's phone with his typical charming smile on his face before he winks at her and leaves the coffee shop without looking at you again.

And that’s when you know you fucked up.

– (A/N: So- there will be a part two to this because Tumblr acted up and told me 20k is too much for a fic. thank you so much for all the love and support, i truly appreciate it. feel free to leave any form of feedback if you did enjoy this monster of a fic. all the love, zade xx)

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niqhtlord01 · 3 years

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Humans are Weird: World of Warcraft

Alien: so you can pick any species you want and you still pick to be a human? Human: What’s wrong with being human? Alien: We don’t have enough time or emotional stability to break down that question. --------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: So this game has beings from other worlds… Human: Yup. Alien: and beings from different realities…. Human: Yup. Alien AND beings from different points of time all coming together? Human: Pretty much. Alien: how the hell do you make sense of it all? Human: Just follow the objective icon. Alien: Seriously? ---------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Which faction should I be? Human: Depends on how much you like winning. Alien: I do like winning, I guess. Human: Then go Alliance. Alien: Do they win a lot? Human: They haven’t lost in an expansion yet. Alien: That doesn’t sound fair. Human: It’s alright; we in the horde have all the interesting characters. -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: I don’t want a class that’s too difficult. Human: Go warrior then. Alien: Is it complicated? Human: You hit things with a sword until they die. Human: Pretty straight forward to me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Why does this game have such impact in the real world? Human: I mean it did predict a global pandemic. Alien: You’re joking. Human: The CDC contacted them and asked for all the information and statistics they had for their own research. Alien: Wow….. ---------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: I just love my night elf character! Human: They do look impressive. Alien: And I love our starting area! Alien: I can’t wait to spend more time here. Human: Yeah, I’ve got some bad news for ya…… ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: What was this lich king’s plan again? Human: To kill everyone on the planet, raise them as undead, and fight the burning legion. Alien: Okay….but then what? Human: No one really knows. Alien: Because the players killed him before he could explain? Human: Because the writers never planned that far ahead. Alien: That seems like an oversight in storytelling. Human: You’ll get used to it. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Did this “garrosh” truly do nothing wrong? Human: I mean he did technically nuke a city. Alien: That seems pretty fraking wrong to me!!! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: This jailer man says that no one escapes the maw. Alien: but I was able to escape maybe twenty minutes after he said that. Alien: Did I miss something? Human: No, but the designers did when they made their new main villain seem incompetent right from the get go. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: I was told that if I wanted to role play I should go to goldshire first. Human: That depends entirely on how much gold you have and how much mental scaring you can endure. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Why does everyone keep calling this thrall character “green jesus”? Human: Because he can do no wrong. Alien: Didn’t he cheat in a duel and use his magic powers? Human: Correction; the writers “say” he can do no wrong. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: OMG! I found a chest! Human: That’s- wait are you in classic wow? Alien: Yeah, why? Human: Just wait and watch the chest. *Both watch as another player approaches the chest and is ganked by three players* Alien: How did you know? Human: You must believe that every good fortune you come across is a trap; because chances are it is. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Is this Greymane a good leader? Human: He did save his people from the undead by summoning an army of worgen. Alien: So he is a good leader. Human: The plan back fired and as a result a large portion of his kingdom became infected with the worgen curse. Alien: Soooo….. Human: No, no he is not a good leader. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Sylvanas is amazing! Alien: She’s such a hero! Human: You know she poisoned and murder a huge amount of people right? Human: Like, she was a lich king in all but name for years. Alien: You just don’t like female characters. Human: She literally is siding with the equivalent of the devil in this expansion and is the main reason for the global war in the last expansion. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Should I capture these flags? Human: It would be nice if someone would. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Can I be an undead paladin? Human: Why would you want to? Human: Any time you’d use your abilities you’d be damaging yourself. Alien: I’m a gluten for punishment. Human: oh. Just go into the crypts below stormwind then for that sorta thing. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: How does my gear look? Human: *Inspects* Pretty shitty actually. Alien: Nonsense! Alien: They’re all legendary items! Human: First off, they’re all common; second off, you’re color blind. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Why does this pig not drop a liver? Alien: Do not all pigs have livers? Human: You can’t expect every mob to have the same item drop. Alien: We are not talking about items, we are talking about internal organs. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Alien: Why is no one freaking out that I am walking around with a demon dog with no face? Human: You should see what some people transmog in. Human: Compared to that a faceless dog is normal. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

#HUMANS ARE WEIRD #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #world of warcraft #funny #shadowlands

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Love is Selfless, It's kind (Part 2) (loki x female reader)

Summary : After his breakup with Carla, loki comes back to see the sweet lady who helped him. You

Warning : steamy situations, mention of abuse

Tagging people who might be interested @purplekitten30 @colifower @rinacreateart @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @asipofwineandfandoms

Part 1

That's how I imagine him for this series 🥺❤️

There he was looking handsomer then ever. A simple black jacket, t-shirt underneath and black jeans. He made the most basic midgardian clothing look so hot good on him. He was looking around as if searching for someone. Was he looking for you? That can't be right, he wouldn't remember some random worker he met during one of the worst days of his life. He had someone with him, it was Hawkeye, one of the Avengers. As soon the people in the store recognised him, they wanted a picture with him, a selfie or something to sign. So there was a group of bunch of teens and nerds around them. Well Hawkeye basically, even though loki has saved a thousand lives since he joined Avengers, general public still stayed away from him. Some girl asked loki for a picture and you could see how happy it made him in the moment. He was truly adorable.

"I'm going to kill you loki, did you really drive me 20 miles to do unscheduled meet n greet in target of all places?" Clint glares at loki and it makes him chuckle "bask in the love my friend, you're the fortunate one" he looked around again, looking for the girl who helped him that day. And then his eyes met yours and he smiled. "There she is" you were on the other side, so he skipped his steps a little as he walked towards you. You felt nervous as he did, why did he come? Not that you didn't want him to but you were confused. "Hello y/n, remember me, I came last week, you made that beautiful basket for me and unfortunately I had to return it" how can you not remember him, you thought about him every day, Google searched him for pictures, is he here to take it back? Did he get back together with his cheating ex ? Maybe you should say something y/n, it's been 10 seconds you need to talk now. Don't beat Ross's record of the longest pause someone has ever taken.

"Ofcourse I remember you loki, how are you?" You ask him hoping he didn't hear the shakiness in your voice. "I'm doing well, I was..uhh mmm passing by from here and thought I would see how you were doing, so how are you sweet y/n?" Was he nervous too? why would he be nervous, you were just some random mortal. "I'm okay, well as good as I can be at work" you chuckle and it makes him relax a bit "umm would you like to sit down somewhere and talk ?"he asks you and you nod your head. You point towards the cafe, and he asks you to lead the way. "Your friend doesn't seem like he's having a great time" you look at Hawkeye and he looks like he's in literal hell, surrounded with bunch of kids n teens asking him to do different things.

"Don't worry about him, he should probably get used to this" loki smiles and it's the most infectious thing there ever could be, you can't just not smile when he looks at you like that. You both reach the cafe, and he pulls the chair out for you and you raise your eyebrows "ohh... You want me to" wow chivalry isn't dead huh. Why he is so cute? Instead of going to the other side, he picks his chair and places it right next to you. Too close, close enough that you can smell his cologne. And he smelled divine, well divine probably was an understatement. "So how are you doing loki, like how are you actually doing?" You ask him softly and he looks at you, did you care about him? It would be naive of him to think that. "I actually have an embarassing story to share, that night, after I left I went to Thor's birthday celebration. My brother thor?"

"Oh you don't need to introduce him" you giggle

"Figured, Ahehe, he brought this famous asgardian wine from his last trip to Asgard and I drank alot, like alot"

"And you did something you shouldn't have?" You interrupt him and he scrunched his nose in agreement. So adorable.

"Yeah, in my defense I was left unsupervised. So I drove back to Carla's apartment and created a humongous scene" he looked down and he looked sad, why would someone even want to hurt a guy like him. "Begged her to take me back and her new beau tried to throw me out and I shoved him into the wall, then she called the law enforcement and I spent the night in the midgardian cell ..so wow I am hearing myself and I sound like a lunatic" no he wasn't, it was bad enough that he was cheated on by someone he loved and on the top of it he had to spend his night away from his friends with no support. He was hurting and he was all alone. Your heart clenched at the sight of him. "You did what anyone else would have done in your place loki, it wasn't fair or nice of her to call cops, she could have called your friends, you know the Avengers? You didn't deserve to spend your night in the jail after you got your heart broken" You tell him and his eyes softens, you were so nice to him, so kind. But then so was Carla, when she met him, not exactly as nice as you were but he can't get carried away again.

"Thank you y/n, I just wanted to thank you again for that day for helping me and telling me that I'll be fine, I do feel okay for now" no that's not why he came today, he came because he wanted to see you, because he wanted to get to know you more, maybe be your friend? Would you want to be his friend? He had no idea, but he just wanted to see you again. "You don't have to thank me for anything, I did nothing" you squeezed his hand with yours and he smiled again, that damn smile. Maybe you shouldn't have touched his hand though, what were you thinking? "I wish I could take away the whole begging thing, it has been bothering me since" he chuckles a little but deep down he was embarassed.

"It's okay, forgive yourself for falling for someone who didn't deserve your love. I used to be with this guy I really loved like 3 years ago and then I caught him having sex with my best friend of 10 years, you know what I did after that?" You look at him and he nods his head in no, he had that typical quizzical look on his face. Damn adorable. Okay y/n, get a grip will you?

Loki couldn't grasp the notion of someone betraying you that too with your best companion. If you were his, he would die before..no stop that thought right there. "I had a full blown nervous breakdown, he broke up with me because he fell in love with her. And I was so dependant on him that I went on my knees and begged him to love me again, told him that I'll be better and more like her, we all make mistakes loki , now when I look back I cringe internally but hey I learned something and I'm stronger now" you smile at him but he didn't. The image of you on your knees begging and crying in front of some fool to love you saddened him, he didn't know you that well but he knew you never deserved someone who made you feel that awful. "I'm so sorry y/n" his eyes tears up a little bit and you're taken aback by his reaction. He was soft, maybe too soft for this world, this man in front of you, you could just tell he was still hurting and he was definitely love starved, maybe touch starved too.

"Umm sorry to interrupt but y/n you have been on this lunch break for 30 minutes now" you hear your supervisor interrupting your conversation and get up instantly "I'm so sorry I didn't realise..I'll get back now" you tell her and loki interrupts you "it's not her fault, please don't blame her. I'll let her get back to work" he stands up too and she smiles at him and gives me the eyes as she leaves "I'm so sorry y/n, I hope it wouldn't cause you much trouble, umm can I give you my information?"

"Don't be sorry please, I am glad you could share with me. And I'm sorry information?"

"The digits you have to share for this ? Cellular device? Mobile?" He takes out his phone and you chuckle. He was so from the other planet. Carla always scolded him when he embarassed her liked that, told him that he should have learned to atleast use basic midgardian tech by now but he didn't see the point of any of it. They have sorcery in Asgard, and they had people and birds who would pass around messages. All this was a little overwhelming for him.

"You're too cute" you smile and take his phone to save your number in it. Did you really just call him cute out loud, what a way to show him that you're totally not thirsting for him.

Did she just call him cute? Did you found him cute? he didn't say anything but his heart skipped a beat when you used the term for him and he blushed. As he takes his phone back he dials your number and you hear your phone ring. "I gotta go now okay? And by the way you should keep your phone locked, you know for security purposes" You tell him and he looks at you confused "umm lock as in lock it with a key?" Why was he so damn adorable, it made you want to wrap him in a blanket and snuggle him, you have used that word for him like a million times in your head now, "no loki, you have to use a code, tell you what, I get off work in like an hour so maybe I'll teach you how to do that?" You just wanted him to stay and you had the perfect excuse "yes please, I'll let you get back to work, I'll see you soon and I would definitely like to learn" he smiles, you wanted him to stay right? You wanted to help him with this stuff, you didn't make fun of him and you didn't even get mad at him for it. He couldn't have been happier.

That day you did teach loki more about his phone. You didn't judge him when he asked several questions about several things. Just admired how adorable he looked while he did. That day loki did drop you home and realised you didn't really live in a safe neighborhood, you couldn't afford it so he came to the store at the end of your shift everyday after that, when someday he couldn't because of Avengers duties, he would send someone, no matter how many times you insisted that you would be fine. That day Clint had to call a cab and flee because loki wouldn't just leave the store for hours. None of us like to talk about that to be honest. That day loki realised that he was going to fall in love with you and theres nothing he could do to stop it. That day you two became friends.

On your day offs from work, you both didn't meet. He would just miss you terribly and so did you. But you were just friends, nothing more so it's not like he could just show up at your apartment all the time. You two continued to talk on phone when he couldn't come see you and he told you about how he met Carla and fell in love, the more he revealed the more you got convinced that at some level she was emotionally manipulative and abusive to him, she used his need for affection and turned it into some silly little game. You didn't tell him that though, he really thought Carla cared for him atleast in the beginning of their relationship. But she would scold him and humiliate him for petty things, she didn't return his affections, no wonder he was so touch starved. How did she even resist though, you would be all over him all the time if he was yours, Clint told you how she would often punish him and cut him off for days if she was upset with him about something, he would be wrecked then he would go apologise untill she forgave him. Then she would tell him how much she loved him and they would have sex. Yeah definitely abusive.

"Do you have plans for tomorrow?" Loki asks you, you were doing the laundry while he was on call "actually I kind of have a date with this new guy from work" you tell him and he sits up on his bed. A date like a romantic date, you were going on a date with some mortal man. He felt his heart aching when he heard that. When you didn't hear him say anything you speak again "did you hear me lo?" Oh he heard you loud and clear. "Yeah I'm sorry, I got distracted with something" was he jealous? You couldn't tell, if he was interested in you he would have said something, you two have been talking and been friends for 3 months now. As much as you wanted more you were not sure about his feelings for you.

"Oh so yeah that's it, no other plans, what about you ? " You ask him and you hear shuffling in the background "y/n I have to go, I'll talk to you soon okay?" He says as nicely as he could and hangs up before you could say anything. You finish doing laundry and go back to your apartment and thought about this date and how much you didn't want to go, ever since your break up you have not been able to trust anyone, you trusted loki though. You knew he would never hurt you like that. You heard your door bell ring and it made your heart stop. Who could it be? You never have any visitors, you have to have friends for that, You looked through the peep hole and it was loki. Oh god it was loki, you ran towards the mirror just to fix your hair and see how you looked, not that it made a difference. You didn't even put make up on today so you looked your worst. You went to open the door and he looked sad? He had the same look he had when he came back to the store after he found about Carla.

"Don't go on this date, don't date him y/n" you look at him wondering what's going on in his head, you invite him in and he closes the door "loki what are you talking about?" He steps forward and he holds your cheeks with his hands "I don't want you to date him y/n" he repeats the same thing again as he looks right into your eyes "who do you want me to date then loki?" You ask softly, he looked so vulnerable, so pure, so hurt, all you wanted to do was make it stop. All the hurt, the self doubt he had, the insecurities, You wanted him to stop hurting, you were so done with him being hurt, it was so hard to watch that look on his face. "who do you want me to date loki?" You whisper as you grab a hold of his jacket with both of your hands and you pull him in closer to you until your nose his rubbing against the crook of his neck, you wanted to devour him right there "I uhh just want you to..I " he whispers but stops, you're too close, too close to him right now. Do you feel the same as him ? You must right? You treat him so nice, you have been so kind, so loving, but what if it's just friendship for you. He didn't want to lose you too "you what lo? Tell me what you need, what do you want from me? How do you want me lo? " You clutch onto him more tightly. Is he still doubting how you feel for him? Do you have to jump his bones before he'll realise you're crazy about him?

"I want you to be mine in every way, my sweet y/n, more than friends. Want us together, me n you, just me and you" he whispers like an afraid child and your heart soared at the confession, this sweet beautiful gorgeous man wanted to be yours and he wanted you as much as you wanted him "Then have me" you say to him and as soon as the words left your mouth, he turned his face and you felt his lips on yours as he kissed you for the very first time, slow and soft at first but then you feel his tongue asking for permission and it was in that moment you realised how far gone you were for him. There's no coming back from this feeling, this euphoria you felt as his tongue danced with yours, you were ruined. There's no way anything would ever feel as good as this, this was the purest form of love you have ever felt in your life. And you couldn't wait to have more of him, all of him, every little inch of him in every way. He pulls away after a minute or so and looks at you with pure adoration.

"I'm sorry darling, I should have asked first" God this boy will be the death of you someday. You push him against the door and then you kiss him with the same intensity as he did. And he finally stopped doubting and he knew he would never be able to stop this ever again, he would be needy and clingy for you, he would want to be all around you, all over you,all inside you and he would give you everything he had in him, and everything he had with him, whatever you desired, all the love, all the sex, every penny in the world, all the affection, yes definitely that, so much of that, anything you needed, he would make all your dreams come true, for however long you chose to be with him, even if it was just for a moment.

Or a lifetime.

Or till you find out who he really was. A monster.

Part 3

#loki #loki x reader #loki x reader fic #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader insert #loki x you #clint barton #soft loki #sweet loki #loki x reader angst #loki x reader smut

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jt-artsandfics · 3 years

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Hello :D everything ok?I wanted to ask you, how do you think MK11's men would react, his girlfriend is always affectionate with them, but out of nowhere she stopped being affectionate, after a while she tells them that she has pain in her stomach because of too much excitement, she thinks they are really sexy (her arms, legs, chest, all of them) and she wants to have intimacy but she was embarrassed. I adore you!!! Thank you!I adore Raiden and Fujin so much 😍

Mortal kombat Men x Female Reader

(Mind you all I'm a guy so I'll do my best to work this to the best of my ability I sadly don't have all the men but I'll do a few of the boys) if you guys would like more of them I'm happy to do a part 2 to this.

Mention of Sex, sex talks, nsfw mentioned, hinted sex scenes, romance and fluff.

Raiden

Raiden has never really been used to affection, not physical intimacy. But after he met his sweet S/O it became an almost constant contact, it takes him a while to get used to it but all up he loves it, he lose so much tension in his body. He loves having his S/o curled up on his lap, wirh them watching her trashy tv shows or him reading. It's something he has grown so accusation to over the time he's been with his lover. So for her to one day just stop it's almost painful for him. The first day he let's it slide thinking she's just having an off day but when it comes around too the second night. When she doesn't curl up beside him he sits up beside her. " My light?, are you well" he ask softly resting his hand on her shoulder, she turns to face him and smiles sadly. "I'm alright just in a little pain" he's filled with worry and basically scopes her up into his arms. "Do you need medical assistance" she laughs lightly pulling him down into a kiss. "I'm alright Raiden, my body sometimes hurts when I get too excited, I just... I love you alot, and I want to express it more" she explains. He's still worried that he is responsible for the pain she is in. "Is there anything I can do to help with your pain?" She thinks alright before replying. "Umm.. It's kinda embarrassing..." He smiles lightly as he holds her close. "You do not need to be embarrassed with me love" he presses a soft kiss to her forehead. "I... I want to be more intimate with you" "as in intercourse?" His lovers face goes bright red as she blushes. "Yes, but only if your interested" "We will take it slow, you will need to instruct me, as I have never done this before"

Fujin

Unlike his brother Fujin love physical contact from the start. This man gives amazing hugs and will quite literally sweep you off your feet. So he will realise very quickly when his S/o is distancing herself from him. "My love? care you alright, you haven't been as touchy as in used to you being, have I don't something wrong?" He will ask hoping he hasn't don't something to offend her. "I'm alright Fu, just in a bit of pain is all, sorry to cause you any trouble" she whispers. He's is quick to pull her into a hug, "Is it anything I can help with, I don't like seeing you in pain love" he says while gently holding her. They stand there Fujin holding his sweet love before she speaks up. "I get this pain when I get too excited and I really love you, your handsome and kind and I love spending every moment with you" she explains while resting her head on his shoulder. He holds her softly rocking back and forth lightly. "I wish to spend every waking moment with you my sweet sunshine, I'm yours" he says as he presses a gentle kiss too her forehead. He can see that she's holding something back, something which is bugging her. "My love, there's something else isn't there?, you can tell me, I will not judge." He reassures her. She looks to him and then to the floor them back to him. "I... I'd like to be more intimate with you if you would like, I.. you.. you make me feel safe when your around and would like to be yours if you will have me" she says shying away. Fujin smiles brightly leaning down to kiss her. "I would be honoured my love, we will take it at your pace, I do not wish to over step boundaries, you are very important to me." He tells her in a hushed voice. "I love you Fujin" "and I You my little sunshine"

Hasashi Hanzo

Hanzo has been thought hell and back literally, he's lost the only people he cared for before his S/o came along. It took him a long time to get used to so much affection, not to mention different in cultures and time. Alot has changed since he was first in earthrealm. Along with being the head of the Shirai ryu, there are alot of thinks he wishes to keep to himself, one of those is you. Although there are many among his students who know of you two he is still very hesitant of showing affection outside of you're home. He loves you very dearly and do not wish to lose one of the few things he holds dear.

But nothing gets past this man, he may not say it right away but he notices the first time you don't take a chance to hold him that day. He sees toy distancing yourself from him and it causes worry over anything. Had someone hurt you? And now he stand beside you in the fire gardens in the late evening. "Chīsana honō, are you well, I've noticed you have been avoid touching me, are you hurt?" Her eyes go wide as she looks at him. "No, no I'm not hurt but I am in pain, i... I get excited seeing you and being near you and sometimes it just hurts inside." She tries to explain to him. He moves closer gentle bring his hand up to brush away some stray hairs hanging in her face, wishing not to spook her. "Have I caused you pain?" She shakes her head before leaning onto his hand. "No, I...I just don't want to push you, I understand that Harumi meant the world to you, and I dotn want to replace her. But I do love you and I want you to be happy" she says as he pulls her close holding her gentle against his chest as they sway lightly in the brezze that rolls thought the fire gardens. "You will never replace Harumi, and I do not expect you too, I am very lucky to have had her in my life for the time I did, and I am so fortunate to have found you, I have been given a second chance at life, and it's one I wish to treasure as much as I can." His voice is soft and it's what his little flame needs to hear. They stand there for a little basking in each others warmth and company. "What brought this on fiery one?, you normally very vocal about your wishes. Have I done anything to dull your fire?" She shakes her head before resting it against his shoulder. "No, I just started thinking things, but do not want to push you, as much as I would love to be more intimate, I understand that you still morne and I do not wish for you to forget Harumi" she says lightly again. Hanzonsighs lightly "perhaps it is time that I do love on, she wa any first love and will always be in my heart, but you are my love as well and you are very dear to me sweet one"

Kuai Laing

Kuai is a little oblivious when it comes to romance not only wirh the way he was raised and how his brother acted when he was younger made the man quite shy in certain aspects and situations but when it comes to how his lover feels and realising they haven't touched him as much as they normally do is is a little concerned. Later that day he seeks them out in the comfort of his own home. He finds his little ice fairy sat on the couch curled up in blankets. He nearly falls face first into her lap as he crawls onto the loauge, something he was still getting used to. "Is it getting a little too cold to hold me now?" He ask lightly looking up into her eyes as he makes himself comfortable with his head in her lap. Her fingers twitch before giving in and running over his face and thought his hair. "No, no Kuai, just haven't been well kinda in a bit of pain" she explains lightly. He speaks up in concern. "Are you hurt?" "No just um.. getting to excited around makes my body hurt sometimes, I enjoy being close to you" she says reassuring him that he's done nothing and she isn't hurt. He sighs in relief as he runs a cold hand up to the side of her face smil ijng lightly as he plays with a small part of her hair. " Is there any way I can make up for such a pain I bring you?" She laughs lightly before smiling at him. "Come up here and kiss me would make up for it" he chuckles moving to sit up and pull here into a kiss, it's heated and sweet something they both enjoy. He pulls away resting his forehead against hers. "I hope that will suffice but I'm happy to give more " he replys. "For someone cold to the touch your fucking hot you know that" he laughs again pulling her closer go his body, wrapping them both up in that blanket. "I know I don't normally watch Television but tonight I just want t to be close to you so put on what ever you wish my little snowflake." He says placing more kisses on her skin. "God's I love you, you know" she smiles leaning up to kiss him again. "And I love you very, very much my sweet love, my little starlight and snow drop."

"Get over here, sweet talker"

Ft sub-zero Bi-han becuase I'm a slut for him

Bi-han did what he wanted most times, he had many lovers over time most were just to saite his desires, but his S/o was very much different form the many woman and men he had been with.

And it's the reason he wishes to take things slow. Even thought it is very much the opposite of how he normally was. He had aged out of his rebels teen years. And found someone that makes him feel complete. Bi-han is the less likely our of the bunch to realise his S/o is distancing herself from him. But when he does figure it out he is very handsy. "My soul, are you alright?, you have been avoiding me. Have I done something to anger you" he ask pulling her close to him resting his head over her shoulder as he wraps his arms around her stomach and pulls her against his chest. "I'm alright Bi-han just haven't been feeling well" she replys earning a rasied eyebrow from him. "Snowflake, are you pregnant?" Is the first thing that he ask. It's quite before She starts laughing lightly. "Bi-han, you haven't even slept with me and I don't exactly leave the house so if hope the fuck not" she says laughing as she leans back into him. "It made you smile, and I do so love it when you smile so brightly my love." He replys and leave small kisses agaisnt her neck. "But that is something I wish to speak to you about" she says turning around to face him. " Pregnancy?"

"No, that I would like you to sleep with me, Bi-han."

"And perhaps get you pregnant?" He jokingly jest . She lightly punches his shoulder. " Do you have baby fever that badly?" She ask looking up in to his eyes. "I just would love to see you with a child, you would make a beautiful mother my love, and perhaps baby fever is part of it too" he hums before pulling hsiblove in for another kiss. "Your a tease toy know"

"Just for you my snowflake"

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storiesforallfandoms · 3 years

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worst first ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1649

request?: yes!

“MGK and his girlfriend reader are doing worst first podcast with brittany furlan(lee) and there all cute. Sorry if this one is weird. Love your writings <3″

description: in which they go on a friend’s podcast to talk about their worst first experiences

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

Sharing my most embarrassing and personal stories on a podcast for the world to hear was definitely not how I expected to be spending my Monday afternoon. But there I was, sat in front of a microphone next to my boyfriend, Colson, across from our friend, Brittany.

Brittany had invited us on to her podcast, Worst First, where the point was basically to talk about your worst moments in life. I was a pretty private person, so I was a bit skeptical about going on the podcast, but I had trouble saying no to Colson’s blue, puppy dog eyes.

“Have you guys ever talked about your worst first relationship stories?” she asked us.

“I don’t think I’ve told Colson all of mine,” I admitted.

“I don’t think I have either,” Colson agreed. “I feel like we definitely have a lot of stories that we just haven’t gotten around to sharing yet.”

“What’s some you have shared?” Brittany asked. “Like...okay, starting off easy, what is your worst first ‘I love you’ story?”

“A girl I was hooking up with said it to me during sex once,” Colson responded almost immediately.

Brittany and I laughed at his quick response. “What, like a one night stand?”

“No, it had been a few times,” Colson explained. “It was this girl, for lack of better words she was a groupie. She followed me to basically every American show I performed and would track me down at the after parties. It was long before I even met (Y/N), so I decided ‘fuck it’ and slept with her a few times. The last time, we were...you know...doing the deed, and she suddenly tells me she loves me.”

Even though I had heard this story before, I couldn’t help but snicker as I heard him tell us again. “That will never not be funny to me.”

“What happened to the poor girl?” Brittany asked.

“Well, me - having some brain cells - went to her hotel room instead of bringing her to mine. So I just got up and left. Never saw her again. I’m pretty sure we have each other blocked on social media and everything.”

“None of my stories will ever measure up to Colson's,” I said. “I’m just an actress, I’m not a world famous rockstar with groupies and shit.”

“What’s your worst first ‘I love you’ then?” Brittany asked me.

“My ex before Colson, I planned this special date where I cooked us dinner, dressed up all fancy, bought lingerie to surprise him with and all. I told him I loved him for the first time over dinner and he broke up with me basically immediately afterwards, then left.”

“That’s cold!”

“It’s not as good as having a groupie tell you she loves you during sex.”

“You have plenty of interesting stories,” Colson said. “Your worst first date story is my favorite.”

Of course it was, because it was probably my most embarrassing story ever. I was going to kill him for bringing it up right now.

“What’s your worst first date story?” Brittany asked, leaning forward in her seat with her head resting on her hand.

I sighed, slightly annoyed that the story was brought up. “It was one of my first real dates. I was like...maybe 16 or 17, on the cusp of my fame so I wasn’t being followed by paparazzi or anything, luckily. This guy I had met about a month before the date had asked me out to this fancy restaurant on a first date, and I was so excited. I went and bought a new dress, did my hair and makeup, even shaved basically every inch of my body. I was so excited, and then the date came and...he was just...boring.”

Colson was covering his mouth to keep back his laughs and giggles, knowing what was about to come.

“We didn’t talk for the first 20 minutes of the date,” I continued. “I tried, but he just couldn’t keep a conversation. It took ordering our food for him to finally talk. Even then, he just talked about stuff I didn’t understand because he was an athlete and he counted his carbs to make sure he loaded them right, or whatever. Stupid shit.”

Brittany was absolutely engulfed in my story. “What did you do?”

“Well, I tried my best to stay throughout the whole date. I wanted to just up and leave so many times, but I figured that would be rude and, being young and naïve, I knew I didn’t want to be rude. So I toughed it out for as long as I could. It wasn’t until we had gotten our first course and he talked about himself for roughly another 20 minutes that I finally had enough and knew I couldn’t stay. So, I politely excused myself to the bathroom, where I found myself very fortunate to find that there was a window just above the toilet that was big enough that my small stature could wiggle out of it.”

I had Brittany absolutely hooked. She was literally on the edge of her seat, her eyes staring me down as I continued to tell my story. I felt my heartbeat picking up as I neared the most embarrassing part of my already awful date story. I wanted to end it there, to insist that was the worst part of the date, but I knew Colson wasn’t going to allow that.

“Unfortunately for me, the window wasn’t quite big enough for me to get through without some problems. So, I got up onto the toilet, I started to hoist myself out of the window, when suddenly my dress caught onto the latch to lock and unlock the window. I didn’t realize until too late, so I hurtle myself out of the window only to hear the fabric of my dress RIP loudly behind me. When I looked down, I had tore basically the bottom half of my super expensive dress off, which left me in just my skin colored tights with the underwear I had worn for the occasion being showed off for the world to me. To make matters worse, I didn’t bring my jacket to be able to cover myself up with.”

Colson could not contain his laughter any longer and finally began to laugh so hard that I could see tears forming in his eyes. Brittany covered her mouth in shock, but I could tell by the shaking of her shoulders that she was laughing, too.

“What did you do then?” she asked once she had composed herself enough to speak.

“I got what fabric I could reach and covered myself up the best I could. Borrowed a strangers cell to call my mom to come get me. I’ll tell you, the looks I got from that stranger and from the people around me were...interesting, to say the least. My mom got there just as the guy was exiting the restaurant, I guess finally realizing I had bailed on our botched date. I was so glad he never saw me like that. I’d probably be the subject of all his stories until the end of his days if I were. And I’m so glad I wasn’t famous enough to be tailed by paparazzi then or else my career would’ve been ruined before it even started.”

I could feel my face burning up with embarrassment as Colson and Brittany continued to laugh. It was truly the worst moment in my life, and I had yet to come to a point where I could look back and laugh at it. I knew it was such a hilarious story, but, until I could also find it that funny, I hated sharing it with anyone.

I got pretty quiet for the rest of our appearance. I only answered some questions from Brittany and told another story or two before the show finally ended. Brittany thanked us for being her guests that week and hugged us both, giving me an additional squeeze as she did so. I guess she felt a little sorry for me after I shared my story.

The ride back to Colson’s place started off quiet, before Colson finally spoke. “Are you mad at me?”

I looked up at him. “What? Of course not. Why would I be?”

“I made you tell that story.”

“You didn’t make me tell it. I could’ve said no.”

“But we both know Brittany and I would’ve begged you to tell it if you didn’t.”

He had a point. There was no way I was getting out of telling that first date story after Colson brought it up.

“I knew it embarrassed you, but I didn’t know how much until you got quiet around the end there. I feel like such a sack of shit for even bringing it up.’

I reached across to give his thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t stress it too much, babe. It is a super embarrassing story, but it’s one of my better ones. I always said I’d write about it eventually when I got famous enough to write a memoir.”

Colson chuckled at my joke and took my hand in his. He raised it to his lips, his eyes still on the road, as his lips brushed against my knuckles.

“We should’ve told the story about our first date,” I said, watching Colson’s face for a reaction. I giggled when I got the one I wanted: Colson’s face cringing at the memory.

“No way. I want to forget that first first date ever happened. Our second date is the first date, we agreed on that.”

I giggled and continued to tease him about it as we pulled into his driveway, which earned me a seat on Colson’s lap once he put the car in park, and his long fingers tickling my sides until I was crying from laughter.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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hotmesshapa · 4 years

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VIP • Bang Chan

pairing: bang chan x female reader

genre: smut • DJ!chan x stripper!reader

rating: 18+

word count: 4.6k

warnings: strong language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, slight jealousy, very light orgasm denial and spanking, a bit of fluff

a/n: this is the first fic I’ve written in literal years and I have no idea what I’m doing, so I’m sorry in advance lol. also shoutout to these lovelies for being interested from the start 🖤 @mikoto-ica-fics @missskzbiased @bratforbin @jungkooksbroski

There are three strict rules in the club: no touching the strippers, no romantic work relationships, and absolutely no sex in the club. Your manager had everyone sign off on his rules for a reason; you didn’t even want to imagine the chaos that could ensue if everyone was allowed to do whatever they desired in the club.

However, whenever Chan was DJing on the nights you worked, you always considered blowing off those rules. But you knew better. You both enjoyed your jobs at the club and wouldn’t risk getting fired over something as stupid breaking the few rules, despite the obvious sexual tension between the two of you. It’s not your fault that he always came into work wearing tight shirts that clung to his muscles in ways that made you drool. It’s not your fault that he flirted back whenever you playfully hit on him while handing off your playlist for the night. It’s not your fault you noticed the way his eyes hungrily stared you down whenever you were on the main stage, or the way his jaw clenched in jealousy whenever you took a guest to the VIP room.

But rules are meant to be broken, right?

Tonight starts out no different from any other work night: greeting the other girls and bartenders, taking a quick shot of tequila for an extra boost of confidence, and digging through your purse trying to find your flash drive of songs you want played for your routines.

“Got anything new for me, babygirl?”

You snap your head up at the sound of the handsome DJ’s voice. “Hello to you too, Chan,” you reply, rolling your eyes. He shamelessly checks you out and gives you a cocky grin that you can’t decide if it makes you want smack him or pounce on him “You know if Minho hears you speak to me like that, you’re in a world of shit.”

“Then it’s a good thing he’s not here tonight. But even if he was, he wouldn’t dare fire me. I’m the best DJ this club has.”

“Well then, fuck my drag,” Changbin pipes up from behind the booth, shooting a glare at Chan. “If you’re so great, set up your own table then.”

“Don’t listen to him, Binnie,” you giggle as you go back to searching for your flash drive, “He just likes to think he has all the power around here.”

Changbin scoffs as he continues to set up his mixers. “Only when you’re around. The other girls would kill to have him flirt with them.”

You feel your cheeks flush at the comment, but try your best to ignore the feeling as you turn back to Chan and hand him your music. “I have some new songs for tonight. Feel free to play whichever ones you want to watch me dance to.”

“Jesus,” Changbin rolls his eyes, “get a room, you two.”

You shoot Chan a quick wink, earning a smirk from him, and turn around to head to the dressing rooms, well aware his eyes are glued to you as you leave.

You close the door behind you and set your purse down on the vanity, checking your phone and cursing at the time. You hadn’t realized that your mini flirting session took up more time than expected, and start frantically getting ready, changing into your black satin two-piece that left very little to the imagination and applying a generous amount of body highlighter to every exposed part of you.

As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you can’t help but think about what Changbin had said. You and Chan flirt all the time, and normally it doesn’t affect you, but something about Changbin’s comment has your head spinning. Something about discovering Chan only flirts with you just makes you want to break the rules even more, but you don’t want to risk your jobs just because you desperately want him to dick him down. You wouldn’t do that to him. You sigh and slip into your stilettos, checking your appearance one last time before stepping out onto the main floor for your night to begin.

The night had been running smoothly as usual: three pole routines with the songs Chan chose from your collection (all by The Weeknd, of course), and a few rotations around the club flirting with guests, giving a couple of lapdances. You have a generous amount of bills tucked into your thong and bra, and you pull them out to count, trying to smooth them out and make them look somewhat presentable. You make your way to the DJ booth, where you find Chan leaning against the wall beside the booth, scrolling through his phone and sipping on a beer, while Changbin is behind the table, engrossed with the set he was playing.

“Here,” you say, handing Chan his tip. “You made some really good choices tonight. I had a feeling you’d choose The Weeknd.”

“What can I say,” he smirks, “You can’t just give me the option to play his hottest songs and not expect me to do anything about it. Especially when I get to watch you dance to them.”

He suddenly leans in, closing any space there was between you two. “By the way, your routine to ‘Life of the Party’? So. Fucking. Hot,” he purrs, looking straight into the eyes.

“Chan,” your voice falters for a second, your eyes unintentionally dropping to his lips, before bringing them back up to meet his stare. You clear your throat in efforts to recover, desperately trying to ignore the heat rising in your core. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

“Come on, Y/N, would that be so bad?”

“God, I can’t leave you two alone for one set, can I?” Changbin slides himself between you and the other DJ, throwing an arm over your shoulder and playfully wiggling his eyebrows at you both.

You elbow him in the ribs, earning a dramatic cry from him in return, and you can’t help but giggle. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Three shots? Maybe four? I don’t remember.” He hums in appreciation as you hand him a wad of cash. “I can’t believe I’m gonna pay this month’s rent with your ass money,” he laughs, trying to shake off as much body glitter from the bills you handed him before sliding them into his wallet.

You roll your eyes. “I can give you tit money, if you pref-“

“There’s my baby!”

The three of you spin around at the familiar voice, coming face to face with a young man, his dark hair grazing his eyes as he shamelessly checks you out.

“Jisung! I was wondering when you’d show up!” Changbin greets the man with a typical bro handshake, before swinging an arm around his neck. “Here for the usual?”

“Of course,” Jisung smiles at you, “It’s not a Friday night without a visit with Y/N.”

Jisung was one of your regulars; he came in every Monday and Friday to book private lapdances with you, and only you. The first night he booked you, he almost immediately admitted how enamored he was with you, and ever since then, he refused to book with any of the other girls. And to be fair, you might have allowed him to break one of the rules, letting him grab your ass, hips and breasts as you danced, especially since that always earned a better tip from him. But now, while he still did request lapdances every now and then, he mainly booked you just to talk, and fortunately for you, he still tipped generously. He was an assistant to a big-time music producer, a job that came with a handful of stressors that he just needed to rant to someone about, and you were always willing to be there to listen.

While the relationship you and Jisung formed over the past year is strictly platonic, that hadn’t stopped Chan from developing a slight sense of jealousy. And to make matters more complicated, Jisung was well aware of that tension and loved to push the DJ’s buttons, much to your chagrin.

Jisung shifts his focus to Chan, giving him a cocky smirk that you know will be followed by a snarky comment. “I’ve been dying to see this pretty lil’ lady all day. You don’t mind if I steal her away, do you?”

“Of course not,” scoffs Chan, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need my permission. She doesn’t belong to me.”

“Awww. And I know that must be difficult for yo-”

“But she doesn’t belong to you either.”

Jisung says nothing for a moment, before cocking his head at the DJ with a smirk and stepping towards him. “Oh? Is that so? I don’t see anyone else going to the VIP room with her the nights I’m here.”

“Guys-” you feebly try to take control of the situation, but your words fall on deaf ears.

“Y/N is a human being, not a fucking dog, Jisung. Nobody ‘owns’ her.” Chan crosses his arms against his chest, looking the younger man dead in the eye. “If anything, considering you’ve been coming here and paying her the big bucks, for what, a year now? I’d say she’s the one that owns you.”

Jisung smirk immediately disappears and you swear you can feel the air between the two men flood with tension. But within an instant, he smiles again, throwing his hands up in defeat. “Now, now, there’s no need to get your panties in a twist. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her and have some fun for the both of us. If you want, I can tell you all about it later.”

You quickly glance at Chan, his fingernails digging into the skin of his biceps, his jaw clenching so hard he looks like he could bust a vein in his neck.

“That’s enough,” Changbin interjects, massaging his temples in frustration. “Come on, Chan, you’re in the booth next. And Jisung? Just remember the club rules-”

“I know, I know,” Jisung rolls his eyes and turns back to you. “Shall we, baby?”

You nod, silently praying that Changbin will calm everything down once you leave, and the two of you head to the VIP room. Jisung opens the door follows you inside, jumping in surprise when you slam it shut and shoot him a glare, and he only laughs in response. “What? If you can tease him, why can’t I?”

You sit on the maroon leather couch in the VIP room, counting your tips and mentally making sure you had enough to pay your upcoming bills for the month. Jisung had left about twenty minutes ago, and the lack of muffled music from the main floor indicates that it’s finally 3am and the club is closed for the night. You release a long sigh, slouching in your seat and resting your head back on the couch. You close your eyes, your mind still reeling from everything that happened. Everything about tonight shocked you. Usually, Chan was good at hiding his jealousy, since the last thing both of you want was to scare away potential guests, or for Minho to notice. But Chan talking back? His reaction to Jisung’s last jab before leaving for the VIP room? Those were new.

You have never seen Chan that jealous, and if you’re being completely honest with yourself, it was fucking hot. Thoughts of Chan not only standing up for you, but also being possessive of you, and what he could do to you out of jealousy filled your head, and you feel a sudden tingle shoot down to your core. Everything in you knows that you shouldn’t fuck Chan. There are rules, but you can’t stop your mind from imagining all the possible sinful acts you could do with him that you would do anything for at this point. You know that would be a bad idea, but the delicious wetness pooling between your thighs shoves any inhibitions you previously had out the door.

Fuck the rules.

You walk out onto the empty main floor, letting out a breath of relief to find Chan packing up his mixers - alone. You tap on the booth to get his attention, giggling when he jumps in surprise.

“You’re still here? I’d thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was just counting tips,” you reply as you glance around the club, making sure you two were truly alone. “Chan… about earlier-”

“Yeah... sorry about that.” He lets out a long sigh and runs his fingers through his dark, messy hair, the tips of his ears turning pink in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me. I just... you know I get a bit jealous sometimes, and that prick was being extra annoying about it tonight.”

“Not gonna lie though, your clapback was pretty great. And hilarious,” you nudge his arm with your elbow.

He laughs. “Yeah, well I’m glad you thought it was, because Changbin sure as hell lectured me about it for a solid 15 minutes.”

A comfortable silence falls between you both as Chan goes back to packing up the table. You chew on your bottom lip, trying to figure out the best way to ease any tension that might be lingering, and to bring up what you truly want from him. “Chan... Jisung and I just talk when we’re in the VIP room. Nothing happens-”

He shakes his head, keeping his focus on his current task. “You don’t need to tell me, Y/N. It’s honestly none of my business what you do with the guests. Like I said earlier, you don’t belong to me.”

“But what if I want to?”

His head snaps up to meet your gaze, and you have to bite down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from giggling at the look of utter confusion on his face. You lean in closer, lips inches away from his, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Y/N… w-what are you doing?” Chan shakily asks, his stare flicking between your eyes and your lips.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you with such an intensity that ignites a fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, placing kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen, and it makes you smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing onto yours, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, indicating how desperately both of you have been wanting to do this.

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for ages.” With that, you close this distance between the both of you, and you practically feel him melt into your touch. His wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, kissing you back with such an intensity that further ignites the fire in your core. He backs you up against the wall of the DJ booth, pressing his hips against yours and gently rolling them into you, making you softly moan against his lips.

Chan hesitantly breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavily as he searches your eyes for any sign of uncertainty or regret. “Y/N. The rules. I don’t want you to get fired-”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck about the rules at this point,” you purr, planting kisses along his jaw and neck. “Do you?”

He breaks into the biggest grin you have ever seen as he brings a hand up to gently cup your cheek, and you can’t help but smile in return. “Fuck no.” His lips come crashing down onto yours, nipping and sucking at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you instantly give him. You can feel his hard on growing beneath his jeans as he rolls his hips against you once more, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Hey, so I’m done-”

Changbin’s voice abruptly interrupts your heated rendezvous, making you frantically scramble out of Chan’s arms and dive underneath the table, while Chan quickly pretends to continue breaking down the DJ booth.

“You guys are literally the least discreet people I know. It blows my mind that you haven’t been caught yet.” You can’t see him, you just know Changbin is shooting Chan one of his signature death glares, intended for the both of you. You poke your head out from behind the booth, which only gets you dramatic eye roll from the other DJ. “Just don’t make a mess and don’t forget to lock up,” he grumbles as he turns to leave. “Oh, by the way bro, you got shit on your face.”

You glance up at Chan, giggling at your lipstick smeared along his lips, jaw, and neck, the bright red color prominent against his pale skin. He narrows his eyes at you, and you innocently mouth the word “whoops”, grinning as he rolls his eyes.

As soon as you hear the doors close, Chan pulls you to your feet, lifting you up and pinning you to the table. He attacks your neck and collarbones with rough kisses, but thankfully not rough enough to leave any marks that’ll need to be covered up for your next shift. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist and grind your hips up against his, smirking against his lips as he groans into your mouth.

Chan begins to plant wet kisses down your stomach as his hands frantically move from your hips to his belt. He begins to undo the buckle before you grab his hands to stop him, which only gets out a small whimper in confusion from the man. “Not here,” you lean up to pull him closer and playfully nip his bottom lip, before grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling it so he’s looking you straight in the eyes. “The VIP room.”

Chan’s eyes darken with lust as he harshly kisses you again, deepening the kiss to the point where it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, but it makes the heat between your legs grow by the second. You let out a yelp in surprise as he lifts you into his arms without warning, making his way to the infamous room where he’s watched you lead guests into night after night.

The second he steps into the VIP room, it’s as if both of your desires are kicked into overdrive, the desperation for what you’ve been waiting for all this time becoming almost unbearable. You take his bottom lip between your teeth again and tug on it lightly, relishing the way his grip on your ass tightens exponentially. Chan kicks the door closed, not breaking the kiss for one second as he sits down on the leather couch, positioning you so that you’re straddling his lap. You can feel his prominent bulge underneath the rough material of his jeans as he ruts up against your clothed heat, and you whimper as you grind against him, desperately wanting more and trying to indicate how much you want him need him now. You feel his hands firmly hold you in place, halting your motions and making you whine in frustration, which only earns you a low chuckle in response.

“Use your words, Y/N. Tell me what you want.”

You roughy kiss him and swivel your hips against him, smirking when he releases a throaty groan against your lips. You take a hold of the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him away from you so you can look him in his lust-filled eyes. “I want you, Chan. All of you.”

Chan smirks, giving you a quick kiss before lifting you off his lap, pulling down his jeans and flinging them off to god knows where. You hastily rip off your two piece and toss it haphazardly across the room, giggling when Chan pulls you back into his lap the second you’re bare in front of him. His gaze is locked on your form, taking you all in before looking back into your eyes. He stares at you as if you are a goddess, and you feel your cheeks flush from the attention.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he mutters, his hands sliding up and down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He brings one hand to your jaw, pulling you into a searing kiss, his other hand taking hold his rigid member and sliding it through your sopping folds, making you shameless moan aloud. “Ride me babygirl,” Chan mumbles as he begins to kiss and nip at your collarbone, “take what you want from me.”

With that, you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, keening at the way he deliciously stretches you out, finally giving you the taste of what you’ve been wanting for so long. Chan throws his head back, screwing his eyes shut, a sinful groan falling from lips as you sit on him completely. Giving yourself a moment to adjust to his size, you wrap your arms around neck and pull him back so he’s meeting your gaze. You take his hands and intertwine them with yours, pinning them behind his head as you begin to ride him, slowly lifting yourself off him before quickly dropping back down. A string of illicit moans and curses falls from Chan’s lips, his hands firmly gripping yours, desperately trying to keep himself from breaking your grasp and taking control. He trails wet kisses down your chest, licking your nipples before taking them into his mouth and rolling them between his teeth, making you whimper and lean into his touch. You pick up for pace, admiring the way his face contorts into different expressions of pleasure as he throws his head back and looks up at you with glassy eyes.

“S-shit babygirl...”

His bout of self control doesn’t last much longer, because the next thing you know, Chan rips his hands from your grip, placing them on your hips as he begins to thrust up into you, meeting your movements halfway, hitting you in just the right spot. He moves a hand from your hips to rub firm circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.

“F-fuck... Chan- oh my god...”

You try your best to continue to ride him, but you feel your thighs getting weaker and weaker with every thrust. You feel the pressure in your core building to the point of complete euphoria, when he lifts you off of him completely. You whine in frustration, feeling your high fade, hating how empty you feel without him buried inside you.

“Don’t worry baby,” Chan chuckles at your protests, suddenly flipping you around and positioning you on all fours on the couch. He places a tender kiss on your shoulder blade, before moving up to nibble your earlobe. “You’ll get to cum soon enough.”

He aligns himself with your entrance and eases into you, the new position allowing him to fill you deeper than before, making you both release illicit moans at the feeling. Chan slowly retracts his rock hard member from you, only to instantly plunge back into you, taking no time to pick up the pace, slamming into you at a rate that’s making you see stars. The momentum of his actions force you forward on the couch, making you cling desperately to the armrest in attempt to stable yourself, praying your shaky legs won’t completely give out underneath him. Suddenly, a sharp slap comes down on your ass, making you cry out and clench around him.

“Fuck... you like that, baby?” He massages where his hand had landed, only to spank your ass once more.

“G-god, yes Chan... p-please... harder.”

You feel another slap, come down on your other cheek, this time much harder, and you can’t help but moan loudly at the feeling, the delicious sting causing your grip around his cock to tighten exponentially. You hear him let out a low groan as his hips begin to slap against yours at a brutal speed, and you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel again.

“C-Chan, I’m... I’m close...”

“I know, babygirl, I can feel you.” Chan leans over you and plants rough kisses against your neck. “Go on, Y/N, cum for me.”

With his permission, you come undone around him, your release white hot, hitting you like a train and making your mind go completely blank as he continues to roll his hips into you, helping you ride out your high. Your legs feel useless under you, but thankfully Chan’s firm grip on your hips keeps you from collapsing from exhaustion. His thrusts start to become more and more erratic, desperately chasing his own high, groaning at the feeling of your tight pussy still throbbing around him. You can tell he’s close, and clench around him hard, smirking as you hear a string of curses fall from his lips, his hips rutting and quivering against you as he paints your walls white, and you hum in content at the warm feeling.

Chan slowly pulls out of you and falls back on the couch, gently pulling you so you’re laying on top of him. You leans up and playfully nip at his bottom lip, making him chuckle.

“That was...”

“Amazing,” you giggle, burying your face into his chest.

A comfortable silence falls between you two, and you eyes flutter close as you bask in heat the radiates from his body. He absentmindedly run his fingers lightly up and down your back, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” He quietly asks, as if he’s hesitant to bring it up again. “Do you want want to belong to me?”

You look up at him, and you swear you can feel your heart expand at the way he’s staring back at you with so much hope and adoration. “I do... god I really do, Chan, but you know we can’t. We barely manage to flirt without getting caught, so this has to be one-time thing-“

“I got offered a job at a different club,” Chan quickly blurts out. “It has better hours, more creative freedom since I wouldn’t be DJing for strippers... If I took it, would it change things?”

“You’d do that? But you love this job.”

“I do, but not gonna lie, I mainly love it because I get to see you.” His comment makes you blush, and you bury your face in his chest again if efforts to keep him from noticing, which only gets you a soft laugh as he gently tips your chin up to face him again.

“Honestly, if it means I can do what we just did with you whenever we wanted, without having to worry about stupid rules or anything, then fuck yeah I’d take another job. The only downside is I won’t be able to watch you dance when I work.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, laughing when you just roll your eyes at him.

You sit up, positioning yourself so that you’re straddling him once more. “That just means you’ll have to come back here as a guest.”

“Hmmm...” he mumbles as his eyes travel up and down your body, his hands reaching around and lightly squeezing your ass. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow the club rules though.”

“Don’t worry about those,” you purr, leaning down and nibbling on his ear, earning a quiet moan from him. “If you become my regular, all the rules are off the table.”

“I like the sound of that.” Chan gently cups your jaw and pulls you into a tender, but passionate kiss.

You smile against him, running your fingers through his hair, before pulling away slightly, your forehead resting against his. “Then I’m yours, Chan.”

“And I’m yours as well,” he whispers, pressing one more kiss to your lips, before wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the couch, earning him a yelp from you. He lays you down on the couch, hovering over you with a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “What do you say, let me show how I can really treat you in the VIP room?”

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The Mandalorian Tarot: Major Arcana

If you’re following me, you know this is a Mandalorian obsessive account. I love the man, I love the show, I write a Mando-fando that is all about pining and touch. I tend to go all in when I have an interest.

Another one of my interests? Tarot. A friend challenged me to Mandalorify the major arcana. And because Jon and Dave know their stuff and are good with archetypes (which is all tarot really is), it was an easy fit.

YOU GOT MANDO IN MY TAROT. YOU GOT TAROT IN MY MANDO. TWO GREAT TASTES THAT TASTE GREAT TOGETHER.

But. I can’t draw, so I’ve dreamed them in words and included the Rider-Waite-Smith deck illustrations that I would riff on if I could.

READY? LET’S PLAY.

(All tarot illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. All Mandalorian images property of Star Wars/Disney.)

UPDATE! @heathenashtattoos has taken up where I cannot and is making these cards a reality! I will post them individually and come back to link them to this post as we go.

0 THE FOOL = THE MANDALORIAN / IT IS MADE! --->

The story of the tarot is the Fool’s journey, the arc of becoming. So it makes sense to me that Din would be the fool. Fits even better, since he has tremendous Fool energy in his himbo tendencies, just rushing forward into situations without a lot of planning--he’ll deal with it when he’s in it--ready to rely on others to show him the way or guide/help him to the next step.

If I could draw: Din on the cliff, with his jetpack on, meaning he has no fear of falling. Instead of the bindle-stick the Fool carries, he’d have his pulse rifle slung over his shoulder. Instead of the dog nipping at his heels, Grogu. And, of course, the landscape would be Tatooine/Navaro-esque.

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1 THE MAGICIAN = LUKE SKYWALKER , IT IS MADE! --->

The Magician is someone who is still learning to bend the laws of magic/the Universe, but very adept with their tools. Since Luke is only a few years into his Jedi training at this time, he makes a pretty good Magician.

If I could draw: Luke in his blacks, holding up his lightsaber. The Jedi symbol would replace the infinity sign.

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2 THE HIGH PRIESTESS = AHSOKA TANO / IT IS MADE! -->

High Priestess is further along the path of her magic than Magician, and her knowledge is more intuitive, her skills more effortless. Where the Magician is still learning the balance of light and dark, the High Priestess knows the value and pitfalls of both. It was always going to be Ahsoka.

If I could draw: Ahsoka sitting cross-legged in meditation mode, but with eyes open and a knowing smile. Instead of two pillars, she holds her lightsabers up and parallel to each other.

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3 THE EMPRESS = PELI MOTTO / IT IS MADE! -->

The Empress is the mother figure, the energy in the universe that provides all that is needed and embodies the energy of creation. I can see the argument for Omera being the Empress--mostly because she is a mom and she’s soft and a lot of people see the Empress as a soft female figure, I get it. (And if I were to do a minor arcana, girl would show up as one of the Queens for sure.) But in the end, I gave it to Peli because she’s a recurring character, more relevant in his story, and if Din is the Fool, Peli is more an Empress to him. She’s able to be the provider of his particular needs; services to his ship to get him up flying, contact and location information, and she’s always willing to care for Grogu whenever she gets the chance.

If I could draw: Peli sitting in the dock, against the R4 unit, holding aloft a spanner and surrounded by her pit droids.

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4 THE EMPEROR = BOBA FETT / IT IS MADE! -->

The Emperor is all about authority. And all I gotta say about Boba is BIG DICK ENERGY.

If I could draw: Just put him on the Jabba throne and let him lounge like a badass.

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5 THE HIEROPHANT = THE ARMORER / IT IS MADE! -->

The Hierophant is the keeper of traditions and a spiritual guide. As the leader of the covert and keeper of the Way, The Armorer fits.

If I could draw: The Armorer, framed by her forge, holding aloft her tools, with Mandalorian acolytes. Instead of the crossed keys at the bottom, let’s just have a mythosaur skull.

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6 THE LOVERS = FROG LADY AND FROG HUSBAND

This should be obvious and I will fight anyone who says it isn’t the right thing to do. I will die for this.

If I could draw: I would actually depart from the Smith depiction and just draw them embracing or holding each other by the arms and staring into each others’ eyes. Some kind of glowing background? Maybe the egg tank?

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7 THE CHARIOT = THE MUDHORN

Oh. You thought I was going to say the Razor Crest, didn’t you. Don’t worry, I have plans for our beloved craft, but it ain’t here. The Chariot can be a ride, yes, but it’s about victory. Sometimes it’s about the victory over your inner “beastly” natures. To travel to the next phase in the journey, the Fool must take on the beasts that drive the Chariot and claim dominance over them, and when he does, they will carry him to the next level. Since it’s the victory of the beastly mudhorn that brings Din to his bond with Grogu and becomes his signet, Mudhorn for the win.

If I could draw: Again, I’d probably play on Smith’s imagery, put the charging mudhorn in the middle, and replace the rams with Din on his knees brandishing the vibroblade and Grogu in his pram with his Force hand up.

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8 STRENGTH = CARA DUNE

Don’t come at me about including Cara. I am glad Gina got shown the door and I lose no love on that bigot. But. Cara is not Gina and to cut her out is to cut out Jon and Dave’s creation and I won’t do it. I actually love her a lot--she’s got her flaws, but she’s sassy and strong and solid, and I would happily accept a piggyback ride from her any day. She’s also a major player in Din’s story and deserves a spot in it. Strength comes after the Chariot--once you’ve conquered the beast within, you have confident dominion over it and it becomes a companion or a tool for your use. Cara is one with her toughness, she’s used it to do some good and bad shit in her past, and she continues to wield it effortlessly and fearlessly. She is absolutely this card.

If I could draw: I would put her maybe sitting on top of the downed ATST. I’d replace the infinity symbol over her head with the one on her cheek (Rebel Alliance).

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9 THE HERMIT = KUIIL

The Hermit is a loner, yes, but in his solitude he looks within, learns from all he’s been through, and becomes wise. He holds aloft a light of wisdom and truth. This was always going to be Kuiil.

If I could drawn: Just our buddy, looking out over the Arvala-7 landscape, holding aloft an in-universe working lamp. No need to get fancy. He would want it to stay simple.

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10 THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE = IMPERIAL SYMBOL AND STORM TROOPERS

The Wheel is fate. You win some, you lose some. Sometimes you’re on top, and sometimes the Wheel crushes you beneath it. You are helpless to its roll and where you’ll land. Storm Troopers are such a sad bunch. They are keepers of Imperial Law on the ground. On a good day, they capture a Rebel or hold off an attack. On a bad day, their Moff just blasts them to make an example.

If I could draw: The wheel would just be the Imperial symbol and there’d be Troopers on and under it. Maybe the one on top is just standing there, looking authoritative. The one underneath has been blasted. Some Wheels have two more figures--one on each side--and I’d add those too. The one on the down-going side would be falling, arms flailing, blaster shooting (if only sound were available, there’d be a Whilhelm scream), and the one on the up-going side would just be dangling by one arm, along for the ride.

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11 JUSTICE = COBB VANTH

Well, it just feels right to make the Marshal into Justice. But it’s not just a literal translation of making sure the right thing gets done and the bad guys are punished. Justice is about wiping away emotion and making decisions with bare truth, looking at every side of the situation and understanding what is really there. And I think Cobb fits this well. He doesn’t want to give up his armor because of what it means for the protection of his people. But he’s willing to consider it, if there’s another way he can protect them. Emotionally, he doesn’t want to deal with the Tusken Raiders, but he does it because he can see it’s the best course of action. He flies into battle with the Krayt Dragon. He gives up his armor without a fight. He makes a fair trade and sees the balance in it because he walks away from the emotion and chooses the best course of action. Cobb Vanth for Justice, errybody.

If I could draw: Cobb in the Fett armor, but with the helmet at his feet. In one hand, a bottle of spotchka. In the other, the Tusken mushroom drinky thing; he’s holding them with equal balance.

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12 THE HANGED MAN = MIGS MAYFELD

The Hanged Man is not just about a dude who’s hanging upside down. (If that was the case, I would have just gone with Gor Koresh and called it a day.) Hanged Man is about changing your perspective to see things in a new way so you can grow. Many times, this growth also requires sacrifice. Over the two episodes we see Mayfeld, we know he goes from Imperial sharp shooter, to traumatized deserter, to merc, prisoner, and exonerated friend. He’s seen some shit, given up a lot, and he’s willing to see how he can be a help to others and find redemption for himself.

If I could draw: Hear me out. Take the image of Mayfeld hanging upside down from the Crest hatch into the prison ship. Mirror that above with an image of him in his Imperial Ground Transport gear. Flip it all upside down so bad Mayfeld up top, good Mayfeld on bottom, images mirrored but inverted, hence “looking at things a new way and getting everything a little topsy-turvey.”

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13 DEATH = MOFF GIDEON

Death is about transformation, so it’s not always the most sinister card. But Death does not discriminate. It comes for us all, constantly stalking, and it will strike you down to serve its needs. You need to face Death to get to your redemption. But really, Gideon is our big baddie here, so why the hell not.

If I could draw: I would forgo the Smith illustration and go for the Marseilles tradition on this one. Gideon and the Darksaber replaces Death and the scythe.

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14 TEMPERANCE = IG-11

Temperance is the transformation that comes after Death. Once Death has chopped your physical being into pieces with his scythe, Temperance is there to take all your pieces and put them back together into something new and better. It’s also a card that asks you to re-evaluate your priorities and see if you can find better motivations than you previously had. IG’s death and reprogramming speak loudly to me on this.

If I could draw: IG pouring the tea.

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15 THE DEVIL = THE CLIENT

Here’s another baddie card that’s all about your worst faults, about excess and giving into the stuff that will eventually kill your soul. The Client holds on hard to the Empire, doing whatever he’s ordered to do to be one of the top dogs. And in the end, it doesn’t matter. Gideon takes him down like he’s nothing.

If I could draw: The client, wearing his Empire bling, with chains around Doctor Pershing and a rough-looking Storm Trooper.

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16 THE TOWER = THE RAZOR CREST

I don’t know about you, but Chapter 14 killed me. And not because the Dark Troopers flew away with Grogu. We all knew Din would never stop at getting him back. But when the Crest was destroyed, it was like someone punched me in the soft parts, and I made a lot of severely anguished noises. The Tower is the most tragic card in the tarot. It’s when forces beyond your control make a very big (and usually negative) impact in your life and everything changes. You are left to pick up the pieces and survive any way you can with the skills and resources you’ve been blessed with.

If I could draw: Just that moment of the ray hitting our beautiful Crest, just as it begins to break apart, maybe with Din, Boba, and Fennec watching in horror in the foreground.

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17 THE STAR = GROGU

The Star is hope. It comes after the biggest tragedy in the deck to tell you that not all is lost. There is always something there to live for. C’mon, kids. In this series, there was only one choice.

If I could draw: Just Grogu. Maybe drinking his soup. Or maybe he’s levitating his metal ball overhead, reaching up to it with a smile on his face. *coos*

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18 THE MOON = BO KATAN KRYZE

We all like Bo Katan, sure. But remember my Clone Wars/Rebels fiends, she was Death Watch, and they were terrorists. She sided with Maul to take over Mandalore. Sure, she’s come a long way and her path is a bit more honorable now, but she’s got an agenda, which makes her hard to trust. Since the Moon is about more feminine energies and has themes of illusion and deception--things look great in the moonlight, but maybe not as they really are--Bo Katan’s our girl.

If I could draw: Head and shoulders profile, double-imaged so you see her face, but her Nite Owl helmet superimposed in profile over it. Nite Owl signet on the bottom. Possibly flanked by her two Nite Owl cronies.

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19 THE SUN = GREEF KARGA

Everything's sunny when Greef’s around! He’s the feel-good gramps that’s going to make any situation A-Ok! If you’ve got a problem, Greef can sort it out...or he knows someone who can! The sun is always gonna shine on you and take you back.

If I could draw: Just Greef smiling and being cheesy with the halo of the sun around him.

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20 JUDGEMENT = FENNEC SHAND

This card traditionally shows the resurrected rising from the grave, ready to be judged. Fennec’s got a lot to answer for in her life, but she is being given a second chance, and my number one girl crush is going to do new and wonderful badass things with it.

If I could draw: I’d either just show her opening her gut pocket to show her new works, all full of aura, with her looking down at it reverently. OR I might do a scene of her being rescued by Boba.

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21 THE WORLD = THE HELMET

Din’s helmet is the world he lives in. But it’s also a symbol of The Way. The World represents completion, a wholeness of self and being, the end of the journey. And since Din is our Fool, his journey is an exploration of his morals and honor, what it means to walk the way of the Mandalore, and what the meaning of the helmet is for him. He may choose ultimately to keep it on and go all-in on Mandalorian-4-lyfe (Child of the Watch style), or he may understand that the helmet is just a symbol and the honor was in him all along; he can wear it or not wear it and it’s all the same.

If I could draw: The World usually depicts a circle or sphere of some kind, the symbol of perfect completion. The helmet is close enough, so it takes up the center. Traditionally, there are four symbols in the corners that give more meaning to The World, and I would replace them with The Razor Crest, Grogu, the Mudhorn Signet, and the pulse rifle or blaster. These represent his home, his foundling, his clan, and his religion, all of which make up more of the whole; what it means to him to be Mandalorian.

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Challenge accepted and faced.

Adira dops her witchy mic….

#the mandalorian #mandalorian #tarot #mandalorian tarot #star wars #din djarin #luke skywalker #ahsoka tano #grogu #bo katan hate gang

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Daniel LaRusso: A Queer Feminine Fairytale Analysis Part 1 of 3

Disclaimers and trigger warnings:

1. These fairytales are European, although there’s often overlap in themes globally. I know European fairytales better, which is essentially the reason I’m not going to branch out too far. I opted to also stick to Western movies so as not to narrow things down, but also in particular “waves hand towards all of Ghibli” amongst many others. There’s a reason the guys in Ghibli are so gender.

2. TW for discussions of rape culture and rape fantasies

EDIT: FUCK I’M A GOBLIN CHILD! FORGOT TO PUT A MASSIVE MASSIVE THANK YOU TO @mimsyaf WHO HAS BEEN THE NICEST, KINDEST EDITOR ON THESE THOUGHTS AND CONTRIBUTED SO MUCH TO THEM AND GENERALLY IS A WONDERFUL PERSON!

Part 2

Part 3

1. Introduction

I recently wrote a little thing, which was about Daniel as a fairytale protagonist – specifically one that goes through some of the kinds of transformations that are often associated with female protagonists of fairytales.

I used quotes from Red Riding Hood, Labyrinth, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and Dracula, which, as an aside – the overlap between fairytales, horror, and fantasy and the ways each of those genres delve into very deep, basic questions of humanity and the world is something that will always make me feral. I will be generally sticking with fairytales though. Also I am very excited about some of those Labyrinth concepts going around!

I’m going to use “feminine” and “masculine” in both gendered (as in relating specifically to people) and non-gendered (as in relating to codes) ways throughout this, depending on context.

To be binary for a moment, because sample-sizes of other genders are low, women are usually able to fall into either feminine or masculine arcs, although sometimes the masculine-coded woman can become a “not like the other girls” stereotype and the feminine-coded woman a shallow cliché – in both cases they’re also under more scrutiny and judgement, so it’s always worth asking “is this character not working for me because of the writing or because I have ingrained biases? (Both?)”

Men don’t often get feminine-coded arcs. Because. Probably a mix of biases and bigotry. But there are some that seem to have slipped beneath the shuttered fence of “Sufficient Narrative Testosterone,” and Daniel LaRusso is one of them.

2. Some Dude Comparisons (Men Doing Manly Action-Hero Things like being trans symbolism and loving your girlfriend… seriously those things are hella manly, I wish we saw more of that onscreen…)

a. Neo

Much like Neo The Matrix, whose journey is filled with transgender subtext and specifically and repeatedly references Alice In Wonderland, Daniel doesn’t go through quite the kind of hero's journey usually associated with Yer Standard Male Hero, especially the type found in the 80s/90s.

Neo is my favourite comparison, because of the purposefulness of his journey as a trans narrative and the use of Alice. But I’m sure there are other non-traditional male heroes out there (but are they trans tho? Please tell me, I want trans action heroes).

Neo “passes” as a socially acceptable man, but online goes by a different name - the name he prefers to be known by - feels like there’s something inherently wrong about the world around him and his body’s place in that society, and then gets taken down the rabbit hole (with his consent, although without really “knowing” what he’s consenting to) to discover that it’s the world that’s wrong - not him. And by accessing this truth he can literally make his body do and become whatever he wants it to.

Yay. (The message of the Matrix is actually that trans people can fly).

Neo is – kind of like Daniel – a strange character for Very Cis Straight Guys to imprint on. He spends most of the first movie unsure about what’s going on, out of his depth, and often getting beaten up. He is compared to Alice several times and at the end he dies. He loses. He has to be woken up with true love’s kiss, in a fun little Sleeping Beauty/Snow White twist. Yes, after that he can fly, but before that he’s getting dead-named and hate-crimed by The Most Obvious Stand-In For Normativity, Agent Smith, and being carried by people far more physically capable than he is (people who also fall outside of normative existence).

Trinity and Neo in The Matrix. The fact that a lot of the time neither of them is gendered is something. Literally brought to life by true love’s kiss.

I’m not about to argue that Daniel LaRusso is purposefully written along these same thought processes, so much as the luck of the way he was written, cast, directed, acted, and costumed all came together in the right way. And this is even more obvious when compared to That Other Underdog Fite Movie That Was By The Same Director as Karate Kid.

b. Rocky

The interesting thing about Rocky is that he is (despite being a male action icon) also not written as a Traditionally Masculine person. Large portions of Rocky – and subsequent Rocky films – are his fear and insecurity about fighting vs his inability to apply his skills to another piece of work and wanting to do right by his girlfriend (and future wife), Adrian. The fighting is most often pushed onto him against his will.

Much like in Karate Kid there is barely any fighting in Rocky I. Most of it is dedicated to how much Rocky loves Adrian and the two of them getting together. The fight is – again like in Karate Kid – a necessary violence, rather than a glorified one (within the plot, obviously watching any movie like this is also partly about the badassness of some element of the violence – whether stamina or the crane kick, it’s all about not backing down against a more powerful opponent).

Rocky is played by Sylvester Stallone. He’s tough, he’s already a fighter (albeit in the movie not a great one yet), he’s taking the fight for cash – so although he’s also soft-spoken and sweet, you’re aware of the fact that he’s got those traits that’d make a male audience go “Hell Yeah, A Man,” or whatever it is a male audience does watching movies like that… cis straight men imprinting on oiled muscle men sure is a strange phenomenon, why do you wanna watch a boxing match? So you can watch toned guys groaning and grappling with each other? Because you want to feel like A Man by allowing yourself to touch the skin of other men?

Apollo and Rocky in Rocky III. This sequence also includes prolonged shots of their crotches as they run. Sylvester Stallone directed this. This was intentional. Bros.

Daniel LaRusso is not built like that. But that doesn’t really have to matter. Being smallish and probably more likely to be described as “pretty” than handsome, and not having a toxic masculine bone in his body does not a feminine archetype make. It just makes a compelling (and pretty) underdog.

c. Daniel

So where does the main difference really lie? Between Rocky and Daniel? Well, Rocky has the plot in his hands – Daniel, largely, does not. Rocky is acting. Daniel is reacting or being pushed into situations by others. Just like our boy Neo. Just like Alice in Wonderland, Cinderella, Snow White – just like some of the women in some contemporary(ish) fairytale films like Buttercup (Princess Bride), Dorothy (Wizard of Oz), or Sarah (Labyrinth).

This isn’t a necessary negative about stories about girls and women, so much as looking at what it is girls and women in fairytales have/don’t have, what they want, and how they’re going to get it. It’s about power (lack of), sexuality (repressed, then liberated), men, and crossing some taboo lines. It’s also about queerness.

3. The Karate Kid Part One: Leaving Home

Daniel LaRusso is a poor, skinny, shortish kid (played by a skinny, shortish twenty-two-year old) who doesn’t fit in after having been taken away from the home he was familiar with against his will. Not every male protagonist in a fairytale leaves of his own will, and not every female protagonist leaves under duress – Red Riding Hood, for example, seems perfectly happy to enter the forest. However generally a hero is “striking out to make his fortune,” and generally a heroine is fleeing or making a bargain or being married off or waiting for help to arrive. She is often stuck (and even Red Riding Hood requires saving at some point).

Daniel then encounters a beautiful, lovely girl on the beach, puts on a red hoodie (red is significant), is beaten up by a large, attractive bully, loses what little clout he may have had with his new friends, and generally has a mostly miserable time until he befriends and is saved by Mr Miyagi. To do a little Cinderella comparison: Miyagi is the fairy godmother who pushes Daniel to go to the ball in disguise as well, and that disguise falls to pieces as he’s running away.

Then Daniel asks for help, Miyagi gets him enrolled in a Karate Tournament, and starts teaching him. Daniel wins the tournament and gets the girl, the end.

While Daniel has chutzpah and is a wonderful character, none of the big events are initiated by him, except for the initial going to the forest/beach (and within all of these events Daniel absolutely makes choices – I’m not saying he’s passive): Lucille takes them to California, Miyagi pushes him to go to the dance, Miyagi again decides to enroll him in the tournament and trains him, and only because Kreese doesn’t allow for any other option, Ali is the one who more often than not approaches Daniel, and even their first encounter is pushed by Daniel’s friends.

Daniel really is at a dance/ball in disguise and receives a flower from a girl who recognises him through said disguise, it’s unbearable! It’s adorable! I get it Ali, I fucking get it!

Daniel’s main journey within this – apart from not getting killed by karate thugs (love u Johnny <3) and kissing Ali – is to learn from Miyagi. He’s not necessarily a full-on feminine fairytale archetype at this point, although there are fun things to pull out of it, mainly in the context of later films and Cobra Kai: the subtext of karate and how that builds throughout all the stories, the red clothes, the themes of obsession, his being targeted by boys whose masculinity is more than a little bit toxic and based on shame… more on all that coming up.

He doesn’t technically get a home until they build him a room at Miyagi’s place, but he definitely leaves the woods at the end of this one, trophy lifted in the air after being handed to him by a tearful Johnny and all.

And then they made a sequel.

4. The Karate Kid Part Two: Not Out Of The Woods Yet

Daniel’s won the competition, Kreese chokes out Johnny for daring to lose and cry, more life-lessons are given (for man without forgiveness in heart…) and Daniel and Ali break-up off-screen, confirming that TKK1 was not really about the girl after all, which, despite Daniel and Kumiko having wonderful chemistry, is also an ongoing theme. Daniel enters the screen in The Most Baby-Blue Outfit seen since Tiana’s dress in Princess and the Frog? Or that dress in Enchanted? Maybe Cinderella’s (technically silver, but later depicted as blue)?

(Sidenote: At everyone who says Sam ought to wear a callback to that suit, you are correct and sexy).

Surprise, Miyagi’s building him a room.

Double-surprise, Miyagi needs to go to Okinawa.

Triple surprise, Daniel reveals he’s going with him, because he’s his son dammit.

The Karate Kid Part Two is maybe the least Daniel-LaRusso-Feminine-Fairytale-Protagonist of the three, because it’s not really his movie. Daniel runs around with Kumiko (aka the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen), continues to be The Best Non-Toxic Boy a middle-aged Okinawan karate master could ask for, lands himself another Built Karate Rival (twice is just a coincidence, right? Right?), and eventually doesn’t die while wearing red again – twice: When Chozen almost strangles him to death at the Miyagi dojo and then during the final fight. The Saving Of The Girl (both the little girl in the storm and Kumiko) actually puts him in a more traditional masculine space than the previous movie did, even if the main theme of the film is about compassion and kindness and by the end, once more the boy whose masculinity is built on rockhard abs and matchsticks is on his knees. Daniel just has that power over big boys. It’s called kick/punch them in the face hard enough that they see stars.

There’s an aside to be made here about how much Daniel really is an observer in other peoples stories in this, although he is the factor that sends both Chozen and Kumiko into completely different directions in life (Chozen and Kumiko main characters when?) Anyway he comes out of it presumably okay, despite being almost killed. Maybe a few therapy sessions and he’ll get over it. Too bad Terry Silver is lurking around the corner…

5. The Karate Kid Part Three: The Big Bad Wolf

Alright people have written Words about the third movie. It’s fascinating. It’s odd. It’s eye-straining. It’s like olives – you’re either fully onboard the madness or it’s too off-putting for you (or you’re like. Eh, don’t see what all the fuss is about either way...). It’s basically a non-consensual secret BDSM relationship between a guy in his thirties (played by a Very Tall twenty-seven year old Thomas Ian Griffith) and a 17/18 year old (played by a shorter twenty-eight year old Ralph Macchio).

Also recently we got more information on Mr. Griffith’s input on the uh… vibes of the film. Apparently it wasn’t just The Sweetness of Ralph Macchio’s face, the screenplay (whatever that amounted to in the first place – release the script!), the soundtrack, the direction to not tone it down under any circumstances, the fact that Macchio categorically refused to play a romance between himself and an actress who was sixteen, no: it was also TIG coming up with fun ways to torture Daniel’s character and suggesting these to the director. Clearly everyone has fun hurting Mr Macchio (including Mr Macchio).

The point is that aaallll of that amounts to that Intense Homoerotic Dubiously-Consented-To D/s subtext that haunts the movie and gives a lot of fun stuff to play with. It’s also a film that – if we’re analysing Daniel along feminine-coded fairytale lines recontextualises his role in this universe.

The Fairytale goes topsy-turvy. Through the looking glass. Enter Big Bad Wolf stage right. Karate is a metaphor for Daniel’s bisexual awakening.

“Oh, when will an attractive man touch me in ways that aren’t about hurting me?” he asks after two movies of being hurt by boys with rippling muscles. “Why do men continue to notice me only to hit me? Do you think wearing red is making me too noticeable? Anyway, Mr Silver looked really good in his gi today.”

Daniel’s diary must be a trip.

#daniel larusso #the karate kid #cobra kai #ck #johnny lawrence #cobra kai meta #my writing #part one of three #some comparisons to matrix and rocky because I love to talk about those #terry silver

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