strict fashion

Actual things that have happened in Miraculous Ladybug which I still can’t believe
  • Ladybug rode a giant flying hairdryer
  • Ladybug rode a dragon
  • A guy tried to take over Paris with pigeons
  • A chef encased an entire building in caramel and tried to cook a girl alive in a pool of soup
  • A 15 year old challenged a panther to a race and the owner was so upset he turned into a dinosaur and ate Ladybug
  • A rock star was sword-fighting with Chat Noir on a plank suspended at the top of the Eiffel Tower, using a guitar
  • Said rock star has a pet crocodile
  • A girl tried to fight off a butterfly with an umbrella while stuck in a lift
  • Chat Noir was murdered by a supervillain and died in Ladybug’s arms, in an early episode. No, really, he actually died, I’m not even kidding
  • Ladybug kissed Chat Noir for like 10 seconds while lying on the floor, and he didn’t remember it and she didn’t tell him
  • Chat Noir threw his bodyguard down a lift shaft from the 8th floor. This has never been brought up again.
  • A kid used magic bubbles to kidnap all the adults in Paris so he could throw a birthday party
  • Marinette went on a date with a supervillain
  • Ladybug tossed Chat Noir in a river
  • Some smartie in the 19th century invented the hologram and then… didn’t tell anyone?? Except their family?? Why would you keep such awesome new technology a secret??
  • A 186 year old and his turtle sidekick started shipping two teenagers because of an umbrella
  • A guy cut the entire Eiffel Tower in half
  • A strict rich fashion designer pretended to be a butterfly and then pretended to be an aeroplane, and also another time said he was the Easter Bunny
  • A ridiculously competent toddler managed to brainwash Chat Noir
  • Santa Claus dabbed

anonymous asked:

hey!! do you have any recommended a/b/o stony fics? thank u in advance!! (also please don't shy way from mpreg it's my guilty pleasure)

A/B/O can definitely be an interesting trope, I’ve discovered. I didn’t think I’d enjoy it, and here we are!  Here are some I’ve enjoyed, though please note that these tend not to be particularly of the fluffy variety.  Due to the nature of A/B/O, make sure to check the warnings.

Also check out the recs from @mushroomhobbit who has a great list.

PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND KUDOS FOR YOUR AUTHORS!

Never Is a Promise by manic_intent:  Steve had to admit that he had some reservations about how the New Century handled the social balance between alphas and omegas.

To Shield From the Storm by @polizwrites (WiP):  The Avengers have gone their separate ways after the Battle of New York and Tony Stark is on his own in the Tower. He’s successfully kept his omega status secret from all but a very few for decades; the suppressants have (mostly) done their job, but not for much longer.
Learning to team up with Captain America – possibly the most famous alpha of the 20th century and someone Tony’s already managed to alienate – is going to be just that much more difficult, now, isn’t it?

While We Pretend to Sleep by Typo66:  Tony pretends to be an alpha. Then he forgets he had been pretending. One thing he remembers is Steve. Steve tries to help out in his old fashioned, ethically strict way. Tony likes making big gestures. He has never been subtle.

Cornered by Goda:  For the prompt: A/B/O AU (but where Alphas/Betas/Omegas have equal rights and there is no obvious prejudice). Tony is Steve’s Omega. Newly mated pairs experience feelings of possessiveness, protectiveness and horniness. But the serum enhances it. Cue Steve trying to keep Tony locked up in his room protected by his shield while being embarrassed about the whole situation, and Tony being amused by it.

For Your Eyes Only by @sarah-has-blue-eyes:  Every soldier looks forward to mail call. But Alpha Steve Rogers gets a big surprise with the letter his Omega, Tony Stark, has sent him.

Howling Commando by AnonEhouse: In this apocalyptic world survival takes precedence over nearly everything. Throw in Alphas, Omegas, soul bonds, and shape-shifting, and it’s a wonder Steve Rogers remains such a level-headed person. Tony Stark is still a specially flaky snowflake, of course.(The non-con is one scene at the beginning & is more accurately described as dubious consent. He consented beforehand, on the fuck or die principle, when he was capable of giving consent.)

Inkling by @theactualcluegirl:  "Enough!“ The doctor snapped, no trace of chummy comfort left in his voice as he shoved the hypospray at another of the nurses. “We have orders! MPs, get topside, now. Hooper, get another fifty of Xyladine into the Captain. Dacy and Roccio, prep the gurney. Seames, wipe your goddamned face off and prep for blood draw.”“But Major, the muster-"Steve felt the cuff on his right arm begin to tear, blood slicking his wrist against the metal’s bite.
The doctor rounded on his aide, teeth bared. "Did. I. Stutter?"Another one tried, "Sir, the alphas will need-”“The alphas will fight, Corporal,” The doctor snatched the hypospray back. “Rut haze or no, they’ll fight. That’s what we keep them around for, now get that man unconscious, or I will-”

White Lace, Red Ribbons and Gold Rings by Agent C:  It’s a few days before Tony’s heat. Steve took time off early to prepare the house for his omega’s on-coming heat. However, Tony seems to have other plans for them.(Or: pre-heat sex on the dining room table because of reasons + Tony with a corset piercing)

Batteries Not Included by @robintcj:   Tony is trying to get through his heat when the batteries in his vibrator die, and he needs new ones. Who will help him?

The Other Side of the Door by AnonEhouse: While a few major character deaths are mentioned, they are either off-stage, or in the past, with no details. Other versions of the characters are alive and well in this story. I decided a warning tag would be misleading, but I wanted to give readers a heads up in case even that much would be upsetting.Tony Stark died during the battle for New York, but three months later a Tony Stark from another dimension falls into Steve’s arms. Tony desperately needs Steve’s help in order to survive long enough for his baby to be born. It’s just common decency on Steve’s part. Isn’t it? The fact that he finds Tony attractive has nothing to do with it. After all, he’s not the Steve who Tony married. The Avengers are just… well, you wouldn’t turn away a pregnant man who had no place to go, would you?

In a rut by @rouge-winter :  “You don’t have to do this, Tony.” Pepper said as she tightened her white knuckled grip on the clipboard in her arms. “I’m sure we can find someone else.”“Yes. I do.” Tony said, surprised that his voice came out steadier than he expected.Or the one where Steve goes into an Alpha Rut and Tony is the only one who can help.

Neither Independent nor Serious by @chibisquirt:  Steve doesn’t think it’s unreasonable of him to be alarmed by Tony’s disclosure, because Tony’s his teammate.It isn’t unheard of for a man to switch his dynamic; it mostly happens in cases of high stress, when the hormones produced would instigate either an advance to or a retreat from the extreme ends of the spectrum. Plenty of soldiers he’d known had gone off to battle as Betas and come home Alphas; a few came home Omegas, instead, and back before the days of suppressants, they got an honorable discharge.But no one goes straight from Omega to Alpha, or, for that matter, the reverse, which means that Tony has to have changed dynamic not once, but twice. And that is rare.

Breaking Tony by @awesomeavocadolove:  In a world where everyone is born beta, leaders chosen by newly founded packs become alpha. Omegas are not born or made, they are broken.Steve wants Tony to become the Avenger’s omega.

An Alpha for Christmas by @captainneverever:   Lonely Steve spends the days before Christmas pining for Tony.

Our Dual Nature by @winterstar95:  He will do anything for Tony in this room. Outside, he’s Captain America/Steve Rogers, inside he’s only omega – Tony’s omega.

You Kiss Me So Sweetly by romanoff:  The usual story: Tony’s an omega, Steve’s an alpha. Drug induced heat, and then they’re at it like rabbits.Or, the one where Tony has a fucking awful birthday, but then Steve makes it okay.

Closer (I need you so much closer) by downuptime: Tony Stark was pretty sure he was the luckiest man in the whole wide world. First, his dad. Then Afghanistan. Obi. Then the palladium poisoning thing. Pepper breaking up with him.And now, he was stuck under a building with Captain America of all people. His childhood crush, who thought he was an immature, reckless idiot with no regard for anyone except himself.To be exact, they were four levels underground in the garage of a building ninety stories high. Which had collapsed.Oh, and he was going into heat.Perfect.

In Tandem by RurouniHime: “Want a blood test,” Steve manages, because on the third night of their Week, he can think more clearly than he’s been able to for days. Tony’s scent is strong in his nostrils, cloying in a strange, sleek way he yearns after like a tune he nearly recognizes. “If you’re getting sick—”“God.” Tony shifts bodily up into him, clenching around him. “Yes, Mom.”

You’re Not Stubborn (Just Impossible) by @wordsplat:   Steve’s an alpha, Tony’s an omega. Biology should take care of the rest, right? Except, Tony’s not anything like TV taught Steve omegas were–or like anyone else Steve’s ever met, actually–and Steve should really learn to just keep his mouth shut about that. Also, it doesn’t help that Tony’s not too keen on the idea of alphas. Or Steve. Yeah, this bonding thing looked a whole lot easier on TV.

Fall In Ecstasy by @51st:   There were…things on the internet. Most of them, well, made Steve realize that though people today seemed to be more accepting of differences, being an Omega or an Alpha wasn’t something you talked about unless you started up a website and made people give you their credit card number first.

Hahaha, yes, thanks Anon!  ETA, I also have written a couple of A/B/O fics!

Celestial Navigation and assorted ficlets:  18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn’t happy about it until he is.

This Is Not a Drill and This Is Not a Drill: Honeymoon Edition:  “Can I—can I see him? I mean meet him. Uh…welcome him to the team?” Tony clarified, probably not very well, he knew.“Well…there’s a bit of an issue with that,” Fury said, and Tony figured this was where Fury got to whatever it was that had really forced his hand and made him call Tony in, knowing how much the man detested having to do so. “You see, well. He was suspended in the ice for nearly seventy years,” Fury began. Tony nodded along, because he could do math.“I’m sure he has a lot of adjusting to do—“ Tony started.“Seventy years,” Fury repeated, cutting Tony off and leaning back in his chair and making it rock slightly. “Of no suppressants.”“Oh,” Tony managed to choke out past the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Oh.”

The One Constant || KakaSaku (Time Travel)

Inspiration knocked the door and said I need same-age, time-travel KS AU with lots of smut.

Warning: there’s smut at the end of this piece. Also, it’s very incomplete.

Word Count: 3,282 wo
rds.

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Kakashi often worried about the next big bad thing that was bound to happen. After all, his life was a series of endless train wrecks.

It started when he was at the tender age of three with his mother’s death, followed by his father’s suicide, followed by being shunned for his dad’s mistakes. And as if the loss of his family wasn’t enough, his team, every single one of them, followed soon after; one after the other until he was the only one left standing on the battle field that was the Third Shinobi War.

It had been gruesome, bloody, the stuff of nightmares. Bodies lay everywhere in various states of death; friends looked for each other, buried each other, sobbed together.

And yet, that scene that had once been very vividly embedded in his brain to haunt him and steal away his sleep, couldn’t hope to compare to the one in front of him now.

His home was in ruins, his friends hurt, his team yet again dead. And it wasn’t even over yet.

The only difference, Kakashi supposed as he gazed down at the white knuckled grip on his hand, was that this time around he had a cause to fight. Someone he cared about more than his life and the whole world combined.

His once pink-haired student let out a shaky breath, and her grip loosened around his hand. Her eyes, filled with a strange fire of determination, a bright burning emerald he was more than happy to get lost in, locked with his charcoal ones and she smiled faintly, her hands bracketing his cheeks.

“Kakashi,” she murmured, thumbs stroking the covered skin there softly. Her forehead pressed against his and she let out a soft exhale as she pressed a gentle kiss to his masked lips, “I’m going to do something crazy.”

He gave her a questioning look, his heart sinking a little at her words. Crazy never led anywhere good.

Sakura didn’t answer him but instead her byakugou unleashed and strangely, wrapped around him too, filling him with a surge of power that was almost addicting to His battered body. Multiple characters began to shine on her skin, glowing a vivid green, much like her medical chakra.

“I’m going to get us out of here, baby.” She whispered, voice strangely hoarse. “You just hold on tight.”

Before Kakashi could ask her what she meant, light seemed to explode from inside his retinas and the world disappeared in a whirl of Sakura petals.

//

When Kakashi woke up again, he was on a soft mattress with the bland smell of hospital deep in his nose.

A migraine pulsed readily in the back of his head, throbbing away like there was no tomorrow and an annoying sting pricked at his elbow every time he shifted.

Kakashi opened his eyes reluctantly, wondering if he had been captured by an enemy and is now some sort of experiment. What he found instead was the familiar interior of Konoha’s grand hospital— which should be impossible considering it was the first place to go down, their enemy aiming to cut off their medical support.

“Kakashi,” murmured a quiet voice from beside him, forcefully pulling his attention to the other occupant of the room he hadn’t previously noticed.

She had strands of bubblegum pink hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, wide, brilliant emerald eyes— sparkling as if they were jewels from another world, a small graceful nose and delicate, plumped lips. She also didn’t look a day over fifteen.

“S-sakura?” He croaked in a broken whisper, his windpipes not entirely functional. Speaking made his throat burn, and he had to resist the urge to cough in fear the pain would be unbearable.

The rosette hushed him, tender fingers matting away damp silver strands off his glistening forehead, “We made it.”

At his questioning look, she elaborated, the corner of her mouth twitching up in a small smile. “We’re… back in time… but in a different reality I suppose, seeing you’re the same age as me.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened in alarm at her words and his first reaction was to raise his non-injured hand to look at. It was shorter, palms not as calloused, very pale and not filled with as many scars as he remembered.

Sakura gently grabbed hold of his wrist and lowered it back onto the mattress. “I know it’s crazy. And I’ll tell you more about it later… but there’s something else you need to know…”

Kakashi held his breath at her tone and hoped for the best.

“Your father is alive.”

//

It was an otherworldly experience when he walked the streets of Konoha again. He had escaped the hospital even when he knew it’d get him in trouble with Sakura.

But he needed some more time. A lot of the people that were dead— that had been dead for a long time— were alive in this world.

Minato-sensei, his teammates, his father.

A part of him wanted to tear down the village searching for them but the other part was absolutely terrified.

When Sakura found him in the Yondaime’s ear, she didn’t try to kill him, which was surprising. Instead, she settled in the space next to him, her head pressing comfortably against his shoulder.

His arm moved of its own accord, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her closer into his chest. She smelled wonderfully of water, spring and sunshine; a familiar comforting scent that made the tension leave his shoulders instantly.

“How?” He finally asked.

“Forbidden scroll. Serum.” She responded. “Something only medics of my caliber can hope to concoct… I wasn’t counting on it though until Naruto…”

She seemed unable of finishing that sentence. His hold on her tightened.

“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, “I’m… on a team. With the Naruto and Sasuke of this world and… Hatake-sensei.”

Kakashi startled so profoundly, his knee jerked up and Sakura’s warm palm dropped on it and gently pressed it down, “it seems in whichever world I am, I’m meant to have a Hatake teach me.”

“…Have you met him?” He rasped, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Yes.” Sakura replied and he felt the ghost of her smile against his chest. “He looks so much like you it’s kinda scary. But he’s… more laid back. Slightly less strict. Has a better fashion sense too.”

The last one held a teasing tone and Kakashi’s throat constricted. He buried his face in her hair and took another trembling inhale. “Thank you.” He murmured with thick emotion, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his other arm around her in a tight embrace.

She shushed him again, fingers clenching in his shirt. “I love you.” Sakura said softly, pressing a small kiss above his pectoral, “There isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you, Kakashi.”

//

It wasn’t easy. In fact, it was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do; pretending that his previously dead loved ones presence wasn’t almost driving him off the wall.

They didn’t find his prolonged silenced strange, or his fast and sharp reflexes out of place. It seemed being an excellent however antisocial ninja wasn’t out of character for this Kakashi either.

He saw a lot of his old students, what with his father being their sensei and his sensei being Naruto’s father.

But he saw less of Sakura than he was comfortable with. Living under the same roof as his dad made it difficult to have her come over. In another life, she spent every night pressed to his side, naked curves moulding against his every edge, soft breath fanning his neck.

In another life, he would hold her close every time the nightmares got the best of him, would lose himself in the sensation of her body against his every chance he could afford. It was a very strange experience that despite getting back everything he lost, everything he ever dreamed of, it was her that filled his thoughts and it was her that every inch of him ached for.

Today, they were training together; Team Minato and Team Sakumo for Minato-sensei was busy with some Hokage business and couldn’t be available.

From the few past similar occurrences that happened since Kakashi arrived in the past, he gathered that Obito and Naruto were best friends / eternal rivals for the title Hokage. It kind of reminded him of his friendship with Gai except theirs involved much less spandex and a lot more fist fights. They were just as obnoxious as he remembered them and it made his heart ache with a strange mixture of longing and happiness.

And it seemed that Sasuke, while still an antisocial bastard, wasn’t that much of an asshole in this world and he and Naruto were practically attached at the hip.

Despite that, Kakashi didn’t like the way he looked at Sakura sometimes, at all. He didn’t know if it was the ‘overprotective boyfriend’ in him, as Sakura dubbed it, that was speaking or if it was simply the gut sense that never failed him, but he didn’t like it either way.

Kakashi washed his face and got dressed in his standard shinobi pants, form fitting under shirt with the mask attached and his chest and arm guards. His forehead protector sat familiarly on his head, not slanted to hide an eye that was never lost.

Strangely, he did have a scar there anyway. Obito said something about a fight with an Iwa-nin that he never got around to gathering the details of.

Kakashi strapped his swords on and took a look in the mirror… he looked ready for a very serious A-rank mission.

Sakumo snorted from the doorway to his room, and Kakashi whirled to face him, heart lurching go lodge in his throat.

He was still getting used to Sakumo’s presence and couldn’t stop himself from startling every time he appeared in the same general area, like Sakumo belonged there. Which, Kakashi supposed, now he does.

“Trying to impress someone?” His dad teased, familiar smile revealing sharp canines.

Kakashi swallowed with some difficulty and looked away. “They’re more comfortable.”

“I know.” His dad agreed with a nod, shaggy white hair falling into his eyes in an even more familiar gesture.

Kakashi really didn’t want to go around wearing a jounin vest everywhere he went because that would surely be out of character for this Kakashi, who was just a sixteen year old boy.

The next best thing was the silver chest protector similar to the ones he used to wear in ANBU… which apparently, he did join at some point and just quit very recently.

“Let’s go.” He finally said, before he could ponder the decisions this Kakashi made.

//

Kakashi wasn’t entirely sure if his dad pairing him with Sakura was purposeful or if it was a random matching.

A part of him said the former was the reason, other wise he had a feeling he would be paired with Sasuke… who was sulking that he was paired with Rin— a girl.

Well, Kakashi certainly enjoyed watching his teammate get so offended she managed to land a solid hit on Sasuke’s face and send him crashing into the ground like a rag-doll.

Both he and Sakura had trouble containing their snorts of amusement.

“Alright,” the rosette said with a faint smile as they both turned to face each other and took a fighting stance. “Rules?”

“Just taijutsu?” He suggested, cracking his stiff neck.

Sakura cracked her knuckles in reply, grin lighting up her face. “Fine, bring it on.”

She came at him with a speed that almost matched his famed one, but not quite. No one ever beat Kakashi when it came to speed. The silver-haired ninja nimbly side-stepped the attack, knocked her elbow aside, veering her off track, his hand already coming down to hit the back of her neck in a blow that would end the match.

The hit never connected, of course. Sakura ducked and rolled onto the ground, out of his reach, quickly changing directions and knocking his feet from beneath him.

Instead of crashing into the ground, Kakashi back-flipped and landed neatly on his feet again.

They traded blows, lethal in their accuracy but toned down in strength to avoid fatal injuries. They danced and twirled around each other in a flurry of kicks and ridiculous acrobatic moves that had the both of them snorting in amusement.

What ended the match was when Kakashi caught Sakura’s ankle in his palm (which sent a spike of pain up his arm) and flipped her over, pinning her to the ground. They proceeded then to flip each other over and over again, kicking at ribs and one time, his groin, which made him mock glare at her and Sakura to smirk evilly. Until finally, they both had each other in a choke hold, Sakura beneath him, pinned to the ground by his body, her every curve pressed deliciously against his and he was panting.

“Do you concede?” They breathed at the same time, which caused the both of them to smile.

“Tie?” Sakura tried.

“Tie.” Kakashi agreed and they released their hold on each other and Kakashi helped her back onto her feet.

He winced as another spike of pain raced up his arm and Sakura grinned, her palm already glowing green as she pressed it to his arm. The relief was immediate.

“So… have you grown rusty or have I grown stronger?” She hummed, working methodically on his injury.

Kakashi chuckled, “No, I’ve just grown younger.”

Sakura huffed out a laugh. “Evidently.”

“Bad look?” He bit the corner of his lip, trying to resist the hidden smile that wanted to bloom on his face.

“Nope.” Sakura immediately disagreed. “Equally charming.” To which Kakashi grinned.

“Makes me wonder,” Sakura hummed as the green glow of her hands faded and she rose on her tip toes to whisper in his ear, “if what’s under your clothes changed too.”

A spike of want rippled through him as she backed away and they locked eyes again. Hers mischievous, his dark.

Kakashi couldn’t resist leanimh in to breath in her ear in a heated whisper, “Why don’t you find out?”

“Sakumo-sensei, Kakashi and Sakura-chan are being gross!” Obito’s voice boomed out of nowhere and the couple were forcefully reminded that they weren’t alone. They quickly parted, putting some distance between them and turned to face a smug looking Obito who was covered in mud from head to toe.

Next to him, Naruto was in similar condition.

They both were staring at him and Sakura and Kakashi felt his face heat up and was thankful for his ever present mask.

“Says the guy covered in mud.” Sakura sneered without any real heat. Obito’s smile turned sheepish and he scratched at the back of his head as awkward chuckles tumbled from his mouth.

Sakumo dropped from a nearby tree, eyes holding a hint of curiosity, “Tie?”

Sakura shrugged, “Seems like it.”

Kakashi’s dad looked even more intrigued. “Well, match is over, you are free to do as you please.”

Sakura turned to look at Kakashi, “Yakiniku?”

“Lead the way.” He responded and Obito’s jaw dropped open.

//

“Ooh, ahh!” The rosette in his arms squirmed wildly as his digits pumped steadily into her molten heat, curling and uncurling inside her.

Hot water rained steadily on their heads, fogging the bathroom and glistening down her skin.

She looked so deliciously beautiful, hair sticking to her flushed skin, pinked lips parted invitingly, modest breasts rising and falling with every ragged breath.

Kakashi leaned down and covered her parted lips with his, tongue slipped into her mouth. The rosette in his arms moaned again, her tongue tangling with his, walls tightening around his fingers.

“Cl-lose,” she mewled, grinding against his fingers, “so close— oh— oh gods— Kakashi!— fuck— mhmmm.”

Her head fell back and her body shuddered, her walls squeezing him rhythmically and her fingers digging in his shoulders.

She panted, eyes shutting as her forehead fell against his. “So good,” she hummed, body still slightly quivering and she raised her head, lips findings his and kissing him thoroughly.

His fingers pulled out of her dripping heat and he brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean as she turned the water off.

He hitched her thigh up his hip and held her more securely against him as he exited her bathroom, arm wrapped tightly around her lower back and the other grasping her thigh in a firm hold.

He dropped her on the bed, crawling above her, his hair dripping over her collarbones, the water droplets sliding slowly down her flushed chest. Sakura’s fingers came up to tangle in his damp strands and pulled him closer, her lips meeting his in a heated match, legs sliding sensually up his sides.

Her teeth closed gently over his lower lip and tugged at the soft flesh, earning a grunt of approval. Kakashi couldn’t wait any longer. He parted her thighs widely and sank into her.

Sakura’s breath hitched and her back arched off the mattress at the abrupt invasion— his curled as all air left his lungs at the feeling of her incredible tightness squeezing him firmly.

“You’re so tight, baby.” He panted, pulsing inside her as periodic waves of heat travelled down his spine. He pressed his lips to the delicate skin of her neck and started to leave a trail of hot kisses along it, his thumb finding the pearl between her thighs and caressing it gently with the tip of his finger.

She tightened even more around him, knees trembling and a heated moan escaped her lips as her arms circled his lean body and grasped at his ass, pushing him closer to her.

Kakashi felt himself sink another inch deeper inside her and he growled heatedly into her neck and began pounding into her, the wet sounds of his cock sinking into her molten insides echoing loudly in the room.

Sakura cried out, her head falling back as concentrated waves of pleasure rippled trough her and her eyes squeezed shut.

Her hips moved against his, bouncing off the mattress with every thrust and he pushed her thighs farther up, exposing more of her to him, sinking deeper into her at an angle that left her screaming and begging for more.

“Oh gods, oh god— oh fuck—! Kakashi, I-I'm—!” Her nails dug into his biceps as her back arched and she came around him once more, her walls squeezing him again and again as she milked his orgasm out of him.

Kakashi swore and came in a series of long spurts, muscles jumping and stuttering, hips grinding against hers to ride out their highs until both of them were spent and she was twitching at every small touch.

He collapsed on top of her, panting harshly in her ear, body squishing hers to the damp mattress.

A long moment of silence followed before she let out a soft chuckle, her arms wrapping around him and her lips pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “I think we need to work on your stamina.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled into her skin but the small upward twitch of his lips betrayed him.

Sakura giggled tugging him to her lips for a much needed kiss. “I love you,” she murmured, tongue tracing his lower lip before sucking it between hers.

His breathed reply got lost in her mouth as Kakashi’s lips parted to allow her tongue to explore his and his hands moved to cup her face, getting so consumed in the feeling of her mouth and body that he lost sense of where she began and he ended.

//

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Good news: I have a week off.

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Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 3

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence, blood, language

Word Count: 3,575

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You couldn’t sleep that night. Not that you did on a normal basis. The only means of telling whether the sun had risen or fallen was the fist-sized vent in the ceiling of the massive, garage-like room you resided in.


So Chanyeol is his name.


Not that you had any interest in identifying your captor, however, he was a vague, violence-ridden mystery to you. Being from another realm, you had the ability to feel a person’s intentions and emotions after interacting with them rather strongly. A type of emotional radar. Chanyeol, however, was a different story. You were bombarded with a blinding overdose of sensations every time you tried to figure him out, and it frustrated you beyond belief.


So you sat there, hugging your knees on the creaky scaffold of a bed, compromising the perfect plan of escape.


I just have to get these weak-minded people to trust me.


After countless hours left in your own thoughts, you drifted into a tentative state of exhaustion.




Dawn eventually came, and your eyes were met with a burning sensation due to your resistance of sleep. You swung your legs around, earning a milk squeak from the rust-covered bed, and dusted off your white smock. The sound of a door unlocking jerked your attention to the main door of Chanyeol’s room. The cocky vampire himself appeared not long after the lock was broken and sauntered into the room, wearing a simple gray cargo jacket and worn brown jeans.. He didn’t so much as glance in your cage’s direction as he walked over to his large, king-sized bed and placed the large duffel that hung around his shoulder upon it. He continued to unzip the bag and the clinking of metal objects brushing against one another heightened your attention as he drew from it various items. All of them sent alarm bells ringing in your head.


A handgun.


A pair of metal cuffs.


And a chain.


He sniffed nonchalantly before grabbing the assortment of threatening objects and turning in the direction of your confinement. As he began to mess with the lock on the cage gate, you immediately flung yourself off of the bed and darted to the furthest side of its iron walls.


“Easy there, tiger,” Chanyeol placed the items on bed, “I want to take you somewhere outside of this dingy rust bucket for a bit.”


“And what if I respectfully decline?” You kept your eyes trained on the gun that had been thrown on the mattress.


“Then I’ll have to not-so-respectfully use other means to get you there regardless,” He smirked before his face fell, “Now come here.”


You didn’t budge, hands clutching the metal bars behind your back.


“Don’t make me do this the hard way, Angel-cakes.” Chanyeol’s voice lowered threateningly.


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This are the York women. Notice something? They all have their hair down. And it’s not just for promotional purposes. All the women on the York side tend to do so (Cathy Gordon, Marie de Bourgogne) with the noticeable exception of Margaret of York. In contrast, the women on the Tudor side wear their hair up in a very strict fashion. Lizzie and Maggie start wearing their hair up when they ‘enlist’ with the Tudors. Now, wearing you hair loose if you are woman in the XVth century England is not allowed. Except if you are the queen and on very special occasions. So here we are facing a blatant anachronism. What does it mean?

To a modern audience, loose hair might inspire thoughts of liberty and modernity. So what The White Princess is trying to tell us is that the York dynasty is much more open and less strict than the Tudors, those terrible oppressors of woman-kind. And here begins the obvious pro-York bias that a show about the birth of the Tudor dynasty has. And when I say obvious, I mean both painfully obvious, like the Yorks wearing lighter, richer color than the Tudors, and quite simply, painful.

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The White Princess is Faux-Feminism at it’s Finest-The Fandomentals

This hit the nail right on the head to me, not only does the narrative have a huge bias towards the Yorks, you even get it on a visual level. Of course they are far from the only period drama to do something like this, having Elizabeth Woodville, a woman in her 50′s leaving her hair down in her daily life when she’s out in public is beyond ridiculous. Also Margaret and Lizzie wearing their hair up is more than period appropriate for their ages and status, but then again they way Margaret was styled is a whole other problem. 

To a young, traditional Catholic

I understand your reasons for wanting to be a priest with the Society of St. Pius X. However, if you are looking to serve the Church as a priest, I would like to suggest applying someday to the Fraternity of St. Peter, or the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest, or the other traditional orders that are able to operate within the canonical structures of the Church and exercise a legitimate ministry for a larger group of people.

That you don’t feel any support, at home, for a vocation is sad and discouraging. Parents often say things like “Why can’t you have more normal interests? Why do you have to be so pious and be so involved with religion? Don’t you think you’d rather date and get married?”

In some cases, the mom or dad will get very angry at you. They think that traditional Catholicism, Latin Mass, and pious devotions are just weird and part of some kind of cult. This makes the home life very hard. No one wants to think that their mom or dad sees them as weird or a misfit.

You are not weird. You are not a misfit. You are not bad or wrong. You are a typical young guy who is coming into his own. And from the way you wrote me, I also think you have worked very hard to develop a good character with good moral fiber.

You have your own ideas and hopes for the future. You have a different mindset than they do about religion, God, faith, and lifestyles. It is just kind of shocking for parents when their teenage son turns out to be more “strict” and old-fashioned than them!

In a strict, traditional, Catholic home that attends Latin Mass and says the family rosary and talks about restoring the “old time religion” you would be adored and favored. If you talked about becoming a traditional priest, your dad would beam with pride and your mom would weep tears and say that you were the prince of her heart, making her so proud.

But instead, you live in a “modern family” with post-Vatican II, modern-type parents. LOL. You have to admit, God has a sense of humor, because it is such a crazy mix up! 

Once again, I say to you, do not be discouraged. There is a heaven-sent reason for your family life and how it has turned out. And believe it or not, there is a lot you can learn from the conflicts, clashes, and differences between you and your family. Sometimes, even the strongest guy can break down and cry with anger over the frustration of trying to get along.

But instead, try to find the silver lining in this dark cloud of struggle.

Are there criticisms that your mom or dad send your way that might be valid? Are there concerns about your “social skills” and how you act? Without giving in to the unnecessary negativity, are there ideas that will change you for the better by listening to your parents? Then focus on that. They have life experience that you do not have.

Yes, when I was a teen and i expressed a desire to be a priest, it caused a lot of conflict and pain. My dad said I had dashed his hopes, and wasted his dreams for me. He wanted me to become a professional with a more “practical” job that earned good money. Of course, he was bitterly disappointed with the thought that I would not visit him someday with my wife and children. 

It didn’t matter that my other siblings would get married, have families, and bring him grandchildren. That was the life he wanted for me also, because he believed that I would be much happier in life if, like him, I got married and became a family man.

It was the more stable and ideal life. The life of the priest, he said, would be filled with hardship, loneliness, and I would have an empty heart without a family.

You see, deep down, what every parent wants for their child is for them to be happy, to be with someone who takes care of them, and to share their life hopefully with children, and then be surrounded with great neighbors and friends who help them live a contented life.

When they see a son or daughter who seems stand-offish, a loner, a quiet and simple person, red flags go up. Every parent is afraid of the “socially bizarre” kid who doesn’t mix in with other folks and who may go through life as a “reject.” Or worse, they worry about an angry child who brings harm and destruction to themselves or others.

And it doesn’t help if you compensate for this tension by acting super smart, well-read, “highfalutin” in your talk, and, oh well, just kind of super geeky, like Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory.

So when parental authority gets really preachy, controlling, domineering, and gives you constant scolding, they are trying to get you back in line. They mean well, even if they make you very angry.

Thank you for being very patient thus far. I appreciate the note you sent me just to blow off steam and rant with someone you trust.

Thank you for doing chores, helping around the house, and doing your best to come out of your room and have a social life, even if they don’t always like your friends.

Thank you for being a good kid. I use that word “kid” affectionately and with respect.

And carry on (I won’t say “carry on my wayward son” even though that is one of my favorite songs LOL). Continue to read and enjoy your fictions and your hobbies. It’s healthy and normal for a guy to be into a little “fantasy life” unless it disconnects you from reality and makes you a depressed, unhappy person.

As a personal note, let me just say that certain eras of history should not be seen with so much nostalgia, and therefore, so much forgiveness. Great empires of the past may strike your admiration, but don’t allow that fascination to easily excuse and forgive the untold suffering those empires caused to millions.

Most of all, continue to fortify your prayer life with your reading, your devotions, the Lives of the Saints, and the sacraments.

You may or may not end up becoming a priest. May it please God to grant you a vocation and then to grant you perseverance. And yes, many, many priests came from backgrounds of difficult family life and parental conflicts. But in the long run, those things helped them as human beings and as priests. 

God will see to it that something good comes from your struggles as well. God bless and take care, Fr. Angel

tbh the way some abusive parents approach teaching their kids to be ~obedient~ would be funny to me if it wasnt so fucking traumatizing.

like if you make your kid do something/stop doing something out of the fear of consequences then theyll never actually understand why doing that/not doing that is important, and theyll only try to dodge the consequences?

example: the kid has to take their prescribed medication 3 times a day. the kid is afraid of failing to do so because they know the consequences will be dire. if the kid somehow forgets to take their medication at lunch, lets say, they will compensate by taking 2 pills in the evening so the number of pills checks out if the parents were to look.

making your child terrified of making mistakes fucks them up, and destroys any true parent-child communication, but i guess some people prefer to be ‘strict’ and ‘old fashioned’ and abuse their kids anyway lmao.

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Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader
Summary:
The innocent and helpless reader finds a place to stay with the Winchesters, after her family abandons her. Two years later, and sparks are flying between her and Dean. (reader 19 / Dean 32 here, so prolly around S8)
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dirgeforfaust  asked:

What's your dissertation on?

I’m looking at how mourning culture/our coping with death has changed over time. Starting from the Victorian era with the strict mourning rules and fashions and ending it with modern times where we’ve distanced ourselves from the mourning customs and the reality of death on personal levels, yet we deal with news of mass deaths and consume entertainment that deals with death daily. It’s a bit more complicated than that, but that’s it in a nutshell (:

(Edit: @dirgeforfaust: I study costume design (: )

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So… I could swear I did queue this for earlier today yet I can’t see it nowhere??? Can anyone confirm I’m not crazy???

As I said before (maybe) I had one of the shittiest weeks ever but at least I managed to do something with this. Yay me.

ps. when I said this was an AU, I really meant AU. Also: this is still a mess but I still hope you like it.  here’s part 1 in case you missed it/can’t remember what’s about lol 

That’s all, ily.


Stares.

She could feel them from all over the place; some heavy and lingering and some flittering, quick ones. Was there something on her face? On her clothes? Had she mismatched her outfit? Ámbar frowned before looking down at her white shirt and blue skirt, checking to see if everything was in order, but nothing was out of place. She wasn’t going crazy, she knew that. They were definitely, shamelessly, staring at her.

She huffed, glaring and rolling her eyes at everyone who was looking on her way to one of few the tables available; her mom had borrowed her car that morning without notice, leaving her to take public transportation to the faculty, which made her arguably late for her first class (she was ten minutes early for her teacher to arrive, but she was late to grab one the best seats in the room) and annoyed with the world.

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The GazettE members as teachers

Ruki: The strict, yet hot and fashionable teacher who gets pissed off if no one is paying attention to the lesson. Very popular with female students, has his own fanclub, gets many confessions from them, as well as offers to sleep with him in exchange for higher grades.

Uruha: He drinks booze in the staff room, and will sometimes accidentally spill champagne on a student’s test. Will sometimes talk about a game he played over the weekend, or ask students about their favourite kind of alcohol. He also knows how to rock eyeshadow.

Aoi: He’d be like, “Here’s what you’re supposed to do, now let me be”, and just chill at his desk, not even doing anything except for browsing through his phone.

Reita: A very chill teacher. He’d get easily derailed into a conversation about games, and he’d hand back assignments late. 

Kai: The perfect teacher, the one who is very encouraging, always tells students to talk to him if they need help, an overall sweetheart of a teacher with a smile to melt people’s hearts.

anonymous asked:

Do you consider trans women, women? I was reading through some of your responses to asks and it came off kind of like you thought that trans women who haven't transitioned aren't really women because they might have a penis.

The definition of woman I use here is that of a homo sapiens animal of the ova producing sex who has reached maturity. In short, adult human female.

The term female here is use in a strict scientific fashion, concerning sexed reproduction, which is a characteristic of the homo sapiens species.

The term “woman” can be also associated with the gendered socialization received from birth by a female human, which results in a set of ingrained traits and behaviors that because associated with female humans, but are in no way inherent. As Simone de Beauvoir said in her famous book “the Second Sex”, one is not born a woman, but becomes one. This is often erroneously interpreted to mean that womanhood is in no way connected to femaleness, but when seen in context, it’s pretty clear that Beauvoir was talking about the way discriminatory societal standards and expectations shape the behavior of female humans from birth, resulting in a collection of traits and behaviors that result of this traumatic socialization.

According to this definition, trans women are not women in the biological sense (not female) nor in the upbringing sense (were not socialized as women). Trans women are males who wish to be perceived as women by society and to perform the social role assigned to women. This is not inherently bad or anything, I personally believe people should be able to live and present themselves in any way they desire, providing they don’t harm others in the process, but a lot of trans women have a very distorted and innacurate idea of what it is to be a woman in this society.

Hope that makes the issue clear, Anon. Have a nice day!

This picture is from the finale at Alexander McQueen’s S/S 2001 show, “Voss”, where erotica writer Michelle Olley was encased within a mirrored box, which collapsed around her at the completion of the runway show. Moths, which had also been trapped in the box with her, swarmed her naked body, which was concealed only with a gruesome face mask; a direct reference to Joel-Peter Witkins’ ‘Sanitarium’. The dramatic finale was a commentary on the modern perception of beauty, and the entire “Voss” show was concocted by McQueen to criticize the fashion world’s strict ideals of feminine beauty. 

Just a girl

I was three years old, playing in my toy kitchen as my dad told me that it was good that I can cook. I’d get a nice husband if I’m a good cook.

I was six years old and in primary school, the boys would play football at lunch in the summer and take their shirts off. No girl would dare take theirs off, as that’s just wrong.

I was ten and I had been scolded for taking my shirt off in front of male family members. I understood of course, I am a girl, I cannot display my nude (however, not fully developed) body to people; that would be inappropriate.

i was eleven and a boy in my class would shout abuse at me, he would make me feel like giving up everyday. I had a huge group of friends and would never leave them, but I was willing. I told my mum I wanted to move school and she said I was pathetic, it’s just one boy. She told me boys are mean when they like you, that’s how they show affection. I was terrified of a boy ever liking me again.

I was twelve and an excited, young sportsman who was eager to lead the handball team. Four boys were picked to lead the teams as I slowly sunk my hand in shame. I asked why and got “boys have better experience with sports, they’re better at leading.” Despite the fact I’d played my whole life and could outrun the whole team. I was just a girl.

I was thirteen and I wore my nicest black dress and nude heels to my first house party. A boy whispered in my ear that I was hot and I was teasing him. I was terrified, but, it was my fault for wearing a little black dress.

I was fourteen and left appalled by an all girls assembly in my school telling me that my skirt is too short and that it is decreasing my self respect. I politely asked if the dress code could be less strict and why my fashion choice had anything to do with my self respect. I was told “that’s the way it is” and “boys see girls as pieces of meat, it’s your job to cover up” “you’re not giving a good impression going out like that.”
There was nothing I could do to change it. I was just a girl.

By law, I am not allowed to engage in sexual activity, so why are my legs being sexualised when I am still a minor? Why were the boys who were whispered to by girls allowed to laugh in their face and call them sluts? Why can only boys lead a sports team to victory? Why aren’t boys fulfilling “feminine” traits such as cooking and cleaning? Why was I told I need to change myself to get a husband? WHY DO I NEED A HUSBAND?

Throughout my short life I have realised that I have been effected by many social issues. Everyday sexism, discrimination, harassment and “lack of self-respect.” My future, sexuality and life choices have been forced upon me from an age that I was far too young to comprehend. And I thought that whatever my parents or a member of authority said was correct. I was brainwashed. Whenever a teacher told me something I questioned, I was told that I was wrong for disagreeing with them. They were always right. I felt stupid and controlled. I was made to dress feminine and I had abuse romanticised right in front of me. I had every requirement handed to me giving the impression that, If I completed them things appropriately I can be deemed a girl.

All my life I have been shaped to become something I am not. I couldn’t do anything about it. I’m just a girl.

DeanXShy!Reader- Part 8

Request: FINALLY MONDAY YESSS!! can u do a one shot where the reader is latina and is dating dean but she has a really big family and they want to meet dean. and while he’s there he’s really uncomfortable because there are so many people and they are all really loud (I’m latina believe me, it’s like a rock concert) and are speaking spanish at him and the reader is just cracking up. sorry it’s super specific, but something like that would be nice thanks

Request: Hola. Its kinda late for this…ive been meaning to ask since Nov. I’d love a Deanxreader where she and the boys have x-mas w/ her family. The fam doesnt know about their relatoinship. Thy know she’s a hunter but still treat her like a niave lil girl

Request: shy!reader part 8 where dean gets jealous? please!! :D

Request: Hey I was wondering if you can make a part 7/8 of shy girl something about her getting sick or really really upset about something or make one about Dean and the reader finally doing it.

Request: Can you please do a chapter 8 on the shy girl story it was the best!!! Please continue it

A/N: Alright, so I don’t really say any nationality, so just kinda change it up to fit your family. Also, in any dialogue, the italicized words are spoken in a different language.

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Sleepover

You wake up to your phone vibrating on the floor. Pulling the blanket off you lean over and pick it up. Letting your eyes adjust to the light. The time read 2 am.

*4 new messages*

You roll your eyes and shake your head as you see it’s from your boyfriend.

‘Are you awake?’
‘I’m bored and your brother is sleeping.’
‘Does he usually take up the whole bed?’
'He’s sleep talking o.o’

You lay back down on your bed facing the ceiling. Since he finished his tour, the company let them take off for a month. For one week you both decided that he came to visit you and for the rest of the month you go to South Korea with him.

Your parents were strict and old fashioned so they made him sleep in your brothers room across the hall. Today was his first night and it sucked not being able to be together.

'I’m awake now.’ You reply and wait for his text. You continue waiting but no reply. 'Maybe he fell asleep’ you thought to yourself. Turning over you put the phone back on the ground and decide to go back to sleep.

As you were closing your eyes you heard a door slowly open. Picking up your head you see a light coming from the doorway and then someone closes your door. You squint trying to get a good look at the person who just entered your room.

“Hey.” The figure says right next to you. “Move over.” He whispers. You move over and let him under the covers with you.

“We’re going to get in so much trouble.” You whisper turning to face him as you both laid down.

“I’m not going to fall asleep. I just can’t sleep. Why aren’t you sleeping, little missy?” He says poking your cheek. You glare at him even tho he couldn’t see you.

“I don’t know maybe cause you kept texting me?” He starts laughing and places his hand over his mouth.

“Good.” He says and searches the bed for your hand. “Where’s your hand?” He whispers. You lift it up to his face.

“Here.” He comes closer to your hand.

“No not this one. The other one.” You put that arm under your head and put the other hand in his face.

“This one?” You say laughing.

“No the other one.” He whispers and you both laugh lightly. He takes it and interlocks his hands in yours. “Are you tired?” He asked as he rubs his thumb across your hand.

“Yeah but with you here I’m not.” You say.

“Really? Cause I’m about to fall asleep.” You laugh and lightly push him. “I’m kidding.” He says laughing.

“You better be! Waking me up…” You turn over to look at the clock on the nightstand. “2 am!” You say laying back down laughing.

“I’m sorry.” He says and picks up your hand kissing it. “Your brother is a horrible sleeper.” You laugh.

“I’ve never slept in the same bed with him so I have no clue.” All of a sudden you both hear a door open and footsteps. Your eyes widen and you both freeze. The footsteps come closer to your door. He squeezes your hand a little tighter. Then the footsteps continue on passed your room. As you hear them go downstairs you let out a breath.

“Was that your dad?” He whispers really softly.

“I have no clue but I hope not.” You whisper back.

“Should I go back?” He asks. Then you hear footsteps come back up the stairs. They pass by your room and you hear a door close. This time you hear him let out a breath. You laugh a little.

“What are you a scaredy cat?” You say laughing. “I think someone just went to go get water.”

“Don’t lie I heard you let out a breath when they first passed by.” He said laughing. Taking your hand he places it on his heart. “My hearts beating so fast.” You laugh along with him.

“Mine too.”

“Now look who’s the scaredy cat.” He says and you know he’s sticking out his tongue so you stick yours out too. “I know for a fact your sticking out your tongue right now even though I can’t see you.” You both laugh.

“Like you weren’t.” You say.

“Did you see me?”

“No.” You say laughing.

“Then you have no proof.” He says laughing. You lightly push him again. “I’m just kidding. Yeah I was.”

“I knew it.” You say. Silence followed. You look at him and then you felt your eyes slowly start closing. You then feel his hand crawl up your arm. “What are you doing?” You say laughing as he reaches your shoulder.

“Where’s your lips?” You laugh and take his hand in yours. You pick up his hand to your lips.

“Here.” You whisper against his skin. He then comes closer and places his lips on yours.

“Good night.” He says pulling away.

“Good night.” You say as he slowly gets up and off the bed. He walks over to the door.

“Ow.” You hear him whisper loudly.

“What?” You say lifting up your head.

“Stop leaving stuff on the floor. How am I supposed to sneak in and out of your room at night?” You laugh and lay back down.

“Bye.” You say as he opened the door.

“See you tomorrow.” He says closing the door. You hear his footsteps and a door opening and closing. After a couple minutes your phone vibrates. You pick it up and read the text.

'Your brother took the whole bed -_-’ you laugh covering your mouth.

'That’s what you get for waking me up :P’ You say putting down your phone and closing your eyes.