men are so unfair!

I just want guys to be able to say I love you instead of this weird meaningful silence and then a hug with a back pat….like let boys say I love you casually. Let them say ‘love you’ when they hang up the phone. Let them say 'love you, be safe’ when saying goodbye to each other. Let them tease each other with 'you know you love me’. Let boys greet each other with real hugs instead of those one armed things. Just let boys show each other affection. Let boys be as soft and sweet as they want.

Earned It*

Title: Earned It

Pairing: Bucky X Reader X Steve|no m/m

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Threesome, oral sex, double penetration, daddy kink

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I give you the Parabatri men !

The men on Shadowhunters are so easy on the eyes it’s unfair !

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Bucky Barnes x Reader ( x Uncle Tony Stark) This is a series !! Part 2 will follow shortly :) Feedback appreciated !

Y/N Stark, was Tony Stark’s niece. Her parents’ sudden death had led to Tony taking her under his wing, and looking after her ever since.

Y/N grew up to be as brilliant as her uncle, exceling in academics, and getting into research after college.

Tony visited Y/N every week, and took her out to dinner. He never broke this tradition, and that particular day, he was waiting for her in at the restaurant where she had promised to meet him.

About fifteen minutes late, Tony saw her rushing into the restaurant, looking almost too shabby for his liking. She sat opposite to him breathlessly.

“Im so sorry, Tony !” She said, gulping down some water. “Got caught up with work”

Tony nodded, still having a look of disapproval on his face.

“What ?” Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Look at yourself, Y/N ! You are a Stark ! You cant run around looking so shabby !” Tony said, shaking his head.

“I came straight from the lab, Tony” Y/N said with a smile. “Besides, you know how much I hate dressing up”

“Ok, dont then. But still you need to look presentable” Tony argued. “ What are they making you do there ?”

Y/N shrugged.

“I havent slept in days. Working on this -”

She was cut off by Tony, who gave a bright smile.

“Well, Im here with a solution to that” He said.

“What solution ?” Y/N asked.

The solution landed her at the Avengers tower, working for Dr. Bruce Banner. It was something huge for her to work with him, and Tony was glad to have her close to him.

The rest of the Avengers were excited to meet another Stark, and not to mention a girl.

Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N settle in, whereas the men were always there to help.

* * *

“Its so UNFAIR that he gave her a room right in front of his” Sam complained, making Bucky smirk. They were on their early morning workout with Steve.

Tony had given her the right opposite Bucky’s, because that room happened to be bigger than any of the other spare ones.

“Sorry dude, I had no part in it” Bucky said, shrugging.

“Lets better keep it that way” Sam said, dropping to the floor if the gym, panting.

“Lets not try anything funny with her guys. Tony wont take it lightly” Stevd said, making his way out of the gym, followed by the other two.

* * *

Y/N woke up to hearing voices outside her room. She looked at her alarm clock, and saw that it was only 6am.

Grumbling to herself, she dragged herself out of her bed. She opened her door, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

“Guys ! Keep it down !” She said, yawning. “Tryin’ to sleep here”

Bucky, Steve and Sam turned around to look at Y/N, who leaned against the door, and gave them a sleepy look.

“Can you guys talk somewhere else please?” She said, almost in a whine.

Bucky couldnt help but smile. She looked so beautiful and delicate in her pyjamas and messy hair. It was as if something clicked. He felt some strange new energy sparking up inside him.

And he also noticed his friends who were ogling at her, just like him.

“Hey, come on, lets go” He said, grabbing Steve and Sam by their arms and pulling them towards the elevator.

He turned around to catch one last glance of her.

“Thanks, Bucky ” She mumbled, before closing the door, and returning to sleep.

* * *

By 8:00am, Y/N was in the kitchen, looking for breakfast. Steve, Bucky and Sam looked up from their food as she came in.

“Good morning, Y/N !” Sam said.

“Good morning, Sam” Y/N said, with a smile.

“Sorry about this morning” He added.

Y/N laughed and her eyes met Bucky’s. She blushed, as he gave her a smile. His eyes lingered on her face a minute too long, that Steve cleared his throat.

Bucky snapped out of his thought, and offered Y/N one of his sandwiches.

“Thanks, Bucky” Y/N said. “ Lot of work today !”

“Is Bruce overworking you ?” Sam asked.

“Yes, he is such a workaholic !” Y/N said. She glanced at the clock.

“Shit !” she said, “Im late ! ”

Y/N stuffed the sandwich into her mouth and ran off towards the elevator.

“I like her” Sam said. “Sweet thing”
Bucky gave him an icy glare, and Steve burst out laughing.

                             * * *

Natasha has created a chatroom.
Natasha has invited Wanda, Steve, Bucky, Clint, Nikki, Tony and Sam.

Nat: WEEKEND !!
Sam: Party !!
Y/N: Im still working.
Nat: Boohoo
Steve: Whats the plan?
Nat: How about that new nightclub we saw the other day ?
Y/N: Cool! Never been to one before!
Sam: Aww, we’ll take you, Y/N
Y/N: Thanks Sam :)
Bucky: Well.
Steve: Well well.

Bruce has joined chat.
Bruce: Y/N, dont you have work to do?
Y/N: Yes, Mr Banner :(
Bruce: Why the sad face ?
Nat: Leave the girl alone Bruce !
Bruce: Natasha !!

Tony has joined chat.
Tony: No nightclub for you Y/N
Bucky: o_o
Tony: Go away Barnes !!
Bucky: Nope.
Wanda: You go away, Tony !
Y/N: Unfair !
Tony: Not at all
Bruce: Tony, she has work !
Tony: She can stay back and work.
Y/N: I want to resign.
Sam: YOU ARE NO FUN BANNER !
Wanda: Stop banning Y/N from doing things ! Shes old enough to make decisions for herself !
Y/N: Yes !
Bucky: Yes !
Tony: No.
Clint: Somebody please throw Tinman out !
Tony: I just might throw you out, Birdie!
Bruce: She is sulking now, Tony. Stop it. Y/N,if you put your phone down and finish your work, you can go.
Y/N: Thank you, Mr. Banner !
Tony: Not so fast ! Who gave you the permission to give her permission, Banner?

Bruce left the chat.

Tony: Great.
Nat: Bad Tony !
Tony: Oh come on ! FINE ! Y/N can go !
Y/N: Yay ! Thanks Tonyyy !! You’re the best!
Steve: Seriously.
Bucky: : D :D
Tony: No drinking, though.
Y/N: Bye Tonyyy !!!
Nat: Come to my room after work,Y/N!
Y/N: Ok, Nat.
Y/N: Bye guys !

                            * * *

Bucky was on his way to his his room, when he saw Y/N coming out of hers. Her long hair was wet and was dripping slightly. Bucky stood staring at her.

“Hi Bucky ” She said, smiling.

“Hi” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “Umm…nice hair”

Y/N smiled, tilting her head slightly.

“Thank you” she said, a small blush spreading on her cheeks.

Bucky blushed at the way she looked at him.

“I gotta go meet Natasha” Y/N said.

“Ok” Bucky said, nodding. “See you at the club”

“Yeah” Y/N said, her heart beating fast.

Bucky watched her walk away, and turned to walk straight into Steve.

Steve had a grin plastered to his face.

“What ?” Bucky asked.

“What what ?” Steve asked, raising his eyebrows. “I know it”

“Steve” Bucky said shaking his head.

“Shes a good girl, Buck” Steve said. “Shes perfect for you”

The two friends grinned at eachother.

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Sinister and Rotten

(I wrote a smutty one-shot fic for Vampire!Vanoss and Delirious and this is what happens when I don’t sleep when I’m supposed to.)

Word Count: 3,298

Jonathan enjoys the sinful things in life such as indulging in gay porn and is in fear of his family relations regarding his sexual orientation so he frequents a church to rid himself of sin. However he encounters a handsome devil that makes the temptation so much worse.

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Sex, Swearing, Blood/Gore.

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Rowaelin, Modern Au, But She’s looking at You, Part 2

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Maeve owns the best club in the city, but when Aelin shows up demanding answers from her Aunt, she is forced into one month of working as a DJ in her Aunt’s club in exchange for information. Along the way she meets Rowan and the rest of the cadre, who are working as bartenders in the club… and Rowan is given the task of babysitting Aelin for the month.

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anonymous asked:

NTAMW threatens to kill himself when you say you aren't comfortable with him having your nudes after your broke up and ask him to delete them. He said some crap about them being his reminders and his property and junk about ex-girlfriends being controlling and then screamed and threatened his life because deleting nudes is forcing him to do stuff he doesn't want because everything is so unfair for him. Emotionally abusive men are the worst.

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Kalagang one-shot: The girl who was free and the in-between boy

Kala noticed the handsome white man before Devi had pointed him out, rather excitedly, she might add. His hair was as light as hers dark and was as short and neat as hers was long and unruly. His eyes were blue in a way she couldn’t seem to understand and she often found herself wanting to and then, wondering why she wanted to. 

He always sat at the same table in her father’s restaurant and always ordered the same thing. Garlic Naan and tandoori chicken. She found it rather amusing, the way his eyes teared up because the food was too spicy and the way he never drank any water despite it. Maybe he was pushing himself to his limits, trying to prove something to someone, though she couldn’t comprehend why someone would need to, especially since there was no one with him and that it was just tandoori chicken. Probably, one of ‘those men don’t cry’ things she found so abhorrently unfair and sexist. Yet, she couldn’t seem to believe in that. She shouldn’t be thinking about him so much. And yet…

He was always alone. At first, she thought that he was waiting for someone. Indians rarely ate alone. It was considered inauspicious, or rude, or something to that effect. She hadn’t bothered asking before but suddenly, she wished she had. Then at least she would know the tug at her chest every time she saw him that way. Maybe she just wasn’t used to the sight. She wanted to chalk it up a foreign culture she didn’t know about, but as the days went by and he repeatedly sat at the same table, ordering the same food, not drinking any water, not speaking to anyone, unbearably blue eyes, now a little red-rimmed, searching for nothing and no one, she just couldn’t possibly believe he was anything other than excruciatingly lonely. She shouldn’t interfere. And yet…

Wolfgang noticed the girl staring at him, unabashedly, before she started staring. It also might or might not be the reason why he was there in the first place. It rained a lot in Mumbai. Not like the rain in Berlin either. It was warm and wet, like he was stepping into a new world, not quite out of the old one yet. He was in-between. In-between houses, in-between jobs, in-between life. He didn’t know what he was doing. He’d packed up a small duffel bag of clothes, and left Berlin for Mumbai on a whim. At first, he was happy leaving his asshole father behind. He’d promised Felix he would be back soon. He just had to do something. The problem was, he had no idea what that something was. It was stupid, but he felt like he was coming to India for a higher purpose. Nothing spiritual. He didn’t believe in that sort of thing. Just something that would calm the soul. Leave him feeling like something other than the fucking mess he was. What a bunch of bullshit, that was. It had been a week since he’d arrived and nothing happened. He wasn’t exactly expecting something to happen but he was still disappointed. He liked India. It was colourful in ways Berlin wasn’t. Everything was extreme in India. The food, the music, the people. He wanted it to set him on edge. To make him feel something, do something. But he discovered, he wasn’t doing as much as watching. And he was getting lonely. Even in the shit-fest that was his life, he had Felix. Maybe he should return to Berlin. He would still be extremely mortified by the uncertainty of life, but he wouldn’t be so damn lonely. 

And then, he saw her. Walking into the restaurant, hair unruly, a wild smile on her face, shaking the raindrops from her hair. She was beautiful in a way that felt like a punch to the throat. So, he kind of followed her. It sounds creepier than it was. He was actually pretty hungry and the food smelt good and it was raining pretty hard. The warm rain had lost its charm a while ago. Now he was just wet and hungry. So he ordered the same thing he’d been ordering since his arrival. He thought the food was satisfactory and he wasn’t risking anything else. The food arrived and he dug in, spying on the girl through the corner of his eye. There was something so free about her. The way she smiled without meaning to and not caring to correct it. The way she laughed louder than probably socially acceptable. She was free. He was jealous in a way. Here he was, all the way across the world and he couldn’t bring himself to laugh or even smile. Not even in the sardonic way he used to back in Berlin. So, he stuffed his face with food. It was much spicier than he’d expected. To his horror, his eyes started to tear up. He almost reached for his water but he stopped himself. It was his father’s voice in his head, telling him how weak he was being. It was so stupid, he should just drink the water. But he couldn’t bring himself to. So, he finished it all, without touching his glass of water, mouth on fire, sweat streaming down his face mixing with the tears and water. At least, he finally felt something. He still couldn’t believe he had let his father get to him like this. Never again. He planned to leave the next day and then, he hear her laugh again and it’s like a kind of music he could never hope to forget. So, he came back, the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.

Kala found herself walking towards his table before she had time to convince herself otherwise. He looked up at her, startled. His fair eyebrows arched a little like he was expecting an explanation but she sat down, right opposite of him, offering none. 

“The food isn’t that spicy today. I made it myself,” she said as Ramu Chacha placed the plates on his table. “Thanks Chacha.” She beamed at the old man, who grinned back. She looked up at the man, wide blue eyes looking slightly panicked. She almost wanted to tell him that he should have a glass of water or something, but that would be mean and he didn’t strike her as the masochistic type she thought he was. He just looked slightly embarrassed.  

“We’ve been getting complaints of the food being too spicy,” she clarified even though she didn’t need to. 

“Thank you for telling me, then.” His accent was clipped and clear. German, she thought. He smiled gratefully. It’s a tentative smile but it’s one that transformed his whole face and made him seem so much younger and so beautiful. It left her slightly speechless. How can one smile do that?

“Why don’t you do that more often?” She asked, trying not to be embarrassed at how breathless she sounded.

“Do what?”

“Smile. I’ve never seen you smile.” The man seemed a little taken aback. He probably wasn’t used to such directness. But that’s how Kala always was. Direct and honest to a fault. It led to a lot of awkward situations but it cleared the air and saved a lot of time. 

“Been watching me a lot, huh?” He smiled again but this time, it was mischievous. One side of his mouth was tilted upwards and his eyes glimmer in a way that sent her heart erratic. This was new and scary. But Kala couldn’t do anything if not keep up.

“Just as much as you’ve been watching me.” Kala wasn’t blind. She noticed him staring but she didn’t expect the thrill of pleasure it had given her when she first found out. She found herself grinning back at him, the same way he was. Was she flirting? It was odd to think that she even knew how to. She hadn’t done it before. But it all felt a little natural. At least with him it did. 

He chuckled and Kala was surprised at how she disappointed she was when he stopped. The urge to hear it again overtook her. 

“I’m Kala.” 

“Wolfgang.” 

And then, they were grinning at each other like a pair of idiots. Like they just shared the world’s biggest secret. There was a kind of joy in this moment. One that she hadn’t known before. She didn’t think she ever wanted the moment to end. So she talked, and she listened and he talked, and he listened and the moment went on and on, the same joy coating the air around them, making time itself, stop.

Wolfgang repeats her name again and again in his head. He loved the sound. He used her name in conversation every time he could. The two syllables roll around in his mouth, sweet and new. He was surprised, to say the least. Everything about her was magical. Her voice, the words she spoke, the way she seemed to know him. Every time she laughed he felt like she was sharing something precious with him. It was unbelievable. The closest to a spiritual awakening he was ever going to get.

“Your food’s getting cold.” She glanced down at the half-eaten chicken as he looked at it like he was just noticing it in the first place.

“The food’s delicious by the way,” he said as he took another bite. It actually was good. It was considerably less spicy and he was infinitely grateful for that. He couldn’t imagine dribbling down the nose in front of a beautiful girl like her. Although this time, he was pretty sure he would’ve just drank the goddamn water. She smiled at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking about and again he was struck by how she responded to everything he said or did. Like, she actually know how to and even more than that, like she actually wanted to.

“Speaking of food, why do you order the same thing every day? Papa gets really bored in there, you know?” He chuckled, but her face remained impassively curious.

“You know, I like it. It’s,” He paused, “safe.” He concluded. She snorted, and goddamn him, if it wasn’t the cutest thing he’d ever heard.

“You didn’t strike me as the safe type.”

“Sometime, I am. But I’m not all the time,” He voice was low and extremely suggestive. Wolfgang wasn’t a good enough person to say that he did not enjoy the way she flushed or the way skin beneath her neck turned pink.

“Well,” she finally said, recovering commendably, “that’s just downright boring.” Wolfgang couldn’t help the smile that took over his face, or the way his heart seemed too large for his chest. When was the last time he was so happy? He couldn’t recall.

“You have to try the palak paneer and the kurma and kebabs, and enough of naan, for god’s sake. Try some parathas instead. Oh! You haven’t even tried the sweets!” 

“I can’t have them all in one day, can I?” Wolfgang responded, thoroughly amused. He wasn’t so amused anymore when she leaned across the table so that her eyes were level with his and so close, their breaths mingled. She smelled like mint and he was suddenly really regretting ordering the garlic naan. But their proximity was dizzying and it was hard to think of much else when he was constantly avoiding looking at her lips too long, lest the urge he had had to kiss her the entire time, becomes too strong. He couldn’t believe he was actually nervous. He was a grown man, scared of being too close to a girl he liked. And despite her confident front, she seemed just as nervous as he was.

“I guess you’d have to keep coming back, then,” She breathed as she leaned back in her seat, smiling at him hopefully.

So, maybe he was in-between houses, and jobs and life in general. But this was the one thing he could get right. The magic. The one between them. The freedom to just be. The happiness he felt and could feel again with her. The chance at life he’d always wished. The potential for something good. This was it. He had to get it right. He couldn’t bear not to. He returned the same smile, filled to the brim with hope.

“Oh, I intend to.” 

Open Your Eyes (Rogers/Barnes x reader)

Request: Bucky and Steve being friends with you before the war and then having to deal with the grief of losing you after they come out of the ice.

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anonymous asked:

so just a question why are you a literal piece of shit. support your damn fellow women.

So because I don’t align myself with a particular set of people I automatically hate women? Do you realize how absurd that sounds? But to refute your claim, I do support women. What I refuse to do is follow a mindless, hypocritical, hate group. I am not and never will label myself as a feminist. I have several reasons for doing so, the top ten are simplified and as followed:

 

1. Feminism feeds on false information to recruit lost and gullible women. Wage gap? False. Rape culture? False. Patriarchy? False. These are all myths feminists will not let die regardless of how many times they’ve been debunked. By intentionally spreading false information you are NOT helping women. You are hurting not only us but your cause as a whole.

 

2. Men and women will never truly be equal because by nature, we’re not.

 

3. Feminists not only contradict their own beliefs, but are the true oppressors. They constantly attack and degrade other women, especially those who dare question or challenge their platform. Once a female stops buying into herd mentality, feminists cease to care about her rights and attempt to silence her. Anyone who doesn’t blindly buy into the mainstream liberal agenda is automatically a Nazi, racist, sexist, homophobic and a billion other buzzwords. So hey, thanks for proving my point.

 

4. Feminism ignores real world problems. American feminists fight “sexist air conditioning” and “manspreading.” Meanwhile, young girls are being enslaved and killed off on the daily in the Middle East simply because she upset her husband or didn’t wear her Hijab. Where is the feminist outrage you ask? Exactly, silent. I am called racist and islamophobic for bringing such matters to light. It makes you question who truly cares about the oppression of women.

 

5. Feminists want “equality” but love the benefits that come with being a woman. Chivalry cannot coexist alongside feminism.

 

6. Feminists blame everyone…but themselves. They refuse to take responsibility for their actions. Why would I want to fall under the same category as these children?

 

7. Feminism is based on social engineering, it has taught women in order to be independent they shouldn’t marry. They don’t “need” a man. As a result, our birth rates have dropped significantly and we are being replaced by foreign cultures. But hey, at least I have 59 cats to keep me company for the rest of my lonely life right?

 

8. Feminists claim to fight for both men and women yet, all they seem to do is bash men. If they truly fight for both sexes, why are men and women treated so differently in society? The court system? Why such unfair standards? Not to mention, there is only one shelter in the U.S. for male victims of domestic violence. Remember kids, actions speak louder than words.

 

9. What exactly has third wave feminism accomplished? Exactly, nothing. Well, unless you count the increase of blue hair dye sold.

 

10. Above all, I am an American. Regardless of age, sex, or race we are all privileged to live here. I believe we take that for granted, we’ve known freedom for so long we do not know what real oppression is. I do not feel oppressed, and I’m not. Neither are you. We are all given the same opportunities, that does not mean we’ll have the same outcomes. That’s what feminists fail to realize, you determine your future. White people, males or Republicans have nothing to do with it. No matter who you are or where you come from, you can make it. Ben Carson was born to an illiterate mother who married at thirteen. Ben never did well in school. His mother began forcing him to read an x number of books a week and limited television time. Ben soon went from being at the very bottom of his class to the top. He earned a scholarship to Yale and became the head of pediatric neurosurgery when he was just thirty-three years old. He was one of the youngest people to ever hold such a position, and eventually ran for president. If that’s not inspiration then I don’t know what is. I myself will be the first in my family to graduate from college. That’s the beauty of America, if you put forth effort and attempt to make something of yourself, you will succeed.

 

At the end of the day, I am a young lady thinking for herself. Shouldn’t you support that? What are you, sexist or something?

anonymous asked:

You not dating men is so unfair. You're smart, super fucking hot, a great writer. I've ready all your stories, been in love with you for years, and I know I could make you happy if you would just give men a chance. You being a lesbian is so fucking unfair and literally the worst thing in the world.

Anon, what the fuck? Just what the actual fuck? This is really kind of creepy and you need to get over it. Just what the fuck? 

tonjefe  asked:

Yeah, it is quite disgusting. A woman hitting a man is played of as funny or he deserved it. A woman hitting a woman is pretty much the same. A man hitting a woman is horrible, disgusting, lock him up. No, they are all bad and should be treated as such. That vile woman has no right to put her hands on him.

Exactly. Especially when it comes to rebecca she does things men would get labelled all sorts for and gets away with it. I don’t agree with violence no matter the gender. But I don’t think woman should be allowed to get away with hitting men. It’s so unfair.

me: lbpq women understand that straight women are homophobic because we’re bullied and ostracized by them, so it’s unfair of gay and bisexual men to pretend that we’re not affected by that homophobia
some random gay man: wow way to not have any nuance in your discussion. gay men are allowed to talk about their issues, sweetie. if you use the term em el em i won’t take you seriously. :) 

anonymous asked:

There's a headcanon scenario I've been mulling for a while and would really like your opinion on it. Let's say Hancock had a mirror situation to Fisher Tiger with Koala, where she and the Kuja wind up picking up a slave boy from their raids of a WG ship. And just like Koala, he challenges what she and the Kuja think of men by being nothing but respectful and compliant because of his past. Given what you've said about Hancock's view's and actions, how do you expect her to handle him?

(For those who haven’t read them, I’ve written a lot about Hancock’s character in posts like this, this, and this.) 

There’s a lot of different points to address here. For starters, Hancock is really not a nurturing person. She was only 12 years old when she was kidnapped and enslaved. She was just a child, and her sisters were even younger. That’s one of the many things that sets her apart from Fisher Tiger. Not only was he an adult when he was enslaved, prior to that he had also taken it upon himself to be a figure of guidance for all the people of the impoverished Fishman District. Fisher Tiger was horribly scarred by his enslavement, but he emerged from the experience with that part of his character still strongly intact. He took it upon himself to give the other enslaved Fishmen freedom, protection, and a place to belong. FT absolutely resented humankind for what had been done to him, but he still understood that kind humans do exist and that in the future things can change and improve. He always viewed Koala as a fellow victim, and cared for her and helped her grow and recover from the trauma she was living with. Rather, it was Jinbe and Arlong who had problems with viewing all humans indiscriminately (and I’ve written about how Koala was so important in helping change Jinbe’s worldview in this post). 

So, all that is an intro to establish how Koala didn’t really change Fisher Tiger himself (maybe a bit, but not a whole lot). Fisher Tiger had always been a leader and someone who went out of his way to protect and help others. Hancock, on the other hand, her experiences as a slave left horrible scars that has affected her interactions with practically everyone. Not just with men, but with everyone. 
I think that one of the common misinterpretations of Hancock’s character is the idea that she runs around trying to victimize all men everywhere. That she’s “man hating” and irrational and needs to completely change for the sake of all those poor men who she hurts. I don’t really think that’s the case. Not for her, or for the general population of Amazon Lily either. The Kuja didn’t really hate Luffy because he was a man. Their feelings about Luffy were characterized by curiosity more than anything else. Is this the attitude of people who hate someone? 

Their trying to kill Luffy was mostly about their belief in needing to uphold the traditional laws of their island. And they applied the same harsh treatment to Marigold, Sweat Pea, and Aphelandra when they broke the laws by helping Luffy. 

And after Hancock called off the execution after Luffy protected the Boa sisters’ secret, virtually all of the Kuja warmed up to him immediately. The only Kuja who was shown to still not like Luffy was Kikyo, and that was just because she didn’t like his dancing 

So, all this is why I don’t think of the Kuja as a group of people who are all terrible ~misandrists~. Most of them know virtually nothing about men as a general matter, and believe a lot of incorrect things (like that men all carry a virus, which I’m pretty sure was a “boys have cooties” joke), but for the most part they haven’t been shown to hate men. They just live their own lives on their own island, bring in outside supplies via piracy, and have ancient laws in place that forbid men from entering the island, which almost never matter anyway because they live in the middle of the freaking Calm Belt. 

Now, back to Hancock herself. The traumas inflicted on her by the slavers and the Celestial Dragons didn’t just impact her ability to trust or be comfortable around men–they impacted how she interacts with everyone. She kicks small animals. She acts callously towards the children of her own island. She threw her mother-figure out a window. She’s turned her own people to stone for defying her. And she does these things in an attempt to keep others distant from herself, and to appear insurmountably cruel and strong–someone with no weaknesses. 

(And she only acts meek or innocent when it’s advantageous for her, and lets her manipulate other people into doing what she wants (which she’s done with both men and women).) 

Hancock gives almost everyone the same kind of treatment, and doesn’t discriminate against people when she has been given a reason to care about them. She views Fisher Tiger as her savior. She fell in love with Luffy after he protected the secret of their past, opposed the people who enslaved her, and showed her that he didn’t judge her for being a slave. She flawlessly helped Luffy enter Impel Down and passed it along to Ace that Luffy was coming. She cares about Rayleigh and Shakky because the two of them helped her and her sisters return home after the escaped from slavery.
So. Hancock’s problem isn’t really all that much with men specifically. It’s with everyone. She’s so worried about being taken advantage of again, of people learning about her history and treating her differently, that she’s not able to be comfortable or open around anyone except the few people closest to her. 

Finally, to get around to talking more specifically about your headcanon scenario, I think it would be really great to see Hancock interact with a child who has been through the same things that she has. As I said before, unlike Fisher Tiger Hancock really hasn’t been shown to be a very nurturing person. And it’s clear that she and her sisters are still deeply affected by the traumas they endured 15 years ago. The coping mechanisms that she and her sisters use to protect themselves not only hurt their fellow Kuja, but also perpetuate their own problems. The Boa sisters, over a decade after returning home to Amazon Lily, still feel like outsiders among their own people–still feel like they can’t be honest, and can’t truly be comfortable. They’re always on edge, waiting for the truth to be uncovered and for their nightmares to come to life again. It’s not good living with that constant anxiety. It would be interesting, emotional, and hopefully ultimately helpful and freeing for Hancock to be put in the position of having the chance to help a child who has been through the same traumas that she has. I think it would be beautiful to see Hancock open up to someone like that, and through it also open up more with all of her people. 
And it would also be really cool to have Hancock impart some of her assertiveness onto a child who has been raised to do nothing but submit to the will of others and never allowed to say no or stand up for themself. Obviously sometimes she goes too far with it, but I love how Hancock takes 0 shit from people. She a damn empress and a warlord. You try to attack her? You try to invade her privacy and spy on her? You’re gonna die. Obviously that’s a bit much and real people shouldn’t kill people over gross behavior, but it’s still an important thing to be able to stand up for yourself in life and not allow what others what of you to control your life. Altogether, it would be pretty amazing to watch Hancock learn to become more open, and for a child to learn to value themself more–the two of them helping each other grow in opposite directions so that they can both become happier, healthier people. It would undoubtedly be very difficult for Hancock. I’m sure she would struggle with it at first. That it would be painful to see a child that reminded her of what she used to be like, and she might even lash out at first. But it would be a wonderful opportunity for all of things I described above to hopefully transpire. 

However, I personally would be more interested in seeing this whole scenario done with a girl than a boy. I think that the latter frames this whole scenario in a somewhat unhelpful way. As I’ve been saying, one of the frustrating things about how some people receive Hancock’s character is that they look at a woman who was kidnapped, abused, tortured for years as a child, and then think to themselves, “you know, it’s really unfair how this victim of horrible unspeakable trauma feels about men. She really needs to work on that.” 

The first man I ever saw was nothing but a ball of terror.” As I’ve tried to establish, Hancock has problems with how she treats almost everyone, not just men. But some people seem to ignore that and just focus on the idea of her being man-hating, which essentially amounts to saying, “oh, you were horribly traumatized by the first man you ever met? Wow, that is so unfair to men. Stop being traumatized.”  

And Hancock is still a pirate and an empress. Even if she had 0 problems with men or with anyone, she’d still be going around turning pirates and Marines and merchants into stone and stealing their cargo and killing anyone who threatened her or her people. That’s just her thing. And is it Hancock’s fault that Oda decided for 99.99% of all Marines and Pirates in the series to be men? So for the most part, asking Hancock to be nicer to men is pretty much just asking her to stop being a pirate.