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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year

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hiii can I plz request a tangerine x soft/femreader where they’re on a cute date at a nice restaurant and they’re having a great time. Tangerine gets up to go use the restroom and while he’s gone some musty crusty dude who probably looks like a divorced Librarian walks up to reader and harasses her. Reader doesn’t know what to do since she’s more of the quiet and shy type and then tangerine (who is fuming when he sees some Walmart wearing dude yelling at his girlfriend) punches him and starts a fight. Meanwhile the reader trying to stop it cause her anxiety can’t take any more of this when the crusty dude accidentally ends up punching reader. Now she’s basically crying and tangerine quickly stops throwing hands and gets her out of there. (Obviously he’s gonna kill that guy some other time but yk he’s an amazing boyfriend so) then they get home, tangerine apologizes and takes care of reader, and she ends up falling asleep while cuddling w/ him.! Although tangerine is loving this moment they’re sharing, he can’t stop thinking about just how much pain he’s gonna inflict on the crusty dude. Sorry for this being so long and thanks! 😅

hii!! the way you described it made me giggle😭 i love stuff like this. thank you for requesting, hope you like it 💌

uncomfortable encounter

tangerine x f reader

wc: 1.2k

warnings: reader gets hits and hit on, little bit of violence- just him being protective for his girl

a/n: this was in my drafts, im not back from my break just yet. I just felt bad and wanted to give you all something

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Every couple of weeks, Tangerine would take you out on a cute little date of your choice. He’d do the whole get-up; dressing up nice, buying you flowers, opening your door, anything to make you feel like a princess. He would always be chivalrous but during your dates, he’d go the extra mile to show you how much he loved and appreciated you.

For this date you had decided on a quaint pub by the river, specifically choosing it for its calm and serenity that Tangerine desperately needed after his week at work. Enjoying each other’s company as you both indulged on your dessert, chatting and sharing playful remarks throughout the entirety of the evening.

Everything was all flowing perfectly, you were gossiping about your job while you finished your drinks, both occasionally gazing out at the swan-filled stream that your table was overlooking.

He places down his glass and picks up your hand, pecking a sweet kiss on the back of it before excusing himself to the toilets. “I’ll be right back.”

“No problem.” You smile, taking another sip from your drink as you watch him walk away.

Turning your attention to the bay window, looking out at the view, your eyes darting as they watch over the birds and wildlife.

“That was quick.” You grin, turning around when you feel a presence behind you. “I’m sorry— I thought you were someone else.” You wryly smile as you apologised to the stranger.

“No problem, sweet cheeks.” He grins, causing a shudder-like feeling over your whole body. “Feeling lonely?”

You didn’t enjoy talking, especially if it was to a stranger that made you feel wildly uncomfortable. You didn’t really know how to respond, just awkwardly smiling as you try to distract yourself by playing with your straw.

“You not like me or something? … that’s not what your lips are telling me.” Nodding down to your mouth, noticing the way you were biting the bottom lip. You weren’t biting them provocatively, it was just something you did when you were anxious, harmlessly chewing on your bottom lip to deter you from thinking about your nerves.

“You’re cute.” He smirks, brushing over his greasy hair. “Let me buy you a drink, and maybe the more you drink… the more you might wanna come home with me.” Stroking over the sleeves of your upper arm, staring down at you.

Flinching at his uncalled touch, waiting impatiently for your boyfriend to return.

The man trails his dirty hands over the fabric, breathing heavily with his mouth open, itching his stubby fingers lower.

You felt stuck, it was as if you were paralysed in fear. When you hear the familiar voice of Tangerine yell “Oi” from across the pub, it felt like you could finally breathe again. “What the fuck you doing?” He grits, yanking on the back of the man’s collar to pull him away.

“Hey, man. Nothing. She was practically begging for it.” He groans, stroking his throat.

“Excuse me?” Tangerine grimaces, his eyes displaying nothing but fury as he looked at the man. “What did you just say?” His words were slow and taunting.

“Nothing— nothing.” He stammers, trying to back away.

You knew where this was heading, you’d seen this a dozen times before. You could tell by your boyfriend’s furrowed brows and contorted face that he was about to do something. Something aggressive.

“Say it again.” He whispers, his demeanour nothing but cold and rigid. “Go on.” Provoking him as he tightens his grip on the man’s t-shirt.

“N—no.” Shaking his head, looking at you with hateful eyes.

He grips the man’s face, holding his cheeks tight as he forces his gaze away from you. “And why’s that?”

“What you gonna do? Huh? Cause a bigger scene? We’re in a pub for fucks sake.” He snarks, his features suddenly shift and grow taunting.

Tangerine takes the bait and lands a firm solid punch to the side of the man’s face. Hitting him repeatedly until the man stumbles back, flailing his erratic arms as he landed unsuccessful strikes on your boyfriend.

“Hey.” You say softly, looking nervously around the room. Eyes dart between the two in fear as you make a step towards them, speaking a little louder than before. “Come on, that’s enough.”

The man momentarily sends a scowl your way before wavering a wide lunge that accidentally catches you across the cheek in the process. Tangerine immediately drops the man to the floor and rushes to your side, his hands now tender and soft as he cups your jaw. His worried eyes searching your face, honing in on your tear-filled eyes.

“I’m so sorry… are you okay? Are you hurt?” He questions, his tone scared and rushed.

Nodding with uncertainty, he carefully takes your hand, holding it in his as he leads you away from the man on the floor. He picks up your bag in his spare hand as he leads you out of the pub, guiding you through the crowd of people that were circling around.

“I shouldn’t have done that…“ he says regretfully, searching your face. “I’m so sorry.” Smiling painfully as he wipes his thumbs under your eyes, delicately swiping away your tears. “How bad does it hurt?”

“I’m fine.” You lie, burying your face in his chest. Hugging him tight.

He sighs, resting his chin on the top of your head as he wraps his arms tighter around you, comfortingly stroking your back as you stood under the fairy lights of the smoking area. “People are coming… let’s get you home.” He says softly, slowly separating from your embrace.

Nodding your head as you sniffled, allowing him to take your hand and lead you to his car.

The journey home was pretty quiet, with occasional sniffles and ‘you okay?’ diluting the silence. Spending the majority of the way home with your eyes glued to the floor of the car.

Once you get back home, he immediately sets you atop the kitchen counter, standing between your legs as he gently holds a bag of frozen peas to the sore parts of your face. His free hand carefully stroking over the other side of your face.

After a little while, the swelling starts to go down, so he changes you into his hoodie and pyjama bottoms that he was warming up on the radiator for you. Dressing you before carrying you into the living room and laying you down on the sofa.

He returns shortly after with two teas, a pack of biscuits and your favourite blanket. Snuggling beside you as he cocoons your head in his bicep, holding you close while he flicks through the channels on the tv. He glances down at you, watching your eyes flutter while they attempt to stay open.

He knew he should be enjoying this quiet moment with you, but once he notices the growing red patch on your face that was lit up from the tv, he couldn’t help but plan exactly how he was going to get this man to pay. It wasn’t solely the fact that another man touched you, hit you even. It was because of how uncomfortable and uneasy he made you, how strained your features were when the man looked at you. How frightened this man made you feel.

Tangerine would do anything for you, he’d kill for you. And that’s exactly what he was planning to do.

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @ch3rries-n-cream @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x y/n #lemon and tangerine #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine angst #tangerine imagine #tangerine blurb #bullet train tangerine #tangerine and lemon #tangerine bullet train

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seokjinsonlyone · 10 months

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now i just wanna talk about jungkook as a personal trainer

like why can i see him falling for someone he helps like not even someone who's like a super fit regular gym goer like let's say you just start going randomly and one day you're trying to figure out how to use one of the machines and he sees you struggling and comes up next to you and tells you how to do it and of course you stop breathing bc this is obviously the hottest person you've ever seen in your life and you are NOT feeling attractive rn but you let him help you with it and smile and thank him when he's done and you think that's the end of it until you go back the next day and he's there again and he spots you out and approaches you makes sure you're doing okay and you assure him that everything's good but he lingers around you a lil pointing stuff out fixing your form when necessary and you understand he's doing his job but you really did NAWT ask for help so you're a lil irritated and that goes on for like 5 business days before you lose the polite smile and are just like "you know what. i GOT it" bc you cannot work out in peace when he is there right around you making you nervous

and he gets it once you start being a bit short with him that he needs to get lost but he's oddly drawn to you and he can't help himself so he says hi when he sees you asks how you are and then goes about his business and you're grateful that he backs off a bit so you can actually focus on your workout but it kinda burn you up to see him helping out other girls the way he was helping you which is stupid bc in your head there's no way he would ever be into you he was just doing his job the only consolation you get is that you still feel his gaze on you as you do your thing like every time you happen to see him he already looking at you and it's actually a good thing bc one day you're doing squats and you overestimate yourself legs are more wobbly than you anticipate and you almost drop the bar but he's there in an instant helping you and your heart is beating fast adrenaline coursing through your system bc that could've been bad and he scolds you for squatting without a spotter and tells you to come find him whenever you need one

so then there's a dedicated two days a week he's spotting you on leg day and it's kinda the highlight of his week and not just bc he get to see what that booty do in them leggings 😭🙏 he finds out in between sets how cool and funny you are and gets a little greedy and mentions how you should book a full session with him and you laugh it off the first couple times he says it but then you realize he's being serious and as good as spending a whole hour with this man sounds you not about to pay for a whole session like you not that dedicated to the gym life and you tell him as much but then he offers to do it for free and you can't help but agree to it and honestly after his workout you think that he hates you bc he tried to kill you and he offers to buy you dinner as an apology which fries your brain bc up until this point you were so sure that he was just being friendly and doing his job but now you're not so sure

and dinner is awkward bc you weren't even sure when you crossed the threshold of being friends much less whatever this whole thing was and you didn't even know what to order like you were out with this super hot personal trainer like were you supposed to order a salad? some broccoli?? you didn't know but then he ordered a really indulgent burger and some fries so you didn't feel bad for following suit but you definitely didn't eat the whole thing even though you could've you had to beat the pig allegations and you were even more confused about what that was when he paid for your meal at the end like was that a date or was he just chivalrous you had no clue and you didn't have time to figure it out afterward either bc life got in the way

and jk felt so stupid bc he wasn't nearly as forward as he wanted to be didn't flirt enough didn't kiss you like he wanted or hold your hand didn't even realize until he got home that he didn't have your number and he wanted to kick himself but he assumed that he would be able to make up for it the next time he saw you except that never came after the first week he thought maybe you were out of town after the second he thought maybe you were readjusting after getting back when it came to the third week and you still hadn't shown up he was worried so he looks up your file in the system and gets your number and he's really not supposed to use that for personal use and he hopes you don't mind but like he can't keep letting time pass like this so he texts you and finds out that you don't mind that he has your number and that you're fine physically at least just stressed and busy and he's asking if there's anything he can do to help and you're like unless you're a pint of ice cream i don't think so next thing you know he's asking what's your favorite flavor and then he's asking for your address and then he's in your house with your favorite ice cream and you're ??????

and next thing you know he's on your couch sitting next to you spoon feeding you bites of ice cream and that's when you're finally like "do you like me?" and he doesn't even try to deny it he's just like "yeah" and you're like okay and you just sit there cuddling him on the couch for the rest of the night while you process this turn of events and you just kind of exist in that state of knowing he likes you for a few days which makes him anxious bc he knew where he was at but he didn't know where you were at like you let him come over and hold you and you talked and laughed and flirted but you didn't say so explicitly so he was ????? until you were walking him out the fifth day after he confessed and when he reached to hug you you cupped his cheeks instead and rolled up on your tippy toes and kissed him like caught him completely off guard so when you pulled away he was all blushy and it made you wonder how someone so big and buff could be such a baby but he was your baby now you guessed you had to make sure though first so you asked "are you my boyfriend?" and he had to make sure first too so he asked you "do you like me?" and you were like "yeah" so he went "yeah okay i'm your boyfriend then. and you're my girlfriend" and he was glad that he could finally focus at work again bc he seriously spent so much time worried about you he was feeling neglectful to his other clients and you told him that you were glad he could focus now but if he treated any of his other clients the way he was treating you that you would kill him and y'all lived happily ever after the end <333

a/n: i blame the last ask and jk's most recent live for this particular rambling

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook x y/n #jeon jungkook fanfic #jeon jungkook x you #i wrote this in like one go in an hour so i honestly have no idea what this even says

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cuffmeinblack · 11 months

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Would you mind describing your take on Garreth? You got me interested

Aight, why not. Not comprehensive, I need to add to this before I write anything more serious for Gar.

Garreth Weasley character profile

Scent: Cinders, Butterbeer

Boggart: His partner or family dead

Patronus: Labrador retriever

Quidditch position: Prefers to watch, big Chudley Cannons fan. Will play beater casually.

Family

Pureblood

Dad - Griffith

Mum - Harriet

Brother - Hector, older, 19

Brother - Oscar, younger, 12

Sister - Charlotte, younger, 8

Aunt - Matilda

Education, skills

Highly skilled in Potions

Highly skilled in Herbology (assumed)

Apparition

Preference for practical magic e.g. Transfiguration, Charms, DADA

Can also assume that whilst Garreth is a talented wizard, he often lets his education fall by the wayside in favour of his passion for brewing (very like Fred & George).

Career

Entrepreneur/business owner - potions/magical drinks

Potioneer - experimental potions

Scope for him to have a career related to healing or ministry work (likely he wouldn’t find this interesting).

Garreth would prefer to be able to carry on his experimentation in whatever capacity.

Whilst he is interested in magical drinks during school, this could develop into something more serious as he grows older. Much like F&G start to use their skills in aiding the war e.g. protective clothing, peruvian darkness powder, Garreth could turn his potions expertise to more worthwhile problems.

Personality traits

Inquisitive

Since he knew about the One-eyed-witch passage to Honeydukes we can assume he is inquisitive and possibly a bit of a troublemaker.

Entrepreneurial, creative, passionate

He enjoys experimenting with brewing potions and drinks, often using his family and younger students to test out his concoctions on.

Playful, confident, outgoing

We see this side of him during his time at Hogwarts. Upon meeting Gryffindor MC he is friendly and forthcoming.

Brave, courageous

Gryffindor traits (assumed)

Chivalrous, honourable

Gryffindor traits (assumed)

Particularly with his partner, he is kind and attentive.

Scenarios

How would he act under pressure?

Generally acts instinctively, when under pressure he can act without thinking through the repercussions.

As an older adult having more world experience, Garreth would be level-headed and able to summon his Gryffindor traits of bravery and courageousness where necessary.

How would he react to someone being mean?

Generally a pretty upfront guy, he would confront the person. Often thinks the best of people, assumes they'd be open to discussion. Doesn't hold grudges often.

What is he like as a partner?

Incredibly sweet, thoughtful though can sometimes get things wrong (mostly things he says, or doesn't say - again, he's an impulsive talk-before-thinking kind of person)

Love languages are quality time and physical touch.

How would he comfort you?

Lots of cuddles. Sometimes not sure what to say but will do anything you want to make you feel better. He tries really hard to comfort you but might need a little guidance when it comes to the heavy stuff.

Cooking

Headcanons:

f!MC wanting to peg them

Celebrating your birthday

Where they'd like to cum

How they announce when they're going to cum

Dating Garreth

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley headcanon

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nitewrighter · 1 year

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Someone: *Speaks Annie's name disrespectfully* Gyo: *getting in their face* That's Ana Maria Soledad-Willow Cassidy-Colomar to you!

God, Annie going as Guillaume's Plus One to his boarding school alumni event and actually getting intimidated despite how much she teased and gave him shit about "rich kid school" and Guillaume kind of being caught off guard because Annie's always the cocky one and then the ~Chivalrous instincts~ kicking in hard. But on the other hand, there's also Annie just not having Guillaume being dissed by anyone but her and also being kind of in love with him and knowing how hard he tries etc etc etc

One of Guillaume's Classmates: The others may love pearl clutching and feigning outrage that you would bring one of them here, but honestly it comes as no surprise to me.

Annie: What?

Guillaume: Careful, Loïc.

Loïc: No, no, honestly, despite her... interesting parentage, I find her quite charming in her way. You're really quite lucky to have found someone like her squatting in that black site.

Annie: *flatly* 'Her' is right in front of you, by the way.

Loïc: The only real shocker is that you made it into our school in the first place. With everything your Mother's done, I can't believe the Guillard name hasn't been scorched from the school records altogether.

Guillaume: *blanching* My moth--

Annie: *cutting him off* YOU KEEP HIS MOTHER'S NAME OUT OF YOUR DAMN MOUTH!

*sound of conversation in the room dying off as all eyes fall on them*

Guillaume: *stiffly* Ana, it's fine--

Annie: *pauses and clears throat, touches Guillaume's shoulder* What I meant was... Académie du Sainte Alchoin wouldn't exist if Sylvain Guillard hadn't bravely rescued this school's founder, Etienne Beaufoy during the wars of Polish Succession. On top of that, it's unseemly to speak of a woman who is not here to defend herself, let alone someone's mother. *leans close to Loīc's ear* Of course... not that she needs to be near to defend herself.

Loïc: *visibly shaken* She's not--?

Annie: *shrugs* I couldn't say. *bumps her shoulder into Guillaume with a smile* Gyo here says she's never shadowed us on our dates, but I've never been convinced.

Loïc: ...*swallows hard* En-enjoy the party. *briskly walks off*

Guillaume: *watches him walk off, trying to figure out what the hell just happened*

Annie: *sips her drink*

Guillaume: That was...

Annie: Look, I'm sorry, he got under my skin. If you need me to take off early so you can do damage control, I can--

Guillaume: That was amazing. You just had that ready?

Annie: *fidgeting with her hair* I got nervous and researched a whole bunch of stupid stuff on the orca ride over and I'll be honest I was just eager at least one thing was relevant.

Guillaume: ...I had an ancestor in the War of Polish succession?

Annie: France was involved in so many damn wars. Why were you in so many wars?

Guillaume: A combination of geographic placement and the fact that we are angry about literally everything.

#guillannie #widowhanzo kid #cassombra kid #mcsombra kid

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blackacre13 · 2 years

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Young Danny and Rusty making fun of Deb for having a bunch of hickeys and then they realize who they’re from👀

“Hey, Debs, if you’re headed into the kitchen can you—“

“Excuse me?” Debbie snapped, glaring at the two boys as she whipped around, her long ponytail swinging with her. “Just because you boss your little team around like that, doesn’t mean you can use me. Get your own drinks or whatever.”

“Jesus, Debbie,” Rusty grumbled under his breath as the brunette shot him a dark look.

“You don’t even live here, you pig,” the brunette smirked. “Go make Danny fetch you sandwiches.”

“Hey, Sister Dearest,” Danny suddenly grinned. “What the hell is on your neck? Get stuck to the vacuum or something?”

“Shut up,” Debbie hissed, her cheeks blushing red, her face burning as her fingers brushed along her neck over the dark bruises before she tried to innocently shake out her hair over her shoulders.

“Well, don’t bother covering it now,” Danny sang, practically gloating. “You were pretty much showing it off with your hair like that. You must have a death wish, Deb. You want dad to kill you?”

“Who’s the guy?” Rusty added, now somehow chomping down on a bag of chips by the handful that had seemingly appeared from nowhere.

“It’s none of your business,” Debbie sighed, trying to continue on her path out of the living room. “Either of you. I just came down here to get some water anyway, alright. I have to get back to studying.”

“You don’t study,” Danny pointed out.

“She could study,” Rusty shrugged in a piss poor attempt to help Debbie out.

“She could,” Danny agreed with a laugh. “But she doesn’t. Photographic memory, that one.”

“No shit?” Rusty grinned. “Debs, that’s badass.”

“Can it,” Debbie mumbled, trying to walk towards the kitchen again as Danny stopped her, catching her wrist.

“Look, Debs,” Danny sighed. “I know it’s not my place, alright? But as your big brother, you know I have to look out for you. Just tell me who the guy is. I won’t do anything, I swear. But just let me keep some tabs on him. You know, just in case.”

“Can’t I just date whoever I want without you butting in?” Debbie rolled her eyes. “I’m eighteen. And I’ll be out of this god forsaken house in three months.”

“And then you can let whoever the hell you want suck your neck,” Danny shot back. “But maybe keep it on the downlow for Thanksgiving shit and stuff. Think of this as practice.”

“Bite me,” Debbie hissed, smacking the back of his head as she twisted her wrist out from his grip.

“I think someone already—“ Rusty started as the two Oceans turned to him with comebacks at the ready until he held his hands up in defeat with a whispered “mercy”.

“How did you even do it?” Danny asked suddenly. “You didn’t go out last night. I saw you at dinner. Are you sneaking out now? That’s a little freshman year for you, Deb.”

“I didn’t leave the house, Danny boy. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Dad would never let a guy in your room,” Danny interjected, tugging Debbie back by her shirt as she took a deep breath, waiting for the inevitable truth to snap together.

“Who said it was a guy?” Debbie finally spoke, cringing as she closed her eyes, unsure what Danny’s response would be.

“Of course it’s a—“ Danny stopped mid-way, his eyes locking with Debbie’s as her own finally opened again, silently pleading him to understand.

“I mean Lou was here for dinner last night,” Rusty spoke over a mouthful of chips, Debbie and Danny’s eyes still locked on each other, Debbie now unsure whether she wanted to murder or thank Rusty for the interruption.

“Bingo,” Debbie whispered, looking down at the floor, too afraid to even offer an explanation or excuse or anything, desperately needing Danny to answer before she fainted.

“Miller did that to your neck?” Danny finally boomed, Debbie’s eyes pinching shut as she gritted her teeth. “You know, everyone’s always boasting about how chivalrous she is with the ladies and yet—“

“Oh, she’s plenty chivalrous,” Debbie smirked, her confidence rippling through her bloodstream again. She had plenty of examples in her head, but she didn’t want Danny to vomit. Or maybe she did. At least it would be a conversation stopper.

“Let’s go,” Danny snapped, standing up from the couch as he motioned to Rusty.

“Where the hell are you going?” Debbie protested, trying to block him as he stood.

“To kill Lou for doing that.”

“Maybe I like it,” Debbie smiled, not even embarrassed to be twisting the knife in further. Lou was absolutely going to love this when she told her.

“Who cares?” Rusty shrugged. “Lou’s one of the guys. She’s hot. She’s got a cool ride. It’s a sweet deal.”

“She’s hot?” Debbie asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I’m not gonna steal your girlfriend, Debbie. Pipe down,” Rusty sighed.

“You pipe down.”

“Both of you, shut up,” Danny sighed, rubbing his forehead as he sat back down. “Debbie. Get Lou over here now. I don’t care if you’re dating women. I’m just trying to protect your ass until you graduate. Let me give her the talk.”

“Let’s not and say we did,” Debbie suggested instead, trying to bolt once more.

“Debbie,” Danny warned. “Tell Miller to get her skinny ass over here. She can’t just kiss mom’s ass and eat her chicken and then go upstairs and suck your neck.”

“Understood,” Debbie nodded. “Valid. Very good point, Danny. So smart. Have I told you lately how smart you are? It really should be said more often. I mean—“

“Debbie,” Danny hissed.

“You know what? You were right the first time,” Debbie nodded. “It was the vacuum. No, maybe my hair straightener? Actually—“

“Bet you want to get us those drinks now, don’t you?” Rusty smirked.

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slickshoesareyoucrazy · 9 months

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Protocol and Substance

I have a friend in my life who’s fairly unhappy, and has been for a good while, but she’s portrayed her life to most people who know her as ‘fine’ or even ‘great’ for…well…a long time. She engages in a lot of social media protocol to maintain a cheerful facade. But we all know regular, upbeat status updates on Facebook and smiles in Instagram photos aren’t indicative of actual happiness. They CAN be. But they certainly don’t have to be, and they are often used to disguise their opposite. It’s minimal effort to maintain that deception. Protocol makes that easy.

Most of her hidden-from-public unhappiness stems from her marriage, and her relationship with her husband. I’m not here to tell my friend’s sad story, and certainly not to capitalize on it, but I see a lot of questions and wonderings about similar issues, and I know there are people here who see my relationship with J as I depict it here, and wonder how and why we seem to move over, around, and through obstacles seemingly seamlessly, when so many other people are unhappy. We’re happy because, and this post is about, honest communication and not hiding behind protocol. Nothing is gained from performing a bunch of arbitrary actions to convince other people (and yourself) that everything is fine when it’s really not. And this is sort of also another post about what the true indicators of a good partner are. Certain actions don’t make a good partner.

See, I asked my friend if the behavior and philosophies her husband displayed that were troubling her were new. A lot of people put on Company Manners at the beginning of a relationship, and when it wears off, they seem like a totally different person. A lot of folks feel like once they’ve won dedicated commitment from a partner, they can stop with the effort…or maybe even start treating that person like shit…because they got the commitment. Like a job interview, people sell themselves, but then a percentage (maybe a great percentage) of them don’t really give the ‘best’ they promised in the interview process to get the job. So I asked if my friend’s concerns had come out of nowhere, or if they’d always been there. Because the level of selfishness and disrespect she described to me seemed like something that had to have really deep roots to me. She said, looking back, he’d always been selfish, but she focused on the positives. I understood that. I do that too. I’m an arguably ridiculous optimist. I’ve been told I’ll look for a jewel in the most vile pile of shit. (Coincidentally, that should red flag to readers that if I actually DO ‘go low’ with or about a person, it’s because I really LOOKED, and I couldn’t find any jewels to polish up…it was ALL shit). So I asked her what positives she’d focused on. And the first, and clearly most important-to-her thing she said to me was, ‘He was a gentleman. He pointed out to me on our first date that he knew how a man was supposed to navigate a set of stairs with a lady.’ For those of you who don’t know (and it’s not strange or surprising if you don’t know), it’s kind of old school chivalry for a man to walk on the lower stair (he goes up the stairs last; he goes down the stairs first). J does a lot of this old school chivalry stuff, and I admit it is a crazy huge turn on for me. I love me a gentleman. Yes hold that door open for me. Help me on with my coat. Guide me through that crowd with your hand on the small of my back. Yes hold the umbrella when it starts raining. Offer me your jacket when I’m cold. Yes walk closer to the traffic. I get it. For real. Chivalrous protocols can certainly be a clue to how someone operates in life…those protocols are meant to be signs of care and protection and respect. They were spot on accurate tips for me in the beginning about the kind of man J is.

The thing with that is though? The protocol of chivalry doesn’t really mean shit without substance. Protocol without substance is totally worthless. If a man descends the stairs ahead of me, but ignores my needs, or me in general, so what about which order we take the stairs? If a man holds open a door for me and treats me with disrespect and derision, who cares that he held the door? The hallmarks of good dominant/man/partner/human aren’t really visible from just observing protocol, just like the hallmarks of a happy person aren’t really visible from just observing their social media feed. They CAN be indicators. But they aren’t always. In fact, protocol makes it easy to feign the opposite of what you really are, because people attach meaning to protocol. It’s easy to always make sure you’re on the traffic side or to wait and go up the stairs last. But if you don’t actually have chivalrous intention to take a sacrificial impact for the person next to you, or to catch the person ahead of you if and when they stumble…if there’s no real courtesy in the protocol, it’s just empty action. (And this isn’t just with chivalry…it’s just ‘dominant’ behavior I’m accustomed to in my own life. There are other kinds of dominants/people out there who can give a set of responses and perform some rote actions to convince the impatient or indiscriminate mark they are something they aren’t in some other way.) Protocols are minimal efforts that unfortunately can be easily mistaken (and don’t think there aren’t people out there who don’t willfully take advantage of this) for substance. I’d sure rather be with a partner who never held a door for me or picked up a check or walked up the stairs first every time and wholeheartedly cared about my thoughts and feelings and fears and dreams and needs, and helped me manage those things with desire, than someone who knew all the proper ways to show courtesy to me for the benefit of OTHER PEOPLE, but was indifferent or hostile to me and what I actually had to offer and what I needed.

The ‘too long, didn’t read’ takeaway I guess I want people to have here is to not be fooled by protocol and perfunctory responses and actions, even if they are ‘right.’ It takes time and effort and depth to really get to know a person’s drives and intentions and the core of who a person is. And when you get intuitive feelings about a person that are less than ideal? Particularly if this person is a potential partner? PLEASE don’t use the surface protocols as excuses to stay when your guts and soul are begging you to go. ‘But he always holds my door, so…’ or, ‘But he always says…’ isn’t enough to stay when you are feeling neglected or hurt on the regular.

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So I wrote all that ^^^^ several years ago on the old blog. I'm re posting it now with this add on, because another person I care about greatly has been involved in some long term deception to hide unhappiness and poor treatment by their partner, maybe up to and including documentable abuse. They're embarrassed. They're anxious. They're sad. But on social media for sure and even to people's faces in person, they've been putting on a Happy Mask, and even now that that mask is off, they are in the cycle of defending and justifying their partner's shitty behavior by pointing out some examples of performative care, responsibility, and change. But it's not REAL. It's not real when you just say words, or only do keynote behaviors (kiss goodbye, 'they're so great' post on social media, etc...) in front of and for the benefit of OTHER PEOPLE; not your actual partner, whom is being hurt on the regular. This is really burning me up for the past week, and I wish people would look at substance over protocol in the worst way.

#wrote most of this a long time ago but I'm feeling all these older posts now for reasons #my writing

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stackthedeck · 2 years

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if you created your own original superhero story, what tropes and dynamics would it to have?

Oh, anon this ask is a gift! I said a couple months ago on TikTok that I want to write shitty romance novels, just shelves full of my paperbacks in the back of book stores and libraries. I want to churn out a pulp novel every six months with oil painting covers with impossibly perfect people in ridiculous poses, that kind of shitty romance novel. I can explain why, but I guarantee that superheroes will be the next prominent subgenre of romance novels within a decade or two. Basically what I'm saying is that when I do publish my own stuff, it'll be in a novel format, not a comic because I can't draw or work collaboratively although marvel if you need a token lesbian writer next June, call me I've got some ideas.

Okay, so I've got two halfway fleshed-out concepts. 1. the Catwoman archetype. 2. street hero v government-sanctioned hero.

Okay, so you have the Catwoman archetype. The femme fatale in leather doing crime, but nothing that hurts people only property. She's always slim, sexy, femme, and bi but rarely has lasting relationships with women and never dates women that aren't also slim, sexy, and femme. Examples include Catwoman (dud), Black Cat, Poison Ivy, Mystique, etc. She's doing crime because of sympathetic backstory and motivation and the right dick persuades her to the good side, but she's always back to her old tricks and women while she's at it. This is a harmful way to portray bi women and is only there for male titillation. I hate it despite the fact that I love these characters.

So how would I do it? So how I envision this trope is from the perspective of the Catwoman. This gives her more humanity, the audience can see her sympathetic backstory and motivation from her perspective, we get to see her outside the leather suit, we see her revel in crime and in her own skill, see her choose to manipulate men with her body and laugh when they fall for it, choose to not manipulate men and earnestly fall in love with them and be crushed when they assume she's just using them, see her get used by men because this is what she's been told she's good for. I want a Catwoman that is jaded and the charm is all fake. And I want a butch superhero to fall in love with her. Like seriously I could name twenty sapphic comic characters and not a single one is butch (like they got so close with the cw batwoman). When I say butch, I don't just mean masc, I mean butch. Sure her hair is short and she dresses in men's clothing and she's got a sensible pair of combat boots, but she acts butch. Being butch isn't just about style, it's behaviors, it's anticipating your partner's needs, being chivalrous, and flirting gently in a way that constantly ensures she's into you and your whole thing. It's masculinity that is built for feminity. Like if you're butch, you get it

okay, so we have the catwoman and the hero. The hero needs the catwoman for a job, stealing something from the bad guys to save the world or something, and at first, the hero is hesitant. she's heard bad things about the cat, she's not trustworthy, and she'll betray you for the money in a heartbeat, but the hero is desperate so she asks the cat for help. the cat doesn't trust the hero, she's seen a million heroes and they all want her for her skills and her body but they don't respect her, but whatever she'll betray this one for the money as soon as the moment is right. The hero is new to the super thing, still wide-eyed, earnest, and far too serious. The cat makes some quip that makes it seem like she doesn't want the job and the hero immediately is like okay I'll find someone else and the cat is like I'm just joking obvi and the hero is like well I don't want to pressure you into anything you don't want to do. and the cat is like huh that's new. while preparing for the heist, they get closer. Cat likes that the hero doesn't try to make a pass at her, that she sees her as more than a pretty face and clever hands. The hero respects her, even if she doesn't agree with her methods, but she doesn't treat her like an object or a tool like other heroes. She doesn't try to get the cat to join the good guys, but leaves the door open anyway because there's always time to change. The hero recognizes that the leather catsuit is a performance and she can respect that, her super suit is the same performance, her men's shirts are the same as the cat's full face of make-up. They're different kinds of armor, but armor nonetheless. They do the heist and fall in love, maybe they have the third act break down about what cat does with the money. but once they are together, cat doesn't change. Both she and the hero are criminals, who is the hero to challenge her for breaking the law? But as the hero grows closer to cat, she sees that the money is to support her family, her community, etc. They're both people going outside the law because the law was not built for them or their people.

so yeah, I want a deconstruction of the Catwoman femme fatale but I also want it to be a butch4femme romance

okay, vigilante v government soldier superheroes. So comics do this a lot and I hate it because the government heroes are always framed as the right ones in the narrative unless the government is evil and you know it's evil because idk lex luther runs it and I just think it's boring and doesn't ask the right questions. Comics have always been a tool of propaganda, but after the United States entered WWII, they stopped questioning the government, at least not in a radical way. I would love to see a street-level hero that hates the police and fights against them. And you might be thinking isn't that the punisher or any corrupt cop storyline? And yeah, but that is tied up in an honor code system of justice and the idea of police reform. I want a hero that is seeking restorative justice. Technically Matt Murdock is this, but he still believes in the prison system so it's still retributive justice. Like seriously for a guy that is interested in the law and the deeper philosophy, he never stops to ask if prison and redemption are the same things. I want a street-level hero that knows that the police don't protect them and their community, the police are just guards of private property. I want a superhero that doesn't kill and doesn't turn people into the police, but seeks to solve crime at its source, not just punish the people that do it. I want a hero that understands why crime happens because people are desperate and they have to do something. I want the vigilante to come into conflict with the government soldier and the soldier to realize that they don't know how to make things better because they don't understand the people.

but like I said, pulp romance. I love the dynamic of normal guy x superhuman. I love the way the superhuman gets so protective of the non-powered one because they're so fragile. Love that the non-powered one is filled with so much spite and compassion that they simply have to be a hero no matter how much of their own blood they spill. Okay so, vigilante is the non-powered one, just some poor kid with some fighting skills and maybe a few homemade gadgets. government soldier has superpowers, got them through experimentation or something. They both want to do good and they both come from poor backgrounds. Vigilante sees that the system was not built for them and decides to work against it, super soldier thinks they can change it from within. super soldier is sent to handle the vigilante because the government has deemed them a threat because they're beating up cops and stealing shit. Super soldier gets to the city, tries to take down the vigilante, fails (obviously) eventually comes to the conclusion that the vigilante has skills so they try to recruit them to the government's side, fails (obviously). Eventually, super soldier tries to handle crime in the city and the vigilante regularly stops them from stopping crime. and the super soldier is like "there's good in you, why are you protecting these low lives?" and vigilante is like "they're not low lives dumbass, they're trying to pay for insulin, please don't punch them out." Vigilante starts using the super soldier to help them fight crime because god fucking damn it, they just won't leave. They're kinda friends?? coworkers with begrudging respect is the better word for it. And they sleep together because again, pulp romance. As they hang out more, they exchange tragic backstories and world views slowly over time. super soldier is from a poor rural area, they needed a way out, a way to provide for their family so they volunteered for the super soldier program (yes this is a metaphor for how the military preys on poverty). Vigilante shows super soldier the lives of people in the city, how everyone is just doing what they can to get by, and that those in power use the police to keep their wealth to themselves and that is by design. Super soldier gets kinda defensive about this, "well, I'm employed by those in power. Surely it's just the bad ones that are hurting people." and vigilante is like "sorry dude, you're just a mega cop. remember how you were sent here to deal with me even though you know I'm good? Yeah, that's because I'm a threat to their vision of power, a threat to their private property." and super soldier is like, huh. Eventually, super soldier leaves or challenges the government, and only then is the vigilante interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with them, only then do they consider calling them a hero. In this story, I'd also want to have more superheroes/vigilantes running around aside from the leads. Like with non-government heroes, there's this lone wolf/bad boy that doesn't play by anyone's rules thing. That's not what I'm advocating for, the main character vigilante gets their power, their sense of authority, their heroism from the people, and the fact that they are serving their community. They seek to bring justice that heals, not punishes. Like there could be another vigilante that is going too far and the people of the city reject them, and fights them their own way. MC vigilante gets help from the people (see spider-man train scene).

#asks #oh geez this is long #i'm not talking about catwoman or that one guy from peacemarker #these are not proper nouns #can you tell that i'm a prison abolitionist lmao #like i hate that superhero stories are so pro government #comics are better about this than the movies #but it's always just a corrupt cop story #no the whole system is the problem #police care more about private property than your safety #superheroes should reflect that or actively rebel against it #also any general terms i use in this are not in reference to actual characters

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lizziesblueberries · 1 year

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I love love love love your replies 💖 yes I think she is the one and fistance doesnt bother me at all!! It’s hard tho because we cant fly for two and a half years until we can see each other. Im going to uk to see her :) it’s really cool having someone to chat to who is also dating someone from the uk! Is she coming to see you or you see her? Any plans ? What does she mean by, British girls do it better? 😆 you should update us on here when you meet!!

So sorry for this late reply!

It’s inter that you say that because Georgia and I are both in school working on our careers and we do t really have time to visit each other. So essentially, it probably won’t be for a year until we see each other. We were thinking either summer or Halloween, probably Halloween since it’ll be my birthday and we LOVE spooky stuff so we’ll get to do Halloween Horror Nights and watch horror movies 😁 Georgia wants to visit me first, she says it’s because she’s older and it’s the right thing to do, (I just think she’s very chivalrous and gentlemanly 😌) But my cousin is graduating in Scotland, so I might use that as a reason to visit. Idk. And when she says British girls do it better, she means that British people are better than Americans, at least better than men 😂 and that they don’t care as much about little things like body imperfections as people in America do. That and she pretty much means British girls are better in bed 🤭 she’s very silly, but I won’t lie, she is a one of a kind and her morals and just her is better than half the people in America. I do sometimes like to update. And if I do when we meet. You’ll probably just hear about how we stayed in a hotel room for a week and the only time we left was to go see birds at a zoo or go to Universal and hold hands 😂 thank you for asking dear❤️

You are now -🌈anon

#lizziesblueberriesasks #you are now my long distance mutual #a true lesbian in my humble opinion for putting in that effort for your love

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗹 || dark!alex kerner x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ◦ alex has been waiting so long for you to figure out he's the guy you should be with, but you just see him as your best friend. he's tired of being a virgin, and he's tired of hoping that someday you'll wake up and realise you're meant to be together— if he can't wake you up, at least he can put you to sleep.

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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ◦ smut (noncon, somnophilia, creampie), drugging, obsession, "nice guy"/incel vibes, a bit of possessiveness, very slight degradation, male virginity loss, overall just alex being super unsettling and awful lmao

“I’m gonna run to the washroom, watch my drink?” you requested casually. Alex nodded quickly, heart starting to beat a bit faster as he watched you weave your way through the crowded bar, leaning back a bit to make sure you were out of sight for good.

He took a few glances back and forth at the people around to make sure no eyes were on him, leaning in closer to the bar to try to conceal what he was doing— reaching into his inner jacket pocket and fishing for what he’d bought just a few days ago, waiting for this moment. He was absolutely terrified that someone would catch him— that you would catch him— but he was willing to risk it in exchange for such an incredible reward.

After struggling for a second due to his hands shaking slightly, he found the plastic baggie and discreetly slipped it out, not even looking at it as he opened it close to his chest; he figured if he stared straight ahead it would be less suspicious.

He managed to get the bag open and lean forward just enough to dump the contents into your drink as it rested on the bar, looking around absent-mindedly to remain nonchalant— except that when he leaned back to see if the powder had dissolved easily, he found that he’d missed the glass entirely and dumped the light blue substance right onto the bar.

“Scheiße!” he frantically cursed under his breath as he whipped his head around to make sure no one had seen, trying to decide how to recover from this. Thinking quickly, he grabbed the glass and held it up to the edge of the bar, brushing the powder with his hand across the smooth surface and right over the slope into your drink; it hit the alcohol and started to dissolve quickly as he used his finger to push in the excess on the wooden bar before brushing the rest away with his jacket sleeve. He held the glass up to his face to look at the liquid closely, still seeing some remnants of the powder and trying to swirl the drink a bit to encourage it to fade away: if you saw something by the time you got back, he’d have to start all over again.

“When I said ‘watch my drink,’ I didn’t mean it that literally,” you giggled, and he jumped, not having realized you had returned. Considering your casual attitude and your hands eagerly reaching for the glass, you must not have seen anything leading up to this moment— and thank heavens for that.

He watched a little too intently as you took the drink from his hand and took a sip, waiting to see if you had any reaction, but you set it down without saying anything. “Thanks,” you broke the silence after swallowing, “god knows this place is probably full of creeps.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” he agreed awkwardly. There was one benefit to being so deep in the friendzone: you trusted him. Right now, that and some pharmaceutical support were all he had going for him.

He wrung his hands nervously as he hoped that the second would come through for him. The guy he bought this stuff from said it was guaranteed to work, but Alex didn’t necessarily trust the word of a drug dealer selling daterape drugs. Not that he thought the label of “daterape” was very fair— if he could get you on a date, he wouldn’t have to do stuff like this in the first place! But after years of being your best friend, your partner in crime, your confidante, and the constant shoulder to cry on while a carousel of abusive assholes treated you like shit and kicked you to the curb, you still didn’t get the fucking picture. So no, this wasn’t a date; it was just two friends getting drinks, and one friend finally getting what he deserved from the other.

He took a swig of his own drink to try to calm his nerves; nursing the neck of a bottle of beer made him realize he got lucky that you ordered something served in a glass, since getting powder down a bottle would’ve been a pain.

Quickly the conversation returned to the mundane: your latest break-up, his week at work, your favorite bands, his favorite movies. He really did enjoy being your friend, all things considered, he just needed more. And as the night continued without much sign of the pill kicking in— even as you finished your drink— he worried he wouldn't get it.

But then, finally, he noticed the subtle signs: you were blinking a bit more often, and for longer. You seemed to be breathing a bit slower, staring off into space. "Hey, you with me?" he prompted, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention. "Sorry, my story was boring—"

"No, it's not that, I'm sorry," you shook your head.

"Then what's up?" he asked, adding faux concern to his tone.

“I just…" you sighed and started over again. "Let’s head out soon, I’m getting ready to turn in,” you decided.

“It’s only ten!” Alex pointed out with a laugh.

“Fuck, really? I thought it was later,” you frowned.

“Who knew you were such a lightweight?” he teased, pushing you on the shoulder and getting a playful shove back— but he could feel that you were a little weak, and he saw you almost falter in your balance. “Hey, you don’t look so good, let’s go outside for some fresh air.”

You nodded and took his hand, letting him guide you through the crowd and out the back door.

The overwhelming noise that had been present inside was muffled in the damp alleyway, just the distant roar of a thousand conversations and the heavy bass of the music left now. He watched you take a deep breath, closing your eyes. "You good?" he prompted.

"Yeah," you decided, but your voice sounded a little heavy. "Let's walk to the train station…"

He nodded and walked beside you, but you hardly made it a few steps before losing your balance. “Woah!” he laughed as you stumbled, thankfully catching you just in time, and tried not to get too caught up in how amazing it felt to hold you in his arms. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink…”

“Alex,” you mumbled as you started to go limp, clearly fighting to keep your eyes open (and losing).

“I’m gonna take you home, okay?” he offered as you started to fade out.

He kept that promise; he just took you to his home instead of your own.

It was a bit of a struggle to drag an unconscious body back to his apartment without arousing suspicion, but thankfully it was only a couple blocks and with his your arm slung over his shoulders it was pretty easy for any passersby (of which there were very few at this hour) to assume it was just a chivalrous boyfriend helping his date after one too many drinks.

The hardest part was actually getting his keys and unlocking his door without dropping you. Once you were both inside, though, he grunted slightly as he slung you over his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed and looking down at you as he caught his breath.

He was embarrassingly eager; he was already rock hard just from seeing you like this, laying on his bed. It’s not that he got off on you being passed out, but from the feeling that he could do whatever he wanted to you— and the knowledge that he was going to.

Finally, after all this time of being just your friend, he would get what he’d been dreaming of from the beginning.

He was slow and patient, for once, as he sat down beside you on the bed, trailing his fingers over your face, brushing your hair out of the way tenderly. You looked so beautiful this way, peaceful in a way he was almost jealous of; he closed his eyes as he leaned down and kissed you softly, moving his lips even though yours were slack and still.

Past the taste of alcohol, there was something distinctly unique to you, and he took in a deep breath as he sought more of it, adjusting himself until he was on top of you... just having you beneath him was such a rush.

He licked over your lips, even nibbled on them before holding your jaw so he could open your mouth wider and taste inside of it. “Baby,” he whispered to you, heart swelling at the chance to finally call you something that friends don’t call each other— only lovers. “Baby,” he said again, mumbled into the kiss, “you’re so beautiful…”

He precariously balanced on one arm while using the other to feel all over your body through your clothes— and even under them, for a moment, as his hand awkwardly snaked up your shirt and squeezed your tits through your bra.

Suddenly he pulled back with a new desperation, sitting up and breaking the kiss as he started to undress you. “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he cooed at you quietly, starting to lift your shirt to expose a bit of your hips and stomach.

It was pretty difficult to push your shirt up, since your weight was holding the back of it down, and so he had to awkwardly lift your limp upper body to finally pull the fabric aside before he laid you back down and carefully— gently, with reverence— exposed your bra which itself he pulled down with much less care.

“Oh, god,” he groaned as he got an eyeful, and then a handful, of your tits. “Fuck, wanted to touch you for so long…”

You were so warm, in fact you were hot to the touch, and he hoped his hands weren’t too cold for you… but then again, you couldn’t feel any of it, could you? Did you even care?

For cold hands or not, your nipples started to get harder and he smiled to himself. “You’re sensitive here, just like I imagined. I’m gonna suck on them,” he promised as he started to lean down, pushing them together a bit to make them easier to reach. With a hum he wrapped his lips around one bud and closed his eyes, swirling his tongue and moaning at the taste of your skin. Already his hips were rocking forward into the air just a bit, his cock throbbing and eager to be inside you. But he couldn’t stop doing this to deal with that, couldn’t stop suckling on your perfect tits, going back and forth and massaging them both as he let his tongue explore you.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned against your skin, “you’ve got such perfect tits… you like being sucked here, don’t you? I bet your pussy’s getting so wet.”

As his cock flexed in his pants again, he found the strength to let go so he could move on to better things.

“Let’s find out,” he decided as he sat up and moved down your body to start opening your jeans.

If he thought your shirt was awkward to remove, your jeans were a whole other story; he had to fiddle with the button and fly for quite a while since his hands were starting to shake from the adrenaline rush of it all, and then it took several hard yanks to get the tight denim down your legs. He considered just getting them down enough to do his business and be on with it, but decided it would be better to see all of you— and so he stood up off the bed for a moment, though it felt a bit awkward physically with his cock doing its best try to bust right out of his trousers, and pulled the jeans off over your feet which he also relieved of their socks.

“Aw, you even have pretty feet,” he cooed as he cradled one in his hand briefly before climbing back up over you— after all he’d seen them before when you wore sandals and while he’d always found it a bit titillating when you wore them with your toenails painted in bright colours, they were absolutely nowhere near the main event tonight.

His hands ran over your legs, admiring the smoothness of your skin as he carefully held and lifted each one, moving them out further to spread your legs. Again, they were heavier than he expected as dead weight, and the softness of the bed meant that they sort of rolled back a bit so he had to move them more than he expected at first, but it was worth it to have you spread out beneath him like this with only your panties and rolled up shirt to cover you.

“I can just… pull these aside…” he mumbled as he hooked a finger into the fabric of your panties, revealing your cunt— and god, just the sight of it nearly pushed him over the edge right then and there. What a waste it would’ve been to come this far and just end up coming in his pants at the sight of you, so it was a good thing he held it off just barely. “Mein Gott, you have such a beautiful pussy,” he sighed. “It smells good… I wanna taste it. I’ve never tasted a pussy before…”

Carefully, he leaned in and gave an experimental lick to your folds, moaning softly at the taste. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he liked it more than he thought he would, going in again to get a more thorough taste. That said, as soon as he started to push his tongue into you, he knew he needed to feel inside you with something much more capable of appreciating every detail of you. He breathed heavily as he quickly brought his fingers up to your entrance, pushing in one but adding a second right away once he felt the warm perfection of your channel. This he’d done before— fingering, that is— and it had been rather lackluster so he hadn’t realised how much he would enjoy it when it was you; you were so much warmer, and wetter, and tighter… his fingers curled slightly to press against your walls, his attempt to feel every detail of your body, and he moaned as he sucked on your clit while he pumped his fingers.

One more flex of his cock against the confines of his trousers made one thing very clear: now, or never.

“Fuck,” he groaned beneath his breath as he sat up quickly, pulling his fingers out of you to use two hands to fumble over his belt and jeans, “need to be inside you— m’gonna fuck you baby, you want it? Yeah, you wanna be fucked, don’t you?”

You were, of course, still and silent… but your pussy was wet, you obviously wanted him.

He shouldn’t have rushed it quite so much but the moment he pulled his cock out, he found himself leaning forward and hovering over you again, swiping the head through your folds to coat himself in your wetness. As soon as he felt your entrance, he pushed all the way inside.

“Fuck!” he moaned loudly at the overwhelming feeling of you— so hot he thought he might burn up and he wouldn’t even mind it— already bucking his hips as he thrusted quickly. Lost in the feeling, he threw his head back for a moment and blindly searched with his hand until he found a breast to grab onto. “Oh my god, you feel so good, baby…”

He didn’t have much freedom to move his legs since he’d only pushed his pants down just enough to get inside you, but he found a way to make it work anyways, just from pure desperation. After a moment, he looked down at your sleeping face, tossing around slightly as his thrusts rocked your unconscious body, and you looked so angelic that he just had to lean down to kiss you again. So he did, and he did so hungrily, passionately, moans echoing into your mouth, as he already felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

“Taking me so good,” he praised roughly, “feels like you were made for me… you’re fucking tight, too, how am I supposed to pull out when you’re this tight? Oh fuck, I have to come inside you— I can’t pull out, you feel too good, and you’re not awake to yell at me anyways…”

Truth be told, he had no plan for when you woke up tomorrow, sore and leaking his come. He’d never thought that far ahead, not even when he was buying the sedative for your drink. All he could think about was this moment, this exact place that he knew he was meant to be: inside you.

“Gonna fill you with it,” he promised with a grunt as he kissed his way across your cheek to the crook of your neck where he buried his face as he thrusted faster. “O-oh god, I’m close, I’m so fucking close, just— just like that, baby— fuck!”

He may have caught a little glimpse of heaven as he came inside you, each pulse of his orgasm running straight down to the base of his cock and making his balls tighten so hard that it would’ve probably been painful were it not for the euphoria superseding everything. He gave you a few more weak thrusts, not pulling out very far since he couldn’t manage being anything but buried completely inside you, before the waves subsided and he collapsed on top of you.

“You’re so amazing, baby, Mein Gott,” he breathed as he kissed all over your face, “look how fast you made me come, you’re fucking perfect.”

He let himself rest for a little while, content to just stay inside you for as long as he could stand it, before sitting back up again and very carefully pulling himself out of you.

That first one only took the edge off; now that he was thinking somewhat clearly again, he could take the time to do this right— he carefully pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them aside along with your shirt and bra once he’d figured out how to get them off somehow.

He really savored you this time: kissed you all over, talked softly to you about everything he couldn’t wait to do to your pliant body, ran his hands over anywhere he could reach. He even played with your clit, watching the way it made your walls flex which pushed a bit of his come out every time. “I love the way your pussy looks, baby, it’s so fucking sexy,” he grinned. “And you know what? I think it looks even better with my come leaking out of it. You want more? I can give you more, baby, I have so much left to give— I’m gonna use you until my balls are empty and all my come is inside you. We’ve got all night, after all.”

He stripped himself as well, wanting to feel your skin against his this time, and stroked himself for a moment as he stared down at your body, laying there at his disposal. He couldn’t even count how many times he had jerked off imagining being with you, and now his dreams were coming true, if maybe not exactly the way he would’ve predicted.

On his knees between your spread legs, he lifted your hips up and propped you up just how he wanted you before pushing inside, groaning instantly not only from your warmth but also because of the way his own come eased his path and left you dripping wet. “Oh fuck,” he breathed, placing one hand beside your head so he could hover over you while the other squeezed your hips tightly.

But now that he’d already come before, he had some real stamina to work with and that gave him time to move you into a new position— just for fun, he turned you onto your stomach and fucked you from behind for a while. He was definitely a breast man all things considered, but he was absolutely not one to let a great ass go to waste; he loved watching yours ripple each time he slammed into you, pushing your back down to force it to arch a bit.

“You probably like taking it from behind, don’t you? Is this how you liked to get fucked?” he taunted with a groan. “Yeah, I think you like it— I think you’re a bit of a slut, hm?”

He took your absence of response as a yes, squeezing handfuls of your ass before spanking you a few times for good measure.

After that, he pushed your legs up to your shoulders, groaning in awe of such a lovely view of your pussy and face at the same time. This time when he pushed his cock into you, he felt himself hit the very end of your body— he moaned as he realized his cock was using all of you, really claiming you as his own. He needed to come this deep in you, he needed it like he had never needed anything before.

Soon enough it ended up with your legs draped over his shoulders and his hands roughly grabbing at your tits, and that transitioned naturally into him slipping his arms under your back and holding you tight as he fucked you fast, rough, needy— animalistic, near the end.

He let his mind run wild with some insane idea of what it might be like if you were awake: in his fantasy you were begging him for more, moaning about how he was the best you ever had, digging your nails into his back as he brought you to ecstasy with only his cock. You seemed like the type to cry with joy when you came really hard, at least that’s what he’d imagined before, and so he thought he might kiss your tears away while he spoke his little praises to you, hearing your sounds of pleasure right against his ear.

Suddenly he pressed his lips to yours again, almost wishing you could kiss him back properly but appreciating that this was the best he could do for now— and it still did plenty for him, making his cock start to flex inside you as his second orgasm drew closer.

“You’ll make me come, baby— you’re so good, I’m gonna come in you again,” he whispered against your lips. “Oh, Liebling, you’re going to be so full of my come, do you think you can take it all? Can you take everything, baby?”

It was different from the first one: in some ways more intense, kind of building on the last, and in some ways more subdued as he knew a bit more of what to expect by now. But it was no less incredible, and he moaned loudly into his unrequited kiss as he filled you once again.

Once the most intense pangs of sensation had faded, once the ringing in his ears had stopped, and once he’d (mostly) caught his breath, he sat up slowly and looked down at where your bodies were joined. It had, understandably, made a bit of a mess to come inside you twice in a row— he hopped up from the beg on slightly-wobbly legs to retrieve a damp cloth, cleaning his cock first before giving your pussy at least a cursory, exterior wipe down like any gentleman would.

He knew there was no real point in getting you fully cleaned up since he’d be back to use you again soon enough. But that was a ways out from now since he definitely needed a while to recover.

With a parting kiss to your forehead and a brief search for his boxers, Alex left the bedroom to forage the kitchen for something to restore some energy. He settled on a coffee (there was still plenty of night left that he would definitely prefer to be awake for), an apple, and some orange-chocolate biscuits, which he enjoyed while he turned on the TV and watched whatever was left before the end of broadcast.

Of course, with nothing interesting to watch, he found himself not really paying much attention as his mind wandered to other things. Most of all, for the first time he considered his plan for after the pill wore off and you had questions. The most thorough solution would be to give you a bath to get his fingerprints off of your skin and his come out of you, then to redress you in your clothes from the bar and simply say that you passed out and he gave you the bed while he slept on the couch.

Another option, though more dangerous, might be a bit more fun: he could leave at least some of his come inside you before he redressed you, just to know he’d left a bit of himself behind.

And, of course, there was always his last resort, perhaps the most obvious but highest risk solution. He could admit that something had happened, but try to convince you that it was of your doing, a drunken initiation that you simply couldn’t remember. But even then, it would all depend on what you remembered of the moments at the bar before blacking out; and considering the thorough beating your pussy had been receiving so far tonight and would continue to be receiving, the odds were probably pretty low that he could convince your hungover self in the morning that nothing had happened. Not that Alex would know, but he had a pretty good feeling that a sore vagina is not a common side effect of a hangover for women.

His cock started to stir as he imagined the absolute best case scenario when you woke up in the morning.

Alex, what happened last night? Did we have sex?

Yes, baby, and it was amazing, I just wish you could remember it.

Oh, Alex, I’ve been waiting so long for you to just man up and take me— you’re all I ever wanted.

I know, baby, but I’m sorry I had to go about it that way, giving you that pill in your drink. I just had to be sure you wouldn’t say no to me, I couldn’t take it if you did.

I’d never say no to you, Alex, and I never, ever will. I wouldn’t even know how, not after last night— I know that we’re meant to be together now. You shouldn’t apologize for drugging me either, I should be thanking you. We can finally be together, I can finally be all yours… come here and make love to me again, I promise I’m going to remember it this time— I’ll remember it for the rest of my life.

And to make up for such a one-sided night of passion before, he decided that this time you’d be loud and proud, even bordering on dominant by riding him with reckless abandon— bouncing happily on his cock and bringing yourself pleasure like you’ve never known before. But, of course, you’d both be well aware who was really in charge, who you really belonged to.

Alex, I’m yours— my body is yours, my heart is yours, everything, it’s all yours… I swear, nobody’s ever made me feel like you do, you can have me whenever you want me— use me, Alex, I love you, I love you!

Fuck, he was hard again. Way harder than he had any right to be considering how he’d spent the night so far. He could even just barely see a little stain of precum on his boxers by the tip of his cock, hard to make out with only the dim, blue-ish glow of the TV to see by.

But thankfully, while you were here, no boner would go to waste— he stood up and stretched away the soreness that had settled in from sitting on the couch for a while, before walking to his bedroom and cracking the door open. You were laying there, exactly as he’d left you, and even though it was no surprise at all he still smiled to himself proudly.

“Hey baby,” he grinned as he slipped off his boxers and hopped onto the bed beside your motionless body, “you’ve been waiting for me, huh?”

He ran his fingers down your stomach, over your thighs, then came back up to start to touch your pussy. He still couldn’t believe how soft and silky it was, you were just too good to be true— and here you were, spread out on his bed for him to use as much as he liked, his best friend turned into his own personal sex doll.

The only shame was that the drug would wear off eventually, and he couldn’t just use you this way forever. It was only one night, at least until he found a way to do it again, and he needed to make the most of it.

So, not looking to waste any more time, he climbed up on top of you and rubbed his cock over your pussy— wet and spread out on display for him, though even wetter after he took a moment to pull back and spit on it— while his mouth laved at your hardening nipples. Honestly, he could probably come just from this, just from rubbing himself on you and sucking on your tits, but why do that when he could fuck you again?

He held your legs apart for himself as he pushed inside, purring as he felt your swollen channel struggle slightly to accommodate him. “Aw, it’s not too big for you, is it baby?” he taunted you with a smirk. “You can take it all, right? Yeah you can, that’s my good girl…”

He fucked you a little faster right away, focusing his hands and mouth on your breasts for a while and wondering if he might find the self-discipline to pull out and come on your tits this time. Probably not, but it was fun to imagine. He always thought your tits just deserved to be covered in his come, though, ever since you wore that one dress that showed them off just a little too much and it made him too horny to even really be jealous that you were putting yourself on display like that.

You dressed a little too provocatively, all things considered; he never got his head around on how all these controlling douchebag boyfriends of yours let you leave the house like that. If you were his girlfriend, he’d treat you loads better than any of them did, but one thing he’d be sure of is to dress you up in baggy sweatshirts as much as he could get away with. No more of those tops with the straps as thin as a noodle and the jeans so tight that every guy who walked by was obviously staring at you. A body as lovely as yours would need to stay Alex’s-eyes-only, if you two were ever going to end up together. But obviously, tonight proved that Alex was more confident than ever that that could never really happen. It was nice to play pretend for the night, though.

“You’re taking it so good, baby, look at you,” he groaned as he sat up a bit to get a glimpse of your cunt stretched wide around his cock. “Can you believe it fits? I can, I know you were made to take it— ‘cause you’re my girl, huh? All mine…”

For all intents and purposes, he was talking to himself; but as stupid as it was, it worked.

“Yeah, you’re all mine,” he continued, fucking you faster, “this pussy belongs to me, all my come inside it makes that pretty fucking clear, don’t you think? Such a beautiful little pussy and it’s all mine.”

Overcome by it all, he leaned down to rest his head beside yours while he fucked you, feeling a thin layer of sweat gather around most of his body from the exertion of fucking you as hard as he was.

“You’re never gonna let anybody else touch you,” he demanded against your shoulder, “‘cause you’re mine, baby, and nobody else is ever gonna fuck you… just me, you’re gonna be mine, Liebling.”

He heard you let out a little sigh and at first it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced— the closest he’d ever gotten to hearing you moan for him— but then he pulled back and saw your eyes blinking open and staring straight up at him…

And suddenly it was the most terrifying thing he’d ever experienced.

A rush of adrenaline— much less enjoyable than before— shot through him and left him petrified as he stared back at you.

“...A-Alex?” you croaked out weakly. “What’s happening?”

Even in his state of terror, he was moving on pure instinct: and his instinct was to keep fucking you. He couldn’t stop, not even staring you down like this, not even moments away from facing the very terrible consequences of his very terrible actions. “You’re dreaming,” he blurted out suddenly, suppressing a moan as he felt you squirm a bit beneath him— it made you even tighter when you struggled. “This is just a dream…”

You reached up, a pathetically weak attempt to push him away, and he quickly pinned your arms down beside your head.

“You’re just dreaming, baby,” he repeated in a groan, “a really, really amazing dream.”

You whimpered a bit but didn’t say anything else, eyes falling shut again; he carefully leaned down to press his face into your neck, kissing along your pulse and up to your ear.

“You’ve dreamed about this before, haven’t you?” he whispered to you softly. “You’ve dreamed about how good it would be if you let your best friend fuck you. And it feels good, doesn’t it? I dreamed about this too. For as long as I knew you.”

When he looked up at your eyes again, they were still shut, and your breathing started to slow down again. He couldn’t say for sure that you were asleep quite in the same way you had been before, but you weren’t awake the way you’d been before, either.

The safest option, of course, would be to stop now— but he was too close to coming a third time and he just couldn’t bring himself to stop moving when the slick friction was just so fucking good.

He tried not to be too rough so he wouldn’t jostle you awake, and even just that took all that was left of his willpower; it wasn’t all too much later that he came inside you one last time, whispering to you about how this might be the last time, but that he hopes you enjoyed your strange little dream about making love with your best friend.

Truth be told, he didn’t mean to fall asleep in the manner that he did— that being on top of you— but the coffee did little to keep him up compared to the sedative of three orgasms and your perfect pussy keeping him warm all night…

By the time he woke up, though, you two had migrated apart slightly, though you were still tangled up in his arms with your head on his chest.

Smiling down at you, he let himself run his fingers lightly over your back, over your arm draped on his chest, before he felt you start to stir with the sunlight in the window shining on your face.

You hummed a little, starting to move, but he thought he might’ve caught the moment you realised you were laying next to someone— and you looked up at him with those pretty eyes all confused. “Alex?” you groaned.

“Morning,” he greeted, trying to mimic the hungover exhaustion that tinted your voice.

“Oh Christ are we—” you choked, glancing down at his bare chest. “I think we’re naked.”

“That… seems to be the case, yes,” he agreed awkwardly.

“Did we…?” you prompted, looking up at him in a way that made it painfully ambiguous what answer you might prefer.

“I don’t know, we were both pretty wasted,” he offered, banking on you not remembering him being much more composed than you when you passed out. “What do you remember last?”

“Um, the bar…” you trailed off. “And we were walking outside…”

“Yeah, that’s kind of where my memory cuts off, too,” he bluffed with a nervous chuckle.

He saw your eyes get wide for a second before they darted away, and he raised an eyebrow. “Oh… oh shit,” you choked as you sat up suddenly, trying to cover yourself as you searched near the bed for your discarded clothes.

“What? What’s going on?” he asked quickly.

“I, uh, remember one other thing,” you explained pointedly, finally finding your panties and slipping them back on under the covers.

“Well, what is it?” he asked, but you ignored him as you searched for your bra. “Hey,” he barked, grabbing your shoulder as he sat up, and finally you faced him again, “what do you remember?”

“Well,” you sighed, “I, uh… I think I can say with complete confidence that we fucked last night.”

“Wait, what? Are you sure?” he pressed, sitting up a little straighter.

“I… remember,” you explained, “just a little bit.”

He just prayed that you didn’t remember that little bit where he drugged you. “Well, what happened?”

“I don’t know, okay? I just remember you on top of me and—”

“And?”

You swallowed thickly, and he had to hide a smirk when he realized what the rest of your sentence was. And it felt good.

“I should go…” you mumbled awkwardly, and he reached out to grab your arm.

“Wait, please,” he begged, and you looked back at him with watery eyes. “Look, I’m not sure what happened last night, but maybe it wasn’t a mistake— I mean, how can we be sure if we don’t give it a shot?”

You tilted your mouth a bit as you considered it.

“I mean, they say alcohol takes away your inhibitions, not that it gives you new ideas, right?” he added. “So we both got way too drunk and… if this is where we ended up, then maybe this is what we both really wanted all along.”

He scooted a bit closer to you on the bed, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed as you leaned into his chest, relaxing a bit. “I just don’t want to lose this,” you breathed. “You know: this.”

“Of course,” he agreed, “we’re always gonna be best friends, nothing can change that.”

He leaned in to kiss your temple… then your cheek… then just below your ear...

“Alex,” you breathed as he slowly laid you down and pressed you back into the mattress, but you jumped a little bit when he pressed his cock against your thigh. “Alex!”

“C’mon, baby, let’s remember together,” he encouraged with kisses all over your neck, grinning as your back arched.

“But… but we’re just friends,” you protested.

“Not anymore,” he purred. “I don’t remember much, but I remember you begging me for more. You loved my cock way too much for us to just be friends now, Liebling.”

For all the conflict on your face, your legs spreading open for him was pretty unambiguous. Your mind might have missed the memo, but your body was already used to him. With you conscious he could make you come around him, he could hear you moan his name, he could make you beg him to come inside you… the possibilities were really endless.

He should’ve known he’d never have the self-control to let it just be one night; he was a goner from the beginning, he’d do anything to have you— lie, steal, kill, spike your drink— and he wasn’t going to let you get away so easily, not when you were finally right here in his arms.

“You’re gonna be mine, baby,” he whispered in your ear as he slowly pushed his cock inside you once again, “all mine.”

#dark!alex kerner x reader #alex kerner dark fic #alex kerner noncon #yep this is where we're at folks #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl dark fic

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fuckyeahisawthat · 4 years

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I'm just curious (still learning) at what point after 1100 AD would Joe and Nicky been in actual danger due to homophobia? At what point would they have to start lying to people about the nature of their amazing relationship, just to stay safe? Thanks!

(This is in reference to this post, in which I skimmed over like 900 years of sociological changes in identity formation in very very broad strokes.)

So. Here’s the thing. As “western” queer people in the modern world, I think we highly associate safety with being able to be out of the closet. Can I kiss my partner in public or walk down the street holding hands without fear of encountering hate speech or physical violence? Can I tell my friends, family and coworkers about my relationship without fear of social ostracization or economic consequences?

But that’s a very modern perspective. Between “pride parade!!” and “we will definitely be murdered if anyone finds out we are lovers,” there is...A LOT of space for different kinds of historical queer experience.

So it’s not so much that Yusuf and Nicolò could be safely “out of the closet” in 12th century Baghdad but not in 19th century London. It’s not quite as far from that as you might think. But they wouldn’t have thought about it that way.

In the first few hundred years of their existence, the Islamic world was...full of contradictions when it came to homosexuality. You had a strong taboo against adult men being the receptive partner in penetrative sex, but you also had poets--like, the most famous poets of their times--writing tons of homoerotic poetry about desiring young men and boys, and that was normal and even celebrated. (If you’re familiar with the sexual mores of ancient Greece...lots of similarities here.) You had clerics writing about how there should be harsh punishments for “sodomy,” but in practice in everyday life very, very few people were ever actually disciplined in the legal system for something like that. And other forms of sexual activity between men, like kissing and various forms of non-penetrative sex, were just...not a big deal. At the same time there was kind of an unspoken “don’t ask, don’t tell” social contract around sex between men. Like, we know this thing is definitely happening, and we’re not going to talk about it, and that’s what makes it socially acceptable to continue happening. So you can have a society that in the written, religious record looks fairly intolerant toward sex between men; in practice is actually quite tolerant; where everyone sort of knows things about certain people, but where no one is really “out” in the modern sense of the terms.

At the same time, pretty much everywhere in the world at this time but definitely in the Middle East, casual touch between men was much more normalized. Two men holding hands or linking arms when walking down the street, sitting pressed up next to each other, falling asleep with your head on your male companion’s shoulder...a whole range of things that look decidedly snuggly to our modern gaze would have been totally acceptable between friends of the same gender, and would not have been considered sexual in any way. (This is still true in much of the Middle East today.)

So you can easily imagine a scenario where, like, Nicolò is lounging with his head on Yusuf’s shoulder, eating dates and listening to some saucy Abu Nuwas poem being recited, and then they go back to their private quarters and they have as much sex as they want. Are they “out”? Not really. Is anyone bothering them about how they’re living their lives? Not in the slightest. Do some people in that room see them and know? Probably, but that’s their private business and we’re not gonna talk about it. Frankly that sounds like a pretty sweet existence for a 12th century queer.

To be fair, they have a few advantages. They’re men, which means no one will really question them traveling together, without wives or families. They can easily say they’re friends or business partners and no one will really give it a second thought. I’m sure having to break off contact with their families was sad, but it’s also the case that there’s no one around asking when they’re going to get married to a woman and have children so we have someone to inherit the family business. It gives them a kind of freedom that a lot of other queer people around them wouldn’t have had.

I think once they meet up with Andy and Quynh, they do do things like pretending to be two married couples traveling together. But that’s more because of sexism, because two unmarried women traveling with two men who were not their husbands would turn some heads.

In Europe at the time, Christian theology is pretty not-into all kinds of non-procreative sex, but sex between men is not necessarily viewed as a worse sin than, say, masturbation, or sex between men and women out of wedlock. And it’s like, a category of sin that a lot of people are doing all the time, so if you were to confess such a thing to your local priest, you would be told to do penance but the consequences would be fairly mild. And many of the same things regarding casual touch hold true. Various rituals of kissing, including men kissing men on the mouth, are used as greetings, to seal contracts, and as part of mass.

Medieval Europe also had a concept variously called passionate, romantic, or chivalric friendship--close relationships between two people of the same gender that could be long-lasting, physically affectionate, emotionally intense in a way we would today read as romantic, and (allegedly) celibate. Were some of these passionate friendships actually queer relationships with a sexual component that just wasn’t talked about? Probably. Were some of them what we would define as queerplatonic or homoromantic asexual relationships today? Probably. Is it even useful to try to stuff these experiences into modern relationship categories? Debatable. The point is...the borders between what was defined as friendship, romance and love were different. Two men who traveled together, slept in the same bed, shared resources, were emotionally intimate with each other, and otherwise entwined their lives would not necessarily have been assumed to be sex partners in medieval Europe. And (I think this is the important part) Yusuf and Nicolò would not necessarily have seen being perceived as passionate friends as “hiding” the true nature of their relationship or as assigning some lesser value to it.

In terms of how they are perceived in public, I think things really don’t start to change until the early 20th century. It’s a gradual process, but over the first half of the 20th century, more or less, affectionate touch between men becomes defined as “gay” and a mainstream (straight) masculinity that is concerned with defining itself as “not gay” emerges. Affectionate touch, and then any show of loving emotion between men, gradually becomes less and less acceptable, to a degree that probably seems absurd to two 900-year-old Mediterraneans. (The absurdity is really well-expressed in the van scene, which is literally like “Bro is it gay to [checks notes]...express concern about the well-being of the person you were just violently kidnapped with?”)

Like, on the one hand, you have queer people talking openly about their sexuality in ways that were not an option at earlier times in their lives. But at the same time you have to be careful holding hands walking down the high street now because someone might chuck an empty beer bottle at you. Must’ve been a real wild transition for them.

#the old guard #long post #joe x nicky #nicolò di genova #yusuf al kaysani #queers through the ages #asks answered #graceundersunshine

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mosshead-lover · 3 years

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A to Z with Capt’n Levi

Levi Headcanons

A/n: I was suddenly short of words when I was writing this. Lol. I managed to finish. Lemme know how you like it, okay? * Baby bear face*

A: Attention - Loves getting attention from you, especially when swarmed with work, when you offer to make tea or a back massage, or even take care of his hardness. He loves them all equally.

B: Books - One of the traits Levi admires in you is that you read. He often offers to read to you and asks you to correct him if he mispronounces something. Since he grew up underground and never had access to proper education, he is kind of conscious of his spellings. The grave expression he makes as he starts reading makes him look like an innocent kid that thinks he is on the most critical mission of his lifetime.

C: Chivalry - The Captain is chivalrous, indeed. He often brings you flowers. All white, however. He believes in the purity of love and which other colors can signify it better. Moreover, it's his favorite.

D: Dirty Talk - Levi sucks at it, okay? His blunt honesty doesn’t aid the fact.

You: So, you have been accused of damaging someone’s private property, causing flood after flood. I must take you into custody(eying at the bed).

Him: Oh.

You: (trying to keep up) Will you take a look at the damage you’ve caused?

Him: Sure.

E: Enthuse(what excites him?) - It may sound cliche but, You calling him *Captain* when alone is the biggest turn on for him.

F: Foreplay - Levi likes feeling every inch of your body before he gets on with the actual business. He nibbles and kisses the most random places, making your body ask for more, slowly making his way to the sensitive parts. So, You tell me, who’s the king of foreplay?

G: Gifts- Levi doesn't wait for an occasion to get you something, nor do you. If you come across a vintage teapot or a new cleaning tool, you pick it up immediately. Likewise, if he finds something that you’d use or look good on you, he is bringing it home.

H: Hugs- Levi isn't much of a hugger but offers to when you are super low and need comfort. Levi always rests his chin on your shoulder when he hugs you. Back hugs, on the other hand, are very common to him. Especially after a long day, he wants to come home to your warmth and nothing else.

I: Ideal Date- Levi has enough adventures at work already so, Home dates are a luxury for him and you. You begin with morning tea and a little chat. You cook breakfast together and clean too before hitting the bedroom. Aftercare includes a shower, hair drying, and a little snack followed by his wholesome tea. You might go on a small horse ride or a walk in the evening.

J: Jealousy - Levi doesn’t show envy. If something is bothering him, he will be honest with you about it. But, he is sure to lose it if someone stares at you or makes you feel uncomfortable.

K: Kill - Would he kill for you? Ack. You know it already!

L: Liquor (Do you get drunk together?)-

Occasionally you do. Levi seems to hold his booze quite well. Levi does enjoy watching you get drunk and go berserk. Of course, he is there if things go out of hand. That's why you drink crazy in the first place.

M: Massages - He is on the receiving end, mostly. Since he stays awake late at night working, you often offer him shoulder massages.

N: Nos(Turnoffs) - Not addressing the elephant in the room, untidiness, and cold tea.

O: Ogle - Was he ogling you before you got together? Yes. Does he still do? YES! and you love it when those bluish-grey deep set of eyes check you out like it's the first time. The captain’s eyes speak louder than his mouth, and you're more than okay with it.

P: PDA-Levi isn’t a fan tbh. The most you do is hold hands in public except on the last Valentine's day when you were crossing the bridge. The atmosphere was so irresistible that you had to kiss him.

Q: Quarrel- Like any other couple, you have your differences too. Friction between you two is mostly because of Levi’s poor work-life balance and his OCD. Nothing that can't be taken care of before the day ends.

R: Roleplaying- Housekeeper and the owner any day. Oh, and you switch the roles too. Guess who looks darn cute wearing that white lacy headpiece?

S: Snuggles- Does he get Cozy with you often? Not really. Not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just that he can’t initiate. He never discourages you from snuggling up to him. You spoon most of the winter nights.

T: Tickle - Is he Ticklish? Surprisingly Yes. Humanity’s strongest soldier is also one big ass sensitive baby. A Tickle battle is one of those rare things that gets a peal of laughter out of him.

U: Underrated part- His butt! His sinfully sexy butt. You often kindle him by whacking that piece of art. His reaction is worth a million dollars.

V: Variety - Who brings in variety in the relationship? You, Definitely. You are always trying out new stuff. Thanks to his honest feedback, it’s easier to find something you both like, sooner.

W: Walks- When Levi doesn’t have to jump right back to work after dinner, he asks you to go on walks. They are the best. You get to catch up with each other’s day, and Levi is usually in a good mood post walks.

X: X-mas - Well, Christmas is just a decoy. What is more important is his birthday, which falls on the same day. He doesn't like celebrating or even remembering it. The last time you baked a cake and wished him, he said.

”I see. You're eager to celebrate me getting another year closer to death,”

You stopped bothering him since then. You still decorate the house, bake his favorite cookies, and dress up. His birthday coinciding with Christmas is a blessing in disguise, after all.

Y: Yes - Stuff that might seem annoying but, Levi doesn’t mind- A little goofy-ness, snapping at him, messing up his hair, and mimicking him.

Z: Zzzzz/Sleep - What type of a sleeper is he? Levi doesn't snore but moves a lot in his sleep! Often he wakes up in the middle of the night, settles on a chair for the rest of the night. Despite you assuring that throwing his limbs around in sleep does not bother you.

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Haikyuu!! Boys getting accidentally flashed by their girlfriend

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi and Daishou

TW- second hand embarrassment, flashing someone, mentions of cleavage and underwear.

Akaashi Keiji:

You knew he was coming over today, you just forgot..that he....was coming over today....

In all fairness, you tried to look at least a little presentable, but after you threw on some sweatpants and a sports bra, you kind of got distracted?

And seeing as at the moment it was just you, chilling around in a sports bra didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Which is why when you heard a soft knock at your door and your name being called by your boyfriend, you didn’t hesitate to say ‘come in’, not realizing your mistake until he walked in.

As soon as you saw his eyes widen and the tips of his ears turn red, you remembered not finishing getting dressed.

Being the gentleman he is he promptly turned around and let you put a shirt on.

I’m sure you’ll laugh about it someday but until then...suffer lol.

Washio Tatsuki:

You had been invited to the beach with your boyfriend’s high school volleyball team, Fukurodani.

Seeing as they are a volleyball team, they decided to play a game of beach volleyball, you and the two managers were of course included.

Everything was going great. Your team was winning, Bokuto hadn’t gone into an emo mode, and everyone was having fun.

Everything was perfect until a wonky spike made by Konoha went a little further than you had anticipated, causing you to drive for it.

Surprising even yourself, you successfully got the ball up. But as soon as you stood up, Washio pulled you into a tight hug, looking up to him from your place at his chest you were met with the reddest face you’ve ever seen from your boyfriend.

We’re talking redder than when he asked you to be his girlfriend red.

You asked him ‘What?’ and he said in a small voice, ‘your top came off’.

Looking down, you indeed realized that your top had come completely off, but thanks to your boyfriend’s quick reflex’s, no one other than you and poor, poor Washio saw anything.

Continuing to shield you from your friends, he quickly picked up your top, dusted it off and handed it to you, turning around so you could put it on, and tying it so you both could be sure it wouldn’t come undone again.

Konoha Akinori:

You and your boyfriend had been hanging out at your house during the summer.

It had become increasingly hotter throughout the day, so you ran up to your room to change into something a bit cooler. You didn’t think anything of it when you chose a comfortable tank top to wear, figuring you were at home anyways so it didn’t matter.

You of course missed the slight widening of your boyfriends eyes when you came downstairs.

You two were just chilling at the table drinking some iced tea, scrolling on your phones and what not, when you leaned down onto your elbows.

The tank top you were wearing was less than helpful, because along with you leaning forward, your top was cut quite low.

Fortunately you caught it pretty quickly and of course apologized to your boyfriend. He muttered a ‘it’s fine’ before awkwardly laughing and moving on, leaning down so his hair could hide just how pink his cheeks had gotten.

Little do the two of you know how long that will haunt both of you.

Kita Shinsuke:

The two of you were on a date, you guys had just gotten out of the movies and were talking and walking around the nearby park.

The two of you were walking hand in hand, just enjoying being in each other’s presence really.

You were just about to tell him something when the wind picked up, picking your skirt up along with it.

You of course were quick to grab the hem of your skirt to tug it back down, but the damage had already been done.

He had been looking at you waiting for you to speak when your skirt had lifted. Giving him a...view. You were quick to apologize, and so was he. He assured you he didn’t see anything....but the thing was level with your waist so you know he did, he’s just too much of gentleman to embarrass you further.

Suna Rintaro:

Every morning, one of the first things you do is send your boyfriend a ‘good morning’ snap.

It was a normal, everyday thing, so you didn’t think much of it when you sent the first picture you took.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t look back at the picture you had taken.

About five minutes later you received a snap back from your boyfriend.

It was a picture with his hand over his eyes and a caption that said ‘look down’, and after doing so and realizing the shirt you had slept in had slipped down, you were quick to send back another picture (this time with a fixed top) apologizing.

Him being the chill guy he is let it go, but it did end up being quite the wake up for both of you.

Ushjima Wakatoshi:

You had expressed to your boyfriend that you had wanted to start exercising more, and with him being the fitness buff he is, he was more than happy to help.

The two of you were working out at your house, just a simple warm up and some lighter exercises so you could get used to it.

You got into a plank position and got started, or did your best, him being the great boyfriend he is encouraged you and kept his mouth shut.

Well, about the pushups anyways. Not long after you had started he had leaned over and pulled your top further down your back, telling you it was showing your chest as he leaned back like nothing had happened.

Realization kicked in not long after for you, realizing that not only had you flashed your boyfriend, but he had nonchalantly fixed your top for you like nothing had happened at all.

Then again, that’s only because you were too focused on your own embarrassment to notice the light pink dusting his face.

Yahaba Shigeru:

Every morning Yahaba picked you up for school and the two of you drove together.

And seeing as it was now in the warmer months of the school year, you no longer had to wear tights and could now just wear the skirt.

When you guys got to the school Yahaba exited the car and made his way to your door to open it like he did every morning.

And after months of not having to worry about showing anything you had swung your legs out of the car like you had in the winter.

Except that now there were no tights to stop from showing your underwear off when your skirt had lifted, giving an unintentional ‘show’ to your chivalrous, albeit now red, boyfriend.

You now wear shorts under your skirt.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

You had a habit of taking your boyfriend’s clothes, his sweatshirts being your favorite item of his to leech.

Currently you were wearing a gray hoodie he had bought recently, but let you borrow since he knows how much you like wearing them.

Usually he has no problem with you wearing his stuff, but for this particular look, he just so happened to need the one you were currently wearing.

He asked for it, and you being the benevolent girlfriend you are, gladly gave it to him.

Er, you tried to, you had a little trouble getting it over your head. In other words, you were stuck.

Calling for help from your beefy boyfriend you tried once again to get it off.

Iwaizumi, being the benevolent boyfriend he is, tried to help you untangle yourself from the sweatshirt. Only to be flashed when you finally got it off your head.

The particular sweatshirt you were wearing was a bit of a tighter fit, and it caught the sleeves of your shirt juuust right to where when you two finally got it off, it took your shirt along with it.

Iwaizumi froze before picking up another sweatshirt of his and shoving it over your head, mumbling things before he stopped when he heard your laugh mixed with apologies.

He now makes sure to ask for his sweatshirts in advance.

Futakuchi Kenji:

The two of you had decided to get something to eat after school since Futakuchi didn’t have practice and your afternoon was free as well.

For the entirety of the school day, your uniform top has been giving you issues.

When you initially got your uniform it had come in a size too small, so you of course got another one, but yesterday you had spilled something on your shirt and needed a replacement.

It still fit well enough, it was just a tad bit too snug in some areas.

Specifically your chest.

The two of you had sat down, waiting for your order to be called when you noticed your boyfriend had gone uncharacteristically quiet.

You looked at him and he just nodded down to your shirt before whispering that ‘you’re button came undone’.

You were of course quick to button it back up and were about to apologize when he hushed you, choosing to instead place his blazer over your shoulders, assuring you that it was fine and ‘you just need to pay more attention dummy’ and some other witty remarks.

Although it was very obvious they were made to distract you from the burning red adorning his neck and ears.

Daishou Suguru:

I know what you’re thinking ‘oH sUrE iT wAs An AcCiDeNt’ BUT IT WAS.

You two have been dating for a while now, so it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to barge into each other’s rooms.

On this specific day, you had just finished taking a shower when he had come over. He was not aware you had just gotten out of the shower and you didn’t know he was there.

You made your way to your room dressed in a bath towel, drying off as you got your clothes and such ready.

You were just about to drop your towel when your bedroom door opened, revealing your boyfriend.

You were quick to tighten your grip on the towel and he was quick to turn around and leave your room, loudly shouting apologies as you yelled his name.

You were able to laugh it off later when he assured you he only saw a bit of your chest, but that doesn’t make up for the utter hUMILIATION you were feeling. And probably will feel for the rest of your life :)

#akaashi x reader #washio x reader #konoha x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #yahaba x reader #iwaizumi x reader #futakuchi x reader #daishou x reader #y/n #Haikyuu!!#haiku x reader

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foodieforthoughts · 3 years

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Hiii, i love your blog and your writing style so i’m gonna make a request if you don’t mind: we often see Cap Sy being jealous of the reader, but what if sometimes is the other way around? like the reader being jealous of one of sy female ‘coworker’ because they have their work in common and they get along, and then Sy notices it and is all reassuring and stuff🥺🥺

Hey Anon bean. It was going to be this drabble for Mondays with Sy, but Henry's IG post distracted me. But here it is. 😁 And thank you so much for the request and for enjoying my work. I'm super soft today and everything is super fluffy. Hope you like it ❤️

Warning: So much fluff! 🥰

Title: Edge of Paradise

You tried really hard not to stare but the moment her hand touched your Captain's arm, you couldn't keep your cool. He seemed unhinged by the touch, continuing with his conversation like nothing had happened. But you knew the familiar flick of the woman's hair, the way she looked at Sy under her lashes and how her voice got a little higher when she laughed at his joke.

Involuntarily, you crumbled the piece of paper in your hand and threw it at the dustbin. Adjusting your apron around your waist, you went back to cleaning the bar top, wiping the pristine surface harder than necessary. The pub was alive with the usual Saturday night crowd of the the several army men living in the area around camp. Syverson had texted you he'll be there with his boys and would later drive you home after your shift.

But after the customary hello and a chivalrous peck on your cheek, he had gone off to mingle with his friends and her.

Tall, athletic and charismatic Lieutenant Gemma was everything you weren't. You often saw her with the men, boisterous and flirty, many a times singling out with Sy. It irked you sometimes when you saw her flirting with your man and hated that she had more things in common with him than you'll ever have. Sy was not a man to be unfaithful, you trusted him, but the thought still worried you when they were deployed together in a foreign land. You tried not to bring it up because you were afraid to come off as clingy and jealous. But when you saw them together, like right now when they were clinking their beer bottles and laughing with their peers, it pricked at your heart and made you wonder if you'll ever be enough.

"You're awfully quiet," Sy broke the silence in the car. You had been staring out the window, mind preoccupied with conflicting thoughts and self doubt. "Everything alright there, babe?" He asked, placing his hand on your knee.

You sighed. Looking down at your hands clasped in your lap, you quietly voiced your concern. "Do I make you happy?"

"Of course, darlin'. You make me very happy." He squeezed your knee, looking at you before turning his attention back to the road. Another moment of silence stretched between the two of you, only the rumble of the car's engine filling in the space as you drove down the busy road. Sy cleared his throat, grabbing your attention. "Does this have to do anything with the Lieutenant? I saw you looking at us."

You felt your cheeks heat up. You looked at him wide-eyed, opening and closing your mouth to form words in your defense but getting none out. Sy glanced at you again before veering the car to the side and parking it under a streetlight.

Turning in his seat to look at you, giving you his whole attention, Sy looked at you expectantly. Under his gaze you felt tiny, miniscule, like a little girl being caught red handed eyeing the forbidden candy jar. You brought your eyes back to staring at your hands which were clammy with anxious sweat.

"What's on your mind, darlin'?" Sy placed his finger underneath your chin and turned your face to him. "Tell me."

"Do you... ever want someone who's more like... You?"

Sy scrunched his face in confusion. "What?"

Biting your lower lip, you took a moment to calm your thumping heart. You were finally going to put your insecurities in front of the man you loved. You dreaded it, but also knew it was necessary for the peace of your mind. "Someone like her? Who knows and understand what you do? Do you regret being with a simple bartender like me?"

You watched as Sy's eyes softened. He tenderly smiled at you, reaching for your hands and taking them in his, not caring about your sweaty palms.

"You are not just a simple bartender, babe. You are extraordinary, in every way. I don't think about being with anyone but you." Bringing one hand to gently caress your cheek, Sy leaned forward and looked deeply in your eyes. Under the soft glow of the streetlight streaming in, Sy's azure eyes glistened like crystals, making you drown in them like the first time you had met him. "The only thing I regret is havin' not met you sooner."

Your eyes welled with tears when Sy's lips touched yours. They were soft against yours, reassuring you of his love. It had taken you only eleven days and two dates to realize you had fallen for the Captain and in Sy's words he had been "gone for good" from the moment he had sat at the bar and you had served him his drink.

Breaking the kiss, Sy sat back in his seat and only stared at you with a smile. He still had your hands in his, grasping at your fingers delicately.

"Okay," Sy said more to himself than you. "I guess I don't have to wait any longer."

"What?" You asked, watching as he proceeded to climb out of the car. You looked at him puzzled as he rounded the front to reach your side and held your door open. Taking his outstretched hand and jumping out of his truck, you followed him to stand in front of the car.

Taking a deep breath, Sy suddenly got down on one knee and fished out a blue box from his back pocket. Your clasped your hands over your open mouth, stunned and astonished at the turn of events. You took a staggered step behind, bringing your hand to place on the warm hood of the car, supporting your body as your legs turned to jelly. Your heartbeat rang in your ears as your entire body heated up, watching the love of your life kneeling down in front of you. Several cars drove by on the road with someone shouting "Say yes!" as they passed by you.

With a cheeky grin under his thick beard, Sy opened the box with the ring shining brilliantly inside. "I swear I'll ask again in a much romantic way." Taking out the ring and holding it up to you, Sy smiled. "Will you marry me, darlin'? Complete me?"

Not able to control any more of the tears that had been threatening to overflow, you cried as you nodded your head and managed to stutter a "Yes". Sy stood up and placed the ring on your finger, smiling from ear to ear as you flung your body at his outstretched arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, wetting his hoodie with your tears as he held you tightly against him.

"You don't have to worry about anything now. I'm all yours. You're the only one I ever want." Sy whispered before he twirled you around, laughing as you squealed with glee and pulled your face in a for breathtakingly passionate kiss.

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power-of-plot · 3 years

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Iida, Mirio, and Aizawa dating hcs please

Of course! But holy cow apparently this seriously inspired me, i hope this is ok xd

I I D A

Oh yes robot boi. Iida is someone nerdy in every aspect, his language even with close friends like Midoriya is very formal and polite, the same rule would apply when it comes to his significant other. Unlike what some would think, this doesn’t give your conversations a cold touch, on the contrary, it’d make him look chivalrous.

He’s a classic gentleman, he’d be the kind who opens the door and waits for you to walk in first or gives you his jacket when it’s too cold and you don’t have anything to cover yourself with, the second one would happen often in the classroom if you’re sensitive to cold. We are talking about U.A have you seen the measures of the classrooms and the entire area? It’s impossible they don’t have those huge air conditioners.

He highly respects the rules wich means, no PDA, on a certain level, no kisses to be specific. That doesn’t mean he won’t give you any affection, though every gear of his robotic soul is having a bad time working properly inside, he’d hold your hand or put his over your shoulder pulling you close when you’re sitting together.

He definitely would do that thing of caressing you with his thumb. As you expected it from Tenya, this is a sort of robotic motion, his finger would move like a metronome but that doesn’t make it any less nicer, he is slow and gentle.

Honestly, he’d be nervous most of the time. ALSO! Tenya is very thoughtful, he’d ask (often verbally) if you’re okay with whatever he’d do, as times goes by the questions turn non verbal, for example he’d hold his hand above yours waiting for you to give green light or grasp it.

“..Can i hold your hand?” “Sure!” “*DEEP INHALE AND BLUSH*” He couldn’t help to blush the first times. Specially on the firsT kiss but how would it be? A clasic scenenario after classes! And after you both have grown comfortable enough to each other’s touch. Seriously, if you like to go slow he's got you.

You two would be walking around in the campus after classes and he feels the tension grow.. he is analyzing every detail, he wants to ask but what if things get extremely awkward, he’s very tall- he’d have to bend down slightly (unless you’re nearly as tall as him) to do it so what if you flinch because it was unexpected.. he stops walking, he simply manages to say your name. You stared into each other's eye and then it happened, a big smile unexplainably forms in his lips complemented by a scarlet color across his whole face, his haircut made his head look like a strawberry.

There are going to be days you don't see him as much as you'd like, Tenya is very comitted to his hero patrols, he certainly would do extra hours from time to time or if the situation called for it. Let him know you like his hero suit! He’s thankful it has a helmet otherwise his flustered face would be exposed.

Whatever position you cuddle in Iida would wrap his arms around you, not only that, he’d interlock his fingers so he has a nice grip. His cuddles would be the classic spooning or having your head on his shoulder with your arm over his chest and in case you worry about his arm, this guy doesn’t know limb numbness- he literally tenses and holds his arms up every five minutes.

He sends good morning/good night texts often on the weekends since you're practically living together thanks to the dormitory system, they vary depending on the day, some are a reminder to get a proper amount of sleep or! To get done with homework so you can enjoy your free time and maybe ask if he can go over to study *cough spend time together*

He'd send the classic heart emoji, very detailed but easy to comprehend videos explaining any difficult lesson and history related stuff like paint restorations or facts about iconic sculptures. Please don’t send him those videos of people accidentally breaking things on museums, he’s gonna feel like something breaks inside.

M I R I O

This ray of sunshine fell for you? Your luck is so big you’d get jackpot on a slot machine on the first try-. You’re undeniably going to be good friends with Tamaki and Nejire, specially her, expect to get questions one after another without the chance to reply when she finds out you’re Mirio’s significant other, Tamaki would take it way better.

Mirio’s goofyness and confidence combined with his feelings give a unique result: he literally spoke to the boss of mafia himself twice like he was the manager in a store, but, the case is different when you’re around, he’s saying and actually good joke and suddenly.. it goes away, his mind goes blank. “So what happened after Mirio..?” “Ah.. i had practiced a lot, i don’t know what happened haha my bad!”

You’re going to get tons of his jokes and something more “intense” such as the classic “What’s in your shirt?” to make you look down so he can boop your nose with his finger, you should expect some gentle headpats as well.

If you’re shy he’s cool about it, he knows what do and adaptates to your pace, you’d start off with hand holding or rather pinky holding, he’d interwine his pinky with yours and show a bright smile. His hugs are the warmest, he doesn’t do it half-assesly, when you hug, YOU HUG, he uses both arms and slightly lifts you up! Height or strength are not a problem he’s actually one cm taller than Iida i just found out

He seems like the kind who loses their pen or eraser despite seeing it on their desk just one minute ago, if you happen to be that kind as well you’re both going to lay down your faith on poor Tamaki’s hands, i’m sure he has all his material complete.

He hardly ever gets nervous or scared by anything, things like the first kiss would go pretty smooth, instead of blushing intensely he’d just chuckle with slight disbelief, his mind is racing like “I just did that? woah!”. The biggest trouble for him would be gifts, he wants it to be perfect but asking Nejire for advice is not a good idea, roses are too formal and they don’t last long, going to the movies seems a little cliche.. his first gift would end up being a plushie of your favorite animal and a bamboo.

He’d sneak a kiss or two, specially before the class is begginning a training session, he’d send you a text telling you to go outside the changing rooms and oop! He phases through the wall poking out his head to give you a kiss kiss. If you don’t mind a prank from time to time he’d give a little scare using his quirk.

This guy is the big spoon during cuddles, no arguing! He could switch but as time goes by he’d slowly shift into the big spoon, that’s just the way he is, the most usual position would be where you’re facing each other with your limbs wrapping around the other’s body. Waking up with him would be adorable and attractive, morning and night are the only times of the day when his hair isn’t gelled into his All Might-like hairstyle, those blonde locks would frame his face, a heavenly sight.

Would send you a pic of stray animals he rescued with a “:D!” and Sir. Nighteye 'torturing' Bubble girl (half of his head visibly on a corner of the image). If you longed for a pet badly he would bring a nice dog/cat he finds around! In his hero suit to make the moment more special.

He uses the smiling emojis and emoticons! And shares videos of animals he finds adorable, if you sent him fails videos he'd laugh as long as the falls don't seem extreme or too severe, small trips on the beach or slips on the snow are fine. Mirio sends gifs i just know.

A I Z A W A

Have you taken a look at him? You must be a big The Walking Dead fan to like him lmao. Aizawa gives me an unexplainable gut feeling that he'd prefer a civilian (perhaps quirkless?) significant other over a hero, he wouldn't want his partner to go into the same dangerous situations he does.

His affection is tired, let me explain, he'd hug you and all that physical stuff but it'd kinda feel like his arms fall limply around you, still, even with his minuscule clingyness he loves you with all his might! He doesn't fall for anyone.

Not very fond of PDA, in public he'd preferr temple/forehead kisses and having your hand on the crook of his arm instead of hand holding (thinking about it Iida would do that too), seems more discret and! you don't let go when his hands are busy. He'd initiates it by gently resting your hand on his arm and sinking his hand into his pocket.

Surprise! He does smile, not that maniactic-looking grin he has sometimes during his shifts at U.A when a student impresses him, this one is less wide but somehow more tender and sweet, he tilts his head and for once his eyes seem relaxed, a relationship would make his cheeks hurt.. either for he's not used to smile so much or he smiles more than he thought he would.

If you give him a cat.. that's a strong blow straight to one of his weakest spots, he'd stare both at you and the kitten with a dumbfounded look before picking it up in his arm like a baby, his hand gravitates towards his it's head giving some nice pets before he shows a rare and somewhat bright smile "Thank you very much." Next time have a camera ready damnit! That smile rarely shows up.

He's practical, he wants his gifts to be nice but useful as well. He’d get you those mugs with candies inside, you get the candy and you can use the mug later for your coffee or tea; a power bank with a nice color or design and in case he choses something smaller: a bamboo, those one don’t wither away. Aizawa is fine with whatever you get for him, big or small he appreciates it. Sweaters, scarfs and blankets would be his favorite thing to get though, he likes to stay warm while working late at night

He’s sneaky, as an underground hero he’s used to work at times when the streets look disolated and the dark crime has more freedom to do as it pleases, he wouldn’t want to wake you up unless you asked him to. He’d leave a note on is pillow with the time he wrote it at and a short loving phrase like “i love you, i’ll be back soon, good morning”, before he leaves he’d always lift the sheet up to your neck or drag it away if you seem to be kicking it off you and give you a small kiss.

You’d find him passed out in his sleeping bag with his laptop besides him at random spots of his appartment, if it wasn’t because of the unatura position he adopts to fit in his sleeping bag he’d give you a death scare ‘cause let’s be honest he doesn’t look one hundred percent alive even when he’s awake. “Shota..? Shota can you hear me?!” “I’m not dead.”

Hibrid of big-small spoon. Most of the times you cuddle he’s asleep and you go snuggle him, his hair is a mess so better prepare to get tickled all night. He pull you close the best way he can when you’re behind him, not very comfortable for his arm but it’s worth it. He’d have you like a pillow over him, his chin over your head and both arms around you.

This man doesn’t bother typing when he can use his voice, the only situations he uses regular text messages are when he’s on shift or with you sleeping next to him. Send him gifs of kittens and a ‘i love you’ it instanstly gives him a good mood! He’d send pics of cats he sees around and gifts he bought you, doesn’t use emojis.

*COLLAPSES ON THE GROUND* Big oof- requests are open.

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