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infuriatedleprechaun · 2 years

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Bay turtle one shot

I was inspired off top gun, I saw the movie, (hell yeah, murica.) and made this one shot

OCXDonnie

18+ for smut, guns, and blood.... Not in that order.

Enjoy friends!

Donnie was very curious about his new girlfriend. Typically, him being the mutant ninja turtle, he was mystery, not this time though.

The only reason he wasn't concerned about her being gone for a few months at a time was because he trusted her. They've been together about 5 months. But like previously stated, three of those months have been long distance.

They were work trips, she contacted him at any point she could. But he never understood what it was she did for a living. She never told him, and he always wondered why, she would evade the question.

He let it go, until one fateful day he decided to call her. Never did she ignore a call, she would probably be on her way home from work about now.

The purple banded turtle got on his phone, leaning back in his chair, feet on his desk, careful of the computer right next to them as he heard the call start to go through.

Sure enough she answered, it was very windy, she must be riding her motorcycle. He found that incredibly sexy, loved watching her ride. The curve of her body as she was hunched over in the sports bike. How she was one with the contraption, god it was so hot, the tighter the clothing the better too.

"Uh-hi. Hi babe. This um. This isn't a good time" Don couldn't help but to sit up right and raise a brow, listening to her tone. She sounded distraught, very much so like she was extremely distracted by something.

"Lesya? Are you ok?" Her motorcycle was revving high, she was going high speeds, from the sound of the gravel skirting from under the tire she was taking some tight corners. What was going on?

The nerd turtle was heading out to the living room where his three brothers were watching a movie. The concern very clear on his face as he listened, something was wrong.

Leo immediately caught it and was the first to sit up, pausing the movie, and examining his brother and the call. His body shifted so he would be ready to get up quickly.

Mikey loved Lesya, she was feisty and he thought the mystery was both cool and a good change. Raph and Leo were always suspicious of the woman though. They weren't rude or disrespectful, just suspicious, they didn't care if she knew. And she never took it personally, she understood why, never held it against them.

"Um. It's nothing. I'm good" the motorcycle revved and he heard her skid around another corner. He felt the tension in his body grow, that went tenfold when he heard a very distinct sound.

"ARE THOSE GUNSHOTS?!" The purple banded turtle was now running to the turtle van, his brothers following him with plenty of urgency. One of the few times their feet weren't light as they all scrambled to leave the lair.

"Um. Yeah. I uh... someone may or may not be following me" Lesya was unnerved, but clearly she was focused.

"Is your location on? We'll track you!" Donnie hopped in the passenger seat, he needed to track her and lead his brother to where she was. His heart thrumming a million miles per hour with his panic.

Leo by now knew how to activate everything on his own as he drove, Donnie keeping Lesya on speaker as he got on his wrist module to track her. She was close by, thankfully, but they needed to make every second count!

"Lesya, stay on the phone. I'm so sorry this is all my fault" the purple banded turtle stressed. He knew this was his fault, it was the foot, she was affiliated with him, they caught wind of it REAL quick, and now they were going after her to get to him.

"Don. Hey. No. No no no. This isn't your fault. Trust me. Don't you dare blame yourself. No matter what happens" the woman pleaded over the phone. His heart constricted when she said that, he can't lose her, she can't talk that way.

"Hey. We'll find her, it's all good Donnie boy" Mikey poked his head between the driver and passenger seat as Donnie pointed left on the adjacent street. Drifting between two cars, managing not to hit them, looking like some stunt driving straight out of a movie.

"Fuck" Don wasn't supposed to hear that. Lesya said it under her breath, as she came to a screeching halt, broken asphalt grinding under the tires once more of the bike. Why was she stopping? No, she needed to keep moving, she needed to keep moving until they could get to her, they were only a few blocks away.

"Lesya? Keep talking to me" Donnie was looking fearfully at the phone, his breath picking up, as he stared intently at the smart phone in his hand.

"Dead end" the woman admitted under her breath, the turtle heard a car screech to a stop, and car doors open.

"Don. I love you" the turtle's pupils got tiny. She thought she was going to die.

"LEO PUNCH IT!" the turtle howled at the oldest, he seemed stunned but did, large foot hitting the gas as far as it would go, Don pointed to the alleyway, instincts in full control.

Sure enough, they skirted into the alleyway, seeing both her bike, the SUV, two large men, and the woman he loved taking her helmet off. Leo couldn't flatten them, they were too close to Lesya.

Donnie didn't know who these people were, they weren't the foot, why were they after her?? The two men were sporting leather jackets and jeans, they had weapons, and were raising them up.

The smart brother didn't even wait for the garbage truck to stop, he was bailing out and already in a full sprint for his lover.

"I DON'T FEAR YOU IN THE FUCKING AIR! I SURE AS FUCK DONT FEAR YOU ON THE FUCKING GROUND EITHER!" She snarled

The two started to speak in a different language, one she clearly understood because she started to shout back in the same language. Donnie made it around the suv, straight shot for the two men as they were raising their guns to execute her.

When they heard the ninja who was purposely being loud to distract them, they pivoted their bodies to raise their weapons at him. Lesya did NOT like that, she threw the helmet she promised Donnie she'd wear straight at on of them, hitting him square in the head.

The second one missed the first shot as the turtle began to barrel through the two men. He felt a couple bullets ricochet off of him, but kept going. Adrenaline through the roof, as the two were plowed to the ground. At this point, Leo and Raph got to them, and started to handle the two to incapacitate them, prepare for the police to come pick them up.

Eyes moved behind thick glasses to the woman near the bike. She was panting, staring back at him blankly, her ice blue eyes widened, blinking a couple times. Before she turned to look at her side with confusion, where a red spot was growing in her white shirt.

"LESYA! LESYA NO!" he was by her side so quickly, catching her before she could finish collapsing to the ground. Cursing at himself! one of the bullets that came off his shell hit her! He hurt her!

"Lesya. Hey. Please! Please I need you to keep talking to me! What's my name? What's my name, love?" He began to put pressure on her wound, he needed to stop the bleeding!

"Donatello" she winced, almost seemingly annoyed with her situation.

"My.... my luck has been subpar tonight" she smiled a bit. The terrapin lifted her up, his heart wouldn't slow down.

"We have to get her back to my lab" he kept a kit on the truck, he would need to start working on her there.

"Lesya. You're going to be ok. You're going to be ok. Keep talking to me. What's your favorite color?" He needed to keep her talking, or she would go into shock and she would die!

"Green. And purple" this time she did smile at him, even through her pain. The turtle felt tears form in his eyes, please, please don't take this woman away from him, take him instead, anything, please.

A few days had passed, none of which the Brainiac turtle slept. His brothers brought him food, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. He never left her side, she was alive, he was able to patch her up.

Between the cold blooded fear of her not waking up, and the mounds of questions running through his head, how could he do anything?

Who were those men? What did she mean she didn't fear them in the sky? Why were they after her? What language were they all speaking?

He gave the 50th shaky breath of today alone, as he brought his rolling chair closer to her medical bed. Burying his head in his hands, he couldn't cry anymore, he was getting to the breaking point.

She was here because of him, he should've taken her safety into so much more consideration. Sure he was bullet proof, but she wasn't, he was supposed to PROTECT her! How could he do this to her.

His breathing was heavy, his body craving release from his despair from all the pent up tension, as he took a look back at her, ever so carefully taking a pale white hand, as if it was made of ash and would disintegrate in his large palm.

His free hand went under his glasses, to rub his eyes, as he tried to regain his emotions, the exhaustion definitely wasn't helping. He wasn't even drinking coffee so he had a head ache too, he was in rough shape, he needed Lesya.

He heard her breathing change, a deeper breath being taken, and he froze all movement. Staring at her, just as her head shifted ever so slightly, and she revealed her breath taking blue orbs. Blinking a few times, and then giving a soft groan as she took in her surroundings.

She held her head with her free hand, and carefully stretched out some stiff muscles. That's when she noticed his hand, the turtle wanted to tackle her with a hug, SHE WAS AWAKE! But he was so terrified he would hurt her again. Somehow, he forgot just how delicate she really was.

He settled for standing up, and carefully looming over her, bringing a hand to her face urgently.

"Lesya. Oh thank god. How do you feel?" His large green thumb went over her cheek, to which she eagerly leaned into, clearly happy he was here. Why he couldn't imagine, his recklessness got her here.

"I'm OK. You must have me on the good stuff" she gave a gentle giggle. The hand that didn't grip to his went to the back of the hand on her face, she kissed his wrist, a sigh of relief from her.

"I... I am so sorry. God I hope you can forgive me" Leo was right. They shouldn't be with humans, they were so fragile, and being this close meant they would be in danger. He was a danger to her. How could he?

"For what my love?" She seemed genuinely confused, but she was still very calm and was ready to hear him out. Purely so he could get whatever it was off his chest. Or plastron.

"I. That bullet ricocheted off me. That's why you got hit" she almost seemed amused at this.

"Don. You didn't shoot me. That was just bad luck. Relax. You act like I haven't been shot before" her posture, her smile, everything, she was blowing it off as if he didn't redirect a bullet at her and instead just blew out her birthday candles at her birthday party or something.

"What" his face was riddled with horror now.

"Don't take responsibility for what those nasty men were doing. You saved me. Thank you" Donnie.. He… has stuff like this happened to her before?!

"Who.... who were they?" They weren't any recognizable enemies of the turtles. So who were they and where did they come from? Why attack her so vigorously? Why her?

"A couple of Russian spies" her explanation was short, sweet, and left SO many more questions for the turtle.

"Russian spies.... I.... Lesya, why were Russian spies targeting you?" His concern was in suspended air for the moment, until he got his questions answered and he had time to let it sink in.

"To gain American citizenship. I joined the US air force. I had a degree, so I went in as a commissioned officer and became pilot. They threw me in an f16, where I learned to fly" the woman pursed her lips, she has never told anyone this.

"I was good enough to go to red flag. Where I was trained further to fly. I flew the f16 until my enlistment was up" Donnie was so confused as to where she was going with this, she seemed unnerved and kept dragging it out. As if not wanting to give him the real answer.

"When my 6 year enlistment timed out. I separated, got my citizenship, loved America and was ready to stay and never go back to my roots. And then Russia invaded my home" Don's brown eyes were staring so intently at her, he removed the hand from her face, still gripping her hand, he wasn't about to dare let go of her.

"Have.... have you heard of the ghost of Kyiv?" She was no longer making eye contact with him at this point.

"Of course. Pilot getting 6 kills in a mig 29 fulcrum. But the former president of Ukraine admitted it was just a myth, to boost war morale" Donnie thought it was so cool, still thought the whole concept was really cool. Even if it was just a myth, it brought so much hope to the forces of Ukraine.

"The ghost isn't a myth" she hoped he wouldn't make her say more. She carefully moved her line of vision towards him, he was staring at her as if he could see her soul, the silence made her uncomfortable, please say something Donnie.

"You.... you were the ghost!?" He didn't mean to say it so loud, but what the hell?! The ghost was real!? And it was his girlfriend??? Who he thought was so fragile not a minute ago but has 6 kills that he knew about because of exceptional flying skills???

"Y-yeah. That's uh... That's what I was doing for 3 months" she was training her fellow Ukrainians up, so they could keep up the good fight. She was staring down at her covered feet, sheepishly, the thin, blue, hospital blanket was a bit itchy.

She was forced to look at her boyfriend in the eyes when he ever so gently put a finger on her chin, and made her look at him. He was so stunned, she wondered how long they would be making eye contact for.

"Lesya. If this is a joke, I really can't take this right now. I am so worried about you" her eyebrows scrunched in concern for him. She was taking him in now, and she saw the bags under his eyes, the food left untouched on his desk.

"I am not joking. For 6 years I flew, and 3 months I fought the good fight for Ukraine" she deadpanned, why would she lie about something like this?

"I can't believe this" the turtle shook his head at her, as he released her and sat back in his chair. She couldn't help the disappointment from the loss of close contact, but felt bad for throwing this all on him at once, and during these circumstances. He clearly wasn't taking care of himself for however long she was out.

"Got the nickname "ghost of kyiv" because my call sign in the US air force was: Specter" she finished explaining, letting the room fall on silence.

She let him sit and mull it over, come to peace with it. He could talk if he both wanted to or when he was ready. She very carefully and gently sat up, she didn't feel too bad, her wound was healing up pretty well already. As long as she didn't aggravate it.

"You thought you were going to die that night" she turned her gaze back on him, her white hair she carefully pulled into a ponytail as she regarded him and listened to what he had to say.

"The last thing you said over the phone-" he almost seemed scared to continue. Her faded peach colored lips pulled into a small smile.

She very carefully and quietly got off the bed, the purple cladded turtle didn't see because he had a hand propped up, and leaned his head in his hand.

She moved his elbow off his thigh, slowly, placing a gentle hand on his plastron, and pushed him back to sit upright on his chair. Before he could say anything about her getting up, she kissed him passionately, multitasking, and moving herself to his lap, where she sat.

Once she was settled down there, she put her hands to his cheeks, grazing over his pebbled skin, and pulled away. Looking him in the eye.

"I've loved you for a while, that was not just the heat of the moment or me thinking I was going to die. No matter the situation, I won't say things I don't mean"

Poor Donnie was caught between demanding this woman take it easy, and trying to get over being love struck and stunned. The close proximity alone from someone he also loved so very deeply for created an automatic need from his body.

For his girlfriend, the ghost of kyiv, what a sexy title on her. God he could not believe this. His movements were slow and careful as he stood up with her, he wanted to kiss her again. She was alright, she was healing. Thank god.

But at the same time his body was hyper sensitive to her, and he was not about to start a chain reaction. Because he could hurt her further if he went further with her, his heart couldn't take anymore fear, not when it was centered around her health and wellbeing especially.

His large green arms set her back down on the medical bed, and he just watched her. Still unable to believe just what a bad ass his girlfriend was, she was famous but stuck in the shadows, just like him.

"Thank you for saving my life. And taking care of me" He could get lost in her eyes for hours. He needed to put some distance between them before he lost his resolve, his emotions were going rampant now that she was awake, alive, and felt ok. She was going to be ok.

"I would do anything for you" he breathed lowly, almost whispering to her. He was still in close proximity, looming over her, hands on the berth.

She watched him for a moment, reading his body, that gaze was doing astronomical amounts to him. He finally broke the trance, about to straighten his posture. But she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back down and towards her 5'5 frame.

He let her, he needed her, needed to know she was OK, needed to show her how much he loved her back, he needed her, through and through. He got a little closer to her, so his plastron could gently press up against her chest. Thank god she was ok. She was ok and she LOVED him!! Him!

A churr resonated out of his chest, his body before he could stop it. He doesn't know if she knew the power she had over him right now, but it was a lot.

"I don't know what that is, but I love it" she grinned as she continued to peck at his lips with her own. Her hands went upward, finding the knot in his mask, and gripping on to it.

The purple cladded turtle was unsure at first, as he looked down at her. Her smile was knowing, and reassuring, as she delicately plucked his glasses off, slid his mask off, and then placed his glasses back on to rest on his beak.

She stopped kissing him, so she could look at him, take him in without his mask. Her smile only growing bigger, as she deposited his mask at the end of her bed with care, and eagerly pulled him down to her.

As if seeing him without his mask sent her into a frenzy of need. Her kisses became more hungry, as her hands began to explore him. When her hands trailed over the front of his plastron he shivered.

"I demand to see you without your mask more. Because holy fuck" Donnie was now starting to climb over her, words alone have never done this much to him in his life.

When her breath hitched, clearly she suppressed her pain, and tried to muffle herself, but he stopped instantly, cursing at himself. SHE WAS INJURED! She still needed to recover! What the hell was he doing??

"Lesya, we need to stop" his concern stopped every other emotion and urge in its tracks.

"Nonono. I'm fine, just twisted wrong a little" she smiled, not seemingly worried about her injuries in the slightest. She gripped one of the straps on his plastron and pulled him closer to her. He only allowed her to be successful because he didn't want her to strain herself.

He put his hands on the side of her face, looking down at her with a gentle expression. He placed his forehead to hers, nothing would make him more happy than making her his mate officially. But she needed to rest and she needed to heal.

"You need to wait. I'm so worried about you" he swallowed.

"I'm in better shape than you. We will only stop if you want to stop. I will be fine so we aren't stopping because of a stupid little flesh wound" her baby blues gave him a challenging look. She was pulling every card she knew to seduce him, but he can't give in, this was her health and safety on the line.

"Yes. We are" he growled firmly, staring her down. When she raised a brow at him and smiled, he began to realize she was probably into this.

He was so busy watching her eyes to make sure she'd behave herself, he didn't see where her hand was wondering off to. Until it firmly latched onto the already large bulge in his pants. He released a gasp and his thought process turned to mush.

"F-fuck" he moaned.

"Baby. We both need this" she wasn't smiling anymore, she looked so serious and determined.

"Lesya. Please. I'm so scared to hurt you" he was all but begging her in his response. Shit, is this what Raph felt like so frequently? It was awful, he had a newfound sympathy for the largest brother.

"Don. I am fine. You'll never hurt me. Please love?" She still had a soft grip to his pants. But paused in any and all movement, respecting the fact he needed to think about it.

"Fuck Lesya" another growl, this one in frustration as he leaned back in, his lips practically ghosted over her he was being so careful. Meanwhile a free hand when between her legs, getting a pleased gasp as he began to rub her.

It was a lose lose situation, he didn't want to deny her this, she needed it as much as he did. Even if she was injured, he'll just be sure to check on her continuously throughout this whole thing..

They both rubbed each other for a moment, until he started to climb over the top of her, watching precisely where he put pressure and how she moved. Keen ears keeping an eye out for any discomfort she might have. And while her arousal came at his sense of smell with a vengeance. He made sure to keep his sense of smell keen on the scent of blood, to make sure nothing reopened on her.

He would not get lost in himself, she was not going to be in absolutely any pain throughout any of this. He'll make sure of it. They parted lips so she could take off her top. For a split second and he was back at her mouth hungerly.

Not waiting for her to take her bra off, he quickly brought his large digit around her back, feeling for the clips, and releasing her breasts. He felt some raised skin of a few small scars and stopped. He moved his head to look at what he felt, they were scars, 3 at the back of her ribs.

"I wasn't joking when I say this wasn't my first time being shot. It's all good" she giggled. This woman, she was so hard core, so bad ass, what was she doing to him?

He went for her capris next, untying the waistband, and let her lift herself up. He was at the point where if he did it, he feared jostling her too much. So she got out of her panties as well, while the turtle she'd his gear off and placed it down carefully on the ground.

And then made his way right back on top of her, another moan ripping from his throat when the tip of his finger felt how wet she was. She bucked her hips ever so slightly on the welcomed intrusion.

"Fuck Donatello. The things you are doing to me right now. You are so fucking sexy" her lips were centimeters to his, her eyes explored his face, taking him in.

This woman completely undid him with words alone. He swears she was trying to get him to rut her in both her condition and their first time together.

Her grip went for his now bare member, again, he gripped the edge of the metal bed. A shaky gasp escaping him, as the metal bent a little in his grip. Leaving permanent indents of his fingers, his eyes quickly went to hers. Hoping he didn't just scare her, he physically couldn't stop himself right now.

She eyed what he had just done, and a devilish smirk came to her eyes. He realized this woman wasn't as fragile as he thought. She truly was the fearless ghost of kyiv, she trusted him, she loved him.

He captured her lips in another scalding kiss, probing his head in her soaking wet entrance. A hand on her hip to keep her steady and to ensure she had as little movement to her midsection as he could.

And he began to rub his cock between her hot, wet, and swollen lips. Keeping the gentle movements up so he could coat himself, and prepare himself for her.

Her pleasured verbal whimpers were music to his ears, he felt a twitch in his extremities from the attention. As long as he waited, mainly trying to figure out if she was hiding more pain than she originally let on, she seemed relaxed and enjoying herself. He probed her with the head of his cock, watching her.

Ever so gently and slowly, he gave her small thrusts, so she could naturally lube him in small portions, and stretch out so she could take him. His grip grew tight on the berth again, he had to release the kiss so he could breathe while he felt her tightly clutch him. Fuck she was so warm and tight.

He kept moving his hips very slowly and gently, working himself into her warmth. Churring and groaning the entire time, until he bottomed himself out and let out a loud groan, wanting a moment to take her in.

"Fuck! Fuck Donnie!" Lesya cried, her face twisted in her pleasure.

"You ok Lesya?" His face twisted with concern, she hasn't given any indicator she was in pain. No smell of blood or signs of discomfort, he observed her from a medical standpoint.

"Ahhh. I'm-" She bit her lip, still adjusting to him.

"I'm ok. I need you baby, please" fuck, she was begging him. His instincts wanted to take control sooo bad. But he wasn't about to let that happen, he was going to take care of her.

His hands snaked to her ass, and he gave a gentle thrust. Causing her to gasp, he held her hips firmly, watching her wound as his thrusts were a solid pace, but not as quick as they'd both want them to be. Lesya didn't seem to be complaining as her face twisted in pleasure. She tried looking up into his eyes as he delivered her pleasure. But she didn't make it long before she closed her eyes again.

He kept his movements going with a fraction of his strength, his arm shaking with the strain of holding himself back. She felt so good, he just wanted to ravage her so badly. Especially when he felt her tighten up.

He moved his hips so he would be pulled out of her until his head was the only thing left in her. And then angled his hips and he pressed back into her.

Her breaths were in unison with his gentle movements, like she needed him to keep going or shed forget how to breathe.

Her small hand clutched his, and as he moved into her tight heat, her hand would tighten around his hand and her face morph to show her pleasure. He was obsessed with watching his lover as he moved.

He couldn't wait for her to be completely healed and REALLY make her squirm. Make her scream with pleasure, in the meantime, the gentle lovemaking did things to him. It was so sensual, they were so close and tender with each other.

He had to pause when she got tighter on him, he was breathing hard in his efforts against himself. Pulling out until head head was at her entrance, her muscles massaging his tip. He didn't want to come, not yet.

He reigned in his body, and then began to thrust back into his beautiful mate. Wiping the smug look off of her face as her chest heaved with his movements.

"Can you come for me? Hmm?" his voice was low and hoarse in her ear. He presses his hips flush to hers and wiggled to make sure she felt every inch, she cried out in pleasure. Urging him to keep going, finally she came, he stopped so he could steady her and help her brace. Hands planted on her hips so she didn't move her side where her injury was.

"Fuck Donnie" she was panting. He gave her a moment, and then Leaned down to kiss her, as he pushed through her tight muscles, feeling her pulse around him. And try to milk him.

He was getting close as her body worked his, he gave a few more thrusts, wanting to pick the pace up, but refusing to, that would make him too rough with her.

"Lesya. I’m. I’m about to come" he warned her, as he kept the soft movement up, feeling the electricity of his body, about to explode. She pulled him down for a kiss, running her fingers over his shell, and that did him in.

"Lesya. I love you. Nnngh! I love you so much" he his chest heaved as he poured himself into her. Until she was too full and overflowing of his seed. He was panting and his muscles were sore from the internal battle.

"You ok? Baby?" A large finger turned her face towards him. He smiled at the cloud 9 expression she had on her face.

"I am very much so ok" she assured, knowing he needed a verbal response to put himself at ease.

"You need to take it easy now baby. You've been pushing yourself so hard" he carefully lifted her up, rolled them, and placed her on his chest. Not pulling out of her.

He could never get over the size difference, his hand could damn near cover half her entire back. As he softly ran a hand up and down it.

"Yeah I'm not doing that" she said quickly, making his head jolt down to look at her in warning.

"Donatello. I’ve faced death in the air, all while going 5gs while I did it. You're sexy when you do that. Not scary, I don't fear you, not even a little" be realized she's faced death enough times to not fear it as a whole.

The turtle watched his mate, as she placed a hand under her chin, parting her large lips as she gazed at him. A smile threatening to tug at her lips, her eyes pierced into him.

"I will go out of my way to not take it easy until you take care of yourself. How much have you eaten, when's the last time you had time to yourself to take care of your body?" She looked at his arm where his scales were taking on an unhealthy white color, he hasn't been showering and moisturizing.

She's explored his body enough to know exactly where he's at with his own health. She ran a hand over his arm scales with concern, and then looked at his exhausted eyes.

"I am fine. But I refuse to let you continue the path you are. Go take care of yourself"

"Is this a rebellion?" He raised a brow ridge.

"Absolutely" she assured.

"I better take this seriously. Lord knows slavic people like you will go far for the sake of a rebellion" he joked, making her give an airy giggle, he smiled at her. But quickly moved his grip to the table when she suddenly threw her body back on his slowly softening and highly sensitive member.

"Fuck Lesya" his breathing was picking up again, as he tried to calm himself down. Placing his forehead against her shoulder, as his breathing slowed down.

"You going to do what you need to? And do what you're told?"

"Depends on who you ask. My cock? Very much likes what's going on here, and doesn’t want to leave. But my brain?... no it also very much so likes what's going on here and doesn't want to leave" they both snickered at that. As the turtle Leaned back, a big smile on his face at her.

Lesya gave him an innocent peck, and slowly pulled him out of her, careful of her damage. The turtle below her couldn't help a groan as she did. And she climbed off of him.

"Go on Donnie. The only thing that can scare me is when something bad happens to you. Including your own negligence and abuse to yourself" she admitted, making the turtle pause after he got up, and stared at her. He always knew he loved her, but today she was hitting every chord possible in his heart to prove he gave the right person his affection.

"I love you Lesya" he leaned back over, kissing her lips, and then kissing her forehead.

"I love you too" she assured. And he knew she did, God he knew she did. His bad ass, fearless mate gave him all she had, it was beautiful.

He gave her her underwear back, but didn't want her to redress and irritate her injury. So he settled with giving her a gown to cover herself up while he was gone.

"So you can undress me easier later?" She raised a brow. The nerd turtle gave her a Cheshiregrin, he didn't realize that until now.

"Now that you mentioned it? Yes" they both snickered. As he put on his gear, she just watched him, her eyes gave the fact away that she was in a pleasant daze. Probably because Don was unintentionally running his hands over his own body as he got his gear on. She was obsessed with his body, and she wanted him to known it.

"Ill be right back" he put his mask back on.

"No. Take some time to yourself. I'll still be here when you get back. Take a few hours, make yourself some good food-"

"You know I can't cook, its why I only hang out in the kitchen and watch you and my brother cook" he interrupted, bringing an amused smile to her eyes.

"Mikey can cook then. He's clearly been doing that while I was out" the food on his desk wasn't good anymore, it was clearly out for several hours.

"Alright. Ill see you in a few hours then" this time he went in for a gentle hug, hunching himself over to place his face against her hair, taking her scent in. She nodded, liking that answer better, he released her, and began to walk to the door of the lab. He had it open a crack when he looked back at her.

"You behave yourself in here, ghost of kyiv" she gave an airy chuckle as he grinned at her and opened the door all the way, only to nearly run into 3 stunned brothers.

"WHAT?!" came Mikeys exclamation.

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt raph #tmnt leonardo #tmnt mikey

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wh0lemilk0vich · 2 years

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this is sort of totally random but i just wanna say that i love your blog so so much!! just agreeing on the little things such as a dislike of limited mobility (like, personally that makes me really genuinely upset) or dislike of comparison to animals, and the celebration of all bodies yknow. makes me happy :)

like this is such a nice space genuinely. you don’t post about excessive shit that leads to health issues eg. immobility and u don’t dehumanise. don’t get me started on force feeding that makes me so sad. so many people in this community do do that and it makes me sad bcus i just wanna appreciate a belly sometimes yknow?! without said belly being an issue!! without people being cruel and rude!!

hope this didn’t come across weird ?? i just am so glad i found your blog bcus genuinely it’s really great and makes me feel better about my interests. i think i thought that wg/belly kinks always had to lead to some sort of limited mobility or dehumanising crap which like i mentioned makes me really upset, so finding someone who feels similarly and doesn’t post about it is just awesome and enforces the idea that it’s ok to not feel the same as others in a niche space. as well as being a skinny/midsize person myself i thought that i was a bad dude bcus of such. like i just wanna pat some thick thighs and tummy god damn, i wouldn’t even consider myself a chaser or feeder or whatever

no hate to dudes that like limited mobility or force feeding or that stuff, just totally not for me. no shame !!!!!!

sorry i realise that that was an absolute ramble!! i don’t know how to describe it but i hope you know that you and your blog rock !!!! 🪱‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Awe wormie 🪱, you're really so sweet!

And I know what you mean, so I'm glad that this dumb gremlin blog is helping you find/solidify your boundaries within the community.

It is incredibly hard, but really satisfying when you find the folks who just seem to get it! Remember that it's all nuanced and you're allowed to feel contradictory too. You're allowed to contain multitudes.

For example, I have a lot of weird and maybe extreme kinks related to this too, and you'll notice I tend not to be to soft or sentimental in the asks I answer. I like power play and bdsm and teasing and humiliation in this kink but I like it in a very different way than the majority, you know? A contradiction, so I have to hold true to my boundaries. I think being compared to animals can be done in a sexy way that doesn't feel dehumanizing, but it has to be done the right way or with a sense of consent on both sides. (Like i actually think cow-boys are so cute ugh). I also like extreme wg/force feeding fantasies which haven't come up all that much in like anons and stuff, but I do love reading like a dream or fantasy sequence with really big growth, or a bdsm scene with force feeding every so often.

Basically this is me saying that maybe there will be things that I like that I post about that may be squicks for you, but I'll try to do my best to tag or give content warnings because I think you can have it all and it still be a safe welcoming place.

But mostly, I think this blog finds like minded people and keeps itself well regulated, if that all makes sense

I just really appreciate you all as well, you're all my gremlins (affectionate) 🥰

#misha speaks #kink negotiation #🪱 anon

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siremasterlawrence · 2 years

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Formulating A Family 101

It is not like the rumors that have been on fire spreading out of control around the campus grounds.

It’s not my fault that my plan works way too well or that my love potion is at hundred percent accuracy.

Oh well! I had to create something over the top spectacular for my Grad school senior thesis project.

My professor has figuratively been up my ass constantly harassing me about its new contents.

Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you see it my discovery went flat till I accidentally made a new substance.

I found this rather weird, slimy green goo on the street of my building as I pass it by my feet stopped.

I felt called to it even though I am at the time uninterested and yet soon after it is under my microscope.

I place a piece on the slide transporting it to under the lens checking out if’s properties.

I did not mean to but once I finish my hand hit sending it flying in to a boiling test tube of my formula.

I quick race out of my room turning off the burner to fetch some paper when my professor reveals himself.

Hidden behind the door he walks over to the

vile inhaling a bit unintentionally his whole body froze.

I return to the room to see him mindlessly in a state of shock, slowly I make my way till I am inches away.

“Professor Kent are you ok?”

“Yes”

“What are you doing here so late?”

“I came to see you “

“Did you? Of course you did “

“Asshole…oops I am so sorry”

“I am a asshole”

“What the fuck?”

“Professor Kent, I need your help”

“Of course “

“What can I do”

“You see that vile, drink it and tell me how you feel.”

Automatically he comes to life reaching for it and gulps it down in mere seconds like a professional.

I can see no change in is demeanor prompts me to almost give up when he turns to face me.

His serious expression grows in to a happy face, wide smile and look of newly found love.

I am bit scared at his approach till he grabs my hands in his kissing them as he falls to his knees.

“What are you doing Professor…”

“Call me Kent”

“What may I call you?”

“Master Lawrence “

“Yes, Master Lawrence “

“Ok then, why the hell not”

“Can I have your wife?..”

“If it pleases you but I wish you prefer me.”

“Oh! I want you both”

“Very well, we are yours”

“By the way, change all my grades to A”

“Highest marks in the class”

“Naturally, you are my love”

Taking a cue I take in his sent sitting in utter delight at my victory of this sexy man in my arms.

He leans in to kiss me his cellphone lost in his side pocket vibrating incessantly is turn off.

His wife can wait apparently as he kisses me even more letting my love potential take root.

He becomes extremely handsy feeling me up so desperate to have air or water for the first time.

“Oh my !”

“Master “

“Handsy are we?”

“How could I not be”

“I love you “

“We better get out of here Master”

“Agreed, clean up and meet me in the parking lot.”

“Hi Master”

“Where can I take you?”

“I want to see your home”

“My wife will love you”

“She has no choice “

The drive is long about a hour or so I can tell with the constant radio announcements on the air.

He parks in the driveway opening the door for me, opening the front door to the house and his wife is pissed.

He looks to me with a signal moving forward he kisses his wife then shoves her on to my lips.

She tries to resist for the longest till the last of my potion slips from my lips to hers and she is mine.

I smirk seeing the change in her vile facial expression she leaps on to my in total love and obedience.

I send her to sleep in the guest room and not to wake up till morning at my orders.

“Clark you and wife are not on the same wave length for once.”

“You both feel utter devotion and love for me.”

“You are my slaves”

“I only have one question “

“When you move in Master Lawrence?”

The end

More coming soon

#Hypno Family

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mango-bango-bby · 3 years

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Hi!! i absolutely love you’re writing as i thought yanderes always had to be mean but you’ve given me what i needed with the softness would it be possible to get the nsfw alphabet for yandere deku? or really anything with him as when i imagine whom he’s a very desperate and needy boy i hope you have a great day!!

♡ Yandere Deku NSFW Alphabet ♡

He’s so cute 🥺🥺 Also thank you, I love the ideas of yanderes but a lot of the violence in yandere fics trigger me. I just want a soft yandere to take me away from all my problems and protect me 👉👈💖💕💞

(Fem!darling)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) ♡

Izuku’s first instinct is to make sure you’re okay. Are you alright? Did he hurt you? Did you feel good? Izuku is a hardcore worshipper a bit of a worshipper, so he wants to make sure you’re happy with him. He wants to lay with you and cuddle with you but if you don’t want to, he’ll leave the room (to cry)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) ♡

He’s supposed to choose? But everything about you is beautiful. Everything about you makes him feel fuzzy inside. He doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself. He’s very insecure about the scars on his arms. Please tell him he looks fine.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) ♡

It depends on what you want. If you want him to wear a condom, he will. You want his to cum inside, he’ll listen, If you want to get pregnant, he’ll take you off birth control (he’d be ecstatic if you wanted to have a baby)

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) ♡

Izuku is a pervert. It’s always the shy ones. He’s not disrespectful or gross like Mineta some people. But he has stolen your panties. And watched you shower. And taken pictures of you changing. And had wet dreams about you. And written down his fantasies about you in a separate notebook. Ok, maybe he’s really pervy.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) ♡

Izuku has no experience at all. He can’t even look at your naked body most of the time without feeling like he’s going to pass out. But despite his lack of experience, he notes down EVERYTHING you like. So he will make you feel incredible. Most of this from watching you masturbate and looking at your search history (to see what type of porn and hentai you read)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) ♡

Any position where he can see your face, he wants to make sure he’s pleasing you. So he’ll watch your face very carefully to see if you like it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) ♡

With most thing for Izuku, he’s mostly just nervous. Sometimes he get confident, but that wears off a little bit when he sees your body. If he’s had a bad day of hero work, he’ll either be completely baby-boy-sub or hard-yet-soft-dom.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) ♡

Once again, it depends on what you want. If you want Izuku to not have hair, he’ll shave it all off! If you want him to have hair, be prepared for tiny green curls down there!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) ♡

Izuku is very intimate with you. Pretty much everything he does in the bedroom is to please you. Although, if he’s had a particularly bad day of hero work, he’ll be a little bit rougher with you. Don’t worry, if he goes a bit over board, he’ll make sure you’re okay!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) ♡

Izuku truly didn’t masturbate before he found you. Then his sex drive went through the roof. He’s definitely jerked off into your panties. Or he has your panties over his face while he jerks off. Although, every time he does this, he feels extremely ashamed and embarrassed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) ♡

Thigh riding. Please ride his thigh. Izuku may have muscular arms but he’s also get muscular thighs, so if you ride his thigh, you’ll be able to feel his muscles. He also has a thing for seeing you ride him, he likes being able to see your face. And see your chest bounce up and down.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) ♡

Anywhere in his apartment. Unlike other yanderes, Izuku will take you out from time to time. But he will NOT make love to you in public. No one should be able to see you in such a vulnerable and intimate state!

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) ♡

Izuku loves seeing you in lacy and innocent looking lingerie. It makes him really riled up. Although he gets to shy to ask you to try lingerie on, most of the time.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) ♡

Izuku won’t share you. He gets insecure, so if you ask for a threesome or toys, he gets sad. Is he not enough for you? Is he doing something wrong? Should he be rougher or softer with you? What’s he doing wrong?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) ♡

Izuku is very good at oral. He doesn’t really know why, considering he has absolutely no experience. But he’s really, really good at eating you out. If you offer to give him a blowjob, he won’t be apposed to it. He will blush and hide his face the whole time, though. He’s also very sensitive, so please don’t tease him, he can’t handle it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) ♡

Refer back to letter I. Most of the time he’s soft with you. But sometimes the dom side of him comes out and he gets a little bit rough. Don’t worry, he’ll make sure you’re alright afterwards.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) ♡

Izuku would love to have super long sessions with you and overstimulate you to hell. But Izuku is VERY sensitive, meaning he cums pretty quick. But he can deal with some overstimulation on his part. He’s strong, he can handle it!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) ♡

Izuku will let you experiment on him! He doesn’t like hurting you, so most BDSM is out of the question. Unless you’re the dom, in that case, whip him as hard as you can! Don’t worry, he can handle it!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ♡

Because Izuku is very sensitive, he can only last a few rounds before he gets exhausted and SUPER overstimulated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) ♡

He’ll let you use toys on him! He doesn’t like using toys on you because he gets insecure that you’ll like it better than him. Izuku gets insecure fairly easily.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) ♡

Izuku will not tease you! He never ever wants you to feel bad or upset! If you want to tease him, he’s okay with that. When your the dom, he’ll let you be as soft or as tough as you want! If he’s the dom, he’ll be as soft as possible with you! You’re to special!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) ♡

Very, very, very, loud. Izuku is probably the loudest moaner imagine, he gets really embarrassed about it. The neighbors will hear you two, there’s no way they can ignore it. Izuku also makes the ahego face, every single time he thrusts.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) ♡

Izuku is the most switch, one could be.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) ��

Despite being shorter than the average teen, Izuku has a rather large member. Not super thick, but fairly long. He’s also very muscular in general, he doesn’t think he is, but he is.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) ♡

Izuku has a fairly high sex drive. Mostly because you’re just so sexy! How is he supposed to be calm when you look- well- the way you do?! He also has frequent wet dreams so most mornings he wakes up super horny.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) ♡

Izuku falls asleep, pretty quickly. Mostly because he gets super tired after sex. He tries to stay up but he can’t. He’ll also fall asleep with his arms around your waist with a rock solid grip. So good luck trying to get him off of you.

#yandere deku #yandere!deku #yandere Deku x reader #yandere Izuku #yandere Izuku x reader #yandere midoriya #yandere Midorya x reader #yandere bnha #soft yandere #yandere x reader

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ②

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ (ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility

smut 18+ (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟹 ᴋ (ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ!)

ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for all the love in the last part! I was truly expecting maybe about 20 likes but so far its gotten over 100! Thank you for being so nice to me on my first ever post and hope you enjoy part 2!

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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.

One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him.

Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.

You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident.

One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.

“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.

“Yes,” you drew out.

“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.

“Your what?”

“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”

“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning.

“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”

“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”

“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”

“Actually?” you asked.

“Pinky promise.”

“Ok give me like 5 mins.”

You ran to your room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit.

“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.

You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.

You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.

Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.

“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.

“She’s here.”

“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”

“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.

“What? I thought she hated parties.”

“I did too.”

As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”

“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”

“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”

You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I can’t drink.”

“Oh right. Do we have soda?”

“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”

“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him.

You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.

You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.

They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.

Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.

“Nat where did you go?”

“I'm in the car,” she slurred.

“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.

“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.

“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.

“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped.

“Nat…” you warned.

“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”

“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.

“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”

“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.

“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.

“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.

“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”

“Why didn’t he use my car?”

“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”

“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”

“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.

“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.

“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Really?”

“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”

“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”

“What’ll it be?”

You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually.

You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.

You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.

“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

You shivered at his words.

“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.

“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.

“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”

“Bucky-”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.

He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.

When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily.

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.

“Please, yes please.”

Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.

You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.

“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.

Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky.

“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”

You swallowed hard, but nodded of course.

Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh.

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.

“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”

“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.

He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.

You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back.

He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.

“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.

Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.

“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”

“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?

You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big.

“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.

“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.

Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.

“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.

“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”

You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.

Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder.

“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”

“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”

You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.

“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”

“I told you not to come until I say so.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.

“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.

“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”

You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you.

“Too tight?” you shook your head.

“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight.

Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning.

His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.

“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.

“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.

“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.

“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”

“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.

“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”

“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.

Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath.

Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit.

Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin.

He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.

“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.

He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.

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You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.

Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.

“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.

You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.

After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could.

Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours.

You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Look at you, goddamn.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?”

You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.

“Look how fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.”

You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.

“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.

“Please stay,” he asked you.

“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.

His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.

“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.

“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.

“They always leave,” he whispered.

“Who? ”

“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.”

Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.

“I won’t leave.”

“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.

“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.

“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”

“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.

“Bucky!”

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comradekatara · 3 years

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sorry if you've already answered something like this! I couldnt find anything on ur blog. what do u think the gaang (plus the fire nation girls) would think abt astrology and/or what do you think their signs would be? thank you hope u have a good day! :)))

i feel like i must've made a post abt this at some point, but i can't be bothered to find it, and this is the closest i could get to finding a post talking abt their star signs. anyway here are their #thots on astrology:

aang: thinks it's fun. isn't obsessed the way some of his friends are, but he likes reading his horoscope and knowing what signs his friends are

sokka: thinks it's bullshit and is vehemently against anything to do with astrology. astrology culture is like if u combined the worst parts of religion and pyramid schemes??? and worst of all, it's so offensive to actual math & astronomy, which are out there being sexy as hell and don't deserve to be associated with this inanity!

katara: obsessed with astrology. is always calculating ppls birth charts the second she meets them and is like "omg it makes so much sense that u have brown eyes most sags i know have brown eyes" (and sokka's like "and also.... it's a dominant gene?" but of course she just shushes him). she has genuinely considered dumping guys before bc their star signs weren't compatible. the only time she has ever came close to disavowing astrology is when she realized that she and zuko share a sign. disgusting! sokka actually found that pretty funny tho. he was like "ok maybe there's some truth in this after all..." just to piss her off (and it worked)

toph: fuck astrology!!!! nobody tells toph beifong what to do, not even the stars!!

suki: likes asking katara questions about her birth chart because it's fun to listen to someone else try to describe you while pretending to be completely objective and impartial. she finds it hilarious how angry it makes sokka to see her take even a passing interest in astrology. he claims she's "enabling katara"

zuko: katara got him rly into it and now he's obsessed. he 100% takes stock in horoscopes, as much as sokka tries to explain to him how and why it's all bullshit. and he's like "mhmm, mhmm, cogent points, intelligently thought out, very reasonable." and sokka's like "okay.... so you agree...?" and zuko's just like "the capricorn jumped out. like. u WOULD say that lmfao" and sokka's like "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE"

ty lee: isn't actually sure whether or not she "believes" in astrology but it can be super fun to talk about it like it's real. especially when sokka is around. he'll walk into the room and she'll be like "bad day, huh?" (sokka is almost always having a "bad day," so this is an extremely easy guess) and he's like "yeah i guess so" and she's like "you know why that is, right?" ("uh yeah, because these idiots–") "it's because mercury is in retrograde." and just like that, she makes his already bad day ten times worse <3 she's such a good friend <3

mai: is team astrology is bullshit with sokka, naturally. ty lee is fine with this, she doesn't rly care, and katara would expect nothing less from mai anyway, but zuko actually gets really offended whenever mai is like "no i don't believe that the planets can affect my personality or whatever. do u not even hear how dumb that sounds" he's just like "well of course you don't believe in ANYTHING you don't CARE you're so DISAFFECTED you think you're too good for us, don't you????" and when mai points out that sokka feels the exact same way and zuko never gets on his case about it, zuko's like "well.... it's also the way you say it. like, you sort of speak in this monotone?? and it can be very grating... so maybe if you just... changed your voice..... then you wouldn't be so annoying...." and mai's like "are you serious right now." and zuko's like "just. consider it .)"

azula: of course she doesn't believe in astrology. what is she, an imbecile?? you may as well believe that the moon landing wasn't faked. suckers

#the gaang and #throwback to those posts abt azula thinking the moon landing was faked fksjfskjhgg #real ones remember #i know ive made a post abt how katara is an astrology hoe before but i cant find it :((#tragique </3 #asks #swordboard

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meichenxi · 3 years

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Hey, could I ask you how you do shadowing? Like the different ways you do it? You mentioned in your tag that shadowing is good and I'd love to hear how you do it! I do not attempt shadowing much so I don't really know what helps, etc. ToT (my studyblr is rigelmejo)

Hellooo! Thank you for the interesting question!

Tbh I think I do it fairly basically - I don’t use any particularly fancy software, but software like Language Learning with Netflix has certainly made it easier. There’s a whole video on how to get the most of it here: [on mobile, link didn't work - How to study Chinese with Netflix! by Chinese Zero To Hero] (I’d recommend checking out all of their videos actually, they’ve done a bunch of livestreams recently and they place a lot of emphasis on shadowing + the course they are trying to sell you is…actually phenomenally good)

(Also, I have to preface this by saying that I have been very lucky in terms of pronunciation: I learnt about 80% of my current vocabulary by ear without characters or pinyin. I have been in China for eight months in total, and while I didn’t speak Chinese for all of that, I was constantly soaking in info on natural sentence intonation. I still often don’t know officially what the tone of a vocabulary item is, especially if it changes tone like 教, 为 or 相, but I don’t get yelled at so I have definitely internalised a lot of those changes. I definitely would have more trouble with this if I hadn’t had that experience - my other areas are waaaay weaker because of this though- my reading SUCKS lmao and I can literally handwrite about ten characters)

Anyway. How I shadow:

1) Quite simply by playing the line, and repeating it with all the emotion it has!! I usually use Netflix or Viki for this. I try to do it as fast as possible, and if I can’t do the whole thing, I ‘chunk’ it: if I were doing the sentence 我们还不知道他会不会来, I would start from the end with 他会不会来, then 不知道他会不会来, and then the whole sentence. Notice that this isn’t breaking it down into words or even grammatical phrases, but intonational phrases: it would be perfectly sensible to just do 会不会来 without the 他 but realistically, since this is a question, it’s likely that a strong stress will be placed on the first 会, and you wouldn’t be able to replicate that without also included the more weakly stressed syllable before.

2) I locate (intentionally or subconsciously) the main locus of stress within the sentence, and I focus on that accordingly. Tones may become less extreme if they are not stressed, and may become more exaggerated if stressed. This is always a good exercise. I accompany this with physical actions - I throw my hands down, I sigh, I groan!

3) I put away the text, and don’t look at the tones or even my computer screen - more on this below.

4) Finally, when I think I’ve got it reasonably accurate, I’ll record them speaking the line into my phone with an appropriate pause for copying and play it back to myself at various points throughout the day.

5) I then go and find other words with the same tone contour to slot in, and copy it again. After that, I find words that are slightly different tonally and pop them in too.

6) I finally do fun things like hold a conversation with myself. This can be really simple phrases imbued with some kind of emotion - 这个女子到底是谁呀？为什么不认识我？应该是新手吧。You can do this either really informally, or very formally, or both - trying to speak in the latter way is very fun! So then it’d be idk something more like: 那位姑娘是何人，来自何处？This is fun because you can really slow down your speech and sound as elegant as you like!! (this will sound stilted if you do it for modern speech, but it’s a very fun exercise)

Choosing your media!!

1) Don’t use donghuas. Seriously. The voice actors usually speak at a ridiculous pace and not with the same range of ‘normal’ intonation

2) Your Chinese is definitely good enough to recognise when anyone is quoting poetry or speaking in a paricularly sexy literary way so, uh…don’t do that. That rules dramas like Nirvana in Fire OUT.

3) Modern dramas and reality TV shows CAN be great, but they can also be quite intimidatingly quick and almost too mushy at times. I’d recommend informal speech in guzhuang dramas more, because they have professional voice actors and extensive sound editing, meaning that although it might be fast and the vocabulary harder, it’s actually much more accessible and easier to copy. You don’t want to be stuck with the awfulness of 50% failed foreigner and 50% 12 year old boy who can’t enunciate properly!!

4) CHOOSE YOUR WEAPON WISELY. I try to find characters that speak in a dramatic, whiny or childish way. This is so important! There’s literally no use copying Lan Wangji unless you want to be able to have that particular cadence and tone of voice you get reciting poetry. Childish/whiny/dramatic characters on the other hand stress some words very strongly, and rush others together - this is great for hearing what actual real speech sounds like. Whininess wins. In The Untamed, characters like Wei Wuxian (not yllz!wwx but just…regular wwx), 一问三不知 Nie Huaisang, Jin Ling, and Jingyi are all great. Also Jiggy, who is just very extra constantly and speaks much slower as well, which really helps. In SHL characters like Gu Xiang are good.

5) CHOOSE YOUR VOICE WISELY! If you are really aiming to copy them 100% (which you should try at least sometimes), you want somebody with your pitch range to sound normal. I have a sort of party trick in Chinese that because I’ve spent so much time listening to women in guzhuang dramas I can change my voice and sound like a) a scheming concubine with honeyed words, or b) the voice of the Beijing metro. My teacher found it hysterically funny. But it’s not my natural voice, and if I speak like that for too long it hurts. The women usually are too high for me, and the big burly manly men too low - so I’d recommend finding a man with a higher voice, or an older woman (like some of the female characters in Nirvana in Fire). Again, sorry that this is mostly the Untamed (I’m just most familiar with it) but the voice actors for Wei Wuxian and some of the juniors (+jiggy) has a higher voice. Likewise Chengling in Word of Honour.

On intonation in general:

- The thing is that whilst shadowing is useful it requires prior ability in a whole bunch of other skills that you can train - it relies on your ability to accurately mimic pitch, emotion and other contrasts. Training this in ANY language, including your native one, will help your ability to do this in Chinese - so I’d recommend spending a fair amount of time practicing shadowing (or speaking just after somebody whilst listening to a string of text, like monolingual simultaneous interpreting) in your native language too. Any training copying accents or mimicking other people is going to similarly help, regardless of the language.

So, with that in mind, further tips:

1) Hum / try to copy the intonation without any words. What this does is force you to pay attention to what the intonation actually is, versus what you may think it should be.

2) Don’t look at the text! Do! Not! Look! At! The! Text! If you look at the characters or pinyin you’re telling yourself ‘ok this is a third tone here’ etc, but you want to override the part of your brain that has gotten into bad habits and is supremely self-confident in how you’re pronouncing the third tone, and actually just go straight back to mimicking.

3) Don’t be afraid to do it with vocabulary that is way beyond your level. Actually, I find this can sometimes be helpful, because you don’t have a prior idea about how a particular tone pair should be useful - and you don’t know which tone you should be producing.

4) Learn vocabulary by ear - listen to a vocab podcast or even make one yourself (I often do this; I record my daily Anki and listen back to it through headphones copying throughout the day - if you’re not confident in your pronunciation you can get Google Translate to do it). Similarly, pick unknown vocabulary out of a longer segment and remember it, trying to internalise the tones instead of figuring out which tone it is.

5) Find emotional sentences, and copy them with emotion. This is SO CRUCIAL!!! We remember things when we relate to them, and when we imbue them with emotion - and it also helps in hearing exactly how an angry second tone sounds, for instance.

6) When you’re copying, look up, and imagine you are having an actual conversation. Carry yourself with conviction and poise!! Really try to whine like wwx or slime like jgy. After a couple of turns copying them, try to turn off the audio and keep delivering it in the same manner.

7) Swap individual words out. Once you have a line properly figured out, swap a word or two that has a different tone pair, and focus on delivering it with the same pattern of stress.

8) Finally, practice doing this in your native language too!! It’s a skill that we don’t use often, and it can be trained. Some people are terrible at it at first go even in their native language, but you can work on it!

About intonation in general:

1) I think a lot of pronunciation problems with people sounding unnatural or stiff ultimately come down to a fundamental misunderstanding of what intonation looks like across different languages. In English we mark it by pitch: and we are so used to the rhetoric that Chinese has ‘tone’ and not ‘intonation’ that we try and focus on blindly copying every single word textbook perfect without listening to how it actually sounds.

2) Chinese does have intonation!!! Except that, unlike English, when you stress a word, the pitch doesn’t change, but the tone contour is exaggerated - basically the only time you will ever hear a full third tone is in isolated or very exaggerated speech. If you have a Chinese friend, get them to record a sentence like the English ‘I didn’t ask her to steal his rucksack’, and put stress on the different elements of it - I didn’t ask, I didn’t ask, I didn’t ask, and so on. Notice and copy how the tones change. When shadowing, you should always be paying attention to where the stress is in the sentence: when you speak by yourself, practicing saying a sentence neutrally, and then with stress on one component, the next, and so on. If it feels unnatural, it’s because you might not have practicised like this before - it’ll get better!

Hope that’s somewhat helpful / interesting!

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buckysgoldenheart · 4 years

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The B****, The Favorite, His Sister & Her Lover

Henry Cavill x Reader

Summary: Henry is in love with you, but you have been avoiding him for a month and you are forced to face the repercussions of your actions when your brother brings him to family dinner. (Fluffy, sorta smutty)

Words: 4979 (Sorry ☹, but I hope you like it if you decide it’s not too long).

All you wanted, well, not wanted, but all you planned for was a simple, hopefully non-stressful dinner where your mother made her lasagna and your brother eased her not-so-innocent attacks on you with his charming personality. It was a Friday. Friday’s were supposed to be relaxing, and if you could ignore the ‘subtle’ digs at your lack of relationship you might even consider it a win.

You sat at the counter, sipping at wine as your small mother slid her lasagna into the oven with two large, rose-printed oven mitts. What should have been a simple task ended up as your mother spending an entire minute adjusting and readjusting the pan until it was dead center on the rack.

“You’re letting all the heat out, mom.”

Her nearly entirely gray-haired head was practically in the oven when she said, “It has to be perfect or it won’t bake evenly, Y/N. If you ever cooked, you would know that. Men like when a woman can cook, you know.”

You rolled your eyes and took another sip of the dark reddish-purple liquid when the doorbell rang. Fucking finally, you thought, Brother dearest to the rescue. You actually loved Johnny almost more than anyone. He was your best friend, and without a doubt, you could show up at his apartment asking for help hiding a body and he would drop everything to google the best place to do it.

Probably a little too eagerly, you set your glass down, jogged to the small foyer, and whipped open the door. “Damn it, Johnny, you’re late. Mom is—”

Your body froze. Johnny was smiling wide, holding up a bottle of gin in his hand and waving it at you like a prize, standing next to the one man you had been trying to avoid for the better half of a month. You closed your parted lips and slid your tongue over them to wet the sudden dryness.

“Where’s mom?” Johnny asked.

You nodded your head in the direction of the kitchen. “Where else?”

You brother slipped by you, disappearing around the corner as he called for your mother. A sharp squeal echoed through the halls a moment later, your mother’s high-pitched tone crying ‘my baby boy,’ over and over.

Looking at the man before you: the blue eyes, the dark brown hair, the plump lips with an uneasy smile, you tried to look welcoming. You were sure you failed miserably, but who could blame you. Avoiding him had been going so well.

“Hi, Y/N.”

You swallowed. “Hi…Henry.” Awkwardly, you opened the door a little wider and stepped to the side. He cleared his throat and brushed passed you, the toned chest you had tried to forget rubbing up against your breasts. “Just, um…” You pointed in the direction of the kitchen before you realized it would just be better for him to follow you. “Follow me.”

When you saw Johnny playfully twirling your mother around to music he had turned on at some point, you internally groaned. He really was the perfect son. Perfect enough to make up for your lack of achievements. Johnny paused, large grin still in place when he saw you and Henry.

“Mom,” He said, gesturing a hand your way, “This is Henry, a good friend. We work together.”

Her eyes brightened even more at the sight of him. Tall, broad, sexy; the perfect potential suitor for her pathetic daughter. You just prayed she could keep her mouth shut for a single night.

“Henry,” She said, taking his hand in hers. “So lovely to meet you. Please, take a seat. What would you like to drink? I can get you anything.”

Henry looked anxious at the sudden onslaught of attention. You knew the feeling, though it was often directed your way in a more negative manner. Before Henry could respond, your brother set a glass of bourbon in front of him to which he responded with a nod, a smile, and a ‘thank you.’

The scene in front of you was more and more beginning to feel like an episode of The Twilight Zone. Henry was sitting at the kitchen counter of your childhood home with a drink in his hand, chatting with your mother and brother like it wasn’t weird. He looked misplaced. He was too big for the room. His shoulders were massive, and he was so, so tall, and there was something about it that had you panicking.

“Johnny!” Your brother looked your way. “Can I speak to you for a moment?”

Without waiting for a response, you turned on your heel and walked to your old bedroom. You shut the door with an annoyed huff once your bother’s body was barely on your side of it. He observed the room as if he hadn’t seen it a thousand times before then winced when he met your eyes, having run out of places to look. “Oh, don’t give me that.”

You crossed your arms. “What the fuck is he doing here!”

“He said he was going to be alone for the weekend and when I told him I was going home for the night, I offered for him to come.”

Raising an eyebrow, you scoffed. “And why would he accept that thrilling proposal?”

Johnny chucked and rubbed the back of his neck. “Funny thing—”

“Oh, is it?”

“I may have told him you were coming, too…”

“Is that so?” You said a little louder.

Your brother shrugged and sighed. “Look, Y/N, he loves you…a lot. I barely mentioned your name before he started to pack his overnight bag.” He chuckled at the memory. “Personally, I don’t get it. I never really felt like you outgrew that mousy, awkward phase, but I guess he sees passed that.”

Groaning, you grabbed a pillow off your bed and threw it at his head. “Johnny!”

He tossed the pillow back at you and you swatted it away. “He’s a good guy, Y/N. You could do worse. He could probably do better, but he did spend the entire drive here unashamedly asking about you, so he must think otherwise.”

“You’re an ass.”

“I’m the best and you love me.” Johnny walked to you and threw and arm over your shoulders. “Now, come on. We’ve left him alone with our mother. No one deserves that.”

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“Oh, I did see that…” Your mother snapped her fingers. “Oh, what was it? Uncle something, the uncle man, no that’s not it, uncle—”

“The Man from U.N.C.L.E,” Henry finished for her.

“Yes!” She smiled triumphantly as if she had come to answer on her own. “I quite enjoyed that one.”

“Well, thank you. That’s very kind of you.”

“My son says you’re Superman as well. Is that so?”

“Mom,” Your brother interrupted as he dragged you back in the room. “Leave Henry alone, alright? He gets questioned all the time. He doesn’t need it from us.”

Your mother swatted a hand. “Oh, nonsense. How am I supposed to get to know Henry here if I don’t ask questions?”

“Are you interviewing him for something?”

As she donned the oven mitts again, bent down, and pulled dinner out of the oven, your mother winked. “Maybe…”

You let out a quiet whimper, grabbed your glass, and downed the rest of your wine in half a second. Johnny nodded your way and handed you the bottle. You nodded back in appreciation and refilled your glass a little more than socially acceptable.

“Ok, now, everyone at the table,” You mother announced.

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The lasagna was annoyingly delicious, but the conversation ruined it. You were definitely buzzed by now, trying to scarf down the last of your food. Maybe you could feign illness and dip out before dessert. The two hour drive back to your apartment at nine p.m., tipsy or not, sounded exponentially better than staying the night like you usually did. If only it weren’t illegal and didn’t mean potentially harming yourself or someone else. Johnny watched you sympathetically, so very clearly understanding your discomfort, until your mother drew his attention at the mention of his name.

“John has a girlfriend,” She said to Henry, then looked at her son. “Where is Margaret, Johnny?”

“Business trip,” He replied. When she raised her eyebrows, undoubtedly impressed that her son found a woman important enough to be needed around the world, Johnny elaborated. “Paris this month. She is collaborating with some famous designer out there.”

“She is so smart and beautiful, very driven. It’s extremely impressive. You must be so proud of her.”

Johnny smiled at the thought of his girlfriend. He did love her in a way he’d never loved any other and you knew how hard it was for him when she was gone, so you reached out and placed a comforting hand on his arm. “I am proud of her. I am, um…I’m actually going to ask her to marry me when she gets back.”

Your mother squealed and practically jumped out of her seat. “Oh, my goodness!” Then, she actually stood and trotted over to her son, wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his head. Henry met your eyes as you averted them from the spectacle that was your mother, seeming to be examining every feature of your face with an undetermined expression. You wanted to look away but found yourself unable. His stare reminded you too much of the last time you saw him. The way he had studied you then, it made you melt. It was as if he was trying to figure you out, like he thought you were some kind of otherworldly being with a uniqueness he couldn’t quite find the words to describe.

You watched as his lips slowly parted and your thoughts turned dark. You mother would be ashamed, but she quickly stopped them as she fawned more over your brother. “I’ll have grandchildren in no time!” She placed on last peck on your bother’s cheek before taking her seat again, folding her napkin back over her lap. “Henry, have you met Margaret?”

Henry’s eyes finally left your face. “I have actually.”

“Oh, isn’t she absolutely lovely? Just perfect for my Johnny. I wish Y/N would find someone.”

“Mom,” You and Johnny said at the same time. Here we go. But your mother ignored your protests.

“Someone like you, Henry,” She continued and rested her hand on his forearm. “You would be perfect. You are so charming and sweet and handsome; you’d be good for her. Y/N has a horrible history with men, absolute buffoons. They never treat her right. They never love her.”

“Mom!” Johnny shouted, thankfully trying to protect you, because with each word that passed your mother’s lips, you lost the will to protect yourself.

“But a man like you—”

The sound of your chair skidding across the hardwood drowned out any other noise. You stood, threw your napkin down and, without a word or glance at anyone at the table, left for your room.

Johnny blew out a breath and shook his head. “Mom…”

Her eyebrows rose and she shrugged, her hands out in question like a small child when asked where the last of the cookies went. “What?”

“You need to lay off. Honestly. Give her a break.”

That surprised look on her face quickly shifted. “Oh, please, John. She knows I mean well. When I find her a man, she will thank me.”

“Will she?” Your brother’s lips thinned out. “I’ll go talk to her.”

Henry dabbed his mouth with his napkin and stood. “No. I’ll go,” He said, but paused when your mother put her small hand on his arm again.

“Oh, Henry, dear, you don’t have to deal with her.”

“No, mom,” Johnny interjected. “Let Henry go. I’ll stay and help you with the dishes. I think dinner is over.”

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The knock at your door had you groaning. You didn’t want to see anyone, not even Johnny. There was nothing he could say to make it better, to make the entire night disappear as if it never happened. All you wanted to do was lay back in your bed and stare at the little glow stars you had stuck on your ceiling when you were five. If you turned off your bedside lamp, they would shine that bright alien-green color that once had you wishing you could live with some wild, extra-terrestrial being instead of your own mother. But then the door pounded again.

“Not now, Johnny.”

You thought your simple, aggravated tone was enough to persuade anyone to leave you alone, until a moment later when the door eased open. “Not Johnny,” Henry said, and your heart skipped a beat. “Can we talk?”

Keeping your eyes on the little ceiling stars, you said, “I swear to god, if this is about my mom—”

“It’s not.”

“If it’s about the other thing, then the answer is still no.”

Henry quietly groaned, shut the door, and stepped to the side of the bed. The room was suddenly warmer as you met his eyes, and he nudged your legs to the side so he could sit. “Why not?”

You took a deep breath and scooted your body up until your back was against the wall. He still looked at you; determined, you realized. He wanted what he wanted, and he clearly had no plans to leave without answers. “That was an accid—”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Yes,” You said firmly. “It was.”

He rose a perfect eyebrow. “How so? Neither of us were drunk, we both wanted it. You told me—”

“I know what I told you.”

Henry nodded and swallowed, his eyes darting to the floor for a second before back to you. “Were you lying to me then?”

‘No,’ You wanted to say, but somehow, your lips could not form the word. Though even if they could, you weren’t sure any sound would come out.

“Tell me, how does it happen that two people can admit their feelings for one another, sleep together, and then one of those people decides to leave in the middle of the night and start avoiding the other.”

“Didn’t I just say—”

“Yea, well, I want to talk about it,” he interrupted you, and you didn’t miss the irritation starting to seep into that delectably deep voice of his.

The look on his face had you wishing you could rip out your own stomach to avoid the nausea it induced. At least I feel guilty, you thought. You could be one of those people who lies to get in someone pants and then avoids them. You didn’t lie, so there would always be that.

“Why did you leave?” He asked.

You didn’t even know. Was there actually a single reason, or where there so many little reasons that you couldn’t pinpoint one in particular. Either way, you couldn’t explain. You knew what you felt for him. You knew it scared you, and that you didn’t want to hurt him. But how do you make a stupid choice like unwrapping his arms from your body in the middle of the night while he sleeps so you could leave, and then ever be able to look him in the eye again. You weren’t strong enough for that, not when it came to him. He made you feel amazing and beautiful and loved, and you threw it back in his face.

“Y/N—”

“Can we please not do this,” You whispered.

“No, we are doing this,” Henry said, standing sharply. “We are definitely doing this.”

You stood as well, willing yourself to be as tall as him. At least then it would be fair, but he was inches above you, and you didn’t possess the magical abilities to make yourself grow after the age of 15, so… “Henry—”

He stared you down, stepping to you and forcing you back until your spine met the wall. “Just answer the damn question, Y/N. Is what you said to me a lie?”

“I…I’m…I don’t—” You stammered and, though tried to hold your ground, couldn’t stop yourself from looking away and to the tacky, blue carpet flooring. But Henry wasn’t having it. He crooked a finger under your chin and lifted until you had no choice other than to gaze into the ocean blue of his eyes and at the small brown island in the left one.

“Do you love me or not?”

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. You wanted to say something, you had to, he wouldn’t wait forever, but—

“Yes or no, Y/N.”

…He wouldn’t wait forever…

“Yes or--”

“Yes.”

In the same breath, he cupped your cheeks and put his lips on yours. Tasting him again sent shocks through every nerve of your body. It felt like your first sip of water after surviving days without; like the feeling of sunshine on your skin after being trapped so long in the darkness you lost track of time. It felt as if his kiss held inside it everything you needed to finally be free. No more denial, no more loneliness or fear, no more avoiding him because he clearly wasn’t going to let that happen for one more minute.

When you finally gave in and parted your lips for him, Henry groaned. His tongue on yours created a fire that burst inside of you and soothed the chills his touch created, and before you had time to process another thought, you were pushing him back to your bed and straddling his lap. Warm hands traveled up and down your back until the moan you made at the feeling of his hard on pressing to your core had him wrapping his arms tight around your waist. So tight, you were not sure how you could still breathe.

You sneaked your hand between your bodies and worked to unbuckle the belt around his hips, but he pulled back just as you yanked it from the loops and tossed it to the side. You searched his eyes for any reason he may have stopped you, but all you saw was love. He reached up and brushed a stray hair behind your ear, then caressed your cheek and stroked along your cheekbone with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, eyebrows still drawn together in confusion.

Henry smiled to slightest. “I love you.”

“…Still?” You looked away from him in embarrassment. “Even after avoiding you for a month?”

“Yes, still,” He chuckled. “Even after that.”

You let out a little whimper and touched your forehead to his. “I don’t know how you could.”

“Because it’s you, baby.” He put a hand on the back of your neck and pecked your lips once, twice. “I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

You lifted your head from his and he smiled, glancing at your lips before meeting your eyes. “How long?”

“Since your brother brought you to the Fallout wrap party.”

“Henry…”

“I know. I should’ve told you a long time ago, way before last month.” With one hand, he threaded his fingers through your hair. The other started to rub up and down your thigh.

He nudged his nose against yours and before he could kiss you again, you whispered, “I love you.”

Your words made him contentedly hum from deep in his chest, then he placed his lips on yours again, your bottom one between his two. He sucked on it and softly nibbled, and you slid your hands up his chest until you could wrap your arms around his neck. Grinding your hips down forced a groan from Henry as he went for the button of his jeans.

Your lips separated for a moment so you could hike up your skirt, and before he could, you slipped your fingers inside his pants and pulled out his cock, grasping it in your warm hand. His lips parted at your touch, his eyes staring hard into yours as you lifted up, tugged your panties to the side, and started to ease yourself onto him. His cock parted your folds and stretched you so deliciously wide that the familiar string from his size had you gasping.

“Oh, God,” Henry sucked in a breath, sheathed fully inside you. “So good, sweetheart.”

You nodded, lost for words. Nothing could describe the feeling of him inside you. He filled you the way no man ever could, in more ways than one. Every hollow part of you he sated; your body, your heart, your mind, all brought to peace just by being with him. How you let your fear get in the way of this for an entire month, you couldn’t understand. But as he held you so close nothing could get between your bodies, you pushed your thoughts to the back of your mind and started to rock your hips back and forth on his lap.

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“That is a lot of stars,” Henry said as you laid back in the bed and stared up at your ceiling, his arms still wrapped around you. He hadn’t let you go, even for a second. From the moment you said ‘yes’ to his question, his hands remained on your body, his skin always touching yours.

“I like space.”

“I know,” He chuckled, then pulled you on top of him. You overlapped your hands on his chest and rested your chin on them.

“Oh yea?”

“Mhm. I know an awful lot about you. I’ve been paying attention for a while.”

“I know things about you, too.”

“Oh yea?” He asked, mimicking you with a smirk and an arched eyebrow.

“I know that you’re obsessed with video games, you like to cook and you’re actually good at it, you want a family, and you love Kal more than anyone.”

“Almost more than anyone.” He smiled at you and brushed a knuckle down your cheek. “Don’t tell him though.”

You giggled but continued. “I know that you are supportive and determined and you always go after what you want--”

“Like I did with you.”

“—And there is no one in the world like you. You make me feel safe…and loved.”

He leaned closer and you rose to meet his lips. “You’re all I want.”

The corners of your mouth crooked up, but a moment later they fell and you sat up in fear. “Oh, my God.”

“What?”

“We’ve been in here,” You paused to check the small alarm clock on your bedside table, “For an hour.” Standing quickly, you looked around, wildly searching for your underwear that Henry had yanked down your legs at some point and tossed to God knows where.

He hopped up and threw his shirt over his head. When you handed him his belt, he nodded and thanked you with a smile before he began to slip it through the loops.

You sighed in relief when you found the dark blue lacy panties and pulled them up your legs. “My mother is gonna lose it. I bet the only reason she hasn’t barged in here is because of Johnny.” You ran around like a chicken with its head cut off, looking for garments and hurriedly clothing yourself. When you passed in front of Henry, he grabbed your arm.

“Babe,” He said, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. “It’s fine. Everything is going to be fine.”

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You stepped down the stairs and casually rounded the corner into the living room as if you hadn’t just had sex twice, to see Johnny sitting in one of two brown leather armchairs, sipping his gin and tonic. Your brother smirked when he saw your somewhat disheveled appearance, with Henry behind you, one of his large hands on your hip.

“Hey, sis.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start. Where’s mom?”

He nodded his head to the couch you hadn’t bothered to glace at yet, where your mother’s body draped along it like a rag doll, a glint of drool at the corner of her mouth. “What the fuck?”

“Mom still cannot hold her booze.” He stood and watched your mother as she let out a loud snore. “Don’t worry, she didn’t hear you. She was too busy ranting about your lack of love life.” You swallowed and Johnny walked up to you. Raising one eyebrow, he looked between you and Henry, then took a gulp of the clear liquid in his glass. “The irony, huh?”

Before you could say a word, your brother slipped by you and patted Henry a few times on the shoulder. “Oh, and you’re free to go home,” Johnny called from the kitchen. “I have a feeling you’d both rather spend your night…well, not here, and I can look after our dear mother. You can thank me tomorrow.” He chuckled.

Henry looked down at you and smiled softly. “We can stay if you want.”

“Are you kidding?” You snickered. “Just give me a minute, then we can go.”

He grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’ll go wait by the car. Tell Johnny I’ll see him Monday, yea?”

You nodded and as Henry left out the front door, you made your way down the tiled hallway that led to the kitchen. You found your brother sitting at the counter and typing on his phone with a smile.

“Margaret?” You asked.

Johnny placed his phone back on the counter and took a swig of gin straight from the bottle. “Yea.”

“How is she?”

“Good. She’s doing really well out there.” He smiled, though halfheartedly, and went for the fridge to pull out your mother’s devil’s food cake. Grabbing a fork, he walked back to the counter, put the cake in the center and dug right into the side of it. You stared as he devoured bite after bite. If it were you, you would have surely faced the wrath of the small, plump woman passed out in the next room, but Johnny ate without a care in the world. “I fucking miss her.”

You picked at a fingernail as you asked, “Is it awful…to have someone you love hours away from you for weeks at a time?” You hated to see your brother miss his girlfriend so much his insides hurt, and you had no desire to be in the same situation.

“Not as awful as it probably sounds. It would be easier with you and Henry, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He gave you an amused look that only barely masked his own pain.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he and I have to go wherever the production companies take The Witcher, but you can travel freely with your job and, believe me, he’ll take you everywhere he’s filming as long as you say yes. He also might try to superglue you to his side though, so watch out for that.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together, trying to not smile as much as your brother’s words were begging you to, then forced it down with a swallow. “Johnny…” He hummed, and when you didn’t continue, he turned his head to look at you. “Thank you. I don’t know that I would’ve talked to him again if you hadn’t brought him here. I would’ve tried to forget about it, and him.”

Johnny smirked as he poked at the cake with his fork. “Nah, Henry wouldn’t have let that happen. He’s, like, an idiot for you, but a very…determined idiot.”

“Really?”

“Oh, baby sister, you have no idea.” He rubbed up and down the side of your arm the way he used to as kids in high school when he thought you were being a little too naïve for your own good. “But I’ll tell you all about the nauseatingly, sappy whining he did over you another time.”

That was a story you were sure Henry would try to keep as far away from you as possible and the thought made you smile. The close friends he probably told, or ‘whined’ to, as your brother said, would undoubtedly have a ball trying to recount every detail just to see how red Henry’s cheeks could get.

You wrapped your arms around Johnny from the side, your head just meeting his shoulder, and squeezed. He wiggled his arm out of your tight hold to tuck you into his side then kissed your forehead.

“I love you,” You said.

“I know.”

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Seeing Henry leaning against your car, patiently waiting for you, made something in your chest lighten. He didn’t seem bored or annoyed or itching to rush you along, but just content to stay in that one spot until you were ready to go. You’d never had that before: a man who didn’t force you to follow every minute of his schedule, who didn’t make you feel like you could never be an inconvenience without consequences, who didn’t hold you down by the boulder on your chest, suffocating you until you complied. It made you appreciate what it meant to be able to inhale and exhale for more than just the need to keep your body from dying. It gave you the chance to see that there are two types of breathing: There’s the breathing that keeps you alive, and there’s the breathing that keeps you sane. Henry allowed you to have both, and it took the smallest of gestures to give you that relief.

He smiled bright when he saw you striding over the front yard grass to him and took your hands in his once you were within reach. “You ready?”

You nodded and rested your head on his chest, inhaling the scent you memorized a year ago. “Yours or mine?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“If we go to yours, we can be having sex sooner. Mine’s an extra fifteen away,” You said and looked up at him.

“Mine it is.” He winked and then kissed you.

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hae interrogationes multae respondeant quia demens .

if you read this entire ask post you deserve a gold star and financial recompensation

Um, Obviously because when you’re adopted by a white guy you automatically become white duhhh

this is about this post lmao and yeah youre absolutely right, you have to hand your poc card in when you get adopted by a white guy.

Do you think Cass would listen to Yanni, the YouTube channel epic symphonic rock, or some other stuff? There's some cool mashups but idk if that's up your alley, I kinda feel like I'm pushing it with my weird taste of music by recommending an orchestra cover of metal, but i just love that sort of thing and mashups :P @harvestyourcherries

i haven’t heard of that? but in my personal (correct) opinion steph listens to classical music, and then both modern and older, and then also stuff like black sabbath, iron maiden, but also hardrock and hardcore. i like the idea of cass just liking the most extreme screaming songs full of noise and then also listen to pachelbel’s 370th sonata yanno? THANK YOU for the rec tho

speaking of ur cass playlist hc...reminds of the time (yesterday) i found 2 playlists randomly on spotify from the same user. one was abt 3 hours of instrumental/classical "dark" & "nostalgic" music. the other almost 11 hours of nothing but hardcore bass/synth/electronic music. just an incredible tightrope act to put on in public. the synth one was also called like "psalms for synth sluts" which is Also incredible

tbh i LOVE synth SO MUCH like for no reason at all but then also cannot handle a poppy electronic beat lmao. but this seems like the kinda thing i’d do but just in one (1) playlist bc i just sort songs by vibe instead of genre? that’s how i end up with britney spears and billy ray cyrus in the same playlist.

Oh, I want Kate Kane playlist next! It would be amazing if you could do one when you have time and will 🙏

how rude would it be of me to just say no? like sorry kate but idk you and also you seem way too keen on the us military for an institution that homophobically targeted you? (and also commits war crimes) but let’s unpack the fact that the institution that caused the death of your mom and sister and also got you blacklisted for being gay is still one you align with???

'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' 'yes i am' 'no you're not' --- when i tell you i fucking screamed LOL!!!!!!! i can imagine the cameraman not knowing if he should cut to commercial or keep it on these two weirdos fighting on stage (bruce definitely ruffled dick's hair/noogied him right??

about this post but yeah lmao. this cameraman just turns to like the audience to get a reaction and it’s just multiple moments of CLEAR shock.

you are the only funny person on this hellsite

how egotistical is it for me to say that i get this ask multiple times a month? bc it literally happens so often it’s hilarious to me.

Wish there was more john/Bruce content 😔😔😔 was so hungry I actually looked at canon media 😔😔😔 (Justice League Dark babeeeyyyyyy)

check out batman: damned for some mediocre content but at least it’s john/bruce (also very interesting story and stuff, just got very >:( over this weird part where harley quinn tried to r*pe bruce or something? it’s not for everyone)

dick grayson but he's nicki minaj

his anaconda don’t want none,,, unless......

Dick Grayson was never a cop, he played Marshall on Paw Patrol

you are SO right. also paw patrol is a fucking good show idc. that shit could’ve been the new steven universe on this hellsite.

https://www.instagram.com/p/CS1lI0bLI7-/?utm_medium=copy_link

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why do people keep reposting my CONTENT. if you are not funny yourself don’t just grab shit off of tumblr and post it on insta,,, get a life. sidenote: should i start an insta and get all these ppl to take my content down that would be funny as hell.

Might I suggest for a Gotham City Meme: something about the true crime fandom thirsting for the rogues gallery

ok can i just say something slightly controversial?? no? i don’t find true crime ppl who are into criminals funny, that shits disturbing irl im not gonna bring that into my very chill universe.

i may have never seen a 'jason cleaning guns in sink' fic but i do know he WOULD

THANK YOU

bestie im sorry to say this to you but while you can, and people do wash their guns in the sink, that is a lot of lead in a very vital part of the kitchen.

people tend to do it in the bathtub.

WHY???? like damn why do you even have guns

i dont think i read many gun sink fics exactly but i have read lots of fics where jason cleanes his guns in the living room. usualy dissembles them and cleans them with a rag i think

lmao fair enough, like i think that’s a large part of what i remember as well.

if you say you've seen/read gun sink fics I believe you. I think those of us who didn't see them are lucky or maybe didn't search for fics by tags or something idk

i mean ive never sought them out but i HAVE seen them,, like definitely i know almost for certain.

saw your tags and I'm interested in Steph/Kara now. They would be the most chaotic couple <3

literally thoooo, i have a wip where they get together in a zombie apocalypse and like UGGGHhhh i am so in love with them.

I am the Breece anon. Thanks for the recommendation; am reading now. I’ve always been a hardcore Superman fan because I love my pure himbo farm boy. My logic is, if one Bruce is a Broose, then multiple Broose are a herd of Breece. And this is a hill upon which I will perish.

fair enough,,,, like moose, meese, goose, geese, bruce, breece. i get your logic and i stand by it as well. (glad you enjoyed the comic recs!!!!)

It's a beautiful day in Gotham, and you are a group of horrible Breece

OH my god dude lmao

there only being 42 fics on ao3 for tim and bernard is honestly so sad i need more

it’s like twice that now!!! we did it lads. (tho very sad that my fic isnt number one but like number 4 :(((( )

i'm too late you already did the poll lol but may i suggest bethy (bernard + timothy)

shit dude that wouldve been so fucking funnyyyyy. think ppl have just stuck to timber tho, tim/bernard kinda died down recently and i think it’s too bad, they’re a great couple and i love them.

Wait, hear me out

Bernothy @redlightofdawn

great recommendation (lmao this ask is from like a month ago) but very sorry to announce that NARDTH is the superior shipname

Wait, we know that bernard likes milfs (Tim's step-mom) but what about dilfs? gilfs?

Wait no, I regret sending that ask

these were two seperate asks and they’re HILARIOUS. in my personal opinion tho,,, milfs, gilfs, dilfs are just about vibes and bernard is just attracted to sexy ppl who may sometimes be milfs, dilfs, or EVEN gilfs.

crime in bludhaven would drop to half if nightwing had a boob window. in this essay i will-

WHERE’S THE ESSAY ANON, WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

Wait if Barbra and Tim r at opposite ends at all times what happened to Barbra once everyone’s Tim’s ever love before started dying lol

she won a lottery ticket and spent 2 weeks on a resort in the bahamas before returning home and finding out that the joker was arrested for tax evasion and then spent a month staying at her big tiddie goth girlfriend’s house before conner came back to life and she broke her pinkie playing table hockey.

Why is the opposite end thing so funny and compelling to me. Tim comes back from his depression quest for Bruce and Babs is now a literal god

lmao when tim loses his spleen barbara reaches nirvana.

Are you still taking music recs because I have three songs that remind me of Jason that I think you'd like

send to me or lose a toe

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thanks, i wont tho on account of i wont.

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This is the whole of Blüdhaven and everyone anywhere.

Nightwings ass alone saves more people in a calendar year and does more for so society than most heroes do their whole career.Also u are one of the funniest tumblr pages out there. The vibes are unmatched and the memes and tags ✨send me✨.Thank u and goodnight @julia-flow

fanksss also lmao.

That's going to be a little bit difficult to explain, but

There's some music that you listen to and you think, "oh my gosh, I can perfectly imagine Dick Grayson singing this song, with the same voice as the singer because that voice matches with Dick Grayson"?

oh yeah totally lmao. i have a lot of songs that i think are just entirely dick grayson yanno? kind of all of my playlists have that vibe, but i really find bleachers to fit with dick? idk.

"Lois lane/Superman" fics this, "Lois lane/Clark Kent" fics that, (/lh) let's get into the real good stuff. Some people ship Lois, Clark, and Superman as a throuple. Most popular fic tag for sure

yes totally, i think they’d be absolutely killer on ao3 and clark gets so fucking embarassed about it.

I miss your post, hope you’re doing okay!!

haha this was like 2 months ago, but i was doing fine then too! just didn’t have a lot of inspiration in terms of content.

Doot doot!

noot noot

I’m confused. What did DC do now? Like with nightwing? And another sibling? Please spoil everything for me

lmao they gave him a secret sister plotline where they had his dad cheat on his mom with tony zucco’s wife, bc dick’s life wasn’t traumatic enough yet.

sorry but it's so funny that batman is called "the dark knight" when the gotham city baseball team is called the gotham knights. it'd be like if a vigilante was running around new york called like "the scary yankee"

lmaooo no. but like yankee comes from dutch names or something so wouldnt it be HILARIOUS if gotham knights came from like german names and bruce would be running around called the dark KLAUS UND NIEK @graysonnightwing

(not a batcest shipper) it’s so funny to me that the responses are “i’m a batcest shipper because i can differentiate fiction from reality and and it doesn’t bother me personally, but i understand why you oils think it’s weird” to “i wish all batcest shippers a very fucking die”

yeah lmaoo. i personally basically flipped my entire stance around to ‘i dont care please leave me and everybody else alone’ bc i think there’s really no point in starting a moral dillema over some fucking fandom bullshit. Please just,,, go home,,, log off, find a nice forest to have a little walk in and remember that somewhere in history, somebody probably died in the place you’re standing. and you will also die someday, and somebody will have to look at your internet usage and see you fighting multiple people anonymously while being named ‘nightwingsbuttchin200186′ like... calm down, we’re all gonna die this is not the thing to worry about.

so since like "wards" don't really exist in modern society almost all the batkids are foster kids, right? i used to work in the system and imagine: monthly visits from social workers and guardian ad litems, bruce having to get permission to take the boys anywhere out of state, calling their social worker at like 8 a.m. like "yeah dick broke his arm again... a gymnastics accident this time...." their poor social worker. bruce send her a huge bouquet and box of chocolates every month to stay on her good side

i imagine the social worker just getting into the case like ‘yeah let’s get this kid a good guardian’ and then ending up having to work with 22 y/o bruce wayne and his 50 y/o dad. and so this social worker is like ‘okay we can work with this, this is the best home i can find’ and then like it ends up landing on its feet and then the kid gets adopted and then they get a call a year later like ‘uhm so hi, this kid tried to steal my tyres can i adopt him?’ and like 3 years later. ‘okay so basically, my neighbours’ kid imprinted on me and now they’re dead, can i keep him?’ two years later it’s like ‘okay so this assassin child-’

ever since I saw that one post of yours, the meme that's something like "I know that abba's backup dancer got me" with a picture of discowing, I've been haunted. Every once in a while I'll be minding my own business then the image of abba's backup dancer dick grayson aka nightwing aka discowing will flash in my mind and I'll be frozen in place. Today at work I was in the middle of folding clothes and suddenly once again discowing entered my mind and I suddenly lost the ability to see anything except He. Thank you.

wow. the IMPACT.

Braver than any US marine man props to you🤝

this shit is about the time i wrote an article on batcest, like man,,, the fact that i didn’t get cancelled is MIRACULOUS. also like,,, uh if anybody on here did gossip on me,, send screenshots i’d love to see it.

Hello, just wanted to say your article was great. Thank you for taking the time to provide an unbaised answer. It should provide people with nuances they couldn't possibly conjure on their own.

May I ask where your username originates from?

yes you may (also thanks!!!) i thought it up when i was trying to find an original username bc i didnt want to be called like ‘timdrakes something something’ or ‘jason todd something smoething’ or ‘dick grayson something something’ yanno? so i thought batarangs, they sound so dumb and that’s my username story... now it’s my whole entire brand lmao.

yno that bit in kick ass where red mist asks kick ass if he wants a hit of his blunt, was that the inspo for stoner tim

no? it’s bc i think stoners are hilarious and drugs are great. (dont do drugs tho)

How would u feel if someone actually wore one of those bruce or ollie pride shirts u edited

fenomenal next question.

Dick as lil huddy and Jason as James gave me radiation poisoning and now I’m screaming crying throwing up so thx for that

(Rico suave as Tim is perfect tho literally no changes needed)

i was so funny for that shit wasn’t i??? lmao i loved those weird ass fancasts

You're doing the Lord's work by providing us with all these Gotham/Metropolis citizens memes, thank you for being so relentlessly funny @nellethiel-aranel

you’re welcome!! i really enjoy making memes, but getting validation for my content and my memes is REALLY nice.

Bruce is such a slut in your memes and honestly i love that for him @rhodey-rhudert-rhodes-main

he’s that much of a slut irl too dw.

Bruce and Alfred have an emergency pride flag for the batkids. Oliver Queen printed an emergency "I love my gay son" t-shirt and as soon as Roy told him he was dating Jason, Oliver started wearing that shirt everyday and Roy always cringes when he sees it. Oliver also has an emergency "I love my lesbian daughter" shirt just in case for Cissie.

lmao YES i had a post like this bc like all of their kids/family members are so gayy

stop bringing back batfam fancasts it is not real it is not real it is not- 😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀😀

oh yes it is my darling.

did discowing burn down the notredam because he hates the bees? @allulily

no he did it bc fuck the french.

im gonna beg for 1 thing and 1 thing only. please please please put physical by olivia newton john on dick's playlist

okay then beg. bc i wont. physical reminds me too much of glee and that hurts me mentally.

your playlist is sorely missing some Madonna. Specifically Into the Groove, Like a Prayer, and Vogue

i’m scared of madonna that’s why she’s not on there. she haunts me in my dreams.

suggestion: son of batman by aaron dews for dick’s playlist🤩

sorry, i listened to it and the vibe didn’t agree with me.

Hear me out, metropolis citizens sending rare pair fics of Clark Kent x Superman fics to Lois to edit

yes, absolutely hilarious. even more funny if they send like physical copies, no address attached and lois sends it back marked with red ink, SOMEHOW

Imagine all the smut Clark must of read editing the fics

clark reads smut confirmeeed

NOT LOIS READING SUPERBAT PORN AND EDITING IT A 2AM

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hc that alfred is a meta that boosts healing factor of the people around him. if the bats are injured as much as they seem to be they would be doing bat stuff MAYBE half the year. no one including alfred knows about this. whenever the kids move out they inexplicably dont recover from injuries as fast and feel better whenever they visit the manor they just chalk it up to homesickness. bruce just thinks he heals really fast. alfred thinks everyone doesnt take care of themselves properly @finchcollector

that’s actually such a great idea, but i think that alfred would find out and learn how to concentrate it better so he can help more people, bc he’s great and i love him.

One of your dickfast posts reminded me of that tweet that goes: 'so you've had sex how many times? Yeah technically that's not a bromance' lol that's dickwally or dickroy

literally tho. like that’s all of dick’s friendships. once it gets past a certain time dick is like ‘wow i wonder what it would be like to make out with wally, wally come make out with me’ and wally’s like ‘we’ve done this like 40 times, dick, you know what it’s like’ and dick is like ‘sorry are you complaining?’ and they just make out.

superfam and batfam associations??

-batman and superman

-dick/barabara and supergirl?

-conner and tim

-jon and damian

pls enlighten me I am confused

nope,,, uhm batman and superman, but dick and superman as well, and then conner and tim, jon and damian and steph + babs with supergirl

I came across a fic in which Wonder Woman calls Batman "Stella" (like Stellaluna, the children's book) and I can imagine the batkids hop on the trend and maybe copies of the book appear at random places (aka, everywhere Bruce frequents)

sorry can’t reciprocate that was the name of my high school chemistry teacher and it gives me nightmares to think about.

good human what are your pronouns?

wouldn’t you like to know?

I need me some gothamites preferring harley over joker memes

everyone prefers harley over joker youre just very fucked up if you dont

don't understand why people try to add like veteran policy to the batfamily

dick pulling out his veteran batfam member card so he can eat first: step aside, peasants

Do you know the song Simmer by Haley Williams? It (the first verse anyways) reminds me of Jason? It's about rage.

damn yeah i LOVE HAYLEY!!!! youre right thoo

Okay so I like listen to your stoner Tim Drake playlist 24/7 but would he listen to skegss? Also I keep adding songs mentally it’s killing me 😩✋🏼 Anyways,, I literally love and worship your playlist 😃🤞🏼 And uh yeah have a good day ✨

stoner tim drake playlist is lyfeeee. also dont know who skeggs is? i’m stupid? have a good day!!

All the Robins (and Batgirl) decide to trade costumes for one night just to fuck with Batman and all the villains in Gotham. @subspacecadet

batman knows it’s them youknow but like,,, what does he call them? he’s like ‘red hood?’ and 3 people answer and he’s not about to compromise some identities so he’s just Pissed.

I aspire to treat cops the way my dad treats them. This man is a 45 year old Asian immigrant to the US and the treats them like his pets. He talks about them like unruly children. Sometimes he pays off local cops to shut up and stop acting racist. And usually it works. I don’t know why but I can see Oliver Queen doing this

vibes... and also yes? oliver queen handing a local cop a donut to shut the fuck up lmao. but yanno i commit enough crimes to not really want to ever see a cop ever, so they kinda scare the everloving fuck out of me.

seeing as tim hasn't aged in years, that means he was 17 at peak emo tumblr era. im back on my emo tim bullshit and im not letting it go

emo tim had a wattpad account send tweet

People seem to think that batman is so dark and serious when the rainbow batsuit is right there. He wore it with no shame.

dude the 60s were a DIFFERENT TIME

dick grew up in a circus, jason grew up on the streets, and tim was probably raised by the internet

all of them cuss every other word and you cannot tell me otherwise

bitch i KNOW but dc has to change to an 18+ rating if they want to sell comix with swear words in them so we gotta deal with imagining the swear words in ourselves

thoughts on teen titans and young justice

haven’t seen teen titans on account of havent seen it and young justice was LITERALLY my favourite thing ever, tho i do gotta admit it’s not at all similar to the young justice comics unfortunately. i really wouldve liked to see timmy bart kon cassie and cissie animated on tv!!

ew ew ew how to delete batcest shippers I genuinely digust them

log off tumblr?

Okay as poc who was called racist for calling an Italian pastabrain: in the batfam are Italians bit Damian just yells various insults about the others being Italian. Just him yelling “What are you doing you moronic spaghettihead!” At steph etc

huh? i meant real italians. homeboy is telling steph he hopes she chokes on her fucking garlic.

I think it's dumb as hell to pull the batman is the best fighter in the batfam argument because like it's just irresponsible of Bruce to let his kids fight when they couldn't possibly be on his league or something

fair enough, but also like who cares they could all kill you just sit down and take a beating.

lady shiva, thalia al ghul and Selina Kyle are all milfs @notanothertimburtonenthusiastugh

unfortunately, i have to admit,,, you’re right

why tf didn't someone give joker a death sentence already? like he's a mass murderer...give him the electric chair treatment wtf

idk i think plenty of people would have tried to murder him already (boring answer is: he is a popular character so they can’t kill him off bc he brings in lots of money)

There’s no such thing as “ copaganda”.

all american media is propaganda. happy to clear this up for you

is it bad that I find lady shiva owa owa

no. find her as owa owa as you want.

aight I'm guessing the order of your favs in batfam:

1. tim

2. Steph

3. dick

4. Duke

5. the rest

you’re wrong but it’s cute that you tried, i generally don’t have favourites, but i have a special place in my heart for steph, tim, dick and cass. bc they were like my introduction to batfam. but damian, jason, duke, bruce, babs and alfred are NOT FORGOTTEN OR UNLOVED

oh my god i was literally just readily willing to believe that italians werent white ty for clarifying it was a joke im so dumb sdkvjskdfs

i mean some italians aren’t white? italian is a nationality as well as an ethnicity, so like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

since I saw so many people doing headcanons about the nationalities of batboys, I see Dick as an Italian.

dont know if youre serious or not, but sure.

super random but

jason 🤝 damian

old english

lmao fair enough.

tim absolutely has 1 gay uncle and his parents shit talk said uncle all the time so after bruce adopts him he specifically reaches out to this uncle to be like "heyyyy just so you know you majorly influenced my life yes i know i havent seen you since i was 5 and at the family reunion yes i know you dont remember my name idc thank you im gay too" and then they never talk again.

yuppp lmao that’s definitely something that could happen. i can also consider tim having no family members, like none. until he does like a dna test and he realises he has like an aunt living barely 2 miles away from him who’s like some illegitimate child of his grandpa.

I dare you one of them sends clark superman/clark fic and clark corrects the shit out of it and then goes like ps his dick is not that big, just telling as someone who has seen it. internet either explodes or goes who tf did he not fuck at this point.

i think everybody would call clark a buzzkill and try to cancel him over that.

so you're telling me Tim Drake wouldn't buy Starbucks?

no. dunkin donuts all the way

One of my favorite things is imagining people finding out jason came back from the dead and being like "oh no does he have magic powers now?!?!?" and he just pulls out a gun and tries to shoot joker

now he doesn’t even have the gun :) lmao

my favorite batfamily fanfictions are the ones where they use their shitty codenames, unironically, in any context

bruce gets codename ‘ugh’ everytime. he hates it.

crazy that tim being a 17 y/o ceo and a stoner who does brand deals are all actual canon things written in detective comics comics and not made up for shits and giggles by you, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb @rowdeyclown

SO CRAZY HUH?

batman au where everything is the same but his utility belt is bright pink

absolutely, but i raise you, his boots light up like sketchers when he kicks people.

unbeknownst to the superhero fandom writers in the dcuniverse, clark and BRUCE are one of the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag on ao3. clark writes the best lois x superman angst, full of unhappy endings and scenes that are a so detailed you'd think you were in the middle of a superhero beatdown. bruce made an ao3 account to fuel "the do the butts match" thing, and makes batman/bruce fics from time to time. he wrote a superbat fic as a joke but ended up making it REAL porny. @concrastinator

dude they’re WAY too busy for that. Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan on the other hand are the most prolific fanfic writers in the superhero rpf tag writing what is Mostly porn.

When the dining table topic gets to politics, Steph says "eat the rich" as the solution

bruce just silently takes away her fork and knife while she’s talking.

#literally if you got through this i just respect you #this is mainly just for the people who sent me an ask in the past few mask #i hope your ask is in here :)#sorry for everybody else #ask #bataranswers #this took me 4 hours to do so i hope youre happy #also sidenote #does anybody know the latin translation for 'to become'#bc i just used future of 'esse' but it could be a different verb #who cares tho latin is a dead language #big congratulations to everyone who translates my sentence #here's a bonus sentence: tuam matrem futueram

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Okay *cracks knuckles, accidentally dislocates fingers* @agentscamander-romanoff and @steel-phoenix took the bait and enabled me by asking me to elaborate on my Children of the Watch origins theory. Which means I am about to go ABSOLUTELY feral.

Apologies to anyone for having incorrect Star Wars lore, I’ve barely consumed canon content and I don’t intend to start now. Also sorry if anyone has already said this! I’ve never seen this particular theory/interpretation and it’s made me go a bit insane.

Warnings: discussion of child abuse, cults, and the aftermath of genocide. I don’t go super in depth on any of it but it’s there. Also, I typed this in the notes app of my phone and autocorrect hasn’t quite submitted to some of these names.

SO. I’m going to break this up into sections. 1. Exploring canon 2. Extrapolations/Connecting the red string 3. What does this MEAN??? 4. Complaining about Bo-Katan.

First off, though, here’s my thesis: Children of the Watch is a “splinter group” made up of the children that Death Watch stole, indoctrinated, and abused. They’re also not a cult (Death Watch is though lmao).

1. Exploring Canon:

Okay, so. Canonically, Death Watch has abducted, tortured, and brainwashed children. Arla Fett is an example of that, having been abducted at the age of 14 after her parents were killed and she was subsequently brainwashed into becoming an assassin for Death Watch. She didn’t even hesitate when she found out her brother was alive! That’s how strong the conditioning was! She was so fucked up from it that she spent YEARS in a mental facility, and she outright begged a Jedi to wipe her memories in exchange for a favor. DEATH WATCH DID THAT. And you CANNOT tell me she was the only one they’ve done this to. PLENTY of fic writers have extrapolated off of this and mentioned it, but it’s important to me that everyone know this shit is absolutely rooted in canon.

Another Death Watch Child Abuse Fun Fact: Dred Priest and Isabet Reau, two of the trainers of the clones, canonically had Death Watch leanings and tried to instill Death Watch beliefs in the clones by FORCING THEM TO FIGHT EACH OTHER IN SECRET BATTLE CIRCLES THAT ENDED UP KILLING SOME OF THE CLONES. THEY WERE CHILDREN AT THE TIME, IF IT WASN’T CLEAR. WHAT THE FUCK. If THAT’S not an example of Death Watch abusing the kids under their care then I don’t know what is. It’s suuper not a stretch for me to think that this wasn’t an unheard of thing in more official Death Watch circles.

Also canonically, Bo-Katan has referred to Din’s covert as “Children of the Watch”, and Din, despite obviously being an important and respected member of his community, doesn’t recognize the name, which implies to me that it’s not a name the covert chose for themselves. Rather, a moniker that was given to them after they splintered off of Death Watch. Since this isn’t an opinion and it’s more just… information, I’ll trust Bo-Katan on this one.

We also know for sure that Din’s covert IS connected to Death Watch in some way, seeing as the flashback sequence very clearly shows Mandalorians in blue and gray beskar’gam, the colors of Death Watch. HOWEVER… the Armorer, who seems to hold a high position of authority in the covert, wears gold and copper beskar’gam. Din wears unpainted (v2) or mismatched colored (v1) beskar’gam (I do grant that his paint color counts less towards this because he’s pretty much one of the only people interacting with the outside world and so colors associated with Death Watch are probably a no go no matter what). Paz Vizsla’s armor is a very dark blue with yellow and cyan details and, oh my fucking god I didn’t even know this but he has a fucking MYTHOSAUR SYMBOL ON ONE OF HIS PAULDRONS. THE FUCK???? THAT’S LITERALLY THE SYMBOL OF THE TRUE MANDALORIANS IM. Ok. Okay. I needed a minute. Like I KNOW that the mythosaur skull is Mandalorian symbol in general but I think it just hits different when a Vizsla is wearing it, you know? Especially because the placement is the same as Jaster Mereel’s???? Literal founder of the True Mandalorian movement????? Excuse me???????

Let’s uh. Let’s get back to armor. I can address that… later. So. Anyway. Armor is super important, and it’s uhhh very telling that the covert doesn’t emulate the Death Watch colorscheme strictly. Like, yeah, there’s gray and light blue in there, if you go through some wiki pages, but they’re not the only colors they use, and the Armorer doesn’t even have either of those colors! And she’s the biggest authority we’ve seen! Very fucking interesting!! Bo-Katan still has her armor painted in Death Watch colors! And yet she’s derisive of Din’s covert! Verrry interesting!

We also know that Din’s covert emphasizes children VERY much, more than Death Watch ever would have, imo. It’s expected for the adult members to provide for the foundlings (and it’s VERY interesting that the kids are seemingly all referred to as foundlings iirc. More on that later.), and even though Paz disagrees with Din working with the empire, he and the other members of the covert immediately and with no hesitation come to Din’s aid for this child that Din hasn’t even claimed as his own—it’s amazing! And I will note that Bo-Katan and her warriors do the same upon their initial meeting with Din—Koska dives into danger with no hesitation as soon as Din says the child is still in danger. We see that this solidarity does come at a price for Bo-Katan, though, while the Armorer sees protecting a foundling as a duty that is completely worth all the trouble it brought.

Fascinating also that Boba was 100% on board to help out Din to save Grogu past what Din or anyone else would have expected of him, while Bo-Katan had to be bribed into coming by the promise of Moff Gideon and the darksaber. And she thinks she’s somehow more Mandalorian than him.

And NOW, going way back in time to the beginnings of the True Mandalorian movement, we know that Jaster Mereel originally authored his Supercommando Codex by looking back through history to the Canons of Honor and the Resol’nare, and he took those ideals and ideas and he modernized them to create a set of moral guidelines to follow. And people loved that shit! Death Watch had to infiltrate the True Mandalorians and then trick the Jedi into slaughtering them just to get rid of them, because Jaster’s charisma and his sexy sexy morals were too strong. (God. I fucking LOVE Jaster Mereel if you couldn’t tell.) Anyway, there’s precedent for Mandalorians looking back to their history to bring forth old ideas, repurposed to a modern context. We also know that, canonically, Din’s covert follow the “old ways” of not sharing names and of never taking their helmets off in front of others.

Moving on.

2. Extrapolations/Connecting the red string:

So if we extrapolate from the fact that Death Watch are, uh, super fucking abusive towards the kids that they stole/their own kids, then we’re left with… this group of kids, who have been mistreated and indoctrinated for a LONG TIME, and possibly don’t have that great an understanding of non-toxic Mandalorian culture. And if they’ve been abducted or rescued, whatever, they might not fit back in with the places they were taken from, or they may not have a place to go back to, or they may not even remember where they’re from originally. It’s some prime angst material! Good stuff.

And if we pull the implication from the names that “Children of the Watch” is a splinter group off of Death Watch, it really does make you think… huh, you know what? These two things may be one in the same. Maybe.

And, like, we know that Jaster Mereel and Din’s covert both looked to Mandalorian history to find pillars for their community’s morals. Jaster did so in the middle of a lot of political turmoil, as a way to say “Hey, we can still be Mandalorians in the ways that matter, but being Mandalorian doesn’t mean being a morally bankrupt conqueror. We can have honor and still wear armor and fight and uphold the Resol’nare.”

And I think Din’s covert did so when they were struggling with unlearning the toxic ideals that had been shoved onto them by Death Watch. I think they had to figure out their own way of being Mandalorian or else they would have crumpled under the pressure. And so they looked back to the old ways and picked out the more extreme interpretation of Cin Vhetin (clean slate) which says that, once you swear the Resol’nare and become a Mandalorian, your past doesn’t matter, it’s what you do now that does. You don’t take off your helmet, and you don’t let others know your name, because those things don’t matter to who you are and what you do. (There’s also the issue of the helmet and name rule being an important defense tactic to protect the covert, seeing as how Mandalorians post-Empire are the survivors of genocide. There’s already a fantastic post on it here)

Related, another Mandalorian saying is “Gar taldin ni jaonyc; gar sa buir, ori'wadaas'la.”, meaning “Nobody cares who your parent was, only the parent you’ll be,” which IMO fits in very nicely with how I’m interpreting Din’s covert. It’s all about your actions and future mattering more than your past. I think that when the covert was splitting off and being built, this would be a huge component of them healing. Because the way they were treated and indoctrinated by Death Watch doesn’t have to affect their future actions. They don’t have to perpetuate the cycle of abuse, they can build a covert and a community around caring for foundlings.

Now, onto the foundlings! I find it very interesting that, whenever the covert’s younglings are mentioned, it’s always as foundlings. I think this implies that there’s a focus on saving and raising children more than there is on sharing blood with them, and I think that the covert would be more inclined towards communal raising than typical family units, if only to keep everyone in check and to protect the children from ever being treated as they were. I also find it VERY interesting that there’s a lot of emphasis put on returning children to their own kind. I don’t think Death Watch would have employed that practice, and I think that’s another example of the covert wanting to make their community a better place for children. I think it’s likely a lot of them didn’t get that choice, and they had to leave their cultures and people behind. And so they want to give that choice to their children.

I think it’s also amazing that, like. They keep finding and raising children instead of deciding they’re too damaged or whatever to have kids. Because it doesn’t matter if they have baggage or trauma when a child needs them. That’s FANTASTIC. I’m losing my MIND. It really doesn’t matter who their parents were to them, just the kind of parents they will be. It’s all about breaking that cycle and deciding to be better and I LOVE THAT.

3. What does this MEAN???:

Well. What this means is that Din’s covert has a very clear set of motivations and structure when it comes to how their covert is run. It’s not a cult; in fact it is specifically a group created by cult survivors who are determined to not do to others what was done to them. The rules may seem weird and strict at first glance, but they have a clear purpose and rationale, and no one is trying to amass power. They’re just… trying to do better, and be better.

(This also means that I’m 99% sure that, with the assistance of time travel, at least half of the covert would be SUPER INTO Jaster Mereel. I like to imagine that Paz had, like, a poster of him on his little sewer bedroom wall. I fully believe he painted that mythosaur skull on his pauldron in honor of a good man who was killed by Paz’s own relatives for standing by his morals and daring to try to reform and rally Mandalorians. I also think it would be funny if, like, Din doesn’t know shit about ANYTHING to do with modern history, but Boba mentions that his grandfather is Jaster Mereel and Din is like “OH I KNOW THAT GUY! Yeah he’s cool, he’s the historical crush of like, my entire covert.” And Boba is like. What.)

It also means that it can be up in the air about whether Din was found by Death Watch before his covert splintered off, or if his covert was still just wearing Death Watch colors when he was found. Fun thing to play around with, but right now I don’t want a solid timeline.

Hmm just thought I should add: while the Armorer does seem to have a position of authority, I don’t think the covert can be structured politically with clans and houses like other Mandalorian groups. Like, clan just means family in this context, and is less a part of hierarchy, and I don’t think they would even recognize houses within the covert? Like they MIGHT decide to call themselves part of House Djarin now that Din is Mand’alor, but before that they weren’t like. House Vizsla with Paz as the leader just because they used to be Death Watch. I don’t vibe with that. This isn’t really super relevant, I just wanted to add it.

4. Complaining about Bo-Katan:

Anyway Bo-Katan is absolutely full of shit and it’s doubly disgusting that she’s standing there in Death Watch armor, seemingly still allied to this fucking cult of imperialism and conquest, and she accuses Din of being in a regressive cult, and she implies that the way he engages with the Resol’nare is wrong and like. Repressed or something. God I hate Bo-Katan. But I love to hate her. She’s horrible but I want her to be included in the list of Din’s friends but not the list of people he’d trust his kid with. I have contradictory Bo-Katan feelings, whatever. The most important thing is that all of her opinions are horrible, like, all the time. And we shouldn’t trust her when she says Din’s part of a cult. Literally why does anyone take that at face value. If we’re taking her word as the authority on Mandalorian issues then I guess Boba and Jango aren’t Mandalorian!!! Seriously.

TLDR; Din’s covert (aka “Children of the Watch”) is made up of survivors of childhood abuse, torture, and brainwashing at the hands of Death Watch, and they’re dedicated to making sure their children don’t go through the same thing. They’re not a cult, but Death Watch sure was! Jaster Mereel is the love of my very aromantic life and Bo-Katan’s opinions can’t be trusted. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

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u asked someone to remind you to post about your pjo dual protagonist thalia/bianca au and i am SO intrigued by this idea please say more

anon asked: hey queen hope your homework went good yesterday 🌸…now what were you saying about thalia and bianca 😳 ?

ok y’all i’m here...the moment almost none of y’all have been waiting for....bianca/thalia protagonists with alternating pov’s au

warning it’s kind of super long and may or may not read like a 2nd grader’s semi-coherent game of pretend so under the cut it goes!

so the main things you need to know about this au are 1. thalia survives and 2. annabeth’s + luke’s ages are a lil diff bc canon is my sandbox 3. i can’t decide if percy exists in this au or not (maybe y’all can help me decide?)

so the first book:

would start a few months after grover brought thalia (12), luke (13), and annabeth (10, not 7) to camp half blood. they were chased by monsters sent by hades on the way, and thalia almost didn’t survive, but ultimately she got lucky and managed to send a bolt of lightning through her spear for the first time and they made it into camp

it’s been some time so annabeth is happy as a clam in the athena cabin doing her 10-year-old-with-severe-mommy-issues thing and luke is actually pretty popular with the hermes cabin bc he actually Met Their Dad Holy Shit and also he’s getting pretty good with a sword

at the same time, thalia is alone in the zeus cabin. everyone has been freaking out bc they all saw the huge bolt of lightning that incinerated a couple hellhounds as they made their grand entrance and What The Fuck Child Of The Big Three???

she’s also further isolated because chiron will take her for private training sessions sometimes, since she is clearly really powerful already and also Hades Himself was trying to kill her (chiron told her the reason was the big three’s pledge not to have kids, and maybe about the great prophecy? if he tells her that then she’s sworn to secrecy)

once grover leaves on another protector assignment, thalia mostly hangs out with luke, and annabeth. luke + annabeth both will try to eat meals with her at the zeus table but annabeth doesn’t want to get in trouble and luke is genuinely making friends in the hermes cabin so thalia will feel bad sometimes and send him back

kronos, seeing this bitter isolated child of the big three’s dreams: it’s free real estate

MEANWHILE

hades is Pissed that thalia survived and zeus got to break their oath And get the glory of a prophecy child

so he sends someone to take bianca (12) and nico (10) out of the lotus hotel and casino a little early.

grover is still their protector, but since the Stirring hasn’t begun in earnest yet and hades is lowkey determined to keep them safe, they make it back to camp half blood with no escort/incident

bianca + nico are put into the hermes cabin, and luke kinda takes them under his wing bc while he’s not bitter he still needs therapy bc this 14 year old has never met a pre-teen he couldn’t try to parent

luke introduces nico and annabeth since they’re the same age and they become really good friends!! she Loves mythomagic and he thinks her dagger is super cool and they’re both just really excited about camp <3

bianca is more reserved and resistant to the whole thing, and she wanders around alone exploring and runs into thalia in the zeus cabin

at this first meeting they get into a bit of a fight bc bianca is still in shock/denial about the gods being real, but thalia at this point has zero patience for this

anyway after that and maybe another scuffle during capture the flag or something they hit it off and become best friends in the way girls can, especially bonding over how they’ve both had to take on raising annabeth and nico basically on their own at the age of 12

~QUEST TIME~

thalia is given a quest for [unspecific reason] and chooses bianca and luke, they go off leaving annabeth and nico frustrated at home

quest hijinks etc, bianca is trying to figure out her parentage + her weird mysterious powers? and thalia is arguing with luke because he’s settling into camp/hero life really well actually but she’s getting progressively angrier with the gods for trying to kill her and also keeps getting dreams from kronos and doesn’t get why he doesn’t seem to remember all of the shit that the gods have put him through

bianca + thalia have las-vegas-style-heart-to-hearts where thalia shares her tragic backstory about her mother and her brother and how hades tried to kill her and even about the great prophecy and how she’s trying on this quest bc of that and her dad but at the same time these dreams are making her suspicious that he might’ve been responsible for her mom’s death.

bianca then shares her own stuff, about how terrified she was being on her own with nico having to protect him but also not remembering most of her childhood and not remembering her parents or how she ended up in the care of this lawyer and just the absolute mindfuckery that her memories/past are

luke is asleep in those scenes i guess lol 🧍‍♂️

anyway eventually they finish their quest in this massive climactic battle where bianca discovers her powers in a huge-showy-”i’m the ghost prince”-way and is formally claimed by hades which thalia sees as this Massive Betrayal obviously and bianca is horrified too because she knows what hades did to thalia but at the same time she’s just so happy to finally understand at least part of her past

thalia just reaches a breaking point though because everyone around her just doesn’t understand her anger and just when she thought she had found another sympathetic person who understood what she was going through she joins hades??? no. no fucking way. kronos reveals that he’s the one who has been sending her dreams, prob by sending some messenger who he possesses or smthing and when he offers thalia the chance to join him? she does (dun dun dun)

main beats of the rest of the series:

thalia and bianca on opposite sides of the war training to be the prophecy child, they come together a Lot and have like melodramatic fight scenes where they talk out their anger and try to get the other to join them bc they don’t want to kill each other

luke is extremely conflicted/betrayed and there’s a titan’s curse moment prob towards the end of the third book where they’re fighting and thalia is trying to get her to go with him but here he actually does go to join her (gasp!!) and is evil for at least one book but his heart’s not in it and he goes back to the good side eventually

by the point of luke’s betrayal, annabeth and nico are growing and developing and old enough to go on quests w bianca and by the last book they’re a main trio of sorts and their hypothetical character development is already making me emotional

there’s just a lot of general sexiness with foils and inner conflicts and bianca doesn’t even want to be the prophecy child but she needs to for the fate of the world and bianca is so angry at thalia bc thalia is a daughter of zeus and could control her powers and is perfect and just meant to be the prophecy kid, not some daughter of hades who they didn’t even have a cabin for before

hm maybe by either the last or second-to-last book thalia + bianca are close to reconciling or at least their interests are aligned for the moment and they read the text of the prophecy together and things go Wild bc they both think “single choice shall end his days” either is about luke or nico and it turns up the gas to their fighting both of them care about both of them and yeah

and then i can’t decide if there’s romantic arcs at all but if there were it would go like this:

just a dash of thaluke where at first it was luke having a one-sided crush but thalia misses him a Lot after she goes to kronos and wonders if it’s that she misses him or if it’s something More until to get him to defect there’s like a melodramatic moment in the fight where thalia kisses him and they go off to be Evil Together but it ends bc luke doesn’t believe in the cause and only joined her in hopes of getting thalia back to his side

once luke leaves/is kicked out thalia realizes that she didn’t love luke she just wanted a family and also in the second half of the series she realizes she’s a lesbian as a parallel to her redemption arc

bianca meanwhile is unconcerned w romance until she has her botl-hoe-moment where within one book she 1. runs into the hunters on a quest and has a thing with zoe nightshade who tries to get her to join plus tells her about that time she met thalia, 2. she goes to calypso’s island and falls in love w her in the moonlight or w/e and has her what-if moment, and 3. when they meet up that book thalia somehow knew abt zoe + calypso and seems almost angrier abt them than the war?? weird bc bianca knows that thalia is Totally Straight right??

my main point is that bianca/thalia is our friends-to-enemies-to-lovers endgame thank you i will take my pulitzer now

#this series is like. if the titan's curse was 5 books long and also specifically catered to 9 year old me #which is very girlboss me <3 #bianca di angelo #thalia grace #thalianca #luke castellan #thaluke #(just a dash. a smidge. for spice.)#annabeth chase #nico di angelo #pjo #keratonin #anon #answered #she speaks

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