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winged-self-indulgence · 5 months

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Why Do People Like Yanderes?

Hi everyone, my name is Diya, and this was going to be a YT video-essay-type-thing but I'm too poor to afford a mic and too busy with college to learn how to edit videos, so here's my vague exploration of the psychology behind why people like yanderes so much through the lens of my favourite Visual Novels.

TW for uh. yandere content. Mentions of sex, gore, and non-con, particularly in the last topic. This is more like the first draft of an academic paper so while it's not explicit, I do go into some detail.

Introduction

If you’re a fan of anime or visual novels, then you’re probably already aware of what a yandere is, or at the very least you’ve seen that one picture of Yuno Gasai. Still, for the sake of thoroughness, let’s take it from the tippy top. The term ‘yandere’ is a Japanese portmanteau of ‘yanderu’ – the progressive form of ‘yami’ – meaning ‘sick’, and ‘deredere’ which roughly translates to ‘loving’. Together, the word refers to someone who is – in short – extremely lovesick. Obsessive to the extreme, and with little morality to spare, the standard yandere is characterized by a dangerous fixation on a chosen target, often appearing shy and caring at first only to flip the script and become violently aggressive towards perceived threats (Kroon, 2010).

It should be noted that yanderes are not a strictly romantic or sexual trope. The Ancient Greeks classified at least six forms of love, from familial (storge) to guests (xenia). Modern psychologists may distinguish love as either Companionate or Passionate (Kim & Hatfield, 2004) or consisting of three dimensions of Intimacy, Passion, and Commitment (Sternberg & Sternberg, 2018). Realistically, possessiveness shows up in a variety of relationships. However, people are generally primed to view certain dynamics as inherently amorous. Societal norms tend to encourage the idea that romantic bonds ought to rank above all others, and therefore if Person A is bizarrely fixated on Person B, then clearly there must be an element of sexual interest involved regardless of the actual relationship between the individuals in question.

Regardless, yanderes remain quite popular in fiction. Many dismiss it as a fetish, which it can be, but that isn’t the case for everyone. While there is nothing wrong with indulging in kinky fiction, not all of us get horny at the thought of being chained up in someone’s basement, no matter how hot our captor may be. So why is it so pervasive? Why is this trope so appealing that most writers cannot help but include at least a single line of dialogue implying that – if circumstances had been ever so slightly different – my wholesome shoujo romcom might have turned into a psychological horror?

Hybristophilia

‘Hybristophilia’, also known as Bonnie and Clyde Syndrome after the titular criminal couple, is a word is derived from the Greek word ‘hybridzein’ meaning ‘to commit an outrage against someone’ and ‘philo’ which means ‘a strong preference for’. Sexologist John Money reportedly defined it as a paraphilia in which an individual is sexually aroused by a partner who has a predatory history of hurting other people (Money, 1986, as cited in Matuszak, 2017). In his book, Serial Killer Groupies, true crime and crime fiction author RJ Parker distinguished two forms of hybristophilia: passive and aggressive. The former is when an individual contacts a criminal with the intention of striking up a relationship with them, allowing themselves to be seduced and manipulated but having no interest in committing a crime themselves. The latter are far more dangerous, as the individual not only derives sexual pleasure from their partner’s atrocities but are active participants in carrying out or covering up the crime. To quote Griffiths (2013, as cited in Pettigrew, 2019):

“[They] help out their lovers with their criminal agenda by luring victims, hiding bodies, covering crimes, or even committing crimes. They are attracted to their lovers because of their violent actions and want to receive love yet are unable to understand that their lovers are psychopaths who are manipulating them.”

In some ways, hybristophilia is the nearest thing we have to a realistic understanding of why people love yanderes. I mean, much of the fantasy surrounding such characters and their media tend to be filled with posts begging to be spat on or calling the rightfully terrified main character ungrateful for being a teeny bit upset about finding surveillance cameras in their ceiling. However, enjoying fictitious immoral activity does not predict real perpetration, so what does? There exists little consensus amongst psychologists as to what sparks this particular predilection, and that was strange to me. You would think there would be more studies into this topic, in spite of or perhaps because of its controversial nature. Heck, that one dude wouldn’t shut up about white women’s obsession with Bundy and Dahmer, and I assumed he had gotten that information from somewhere, but it turns out that was just him using modifiers to justify sexism.

However, I believe that we can hedge a few guesses, and over the course of my research, I’ve organized the main rationalizations under four umbrellas which I will explore through the lens of my favourite yandere-themed Visual Novels. Please keep in mind that most of these games are rated as mature due to sexual scenes and/or gore. Additionally, in the spirit of transparency, this ramble will be focused exclusively on male or masculine yanderes. So, without further ado:

Call Me Bob the Builder Because I Can Fix Them

If you’re familiar with DC Comic’s Batman, or just happen to have attended any costume event held over the span of the last 20+ years, you may be familiar with the character of Dr. Harleen Quinzel, better known as Harley Quinn. Initially created as the Joker’s one-off sidekick in Batman The Animated Series, she was so well-received by audiences that she became a recurring character in the cartoon and was eventually given a proper origin story in the form of a one-shot titled Mad Love.

Harley’s origin story has seen some alterations over the past decades, but the core aspects remain largely untouched. In the beginning, Harleen Quinzel was a promising young woman who wanted was a degree from the university’s prestigious psychology department, which she gained through…less than scrupulous means.

(Listen, I’m not sure if the authors were leaning on the Dumb Blonde stereotype, or if they simply thought that casting her as a genuinely bad student would make her later actions more believable. Either way, the idea of Harley as someone with a legitimate PhD came later)

After landing an internship at Arkham Asylum – a half-hospital and half-prison straight out of the 1870s that might as well be built out of one-ply tissue-paper soaked with gasoline and left next to a crate of fireworks – Harleen set her sights on the then incarcerated Joker. At the start, her fixation on the criminal wasn’t remotely sympathetic. She didn’t want to help him, she wanted to use him. Harleen Quinzel wanted piggyback off his infamy and write a tell-all tale detailing what sort of messed up childhood resulted in Gotham’s Clown Prince of Crime. Yet the more she interacted with him, the more the Joker took advantage of her empathy. By the end of their sessions, Harley no longer saw him as a violent serial killer with a clown schtick, but as a “lost, injured child looking to make the world laugh at his antics.”

But Diya, you may be asking, what does this have to do with the video? The Joker never loved Harley, and it could even be argued – as Shehadeh did in a 2017 essay – that her obsession with the pasty-faced clown is more akin to Histrionic Personality Disorder. While that may be the case, I believe that Harley’s story provides one of the reasons yanderes are so popular: their backstory.

Whether they were abandoned by their family, bullied by their peers, experimented on by evil scientists, starved on the streets, died under mysterious circumstances and then trapped in a haunted VCR tape for decades, or are simply so impossibly inhuman that they frankly do not understand why it isn’t socially acceptable to imprison their crush in a pocket dimension made of meat and non-Euclidean geometry, yanderes often have fairly sympathetic or at least understandable explanations for why they are Like That. Your mileage may vary significantly depending on how much you sympathize with these motives, but the point is that yanderes always make sense to some degree. Their morality and priorities may be twisted or even completely incomprehensible, but the audience almost always knows the reason, and that can be comforting. In the real world, other people aren’t always straightforward, and we never really know what they’re thinking, but narrative coherence demands a semblance of internal consistency lest the audience end up frustrated and confused. So yanderes are not only easy to sympathize with, but also fairly predictable. In-universe they may be unhinged freaks with a blood fetish, but to you watching from behind the safety of the screen they’re just acting out the script written for them based on a prototype. And if you understand the why behind their loose gears, then you might just be able to put them back together again.

The concept of rescue romances or “I Can Fix Them” has been around in our stories for thousands of years. The Epic of Gilgamesh detailed how Shamhat essentially ‘civilized’ wild man Enkidu through ritual lovemaking, and a concerning number of religions push the idea that women are dutybound to save men from the follies of sin. Yet men are not exempt either, with one notable example being the German fairytale, King Thrushbeard. Call it what you will regardless: Knights in Shining Armour, the Florence Nightingale Effect, or a plain old case of Because You Were Nice to Me, studies have shown that human beings generally like helping [DA2] others, even when the reason doesn’t necessarily stem from pure altruism. I will delve deeper into this later, but care and compassion are deeply ingrained in human nature, and arising from those roots is the appeal of this mentality: You can save them. You can change them. You can make them better. You are special, and the way you treat this person carries a weight that has not and will never be matched by anyone else for the rest of their mortal or immortal existence.

The illusion is a delicious one, especially if the person you’ve helped turns out to be a billionaire CEO with cash to burn, a super powerful ghost king willing to raze continents to dust for you, a demon having fun on a Friday night, or just your average hot creep with a knife. Moreover, different people have different ideas of what ‘fixing’ even means. Maybe you want to single-handedly rehabilitate your yandere into a functional member of society. Maybe you’re cool with the incessant stalking but would like them to stop slaughtering your friends, family, and local service workers. Maybe you want to make them much, much worse.

Not only do yanderes provide immediate proof that your actions have a tangible impact on the lives of others, but the fantasy also includes the desire of being seen as special. Of being admired and adored by someone whose life you inexplicably made better by virtue of simply being yourself, or an idealized version of yourself. In this fictional world, in this imaginary setting, the person you are is so uniquely, impossibly irreplaceable to someone. And if that’s the case then they can’t risk losing you, can they?

The Allure of Obsession, or ‘Til Death Do Us Part (Literally)

It shouldn’t be necessary, but here is my obligatory disclaimer anyway. Ahem: obsession is not a good thing in real life. Fixating on another human to the detriment of your own wellbeing and that of those around you is dangerous, as is encouraging someone else to obsess over you. You might think you are being worshiped, but real life is not a visual novel. The outside world doesn’t come with an age rating, the author’s guiding pen, and a convenient fade to credits sequence once you’ve reached an ending. The consequences will still be there in the morning, so don’t do it. Just don’t.

PSA out of the way, it’s natural to want to be wanted. Maslow’s Hierarchy places it just above physical safety, but I’d argue that it could easily be compared to baser drives. According to many psychological and anthropological studies, much of humanity’s continued survival and environmental dominance is largely attributed to our ability to form groups, cooperate with one another, and maintain complex interpersonal networks. Social support, intimacy, and a sense of belonging are linked to emotional and physical benefits, such as more optimistic health perceptions, higher subjective well-being, increased creativity and innovation, and greater self-efficacy (DeWall & Bushman, 2011; Harandi et al., 2017; Wang & Sha, 2018). Therefore, it’s perfectly understandable that rejection of any sort would be construed as a threat.

But if someone is obsessed with you, then you have no reason to worry about that, right? No more nights spent agonizing over how they feel about you, asking yourself whether your last text made you sound too desperate, or if you’re boring them because you spent the past hour info-dumping about Stardew Valley farm layouts. With a yandere, there will never be any doubt that they care about you. Sure, they might go about it in weird, manipulative, and insidious ways that violate your physical and mental autonomy, but you can’t deny their loyalty. They do love you in their own bizarre way. You are the sun around which they orbit. When you’re in the room, no one else exists. Every single messy flaw is just another bullet point on the mile-long list of why they adore you.

In essence, yanderes are not only attentive, but their love can be virtually unconditional. A yandere might know everything about you, and still revere you. It’s unhealthy as hell and you might genuinely question their taste, but it can be tempting to pretend that all of you, right down to the ugliest parts of yourself – the traits and choices that you would never share with another living soul even at gunpoint – are worthy of understanding, if not open praise and affection.

Attractiveness, or Okay but Have You Considered That They’re Hot Though?

I mean what am I supposed to say here? They’re hot, what do you want from me?

No, but in all seriousness, fictional media paints an idealized version of the world, and most yanderes are hot because they have the freedom of existing purely behind that screen; artfully arranged and edited to forever appear compelling to anyone who happens to enjoy their particular style. And there are a lot of styles to choose from. Whether you want them pretty faced and disarmingly cute, or scarred up and big enough to pin you like a butterfly, yanderes come in a wide variety of shapes and sizes that are meant to pique your interest and draw you in like a naïve little fish being lured towards the mouth of an angler fish, unwilling to believe that anything bad might happen to us when the bait is this pretty.

This is often referred to as the Halo Effect, a form of cognitive bias referring to the tendency for people to assume that a single obvious positive trait must be associated with other positive traits. The go-to characteristic is typically physical attractiveness, but a nice voice, good humour, and cooking skills are also factors which serve to influence our perceptions.

So, conventional physical attractiveness is one thing, but that’s only skin deep. What about beyond that? After all, the yandere still has to talk to you before they enact their master plan of tying you up in their basement until Stockholm Syndrome kicks in.

When I showed my friend a picture of John Doe from the game John Doe, she told me that he looked like a creepy slob, and she’s far from the only person who’s ever thought so. Look at them. I feel like if I tried to comb that hair it would simply eat me, and some of the CGs really put the scopophobia in Scopophobia Studios. I love Doe, but he is not hot, and he doesn’t behave in a normally appealing way either. If the player chooses not to take a bath, Doe will immediately comment that you “smell good” before following you home, breaking into your house, and leaving a bloody organ on the floor for the player to trip over. Many yanderes can at least fake a veneer of normalcy, but from the get-go Doe doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s anything less than an otherworldly creature stuffed into a vaguely person-shaped meatsuit. In an effort to find out why so many people had latched on to Doe – including me – I shopped around social media and YouTube for answers, and what I found was a widely unanimous sentiment.

While some were drawn to his fun design and goofy personality, most simply thought that he wasn’t inherently malevolent, just very confused. In addition to being a supernatural being with a completely alien axis of morality, Doe’s meta-awareness and unbridled attempts at winning the player’s affection lends him quite a bit of support from the audience, especially if you yourself also happen to struggle with social cues and relate to his pure earnestness. In Ending 7 of the extended version, the player character has the option to tell Doe – who has altered himself to pass as more ‘normal’ – that they prefer who he truly is, at which point he grows visibly flustered and sports an adorable pair of literal heart-shaped pupils.

Whether they’re charismatic, seductive, cute, sweet, funny, nurturing, or generous, the best yanderes have engaging personalities. Even while they’re committing truly heinous crimes against God, man, and your guts, you still kinda want to hang out with them, and you want them to acknowledge you as being just as interesting. And this is all fine in fiction because you’re the one in charge, and if you ever get bored or uncomfortable or busy with something else, then you can simply close the tab or window with zero consequences, which brings us to the final and most important reason.

Power Dynamics and Consent in Fantasy (I Couldn’t Think of a Joke Here Guys, This Is Kinda Serious)

Once again, I feel that I must preface this section just for the sake of my own peace of mind: sexual coercion and assault are vile and disgusting crimes that should never be emulated or tolerated in the real world. We are speaking purely of fictional media, specifically adult-oriented media in this case, so please be mindful.

In 2009, Bivoni and Critelli conducted a study on 355 undergraduate women with the goal of assessing the reasons behind fantasies of non-consent. At the time, there were two leading explanations of this phenomenon. One stated that women with high libidos but repressed views of sex used these imaginary scenarios to alleviate the guilt they had grown to associate with sex. Because the simulation was a purely mental exercise and they themselves were cast as helpless victims in the scenario, they were able to remain blameless while still finding sexual gratification. The second stated that these fantasies were an expression of liberation by women who were adventurous and comfortable enough with their own sexuality to engage with taboo ideas that they weren’t at all interested in performing in real life. Which do you think was more common?

If you guessed the second option, you’d be right. The study found that of the 220 women who had experienced such fantasies, 45% found theirs erotic, 46% were mixed, and only 9% reported pure aversion. One justification for this outcome relies on psycho-biological theories, for example masochistic preferences or the unintended activation of the sympathetic nervous system and subsequent mis-attribution of arousal. Other reasons have to do with higher order thinking and are tied to the power dynamics within such fantasies. On the surface is the appeal of being so desirable to someone that they simply cannot control themselves, but then there is a deeper impulse, which the researchers referred to as Adversary Transformation. To quote the article: “[fantasies] involve a struggle between an assailant and a potential victim in which it is relevant to consider who is the winner and who is the loser. At one level, it is a struggle over sex, but the woman's non-consent may be feigned or token. At another level, the woman may be seeking a victory that is not about whether sex occurs, but about what happens emotionally between the protagonists.”

Basically, the imaginary perpetrator may have ‘won’, but the self-character need not have ‘lost’.

Media provides an extra layer to the illusion, one that you as the viewer have absolute control over. If you are choosing to engage with a piece of media that explicitly labels itself as including R18+ yandere content, then you clearly have some expectations, and that background awareness goes a long way in reducing long-term discomfort and allowing audiences to make informed decisions. If you don’t like the plot, you can simply turn it off it with the click of a button, and when the screen goes dark it’s not like the yandere is going to punish you for saying no. Strade isn’t going to break into your house with a drill, there are no homicidal clown ghosts hiding in your TV, and no suspicious pink-haired hackers watching your webcam. They aren’t real, and the consequences aren’t real either. You have all the power here.

Conclusion

In summary, Yanderes are appealing for a variety of reasons. Whether you want to save them, think they’re attractive, wish to indulge in a dream of being utterly coveted, or simply enjoy a bit of spice in your me-time, it’s obvious why the trope has persisted for so long and will likely continue to do so. If you enjoy yanderes but are worried that having a taste for the less wholesome side of things might imply something about who you are as a person, don’t be. The notion that fantasies and media preferences directly reflect subconscious desires is not only painfully out of date debunked nonsense but also indicative of restrictive ideologies wherein bad thoughts = sin. This isn’t 1984. You haven’t committed a thought-crime by having a weird kink. You aren't going to superhell for fantasizing. The human mind is hardly ever so mathematically rational, and the point of fiction is to allow us to safely engage with and explore various ideas, provided the everyone involved is mentally, chronologically, and emotionally mature enough to do so.

Thank you all for listening to me. If you learned something or were just a little bit entertained. If you're curious about knowing more, I've listed my sources below

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Critelli, J. W., & Bivona, J. M. (2008). Women’s Erotic Rape Fantasies: An Evaluation of Theory and research. Journal of Sex Research, 45(1), 57–70. https://doi.org/10.1080/00224490701808191

DeWall, C. N., & Bushman, B. J. (2011). Social acceptance and rejection. Current Directions in Psychological Science, 20(4), 256–260. https://doi.org/10.1177/0963721411417545

Flynn, F. J., Reagans, R., Amanatullah, E. T., & Ames, D. R. (2006). Helping one’s way to the top: Self-monitors achieve status by helping others and knowing who helps whom. Journal of Personality and Social Psychology, 91(6), 1123–1137. https://doi.org/10.1037/0022-3514.91.6.1123

Harandi, T. F., Taghinasab, M. M., & Nayeri, T. D. (2017). The correlation of social support with mental health: A meta-analysis. Electronic Physician, 9(9), 5212–5222. https://doi.org/10.19082/5212

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Matuszak, M. (2017). Hybristophilia White Paper. https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55dfd21ee4b0718764fb34cc/t/5cb7cabee5e5f00ab13be58b/1555548863275/Hybristophilia+White+Paper.pdf

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olderthannetfic · 9 months

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RE: https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/724095113542909952/i-hope-you-dont-mins-me-asking-but-how-would-you?source=share

Honestly one of the best things about fandom was and remains our anonymity. (Pseudonymity?) You're under no obligation to share your meatspace details with anyone. For the same reason we can't successfully ostracise the antis who harass people, you also get to go be someone else whenever you want. If you decide shit sucks, you are basically already in witness protection. You can disappear like smoke on the breeze. Orphan your fics, nuke your account, and go pick a new name.

Posting your fic poses zero risk, really, except for people being briefly mad about it. ...Or, more likely, these hypothetical mean fans wouldn't even actually be mad at you, but rather making outrage because they get a kinky little thrill from feeling powerful. They're just including you in their own performance art. But... you can't actually do anything to fix people who are determined to act destructive. They're going to find some way to do that.

In conclusion: try it. If it sucks, leave and make a new account. It's what that anonymity is for, you know? It's so any consequences of being in fandom can't follow you home.

(but for what it's worth transformers g1 is full of people who are notably older than college age who are busy building a wall of robot figurines and financing elderly cats. It's not that you were younger. It's not free from drama but I've been in many fandoms over the last twenty five years and it really is nicer fandom.)

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LOOKING FOR PRETTY/FEMININE TOPS OR TOP FEMBOYS

🗻18+, I’m a bottom gay roleplayer who’s into long term, slice of life rps with nsfw in it. Please bear in mind that I am usually busy so I won’t always respond immediately or quickly but I will try my best to be more active. All plots/prompts are up for discussion and feel free to share any ideas you may have

This is a long term roleplay so if you don’t feel like roleplaying anymore please tell me. Also, this is a slice of life and will be built up to a nsfw scene. The characters have to grow some sort of bond before going onto that so it will be a long rp and I prefer it if it is mainly slice of life and quite wholesome and there only being a few nsfw scenes.

I’m also fine with doing fandom ship roleplays using my prompts/plots:

- jjk , jujutsu kaisen : Top Itadori x Bottom Fushiguro (me), Top Inumaki x Bottom Fushiguro (me)

- genshin impact : Top Venti x Bottom Xiao (me), Top Aether/Albedo/Scaramouche/Kazuha x Bottom Xiao (me), Top Kaveh x Bottom Alhaitham (me)

- blue lock : Top Isagi x Bottom Rin (me), Top Bachira x Bottom Rin (me)

- and more that I can’t think of

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My character description:

Name: Xavier

Age: Depends on the prompt/plot

Appearance: Black hair, average height, blue eyes, slightly lean, sensitive body

Personality: Aloof, cold, stubborn, can soften up over time to those he cares about, athletic, determined, intelligent, tsundere, blunt but can come off as rude, can be harsh

Extra: He works a few part time jobs but also participates in many sports activities and events, and lives on his own

Please send me a your character description, make sure it includes age, appearance and personality or if you want use the one I made based on my type below feel more than welcome to:

Your character:

Name: Kaito

Age: Depends on the prompt/plot

Appearance: Blonde/brown hair, green eyes, not muscular but still surprisingly strong despite his weak looking body, average height but slightly taller Personality: Sweet, "innocent" before you see his sexual side, a bit sadistic in bed, nice, caring, affectionate, clingy, kinky, pretty horny

Kinks: public/risky sex, toys, after care, teasing, spanking, rough sex, nipple play, slight hair pulling, tying up wrists, blindfolds and more

Limits: scat, gore, watersports, beastility, heavy bdsm

Prompts:

1. Toxic boyfriend - My childhood gay best friend is in a toxic relationship and uses me to make his boy friend jealous

We’ve been friends for years, ever since my friend invited you to join my friend group. You’ve always had a thing for me but I was too naive to even notice a thing. You are openly gay and none of us seemed to have an issue with it despite other people’s judgement and comments on the matter.

But as time flew by and the years passed, we all grew far apart. Apart from us. You grasped onto our friendship and made sure that we remained together for your own selfish reasons such as your infatuation with me

You decide to try make further advances on me and due to my cold manner, I immediately shut you down until you switch up your method; using your toxic relationships as a way to use me however you please.

Extra: I’m looking for a top femboy

2. Academic rivals - Kenji has always been the top student until a new boy named Kaito joins his year. Kaito is just like Kenji, a top marker and enjoys being in the top spot. Kenji sees Kaito as a threat to not just him but also his future because of this, they both relentlessly battle for the top spot.

One day, the test results for english poetry come back and Kaito somehow makes it to the top score despite Kenji’s efforts. Kenji is outraged by this discovery and goes over to confront him in the boy’s locker room, abruptly slamming his hand against the locker and pinning Kaito against the wall. “How did you beat me?” He growled through his teeth, Kaito simply just smirked and shrugged. “Maybe I’m just better than you” Kaito replied, tracing Kenji’s jawline with his delicate touch, causing Kenji to flush red.

3. Polar opposites - Our characters are polar opposites. You are more friendly, thoughtful, caring and not to mention pretty. On the other hand, I’m aloof, stubborn, blunt and pretty much a tsundere.

You’re secretly gay while I’m “straight”. Despite that, you still manage to get all the girls attention which makes me jealous. I’m in the year above with your older sister so we’re not close at all. My best friend

I never liked you from the beginning since you were popular (even in my grade) and you were what you would call “too nice”. That part of you pisses me off to the point I would often take out my anger and frustration on you.

One day, we happen to bump into each other in the hallway and our dynamic completely change.

4. Tutor - Kaito is failing miserably at his classes so the school set him up with a tutor, Kenji. The top student with outstanding grades, always praised by teachers and admired by classmates and students. Kaito has no care for that kind of stuff, if anything it bores him.

Kaito decides to mess with him for his own entertainment and does so even more after seeing how easily flustered he gets. The more flirty Kaito gets towards Kenji, the more heated things get between them until Kenji just snaps.

extra info: it’s Kenji’s first time unlike Kaito

kinks: pinning, tying up (hands), teasing, blindfolded (maybe)

5. An incubus at a dorm party - It’s halloween and my roommate is hosting a costume party in our dorm, deliberately ignoring the rules against the idea. You of course are invited since you happen to be a very close friend of my roommate.

As the night progressed, your libido and lust skyrockets - a common side effect of being an incubus - which is how you end up stumbling into my room where I’ve been hiding out in for hours whilst the party went on.

Extra info: Incubus’s lust and libido’s increase at a certain hour (Also, if you happen to be wanting to do a fandom ship, I would prefer doing this prompt with Venxiao)

Personality wise Kenji is cold, smart, stubborn, gets flustered easily and a little harsh whereas Kaito is the complete opposite. Kaito is flirty, enjoys teasing people, popular, kind, sweet and friendly.

Please just be a little gentle and don’t go too overboard

give a like and anon will get back to you

#jujutsu kaisen rp #jujutsu kaisen roleplay #genshin impact rp #genshin impact roleplay #blue lock rp #blue lock roleplay #fandom rp #fandom roleplay

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ashley-ai · 1 year

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OMG... i ❤️ your Blog so much.

i do some kinky Captions with pix from tumblr. May i use your perfect business ladies, secretarys and maids to do so ???

i appreciate that you now show your bossy women from head to toe. My biggest fetish are fully fashioned nylon stockings and the latest pix show em perfectly.

thank you a lot for your outrageous work 🙏

I'm so excited and looking out for your future blogs ...

Hmm... I see you've already been using them. Glad you like them.

My only request is that you credit me for the image. And maybe post an English translation along with the ones in German.

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pashterlengkap · 1 year

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Allies with rainbow umbrellas stop haters from ruining kids’ drag queen library event

LGBTQ+ people and allies at a Maryland library used rainbow-colored umbrellas to prevent anti-queer protestors from invading a drag queen children’s event. Chaya Raichik, who goes by LibsofTikTok on social media, tried to anger bigots into disrupting the event. Anti-LGBTQ+ protestors found themselves outnumbered when they arrived at a Sunday-morning Drag Queen Story Hour event at the Olney Library in Maryland, 20 miles north of the nation’s capital. The LGBTQ+ allies used rainbow umbrellas to block the entrance, a tactic increasingly used and adopted by the pro-LGBTQ Parasol Patrol, a group that protects drag events from far-right disruptors. Related Stories MMA coach & his fighters volunteer to provide security for drag show The show was about to be canceled because of threats, until some MMA fighters stepped up. The umbrella-holders blocked one man, in particular, who held a sign which read, “This. is not amusing children, it’s ABUSING children!” Video of the protest showed the older man, wearing a sweatshirt with the U.S. flag on its back, trying to push past the umbrellas but being shoved away. In the background, someone repeatedly sang, “Nazis go home.” The older man asserted that it was his “First Amendment right” to protest inside the library. However, the Constitution’s First Amendment only prevents the government from restricting a person’s free speech — citizens can try and silence others’ speech if they wish. The man complained to officers from the Montgomery County Police Department, but he said that he didn’t wish to press charges for being pushed back. “I just want people to hear the right thing as far as I’m concerned,” he told an officer, shaking his sign for emphasis. “This is child abuse. These people are not normal, as far as I’m concerned.” “I’m just getting tired of being pushed around by a bunch of people who think they can block what I do, and more or less taking away my First Amendment rights,” the man told one officer. “I’m not pushing them around… Everywhere I go, they’re just trying to get me away from here.” When the man asked the officer to watch him get pushed back while trying to enter the library again, the officer said, “We don’t want adversarial contact. We don’t want to push through people.” The man replied, “Well, they already started that.” VIDEO THREAD: As a drag story hour event took place at a library in Olney, Maryland this morning, supporters stood outside to guard it against anti-drag protesters. A man holding an anti-drag sign approached police after a confrontation turned physical, but declined when asked… https://t.co/NihTnyLf5q pic.twitter.com/HN2kH6nLHf— Ford Fischer (@FordFischer) February 26, 2023 Chaya Raichik, who goes by LibsofTikTok on social media, posted a tweet that sought to generate outrage about the event. Her February 2 tweet noted that the library was holding the event in celebration of a local staging of Kinky Boots, a musical about a drag queen who helps a boot factory stay in business by producing flashy footwear. Raichik’s tweet cited the library’s drag story hour description, which called the event an occasion for “all ages, especially toddlers, preschoolers.” “This library receives millions in funding,” Raichick wrote. “Our tax dollars are funding drag events & sexual themed plays for kids.” Kinky Boots is not a “sexual themed play.” While the play features drag performers, no sex occurs. Distortions like this are a regular part of Raichik’s schtick. Raichik’s posts, which regularly accuse LGBTQ people of “grooming” children for sexual abuse, have inspired death threats against drag performers, educators, and healthcare providers. Late last year, a post of her’s compelled bigots to send death threats to a dog shelter that had a drag queen read books to dogs. In 2022 alone, far-right groups targeted at least 124 drag shows for protests and harassment. http://dlvr.it/Sk65nh

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sexguru69 · 2 years

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Naughty sex ideas you should try

10 Weirdly Awesome Sex Acts You Should Try At Least Once Someday, you're going to be 80 and your penis is going to be out of commission. So, you'll want to have some good stories of the outrageous times the two of you had together back in your hay day to entertain your fellow retirement home buddies with. What I'm trying to say is, there are a few sex acts out there that might sound downright weird when you first hear about them...but once you give them a shot, you'll be glad that you tried them out. Don't knock it till you've tried it, you know? Heck, you and bae might even work a few into your normal routine. If you've never asked your girlfriend for a "Pop Rocks blow job" or taken a nibble on her "vampire ass," now's the time. Good sex movies

Here are some kind of strange but totally awesome sex acts you should try with your partner at least once.

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taetaespeaches · 3 years

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“Why is there mistletoe in every room of the apartment?”

seokjin x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.2K

a/n: KICKING OFF THE CHRISTMAS FICS HERE WE GOOOOOO!!! Ok this is honestly so random but like it’s Jin and Poopsie so nothing abnormal there. Literally nothing happens in this, it’s just these two lovebirds fucking around and being in love. And it’s Jin’s birthday so like hell yeah!!!!! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you all enjoy :))

p.s. Happy birthday to my emotional support Seokjinnie. There’s no one like him and the man owns my heart <3

GROANING into the pillow, you squeezed your eyes shut, not yet ready to start the day. Reaching out in front of you, you searched for your boyfriend blindly, feeling only empty space.

Huffing to yourself, you curled back up into the blankets when the strumming of a guitar entered your ears, which you quickly realized was the source of your interrupted slumber. “Jin,” you whined out, dragging his name out. Sitting up and opening your eyes for the first time that day, you looked around the room to see that the sun was still rising. Why is he up so early?

Wrapping yourself up in the comforter, the apartment’s morning chill too much for your sleepy frame, you stumbled off the bed and made your way through the apartment, your mind hazy as you followed the sound of Jin’s guitar.

At the patting of your bare feet against the wooden floorboards, Jin, who was seated on a kitchen stool wearing some sweatpants and a t-shirt, looked up from his guitar and shot you a cheerful smile. His eyes were bright as he held back a laugh at your disarrayed appearance.

“Morning, Poopsie,” he greeted happily, you groaning as you continued on your path to him. “You’re looking stunning this fine morning,” he playfully complimented.

The comment was enough to break through your sleepy fog, a smile curving up on your lips as a small giggle escaped them. “Why are you awake?” You asked, Jin chuckling as you waddling into the v of his legs, the guitar keeping you from pressing your body against his in a sleepy morning hug.

“I just woke up,” he shrugged, wrapping an arm around your waist despite the obstruction from the instrument.

“You’re cute,” you grinned, leaning in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Is it the fourth?” You pulled away slightly to ask, your boyfriend craning his neck forward to catch your lips once again before smiling against your mouth. “Happy birthday, Jinnie,” you whispered into the kiss, Jin giggling at the words.

“Thank you,” he pulled away, tugging on the guitar neck to remove it from between your bodies. Carefully setting it flat against the stool next to him, he turned back to you and quickly wrapped you up in his arms, tugging you against him, the action eliciting a giggle from you. Suddenly, his arms were digging inside the comforter draped over your frame, his hands feeling at the sides of your body underneath your sleep shirt.

“I’ll cook you breakfast,” you told him, Jin’s eyes widening in excitement.

“Then we can decorate for Christmas,” he nodded to the living room, in which he had set the boxes of decorations out.

“Oh my god,” you giggled, “you’ve been busy this morning.” Exhaling in content as Jin nuzzled his face against the side of your neck, you reveled in the feeling of his light kisses on your skin as you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck.

Turning your face toward him, you caught his lips with your own, Jin immediately humming into the action making you smile as you lightly ran your thumb across the skin at his nape. However, the kiss was interrupted at the loud growl that sounded from your boyfriend’s belly, you pulling away to shoot his abdomen a look of surprise.

“It sounds like I need to feed you, my love,” you giggled, Jin letting out a squeaky amused laugh as he rubbed his stomach.

“Hang on,” you pulled away from him, removing yourself from the blanket and piling it onto Jin’s lap. “Let me get dressed so I can cook.”

“No,” he whined, reaching for you as you hurried to the bedroom, your exposed legs already being spotted in goosebumps. “Poopsie,” he yelled out to you in a needy tone, dragging the pet name out.

“It’s so cold,” you yelled back before screeching at the cool temperature in your apartment. “Brrr,” you called out loudly, exaggerating the reaction with a feigned shiver. Quickly dressing yourself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, you prepared to leave the room when you realized mistletoe hanging over the door of your bedroom.

Looking at it curiously, you huffed in thought. Tapping on it, you found that it was fake, you easily concluding that he must have dug it out of the Christmas decorations. Nothing out of the ordinary really, beyond it being quite the random place to hang it.

However, as you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and spotted even more mistletoe hanging in the bathroom door frame, you pulled your eyebrows together in confusion. By the time you left the bathroom and headed back to the kitchen, your sleepiness wearing off by the second, you realized there was mistletoe hanging in the hallway, in the entry way to the kitchen, a few in the living room, and even one hanging over the entry way to the apartment.

Spotting him standing in the kitchen, you held back a smile of amusement. “Uh, Jinnie,” you started, looking up and noticing you were standing under yet another mistletoe. “Why is there mis- hey, what are you doing?”

Looking up at you with a wide-eyed look of surprise, a bowl in his hands, he gently placed the kitchen ware down before raising his arms up in surrender. “Step away from the stove,” you told him, the man’s lips curving into a smile.

As you stared at one another, he started laughing as you shook your head, a light giggle leaving your lips as you groaned to cover it up. “It’s your birthday, how dare you try to cook breakfast,” you complained, marching toward him. You immediately placed your hands to his chest and began shoving him away from the cooking space, directing him backward out of the area. “You pest,” you continued complaining, Jin laughing loudly at the situation.

“I just wanted to help,” he feigned a pout, you rolling your eyes.

“That’s not allowed today,” you informed him sternly as you fought back a smile. Jin’s hands wrapped around your wrists, easily tugging you against his frame as his arms slid around your waist. With your arms hanging at your side, you resisted the urge to pull him even closer. “No hugs, you’re being punished,” you told him, Jin tucking his chin into his neck to shoot you a mischievous expression.

“Kinky,” he noted with a quirk of his eyebrow, you groaning instantly at him, only sending him into further laughter.

Pushing him down onto the stool, he moved his arms to wrap around your hips as yours folded over the back of his neck. Inspecting his bed hair, you smiled in amusement. “You’re lucky you’re so cute,” you told him, the man giggling as a small blush greeted his cheeks. You loved how even after being best friends and dating for so long, you could still make him so bashful.

“What were you going to ask me a bit ago?” He asked with a small smirk, fully aware of what you were going to question him on. He had been waiting for it since the moment you stumbled out of the bedroom.

“Ah,” you nodded in remembrance. “Jinnie, my love, why is there mistletoe in every room of the apartment?”

Smiling up at you, thoroughly amused, he shrugged. “It’s Christmas time,” he said simply.

“Jin,” you giggled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead.

A breathy laugh left his lips as he leaned into your touch. “I got the decorations out, I saw the mistletoe in the box and-”

“Don’t lie, we have never owned this much mistletoe in our lives,” you pointed out.

“Well what?” He started, raising his voice hilariously dramatically. “You expect me not to try to kiss you every chance I get?” He asked you incredulously, you rolling your eyes at him as you as you flashed him a fond smile.

“As if you can’t already kiss me whenever you want?” You questioned him. “You didn’t have to buy what, seven, eight mistletoe,” you giggled.

Another small blush graced his cheeks, his ears tinting red as he laughed embarrassedly. “This makes it more fun,” he defended, beginning to doubt his excessive mistletoe hanging.

Observing him become adorably bashful you couldn’t help but realize all over again just how fond you were of of him. Utterly smitten. Leaning forward, you caught his lips in a kiss, the action becoming more passionate with every passing second. Your fingers dug into the hair at the nape of his neck as Jin’s hands grabbed at your hips, squeezing the flesh greedily.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, smirking at the man as he licked his lips, letting out a quick breath. “Fuck,” he chuckled, you giggling as you ran a thumb over his cheek.

“Rules are rules,” you told him, looking up at the mistletoe hanging over your heads. “You really did cover your bases with hanging these literally everywhere,” you giggled, Jin smiling happily.

“I was expecting just small kisses,” he informed you. “If they all turn out like that we’ll never get around to doing anything else,” he laughed at himself, his body shaking in amusement.

“Ok, but,” you started, nodding toward the door. “Was hanging one in the front doorway necessary?”

“Of course it was,” he defended, feigning outrage at your question.

“But consider this,” you told him, the man giving you his undivided attention. “What if someone knocks on our door, I don’t know, a delivery person, a neighbor looking for a cup of sugar,” you explained, Jin chuckling. “Then I would be under the mistletoe with someone who isn’t you.”

Jin’s eyes popped wide open, a look of alarm and surprise overtaking his features as he pushed you to the side and bolted to the door, making you laugh loudly at his ridiculousness. The mistletoe was tugged down in an instant, the man holding it in his fingertips, wiggling it to show you, a proud smirk on his face.

“Wow,” you shook your head. “Look at you, my hero,” you teased.

“Do you know how hard it is to find real mistletoe?” He asked as he approached you.

“How hard is it?” You questioned with a fond smile.

“Impossible,” he informed you with a huff, you giggling as he planted himself in front of you. Holding the plastic mistletoe above your heads, he looked up at it suggestively. “Rules are rules,” he mimicked your earlier words, you scoffing just before placing your hands to the sides of his face and pulling him into an eager kiss.

“I love you,” you whispered into the action, Jin smiling as he pecked your mouth again.

“I love you,” he replied sincerely, trailing kisses across your cheek.

“Happy birthday,” you told him again, the man humming against your temple before pressing yet another kiss to the spot. “Now let me cook you breakfast dammit,” you told him, Jin chuckling against your skin before kissing your hair.

“Fine,” he relented, allowing you to leave him to begin preparing his birthday meal. “But I’m not happy about it.”

“Oh shush,” you giggled. “I’ll eat without you if you don’t drop the attitude, birthday boy.”

Standing up in classic dramatic Kim Seokjin fashion, he stomped a foot childishly. “What kind of birthday is this?” He yelled in complaint, causing you to throw your head back in laughter as you stood in front of the stove.

“Would you sit down and be quiet,” you playfully scolded through your smile, Jin defying the command as he started to round the counter coming toward you. “Don’t come over here without that mistletoe if you’re looking for kisses, I’m not giving them up willingly anymore,” you informed him. As he waved the fake plant in front of your face, his other arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you toward him.

“Now you know why I bought so many,” he joked, you scoffing as you watched him lean in for a kiss. Placing your hand to his face, you playfully shoved his head back, the man looking at you in shock. “It’s my birthday,” he loudly complained with wide-eyes, you laughing in amusement as he quickly recovered, lunging forward and attacking the side of your face in kisses.

Squealing at the action, you tried to turn away from him, only for Jin to hold you to him in a back hug. Swaying you back and forth, you stopped resisting his affection, allowing him to embrace you closely as you sighed.

“Waffles or pancakes?” You asked, the man humming in thought for a moment.

First kissing the side of your face, he whispered, “waffles,” you looking back at him in judgement.

“Waffles over pancakes?” You questioned. “Are you insane?”

“What’s wrong with waffles?” He retorted in offense.

“Nothing, but like, they’re just fancy pancakes,” you informed him, the man’s face contorting in disagreement as you turned your neck to look at him.

“They’re totally different,” he countered before going into an impassioned argument about why waffles and pancakes are both great in their own right, but waffles are the superior breakfast pastry.

And as you playfully squabbled, his arms wrapped around your waist as you leaned back against his chest, both of you pointing out how misguided and wrong the other one’s opinions were, the day was quickly panning out to be the perfect birthday. Laughing, groaning, and feigning outrage at each other, it was undeniably your dynamic, and you couldn’t have been more smitten.

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bearseokie · 3 years

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kinky (M)

— Meeting an inducing man at the club, Mark puts an offer on the table you can’t refuse - an experience you can only benefit from.

pairing: fuckboy! mark tuan x gender-neutral! reader genre: smut word count: 1.1k [warnings]: temptation/seduction, biting, cursing, oral (reader receiving), praising, edging, dom/sub tones, dirty talking

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His tongue trailed across your skin, a hiss from the man you had only met two hours prior making you shiver with anticipation. “Open yourself up. There’s so much you haven’t done yet, wouldn’t you want to try it?”

Mark had sweet talked you into understanding that sex is meant to be an experience and not just a physical activity, the man’s outrageously encouraging voice leading you home to his apartment with glistening eyes and a smirk on his lips.

Zero intoxication although you met at a club had completely befuddled you, the man’s entire entrancement on you and yourself alone. He wasn’t some creep, he kept a distance from you the entire time — but his eyes told you stories you wanted to feel, make real, indulge in. The tone in his voice drove you wild, the slightest touch to his leg as you tempted his imagery full force. “If you’re so curious about my sex life, why don’t you let me show you what I know?”

“Why don’t we spin this around?” His eyes were almost cold in the way they looked over your form, mentions of the vanilla sex you had become accustomed to almost boring him to sleep. “Allow me-” A vague click of his tongue had you reeling for his touch, the man’s distant hands merely clenching in the imagination that they were already feeling your skin. “-to enlighten you on what I know, instead.”

A proposition you would have never agreed to had you met him on any other occasion, you found yourself chained by cuffs to his bedpost, a tie tied around your head to cover your eyes, and Mark’s mouth between your thighs before you could even question what exactly you had gotten yourself into.

“Do you naturally tie up those who impulse you?” The question begged for him to be more open with what he was doing outside of your blindfold, a light lick at your center causing you to gasp.

His laughter was almost dark, the man had you where he wanted you. “No, actually-” Voice like a frat boy, you could tell he was only in on all of this for the fun. His lingering tongue poked at you in the middle of his sentence for emphasis on how much control he had over you in the moment, your moan buried by a bite at your lip. “-I usually just ask for them to come upstairs and they eventually do. Then we get down to business; I cum, they cum, and we separate into our own, different worlds once more in the hopes that we never cross paths again.

Your chuckle was swallowed by the moan as his tongue took over you, the wet muscle running patterns against you that had your eyes clenching shut and voice cracking when you attempted to speak. “S-So what makes me so different?”

“You asked for this.” His tongue fell deep against you, his name rolling off of your tongue like a sin. The metal around your wrists were enough to contain the fighting limbs, but your thighs around his head nearly choked him as the man inhaled a deep breath and continued to work at your body. “And I think you’re enjoying it more than you want to admit.”

“I’ve told you this a-already~” your voice sang, his mouth doing things to you that even those you dated didn’t think of acting out. “I’m new at this.”

“And you’re doing so well.” His tongue swiveled at the end of his sentence, the sparkles in your eyes from the first moment at the club continuing to cling to your sight as your eyes were shut again under the blindfold. He was lifting you higher and higher, your orgasm intact — but just as your senses told you, Mark wasn’t so simple to please. The man pulled from you, your legs kicking at his side. Hands clenching at your knees, he pressed them down into the soft mattress. Wearing the widest grin ever to be on someone’s face, the smile was completely overtaking his mouth. Soaring from your cries of his name and battered growls from your throat — it was another layer he got to help you experience, edging never on your menu until now.

“Oh, come on!” You cried out, eyes peeling open when his fingers lifted the blindfold. Finally allowed to see his cheeky grin, he sat up from the middle of your legs with his hair a wreck from running his own fingers through the locks.

“You didn't do that yet.”

A tease, the man was dragging out the process on purpose. His eyes captured your gaze as he lifted his upper body to align with your own. Hand separating your sweating back from his mattress, he curved your spine forward, torso pressed against his as you panted to catch your breath. His other hand brushed against your temple to glide the tie off your skull, the tight fabric making your head throb, your skin coated with sweat as your body pried for an orgasm to hit.

“See-” he began, another one of his bachelor speeches. “-the reason you’ve never been pleased like this, how I can please you-”

“Is because you didn’t let me finish, you bastard.”

His eyes were stern, thumb pressing into the bottom of your jawline to bring your chin up. Your teeth clenched down onto your tongue, a pleased look finally filling his gaze. “Don’t speak when I’m talking.” he gritted lightly.

His form was heavy over your own, his cock throbbing against your waist as you hissed at his power and became content with whatever he was sharing. His words were only meant to be a lesson, your mind intaking everything he spoke — but that didn’t mean you had to wear a focused face to gain anything from him. This he knew, pressing his thigh against you to replace where his mouth left off, the teetering of his limb bringing shocks through your body as you fought the restraints to hold onto him.

“The reason you’ve never been pleasured like I can pleasure you is because those that think sex is only meant to be intimate have the wrong idea. Intimacy means trust, and trust is usually paired with a situation that’s potentially threatening, correct?” You nodded in time to watch Mark’s bottom lip sink between his teeth. So focused, so drowned by your body underneath him; he had prepared you without you acknowledging his game plan. “You have to do foreplay first, so why skip the trust exercise?” You could see the cogs turning in his brain, Mark’s eyes flashing with arousal as his mouth watered. “What’s your pain level, baby?”

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gojos-sidepiece-69 · 3 years

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 6

By the time you woke up on Wednesday, you were still seething with rage. Who does that little shit think he is? Was he still a little boy? He was 28, for Christ’s sake, when was he going to grow up??! You shoved the microscopic train of thought that you found Gojo Satoru’s immaturity charming deep into the depths of your subconsciousness. You felt an unwanted warmth spread upwards and inwards from your thighs when you opened your phone and saw the inappropriate picture Gojo had sent you last night, dangling your lacy pink underwear from his index finger. You were still angry, but your heat pulsed at the thought of your panties in his hands. You shook the thought away when you felt drool shamelessly pooling at the sides of your mouth.

What you hated to dwell on even more was the growing realization that the more Gojo touched you with those long fingers of his, the more his tongue and his overly moisturized, glistening lips ghosted across your skin, the more you felt deprived of the sensation when he was gone. The hunger was only growing. You realized that you had only taken his dick inside of you once, just once...you felt empty. No, you thought to yourself. This was selfish and pathetic on both of your ends; your little schoolgirl crush had gone way too far. You needed to stop fucking him, even if he made your body tremble your throat moan in ways no one else could even dream of doing.

The past five days had been such a chaotic blur that you hadn’t processed the fact that tomorrow was your...your birthday. How had you not realized it when Sukuna first proposed his deal that day at the mall? “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.” You could still hear his deep, demonic voice. So that was how you were going to be spending your birthday evening tomorrow: being tossed around like a plaything by a 1,000 year old curse. You sighed deeply and put your head into your hands, not even surprised anymore at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell were you doing with your life? You came to Tokyo Tech to train to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not practice your Kegel techniques with your teacher every other day. Just take things one day at a time, you reminded yourself, as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of your bed.

Today was your second day filled with exerting and harsh training, but at least it wasn’t as traumatizing as your earlier Field Training expedition. When you got to the grassy training field on campus, you looked around for Gojo, feeling a tiny sliver of disappointment when Maki told you, “He’s out for the day. He’ll be back tomorrow, but us second-years are overlooking your training today.” Damn, you thought. You couldn’t resist how delicious the thought of showing off was for your cocky....fuck, stop thinking about him. It was as if his stupid, dimpled smile was permanently branded to the right side of your brain. You turned around to watch Nobara and Panda goofing around, swinging each other in circles and getting thrown around like frisbees. Track-star Yuji and a stubborn Megumi were racing each other up and down the track like their first names were Usain.

Your friends all looked so cute in their blue tracksuits, you smiled. Toge was yelling, “Salmon! Tuna-salmon!” as Maki practiced her new, crisp cursed-tool technique on him with her incredible agility. “Wait up!” You yelled after Yuji and Megumi, challenging the two boys to a quick hundred-meter dash. “Loser buys us all drinks for my birthday tomorrow!”

Somehow, Megumi lost the race but promised to buy you all drinks tomorrow; you smiled inwardly, thinking about something he once said about having a strong moral compass that couldn’t easily be shaken. At least you knew of two good guys you could rely on, even if they were a spiky sea urchin and an extra large pink cupcake. “Hold on, hold on. Why didn’t you tell us tomorrow was your birthday?! Explain yourself,” Nobara demanded, crossing her arms at you. “I guess I just forgot...” you started, but she wasn’t having it. “I love birthdays, and we’re using yours as a chance to celebrate. I think we all deserve some more sweets and drinks, right? And I can go shopping to get you a present!" She gushed, and before you told her it wasn’t a big deal, she tutted at you. “No ifs and buts. I’ll decorate my dorm and we can all meet there tomorrow at 9 PM. No excuses,” she pointed a finger in your face. “Okay, okay,” you smiled, before wickedly challenging Yuji and Megumi to a rematch.

The rest of your day was filled with arduous exercise and training with your second-years, and it was soon time for bed. You woke up the next day sore again, but thought to yourself that you might as well get used to the muscle ache - it was only going to get worse from here. You were going to have the bones of an 80-year-old soon, if you kept this up. You laughed darkly and nervously at the thought of having arthritis as a teenager, before a spirited Yuji and Nobara bursted into your room yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)” You thanked them, head ringing slightly from their yelling at 8 in the morning. They jumped onto your bed with you, tackling you with warm hugs and tickling you.

Yuji slapped a birthday cake sticker against your cheek, insisting that you must keep it on all day. “Guys, guys, stop,” you laughed, eyes watering from laughing. Megumi stood at the doorway and nodded your way before wishing you a happy birthday. Yuji got up and dragged him into the group hug, Megumi’s face smashing against Yuji’s stomach. Your dark haired friend groaned as the rest of you poked fun at him. This was the best birthday morning you had in a very long time.

You peeled the cake sticker off of your face and stuck it onto your mirror. “Let’s go out again today and hit every good Ramen shop in the damn city! And then go shopping in Harajuku!” Nobara ordered rather than suggested, and you both reeled from excitement. She knew how much you loved food. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you all the way to the front of the school, not even giving you time to change. So the four of you stood in front of Tokyo Tech in your pajamas, hailing a cab to get downtown. You spent all day with your friends, and the three of you loved teasing Megumi for his seriousness. You could’ve sworn you saw him smile once, when a waiter at one Ramen restaurant placed a big steaming bowl in front of him. Everyone ate out of each other’s dishes greedily, snatching and stealing.

After that, you headed to shops selling outrageously expensive clothing, including one dedicated to just selling corsets. You all pushed inside, trying on ones that you could never afford. You laughed as Yuji tried on a pink frilly corset, making Megumi wear a deep blue one. Nobara tried to talk you into a plan for shoplifting a set for the both of you to share, but you were too afraid you’d get caught. “Oh my god! Is that Nanami?” Nobara whispered too loudly, and the blonde man turned towards the four of you. He had a lacy set of undergarments in his hands, and Yuji hooted. “Who’s that for, Nanami-Sensei?” He jumped up and down. “I told you not to call me that. And that’s none of your business. Tch.”The man answered in his slightly-flustered deep voice, adjusting his leopard-print tie. He quickly walked over to the cash register to avoid dealing with you four. You all laughed it off, making jokes the whole way out.

“HAHA-and what if he’s into some super weird kinky stuff, too?!” Nobara asked. “I can see it! He’s totally a Fifty Shades of Grey type-man...he’s probably secretly a sadist or something,” Yuji said spookily, waving his arms around.

Before you knew it, you were back in your dorm and it was almost 9 PM, time for your little party. You tugged open your closet doors, wondering what you should wear for the occasion. Since it was your birthday, you decided you could afford to show some skin and let loose for the night. Nobara had even warned you and the boys earlier that if you didn’t wear something nice she would “use the straw doll ritual technique on you.” So you settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, still an avid supporter of the Bloutfit. You knocked on Nobara’s door and entered, and seeing all your classmates in there dressed nicely for you warmed your heart: Megumi, Toge, and Yuji wore cute slacks and button-down long sleeve shirts, Nobara wore a pink skirt and a white top, and Maki dressed up in a power suit. Panda was panda.

Your stomach did three consecutive backflips when your eyes landed on none other than Gojo Satoru, leaning back against a wall and smiling at you. Oh, so he was back from his trip already, huh? This try-not-to-stare game was getting really hard when he, too, was wearing nice slacks and a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wore his dumb sunglasses, and damn, did this man look expensive.

Megumi shoved two bottles of fancy-looking wine into your hands, keeping his promise. Everyone passed the bottles around, laughing and swaying to music (which Yuji was again in charge of, starting the night off with Walk Down by FNF Chop). You played a couple of intense rounds of charades, and you would never forget Yuji’s impersonation of John Cena. Ever. Because you now had a permanent stain on your dress where you had spat out your wine. See, this is why we wear black, though! You felt someone grab your wrist and lead you outside of the room and into the dimly lit hallway.

Before you could even process it, a certain 6’ 3” tree bent into your ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, princess,” while shoving a small box into your hands. He pulled back up and leaned against the wall, nodding at you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You opened your mouth to angrily argue with him, but he put a finger to your mouth and shushed you. “Just open it.” You narrowed your eyes as you popped the lid of the box open, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You stared down at a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “What the fuck is this?” You asked him bluntly, and he stupidly replied, “Handcuffs, dummy. I was thinking we could use them soon during one of our training sessions. Trust me, you’ll like them,” he winked at you through his sunglasses. Before you could scoff and tell him you weren’t the type of girl who was into bright pink sex toys, he said, “Oh, and one more thing before I forget.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the panties he had stolen from your pile of clothes in the shed last night. He took a step toward you and pulled the top of your dress out, slipping your underwear inside. His hand lingered on your chest longer than it should have, until he pulled it back out and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, you’d better get going. Yuji knows about the deal, blah blah blah, so meet Sukuna at his room at 11, okay?” You froze and your stomach dropped. How could you have forgotten? What time was it? You glanced at your phone frantically. “It’s 11:27, you moron! Why didn’t you remind me earlier??” You panicked. “Oh shit, sorry about that. Well, you better get going now, then.” Gojo called after you “Have fun!” And “Be safe!” And “Use protection!” As you scrambled down the hallway to meet your impending doom.

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olderthannetfic · 2 years

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Okay uh. I'm not starting discourse here, I'm not even sure what I'm fully asking here but

You know that post that went around tumblr that was a picture of some kinksters at pride and also there were kids around. And people were like 'no kink at pride' and debates ranged from 'well pride used to be a protest i.e. not safe for kids' all the way to 'well pride should be accessible to kids too' to 'well the leather community has always been part of the queer community, we're not gonna kick them out' to 'but not everyone in a public space can't consent to be part of the scene'

And now I see a debates about how 'ahegao faces are very sexual and you shouldn't wear like a t shirt with such a print in public' to 'well don't police people for what they're wearing you can't stop them' to idk like violent threats against people wearing something like that because it makes other people uncomfortable. And like the other day i wanted to just watch a cute bubble tea video and in the background a stark contrast to the video the sugar jars also had ahegao faces and I was so stunned I literally don't remember the rest of the video.

And I'm sorry but I am just. So genuinely confused. I'm very much a well why is it any of my business what other people do or wear person. But the debate between does this make someone uncomfortable or is this a genuine trigger or is this appropriate while in public is actively confusing me especially because I find myself agreeing with both sides but i never find a concrete answer?? Like would seeing an ahegao face in public make me very uncomfortable? Yes. Would i say something to the person? No I'll just remove myself from the situation. Should someone still talk to this person about what is appropriate or not in public? Yes. Will i personally threaten them for it? fuck no.

But i just see people taking such a black and white stance, and this is also something you see in fandom and people behind their anonymity feel so comfortable threatening violence when they see dark content. And its like. Is fan stuff a publicly enjoyed thing or is it private? Is anoymous social media somehow for public viewing now where you post what you're for and against when it used to be a dumb private thing? I still don't know what I'm fully asking but like. I just want someone I think can provide me with a clearer trajectory to understand this stuff

LOL. Ah yes, that extremely fair and balanced kink at pride discourse.

As I recall, at least one of the pics circulated that way was from the Folsom Street Fair, which is a leather event that is explicitly about kink. Some of the more out-there stuff is, in fact, in spaces they keep kids out of.

Those posts are often explicitly lying about the contexts of the photos in order to stir outrage on Tumblr and sway the young queer kids to an anti-kink radfem position. They're propaganda that Tumblr is happy to lap up.

I rarely go to parade type events these days because I'm short and hate sunlight and crowds, but the bay area is where I grew up as a young, kinky queer in the 90s.

The first thing I'll say is that most of Tumblr also doesn't leave the house and certainly doesn't live here, so they can shut the fuck up about my pride events.

The corporate takeover of Pride is obnoxious and a real issue that people in the community—the offline community—discuss a lot. A lot of the "nothing too weird" energy is coming from that corporatization. Sanitizing everything for toddlers is a relatively new phenomenon. "LOLOL, breeders!" was still a pretty common sentiment from a lot of gay dudes when I was a teenager.

Pride is for adults.

If it's also open to families and teens and whatever, that's cool, but it's inappropriate to ask adults to not have an adult life. You're only a teen for a few years. You're an adult for the whole rest of your life.

But the debate between does this make someone uncomfortable or is this a genuine trigger or is this appropriate while in public is actively confusing me especially because I find myself agreeing with both sides but i never find a concrete answer??

There are no concrete answers other than that a trigger is one's own business and has zero effect on whether other people are allowed to do a thing in public.

Something can be inappropriate without being banned, and there are many competing attitudes about what is appropriate in public.

Ahegao shirts are so unbelievably cringe. Seriously, people? Seriously?

But unless you're catering a kid's birthday party or something, they're not really different from those naughty stick figure shirts that used to be in vogue:

I'm a lot more disturbed by seeing a fucking confederate flag on shit, but it's still legal to go out in public in white supremacy gear, at least in the United States.

The actual situation is that people have competing needs for what Pride should be and these needs cannot all be satisfied. Some of them are in direct opposition.

Tumblr wants there to be a 'for everyone' solution and there is not. For pride to be its current, corporate, sanitized version that is more comfortable for sex-phobic people and more accessible to randos watching it on TV, old Pride that was welcoming to the freaks who built it had to die.

There are also radically different attitudes about what's appropriate in public, and we'll never reconcile them all. People are sometimes shocked if I swear or talk about sex while having lunch with friends. As long as I'm not bellowing, my attitude is that you can keep your damn kids from eavesdropping, or you can deal. I'm not going to never again be myself in public.

But as for the specific case of kink at pride Tumblr discourse, it's mostly out-of-context photos and radfems lying about shit.

When Pride events started, drag was considered sexually deviant. It was kink all by itself. Most of what people are doing at major Pride parades is wearing fetish gear like it's fashion—a thing that has been common among non-kinksters since the 1980s.

Treating that as "sexualizing Pride" is like saying that being gay in public is inherently sexual.

However, my queerness is sexual. I'm happy to welcome asexuals to the queer community. I'm not happy to have my sexuality offensively erased by a bunch of Tumblr Karens. Pride has always been sexual.

That said, the sex acts in public type photos are from controlled spaces at kink events, misused to cause maximum outrage.

And its like. Is fan stuff a publicly enjoyed thing or is it private? Is anoymous social media somehow for public viewing now where you post what you're for and against when it used to be a dumb private thing?

You're a kid for five minutes. You're an adult for the rest of your life.

Fan stuff isn't private. It's just default for adults.

(Yes, even you 22-year-old adults getting out of college, reading only New Adult books, and pretending you're still kids.)

If someone doesn't like seeing certain content, they can block the people who post it. They don't get to tell the rest of the adults to make the internet a playground for five-year-olds.

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Flawless (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

Prompt: Bucky and Y/N are friends with benefits. They found a new thing to play with in the bedroom. The Winter Soldier.

Song Inspiration: Flawless by The Neighbourhood

Warnings: SMUT!!!!!!! only 18+ please. don’t read if you’re uncomfortable w rough sex.

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The whole arrangement had never been innocent, not even from the start. It was toxic.

Y/N hated the way this new society aimlessly threw the word “toxic” around when none of them truly knew the real definition of the dirty word. Toxic wasn’t just running back to the guy you told your friends you’ve cut off. No, toxic wasn’t just that.

Toxic was reciting those trigger words, ten, little, poisonous words, that ignites a monster inside someone she had no business even being around. It was the feeling of absolute adrenaline that she felt when she heard the squeaks of his metal arm, the grunting coming from his pursed lips, and the evil twinkle in his eye. They knew this was dangerous. They were playing with fire that could leave them burned and their arrangement in ashes but they didn’t care. They didn’t care that his fingers might just press that much harder against the skin of her throat and -poof- she’d be a goner. They thought it was hot, living on the edge, knowing that their possible demise was just one step away, crossing the line from pleasure to death.

That’s toxic.

Not the teeny-bopper definition of it. What Bucky and Y/N had, was toxic.

But that never stopped them from doing it.

The first time they tried it, Bucky was apprehensive. Bucky was never one to be experimental in the bedroom and he had spent a better part of his new life trying to detangle himself from the monster they created. So when Y/N’s soft whisper, so soft that he almost didn’t hear it- thank God for his super-soldier hearing- he blinked a few times trying to comprehend exactly what she wanted from him.

“You want to what?” He asked through gritted teeth, his eyebrows were furrowed. “You want to recite my trigger words to see what it’s like to fuck while I’m the Winter Soldier?”

Truth be told, when Y/N first approached him with the proposition of being friends with benefits, he was overjoyed. There had been months of sexual tension building up between the two Avengers and Bucky hasn’t had anything but his own hand for years. A sexual release was nice. He knew he needed it.

What he didn’t expect was for sweet, innocent, talks to insects she sees in the garden, Y/N, to be so goddamn kinky. The young agent was experimental, sometimes too experimental for Bucky’s old mind to keep up with. But this idea she has to fuck while he was in Winter Soldier mode was the most outrageous, yet somewhat enticing, idea she’d ever had.

“I know, it’s a little extreme,” She sighed, already making her way out the door of his room. “Forget I said anything. I’m sorry.”

Bucky sat on his bed, dumbfounded for a second, weighing his decision. Any mentally stable man would know that the idea that he could quite possibly snap her in half like a Kit-Kat, should’ve been enough to shoot the entire possibility down. But Bucky was far from mentally stable and it was evident when he ran towards you as you placed your hand on the doorknob and kissed you like his life depended on it.

He felt you smirk under the feeling of his tongue on your lips. You always win. God, it was so dangerous. What you were about to do were so fucking dangerous but the only thing that Bucky could think about was how absolutely wrecked you would look under him while he destroys you.

Your hands traveled under his tight shirt, the one you bought him. He complained when he first opened the pack, stating that it was a size too small. You winked at him and said, “That’s the point, Sarge.” You sighed in adoration as the brief memory escaped your mind, your thoughts suddenly going in overdrive as you feel the pricking of his stubble against your neck. You clawed at his abdomen, feeling the sense of euphoria that only James Buchanan Barnes could ever deliver to you.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Buck breathed out in your ear, his lips finding your sweet spot underneath your earlobe.

“Been dreamin’ about it,” You confessed, pulling his head back so you could look at him in the eye while saying your next words. “I wake up with my hand between my legs.”

Bucky groaned at your words, his lips finding yours again. His metal hand dips past your bodies and stops right at your clothed core. “So, so filthy.”

You started to push him back down on his bed. His metal hand drawing figure-eights, making it just that much more difficult to walk. He sensed your difficulty and hoisted you up to wrap your legs around his waist, where you felt his hardening bulge.

“You know how to bring me back right?” Bucky asked, breathless, hair in disarray with the way you were tugging on it, helplessly.

You merely nodded and looked at his face for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. You were met with a smug-looking Bucky, nothing of the earlier feelings etched on his face. Instead, his eyes were dark, looking at you in a much harsher way than you’re used to and for a moment, you wondered if he was already activated in Winter Soldier mode.

The first night prompted the start of many others like it. Yes, you loved having sex with Bucky and nothing could ever beat the way he pleasured you. The way he has you withering away underneath him and the way you wake up with a dry throat the following day. He would run you dry, his super-soldier stamina coming in handy, and you loved it.

But sex with the Winter Soldier was something out of the deepest crevices of your dirty mind.

Something about the way it felt with the Winter Soldier was addictive. You found yourself craving it, most especially after a day of leading missions consisting of irresponsible new recruits. You were a born leader. You were bred to be the best of the best but sometimes it was nice to be dominated. And that’s exactly what the Winter Soldier did to you.

He dominated you in every way possible. He would throw you around like you were a toy to him, fucking you senselessly until there was an imprint of where your body once was in his disheveled mattress. He fucked you like there was no tomorrow- the snapping of his hips, the bites he left on your tender neck, and the countless orgasms that he would bring out of you. You didn’t even know your body was capable of coming undone that many times.

If anyone found out the way you two operated, they would kill you both with their bare hands. Not only did you put yourself in danger by triggering Bucky and then pressing yourself as close as humanly possible to him, you also endanger everyone in the compound every time you do. The Winter Soldier was dangerous, you knew that. But you always liked living on the side of danger.

It had been a long day of trying not to shoot the newest recruits when they managed to blow your covers during your mission. They might as well have written, “I’m a spy!” on their forehead and it would’ve been less obvious. Nonetheless, you completed the mission, but it took way longer than you would’ve liked.

Bucky knew what was coming next. He knew how you were feeling with just the way you ignored everyone in the compound when you arrived. The rest of the team, shot knowing looks at the new recruits who limped in behind you, white as a sheet, like the living crap was just kicked from them. You were never one to use violence against people who didn’t deserve it, and although those recruits did deserve to have their asses handed to them, you opted with a good ol’ fashion lecture. You learned it from Cap himself, being the one on the receiving end just a few years back.

Bucky excused himself from the rest of the team and made his way to your room. He heard the water running and the sound of you muttering about how recruits get worse and worse every year. He laughed under his breath, undressing himself to join you inside the shower.

“Y/N,” He murmured, his hand reaching over to slide your shower door open. “I’m coming to join you.”

You just replied with what seemed like an, “Okay.”

Bucky knew it from the way your back was tense under the scalding hot water- which he still had no idea how you enjoy. Your wet hair was sticking against the nape of your neck and the sinful bubbles from your shampoo were cascading down the small of your back, stopping before the curve of your ass. He pressed up against you, rubbing his hard on against your flesh and his metal hand moved found your neck, slightly squeezing it.

“Tough day?” He asked, lips teasing the skin on your jaw. He peppered kissed down your body, stopping at your collarbone to turn you around so you faced him.

“Very.” You whispered, your soft fingers trailing down his arms and down to his abdomen. You traced the outline of his abs, biting your bottom lip when your eyes met the tip of his dick.

“My friend wants to say hi,” Bucky chuckled, darkly. His voice was deeper than usual and his eyes were glued to yours. It always amazed you how he was able to use his words, dripping with seduction and lust, and still managed to look so utterly beautiful. “He hasn’t come out in a while.”

Your hand grazed down to his dick, slowly stroking it from the base until the tip. Bucky’s confident demeanor slowly subsided and he was panting, whimpering, under the mix of your touch and the sensation of the hot water on his skin. Your lips found his chest, leaving animalistic marks of your own. “I missed him too. Shall we bring him out tonight?”

The tip of his tongue poked out the side of his lips, slowly coating his dry lips with a layer of slickness. He looked down at your small hand, wrapped around his length and he let out a broken sigh at the sight. Bucky looked up at you, the facade of innocence enough to drive him over the edge. “Let’s.”

You smirked, slowly increasing the pace of your strokes.

“Желание.”

He shut his eyes, his face twisting in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“Ржавый.”

You kissed down his body, your hand not leaving his hardened length.

“Семнадцать.”

You were on your knees now, a hint of Bucky still resisting to fight the Winter Soldier because he wanted to see you on your knees before he gave up his control.

“Рассвет.”

Your lips wrapped around his length, feeling him moan at the feeling from above you.

“Печь.”

You looked at him under your eyelashes, the mascara you wore being nothing but a messy smudge under your eyes now.

“Девять.“

His hands grabbed your hair, softly. You could feel it was still Bucky you were with, with the way he caressed your head after tugging on it.

“Добросердечный.”

“Y/N,” Bucky moaned, his hips bucking up against your mouth despite how hard he tried not to. “Fuck, baby.”

“Возвращение на Родину.”

You heard the crunching of the metal plates on his arm, the sound of the vibration sending shivers down your spine.

“Один.”

You bobbed your head up and down, your other hand taking care of the parts you couldn’t take in.

“Товарный вагон.”

You felt his demeanor change. His body felt heavier. His hips snapped against your mouth, mercilessly. You felt the tears brimming your eyes, your jaw starting to numb with his force. You choked on his length as it hit the back of your throat, your gagging made him groan at the feeling. You gripped on his thighs, your fingers digging into his flesh.

He continued to fuck your mouth, his metal hand grabbing a handful of hair with every rock of his hips. He took his flesh hand and slapped the side of your cheek, making you look at him. You could tell it was no longer Bucky.

You felt the sticky liquid coating the inside of your mouth. You kept your lips on him until he physically pulled you off him. Once you were faced with him, you saw the empty look in his eye. He looked at you with nothing but lust, a complete 180 from how Bucky looked at you during these intimate moments.

You licked your lips, still tasting him on the surface of your lips. “Welcome, soldat.”

The soldier followed you out the shower, his eyes trailing the every move of your body. He clenched his fist, wanting to wreck you as he watched you sway your hips.

You looked over your shoulder, curling a finger towards him to signal him to come closer. “Come on, soldat. You know your mission.”

He nodded, his arms grabbing you towards him. You gasped when you felt his rough touch, his hips rolling against your back. You let out a small scream when his hand made his way down to your core, spreading the growing wetness around. His teeth nibbled at the exposed skin of your back.

You stumbled back on the bed, allowing yourself to fall captive to the stare of the Winter Soldier. He was propped up on top of you, his forearms holding himself up. He stared at you for a moment, taking in your current state. You looked wrecked. Your lips were puffy and red, your jaw hanging because it was numb, and your eyes looked at him with absolute desperation.

He laughed, his chest rumbling with the sound, “You look so pathetic like this.”

You breathed out, gently lifting your hips to meet his, hoping he’ll get the hint. He pushed down your hips, swiftly. His fingers dug into your hipbone. You knew you would be bruised but God, you did not care about that right now. You just wanted him.

“So desperate for me,” He whispered, head dipping down to quickly peck you on the lips before making his way down to your breasts. He sucked on your left nipple, using a hand to play with the other. “Such a needy slut, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Soldat.”

He let his metal hand make its way down to your aching core. You shivered at the sensation of his hands pleasuring you. He stuck in two fingers unexpectedly, causing you to nearly jump. He didn’t give you time to adjust. He quickly pumped them in and out of you, the sound of his fingers entering you mixing with the sounds that left your lips. He pulled his fingers out and tapped them on your bottom lip. You opened your eyes to look at him while you sucked on his coated fingers.

He flashed you a devilish smile, loving the way your tongue swirled between his two digits as you licked them clean. Once he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, he replaced them with his lips. This kiss was sinful.

Teeth clashing, hands grabbing at anything, everything, and moans being silenced by his hand wrapping around your throat. He silenced you with a simple pinch against your neck. He pushed his hips against yours, the feeling of his tip rubbing your clit nearly making you come undone.

You pulled away, breathless, “Need you.”

He glared at you, taking his hand and wrapping it around his own member. He tapped his tip against your wetness, hissing at the pleasurable feeling. You allowed your legs to open wider for him but he simply just rubbed against your clit, not daring to put it inside. “You get me when I say you get me.”

He gripped both of your wrists in his metal hand, not allowing you to touch him. You groaned, wanting nothing else but to claw down the soldier’s muscular back. You couldn’t do anything else but arch your back off the bed, trying to get him closer to you.

“No,” He snapped, tightening his grip on you. “Do you not listen to what I say?”

You immediately stopped. You gulped, watching his hand slowly move up and down his cock. The slickness of you and his pre-cum made the muscle slick and it shone under the light of your bedroom. You watched hungrily as he picked up the pace. You moaned, wanting it to be your walls to milk him.

“Soldat,” You begged, your voice dripping in desire. “please. Let me.”

He simply smirked, pumping himself until his second release. He groaned, his hand squeezing his member softly and prompted his undoing. White strings of cum oozed out from his tip, landing on your chest. He let go of himself, dragging two fingers on your chest to collect his release.

He was about to wipe it off when he heard you whimper. He cocked an eyebrow, letting go of your now bruised wrists. Your eyes were glued at the white substance staining his fingers. “Want it?”

You nodded, crawling over to him where he extended his two fingers. He watched as you moaned at his taste. It wasn’t long until he was hard again. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you to straighten up and kiss him once more.

His tongue was in your mouth, tasting himself and your own sweetness on your tongue. He palmed your ass, picking you up so you sat right on his lap. His member was poking your entrance, earning a gasp from you. He helped you roll your hips against his, his hands not finding a steady place for him to grip you. His metal hand smacked your ass until it was as bright as a cherry. You groaned upon seeing your reflection in your mirror.

The print of his hand was so prominent, it looked so much like a tattoo. He pushed you off him, turning you around so your back was faced towards him. He faced you towards the same mirror, allowing you to watch him as he took you from the back.

He pushed the small of your back down into the mattress, wanting your ass to be up in the air. Your face was smushed down the sheets, eyes darting to the mirror in front of you. He caught your eye from the mirror. He grabbed your face, forcing you to turn and look at him for a quick second. “Want you to see how good I fuck you. If you look away, I stop. Eyes on me the whole time. Understand?”

You merely nodded, which was a mistake. He slapped your ass again, accompanied by a harsh tug of your hair. “Understand?”

“Yes, soldat.” You gulped. “Understood.”

He let go of your hair, letting your head fall with a thud. He spread your legs some more, pushing down on your back to maintain the perfect arch. He rubbed his tip against your entrance and finally, he entered you.

“God, yes.” You moaned, shutting your eyes for a quick second.

Slap.

“What the fuck did I say?”

“Eyes on you the w-whole time.” You managed to croak out. He continued to push into you, the sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. Along with his hips, he pulled you off him and pushed you back down with every thrust. He was throwing you around like you weighed nothing, your cries of absolute pleasure nearly drowning out the sound of skin slapping.

You felt beads of sweat drip down your back. You watched him in the mirror as he disappeared inside you after every thrust. He was staring at you, lip caught between his teeth. He watched your face contort into pleasure when he hit that spot. He knew what he had to do next after that.

He flipped you over, pulling out of you for a quick second. He found that spot again, hitting it over and over again. He knew that once he hit that spot, you would be coming undone soon. And he loved to see you wither under him.

He continued the same pace, his fingers finding their way down to your core. He rubbed your clit with his metal hand as he thrusted into you, a shrill scream emerging from your lips. He laughed in a sultry manner, increasing his pace.

“Oh-oh-oh,” You moaned out, the rest of the English words suddenly leaving your mind. You forgot every other word you knew, opting to just make sounds to convey your pleasure. His metal hand was vibrating on your clit. The coolness of the metal felt so good against your hot skin.

He continued to fuck you through your first release. Then through your second. And third. His metal hand not slowing down its vibrations and coolness. It was like it had a mind of its own. It played with you like it was loving the way your arousal coated it. You moaned, feeling the sensitivity of your core.

“Soldat, I can’t.”

You knew he wanted to make you cum one more time. But your body was worn out, especially with the way he continued to hit that same spot with the snap of his hips. “You can and you will.”

The sternness in his voice was enough to motivate you. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, you knew he was close. He pulled out of you and sat down. He pulled you on his lap again, this time allowing you to sink down on his dick He turned you both to the side. “Watch us.”

You stared at the way he pulled you off his dick and you watched it as it disappeared into you. The mirror was starting to slowly fog, the room smelling like sex and arousal. You watched him, hair sticking to his forehead and eyebrows furrowed. “Soldat, I’m close.”

“Me too.”

He picked up the pace, breaking his trance from watching you on the mirror and allowed himself to close his eyes. His lips sucked on your nipples, another wave of pleasure making its way down your body. You moaned to release one last time and that did it for him. He spilled inside you, groaning and biting the skin of your shoulder as he filled you with his seed.

He pulled you off him, watching as his cum oozed out of you. You were too tired to do anything but you knew you had to bring Bucky back before the soldier decided to go rogue. You leaned towards your dresser, wincing at the pain of your lower half. You retrieved the injection that Bruce created for Bucky.

The soldier looked at you, chest rising up and down. He knew it was his time to go. You smiled softly at him before jamming the injection in his right thigh. He hissed at the feeling but soon his shoulders slumped down and his breathing pattern changed.

Bucky smiled at you tiredly, wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. “Hopefully that made your day a little better.”

“Mhm,” you mumbled against his lips. “Much.”

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unsettledink · 4 years

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Just a Bite - Kinktober Day 4

Just a Bite

Prompt: Hand Feeding

Word Count: 2341

Summary: It’s not a kink that Peter actually likes it when Tony eats things from his hand! That’s not actually a thing, is it?

(hand feeding, care and feeding of tony, slight dom!Peter?, teasing, hand kink maybe)

It started so simply.

It started because Tony was being an ass.

"Look," Peter says. "I know you're busy, I know you have to finish this, I know it isn't something I can help with much. I get it, Tony."

"Then why are you still here?"

"Because I also know you haven't eaten anything in at least eight hours," Peter snaps. "And— don't even, I know you have not been getting smoothies from Dum-e! Whenever you finally decide you're done here, you're going to be cranky and complain about your headache and your stomach and it's all going to be because you wouldn't fucking eat something."

He slams the plate down in front of Tony and glares. This is so stupid. He doesn't want to be pestering Tony about this, but he doesn't want to keep putting up with these hypoglycemic fits either.

"Can't," Tony says, giving him a sidelong glance, and— is he smirking? Does he think this is funny? "My hands are full."

They are, and they're both covered in something grayish black that looks slick, but—

Peter picks up the sandwich—the stupid sandwich he'd made because it was Tony's favorite kind, that he'd even cut in fourths in hopes he could Tony to eat part of it, like an idiot—and sticks it in front of Tony’s face. "Then aren't you lucky I'm here," he tells Tony.

Tony looks at him again, and hesitates, like he's getting the sense that Peter is not giving up this time. He doesn't even know why Tony does this.

"Eat. The. Damn. Sandwich." Peter hisses, shoving it closer to Tony's mouth.

"I'm doing this under duress," Tony says, but he takes a bite. Even if he rolls his eyes doing so and keeps working, Peter will take it.

They get though the whole sandwich.

Tony's never quite such an ass about it again, but he still doesn't seem to remember that bodies need fuel when he's deep in the middle of something. Peter tries not to make a nuisance of himself, but he keeps at it, keeps bringing Tony food when he can. Tries not to make it too pointed when he takes a break and gets takeout and brings it back with him, because that's more likely to catch Tony's attention.

But sometimes Tony really is elbow deep in something and will be for a while, and when that happens... Peter doesn't mind feeding Tony that much. It's the most reliable method of getting him to eat before he's crankier, and after— after, Peter feels better. Feels like he's accomplished something, however small.

Feels like he's done something good for Tony, even taken care of him, sort of.

It becomes a habit.

Tony makes a bit of a joke of it sometimes, demanding that Peter feed him whatever is there even if he really could do it himself, when he isn't that messy or that involved. "It just tastes better that way," Tony tells him smugly, batting his eyelashes outrageously.

"You just like being spoiled," Peter says, and doesn't really think about the way Tony almost startles at that until much later.

When Tony doesn't need Peter to feed him, when he has that extra time and that extra attention span, he sort of... makes a thing out of it. Peter doesn't know quite how to explain it, how to point out just what is different, but it is. It's something about the way Tony looks at him when he's taking a bite from Peter's fingers. Something about the way he ducks his head a little more as he does so, the way his lips brush against Peter's fingers more often, maybe even the way he'll sometimes lick Peter, quick and teasing, grinning when Peter makes a face at him.

It's something, and Peter isn't quite sure when this slid into a thing that creeps into his fantasies. Doesn't know quite what to do the first time he finishes feeding Tony a couple handfuls of some gross looking organic superfood trail mix stuff and realizes he's at least half hard.

Ignoring it seems like an option.

The problem is, it’s a habit.

Habit means Peter doesn't always think about it, about the fact that if he has food and he wants to be sure Tony will eat some, he'll at least attempt to feed Tony a bit. Habit means it isn’t restricted to the workshop anymore, not once he'd discovered it's just as effective when Tony's about to head off without anything more than several cups of coffee in him.

Habit means that when he curls up next to Tony on the sofa with his book, Peter doesn't even notice that he's offered Tony one of his cookies, despite the fact that Tony's eaten recently. Doesn't even notice that he doesn't let go when Tony goes to take it. Doesn't even notice when Tony lets him keep hold and takes delicate little bites instead, not until Tony's down to his fingers, lips soft against them, and Peter's getting hard again.

"Peter."

"Mmm?"

"Were you planning on telling me at some point?" Tony says, and he sounds amused.

"Um," Peter says, looking up. "Tell you what?"

"That this whole 'you have to eat more' thing is a cover for your little hand feeding kink."

Peter stares at him. "What?" he says, and it comes out in almost a squeak.

"Did you think I wouldn't notice?" Tony says, and slips his hand down to Peter's lap, pressing it against Peter's dick. Making it really obvious that yeah, he is hard, out of nowhere over nothing.

"I don't— what?" Peter says. "I'm not— there's nothing to notice? I mean..." He hesitates when Tony keeps staring at him, eyebrow raised. "Is that actually a thing?"

Tony tilts his head. "What, a hand feeding kink? Sure. I don't think it's that popular of one, but plenty of people like it." He reaches out and catches Peter's chin, turning Peter's face towards him. "Wait, you really didn't know?"

"I just thought— I don't know," Peter mumbles. "Like, I'm a teenager so I get hard at anything? Or maybe I just really like your lips, like, uh, oral fixation, right? How was I supposed to know feeding you is a kinky thing?"

"It doesn’t have to be," Tony says, watching him. “But you do like it?” and Peter can feel how he's starting blush.

"I— I guess so," Peter says and it's a little embarrassing to admit. It's pretty weird, right?

Tony rubs his thumb against Peter's bottom lip, soft. "Hmm," he says. "Something to think about."

Peter's not entirely sure he wants Tony to think about it. Or that he wants to think about it himself either.

Ignoring it turns out not to be an option, because Tony is really bad at ignoring things unless he wants to.

Peter knows this. He knows that if he really didn't want Tony to think about this whole food thing, he should have said so; Tony probably wouldn't have stopped thinking about it, but maybe he wouldn't have done anything. Like show up with a plate full of stuff and shove it at Peter.

"I'm hungry," he says. "And also I want to try something."

"Um, okay?" Peter says, taking it from him. It's all little stuff, or things cut up small, and he has a bad feeling about this.

Tony pauses. Leans down and tilts Peter's face up and kisses him, soft and sweet. "Something I think you'll enjoy," Tony says, "and hey, if you don't? It's no big deal."

"Alright," Peter says, a tiny bit less nervous. Tony's 'I want to try something's can be strange, but he has a pretty good track record of being right about finding things Peter will like.

He's still a little wary when Tony grabs a pillow and drops it in front of Peter and kneels on it, looking up at him. Tucks his hands behind his back and does— something, with his body that makes him look— not smaller, not scared; fuck, Peter doesn't know what it is, but it's soft. When Tony looks at him, it's that really focused intent gaze, the one where something is holding his full—his actual full—attention. And right now, Peter’s that something.

“You can spoil me a little,” Tony says, quieter, and he looks— almost nervous?

Peter picks up a cube of cheese and offers it Tony.

He doesn't know how he's ever going to be able to feed Tony anything after this without instantly getting hard, because the way Tony takes things from him this time makes it dirty. It's not, not really; it's soft and sweet and a little soothing, but it still feels completely indecent.

Every bite has Tony's lips touching his fingers, brushing against them, kissing them. He presses forward when he takes something and lets Peter's fingers slip just inside his mouth, caught between his lips. Caught gently between his teeth sometimes, Tony leaning in and catching him before he can reach for the next bite, looking up at Peter through his eyelashes and Peter can't do anything but stare at him, trapped.

Tony licks at his fingers, even when there's no reason too, nothing left behind to clean up. Just presses his tongue against them, hot and soft, this teasing touch that makes Peter shiver, makes him want to slide his fingers into Tony's mouth and have Tony's tongue all over them. He doesn't, but he does run his fingers over Tony's lips, pressing gently at them, his thumb following the line of Tony's chin; Tony lets him, his eyes dark, and then presses his face into Peter's palm, nuzzling at him, his breath hot against Peter's hand.

They fall into that pattern, Tony mouthing at Peter's hand every few bites, soft and gentle and slowly getting more obscene, starting to lick between Peter's fingers, to nip at his skin and suck the tips of Peter's fingers into his mouth. There's some part of Peter's head that's almost angry at how much this is turning him on, how it's possible for these little touches of Tony's, to nothing more than his hand, have him so painfully hard. How watching Tony take another bite from his fingers, delicately, watching Peter the whole time, has him wanting to shove Tony down and kiss him until he can't breathe, for starters; he doesn't, because however weird it is, this is really working for him. He can't look away, can't stop how he's slowly been leaning forward, how it's drawing him up, tense, like he's just waiting for Tony to do something, for something to snap, breathing heavily like Tony is actually doing something to him besides kiss his palm and set his teeth against Peter's thumb and ask, with a little tilt of his head and a tongue darting out to wet his lips, for more, without a single word.

Tony is evil, because the last thing on the plate, the thing Peter's been avoiding a little, is a bowl of apple slices, half covered in caramel sauce. Peter stares at it, thinking of the way it might drip, the way the caramel might slide down his fingers and the way Tony might lick it up, and the next breath he takes is harsh, shaking. Tony doesn't say anything, but when Peter looks back to him, his mouth is already open, wanting.

It does drip down into the palm of his hand, the caramel slowly oozing down his fingers as Tony takes tiny, tiny bites, prolonging it, and Tony does lick it, his tongue flat against Peter's skin, rasping softly as it laps every drop up. Soft, as Tony sticks it between Peter's fingers, curls it around them as he goes after every last bit.

There are half a dozen of the things.

Each one is torture, and each one Peter wants to toss the rest aside and haul Tony up, and each one he manages not to, but his heart is pounding away in his chest. Tony's risen up on his knees, out of his settled position from earlier, edging closer and closer to Peter, his torso pressed up against Peter's knees, and Peter can feel that Tony's at least as hard as he is. Is breathing faster too, his arms tensing every now and then like he wants to pulls his hands out from behind his back and touch Peter, make him do something.

Tony takes the last bite, licks up the last drip from Peter's skin and there's a moment, a moment where Peter almost gives in, almost grabs at Tony. But— but there's still just a little sauce, stuck inside the bowl.

Tony groans softly when he sees what Peter is doing, running his finger along the side of the bowl. "Peter," he whispers, the first thing he's said since he knelt.

"Shh," Peter says, and this time he doesn't wait for Tony to lick him, pressing his fingers into Tony's mouth instead and leaving caramel sauce on his lips, Tony's tongue working around Peter's fingers. Peter wiggles them, strokes over the softness of Tony's mouth and can't help himself from pressing them in further, from slipping another in and watching Tony's eyes flutter closed, watching him suck on Peter's fingers, bobbing his head like he's sucking Peter's cock instead.

His fingers slide out of Tony's mouth with a pop, Tony's lips wet, shiny, and Peter half falls forward, grabbing Tony's hair and finally putting his mouth on Tony's, kissing him hard and open, messy, tasting caramel. Tony moans into his mouth, sliding in easily between Peter's legs when he parts them, and somehow— somehow, as good as Tony's mouth is on his cock, as fast as Peter comes down his throat before he yanks Tony up and sticks his hand down Tony's pants and listens to Tony muffle his noises against Peter's neck— somehow, it all still doesn't quite compare.

If this counts as spoiling Tony a little, Peter wants to spoil him rotten.

AO3

#starker #ironspider #tony x peter #peter x tony #tony stark x peter parker #hand feeding #dom!peter #peter was not prepared for this #to be fair neither was tony #kinktober #my work #fanfiction

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jstlikemagic · 4 years

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nsfw alphabet: jeff wittek

hiya everyone! so someone had asked if i could go in-depth on my bdsm breakdown of jeff but i had already gone through the acronym. SO! i remembered that the nsfw alphabet existed and thought it’d be put to great use on this blog. please reblog or like if you enjoyed! :)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jeff is definitely very caring after sex. if he knew he pushed you and went a little too rough on you, i could 100% see him getting an ice pack for your welts or putting some cream on them just to make sure you’re okay. i also feel like after sex, he would check in to see if you enjoyed yourself because he believes he has to have a top performance. imagine he went to rough on you and you were having trouble walking, so he picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom to make sure you pee (no uti’s in this bitch) and to make sure you’re cared for. then he’d carry you back to bed and tuck you in:,)

b = body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

i believe jeff is an ass guy. some may debate on this BUT even if you don’t have the thiccest of the thiccy, he would love it regardless. with or without the sex, he seems like the type to always have his hands on your ass no matter what. doing dishes? his hands smack your ass. y’all are kissing? his hands are on your ass. if you’re riding him, he would most definitely guide you with his hands on your probably already bright red cheeks. / if you wanna read a little bit more about this, read my bdsm breakdown!

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he’d def want to finish on your ass or all over your tits. if he’s fucking you doggystyle and is about to come, he’d pull out and release his cum all over your ass. if he was finishing while y’all were in missionary, he’d instruct you to sit up on your knees and push your tits together. you’d put your tongue out just to see if you’d get a little taste of his cum and he’d jack himself off and aim at your tits.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

sometimes he’d like to pick fights with you because he knew the makeup sex would be BOMB AF. or even if y’all didn’t make up, the angry sex would be so rough and fulfilling. he’d love to have the chance to wrap his hand around your throat or manhandle you but you didn’t mind it at all because it was CONSENSUAL and you knew he wouldn’t push the boundary.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i’d say he’s very experienced. he lost his virginity at the age of 12 so he’s had about 18 years of practice. plus his last girlfriend is spicy as hell so i wouldn’t surprised if they fucked all the time or had $picy sex :)

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

not really. not to say y’all would never be goofy but i’ve always thought that like if something went wrong during sex, you would laugh it off and he’d get embarrassed. imagine you and the vlog squad are taking a trip in an rv. so you and jeff are trying to get it on in the bunks, i could 100% see him fucking hit his head off the top bunk and you’re just laughing his ass off and he keeps on saying that it isn’t funny and to shut the fuck up lol

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he is 100% a ken doll down there. he cares a lot about his image so i’m sure he’s well maintained under there.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

“as far as making love, i can see him as extremely passionate but soft at the same time? like i feel like he would be soft in the way of talking to you. like i can imagine him gassing you up and just calling you beautiful and telling you how much he loves your certain features. like he’d just be a complete softie! his strokes would 100% send it home and he’d probably be gripping the headboard while thrusting into you passionately.“ (taken from one of my blurbs)

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

if you went on a business trip or a vacation, he is def relying on his hand. if you’re around, i can’t see him doing it often. maybe you had somewhere to be and he caught a glimpse of you and got horny. so while you’re gone, he decides to masturbate and you realize that you left something. so you walk back to the apartment and nerf comes tapping to you. hearing moans coming from the bedroom, you turn to nerf and say ”hey nerf, what is daddy doing?” you inch closer to the door and the moans become more prominent. slowly opening the door, you’re met with a naked jeff, abs well defined, and his hair sticking to his forehead due to all the sweat. “woah woah woah, y/n, what are ya doin’?” he’d panic. getting all shy, you’d tell him to continue and pretend you’re not even there as you search for the item you left behind lol

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

“some kinks that i see jeff would have are: double penetration, dirty talk/degradation, and candle wax play. when it comes to double penetration, i don’t mean in the typical way of two people filling both holes. i don’t think jeff would want to share his partner so i envision more of his partner (who has a vagina) wearing a butt plug while he fucks his partner’s vagina. another kink we can explore is dirty talk with degradation. just like david, i can see him saying stuff like ‘can you take daddy’s cock like a good girl?’ (hehe daddy kink) and ‘do you like it when daddy fills your holes like the slut you are?’ dirty stuff like that ya kno?“ (taken from one of my blurbs)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

it depends. if y’all are at a hotel for example (like the one in miami), it’s the balcony. i could see him fucking you from behind while pulling your hair and nipping at your neck. if it’s a casual day in the life; the bed, the couch, or maybe even the barber chair? when i think about having sex in the chair, i think of his partner first giving him head while he’s sitting in the chair, then transitioning to riding him in the chair, and maybe you’re holding onto the arms of the check and fucks you from the back. :,)

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

what turns jeff on? every part of your being. as corny as it sounds, he seems like you could just make a funny joke and everyone laughing would turn him on????? that maybe sounds weird but he’d be so into you that something as simple as that could get him going. also when he catches you dancing at a party and just exuding confidence all over the place!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

probably roleplay and every that’s too taboo. i could see him not enjoying roleplay because he’d think it’s “too cheesy”

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

i believe he prefers to receive other than give. and no one come for my neck for saying that. it doesn’t make him selfish because his stroke games seems a1.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

it depends. if y’all are making love, it’s slow and sensual. if it’s a hookup or just fucking, y’all are going fast and rough. (here’s a blurb where i talk about both of these)

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

they wouldn’t happen often but if you did it, it was in a public place. i can totally see jeff and his partner hooking up really quick in david’s bathroom during a party because y’all literally couldn’t wait till y’all got home. other than that, i feel like he really wouldn’t like to rushed so quickies didn’t happy as often as with someone like david.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think he’s down to experiment but it depends. i don’t see him as OUTRAGEOUSLY kinky but say one night you’re like “hey wanna try anal?” he might be hesitant at first but try it after you beg him. i feel like if it’s what his partner wants, he’ll do it because he’s a sucker for them.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he’s a pretty healthy guy so i’d say three rounds TOPS. and as far as how long does he last? i’d say 30-45 minutes!

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

the only toy i could envision him wanting to try on you is a butt plug. due to the fact i’ve stated that i think he’s an ass guy, i think he would go nuts to see his princess with a pink and glitter butt plug in all its glory. :,)

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

i don’t think he’s into teasing that much during sex. i think he’s clear, concise and to the point. however, i believe he’d be the biggest tease before sex. like imagine sitting on his lap in david’s tesla after leaving the club. and his hands are just stroking the inner part of thighs and he’d lean into your ear and say something like “can’t wait till we get home mmmm-” and then kiss your neck

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s definitely loud. matt king said he was loud when he masturbates and i believe it. i feel like he has more breathy moans and low moans???? definitely a grunter as well

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he’s definitely against threesomes with a male partner. he may be willing to share you with a female friend but i could see him still getting jealous over sharing you. if there was a threesome with you and another woman, he would be the one to dictate the situation. like telling you two to kiss and or feel each other’s tits or get the other woman off.

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

this has been a topic of discussion many of times on my blog but i’ve come to the conclusion; he may not be thick but he’s long.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he definitely has a high sex drive. y’all remember that jeff’s barbershop episode when matt said he could hear jeff masturbate a lot? joke or not, i believe it. due to his flirty nature as well, i could see him definitely down to fuck 24/7.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like he would knock tf out. this guy gets up early in the morning and powers throughout the day so if y’all have sex late at night, he’s knocked. but if it’s early in the mornings, that’s just one way for him to start the day. he would probably lay in bed for like 30 minutes then take a shower and start his day.

#jeff wittek smut #jeff wittex imagines #jeff wittek blurbs #jeff wittek x reader #vlog squad smut #vlog squad imagines #vlog squad blurbs

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leomitchellart · 4 years

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So… about this latest Inktober controversy….

Time to begrudgingly chuck in my two penneth… (Remeber you can always press “J” to skip this post altogether)

As most of you may or may not know, Alphonso Dunn released a Youtube video wherein he publicly accused Jake Parker, and creator of the Inktober challenge, of plagiarising his book. Both of these men are public figures, artists specialising in pen & ink. In the video Dunn looks at the preview pages and flip through footage of Parker’s “Inktober All Year Round” and says they draw many similarities in the illustrations, language and layout that he used in his own book, “Pen & Ink Drawing”. Parker’s book was set to this month. Hense why Dunn only used footage and not a physical copy.

Since the video’s release, the art community has been very spilt down the middle. The book’s publisher has halted the launch of Parker’s book until the matter can be investigated. Even DeviantArt cancelled their own Inktober event thing (I’ll admit I don’t keep up with these things DA keeps doing). Parker has since released a statement in the matter. Now it’s up to the courts to decide what’s happening next. The video itself is an hour long, but it’s crucial to see it yourself.

People are, understandably, outraged after seeing it. This seems like a shitty thing to rip-off Dunn - not to mention stupid. Since Dunn is the more popular pen & ink artist with more social media followers and name recognition. Many have called to boycott inktober and condemn Parker. I’ll admit, I was right alongside them at first, at least for feeling outraged. The similarities are there. But if YMS’s Kimba video has taught me anything, it’s that, even if an accusation of plagiarism may be obvious at a cursory glance, sometimes it’s important to take a more critical eye and do more research to learn that things aren’t as cut and dry as they first seem. If there’s a lesson I can take away from the internet as a whole, it’s that no one thinks about the consequences of mob mentality.

The most common defence of Parker is that because they’re both books about pen and ink drawing, then they’re inevitably going to be similar. I’ll admit that, when you pick-up so many art books, a lot of them will cover the same basic grounds of materials, tutorials, strokes, techniques etc. The parts about rendering textures on spheres and cubes isnt new. Look up “texture study” and you’ll see so many examples of artists rendering these kinds of things digitally. I’ve also noticed a common theme of people more formally educated in art pointing out how none of these are original. Everything down to the steps and illustrations are things they’ve learned from years ago. Since I'm a pen & ink artist, inspired by my love of comics, I have quite a few books about inking: Dunn’s included. I own both his books and still highly recommend them. I didn't even preorder Parker’s book. Ironically because I didn't think it could offer anything new that my other books hadn’t already.

While Ethan Becker took the time to cross-examine Dunn and Parker’s books with several others, there weren’t many of the ones I actually owned. So I looked to my shelves to see what I could find. Books like:

“The Art of Comic Book Inking” by Gary Martin & Steve Rude

“How Comics Work” by Dave Gibbons & Tim Pilcher

“The DC Comics guide to Inking Comics” by Klaus Janson

“Making Comics” by Scott McCloud

“Stan Lee’s How to Draw Comics”

I’m sure there’s plenty more examples out there. I was planning to go through all of these and take pictures. But ultimately that’s not the core point of these post. Plus it would’ve taken WAY too long and this post itself, is long enough.

Of course, none of the them are 100% close to Dunn’s in the way they’re displayed. Not as close as Parker’s could be considered. That being said, I know Dunn is trying to claim that he invented these techniques. The nucleus of the issue is how similar they are in terms of order and how these pages are displayed. Some I can chock-up to standard practice, while others seem more coincidental.

If there’s one thing I’m adamant about, it’s that I think that Dunn should’ve messaged Parker first before making the accusation public. Some try to dispute that this would've made it easier for Dunn to be “silenced”, whatever that means; but that sounds a bit conspiratorial to me. Ideally, you confront him about it in private, if he makes any threats or blows you off, get your lawyer on the phone and then make the video. Not only is it the more civil thing to do - but it’s the smarter thing to do. This is a serious legal matter, not just internet drama. While I’m sure Dunn had no intention of tearing Parker down or getting a mob onto him, that’s unfortunately what’s happened. A backlash both from the general artisan community and several companies. Wherein it was left to Parker himself to make this an official legal matter. If Parker’s found not guilty, then this could easily leave the gate open for him to sue Dunn for damages, loss of revenue, defamation of character or whatever else, should he see fit. As could the publishers, given how this affected their sales. Companies responded to the accusation of the video alone, before an investigation could be launched. Sure, it wouldn't be “acting the bigger man” but he’d be well within his right to do it. Dunn showed that Jake has mentioned him before, shown admiration for his career and referenced him in other posts. If it comes to light in court, that Dunn is even cited as an inspiration or source in the book itself, then it’s case closed.

Then there’s the other possibility that Parker might not have done this on his own, but that he has a team behind the book. If that’s the case, the most I can accuse Parker of is being a hack. I worry Dunn has kneecapped himself for just how badly he’s handled this situation. Made worse by him not having an actual physical copy to assess and just had footage of preview pages to go on. So far, the circumstances don’t seem on his favour.

I don’t think ill of Dunn. I do think he believes he’s been wronged and no malice in his intentions. I just think he’s made some critical errors on how to handled this. As for Parker himself, I couldn't give a donkey’s doo-dah about him. I’m sure you could accuse me of playing devil’s advocate earlier, but to me, he was the guy who released the annual prompt list. If it really does turn out that he’s a plagiarist and had malicious intent, then fuck ‘im. I never regarded him as an inspiration of mine or paid much attention to him outside of that. It was the community that made Inktober what it is. I’ve never met Parker. Maybe he’s a cool guy? Maybe he’s a bellend? I don’t know.

Granted this isn't the first time Parker has proved himself to be a controversial figure: - Last year people were upset about him trademarking (not copywriting, as many have erroneously claimed) the word “Inktober” and some artists were stopped from selling their related work or zines. Parker would issue a statement: claiming the takedowns were a mistake of “overzealous lawyers” and it’s just a matter of the logo being trademarked. People can sell their Inktober works and even mention they are Inktober-related. Just not use the official logo. On the one hand, from a business standpoint, I get it. It’s the bare minimum you need to do to protect your IP, especially when you have a store. BUT, like most people, I don’t like how, what’s intended as a community challenge, has slowly become more of a brand associated with one man. Hardly a surprise it left a bad taste in so many people’s mouths. But, since it doesn't actually effect anyone’s ability to take part in the challenge, outside of personal principle, I went ahead with it the previous year.

- The year before, when asked if one can do Inktober digitally, Parker said the following:

I know some are still bitter about that, but speaking as someone who inks traditionally and digitally, this came across as needless whinging and blowing things out of proportion. Claiming that Jake had derided digital artists and said they were invalid etc etc. Take it from me, challenging yourself to try out different methods to ink traditionally can greatly improve the work you do digitally. It’s like how learning traditional fundamentals of art can still be applied to digital. Plus he never said “No.” he just gave valid reasons about how it makes it a different experience. That said, if you’re someone who can’t afford any kind of inking equipment or pens and only have a selected application to draw on - then none of this applies to you. Just the aforementioned few who took it upon themselves to get angry over nothing. Recently I’ve heard from subscribers of his newsletter that he’s now embraced the idea of people doing inktober digitally, to the point of selling digital brushes for inktober. I’m sure some will call this “backsliding” or “money grubbing” because people aren’t allowed to change their minds or update their statements.

For weeks I’ve been torn on what to do, not being able to solidify one stance over another. One minute I thought #JusticeForAlphonsoDunn then I wonder “Wait maybe I should look again?” to “But wait, those are way too similar!” Having splinters in my arse from sitting on the fence for so long. The longer this went on, however, I began to realise that I can’t take one stance over another. This case is far too muddy and complicated. I don’t have enough sufficient knowledge or evidence. Nor do any of you. We literally only have Dunn’s video to go on. While it’s a good start, it’s not enough to be taken 100% as gospel when it’s the only thing to hand.

As previously mentioned, a lot of artists have decided to not take part in Inktober at all, or follow different prompt lists. That’s completely fine. A lot of them are based around a specific theme: halloween, kinky stuff, bears, transformers, OCs, Disney or whatever. That has massive appeal. I just can’d do it myself. I prefer the focus on random words, rather than all centred on a single subject; allowing me to be creative with my ideas and execution. I actually did try to make a list of my own random words. Problem is, I worried that because I was choosing my own, I might be subconsciously bias towards certain prompts and not truly challenging myself. Even narrowing down my options was taking too long. In the end…. I’ve decided to just do the official prompts again this year.

For me, that’s what it ultimately came down to. TIME. It’s the middle of September. I can’t afford to wait for the court case to be settled. No other prominent artists I respect have released their own prompt lists. I know there’s been some shitty people who are condemning this choice. Attacking others, accusing them of supporting plagiarism, looking to block anyone who does the official prompts. Even trying to make this a racial issue. Just…. no.

If someone doesn’t want to take part in Inktober, that’s fine. If someone wants to do the official prompts, that’s fine. If someone wants to do their own prompts, that’s fine.

Don’t go around aggressively making snap judgements or accusing people of taking a side. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable. This has been a shit year, let people enjoy something.

If you look at this situation and it makes you feel angry, and you don’t feel comfortable in taking part in a challenge because of it’s creator. I get that, I literally get that. It’s why I haven't done Mermay. And please don’t mention Pinktober, I’m aware of it, but given his insta video on the subject and the things he said, I quickly came to the conclusion that I can’t take this person seriously. I’m sure this might make me seem hypocritical, but how this differs, if only for me, is the sheer amount Inktober means to me. It’s more than a simple challenge. Inktober's the one thing I’ve been most excited about all year. As it was ruined for me in 2019, when I lost my home and I didn't get to complete every prompt. (Long story, I’m okay now). As we all know, 2020, has been an AWFUL year. We’ve got to take whatever joy we can. As I’ve looked longer at the official prompts, I found ideas I’m really excited for.

Once I started to really dedicate myself to it, it became a massive event. I hype myself up as I prepare for the busy month. Buy in supplies, clean the house and workspace, cook and freeze meals in bulk to save time, printing off a sheet that allows me to jot down ideas as I plan ahead. Then once it’s done, after so much work, it makes the reward all the sweeter: Ordering a takeaway, celebrating a great halloween night and still rocking those vibes throughout November. Feeling proud of myself for doing it and seeing myself improve my technique, discipline and earning a few lie-ins to make up for the sleep I lost working. I’m like a kid waiting for Christmas. That said, don’t think that there’s something wrong with you when you understandably can’t dedicate that amount time for a simple art challenge. If anything that’s plenty of reason to why you’re smarter than me. You have a life and don’t push yourself too much.

Now, I need to crack on with the preparations. If you want to boycott Jake Parker, just not buying any of his products should be enough. Doing the inktober challenge doesn't bring attention to him, as I doubt most people even know him as the creator, nor does it even line his pockets. I just hate how cancel culture can do such serious damage like this and then try and put pressure on others to act accordingly without even doing any research themselves.

As long as you’re not harassing anybody. Just do what YOU want to do. That’s fine.

#Inktober #Inktober 2020 #My two penneth #Jake Parker #alphonso dunn

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