Whats Up With The Weird Misogyny In Some Fics?? Like I Get That Ur All “so Thirsty” But Some Of What

POV : you have been scrolling for the past hour and all you see is SMUT

Please...life is lot more than fucking🙏🏻

She/her | Bookstan | DC | Naruto | Uchiha's Apologist | Defender Rhaenyra and Rhaenys Targaryen | Jason todd protector | team Black | Free palestina | Brazilian-Latina

Characters I've already written

Jason Todd

Roy harper

Madara Uchiha

Zuko

Ben blackwood

Benedict Bridgerton

Manjiro Sano "Mikey"

I have already written these characters and I write them normally, but I accept requests.💕

Note: my English is terrible, so I use Google translate to correct it, sorry for any mistakes.

°•My masterlist•°

Jason Todd

Alliance

Warning: None.

Summary: Jason and you have been dating for a few weeks, but you don't have a wedding ring, so you solve the problem.

Bathtub

Warning: +18

Summary: You've been in the bathtub for too long and Jason comes to get you.

Memories of the night

Warning: +18, Mention of sex

Summary: You remembering last night

Madara Uchiha

wedding custom 

Warnings: Mention of the wedding night

Summary: Where you refuse an ancient practice of other people taking off their clothes at nuptials.

A little hope in war

Warnings: None, just mention of war and death

Summary: Little!senju!you and little!Madara in love meeting in secret

Benedict Bridgerton

Serious conversation

Warnings: None, just lots of cuteness and kisses.

summary: You have an argument that doesn't end in an argument.

Ben(davos) Blackwood

Letter

Warnings: Ulterior motives, if you know what I mean.

summary: Ben goes to Dragonstone for a talk with you

Zuko

The time has come

Warnings: Mention of sex

Summary: You talk to Suki and Katara about your first night with Zuko, during your wedding.

Roy Harper

Secrecy

Warnings: Explicit sex, Bad English

Summary: Roy is afraid his brother will catch you two in the middle of sex.

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

Reunion

Warning: Sexual innuendo, Sexual content. +18

Summary: You find yourself inside Mikey's car, and there's a lot of sexual tension.

Memories of the night

Jason Todd × reader

Warning: +18, Mention of sex

Summary: You remembering last night

Masterlist

You were lying on Jason's bed, in Jason's apartment and in Jason's city.

He was next to you, reading Jane Austen.

For the 10th time this year, probably.

He was focused. And it felt good when he did that, and how he did.

You lick your lips, thinking about last night, how he sucked you off and then fucked you until your legs went weak.

Damn hot nerd who fucks well.

Putting your cell phone and thoughts aside, you stand up and take the books from his hand. Making Jason raise his eyebrow in question.

Putting the book on the table next to you and crossing your leg so that it was on top of Jason's muscular thighs.

He smiles, when he realizes your intentions and licks his lips, looking at your mouth, putting his hand on your waist and the other on the back of your neck, grabbing your hair. You put your hands on his shoulders.

- You know... I was remembering some things. - you say, sliding on his lap, making you feel his hard cock.

Jason sighs, closes his eyes a little and lets out a 'hmmm'.

- What things? Maybe you could jog my memory.

- I certainly can. - You say and kiss his mouth.

Jason runs his hand down your back, squeezing it there so that you are closer to him. With his other hand, he pulls your hair while kissing you.

Secrecy

Roy Harper × Fem!reader

Warnings: Explicit sex, Bad English

Masterlist

- Fuck. - you moaned again, rolling your eyes, when you felt a ball form in your belly.

Your face was pressed against the wall of your room, next to the unlocked door that at any moment someone could walk in, your hips were pressing between the desk and Roy's as he thrust deep into you.

Your desk banged against the wall with every hard thrust you took.

The cold air along with the goosebumps that rose against your spine made your breasts feel goose bumps.

Your hands were on the wooden table, your nails dug into it, as you tried to maintain your balance and discount the insane pleasure you were feeling.

His ass was facing Roy's hips when he received a slap. - Roy! - You moaned loud enough for your brothers, who were at home, to hear.

- As much as the idea of being caught is very exciting, I don't want to lose my balls, my love. - He spoke close to your ear, slowing down the pace and making you whimper as you were approaching your orgasm.

He pulled out of you with a groan, you looked back as he turned you around and placed you on top of the desk, putting his arm over it and throwing everything there on the floor.

Roy reached behind her knees, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to him. You moaned as the cold air hit between your legs.

- So wet for me. - He said as he ran his finger between your folds, rubbing your clit, sending a shiver down your spine and a charge of electricity to your belly. Making the butterflies fly like crazy. Roy stuck two fingers inside you, and you moaned and closed your eyes, looking at him.

He moved his fingers inside and curled them, hitting her spot.

- Fuck, Roy. - You moaned, scratching the table below you, arching your back and opening your legs wider, as he moved and rubbed his fingers at that spot inside you.

You moved your hips in search of more contact with his fingers when he pulled them out of you. - No. - You moaned exasperatedly at losing the delicious sensation you were feeling.

You looked at him angrily, wanting to know why he denied your orgasm twice.

He smiled, placing his other hand in your hair while the one inside you was inside your mouth.

- Your brother is coming.

You snorted.

- This isn't over.

smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)

Me when I realize I'll never have a romance with my favorite character 😢

Track 3 ft izana Kurokawa (part of the campfire stories collection)

Izana is counting your breaths.

In. Out. In. Out.

You're turned away from him, holding the duvet up to your cheek and wrapped around your fist like you're going to punch through a window. And he's watching your chest rise and fall, fast and shallow breaths because you've not been asleep for long and he knows you're always quiet when you do. Often, when he's late, he finds you under the covers and his heart will stop, or miss a beat because your chest hardly seems to move and your breath is near silent and then you'll stir or twitch as you're prone to do and he sighs in relief.

But this time, he's watching you, with his chest to your back and winding a finger around your hair, playing with the end as he listens hypnotically to the rhythmic undulation of your breathing. He's tracing the marks on your back, small birthmarks and old scars with a long finger till he reaches your tailbone and then pulls away to grab his phone from the nightstand.

When he sits up, you twitch again and he holds his breath as he watches you turn onto your stomach, the crown of your head now glossy with the light that spills in through the gap in the curtain.

Izana calls his last contact, one hand still resting on your back, his voice low and apprehensive.

'Hey,' Kakucho whispers, his own voice gravelly and rough and undulated with dryness. 'What's up? It's late.'

Izana clears his throat and Casts a glance to the slat in the curtain where an orange flare of light comes and goes as a car rolls past.

'Were you sleeping?' izana asks, keeping his voice low and quiet, a bare whisper above the faint hum of the heating chugging through the pipes.

'Yeah, sorta, but it's fine. What's wrong?'

'I....I need to ask you something.'

Kakucho sits up on his own side, and turns to flick on the bedside lamp, the bed cold and empty save for the duvet and a haphazardly thrown cushions on the bare bedspread.

Izana falters here. Because it's never been easy. And it's not easy now. When you're next to him, and so real under his hands, and kakucho is both his closest confidante, and he's surrounded by the two he .... Cares about.

'Yeah?'

Izana lapses into silence, weighs it on his tongue, his teeth coated in anxiety, a thick film that tastes of fear and salt.

'I....' He starts, his hand moving from your back to the bedspread, twisted in his hands as he pulls at the loose threads. 'I mean...she....there's something wrong.'

Kakucho's nerves flare to attention, and he's half a mind to grab his jacket and come straight over, ever the hero, ever the sacrificial lamb for his king. 'What? Is she sick? Shall I call a doct-'

'no no, not like that,' izana says, an ear trained on you and your soft and even breaths. 'She's uhm- she's- I think she's upset.'

'Huh? Did you have a fight?'

'No, no we didn't. She's just...I think there's something else.' and then, a whisper like a caress, said under his breath, like a secret he's afraid to divulge. 'I don't know what to do.'

Kakucho releases the tight breath in his chest and leans back against the headboard, fishing for a cigarette in the bedside drawer. 'Oh I see. Tell me what it is, I'll see if I can help.'

Izana frowns, more in confusion at himself than anything else, in difficulty at it all. 'She's....she seems sad a lot, and quiet recently. I tried to ask her what was wrong, and I tried to spend time with her, but it doesn't seem to work.'

'Ah. You're worried?'

'A bit.' After a pause. 'A lot really.'

'You think it's you don't you? That it's something to do with you?'

'I didn't....I didn't say that.'

'But you were thinking it. You were thinking about why she hasn't told you, or whether she doesn't trust you.'

Izana shifts uncomfortably and makes a sound from the back of his throat.

'It's fine you know. I've known you both long enough. I think I understand.'

'You understand?' and izana almost ends the call then, when you twitch and your legs brush his under the duvet, your soft thighs now rubbing against his for warmth. He strokes your neck absently, soft and gentle, the way you'd touch a butterfly without hurting the wings, marvelling at the softness of it under your touch. Sometimes he thinks of you like that. A thing whose wings he might break on accident, some slip of his hand that'll hurt you even if he doesn't intend you, because that's just what he is. A monster through and through. And you are so delicate, so good and wholesome and kind and so easily breakable that it's almost bound to happen.

'I do. I don't think you need to do anything though.'

'Huh? What do you mean?'

Kakucho taps the cigarette against his lips and takes a long drag, exhaling into the air where the whir of air con blows the smoke through the vents. 'I mean, it's not you. I think you just need to give it time, let her tell you when she's ready.'

'But she's upset-'

'I know. But you have to trust her. She probably doesn't want to bother you.'

'But it's not bothering me,' izana says, adamant, a twitch of defiance in his voice- to which kakucho can only chuckle in his chest.

'I know, but I think she assumes it does. So maybe remind her, tomorrow- you know, that you'll be there if she needs to talk.'

Izana cramps here. His chest constricting at the thought- at the show of vulnerability that that might entail because he's never been very good at the whole receiving and giving affection thing. If you asked, and even if you didn't, he'd carve out the world for you, and more. But you never seem to ask for anything and he often wishes you would. Be a little demanding, a little less compliant because it aches inside when he thinks of you being unhappy and swallowing it down for his sake. Like you're afraid to show anything to him that you think he doesn't want to see, like you can make that kind of decision for him.

'izana?'

Izana bites his lip, and his eyes fall on the way the duvet curls around your body, how soft and inviting it looks even now, moonlight drawing a finger across your skin, the curve of your arm and shoulder half hidden under the covers.

'I'm here. Just thinking.' And he clears his throat, again. A little lighter, a little more like he can sleep.

'you good?'

He has what he needs now, and it makes more sense than it did before. 'Yeah.' and then. 'Get some sleep kakucho.'

And kakucho takes that as his cue, understand the subliminal message underneath because izana is not half as complicated as he believes himself to be and get some sleep means thank you, means he appreciates it even if he refuses to mention it.

'Yeah. You too. I'll see you tomorrow.' Kakucho puts the phone down and the air con whirs, as it does.

Izana traces a finger along the curve of your ribs, counts them individually, along with your breath, before he slides into bed next to you, arms held tight and close around you with his lips finding the dip in your neck.

And counts your breath as he falls asleep.

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man i feel so fucking betrayed when i read about my fav characters sleeping around with random people like, NO HE DOESNT!!! SHUT UP😭😭😭 i feel genuinely cheated on this is not fair how do people deal with this

I have an image of this man, leave me alone I sWEAR TO GOD-

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Geto does this thing with his nose.

It’s something you noticed not too long ago, something he does when he’s lost in thought, deep in his memories and trying to sort out the pieces of puzzles in his head.

His nose, the perfect nose on that perfect face-

Scrunches up.

It wrinkles under the thoughts moving around his head, twitching side to side with with monotone “uhhhhh…” when you ask him spontaneous questions.

It writhes when he tries to choose his words carefully, usually when they’re ones of scolding, and it almost takes your focus from the topic at hand to how absolutely precious the sight is.

And yeah, it wrinkles under the force of laughter that he lets out, when he’s deep in joy and his smile is too big to contain, but that’s a corner of love that’s reserved for his hidden dimples. His crinkled little nose is far easier to activate.

Even right now, as you ask him what dinners he has planned the rest of the week, you’re barely able to keep track of anything he’s listing off because that pretty little nose scrunches between the days of the week.

“I guess I got the hamster wheel going?” You tease, chin resting dreamily on the palm of your hand. He cocks a brow, his lip twitching slightly in annoyance.

Along with his nose, of course.

“What did you call me?”

“I didn’t call you anything,” you snicker. “In your head. You’re deep in thought.”

“…. What?”

You roll your eyes, but the smile stays all the same, “nothing, babe. I just like your thinking face.”

“You should like all of my faces,” he says, wrinkling his nose as if wanting to say more, but fighting it back.

You smirk. Then, you lean up to gently grip his chin and kiss the tip of that wriggling nose.

“You’ve got no idea, Suguru.”

STRAUME / FLOW (2024) — dr. Gints Zilbadolis

🏆 Academy Award for Best Animated Feature Film