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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month

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Honestly why even bother making Jason afrolatino if you're not gonna write him as he is in canon when that's what actually'd make him work good rep for us.What i mean by this is

His ego is huge,he's super tough and an edgelord,has anger issues and brutal ass tactics and is a morally gray vigilante but he's ALSO a huge woman respecter to the point he thinks they're better than men,is extremely kind with a huge soft side and his exterior attitude and Red Hood are trauma responses that're framed as valid on his end so he's not the 'Scary Black Man' stereotype and with the exception of the vigilante part this is actually a pretty common personality type for irl black men-Important note that i don't fall under the attitude but i AM a black man(and woman)

He's been a huge nerd since he's debut in both meanings of it-He's a genius who was a star student in school and loves classical literature,theater and speaking articulately and poetically but just happens not to 24/7 since he's a comic book character,not a Shakespearen one

And his soft sunshine boy with hidden depths Robin self is a critical part of making him as black latino work-You can't go with the retcon of him as a mini thug because it's extremely dangerous stereotyping

Duke as his favorite brother-It's erasure with white gringo Jason but even worse and just stupid because both of them being black would it EVEN BETTER writing they're eachother's number one Batboy pick.Ain't no nigga picking Tim when the only other black guy in the factor is Right There and fuck ya aus,keep Jason white in them and leave afrolatino Jason out of your mess

He hasn't expressed a particular preference for girls he likes but HAS for the ones he dosen't and it's preppy perfect judgemental ones who try to 'tame' him so rip all y'all's white X Readers LMFAO.Worth noting that his canon girlfriends have been a half cambodian tomboy(Rose),an edgyptian butch(Artemis)and a darkskin black woman(Dana)and that he's actively rejected a white blonde girl on the basis of her being too normal(Isabel)and Kory post deblackification so i think it's obvious where his tastes lie

You CANNOT make him and Roy or Batcest a thing-I don't think i need to explain why pairing up a white man who knew an afrolatino since he was 14 and him grown with a daughter and putting him in incest is violently antiblack

Poverty is not inherently bad in black or latino characters and there was a point in canon where it was used as simply an element in Jason's story instead of demonization so use that edition.But making him a drunkard,a smoker or a sex fiend is 100% perpetuating stereotypes and he's canonically the opposite of all three so again,sometimes things that are canon are better

Him being tall and super jacked and intimidating looking can actually enchance it-He uses it to his advantage to get people he dosen't like to fuck off because they buy into the propaganda and gives him more deepness with the rest of his personality

This includes him being a real gamer and his neapolitan food addiction and your headcanons on his other tastes should follow their lead-His favorite characters should be black and latino ones(His favorite Marvel hero is Miles Morales,it's canon to ME),he should listen to black and latino artists,he should eat black and latino food and know how to make it for that matter,etc

Back to a Duke situation-You also can't make a white woman instead of Talia his adoptive mom for obvious reasons and imo if you're gonna make him and Stephanie besties,she should be black too for that black best friends and found siblings rep(She works as a black woman as much as he does a black man and i'll make a manifesto of that like i did him if asked).This applies to the Team Dad Jason take too in the sense that he should mentoring Damian and Nell and Tiffany since they're Batgirls instead of white kids

In summary what i'm trying to say is:If you're going to see Jason as an afrolatino man,you need to go beyond just the aesthetic and little bits you feel like including because you think they're appealing and actually write him as an afrolatino man,as Jason Todd and not some random guy

@nogender-onlystars @willieoo @mayameanderings @desi-pluto @insomniac-jay @vulnonapixes-dc-corner

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faintingheroine · 4 months

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Feminist Wuthering Heights criticism often proclaims that Catherine is a tomboy restricted by gender expectations and she identifies with Heathcliff partially because he is allowed to be mischievous as a boy.

But is that true? Edgar Linton and Linton Heathcliff’s tameness for example is certainly considered effeminate, but is there a corresponding instance of Catherine’s mischievous nature being considered masculine? I am not sure.

Is her naughtiness gendered?

“Certainly she had ways with her such as I never saw a child take up before; and she put all of us past our patience fifty times and oftener in a day: from the hour she came downstairs till the hour she went to bed, we had not a minute’s security that she wouldn’t be in mischief. Her spirits were always at high-water mark, her tongue always going—singing, laughing, and plaguing everybody who would not do the same. A wild, wicked slip she was—but she had the bonniest eye, the sweetest smile, and lightest foot in the parish: and, after all, I believe she meant no harm; for when once she made you cry in good earnest, it seldom happened that she would not keep you company, and oblige you to be quiet that you might comfort her. She was much too fond of Heathcliff. The greatest punishment we could invent for her was to keep her separate from him: yet she got chided more than any of us on his account. In play, she liked exceedingly to act the little mistress; using her hands freely, and commanding her companions: she did so to me, but I would not bear slapping and ordering; and so I let her know.”

(Chapter 5)

She seems as feminine as she is tomboyish in the ways she is being mischievous.

I guess we can say that Mr. Earnshaw’s wish for her to be “a good lass” is gendered (but then he is disappointed with Hindley too, but he is by his own admission even more disappointed with Cathy). Her father likes Catherine when she is sick and therefore silent, and considers her “a good lass” only then. That certainly seems gendered and supports the above feminist reading. And I think I would call Catherine’s ways “tomboyish” by the standards of her time?

I think my objection is to the idea that Heathcliff is allowed to be mischievous because he is a boy. Heathcliff and Catherine cause trouble together yes but I don’t get the impression that child Heathcliff was ever as mischievous as Catherine, I am actually certain that he wasn’t. Catherine and Hindley were dreadful to their caretaker Nelly while going through measles while Heathcliff was silent and patient and grateful. (But then I remember Heathcliff suggesting Cathy to run away together to the moors with the dairy woman’s cloak in Cathy’s journal, hmm).

Catherine and Heathcliff do not have the same personality. Heathcliff as a boy does swear and fantasize about violent things but he is neither as petulant nor as loud and joyful and impulsive as Cathy is. They are not the same sort of person at all despite the most famous quote from the book. I guess it can be said that their core shares an affinity, but their outward personalities are certainly very different from each other and that is so even when they are small children, even before they are properly socialized into their gender and class roles. Any reading that considers Heathcliff to be a gender-bent double of Catherine is nonsense. Yes the people around them don’t treat them the same but gender is not the only factor: Personality, demeanor, class and race are factors too. I mean Heathcliff even says “she was a young lady, and they made a distinction between her treatment and mine” - and I don’t think the “lady” here is an emphasis on gender.

@princesssarisa @vickythestrange @artemideaddams @dahlia-coccinea @longagoitwastuesday

#wuthering heights #catherine earnshaw #heathcliff #mr. earnshaw

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self-loving-vampire · 9 months

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Just like how I don't like the essentialism and pro-conformity themes mentioned in that one post about "tomboy taming" I also strongly dislike the way in which humanity in fiction typically functions.

Where if a character tries to become non-human deliberately it is a bad and evil thing, if a non-human character is sufficiently virtuous they are either treated as a honorary human or even outright turned into a human literally, and just... generally the way so many monstrous characters want to be human so bad to begin with rather than having their differences from humanity respected.

I don't like how "human" is positioned as basically the one and only good way to be and having any kind of compassion or emotional depth is equated to "being more human".

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limeade-l3sbian · 1 year

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I won't exaggerate and say I've seen it anywhere else other than tiktok, but to be fair, that and tumblr are as close as I get to social media so the conversation may exist on other platforms and I'm just not aware.

But there has been the constant joke towards black women (I know, shocking) that all black women justify having short hair by saying "my mom left the relaxer in too long when I was a kid" or "my mom was rough on my hair", "my mom burned my hair". And generally, there is a roll of the eyes as if to say "sure, THAT'S why you have short hair."

But like, yeah. It actually is.

The natural hair movement wasn't as prominent as it is now. When I was growing up, you HAD to press/relax your hair for picture day, or teachers would genuinely wonder if you had forgotten it was picture day. Natural hair was thought of as something to be tamed and pinned down. My dad and his mother used to pressure me constantly to get braids because they hate(d) my natural hair. My mom, bless her, never left the house without a wig and pressed my hair. I never once asked for my hair to be relaxed or pressed. Ever. I didn't like it flat and as a tomboy, I couldn't do as much with it bc I was told not to mess up my hair.

My mom very much relaxed my hair. And she left it in too long. It's a common story being told because it actually happened very easily and fucked up your hair so bad that you literally ended up with damaged hair that you could either try to make the best of, "shamefully" hide under wigs, or, like a lot of us, you (or your mom) cut it and you started all over.

And it's unfortunate because these jokes came almost entirely from other black women or mixed women who had assumed superiority in the context of hair. I know it's why I go so hard for my natural hair and other women. Why I convinced my mom to start loving her hair. Black women are the only women taught to be ashamed of their hair, no matter what we do. And most days I leave the house with messy hair look just to stick it to every mf who made me think I was unlucky to have such expressive hair that they thought was okay to try and press down and relax.

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princesssarisa · 7 months

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#little women #jo march #louisa may alcott #poll #character arc #feminism

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princesscolumbia · 2 months

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Fission - Chapter 14

Neutrino Release - Part 1: It’s Not That Kind of Power Suit -or- You Could Fertilize All of Japan With That Speech

Summary:

Ranma and Co. get their next assignment, investigate a press conference for a new airship. Nabiki gets closer to uncovering Retribution with the help of some friends in the magical girl community. Ami ponders the implications of a new group of Senshi.

Notes:

I'll add a skin to make the first part look like 90's era forum posts when I have more spoons to do so, I swear!

When I first envisioned this fic, it was MUCH different than what I opted to write now that I've gotten here. The story beats are the same ([spoiler] and [spoiler] go to [spoiler] and wind up [spoiler]. [spoiler] winds up [spoiler] and gets the clues to [spoiler] for [spoiler].) but where the original conception of this chapter was fast paced action and run-and-gun, this is much more 'Oceans 11 meets Mission: Impossible', and honestly I like it a lot more.

Preview after the cut:

Ranma fidgeted with the hem of the skirt. 'Genderfluid' (as Konatsu had informed her fit her gender identity best...and was kinda funny given that it actually changed with a fluid, that is, water) she may be, but she still wasn't comfortable wearing girl's clothes. She had a little Genma-shaped man in the back of her consciousness yelling about how it wasn't manly, and though she loved ignoring anything that came out of her old-man's mouth, when it was inside her own head it was harder to dismiss.

She did, however, have to acknowledge that the suit they'd assembled looked good on her. The skirt and jacket weren't quite a matching Bedfordcord fabric, one was beige, the other khaki, and Ranma could not have been assed to care which was which or what the difference between the (to her eye) identical colors was when Konatsu and Kasumi were picking out the clothing articles while she waited on Kasumi's bed in just her underwear.

Underwear which, she'd been soundly informed, was inappropriate for the outfit she was to be wearing. Thus it was she had to break out one of the lingerie sets her mother had bought for her when they went out as 'Auntie Nodoka and Cousin Ranko' during one of the many shopping outings the elder Saotome spent trying to 'tame' the 'wild tomboy' she'd all but adopted.

The mentioned unmentionables were worn under the outfit, completed by a fetching blouse that Ranma admitted she'd love to have for her own...even if she only admitted it within the privacy of her own head. The top was a robin's-breast red and wrapped her torso in billowy waves. It was absolutely, stunningly feminine, fit Ranma perfectly, and somehow the tomboy had bought it even though red was NOT her color, even Ranma agreed on that.

The author will now point out that Ranma's habitual blindness when it came to her fiancée was not, entirely, her fault. Had Kasumi been just a little more aware of her baby sister's love language, she might have realized that Akane had bought the blouse as a gift for Ranma. Had Konatsu a greater, more intimate familiarity with the Tendo's, she might have realized that the box she'd snuck it from in Akane's closet was the, "Gifts for Ranma if he ever pulls his head out of his ass," box. As it was, both older girls made the same assumption Ranma did, thus inadvertently reinforcing Ranma's Akane-blindness.

The pantyhose were a bit of an afterthought, but one Ranma admitted added a little 'oomph' to the impression that she was a fully qualified (if short) worker at a business where business attire was expected to do business in a business-like way. Whatever that was. The utilitarian black pumps, a contribution from Akane's younger days, had been sitting at the back of Kasumi's closet waiting for an appropriate donation opportunity.

Her hair was down, which she always found a touch bothersome; what if combat should break out and she had to fight with her hair as much as her opponent? But it did frame her face nicely. Along with the tastefully applied makeup courtesy of Konatsu's skills, it made her look about five years older than she actually was.

Kasumi, Ranma had to say, 'cleaned up' good (and, yes, she relished the pun involved in Kasumi's primary role in the Tendo home). She had her own suit, though this one lacked a jacket, it was apparently something she'd purchased near the end of her high school career for a student government something or other where the students got the opportunity to visit the local government offices as part of their education. Kasumi eagerly showed off pictures in her album of the event, and Ranma admitted the outfit made the somewhat more gangly late-adolescence Kasumi look like a bit of an adult. Today, however, she filled it out like she was heading for the C-suite. The difference of a few years was remarkable. Where teen-Kasumi wore the suit...well enough, it still hung off her shoulders a touch baggy, the skirt resembled more a drape than one might want, and the shoes were on feet that were awkwardly poised to hold her up. Adult-Kasumi, in contrast, filled the blouse out to startling perfection. Her skirt hugged her hips well enough to make some of the men (and not a few of the women) sweat, and she strode with the poise of a woman on a mission.

Ukyo, in contrast, was dressed in a suit and white shirt that...fit the crowd. It wasn't 'James Bond' by any stretch, but it wouldn't be mistaken for an outfit a chef only wore when they had to. The suit was clearly not high-end, but for all that it was one that was clearly purchased with an eye for getting as much style bang for the yen. It was simple, it was black with a red 'power' tie, and it had just enough tailoring to fit Ukyo like it was meant to. Compared to the average career lawyer, it would look drab. When inserted into a crowd of mixed press and investor hopefuls, it blended right in. "I care about looks," the suit said, "But I care about results just as much."

Of the four of them, Konatsu was the greatest, and most startling, transformation. While another skirt suit simply wasn't in the cards for the ninja, Kasumi did have, tucked away in the back of her closet, a dress that was a shade of red that was just a touch deeper than Ranma's blouse. Thanks to Kasumi's rather more demure sense of modesty compared even to Akane, the dress provided full coverage in the area the ninja was most likely to be clocked as something other than a 'cis' woman (another term Konatsu introduced Ranma to after attending the support group meeting), her chest. Also including a nice, voice-box-covering neck, it paired perfectly with a waist-length white jacket and black pumps to make a stunning executive appearance. With her hair down from her ponytail she was absolutely eye-catching.

Ranma, apparently having to play the role of put-upon personal assistant given that she was the shortest, smallest, and youngest, was struggling to maintain a meek, demure attitude. I'm not made for this... she grumbled mentally. "But sir, the passes are here..."

The meathead that was the security guard allowing people into the event glowered at her. Ranma had taken the man's measure within about 1.5 seconds and already had figured out about sixteen ways to completely wipe the floor with him, but because doing that would draw attention, she had to play-act like a clueless, hopeless, weak little lamb. Fighting back the urge to sigh in exasperation, she weathered his self-important blustering, "Listen, girlie, I don't care what passes you say you have. I don't see your company on the list, so y'aint getting' in."

Ranma felt her eyebrow twitch, about ready to lay a smackdown on the moron in a monkey suit just for calling her 'girlie.' She was saved from both the monkey-suited moron and her shortening temper by an unexpected voice behind her, "Red, babydoll, what's the hold up?"

Poleaxed, Ranma turned to see Konatsu holding herself...almost like a diva. She was smacking some gum audibly, and giving her a look of shared long-suffering, "Is this guy giving ya problems getting' us in?"

Ranma fought off the desire to drop her jaw at the inflection and accent the ninja had affected. What is that, Kansai? It aint Osakan... "Uh...yes, ma'am. This..." she rolled her eyes and added an undercurrent of frustration to her voice, "Gentleman is denying us entry even though we have our passes ready."

It was everything Ranma could do to keep a straight face as Konatsu sputtered like a poorly maintained car motor, "What?!" she made a show of pushing past Ranma and getting in the guard's face, "Listen buster," she jabbed the man in the chest right next to his somewhat ratty looking black tie, "It's Saturday. I'm supposed to be at the salon today. But these nimrods 'r' runnin' this event on Saturday an' the only reason I'm here and not enjoyin' the life I had to fight and scratch to claim in a world full'o meatheads like you is 'cause 'o' yer boss' slick lookin' pamphlet got my investors all in a tizzy!"

The guard was now looking almost panicked as his eyes went up to meet Ukyo's. The apparent man of the group simply gave a, 'women, what can you do?' commiserating smile to 'his' fellow 'man.'

Konatsu snapped her fingers in front of the guard's face, "Ut-ut-ut! Down here, idiot! Don't look at my assistant, look at the one in charge here. I don't care if ya swing that way, he's on the clock an' I'm payin' overtime for makin' him work on a Saturday. Did I mention it's a Saturday? When I normally have my spa treatment that I need for dealin' with idiots like you all week?"

"Listen lady!" the now slightly panicky guard attempted to temporize, "I'm just here from the agency! If I let someone in that don't belong and word gets back to my bosses, I get fired!" He waved a clipboard with a packet of paper on it at her.

"Give me that!" snapped Konatsu. She snagged it from his waving hands and began paging through the stack. Finally, at the last page, she said, "Ah-hah! You didn't check your addenda, idiot!" she flashed the last page of the clipboard to show a short list that was, apparently, last minute additions. She then snagged the pen he'd tucked in his shirt pocket and started scratching some check marks to match those on the previous page. The guard couldn't see from the angle she was holding the clipboard, but Ranma could, and saw that the ninja was simply making fresh marks over existing checks in boxes. She then flipped the packet of papers back over to cover her lack of actual additions to the checklist and slapped the clipboard against his chest, the pen tucked into the same palm. "There! I just did your job for you, now step aside so the grownups can get this over with so I can get back to my spa day!"

The guard moved to grab the clipboard but failed to account for the pen, so when Konatsu pulled her hand away the pen clattered to the ground, requiring that he bend down to pick it up. She gestured for their group to get moving and they did so quickly, Kasumi and Ukyo just ahead of Ranma as she crossed the boundary to the tarmac the event was apparently taking place.

Konatsu started to join them before the guard straightened, "Wait, hold on, I..." As the ninja paused and whipped around, glaring at the man so hotly Ranma was sure he'd catch fire. Gulping at her apparent anger, he flipped to the last sheet on the clipboard and scanned quickly. Finding nothing obviously out of place, he looked up nervously and just bobbed his head, "O~okay, ma'am. Sorry for the confusion. Enjoy the event." Swallowing nervously, he turned to the next entrant, obviously doing his best to put the entire exchange out of his mind.

Konatsu tugged on her jacket straight and primly re-arranged her hair, tidying her appearance. Ukyo and Ranma were clearly struggling to contain their shock at their friend's performance. "...Ko-chan," said Ukyo finally after they'd put some distance between the entry and the rows of chairs set up before the stage, "...what was that?!"

Konatsu cleared her throat, blushing prettily,"W-well," she said in her normally demure, Tokyo-urban accented voice, "A ninja must blend in, using their entire being to properly infiltrate a potentially hostile location. I had to learn how to, well, perform some confidence jobs in order to master that part of my art. It's...not very lady-like, and it can result in some people being hurt, so I don't much like doing it, but...well, I am a kunoichi..."

Ukyo chuckled and rubbed her back affectionately, "A genius kunoichi, don't forget that part."

Konatsu blushed even harder, "Ukyo-sama, stop! You flatter me! I'm sure anyone could have gotten us in just as well..."

Kasumi slowed her walk enough to draw even with Konatsu and wrapped her arm around the shorter girl's shoulders in a half-hug. "Konatsu-chan, you were wonderful and fully deserve the praise."

Konatsu's only reply was to blush somehow even brighter red and make little embarrassed noises.

#ranma #ranma 1/2 #fanfiction #fanfic #sailor moon #sailor mercury #bishojo senshi sailor moon #bishoujo senshi sailor moon #sailor mars #sailor jupiter #sailor venus #ranma saotome #nabiki tendo #kasumi tendo #ukyo kuonji #ami mizuno #makoto kino

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the-eldritch-it-gay · 2 years

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Horse Girl Horse girl calls to mind certain images. The rich white girls who’s family could afford horses, afford land, afford training, lessons. Elitism with a down to earth appearance “tomboy” ruggedness while also prim and feminine That wasn’t me in the slightest

I was a farm boy Not in a white, god-fearing, western, American way Moreno, that’s what I was called growing up and I worked on farms during summers Was taught agriculture and animals Knew how to milk cows, sheer sheep I was a farm boy through and through Though my hijab and ribboned skirts of present seem divorced from that

Horse girl brings to mind movies Of a young white girl who could have any horse But she chooses the wild one, the dangerous one, She can fix him, she can tame him She can get through to him Pour weeks of blood, sweat, and tears into him The unbreakable bond of a girl and a beautiful wild stallion

Paco was a dun color He wasn’t wild, he lived on a ranch Along with other horses who did therapy work I was paired with him arbitrarily one day I wasn’t allowed to tack him He was skittish, a rescue from an abusive owner

I learned to ride western How to mount and dismount How to sit in the saddle, how to hold the reins How to ride in the ring and on country paths How to navigate small jumps even as I was nervous

I talked with Paco while I brushed him I talked to myself a lot, this felt no different Gently, idly, I told him I understood I knew what its like to be hurt I was skittish and difficult too

When I first was able to tack him, It wasn’t a climactic moment It was so mundane as to barely be memorible Paco was calm So was I

I dont think either of us needed to be tamed We didn’t need to be broken in or fixed Didn’t need a dramatic arc of redemption, Of a strong and gentle person softening what was made tough We just needed those moments Mundane and anticlimatic

#have a dumb lil thing i made bcuz i was thining about horses #90% just stream of conciousness thoughts #perhaps one day i can more elegantly talk about how i dont fit with the white american farm/cowboy/cowgirl aesthetic #and also talk about trauma

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love4heejayke · 2 years

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Wasnt how to tame a tomboy qlready completed or am i tripping 😭😭

yh you tripped, but I'm glad you tripped bf I completed, anon 😊

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen social media au #babi asks : how to tame a tomboy #anon :)

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tinyidle · 2 years

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Hi, how are you?

Can you do a smut for Yuqi and Soyeon? Where the whole group was doing a variety show and Yuqi kept on teasing and testing Soyeon so when they go back to the dorm Soyeon teaches Yuqi a lesson.

hihi! i have seen this and was going to post this, but my procrastinating and perfectionistic butt couldn't post this the way i wanted to. fear not, however! i am here to give what you have asked! hope you enjoy!

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WARNING: smut, mentions of irl places + situations, mentions of teasing and traditional disrespect, brat taming, consensual force, punishment (sp*nking, toys, ruined org*sm, slight overstim), dom!soyeon, brattysub!yuqi, soyeon × yuqi, all fiction ofc

tags: @jisuahh

What You Deserve - JSY x SYQ

the whole of (g)i-dle went on the set of HIT village to promote their album and title track "tomboy". during the entire recording, yuqi kept teasing the members and being extremely chaotic, but behind the scenes she kept poking fun at soyeon. knowing yuqi's hyperactive behavior, soyeon didn't mind it. that was until yuqi kept dancing and bumping into soyeon, which pissed her off.

when she gave yuqi warning glares, the pink-haired girl did nothing but say "what did i do? what are you gonna do?" while the rest of the staff and members laughed it off, soyeon smirked and let out a small chuckle. yuqi had no idea what she had to was coming to her.

soyeon waited until she knew the younger girl finished getting ready for bed to talk to her since she knew almost every members' sleep schedule. despite having different rooms, the small leader dragged yuqi to her bigger room and locked the doors. "what the hell was wrong with you?!?" soyeon scolded.

the chinese singer feigned innocence. "what do you mean, unnie? i was good all day." yuqi sat on the dark blue queen-sized bed while swinging her legs. it was pretty warm in the dorms so she wore a pajama crop top with shorts, further aiding to the innocent look she tried to portray.

"don't act dumb, ms. yuqi," soyeon acted angry, but in reality she was turned on with how the slightly taller girl was teasing her. in fact- "get up," soyeon demanded.

yuqi was a bit taken aback. "what?" she said immediately forgetting her manners as a younger person yet again. usually soyeon doesn't mind the teasing, but tonight was payback time.

soyeon walked up to yuqi, and without any warning, pulled her up and turned her around swiftly, harshly swatting the younger's right ass cheek.

"ow!" yuqi turned to the side while rubbing her redening bum, feeling warm to the touch because of soyeon's long nails. why did she have to ask the nail technician for 1 inch (2.54 cm) nails? yuqi thought to herself.

"that's for speaking informally," soyeon quickly landed another harsh slap to the left butt cheek, making the slightly taller girl whimper; "and that's for all the teasing you've done today." soyeon thought a bit while rubbing yuqi's warmed bum that was previously assaulted, still having mercy for the poor girl. "what should be your punishment for being so bad, hmm?"

yuqi was both nervous and excited. she loved soyeon's rougher side as it always makes her cum harder, yet at the same time hated the punishments since they left bruises that were either hard to hide or hard to recover from. and she definitely can't take any form of fingering.

unfortunately that's what soyeon thought of first. "how about having me play with that filthy cunt of yours?" yuqi immediately shook her head, not wanting to have that kind of pain inflicted upon her. "you're right," soyeon agreed, "my nails are too long and too pretty to be ruined by you." the leader then had an idea. "take off your clothes and sit on my bed, face down ass up."

yuqi immediately nodded, saying "yes miss" before stripping herself of her pj wear and undies. she positioned herself in the way soyeon wanted, head turned to the side to see what the shorter girl was planning to do next. meanwhile soyeon took off her big anime tshirt top and undies off and went into her small box under her bed and pulled out a vibrator. the vibrator yuqi loved yet hated so much.

when the singer saw what was in soyeon's small grasp her eyes welled up with puppy tears, trying to garner sympathy from the leader. unfortunately she knows that soyeon knows the difference between real tears from pleading tears and only smacked yuqi now pink ass, making the younger whimper. "you should have thought to keep your mouth shut and be respectful during set, so don't start crying now," soyeon spat out.

yuqi started pleading. "im sorry, unnie. it won't happen again. just anything but the vibrator."

"it's either this or i fuck you with my nails," soyeon threatened. she didn't want to ruin her manicure, but she has done it before and wasn't afraid to do it again. yuqi gasped and decided to accept her fate and keep quiet. "good," soyeon said. "now take this like the 'sweet' and 'innocent' girl you are."

the vibrator was long and black and hit all of yuqi's spots with one careful push, making her moan loudly. luckily soyeon's room was sound proof and the walls are thick, so no one could hear how wrecked the pink haired girl was getting. only she and the black haired girl could hear the sinful sounds being made by them.

"that's it," soyeon encouraged. "take it and don't complain." she had the level at 1 to get yuqi wet enough to inch in more of the toy inside her, all the way until she nearly sucked all of it in. the level at this point was turned to 4 and soyeon was rubbing her clit vigorously, making yuqi shake. she was extremely close.

"i'm about to cum!" yuqi yelled out. and just like that, the vibrator turned off, was pulled out and soyeon turned her around while she whined. to this soyeon made yuqi lick her juices off the vibrator, getting it nice and wet with spit, just to lightly smack the younger's clit with it, making her jolt.

"you're not cumming at all, sweetie." soyeon smirked. yuqi was close to tearing up again but knew that wasn't going to work, so she waited for the older's next instruction. soyeon then straddled yuqi's chest and waddled on her knees to the younger's face. "i want to see if you can finger me well while im on top," soyeon challenged.

knowing that soyeon wouldn't let her taste her, yuqi coated her two fingers with saliva before pushing them in the older's cavern. she immediately went in a steady pace as soyeon rode yuqi's fingers. soon enough her pants turned in to moans. "im gonna cum," soyeon warned. "go harder."

and harder yuqi went. when soyeon felt the younger's fingers curl she came hard and slowly rode out her high, instinctively leaning down to give yuqi's deprived pussy a small kiss. the small action made yuqi's hips buck up, and she whined a bit at the action.

soyeon laughed at the pink girl's whining. "maybe next time you'll learn to behave." she gave yuqi's pussy one light tap with the vibrator before rubbing it up and down her slit and once again thrust into the younger's pussy.

this was gonna be a harsh lesson for yuqi. "besides," soyeon pulled the vibrator out of yuqi just as she was about to cum for the second time, "it's what you deserve,"

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i did this all in one sitting after acting like i couldn't finish it in weeks. hopefully you liked it!

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