#Males shouldn't be matched against women

[coochiequeens]

Update on a story I posted about earlier this week

President of Canadian Powerlifting Union QUITS in the wake of transgender controversy - as female competitor April Hutchison who was suspended for speaking out slams him for 'not protecting women in sport'

Shane Martin, president of Canada's powerlifting body, has resigned

Last week, the union suspended April Hutchinson for two years after she spoke out about a transgender rival

In August, transgender powerlifter Anne Andres set a new Canadian woman's national record

Hutchinson told DailyMail.com she plans on appealing her suspension  

By RACHEL BOWMAN FOR DAILYMAIL.COM

PUBLISHED: 16:39 EST, 16 November 2023 | UPDATED: 16:56 EST, 16 November 2023

President of Canada's powerlifting body has resigned less than a week after suspending a female athlete for criticizing a record-breaking transgender rival.

Shane Martin, Canadian Powerlifting Union (CPU) president, submitted his letter of resignation on Sunday, November 12.

'This position has become something I no longer recognize and I am not the one to lead this organization,' he said in his resignation.

Hid decision came just days after the organization suspended powerlifter April Hutchinson for an appearance on Piers Morgan Uncensored in August where she remarked on the 'physical advantages that a male has over a female.'

Hutchinson told DailyMail.com of Martin's resignation, 'Anyone especially a federation leader that does not protect women and ensure fairness in sport should rightfully so resign.'

President of Canadian Powerlifting Union resigned less than a week after suspending a female athlete for criticizing a record-breaking transgender rival

April Hutchinson praised his resignation, just days after she was set to be suspended by CPU for criticizing a transgender competitor  

She began powerlifting four years ago, and said she started her campaigning against transgender athletes' inclusion in biological female categories around a year ago.

Despite being warned almost immediately she would be banned for her stance, she said she continued speaking out for the past year because, essentially, 'we have no policy at all to protect women and girls in sports.'

After slating the transgender athlete on TV, Hutchinson became the focus of an ethics investigation by the governing body, which she tweeted the results of.

'I now face a two-year ban by the CPU for speaking publicly about the unfairness of biological males being allowed to taunt female competitors and loot their winnings,' Hutchinson said.

'Apparently, I have failed in my gender-role duties as “supporting actress” in the horror show that is my #sport right now.

'This... Even though a 13-page letter was sent to the CPU in October thoroughly debunking all accusations. Obviously, someone had to pay the price for the IPF forcing CPU to be more female-friendly.

'Let this be a lesson to all female athletes to shut-up and put-up with #SexDiscrimination. In truth, my fight does not stop here.'

Hutchinson told DailyMail.com she plans to appeal the decision by the union to suspend her.

She shared her frustration in a fiery opinion piece for DailyMail.com where she pleaded for fairness in the sport and slammed trans competitor Anne Andres for mocking her female rivals as 'weak.'

She said Andres was 'taking to social media to mock females, to belittle us as weak, to rub it in our faces.' 

At one point Andres even characterized a female rival as having 'little T-Rex arms'. 

She said that when Andres won another contest, watching her put a stuffed toy T-Rex on the podium appeared particularly pointed - especially as she noted that the only two others on the podium were only there as every other competitor had dropped out.

Hutchinson said she was threatened with a suspension when she complained too, but said she won't stop her campaigning.

'Andres has been allowed to compete, take the podium in place of a biological woman and set national records that may never be broken,' she concluded.

'Everyone knows this is unethical. But the federation has been too cowardly to do anything because the Canadian government protects "gender identity" from discrimination, alongside race, gender and sexual orientation,' she said. 

'As a result, the rights of biological women are trampled. Women must demand fairness, but even that is not enough.'

In August, Andres set a new Canadian woman's national record at the CPU National Championships – which is also an unofficial women's world record.

Andres lifted a total 597.5kg across the squat, bench and deadlift disciplines - 200kg more than her closest opponent, SuJan Gill. 

Hutchinson began powerlifting four years ago, and said she started her campaigning against transgender athletes' inclusion in biological female categories around a year ago

Transgender athlete Anne Andres was criticized for remarks she made earlier this year about her female competitors, who she said were 'so bad' at bench press - she described one as having 'little T-Rex arms' 

Andres sparked backlash in August when she captured the Canadian women's national record, beating out her nearest competitor by over 200kg in total 

Following Andres sweep, the International Powerlifting Federation (IPF) issued the CPU with an ultimatum to align with the international governing body's rules on transgender competitors after trans competitor Anne Andres trounced her female competitors.

IPF rules state that competitors must prove their gender identity with government-issued ID and disclose their testosterone levels, mirroring similar policies by international sports governing bodies.

Martin said in his resignation adjusting to these rules is not what he signed up for and somebody else would be better suited for the job.

'I wanted to focus on increasing budgets for refereeing and coaching, but the last year has shifted into something I can no longer do,' Martin said.

Hutchinson believes the policy is 'very strict' to get through.

'It's protecting women. The IPF have stepped in. They don't believe in discrimination against women, and it's not fair, so this policy is a step in the right direction for women and girls and sports,' she said.

'Right now, that means that Anne cannot lift. [She] will have to apply and go through all the testing, get all the medical documentation - it could take years.'

[authorhjk1]

Christmas present

Shin Ryujin X Shin Yuna X Male Reader

You watch the four women enter the lobby of the hotel. They all wear expensive outfits, showing that they just came back from a very important event.

Putting down your phone, you sigh as you watch them walk towards you. Your girlfriend is a few steps ahead of the rest.

You often wonder how you were able to land a woman like her. Especially considering your occupation.

Her black dress is showing off more of her legs than you can drool over. It fits tightly around her body. Her heels make her taller than she exactly is, which makes her members look even smaller. Although she still has a long way to go to match your hight. Her red hair is draped over her right shoulder

Shin Yuna reaches your table, glancing at your food. She steals one of your fries, before you cup her cheek with your hand.

"Hi, babygirl."

Your favorite pet name of hers.

"Hi, daddy."

She whispers, before pecking your lips.

Your cool facade almost crumbles. She always does this. Teasing you in public, while even her members are around.

You glance over her shoulders to look at her members.

Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong stand behind her. While Yeji and Chaeryeong smile at you, Ryujin has a disgusted look on her face. Yuna made her promise to not tell the other girls. Although the older one is against the two of you, she finally gave way, saying that Yuna should learn from her mistakes.

"Congratulations, girls."

You smile at all of them.

"Thank you, (y/n)."

Yeji suggests that they go up and change. Yuna however stays with you.

"Haven't had dessert yet?"

You shake your head, but you know where this is heading.

Yuna walks around the table, leaning down. You smell her perfume.

"I'm sure we can find something in your room for you to eat."

"Yeah?"

You reach up and hold her chin with your hand. Pulling her down, you are face to face with your girlfriend.

"Can't wait to have a taste of that sweet pussy."

Yuna blushes in your hand.

She does tease you in public, but always finds away to talk her way around it. You are the one saying all the bad words. Considering your occupation, it shouldn't come as a surprise.

"Wha-What are you waiting for then?"

You love the way you make her stutter like this. Yuna avoids your eyes quickly.

You get off your chair, pulling her towards you. With your hand around her waist, the two of you walk towards the elevator.

A couple of minutes later, your face is buried between Yuna's legs. Her heels are lying next to the door, your jacket hanging from the doorknob. She got rid off your shirt as well, leaving small bites on your shoulders while you carried her to your bed.

Now kneeling in front of it, you enjoy the taste of your girlfriends pussy. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, giving you access to her core.

"Oh god, daddy."

Yuna sighs, her nails digging into your scalp as you drive her towards her orgasm.

Her moans and whines become louder. You dig your tongue into her pussy, while your thumb rubs her clit. The sweet taste of her juices makes you keep going. Her thighs close around your head as Yuna squirms on the mattress.

She is unable to lift her head to watch you. She can't do much more than moan, trying to be as quiet as possible. Yuna's hips buck towards your face, needing more and more of your tongue.

Making Yuna cum before you fuck her has become a habit by now. A necessity almost. You grow harder at the thought. Yuna isn't the tightest you've ever had, but you don't want to use lube everytime you fuck her. Partially because it would ruin you financially. Sex plays a big role in your relationship.

"Daddy! Gonna cum!"

Yuna can't hold back a shriek as she finally reaches her orgasm. She rolls around on the sheets, your head still in between her thighs. Her face is flushed and her ankles are locked behind your neck.

You slurp up some of your girlfriend's cum, enjoying her sweet taste. If she wasn't this wet, you wouldn't be able to fuck her properly.

Standing up, you get on the mattress as well, waiting for Yuna to come back to reality. It sometimes feels like she gets knocked out by her orgasms for a couple of seconds.

A moment later her hands are on your body. In one swift motion, Yuna pulls your boxers off of you, while you raise your hips slightly.

The sight of your cock makes Yuna's heart jump. You are the biggest she's had. And you are way above average. But Yuna would think you would be lying, if you told her you meet guys who have a bigger dick than you.

Stacking both her hands on top of each other as she holds your shaft, Yuna eyes your cock in awe. There is still enough space for her mouth left. She hungrily starts at your tip. Her tongue doing all kinds of motions and movements, coaxing you to full hardness.

"Fuck, Yuna."

You look at her, lying on the bed, with your cock in her mouth. Only through sheer dumb luck you were able to book a room in the same hotel as hers. You accepted an offer to shoot somewhere around here, which means you can have some more time with Yuna. The other members don't even know what you do for a living. Except for Yuna and Ryujin.

You take a fistful of her red hair, pulling her further onto your cock. She hasn't managed to take your entire length into her mouth since you first started dating. But that doesn't mean Yuna doesn't stop trying.

You hear another beautiful gag of hers as she forces her throat to open up. More of your cock slowly disappears into her greedy mouth. Yuna's eyes stare at you, silently asking if she is doing a good job. You nod, guiding her head further down.

Yuna's body shivers as she reaches the halfway mark. Your cock is fully filling her mouth and throat. And yet, Yuna keeps trying to fit in more. The walls of her throat tighten around you, her gag reflex, which she is trying to get rid of, is massaging your cock.

"Need your pussy, babygirl."

You sigh as you slowly pull her up by her hair.

Yuna smiles around your cock, lifting her head off your crotch, but not without letting her tongue glide along it's length.

"You want me to ride you?"

It's a tough question. The both of you like this position, but it's not as easy as it sounds. Yuna just can't take all of your cock that easily. On bad days, you are only able to push halfway inside of her. On good days she is able to take three quarters of your cock.

But you nod anyways, unable to resist the thought of her body on top of yours.

When she hovers above your cock, the two of you stare into each other's eyes. Yuna's big orbs glisten with affection and lust. She would've fallen in love with you, even if your cock was around average. The fact that it's this big has made her into a submissive slut for you.

That reminds you of something.

"It's in the drawer."

Yuna's smile widens, knowing what you mean. It was a birthday present to you from her. Well, it was part of a present. Yuna herself, lying on your bed with only purple lingerie on while waiting for you to come home, was the best part of the gift.

You hold her thighs, her pussy lips grazing the tip of your cock as she reaches for the knob on the drawer. She fishes out a small object. You wait for her to put it on herself, before she puts her hair back.

"What do you think?"

She poses as if she was modeling for a diamond necklace. You chuckle, looking at her choker.

"Beautiful."

It's purple, matching the lingerie she was wearing that day. Sparkling letters are decorating the thin fabric. "Size queen"

Yuna really is one. She never thought of herself that way, until she met you. Since the first time she saw your cock, she started to become addicted. No matter where or when, she always needed you to fuck her. She was never this horny before.

Without you knowing, Yuna spend a lot of time researching online. She wants to find a way to fit your whole cock into her pussy. You are just slightly too big for her, which she has to accept for now. But she never stops trying.

With her new choker on, Yuna plants her thighs on the bed next to yours. You take a hold of them, enjoying the soft skin.

"I want it deep, daddy."

She always does.

Your girlfriend slowly sinks onto your cock. Her loud, drawn out moan echoes through your room. You see how her pussy lips wrap tightly around your thick cock. Her walls are so tight, you have to close your eyes, waiting for her to open up more.

Every time you penetrate her for the first time, it's always a small struggle before you are able to enjoy her pussy.

"Fuck, daddy. My insides."

Yuna moans, feeling your cock pressing against her organs.

She is slowly sliding down your cock, reaching her limit at the half. For now.

Your girlfriend stops her movements, breathing heavily. You can almost feel her pussy adjusting to your size, getting used to being stretched out like this.

Quickies with Yuna aren't usually possible. It takes some time before you are able to properly fuck her. But once you do, she makes sure to make your cock feel as good as she can.

"Fuck, daddy."

Yuna sighs as she slowly starts to lift herself up again, her thighs flexing underneath your hands.

Places like dressing rooms or public bathrooms aren't safe enough for Yuna to make her pussy accept your cock properly. You usually only eat her pussy and she gives you blowjobs. But when she is really craving your cock, you do fuck her in public. Slowly. Not deep. It's more pleasure for her than it is for you. Her size kink acting up, when she gets wet, knowing that you are too big for her pussy.

After a couple up and downs, Yuna is able to ride you at a steady pace. Still slow, but fast enough to make you groan occasionally.

Her head has rolled back by now, showing off the choker around her throat. Your girlfriend's pussy is tightly wrapped around your cock, her warmth taking over your body.

"So big."

Yuna sighs, feeling how your cock stretches her out. You are still only halfway inside of her, but she is already in the clouds. Her hair is swinging wildly behind her as she picks up the pace.

From earlier experiences, you know that she sometimes loses herself too much. If that happens, she sinks onto your cock too quickly, making her groan in pain. Wanting to prevent that, you hold her tiny waist, guiding her hips up and down.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!"

Yuna's chanting only means one thing. You feel her pussy becoming tighter and wetter. Her juices dribble down the length of your cock that isn't inside of her.

"Gonna cum!"

After riding you for, what feels like way too short, Yuna climaxes around your cock. Her body gives up on her and you feel hear head sinking onto your shoulder.

"You're so tight."

You whisper into her ear as Yuna's body shakes, feeling your cock slowly moving inside of her. You raise your hips slowly, before sinking back down. Thrusting into Yuna from underneath, while her body recovers.

"Holy shit, daddy."

Your girlfriend sighs, finally able to relax after that stressful day. Her feet hurt because of the dancing and her heels, she was tired and powerless. But now, she is full of energy, her body relived of its former pain.

"Where do you want my cum?"

You ask her, feeling your orgasm slowly approaching. As you lazily thrust up into her snug pussy, you hear Yuna thinking out loud.

"You could cum in my pussy, but I didn't wear any panties. The girls might see your cum running down my thighs. Not that I would mind though."

Yeji, Lia and Chaeryeong don't know that you have sex with Yuna. They still think she is an innocent maknae and you are just her normal boyfriend.

The thought of her members finding out this way makes you want to fill her up this instant.

"But then again, your cum always tastes so good."

You sigh, unable to bear this pleasure much longer. This lazy thrusting is getting to your head. Sometimes, it can be more enjoyable than a rough fucking. The combination of this and Yuna's words drive you further towards the unstoppable.

"Maybe I want to swallow your load."

Yuna slowly gets up, resting her hands on your shoulders.

"How often did you cum today?"

"Three times."

You manage to push your words past your teeth, trying to hold it in, until Yuna made a decision.

"There is not much cum left, then. I should be able to swallow all."

The thought of cuming in her mouth gets you a little too excited. Your next thrust is harder than expected.

"Fuck!"

Yuna shakes. Out of pain and pleasure.

"Sorry."

You mumble.

Your girlfriend is back to taking heavy breaths.

"It's fine. It felt good, too."

Your hands wander around her waist, squeezing her ass cheeks.

"I'm close."

"I want to swallow. I have been sitting through this whole day during AAA, waiting for that cum of yours."

Yuna slowly gets off your cock, leaving it covered in her slick. Like she did earlier, she gets comfortable between your legs, lying on her stomach as she starts to give you head.

Your fingers comb through her hair, enjoying her mouth around your cock.

"Fuck, Yuna."

Your climax edges closer as your girlfriend slowly starts to force your cock down her throat. Once again, it's a tight fit, which makes it so much more enjoyable.

"I'm gonna cum. Gonna cum in that dirty mouth of yours."

Yuna nods excitedly, your cock still inside of her.

"Fuck!"

You groan loudly, pushing her head onto your cock as a reflex. Yuna's wide eyes stare up at you as she feels you pumping her mouth and throat full with your cum. As you unload inside of her, Yuna tries to breath through her nose.

She almost chokes and coughs as your cum starts to leak out of her nose. You've done this once or twice before. But not with Yuna. The surprised look on her face indicates that she might have been unaware that this is actually possible.

Globes of your cum leave her nostrils, while her throat is coated with your thick semen.

In your eyes, Shin Yuna has never looked better.

"What do you mean, you caught her?"

You look down at Yuna, who's head is resting on your chest. It took a while to clean her nose completely.

"I saw her watching you."

"Watching me?"

"Yeah."

"But she hates what I do. And she hates that we are together."

The thought of Ryujin watching your videos is crazy to you. Most people might call your occupation a little unusual. And even Yuna needed a little time to get used to it. But now, she is completely fine with the fact that you are a pornstar.

You fuck a lot of women on camera, but Yuna doesn't seem to mind anymore. You are happy that she is fine with it, you didn't get into the industry because of fun. You grew up poor and in a bad environment. Now, you are reasonably wealthy and in a relationship with a famous Korean singer. You made it quite far.

So obviously, you are surprised to hear Yuna say that Ryujin watched your videos. She found out what you do for a living while you and Yuna talked about it. Since that day, she keeps telling Yuna to break up with you.

"Do you know what kind of video?"

Yuna nods her head.

"It's a video of you, fucking your stepmom."

You frown.

"That's what Ryujin is into?"

Yuna shrugs her shoulder.

"Dunno. But it is weird. Why would she watch your stuff, if she hates you so much? I'm sure she could've found more with that kind of theme."

"Yeah. You think she just wanted to see what I do? Like confirm that I do this work?"

Your girlfriend shakes her head.

"I've caught her yesterday as well."

She looks up at you.

"Unnie was watching a video of you, fucking some cheap Japanese slut. It sounded like you broke her spine or something."

You chuckle, trying to remember who that could've been. You have a couple of those scenes.

"But that's not the important part."

You raise an eyebrow.

Yuna whispers, despite the fact that the two of you are alone.

"She touched herself."

"What?"

Yuna nods, obviously still surprised.

"She was lying on her bed with her eyes closed. Her hand was in between her legs and she got herself off to you."

"Ryujin?"

"Yes."

You still can't believe this. Ryujin always hated you. This is just weird.

"Was there something else?"

Yuna ponders for a moment.

"She was moaning really loud. She kept saying 'Fuck this slut. Ruin her pussy. Make her cum on that big cock.' She even came in the end."

"Really?"

Yuna nods as you feel your cock hardening. It's not intentional. But the fact that Ryujin touched herself to you fucking another woman doesn't leave you cold.

Your girlfriend must have felt your cock pressing against her from underneath the sheets.

"Do you want a second round?"

You can't help but groan as you feel her hand wrap around your cock.

"Thinking about Ryujin touching herself to my boyfriend makes me so wet, daddy."

With that, Yuna sneaks underneath the sheets, her lips wrapped around your dick shortly after.

In hindsight, you should've known that this wasn't the end of this conversation.

With Christmas right around the corner and your girlfriend's busy schedule, the text you got from Yuna was not very surprising.

"Come to the dorm tonight. I got your present ready."

You are now standing in front of the mirror in your apartment, looking at the two gifts you bought her. The one in your left is a book from her favorite author. She told you about it a couple of months ago, so you thought it could make a great present.

The one in your right hand is a little bit different. Knowing Yuna's measurements, you bought her a set of lace lingerie. She seems to like those, your birthday present being enough proof of that. This one is red though, fitted for the Christmas season.

You wonder if you should give her only one of them, or both. After a couple of moments, you decide on both. The fact that Yuna is asking you to come over this late can only mean two things. One, her schedule was full until now, or two, she wanted to fuck.

Being in a relationship with her for quite a while, you are able to take an educated guess that it's number two.

When the door to Itzy's dorm opens, you see Yuna standing in front of you. Her outfit definitely does not match the current season. But you would never complain about that.

Her red hair looks good on her. You can proudly say that she was torn between blonde and red and asked you to make the decision for her. You picked the right one.

She is wearing light blue jeans and a sweater with a smaller one underneath. An odd fashion choice in your opinion, but who are you to judge? Especially when she shows off that damn body of hers? Her midriff is completely exposed and her waist is as small as it gets.

You expected Yuna to be dressed in either something sexy, or just lingerie. You weren't wrong, it seems.

"Merry Christmas, daddy."

You chuckle, leaning down to kiss her lips.

"Merry Christmas, babygirl."

You put your gifts onto the small table near the door, before letting your hands glide over the skin on her waist. You can never get enough of this perfect body.

"You are so hot."

You kiss Yuna passionately. She returns the kiss, her hands going through your hair as she pulls you a little towards her.

After the two of you are done, you give her your presents. Being the goofball she is, Yuna immediately opens them, ripping the paper off carelessly.

"Oh thanks! That's great!"

She opened the book first and is now giving you a tight hug as a thank you.

"Open the other one."

"You have two for me?"

Yuna smiles from ear to ear, ready to unwrap the second one.

In that moment, you hear something strange coming from one of the rooms.

"What is that?"

Yuna stops opening your present halfway.

"Hm?"

"What is this sound?"

There it is again. As if someone is crying.

Yuna stays silent, trying to hear it as well.

"Oh, that. That's your present, daddy."

"My present?"

Yuna nods excitedly, before walking towards the door, not without taking your hand.

"Merry Christmas, daddy."

With that, she opens the door.

You don't recognize the person at first. You are actually too stunned to take in all of this

The woman on the bed is barely wearing anything. Only a big red ribbon is decorating and covering her chest. Her lower half is completely naked as she kneels on the bed. You see the small vibrator that's tied to her clit, buzzing slightly.

Her hands are tied behind her back with a red rope and her eyes are covered by a red blindfold.

She whines occasionally. She must have been in this position for quite a while already. You see the small red marks on her wrists where the rope is cutting into her skin.

You finally recognize her. Shin Ryujin.

"Yuna, what-"

She places a finger on your lips.

"She shouldn't know that you are here. I want to surprise her."

Your girlfriend walks towards a small bag, which could've been Santa's by the way it's decorated. It looks like an old jute sack, small bells hanging all around it.

The small bells make a little noise, when Yuna reaches inside. Ryujin turns her head in her direction immediately.

You watch Yuna taking out a pair of red earmuffs and walking towards Ryujin. The older girl flinches, when she feels Yuna's touch. Once the maknae put the earmuffs on her, she walks back to you.

"Your present."

She smiles widely as if she gave you the best Christmas present in the world.

"Yuna, what the fuck?"

She chuckles.

"You don't like it?"

"Does she even..."

"Does she want this? Of course she does. Trust me."

Yuna winks at you.

In that moment, another moan escapes Ryujin's lips.

"Y-Yuna are you still there?"

The younger one ignores her.

"Do you like it?"

"I..."

You don't know what to say. Do you like it? Is there a proper answer to that question?

"Well-"

"Y-Yuna?"

Your girlfriend rolls her eyes.

"She can be a bit loud sometimes. She is even louder when she watches your videos."

Yuna walks back towards the bag, taking out another toy. A red ball gag. She puts it on Ryujin, who is a little startled when she feels something touching her.

Ryujin's moans are now silenced, the poor girl unable to do anything.

"What do you want to do to her first, daddy?"

"I..."

You are still too baffled to talk properly. Your mind is still trying to comprehend what is going on. How did Yuna get Ryujin in this position? Is Ryujin even okay with this?

As if she read your mind, Yuna gives you a reassuring kiss on the cheek.

"Don't worry, daddy. She watched that video of yours from last Christmas. Do you remember that?"

You slowly nod. Last Christmas?

You remember shooting a great movie in America. You were playing some guy coming home to his step family for the holidays. Your two step sisters and your stepmother were more than welcoming. Let's just leave it at that.

You still vividly remember the scene were you tied up your "stepmother" and fucked her next to the Christmas tree.

Is that the video Ryujin watched? That's like almost a three hour movie.

"Do you really have consent from her?"

It's not like this isn't hot as hell, but you don't wanna get arrested.

Yuna rolls your eyes.

"Don't worry, daddy. Just look at how wet she is."

You take a closer look, realizing that Yuna is right.

The sheets Ryujin is kneeling on are completely soaked with her juices. It's not even a small puddle anymore. Calling it an ocean would be more appropriate.

"Here."

Yuna hands you a small remote with four buttons on it.

"I've been edging her for an hour now. I'm surprised she is still able to moan like this."

You can't believe your ears.

Taking the remote out of Yuna's hands, you press one of the buttons. Ryujin throws her head back at the sudden increase of vibrations. Her clit has been overstimulated for way too long. It was never enough to mke her cum, but it kept her in a constant state of arousal.

Now that you have turned it up a notch, Ryujin is hopefully waiting for release.

To her disappointment, it's still not enough. But it almost breaks her, if she could, she would fall face first into the mattress.

But you see that the rope that's tied around her hands is leading towards the big shelf at the wall behind her. Yuna secured it there, making Ryujin stay in this position.

"This really is hot."

You can't help but think about all the dirty things you could do to Ryujin.

"Right?"

Yuna gets on her tiptoes to kiss your lips.

"Have fun, daddy."

She invitingly motions towards Ryujin.

Standing next to the bed, you place your hand on Ryujin's thigh. She jerks away at first, but she let's you touch her. Not that she has much of a choice anyway.

The young woman can feel that this isn't Yuna this time. Your hand is bigger and your skin rougher. She thinks if this could be you. Or just some random stranger Yuna picked up on the streets.

Your hand glides along her thigh as you enjoy the smoothness of her skin. Closing in on her core, you start to feel the first hint of Ryujin's cum.

She tries to move a little towards you. She doesn't care who's hand it is as long as it makes her finally orgasm.

Your fingertips dance along her uper thigh. Because of the ball gag on her mouth, you are barely able to hear Ryujin's deep moan.

"You are such a needy slut."

You never expected to be able to say this to Ryujin's face. Even if she can't hear and see you.

Yuna joins you, standing next to the bed as well.

"She really is, daddy. I think she has become addicted to your cock since she first saw it. She masturbates like three times a day."

You squeeze Ryujin's thigh in response. It's so hot, thinking that Ryujin has touched herself to you. Even when she openly dislikes you.

"We should teach her a lesson, daddy."

"We should."

Using the remote, you suddenly activate the highest setting of the vibrator. Ryujin's body immediately reacts. She throws her head back, her thighs quivering. Her hole body shakes and a muffled scream escapes her mouth.

You turn the vibrator off completely. Just a second before Ryujin reaches her climax. She almost cums untouched, before her body slowly calms down.

"Wow. That's so hot."

Yuna sighs, letting a finger of hers graze against Ryujin's glistening wet labia. The older girl flinches, but Yuna slowly pushes inside.

You suddenly turn it up to max level again.

One, two, three seconds. You turn it off again.

"Fuck!"

This time, you hear Ryujin's scream.

She almost cums again, but you deny her orgasm. Yuna's finger inside her cunt isn't enough to make her cum without the vibrator.

"She is so tight, daddy. Do you think she can take your cock?"

You shrug your shoulders.

"We will make it fit."

Yuna's eyes glisten with evil lust. This turns her on just as much as being fucked herself.

"I think unnie is already wet enough. What do you think?"

"Let me try."

Yuna removes her finger.

Within a second, you turn on the vibrator and turn it off again.

Ryujin screams once more. Her body only held up by the rope now.

She shrieks in pain, when she suddenly feels you hit her pussy. Not too hard of course, you don't want to hurt her. It's more the surprise that makes her shudder.

As you pull your hand back, her slick juices stick to your palm.

Another slap.

Ryujin moans this time.

You feel her body tense up as she waits for another slap.

It comes just a couple of moments later.

Another moan.

When you remove your hand, the strings of her girl cum stick to your palm, connecting your hand with her pussy.

This is probably one of the hottest things you've ever seen. And coming from you, it does say something.

"I think she is wet enough."

Yuna smiles from ear to ear.

"I want her mouth first, though."

Yuna chuckles, already starting to remove Ryujin's gag. Once her mouth is empty again, Ryujin speaks up, her voice weaker than before.

"Y-Yuna? Who is he?"

She still can't hear anything, so Yuna just ignores her, walking over to the bag in the corner.

Meanwhile, you get your pants off, letting them fall to the ground. Since Ryujin is already in perfect position, you get onto the bed as well, standing right above her.

She can feel that someone just got onto the bed. Nervously, she wonders what's going on.

"Who are you?"

Without answering, you let your tip graze her pretty lips.

"(Y/n)? Is that you? I swear to God I-"

You shut her up by pushing forward. Her lips close around your cock.

You thrust into Ryujin's mouth, immediately making her choke. She feels how her mouth and throat are being filled by your cock.

As you slowly start fucking Ryujin's face, you see Yuna walking back towards you.

Your girlfriend is holding something in her hand.

"Let's see how well she can take this."

It seems like Yuna has gone all out on the Christmas themed sex toys. She is holding a red and white dildo, shaped like a candy cane.

It's not nearly as big as you are, but if Yuna told the truth, Ryujin needs to be warmed up first.

You keep pushing into the older girl's mouth, while the younger one gets on the bed next to you.

Ryujin moans around your cock as she feels Yuna push her toy into her pussy. After a couple of moments, you feel Ryujin's tongue lick your tip, everytime you almost pull out. She seems to really enjoy this as she actively starts to suck you off.

Meanwhile, Yuna slowly fucks Ryujin's pussy with her candy cane dildo.

"This looks so good, daddy. Now I whish I had a cock."

You laugh at her as you have your way with Ryujin's mouth. By now, you've already placed your hands on the sides of her head, pulling her towards you as you thrust into her.

The woman on her knees keeps moaning around your cock, in awe at how big it is. It barely fits into her mouth girth wise. And she doesn't even know how long it is. She gets a little scared, thinking about the fact that you might want to fuck her pussy. Is she even gonna be able go take it?

You keep thrusting in and out of Ryujin's mouth, her lips tightly wrapped around your cock.

"Do you need a hand, daddy?"

Yuna seems to have read your mind once again.

Before you can even nod, she has already removed the dildo. But not completely. It's tip still resting inside Ryujin. Everytime she moves just a little, it makes her squirm.

Yuna stand behind her unnie, wanting to make it easier for you to fuck her face. Forcing Ryujin's mouth open, Yuna hooks one of her fingers on either side into Ryujin's cheeks. This way, the older girl's mouth is open and she is unable to close it.

You now start to truly fuck her face. With an increasing pace, you use Ryujin's mouth and throat. The way her gag reflex massages your cock feels so good to you. Almost too good. Her eyes are still covered and she still can't hear anything. Wanting Ryujin to hear how dirty she sounds, you remove her earmuffs.

You silently look at Yuna and she gets the hint.

"Check out how dirty you sound, unnie. You are a real whore, aren't you?"

Ryujin tries to defend herself, but nothing more than gags escape her mouth.

Spit starts to leak out, coating her chin and adding to the wetness between her thighs.

"What do you think, unnie? Is he gonna fit in your pussy?"

You feel Ryujin trying to shake her head, but your hands keep it in place.

"Maybe we have to get you even wetter. What do you say?"

All three of you know, that Ryujin is unable to respond. Without warning, Yuna let's go of Ryujin's cheeks.

You feel the older girl's lips wrap tightly around your cock once more as your girlfriend skips back towards the bag.

"Don't peek."

Whatever she took, Yuna is hiding it. She even gets out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Ryujin doesn't even know that Yuna has left. Her own gagging is too loud to hear much else. You keep bruising her throat, not giving her a moment of rest.

A couple of moments later, Yuna comes back. She is now wearing the red lingerie you bought her. It's matching the color of her hair and is partially see through. You can see her nipples, while her tiny waist is decorated with a small golden chain. Just like strings from a thong.

"What do you think?"

You are in awe, stopping your relentless pounding into Ryujin's mouth to admire your girlfriend.

Only now you can see what she is holding in her hand. A strap on.

"You like my idea?"

You nod, still concealing your identity to Ryujin.

The young woman doesn't know what Yuna is talking about.

Your girlfriend starts to loosen the rope a little, making Ryujin fall forward. She is now hanging in midair, your cock now further down her throat. You didn't expect it to even be possible. Even Ryujin seems surprised, you are now so deep that it even suppresses her gag reflex. Your cock to big and heavy for her throat.

"Are you ready, unnie?"

Yuna doesn't wait for a response.

She slowly pushes into Ryujin's tight opening. Never in your right mid you thought this was possible. Spitroasting Ryujin together with your girlfriend.

The two of you quickly figure out a great rhythm. While you push forward, you make Ryujin take more of Yuna's strap on. When Yuna pushes forward, she makes Ryujin choke on your cock.

The two of you use both of her holes as you please, while Ryujin is unable to do or say something. Except for the occasional moan, her body is incapable of doing just about everything.

"Put this on her."

At one point, Yuna hands you something mettalic. It takes you a second, before you realize that she has given you a pair of nipple clamps, which are connected by a small chain.

You push the red ribbon off Ryujin's chest admiring her tits. They are slightly bigger than Yuna's. You give them both a squeeze, making Ryujin moand louder around your cock.

She shrieks in pain, when you suddenly put the nipple clamps on. Ryujin never expected Yuna to have something like this. It hurts and yet it makes her feel even better.

She feels her orgasm slowly approaching. Almost painfully slow. How much longer does she have to hold out? Her body is going to give up on her sooner or later.

The sight of Ryujin like this almost makes you cum. She is still kneeling on the bed, but her upper body is almost parallel to the mattress. Her throat is stuffed to the fullest with your cock. Yuna's strap on keeps pushing her onto you. The chain between the nipple clamps swings hypnotically.

You manage to motion to Yuna that you are close.

"Take her pussy, then. I bet unnie would love to feel your cock in her pussy before you cum."

Ryujin stiffens, having her doubts about Yuna's words. Are you really going to fit in her?

You pull out of her mouth, finally enabling her to talk again. Her throat and mouth are too sore though.

Yuna pulls out of Ryujin's pussy as well.

The two of you switch holes.

As Yuna thrusts her strap on into Ryujin's mouth, you align your cock with her pussy. Before you push in, you want her to know that it's you who is gonna fuck her.

"You are so wet for my cock, Ryujin."

You feel her tensing up and Yuna laughs.

"Who did you think it was, unnie? He is your daddy too now."

She shakes her head in protest.

But Ryujin is defenseless.

You push inside of her, conquering her pussy. Yuna bites her lip seeing you push inside her bandmate.

"Fuck, daddy. That looks so hot. Stretch her out real good."

You intend to do just that. Ryujin's tight pussy is unwilling to let you in, but you force yourself past her line of defense.

Because Yuna's dildo is still in her mouth, Ryujin is also unable to tell you to stop.

Once again, Yuna and you start to spitroast her. This time though, Ryujin flinches everytime you push further inside of her. Yuna was right, she really is fucking tight. But all of her juices makes it easier for you to glide in and out.

Now that Ryujin has found out its you, she tries to hold back her orgasm. She can't cum from your cock in her pussy. Never. To her, you are just some disgusting guy, who fucks hundreds of girls on camera for money. She hoped that Yuna would eventually wake up and see you as the bad person you truly are.

But she never expected this to happen. To being fucked by your big cock. And yes, Ryujin did watch your videos. But she only did it to get herself off. Is there something wrong with it? Surely not. Watching porn isn't as disgusting as making it.

Luckily, Yuna is already a step ahead of her. Unbeknownst to Ryujin, Yuna has set up a camera. You've seen it right as you came in, the two of you able to communicate without talking. You are gonna blurr Ryujin's and Yuna's faces and put this up on a couple of sites. Yuna ensured that the audio isn't very good, which means no one should be able to find out that it's Ryujin and Yuna.

The thought of filming a dirty video with two insanely famous idols makes you want to deliver your best performance.

Ryujin's pussy is slowly getting stretched like never before. You keep pushing further and further, making her take as much as Yuna does. Around four quarters of your cock.

When you hit the mark, Ryujin finally cums. She held herself back until now, the disgust she has for you finally washed away by the waves of her orgasm. She climax around your cock, moaning and shaking.

"Good girl."

Yuna pats her head. Enjoying the fact that she can completely dominate the older woman.

Your thrusting has become faster by now. Your orgasm slowly approaches as well. Ryujin's pussy is just so tight. You wonder how many guys had her before. It can't be a lot, considering that she is an idol and a modest girl. But she definitely is not a virgin.

You come up with ideas for the title of the video, trying to prevent yourself from cuming, although you almost achieve the opposite.

'Christmas bondage'

'Spitroasting her roommate'

'Forcing the tight Korean girl to take my cock'

There are more in the back of your mind, but you have to take a break. This is just making you cum faster.

Ryujin's moans has become louder again as Yuna also starts to rub Ryujin's clit. The stimulation is too much for her. She cums for a second time around your cock.

Her pussy squeezes you with all its might, trying to make you blow your load inside of her.

"I'm almost there."

You manage to hiss out. Yuna grins at you.

"Yes, daddy. Cum for your new play toy."

She pulls the strap on out of Ryujin's mouth.

"Where do you want it, unnie?"

By now, even Ryujin knows that there is no use to denying that she doesn't like this. But she has to safe face.

"I don't want it anywhere."

"Come on, unnie. Don't be a chill kill."

Yuna looks at you.

"I know you will, cum like a thunder."

(Author's note: Sorry I had to.)

Ryujin shakes her head.

"Do you want him to fill you up? It always pust me in a better mood. Or do you wanna swallow? His cum tastes amazing."

Ryujin shakes her head again.

You keep pounding into her, squeezing her delicious ass cheeks with your hands.

After breaking her, you wonder what could be as humiliating and degrading to Ryujin as possible. Of course you don't want to overdo it. But this might be your one and only chance.

"Or how about your tits?"

Yuna carelessly pulls at the chain.

It makes Ryujin scream. It makes her release an orgasm she didn't know she was holding in. Her walls hugg your cock tighter than ever before. Her juices force themselves past your cock as she starts squirting. All of her body was sensitive. But her nipples are her weak spot. She even didn't know that herself.

Ryujin cums uncontrollably. It almost could've been funny. If it weren't for the fact that you are still inside of her.

Because her orgasm triggers yours as well. You never thought that Ryujin could become this tight. Luckily, you already picked a spot.

While Ryujin still moans loudly, you pull out of her tight cunt.

"Fuck."

You groan as you lean forward, cuming all over Ryujin's dark hair. Ropes of your cum hit her silk like hair as you climax.

Ryujin can feel your cum. Embarrassment, disgust, anger start to grow in her stomach at first.

But when she hears you groan behind her, your cum staining and completely ruining her hair, Ryujin's feelings change. She somehow feels proud that she made you cum. As if she is just a good of a fuck as those cheap pornstars.

As she realizes this, she can't help but feel a little disgusted by herself.

After just having come back down from one of the most intense orgasms she's ever had, Ryujin's energy is completely drained.

But she can't help but turn her head in your direction.

"Do you have plans for new years?"

You are surprised at her question, but you choose to wait.

It's silent for a moment, before Ryujin finally loses all of her remaining dignity.

"Do you have any plans, d-daddy?"

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you are satisfied with this one.

I wish all of you Merry Christmas or something else if you don't celebrate Christmas.

See you next Friday!

[french-goodbye]

please never fall in love again

pairing: steve harrington x reader

summary: dating steve harrington is hard, especially when girls keep hitting on him.

notes: i wrote this a while ago but eventually forgot about it in the midst of all my wips lol. title from the song please never fall in love again by ollie mn.

you stare at the back of your boyfriend's head with narrowed eyes and your chin resting on your hands, an anger you know you shouldn't be feeling boiling beneath the surface of your skin. he, of course is none the wiser, as he is to most things, just chatting with eddie completely carefree by the bar.

you love steve harrigton, you really do. you think you fell in love with him on your first date and never really fell out of it. you've already planned your whole life with him, from getting married and having kids to growing old with him and sitting side by side on a wrap around porch. he's sweet, kind, he's great with kids and it doesn't hurt that he's easy on the eyes and great in bed.

his biggest flaw, however, is not exactly his fault. the worst thing about dating steve harrigton is the amount of women who hit on him on a daily basis. whether it's old ladies at the grocery store telling him he looks like their dead husbands or bored soccer moms looking for a little thrill or, the worst of all, the girls your age who slip him their phone number in old receipts over the counter at family video. these women are always there, like blood sniffing sharks, somehow finding a way to make a suggestive comment or a flirty joke.

most of the time, it doesn't really bother you even when it does happen in front of you. steve's the kind of guy who'd never cheat on you, simply because of who he is and how obsessed with you he is. sometimes, however, they can get a little too close and personal and you can't help but wish steve was a little less attractive. just a little.

and it's not that you don't trust him either, he's always quick and firm to shut them down when it happens. it's that they're the ones you don't trust, the girls with big permed blonde hair and fake tans and bright pink lipstick who look at you disdainfully when they realize you're together because they can barely take their eyes off of him for long enough to notice you're standing right next to him.

you're out at a bar celebrating jonathan's birthday when it happens this time, steve and eddie having offered to get everyone another round, the two of them leaning against the bar talking while they wait when a girl from the booth in the corner approaches them. she's clearly a little bit more than tipsy and obviously focused on steve as she talks to them, avidly taking him in and resting her hand on his forearm. he doesn't even blink, just smoothly leans away from her and tells her something that makes her leave as fast as she arrived.

you can barely hear nancy as she complains about her male coworkers on her summer job, as you heatedly stare at his stupidly nice hair and broad shoulders as your boyfriend laughs at something eddie said, hand scratching his neck. you're still watching him with scrunched eyebrows and a sour expression when you feel robin poking your cheek, making you look at her and gently slap her hand away.

"why are you poking me?"

"why are you staring at steve like he kicked your puppy?" she asks, frowning, looking back and forth between the two of you like a tennis match.

"i'm not" she gives you a flat look with raised brows. "fine," you huff. "why do women always hit on him? we can't take him anywhere"

"no idea, you tell me"

"urgh" you groan, throwing your arms around her and resting your head on her shoulder. "god, i hate men"

"amen sister" you hang onto her for a second as she takes a noisy sip of her empty drink through her straw and taps your back sympathetically a few times before gently pushing you away as steve and eddie walk back to your table, drinks in hands and still chatting distractedly.

she softly claps her hands, enthusiastically and telling you a quiet "yay" as she turns back to nancy and jonathan, as the two argue wether or not their coworkers are sexist (they totally are).

you're still laughing at robin's drunken antics when steve comes to your side again and sets your new drink on the table in front of you, resting his hand on your lower back. you let him but when he leans over you to press a kiss to your hair, you promptly dodge away from him and out of his reach. from the corner of your eye, you can see how he frowns at that and silently watches you for a second as you pretend to listen to what nancy says.

his hand on your lower back climbs all the way up to the back of your neck so he turn your head his away, forcing you to look at his big brown eyes staring at you like you just kicked his puppy and you almost feel guilty. almost.

"what's wrong?" he asks.

you shrug, "nothing's wrong."

"are you mad at me or something?"

"no" you slowly shake your head in negative, shrugging.

"gimme a kiss then" he rests one of his hands on your face tilting your head his way while the other on your neck guides your face to his. you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek and look away, accidentally making eye contact with the girl who just hit on him. she's watching the two of you, quickly looking away when she notices she was caught staring.

"you saw that, huh" he tells you, hands settling on your waist instead so he can look at you.

"hard not to" you huff, picking invisible lint from your pants.

"then you know nothing happened"

"of course i know that, i trust you" you complain as you roll your eyes and gesticulate to show your frustration "but i-it just makes so insanely angry when they touch you like that, like they have any right to-" you stop your ranting mid sentence when you realize the look on his face. "what? why are you looking at me like that?"

"nothing" he clears his throat and looks down to uselessly smooth non existing wrinkles on your top. you watch him though narrowed eyes and gasp when it hits you, making him look at you again. "what?"

"you like it when i'm jealous" you accuse, lightly poking his chest.

"no, i don't"

"yes, you do. i can't believe i never noticed it before" you huff an incredulous laugh, remembering all the times girls hit on him in front of you and he said nothing but affirmations of how much he's in love with you and how he could never want somebody else, acting more attentive and affectionate than usual later, pressing you against his body and kissing kissing kissing you until he was the only thing on your mind.

"okay, it's not what you're thinking" he replies running a hand through his hair nervously.

"what am i thinking, harrington?" you ask, lifting one eyebrow as a smirk makes it's way to your lips.

"it's not an ego thing" you laugh softly at him, letting your fingers run soothingly through the hair at the nape of his neck, finally giving into the temptation to get your hands on him. "it's just- i like knowing how much you want me just for yourself, how much you care about me."

you stare at him for a moment, taking in his sincere brown eyes and his fluffy hair, feeling impossibly endeared by the boy in front of you. he fidgets under your stare, so you smooth your hands down his shoulders, feeling the muscles underneath his shirt.

"well, i do care... a lot" you tell him, pretending to be coy and batting your eyelashes at him. "but it's not like i blame her"

"what?" he looks at you blankly, confused.

"i mean, look at you" you pull him closer and then closer still, still smirking. "those nice brown eyes, the pretty hair, those shoulders... nevermind how much of a charmer you are. damn harrington, no wonder women keep throwing themselves at you."

"babe" he groans embarrassedly, "they're not throwing themselves-" he dramatically drops his forehead on your shoulder making you laugh at his discomfort, letting brown strands of hair slip through your fingers as you comfortingly pet his hair and he squeezes your waist in reprimand.

"it's true!"

he pulls you closer by the grip he has on your waist and burrows his face in the crook of your neck in lieu of an answer. you let him have it even though you would like to see his face and the way his blush is probably spreading from his cheek to his neck and rest your chin into his shoulder as you hug him.

"but one of these days i'll have to step in and defend your honor"

"please don't" he pulls away and cups your neck, thumbs brushing your cheek and staring at you disapprovingly, his eyelashes touching at the corners, the hint of a smile still on his face.

"i don't know, maybe i'll have to challenge them to a duel to the death" you disagree and look at him from under your eyelashes. he gives you an affectionate look that'd make you nauseous were it not directed at you and presses a long lingering kiss to your lips.

"shut up" he whispers against your lips. you gladly do, at least until eddie and robin start throwing balled up paper napkins at your head. it's worth it though.

[alienpupy]

so i'm a trans guy whos taking sports classes in college. and just from observation. Cis boys in mixed gender sports are so fucking misogynistic.

I'm far along enough in my transition now that i pass almost all the time and the fucking whiplash from how guys in group sports treat me now vs last year alone (when i didnt pass as often) is really horrible. Like obviously I had already noticed how male teammates treated me as a girl but now that they see me as a guy (an obviously queer guy, but still) its like. Oh you guys can actually see your other teammates you just actively ignore the girls on purpose. Jesus christ.

There's a few really short girls in my class this semester, and one in particular i kinda made friends with during the first week. We were in the same team and I made a point to pass her the ball whenever I could, because at the start no one else would. And guess what! She's fast and has a good eye, and with that team we won like 3/4 of the matches we played. The others even started passing her the ball too once they realised she was a decent player.

In today's class the teacher changed the teams, I'm no longer with her, instead shes in a team with the two tallest and most athletic cis boys of the group, and a few other 5' nothing girls. And they're the worst fucking team in the class because the two guys only pass the ball between themselves, and since the girls can fucking tell they're being ignored, they put in like half the effort they would otherwise.

And I'm just reminded of that year of sports class in high school where the boys in my class were so aggressively shitty the teacher had to separate sports into girls and guys teams for the rest of the year. Not because the girls were inately any worse than the guys, but because the girls could fucking tell the guys were actively excluding them from games they were supposed to all play in, so they stopped trying. Because fucking obviously.

I'm honestly convinced that women's sports are only separate because cis men don't feel like they have to play fair against women. Thats a learned behavior. Women have been told their whole lives that men are stronger and they shouldnt even try, so they don't feel like they can. That's a learned behavior. The idea that women shouldn't compete with men but instead be relegated to a secondary, less important category is inherently misogynistic. The problem is in how society treats women, and how it teaches boys to see girls, and how it teaches girls to see themselves.

If you make this post about trans people in sports I'll kill you

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober 24 forcefem

Swiss x dew

Prompts by the icon @kroas-adtam as usual!

Dews ashamed about wearing panties, Swiss makes it so much worse (as usual)

Big Cw for dubcon. dew says no, but he is very into it and can safeword at anytime. Degradation, humiliation, crying, forcefem (duh) using fem terms for dews body, but he has male genitalia. Just wanna be clear on what we are doing here folks.

It’s was hard not to notice the lace sticking out of the top of dews pants as he bends over.

They were pink, he was sure of it. But dew stands up too fast and Swiss craves to see more, mouth salivates at the possibility of dew walking around causally just wearing panties

Swiss corners him, doesn’t say what he saw but kisses him, feels him up a bit, just tries to initiate things as usual. He gropes his ass, attempts to feel the line of his underwear through his jeans.

“Can’t right now, busy” dew tries to push him away a bit, but it’s a feeble protest.

“Oh why not? I just want to see your pretty panties”

Dew almost passes out

“The fuck are you talking about man” his voice shakes a bit

“You’re telling me I didn’t see lace poke out of your jeans while you were bending over?” They both know the truth, and Swiss knows dew will go to the ends of the earth to deny the accusations, even if he knows Swiss already knows the answers to his questions.

“No. You’re seeing things I guess”

“Oh if you’re not wearing any, how about you take off your pants for me? Let me see you? I just want to touch you darling” Swiss says lowly, taunting

“Swiss, fuck off”

He backs off, let’s him go, only wanted to make him sweat a little bit, but the way he notices dews pants tent as he stomps away has him coming up with better ideas.

Swiss probably follows him up to his room, though he knows he probably shouldn't, just walks in and closes the door.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” Dew spits

“Oh come on baby, take them off, let me see” Swiss crowds him against the bed, brackets him in with his arms

“I told you to fucking leave” it’s hard not to notice how dew let’s himself be back up, let’s himself be caged by Swiss, he makes no move to protest, though his words say otherwise.

“If you wanted me to leave so badly why aren’t you moving dewdrop?”

“I-“

Swiss moves to unbuckle dews pants, while dew tries to stop him, grabs his wrist, slaps his hands away, but Swiss is so much stronger than him, it doesn’t do much.

“Let me see your panties baby, I’m sure you look so pretty in them”

Dews hands stop, he freezes as Swiss pulls his trousers down to reveal the pair. They’re newer, he bought them himself. Lacey and pink, just as he knew he saw earlier.

“Oh honey, I was right” Swiss drags his hand along them, snaps the waistband against his skin, ghosts his fingers over his bulge

“You do look pretty”

“Don’t say that” dew chokes out, he can’t bring himself to look at Swiss, but it’s impossible not to move his hips against Swiss’s hand where he caresses his bulge. Friction from the fabric sending shivers down his spine.

“Don’t say what? That you’re pretty? That the lace looks cute against your skin?”

Dew is still protesting, telling him to shut up, to leave, to stop. But he continues to move against Swiss’s hand.

“I wonder how you’d look with lipstick on” Swiss continues to talk “wonder how you’d look with mascara running down your face”

“Shut up shut up shut up stop Swiss stop please”

“Sweetheart I don’t think you want me to, you feel so wet against my hand”

Dew wants to cry

“Like a girl”

-

Swiss leaves him alone for a bit after the incident. Lets him breathe, fucks him like normal for the next couple weeks.

Until he catches him in them again.

Swiss is surprised when he actually let’s him undo his pants. It’s a different pair this time, silky, red.

“Oh so you have multiple pairs?” Swiss smirks at him. Dew doesn’t match his gaze, just asks him to get on with it, just please touch him get it over with.

“You like wearing them? Hope I see? Hope someone notices you wearing women’s panties all the time?”

“Swiss just fuck me already please shut up please” dews face is so flushed it almost hurts

“I just want to admire your pretty underwear. Your cunt looks beautiful in them” Swiss can’t help but stifle a laugh at the way dew chokes at the words while Swiss strokes him through the fabric. He wonders silently if he could get him to cry by talking to him like this. He hopes so.

“Fucking stop don’t , don’t fucking say that” he has tears in his eyes

“Fine, take them off for me, wanna fuck you”

Dew sighs in relief, takes off his clothes and gets on the bed

“But I want you to be quiet, I’ll have to gag you” Swiss balls up the underwear , shoving it into his mouth as dew thrashes, tries to spit it out

“If you take them out you get nothing.”

Dew is protesting through the fabric in his mouth, panties shoved in haphazardly while Swiss preps him.

“You’re so gorgeous dewdrop, you like having those in your mouth? Tasting how wet you are baby girl?”

Dew cries

[sansacherie]

how are you feeling about the upcoming season 2? are you looking forward to it? i always think of that post you made saying that whenever i miss the show i'm really just missing alicent. i'd like to enjoy the show and i'd like to see more of alicent, but i can't feel much more than dread because i don't have any faith that they will treat alicent in a fair way. i really appreciate having mutuals like you who see how impressionable the audience is against alicent and how much more forgiveness the narrative has for its men than its women (esp green women)

hmm yes and no 😭😅

i'm invested in alicent. because despite the writers' approach, the intentional/unintentional, i failed to hate alicent, or even feel sorry for her in the the way some sanctimonious viewers do, full of cold and distant pity which enables no real empathy or understanding. i became invested in alicent, and i loved her.

but at the same time - no. she's not the only reason, but she is a big one. i dread the way they're going to approach her in s2 because it's a good chance its not going to be fair, or at least they're not going to be fair if rhaenyra or team black looks bad in the process.

like one of the reasons i'm not looking forward to it is because of alicent deciding to crown aegon because it was "viserys' wishes". because of this i know there are people hoping that later when rhaenyra holds the capital she'll tell alicent that he meant something else entirely different. and the cynic in me would be like why would anyone believe that anyway? honestly it would look like rhaenyra attempting some form of legitimacy. but by then why should alicent care? so viserys believed in a prophecy. so did his descendant rhaegar targaryen and he ruined so many lives just like viserys, including a 14-16 year old girl while he was at it!

just because they believed in prophecies doesn't mean they were right or interpreted it correctly. doesnt give them the right to play with other people's lives like that.

another reason why i dislike it is that the change took away a lot of the complexities that came with the green coup. i don't have a problem acknowledging the sexism that plays a factor. but alicent is also someone who long before she was forced to accept the realities of her children supported rhaenyra's claim and who told rhaenys targaryen she should have been queen. maybe one can say she was just trying to soften rhaenys and maybe that was partly influencing her but at the same time honestly she didn't HAVE to say it. like she could have just told rhaenys the cold facts of the situation and left it at that.

but there are people in this universe who don't think a woman should rule even if she is the undeniable rightful heir and will go for a male option even if his claim is so weak it's a joke. like the male cousins who tried to contest jeyne arryn's rule for example even though she was her father's only surviving child. alicent isn't like that. but she also isn't going to ignore her son's rights which is just catelyn stark coded aka most medieval noble women. the thing about book alicent for example when people call her ambitious is that alicent wasn't really asking for anything more? the expectation for most noble women outside of dorne (and even in dorne there are still some houses where sons inherit before daughters)!) is that their firstborn sons will inherit their father's lands/castles. i remember reading a while ago someone on here saying alicent should have been content with her children being princes/princesses because if she married into another house they wouldn't be royal. and that irked me (not the person who said it) because i would take this take more seriously if viserys organised strong matches for them. but of course he didn't because of a) targaryen blood purity and b) subconsciously to prevent alicent building a cause but in that case maybe viserys shouldn't have bloody remarried! it's that simple. but then again this is the same man who didn't see the holes in the jace-helaena betrothal so who knows.

so yes ultimately alicent did "usurp" rhaenyra partly because of sexist notions (sons v daughters) but at the same time rhaenyra's inheritance exists on the whims of a man! i just can't help but think rhaenyra might have been more interesting in a story where she decided to challenge aegon's claim simply because she was older and wanted to be queen, maybe arguing that just as aegon the conqueror took the realm with dragons she can take the iron throne because she has more than the green faction/her brother.

and going back to alicent she defies the wishes of said man for her children! viserys is/was her husband so she should obey his will but instead she will crown aegon anyway and defy her husband's wishes. people lose out on that because they're too busy being pissed about rhaenyra.

these writers don't deserve alicent

[solaireverie]

Hello, hope you're doing well ♥️

I am so confused about what tf is going on with the whole toto situation, all ik is that he knows some info that he shouldn't have known about.

I also see a lot of people talking about how susie got dragged into it, I am genuinely curious about something, are people mad that she is also being investigated? Or did something else happen? Cause I think it's normal to investigate everyone toto is close to, so it's not surprising to me that she is being investigated as well tbh and I don't see an issue with it as long as no one is putting the blame/ throwing around accusations without the investigation being over.

I don't mean to be rude or anything, I am just really curious and confused about what I've been seeing on my feed

hello there anon!! no worries, happy to (try to) explain <3

now, i obviously don't know everything that happened. i'm a fan just like the rest of us and i'm not privy to all the information.

however, from what i understand, businessf1 magazine (which has a history of being misogynistic + having defamation suits brought against them) was the only media outlet to bring up the claims that toto knew confidential fom (who employs susie) information. they also claimed that it was a complaint brought up by one of the f1 teams themselves, which we now know is complete bullshit.

formula 1 has consistently had a crap ton of conflicts of interest. i'm a red bull fan myself and i'll freely admit that at times having alpha tauri on the grid could be perceived as a conflict of interest. lance stroll's existence on the grid could be perceived as a conflict of interest. half the sponsor activity in f1 could be perceived as conflicts of interest.

now, mind you, these are all well-documented situations, yet none of them were really investigated as "conflicts of interest"

personally, i'm upset because this "claim" is coming from a disreputable source, yet the fia has immediately jumped forward to say that they'll be investigating. it's their right to investigate what they want, yes, and it's completely fair that they're investigating the people around toto, but countless situations like this have happened before with no response. but when susie is involved, the fia is suddenly interested? i call bullshit.

also, for what you said about "putting the blame/throwing around accusations", i'm sorry to say that that is exactly what happened immediately after the fia came out with their little statement. sexist f1 fans pounced on the opportunity to point fingers and say "look! susie fucked up!" (even though nothing had been proven yet) and then extrapolate that to mean that f1 academy, and by extension all female involvement in motorsports, is rotten.

it's unfortunately the truth of our world that as a woman in a male-dominated field, susie will be forced to be the "representative" of all women. it's fucking unfair and ridiculous.

at the end of the day i think the entire episode was a pissing match between the fom and the fia. toto isn't the cleanest dude ever, and it is entirely possible that there is confidential information being passed between him and susie, but focusing entirely on them while ignoring all the other cases is what reeks of misogyny to me.

just my two cents!

[ac1dl4v3]

numinous nevertheless. who . . dom!sanji x male!bartender length . . 1.3k words! warnings . . mature/smut, a drabble, written in third person, male bartender is of color and given some name, oral, degradation, rough handling, power bottom oc, kinda public indecency, and some french....

extra disclaimers!! the ending prolly gon piss you off cus i got tired gn, so prepare yourself for the fall.. (i'm so sorry💀) btw, the inspo for this is a real line oda made sanji say. “you’re welcome to choke on my foot.”

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After a petty scuffle with a certain bar tender after hours, Sanji gets so irritated that, while holding the man close by his tie, he says, “If you still got a problem with me you’re welcome to choke on my dick, bastard.” You wouldn't expect the bartender to grin, would you? Sanji didn't either, to be honest, but he thinks to himself, 'If that's what this weirdo is into I guess I don't have any reason to stop him.'

The man chuckles with the scent of peppermint and matcha tea tickling Sanji’s chin. Since he's being tugged forward so harshly, it's hard not to notice his aroma. "Is that a request or a challenge, frenchman?" A teasing, suggestive, flirty, and dare one say hilariously shaky tone matches his query too well; Sanji can't help but to throw caution to the wind. If someone has to teach this guy how to respect a man such as himself, he fits just the description. Maybe the barman can consider the lesson as payment for the damages done to his establishment not too long ago (via a fight which sanji had to break up to protect the sacred women in the vicinity).

In any case, Sanji isn't necessarily one for patience. Especially since his crew (just zoro) must be looking everywhere for him at this point, now that the sun has begun to set...

Plus, the exchange of ongoing eye contact was beginning to gross him out. For shits sake the man looked like a hopeless, love-sick loser with the way his smile only widened at the thought of sucking sanji off in his empty bar against a setting sky. baby is truly living the dream.

"You really don't have any shame, do you?" Such a disappointed, disgusted tone would trigger the average person to become defensive, claiming how he can't be the one to criticize with the way he bleeds out at the simple thought of a woman. However, sanji doesn't even care for a response, truthfully, it was rhetorical because the answer is obvious. Which is why he chooses the proactive route and steps over any incoming retorts to his question. "Get on your knees."

Wrapping one long, black silk pant-covered leg carefully around his puppy's waist, Sanji delivers two hot-tempered kicks to the back of his knees. Thus, making the bartender buckle in place and kneel, as demanded. "Let’s see how you manage first. Then, you can tell me if you think this is a 'request or a challenge', glass cleaner."

The lowered man's hands then ran across Sanji’s waist, willingly submitting to the chef's words as he slid his belt out of the pant loops with haste. All the while his eyes never left Sanji’s, which were peering down at him somewhat annoyed, for some reason, as he lit a new blunt sitting at the edge of his lips. By the first inhale of lavender and mint, Sanji’s being pulled out of his briefs and handled with two tight fists as if it's quintessential for the chef to be in this scenario. The problematic bar tender, whom doesn't even have a name to anyone's knowledge, closes a fist around the head of Sanji’s dick, tightening it slowly to see how much pressure would get the reaction he's so desperate to see. "Don’t be stubborn, be a little noisy or I might get bored.. or do i have to drag it out of you?"

A stupid question, but who could stop the poor guy for trying. If it's noise he wants he shouldn't expect moans or pleas or praise from Sanji. With the way his ring adorned fingers are being tangled in the springy brown curls below, anyone with sense can enable some foresight as to why he's beginning to grip the fist full of hair so tight. With a quick pull and shove, Sanji’s dick is jabbing at the warm corners of the brunette's slippery throat.

"Sacré bleu. Just shut up, already." Sanji’s fist doesn't ease up, even while his legs are being gripped and shallow nose exhales fail to release properly against his abdomen. He insists it's not yet time for the barman to flap his talkative lips. "And watch the teeth, damn it. I’m not running a meat eating contest."

Sounds of sloppy lapping and gags bounce from the still silence of the bar as Sanji leans back against a nearby tabletop, humming in satisfaction at the change of pace. In spite of his climbing arousal and the alarming amount of saliva spinning around his dick, he finds enough consideration for Mr.talks-alot's position and slowly pulls him off. Feeling his dick spring in release against the cool air, Sanji watches with disinterest as the man coughs "dramatically" and wipes his face displaying some level of amazement and shame.

"Goddamn.." his voice is stable and offended, yet his expression admits he's still curious about the limits of Sanji’s patience and frustration. I mean, he did care enough to give the man a break. 'He must be warming up to me.'

On the contrary; honestly, he's beginning to grow bored. "Oh, good, you're breathing." Sanji says with sarcastic enthusiasm. While inhaling another cloud of his half depleted blunt, he raises a swirled brow and gestures to his erection, awaiting its greeting without having to use his hands once again.

This time around, the bartender descends with a quick introduction, once again testing his weight on a thin sheet of ice. "By the way," he mumbled, knowingly irking the under-stimulated male above him. "You can call me asani." A name which Sanji isn't very likely to remember, but poor Asani doesn't know much about the cook other than his temperament and his size. He continues to press his folded, wet lips around Sanji’s rosy tip, rolling his head in circular seats between teasing laps and kisses, but he's only reaching half of the cook, and that'll never be enough. As he notices Sanji’s punitive hand reaching for his head for a second time, Asani sinks his cheeks in tighter and suffocates the soft, swollen skin. Light pink petunia hues gloss beneath clear bubbles of slobber with each inch he progresses over, swallowing the size of the judgmental man with hope filling his chest as much as his cheeks.

Before long, Sanji’s leaning his head back, eyebrows furrowed, eyelids closed, and lips sealed tightly. An expression of concentration which could easily be confused with frustration, or perhaps both, because even when Asani tried his best, Sanji knew he could do better. The average speed wasn't what he wanted, he wanted to be overwhelmed. He hoped to be given a challenge, have his knees wobble beneath him in front of a man whom he wouldn't kiss the hand of. He wanted to be forced to let go of asani's hair, have his hand slammed on the table behind him-- Sanji craved dominance.

Better said, perhaps, he craved Zoro.

With detectable irritation, Sanji sighs and puts away the remaining clip of his once enjoyable joint, tucking it away in his loose shirt pocket. "It’s fine." At this, Asani-- like a bemused puppy-- slowed his movements and looked up at Sanji. Hesitantly, he loosened his tongue's fixation on the throbbing vein stretching across the base of Sanji’s dick. "I’m wasting my time here." Sanji’s tone was instantly careless and detached as he began lighting his next blunt-- rosemary this time.

However, Asani wasn't in agreement with Sanji’s blatantly inconsiderate claim. He remained against the tiled floor with his fingers clutching the fabric pooling at Sanji’s ankles. Rather than assist him in fixing his appearance, he moved a palm to the back of Sanji’s hair printed thigh, letting his grip there make a point in explaining that he didn't feel the same. "If anything's being wasted it's your breath. Do you ever say anything interesting or are you just handsome for the attention?"

Sanji chuckles, unamused and peevish as he holds the rolled paper between his outstretched fingers, reaching down to pull up his briefs himself. Since Asani was proving to be a simple, bungling boy yet again. "I do both, glass cleaner," he claimed in a poorly attempted tone of calmness. "And I don't waste anything, but you might be worth tossing with how stupid you act."

★ ac1dl4v3 productions. all rights reserved, do not plagiarize.

[rawiswhore]

Rowdy Roddy Piper x Fem Reader- "He Hit Me (And It Felt Like A Kiss)"

Hopefully people reading this fanfic won't be offended by it, but this fanfic is relatively tame.

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In the early 1990's, for whatever reason, the World Wrestling Federation no longer had a women's wrestling division.

The WWF's female wrestlers in the 1980's---Wendi Richter, Leilani Kai, Rockin' Robin, Princess Victoria, Velvet McIntyre, Mad Maxine, etc.---were no longer in the WWF by the early 1990's and Sensational Sherri became a manager and valet.

However, in the mid 1990's, the WWF did start having female wrestlers wrestle in the company again, like Alundra Blayze, Luna Vachon, Bull Nakano, and Bertha Faye.

While the WWF didn't really have women wrestling in the company during the early 1990's, you're somewhat okay with that, especially considering there's a male pro wrestler in early 90's WWF who sometimes looked better than ever.

That wrestler was Rowdy Roddy Piper, who grew his hair longer.

Even though Roddy did look pretty terrible sometimes with long hair---especially when his long hair had those short bangs---when he looked good with long hair, he looked good.

And even better---the role of a wrestling valet is for her not just to manage a wrestler she's supporting and ushers to the ring---but to distract the opponent as well, in particular with flirting and seducing, especially if she's a beautiful and pretty valet.

On a WWF episode in 1992, Rowdy Roddy Piper was having a match against someone, and you were his opponent's valet.

During the middle of the match, you climbed on to the corner of the ring outside of the ropes, where you raised yourself up and stood in the ring, but outside of the ropes.

You stood near a place where Roddy was nearby, and as you walked up those stairs and next to the ropes, some male fans in the audience whistled at you and cheered, their eyes all on you.

As you stood behind the ropes, you were shouting and screaming at the wrestler you supported, and Roddy heard what you were doing.

Roddy walked away from his opponent and approached you, where you were behind the ropes still fussing.

During this match, Roddy didn't really have any bangs, which is a good thing.

Once he stood close enough right in front of you, one of your hands tried to slap him, but he ducked his head underneath your hand after you attempted to slap.

After he ducked his head, he raised his head up and placed at the side of your face and pulled your head closer to his face for a kiss, where he shut his eyes and locked his lips in between your lips and kissed you.

The audience really got an uproar out of this, many of them screaming and screeching.

Your eyes were wide and your eyebrows raised when he did this to you, but this was expected.

You shouldn't be acting so shocked, especially considering you seduced him.

When he pulled your head in for a kiss, his pull was fast and forceful, not slow.

He then removed his hands off of your face, but one of his hands reached behind your back and his hand gave one of your buttocks a sharp smack.

His smack on your ass cheek caused you to react, your mouth was agape in shock and your eyes were wide and your eyebrows raised, while one of your hands was behind you and rubbing up and down your buttock he spanked.

You didn't rub it up and down sexually, you did it as if it hurt.

You do somewhat wish you could've seduced and flirted with Roddy during this match to get his attention.

Thank God it was Roddy Piper who kissed you, with his beautiful pearly white teeth and adorable smile, and luckily it wasn't one of the Bushwackers who tried to kiss you---they're missing teeth, they smell bad and have terrible hygiene.

[corvidcall]

I would say that there are some feminist reasons for keeping women's sports. Like, for example, that whole "misogyny" thing that still exists

Specifically, I'm thinking about this study about women chess players, where they took 42 male-female pairs of chess players of equivalent skill and had them play a bunch of chess matches online. The women were told they were sometimes playing against other women, and sometimes playing against men. When they thought they were playing against other women (or in the control group, where they weren't told anything about the gender of their opponent), the women won matches about half the time, but when they were told they were playing against men, women won their matches only about a third of the time. The women would play more defensively and less confidently, being well aware of the stereotypes that women are stupider and worse at chess than men, but when playing against (what they thought was) a peer, they were not burdened by the long history of misogyny, and could play to their full abilities.

Obviously, there are arguments for and against women-only chess leagues - some people support them, because the women competitors can have a better chance to show off their abilities and it can help encourage more women to get involved in the sport (both if they know there's a league in which they can compete, and also being able to see a lot of women competing in that sport), but also some women are opposed to them, saying that it's demeaning, and they're just as good at chess as men are.

I'm not saying that there shouldn't be gender-integrated sports, and I'm not saying that trans women shouldn't be in women's sports (if anything, I think this is an argument for trans people getting to join whichever gendered league they feel most comfortable in), but I think it's unfair to say that there is no reason anyone would support a sports league or group for exclusively a marginalized identity, except for thinking that that marginalized identity sucks and can't compete against the majority. Sometimes it's better for the marginalized people in question to be in a group of their peers, and feel like they don't have to compete against a long history of discrimination AND the opposing team.

God, anyone else remember when everyone understood that the correct feminist position about sports was that women should be allowed to compete with men because they're just as capable? When it was a trope in media to have the mysterious star athlete who just blew everyone else out of the water to take off her helmet and reveal that she was a woman the whole time?

Now people are rabidly arguing that supposed "men" (trans women) have inherent insurmountable biological advantages in literally every single possible activity and cis women are too weak and dainty and unskilled to ever compete and must be protected, and then they try to call themselves feminists who are being silenced as if that's not just the mainstream sexist patriarchal opinion

Anyway, desegregate sports. There was never any reason to separate them by gender in the first place

[blowflyfag]

the Wrestler: Volume 25, 2009

ON ASSIGNMENT

BY LIZ HUNTER

I TAKE A few weeks off and Dan Murphy uses my “On Assignment” column to start a feud with Bret Hart. Then, the most surprising promotional jump since the Monday Night Wars takes place as Gail Kim leaves TNA for WWE.

This is why I hate taking vacations… I always seem to be off somewhere else when the good stuff happens.

[Gail Kim’s move to WWE could benefit her pocketbook, but not necessarily her career. As Senior Writer Liz Hunter points out, Kim is an amazing wrestler, not just eye candy. In TNA, she even matched her talents against top male athletes, such as A.J. Styles.]

One quick thought on Dan’s column last month. Hart’s conduct at the Tragos/Thesz Hall of Fame was despicable and the Turnbuckle Turkey he receives elsewhere in this issue is well-deserved. I’m glad Dan took Hart to task for his conduct. I just wish he hadn’t used my column as the launching pad while I was away leaving me with a stack of letters and e-mails weighing in on the matter. 

On to Kim, the woman who became the cornerstone of the TNA Knockouts division and helped the women’s division surpass the X division as the most exciting group in the company. 

According to people close to the situation, Kim’s decision to leave TNA came down to dollars and cents. Her contract with TNA was set to expire, and the company was neither willing nor-most likely-able to match the offer WWE set on the table.

If that’s the case, I can’t blame Kim for taking the better offer. After all, pro athletes in mainstream sports routinely follow the dollars and go to the team willing to pay them the most. 

But unlike athletes in mainstream sports, pro wrestlers are considered to be independent contractors, meaning they have to pay for their own insurance and expenses. One unfortunate fall and a wrestler’s career can come to an end. When that happens, he or she is left without a source of income or a player’s union for representation. 

Kim wrestles a very athletic, daredevil style.S She is in terrific shape, but her style puts her at a disproportionately high risk for injury. It makes good business sense for her to sign with the company willing to pay her the most and WWE is a higher-profile company where she can earn even more money in merchandise and endorsements. 

All that being said, I'm still not convinced that leaving TNA for WWE is a good move for Kim. 

For my money, Kim is the best all-around female wrestler in the sport today. She may not have the raw power of a Beth Phoenix of Awesome Kong, but she’s an excellent technician and is skilled in a variety of different international styles. She’s the most exciting and dynamic woman wrestler of the post-Trish era, and her defection could prove to be a major blow to TNA. 

But does WWE know how to handle a woman of her talent? WWE has no interest in presenting “women’s wrestling.” It would rather showcase Divas, interchangeable models who can learn a handful of moves and look good wearing skimpy little outfits. WWE sees its Divas as dime-a-dozen bimbos, girls willing to pose for Playboy and do sexy photoshoots to sell some magazines and posters. 

In fairness, it must be noted that Kim isn’t exactly afraid to show off her body to get ahead. She’s posed topless for some cell phone advertisements in Korea that are now all over the Internet. And she’s not being coy when she does that little fanny shake while climbing into the ring. 

But beneath the booty-shaking sexiness, Kim is a legitimate wrestler. She trains four hours a day. She breaks down videotape and spars with a variety of training partners. She works hard to be the best wrestler she can be, not merely the best eye candy. That part seems to come naturally to Kim and she shouldn't be criticized for it. 

Kim is a beautiful woman, but she’s not the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, big-chested prototype WWE fans have been conditioned to accept. In TNA, Kim stood out as a gorgeous woman. In WWE, I'm afraid she'll be pushed off into the background, lost amidst the panoply of blonde hair, blue eyes, and implants. 

[If WWE plans to market Kim as the wrestler she has trained so hard to become , they’ll have to find her better competition. Mickie James matches up well against Kim, but a contest between two fan favorites on Raw is unlikely.]

My other concern is that there aren’t many women in WWE capable of having a competitive match with Kim. Phoenix could be a good opponent, but her style is methodical and power-based, which will limit Kim’s ability to showcase her quickness and fluid counter-wrestling abilities. Maria, Candice Michelle, and Michelle McCool can’t hold a candle to Kim. Mickie James probably matches up best against Kim from a style standpoint, but Kim will only face her if (A) she debuts on the Raw brand and (B) she becomes a heel. If Kim shows up on Smackdown, she will be badly underutilized unless she faces Victoria or Natalya most nights. 

I’m glad Kim is getting another chance with WWE, and I'm glad she presumably got the big-money contract she sought.. I just hope she doesn’t regret her decision sex months from now when she’s stuck battling Diva Search runner-ups for TV time. If she's doing bra-and-panties matches against the Bella Twins, the jump will be a travesty.

[legilimensxsnape]

Some midnight thoughts

The patronus debate. How exhausting it is to hear that two same patronus means obsession, but only on some occasions (*cough* only when you want it to be *cough*).

The patronus is a representation of self, right? The pure, happy side of yourself. When you conjure a patronus, you need to think of a happy moment. Why do people forget that PURE and OBSESSION don't get along? If the patronus is something pure, it can't be obsession.

And it can change once you have eternal love for someone.

Why the hell are we all talking about romantic love? Platonic love is as worthy and as powerful. Nevertheless, why use such a heteronormative concept for the patronus? The gender of those patronus shouldn't even matter, especially not in a fandom that is so against Rowling for being a TERF and using all those stereotypes about genders in the books.

Let's say Tonk's patronus is female. Why would it be female? Isn't one of her main headcanons is that she's nonbinary? What if the goddamn wolf was a male, just like Remus? Would that be shocking? Would that be obsession, too?

Snape's patronus is female, so what? Let's assume it changed to be the same as Lily. What's the problem with it? They don't "match" each other because they're not hetero? Who cares. It shows that Snape's only happiness comes from Lily. I've never understood why it meant obsession to some people.

Maybe Snape's patronus had always been a doe, for all we know. Snape's gender identity is something very interesting. What if he was NOT (shocking) a heterosexual man? The fandom is always very quick to say who's LGBTQ and who's not depending on who they like and who they don't like, but that's for another debate.

What if Snape was a transfeminine? Demigirl? Etc.?

What if Snape hates male energy?

He prefers the company of women, that's canon. Maybe he feels more like himself when surrounded by female energy. That wouldn't be surprising if his patronus would be female then.

What I mean to say is why the fuck does the gender of the patronus matters when it comes to "love or obsession".

I personally don't understand how I think that Snape's patronus being a doe to represent his love for Lily is so sweet, that he never stopped caring for her, but at the same time, some people think it's the absolute nastiest shit they've ever seen.

What if Snape's patronus was a stag? They'd definitely call it creepy. Snape is such a sexual beast!

The problem people have with Snape's patronus is not the patronus itself. It's that it is Snape.

[caityfoord]

Ellie Carpenter

For years, the world of women's football has been hearing the name 'Ellie Carpenter' for her outstanding achievements from a young age. Some notable accomplishments include being the youngest soccer player in the history of the Olympics, and being Australia's first international football to be born in the twenty-first century (male or female). She has received many individual accolades, such as the 2020 Asian Women's Player of the Year, Asian Football Confederation (AFC) team of the decade, 2021 and 2022 PFA Australian Women's footballer of the year, 2021 and 2022 Young Australian Women's footballer of the year, and AFC player of the week (making her the first woman ever to win this). Ellie Carpenter is a highly decorated player at the ripe age of 22.

Ellie Carpenter started playing for the Australian senior women's national team at age 15, the same year as her W-league debut for the Western Sydney Wanderers. She has played for three W-league clubs, most notably Melbourne City, where she helped her team win the league premiership by scoring a brace against her former club. After securing that victory, she won the W-League's Young Footballer of the Year for the third consecutive year (18-20). She has been highly successful on her home turf.

After shining on the international stage with the Matildas, Carpenter got signed to one of the NWSL's most successful clubs, Portland Thorns. She became the youngest player in the NWSL, then ten days later, the youngest goal-scorer. She helped lead them to a second-place finish in the league in 2018 and a third-place finish in 2019. After her remarkable and record-breaking career for the Thorns, the club announced her transfer on a 3-year contract to the French giants, Olympique Lyonnais, one of the best women's teams in the world.

For Lyon, she shone as a regular starter. She was voted best new signing by Lyon fans in 2020. She was named to the Ligue 1 team of the season, wrapping up her first season for the French powerhouse very nicely. With Lyon, she has won 2 UEFA Women's Champions League (UWCL) titles. Unfortunately for Carpenter, she was on the bench in the 2020 final, and although she started in the 2022 final, she tore her Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) in only the 13th minute. This shouldn't be a detriment to her success, as she was a vital part of the squad in all three of her seasons in France, where with Lyon she has won 2 UWCLs, 2 French titles, and a French Cup title. Now after tearing her ACL, Carpenter has signed a new 3-year deal, sealing her future with the massive club until 2026.

Ellie Carpenter's success would be commendable for any player, but the most exciting thing about her is that she hasn't even reached her full potential. She frequently makes lists such as top 50 or 100 female footballers, or more significantly, was named number two on ESPN's 21 under 21 list in 2021. At age 22, she still has many years to continue to hone her prowess of skills and dominate women's soccer.

The young defender plays a pivotal role for Australia, the team being generally more successful when she is present. Over the past 15 months, the Matildas have a record of 10-4-7 with Ellie Carpenter, and 0-1-4 without the star wing-back, making their success ratio respectively 57%-10%. This could be luck, but Carpenter's ability to make huge defensive tackles, then immediately transition in a dangerous attack, creates many of Australia's more well-constructed goal attempts. She has proven time after time that she can hold the world's best attackers off, such as the likes of Megan Rapinoe and Carli Lloyd. During the Tokyo 2021 women's Olympic soccer tournament, Carpenter was a key player to Australia's successful and historic run. She received two player of the match awards from the Matildas, as well as being recognized by many women's soccer fans as one of the best defenders of the tournament. Her presence is key for Australia.

Carpenter plays her right-back position with ease, very rarely messing up and recovering in the rare occasion she does. She frequently makes runs up the side and delivering perfect balls for attackers to finish. She often records assists on both the international and club stage. Carpenter's speed is a dangerous weapon well-utilized by her country seeing as she is one of, if not the fastest player on the Matildas squad. Her connection with Matildas teammate and fellow speedster, Hayley Raso, is a deadly combination down the right-hand side that breaks down many world class defenses. Carpenter doesn't often score, but scored her second and third goals for her country in a remarkable fashion in the historic 18-0 win over Indonesia.

A formidable opponent, Ellie Carpenter will surely come back even stronger for a home Women's World Cup in 2023.

[candy-and-writing]

What A Triple Lutz Can Do

part iii

Dark! Bucky x Ice Skater! Reader x Dark! Steve

Summary: Steve and Bucky have found each other again, after everything they’ve been through. When Steve meets you at the Winter Olympics, he decides you’re the perfect little doll for their plan.

General Warnings: non con/dub con, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, male masturbation, pet names—kitten, princess, ie; oral sex (female and male), fingering, (forced?) poly relationship (m/m/f), somnophilia, light bondage, more to be added as the story goes on

Chapter Warnings: non consensual touching and kissing, non consensual drugging, mean! Steeb, soft bois, stucky fluff

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Part Two // Part Four

Masterlist

It took you fifteen minutes to gather the courage to take a shower. Another ten to undress. You hated how exposed you felt, how at any moment Captain Rogers or Sergeant Barnes could walk in and see you naked.

The shampoo smelled heavenly, and as you dried your hair you marveled at how soft it was, how the scent lingered in your hair.

You clutched the towel to your body as you rummaged through the dresser drawers, searching for the least provocative set of underwear. You settled on a pair of lacy briefs that showed more of your ass than you initially thought and a matching bra.

You sorted through the wardrobe five different times, trying to find something to wear. Should you wear a dress? Did they want you to dress up? God, why were you complying with them?

You decided on a white sleeveless dress with a pink floral pattern and a flattering neckline. You paired it with a light pink cardigan, pulling the sleeves down past your wrists.

Looking in the bathroom mirror, you find what you need to style your hair, applying a quick layer of mascara to your lashes. While contemplating whether or not to put on some lip gloss, you grabbed the Chanel perfume bottle, examining it carefully before spritzing a little on your neck. It smelled like jasmine and roses. You liked it.

You shouldn't like it.

You're looking through the extensive makeup collection when you hear the door unlock. You turn your head and watch Bucky close the door behind him, balancing a tray with three plates of food in one hand. He spots you in the bathroom and his jaw drops.

"Wow, doll, you look—you look amazing."

You give him a timid smile and watch as he moves out of sight. You follow him to the threshold of the second room, the one you hadn't yet looked in. A small dining table sat in the middle of the room, with an absolutely gorgeous diamond chandelier hanging above the table. A large bookcase filled with books lined the wall. Skimming the titles, you realized that most of them were books that you had at home—or at the very least the same authors. Some were books you've never heard of before, a few were ones you've always wanted to read. Others were older, classics like the Oz series by L. Frank Baum and the Lord of the Rings series. Books that Steve and Bucky would have read in their childhoods.

"That was Steve's idea," Bucky says, walking up to you after he set the plates down on the table. "Wanted to get you something a little more personal."

You hummed in response, not knowing what else to say. Were you supposed to thank them? For what, for kidnapping you? For buying you expensive luxuries you didn't want?

Bucky hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

"You look absolutely stunning in this dress, doll," he murmured, his voice low. You swallowed before finding your voice.

"It's just a dress. . . ."

His eyes were gorgeous. Tantalizing blue-grey like the sky at the first signs of a storm. You found yourself lost in them, at the little specks of a deeper blue, of green. You didn't realize he was closing in on you until his lips touched yours.

He smirked against your lips as you squeaked in surprise, your shoulders tensing as your hands flew to his chest to push him away. You felt like you were pushing against a brick wall; the solid mass of muscle beneath your palms wouldn't budge. When Bucky seemingly got tired of your resistance, he gathered your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them to your chest.

He moaned against your mouth, coaxing your lips apart as he dipped his tongue in. You stayed frozen in your spot, letting his tongue roam within your mouth. His hand trailed down to your breast, squeezing softly as you whimpered. His lips moved to the corner of your mouth, then to your jawline, kissing and sucking his way down your neck.

"You're wearing the perfume," Bucky commented, murmuring against your skin. "Do you like it? It reminded us of something women would wear back in our day. Something that fits you."

You shut your eyes, biting back a whimper as he nibbled on your neck. He intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your hands flat against the wall and he suckled at your pulse point. You let out a weak mewl as he licked over the dark mark he created, his knee pushing against the apex between your thighs.

"Bucky asked you a question, sweetheart," Steve said suddenly, standing in the threshold, holding a bottle of wine by the neck and three glasses by their stems. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him and you try to push Bucky away, but he doesn't budge.

"When one of us asks you a question, you answer it." Stave's voice was surprisingly stern, sending a shudder down your spine.

It took you a moment to gather your voice. "Yes. . . it smells very nice." If either of them heard how shaky your voice was, they didn't acknowledge it. Steve hummed, setting the wine down on the table.

"Buck, dinner's ready."

"Mmm, I got dinner right here," he mumbled. Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you down on his knee, grinding your core against him. You yelped, pushing against his chest in desperation.

"Bucky."

Bucky grumbled in response, fingers digging into the divot of your hips as he licked a stripe up your neck before finally relenting.

Your knees were shaking so much you could barely keep yourself upright, your hands plastered against the wall for support. Mascara streamed down your cheeks as Bucky held his hand out to you.

"C'mon, doll, let's eat."

Steve pulled out a chair for you, Bucky guiding you to sit down. Steve wiped your stained cheeks with a napkin, shushing you as you whimpered.

"Buck and I made your favorite, sweetheart," Steve beamed. "Fettuccine Alfredo with broccoli. We even got a bottle of Cabernet to share."

You nodded, mumbled a small 'thank you', and let Steve set your plate in front of you.

"Eat up, sweetie."

You were allowed one glass of wine during dinner, which was barely filled a third of the way up. You wanted to drink from the entire goddamn bottle—it seemed appropriate, considering the circumstances.

The fettuccine was good, admittedly, which made you sick to your stomach. You weren't very hungry, you had hardly taken four bites of your pasta, and Steve and Bucky had noticed.

"What's the matter, doll?" Bucky asked. "Do you not like it?"

"No!" you rushed. "No, it—dinner's wonderful. . . I'm just not very hungry."

"You haven't eaten all day, sweetheart," Steve chided. "And you didn't have very much to eat  yesterday, are you feeling okay?"

You scoffed at that. "Other than the fact that a couple of psychotic superheroes have kidnapped me?" you muttered. "Oh, yeah, I'm great."

"Watch the attitude," Steve warned. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking down at your uneaten food.

"Steve." Bucky looked at his friend, giving him the puppy eyes he couldn't ignore. "Give her a break."

Steve sighed. "If you really don't want to eat, fine, we'll go over the rules instead. Buck, you mind cleaning up?"

Bucky downed his wine, sighing as he and Steve stood. You were hesitant to follow, but when Steve held out his hand for you to take, you realized you didn't have much of a choice. He threaded his fingers in yours, guiding you back to the bed.

"Sit," he told you. You took a seat on the edge of the bed, Steve standing in front of you. "Good girl."

You couldn't stop the involuntary shudder that ran down your spine at the pet name. Steve smirked at your reaction.

"We're going to go over the rules, okay? There aren't many." He waited until you nodded to continue. "First off: We won't tolerate disobedience. You'll do as you're told when you're told, and you'll drop the backtalk. Got it?"

You couldn't understand the fear that settled in your gut. You should be angry—furious—at him for trying to control you, but you were just unbelievably scared. They held all the power here. You were helpless.

"Second rule," Steve growled, "you answer when Bucky or I talk to you."

"Okay," you forced out. Steve's expression relaxed a little.

"Good. Until you can show Bucky and me that you're ready to move upstairs with us, you'll stay down here. We bought you some books already, but if you want anything else to keep you entertained, just tell us. We'll get you anything you want, within reason. And you can make as much noise as you want down here—we soundproofed it. Doesn't mean you won't get punished for causing a ruckus, though."

Your lower lip wobbled a little as you responded with, "I understand."

"You will treat us with respect. You'll use your manners, you'll be sweet. You will accept what we give you, and you'll do as you're told when you're told.

"You disobey us, you will be punished. And trust me, Bucky and I can get pretty creative when we want to be. Your attitude at the dinner table was your only warning."

"I understand," you said quietly. "I'm sorry."

The apology slipped past your lips before you could stop it.

"Buck and I will do everything we can to make you happy and comfortable. That's our job, sweetheart, to make you happy." He gently cupped your cheek, his hand so warm you had to stop yourself from leaning into his touch. "You already make us so happy, we just want to return the favor."

You frowned at that, confused. Steve could see the wheels turning in your head, an amused smile on his face.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours, princess?"

"Why am I here?" you asked carefully, your shoulders tense as you avoided his gaze. "I just—I don't understand."

Steve sighed, squatting down so he was level with you. "Because, sweetheart, we need you. You are perfect for us, baby, I knew that the moment I first saw you on the ice. The way you danced was so—so beautiful, you know? Like you were walking on water. I saw the way you seemed to relax, like every burden was being lifted off your shoulders. It's the only time you've seemed truly free. You're always so busy, sweetheart; between classes and practice, when do you have time for yourself? You're gonna work yourself to death, baby. We can help you, we can make you happy. I know you don't understand right now, but we are what you need.

"And you'll make us happy. We want you with us, want you in our relationship. We love you, sweetheart, we just want to show you that we love you."

You didn't realize you were crying until Steve brushed his thumb against your cheek to wipe away a tear.

"I know it's a lot, baby, but it's the truth. We're gonna take care of you, princess. You'll be safe here."

Your hands shook as you folded them in your lap, wringing your dress through your fingers. The fearful pout on your face had Steve trying to stop a smile. The crease between your brows was just too cute.

"But—I was happy," you sniffled. "I love skating, I love dancing. . . I was going to graduate in the spring. You're taking my life away, why can't you see that?"

"We know it's tough, doll," Bucky said, leaning against the threshold, his arms crossed against his chest. "We know it'll take some time for you to acclimate to your new life, but if you're patient with us, we'll be patient with you."

"No. You don't understand—" Your fear was quickly dissipating into anger. They weren't listening to you, they weren't going to listen. "I don't want to be here. You say you care about me? That you want to make me happy? Then let me go, please."

Steve sighed, looking back towards Bucky. His gaze turned hard as he looked back at you. "You're staying with us. We'll talk about some things we can get you to keep you from growing bored."

Your face fell at his comment.

"My ma used to cross-stitch," Bucky commented. "I would watch her and my sister go at it for hours. I'm sure it isn't too hard to figure out."

"Or knitting?" Steve piped. "You ever knit, sweetheart?"

You shook your head after a moment, appalled that they were having this conversation so nonchalantly. Rage radiated within you, angry tears threatening to spill past your lashes as you dug your nails into the palms of your hands.

"There anything you like to do, princess?" Steve asked.

You shrugged simply, looking down at your hands. Steve frowned, opening his mouth to speak when Bucky stopped him, resting his hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, doll, think about it for a bit." He gave you a small smile before giving Steve an exasperated look. "Stevie and I'll take the dishes upstairs, why don't you go ahead and get ready for bed?"

You swallowed thickly, nodding.

"Good girl, we'll be back down in a bit."

You watched them leave, the big heavy door locking you in behind them. You felt numb—fuzzy—like you weren't actually there. Or maybe you were just hoping you weren't. That maybe this was all some drunken-induced nightmare. Maybe you had drunk too much and wound up in an alcohol-induced coma.

You stood, stiffly walking toward the dresser. You shuffled through the drawer, looking for something suitable to sleep in. All you could find were silky slip ons and vintage nightgowns with lace on the hems and little bows—you hated it. You hated how they picked your wardrobe like you were a doll, how they were keeping you down here like a. . . a pet. Like you were a puppy they chose to take home from a shelter, keeping you in the basement to acclimate you to the house.

You groaned in frustration, slamming the drawer shut. You pace back and forth between the width of the room, pulling at your hair as you tried to put your thoughts together. Your head was spiraling, completely overwhelmed as you drowned in rage and fear and stress until you felt like you couldn't breathe.

You jumped as you heard the door unlocking, turning your head just in time to see Steve enter the room. You frowned, watching him wearily as he smiled at you, closing the door behind him. "Hey, sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" It slipped past your lips before you really thought about it, mouth clamping shut as soon as you saw the way Steve's jaw clenched.

"Made you some hot chocolate," he said, holding up a mug. "Sprinkled some cinnamon in it, just how you like."

You felt your stomach drop. You blinked once, twice, swallowing the bitter disgust that was threatening to overflow your senses. "Oh, um. . . thank you."

He moved to set it down on the nightstand, turning back to you. "Why haven't you changed yet?"

"I—uh—I just—" You looked down at your florally dress, eyes flitting back up to meet his. "I couldn't decide what to wear," you lied.

Steve watched your eyes flick to the side, your hands playing with the fabric of the skirt of your dress. He smiled, stepping close to you and hooking his finger under your chin to tilt your head up. "Why don't we go find something, huh? Come on."

He wrapped his hand around yours and guided you to the dresser, opening up a drawer. He started to shuffle through the clothing. "Let's see. . . how 'bout this, sweetheart?"

He pulled out a little black silk slip-on, holding it up by the straps. Your jaw dropped, completely appalled as tears quickly began to well in your eyes in panic. You had just started to stutter out an answer when Steve chuckled.

"I'm just kidding, sweetie, relax."

Your stomach flipped as you watched him smile—a genuine smile that split his lips and showed off his pearly white teeth. You blinked, stunned, taking in the smile lines in the corner of his eyes and the barely-there dimples on his cheeks.

"How 'bout this one?"

He showed off a modest nightgown with strings laced up the neckline, doily lace trimming the hem of the collar and the skirt and pink bows decorating the fabric. You scowled, barely stopping a grimace from spreading across your lips. Steve caught it anyway, huffing out a laugh.

"Not that one either, huh? Okay. . . . What about this one?"

He pulled out a sleeveless silk sleep-dress with lace tracing the neckline and the straps. The color of the silk reminded you of something a newly wed would wear on her wedding night, that off-white ivory that many women dreamed of. Knowing that was probably the simplest nightgown you had, you let out a sigh, your shoulders dropping.

"That one works," you told him.

Steve beamed, his eyes sparkling as he shut the dresser drawer, handing you the nightdress. "Alright then, go ahead and get changed."

You nodded, giving him a small smile back as you went to turn. He caught your arm, his grip firm yet gentle. "Where ya goin'?"

You frowned at him. "The . . . bathroom? To change?"

His grip on your arm tightened for only a second, enough to send a shudder down your spine. You bit the inside of your cheek to try to steel yourself, hoping you didn't look like a dog with its tail between its legs.

"You don't need to go to the bathroom to change, doll. You can do it right here."

"But—"

"Now, sweetheart. I won't ask again."

You nodded, shuffling the sweater off your shoulders. You ducked your head, your hands wringing the sweater tightly. "Could you—um—could turn around, at least? Please?"

Steve sighed and you dropped your gaze. "Fine. But you're gonna have to learn to get used to Buck and me eventually."

You nodded and watched as he turned, thanking him. You were quick to unzip the dress and let it pool at your feet. You struggled to unclasp the bra, grunting in annoyance when it wouldn't come undone.

"You need some help, sweetheart?" Steve taunted. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"No."

You decided to just slide the straps off your arms and shuck the bra down your body until you were able to step out of it, dropping it on the floor and pulling the nightgown over your head. It was shorter than you anticipated, the hem reaching mid-thigh instead of your knees.

"Okay, you can turn around."

Steve took two steps and he was facing you again, smirking down at you.

"You should drink your hot chocolate before it gets cold," he said.

"Oh, uh—right." You sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping your fingers around the mug before you took a small sip. Steve watched you intently, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. "So —um. . . where's Sergeant Barnes?"

"He's finishing the dishes," Steve told you. "Should be down here soon. Why, you miss him already?"

You felt your cheeks heat up, your fingers tapping against the ceramic of the mug as you sputtered out your answer. "N-no, it—it's not—I was just curious, is all."

Steve chuckled. You swallowed nervously, taking a prolonged sip from your mug—mainly as an excuse to avert your eyes from Steve's gaze. You kept silent, focusing on the warmth that flooded your chest every time you took a sip of your hot chocolate. You blinked lazily, your body feeling heavier. Steve sat down next to you, and as you turned your gaze you realized for the first time he had changed. Before, he was wearing trousers and a button-up shirt. Now, though, he's in sweatpants and a plain white shirt.

"Bucky thinks you'd like a record player down here," he said, "something so it isn't so quiet. We could get you some cd's, some records. Does that sound good?"

Not how does that sound? or would you like that? But does that sound good? He wasn't giving you any other option but to comply. To be okay with his decision. You blinked again, finding it harder to open your eyes this time as you nodded, muttering a soft, "yeah."

Steve smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. You jumped, spine going rigid as you felt his lips split into a grin against your skin.

"You're too cute, babydoll."

You swallowed, sucking in a shaky breath, bringing the near-empty mug to your lips. You couldn't tell if it was the trembling in your arms or if your hands were really shaking, but you gripped the ceramic tighter so you wouldn't drop it. You had never been called that before. Babydoll. You always hoped you would have a partner who would call you by that pet name, but the few boys you dated in high school and freshman year of college were. . . shallow. Your second boyfriend hardly ever told you he loved you. But—even still—you never thought the first time someone would call you that would be a situation as fucked up like this one.

The loud click of the lock broke you from your thoughts, the solid steel door opening slowly. Bucky Barnes stepped in, shutting the door behind him, smiling at you as you heard the dreaded lock click again.

"Hey, doll," he greeted. He ran his flesh hand through his cropped hair, smiling down at you as he crossed over to you and Steve.

You honestly couldn't tell if you acknowledged him or not. Your vision was clouding and your eyelids felt heavy like you could fall asleep in a second if the two men would let you.

"She drink her hot chocolate?" you heard Bucky ask.

"Practically chugged it," Steve answered. You frowned, not understanding their words. You looked down at your empty mug precariously, your brow furrowed as you tried to look for something obvious. Like a roach.

You shivered as Bucky took the mug from you, his fingers ghosting over yours and he smiled. You shuddered again, goosebumps rising upon your skin when Steve started combing his hand through your hair.

"What's the matter, baby?" Bucky asked. "You cold?"

It took you a moment to answer, your eyelids closed, as you mumbled out a soft, "yeah."

You felt Bucky's hovering presence leave for only a moment before it returned; you cracked your eye open to see him holding out a cardigan sweater.

"Go on."

You took it with a soft 'thank you,' and pulled the woven wool over your shoulders. It was so soft against your skin, you hugged your arms around your body as the plush fuzz tickled your bare arms, letting out a sigh. Your head started to droop after you closed your eyes and Steve had to nudge your chin up with his finger. You heard him chuckle.

"I think that's our queue to go to bed," he said. Your world was spinning then, as two hands came under the crooks of your shoulders and lifting you. You let out a lazy yelp as Bucky plopped you down on the center of the bed. You bounced on the mattress a few times before you settled, your eyes falling on Steve as he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Wha. . .wha're ya doin'?" you slurred, heart racing as you felt the bed dip.

"We're goin' to bed, baby," Bucky said like it was obvious, crawling into the bed beside you. You frowned at him, your mind foggy as you tried to wrap your brain around what was happening.

"I. . . no—I don't want—"

Steve shushed you, climbing into bed on the other side of you. His hand pressed against your chest, the width from his thumb to his pinky finger spanning across your entire front as he pushed you back with little effort. Your back landed on the plush mattress with a soft 'oof'. "You're just tired, sweetheart," he smiled. "Go to sleep."

You couldn't fight it. Their body heat engulfed you like a typhoon engulfing the mainland; it was overwhelming. You were imprisoned between the two supersoldiers and being forced into a slumber so violently it was like you were being smothered with a pillow. You let out a breathy whine as Bucky wrapped an arm around your torso.

"Hush, doll," Bucky cooed. "You're okay. Just close your eyes."

You fought some more, sluggishly flailing your arm and trying to bat away hands until Bucky had pinned you down, hugging your body flush to his. He crooned your name softly against your ear, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down your spine.

"You're alright, baby," he hushed. "Just relax, Stevie and I are right here. Just go to sleep, princess."

You didn't know if it was the drug or the cozy heat that radiated off of the supersoldiers—maybe it was both—but you drifted off soon after, your body feeling like maple syrup was running through your veins. Steve and Bucky watched as you settled down, your shoulders dropping as your breathing evened out.

"Is she asleep?" Bucky asked softly, lifting his head to look at Steve.

"Yeah, she passed out quick, I might've put too much of the sedative in her drink." Steve was on his side, arm under his pillow as he looked down at the girl curled against his chest.

"I told you, she isn't very big—half a dose would've done the job just fine."

"I just want her to be comfortable," Steve pouted, letting out a sigh. "She was so scared earlier. I just wanna show her she doesn't have'ta be afraid."

"It'll just take some time, Stevie," Bucky told him. "Soon enough, she'll see that this is what's best for her, I promise."

"Yeah." Steve paired with your hair, listening to your soft snores as silence filled the room.

Steve agreed with Bucky—it was too quiet down there. Apart from your small breaths, Steve could only hear the quiet buzz of silence. He thought about records he and Bucky could get you; you liked soft music—acoustic and folk/indie. You really liked an artist named Taylor Swift. Steve tried to ask Bucky if he knew who she was, but he didn't, so Steve ended up downloading her entire discography onto his phone—with Sam's help, who refuses to leave him alone about it. Steve actually liked a lot of her songs; he thought they suited you.

"Do you think it's too dark in here?" Bucky's low voice seemed to echo throughout the silent room.

Steve had been thinking the same thing. There was only a little night light plugged into the bathroom, so you had a little bit of guidance, but they'd have to get you another—maybe in the other room, if they got one bright enough. You were used to the city noise, the light seeping through the cracks of your blinds.

"Yeah," Steve whispered back. "We could get her another nightlight?"

Bucky hummed in response. "Maybe something that sits on her nightstand? It'd be a little brighter than a plug-in."

"Yeah, we'll look for something in the morning."

They stayed quiet for a while, both supersoldiers admiring you while you slept soundly between them. Steve ran his fingers through your hair while Bucky's traced shapes over your bare thigh under the blankets.

"This is perfect, Stevie," Bucky smiled, breaking the silence, reaching over you to grab Steve's hand.

Steve lulled in agreement, still watching the way your chest rose softly with your quiet breaths. "We waited so long for this, Buck, to have her here. She's gonna learn to love us, We just need to be patient."

"I just. . . she's right here, Steve. We're holding her and all I wanna do is fuck her until she can't think—but she's so scared. I don't wanna scare her."

"I know," Steve sighed. "But soon we won't have to control ourselves, she'll be begging for us soon enough."

Bucky had to stifle a groan just thinking about it — about how your little voice would sound begging for his cock, begging him to fuck you silly.

You shuffled between the two of them, letting out the smallest grunt as you readjusted. Bucky gripped your hip to still you, his thumb rubbing small circles into the divot of your hip. You stopped squirming, letting out a small huff before you relaxed.

"She's restless," Bucky noted quietly like he was talking to himself.

"Side effect of the sedative," Steve said. "We'll have to play around with the dosage. Maybe try half a dose tomorrow night, see if even that's too much."

Bucky nodded. "She'll need to eat more tomorrow, too. What she ate at dinner wasn't nearly enough."

"She had a big day," Steve countered. "She was hungover, for one. And she was a little shell-shocked, poor baby couldn't wrap her pretty head around all this."

Bucky huffed out a laugh as Steve grinned.

"I love you, Stevie."

"I love you too, Buck."

--

Your body protested the first time you woke up. Your senses were fuzzy, only half awake as you protested with a high pitched whine, curling in on yourself. You were so warm, so comfortable, it was lulling you back to sleep as you were struggling to wake.

"Shh, babygirl." There was a hand carding through your hair, drifting you back into slumber. "It's alright, go back to sleep."

You were too tired to actually comprehend the voice, or the hands in your hair and on your hip, running up and down your waist. You were too lagged to feel the two bodies crowding you between them, trapping you between their heat.

You drifted off again just as you felt the lingering touch of lips on your cheek.

The second time you awoke, you were much colder. Maybe that's why it was easier to open your eyes. It was pitch black in your room and for a moment you worried it was still the middle of the night—until you felt the bedsheets. It wasn't nighttime, there just weren't any windows in your prison. It could be noon and you wouldn't be able to tell.

You forced yourself into a sitting position, groaning when your head started to throb so violently you thought it was going to explode. You leaned forward to search for the edge of the bed, yelping as your hand never touched the mattress and you went toppling off the edge. You landed on the floor with a dull 'thump', pulling the covers down with you. You weren't able to catch yourself in time before your head smacked onto the floor.

"Fuck. . . ." you whimpered, shakingly bringing a hand up to your forehead. The lights flipped on, and two pairs of hands were on in less than a second.

"What happened, doll? Are you okay?" It was Bucky. His hands rested on your forearms as he pulled you up, cradling you to his chest. Steve's fingers grazed the bump that had started to form along your hairline and you winced, trying to escape the pain that jolted through your head. "C'mon babydoll, use your words."

"She hit her head," Steve said gently.

"M'fell," you grumbled, clutching at your temples.

"Why don't you let Stevie look at it, princess?" Bucky coaxed, hooking his finger under your chin and turning you to face Steve. You let out a high pitched whine in protest as you were forced out of the darkness the crook of Bucky's arm provided, your eyes closed as your head throbbed in the light. Bucky shushed you, his fingers running through your hair gingerly.

"She might have a concussion," Steve mumbled to himself, his thumb just barely grazing the contusion. "Nothing major."

You grumbled out a garbled response and burrowed your face back into the crook of Bucky's arm.

"No, baby, I need you to look at me."

When you refused to move your head, Bucky kissed your hair, whispering to you, "C'mon, precious. All you gotta do is look at Stevie for a little bit, then we'll turn the lights back off. Can you do that for us?"

You were quiet for a moment before you looked back up at Steve, cracking your eyes open. He smiled at you, sneaking a quick look at Bucky before he returned his focus to you. He holds his pointer finger up in front of your face and tells you to follow it with your eyes. He glided his finger to the left first, and your gaze followed until the appendix left your vision. He did the same thing to the right side. Your head was pulsating under your skull and you had to close your eyes, squeezing the bridge off your nose to alleviate some of the pressure.

"She has a small concussion," Steve confirmed. "We'll just have to keep an eye on it. Nothing else we can do about it."

"Get off me," you scowled, shoving yourself out of Bucky's lap. You were shaky as you stood, tripping over yourself before you found your balance.

"We're just making sure you're okay, doll." Bucky grabbed Steve's hand to keep him from shouting at you.

"You're the reason I fell in the first place," you grumbled, scoffing as you rubbed your temples. They were the ones who brought you to this basement, it was their fault you couldn't find the edge of the bed when it was so god damn dark.

"What'd you say, sweetheart?"

"Let it go, Steve," Bucky pleaded. Steve didn't listen.

You didn't have time to even blink before he was on you, hand gripping your jaw tightly and shoving you against the wall.

You winced when the back of your head collided with the wall, his fingers digging into your jawline.

"You wanna try that again, sweetheart?" he scowled.

A whimper escaped your lips, your small fingers wrapping around his large wrist.

"St—stop."

"Last chance, Sweetheart."

"I'm sorry," you squeaked. "I—I didn't mean it. . . I'm sorry."

Steve closed his eyes, inhaling like he was physically restraining himself, and stepped back. He let go of you and you gasped for breath, doubling over and wheezing.

"I'm not gonna tell you again," Steve glowered. "We won't tolerate your attitude. That was your last warning."

You nodded furiously, tears welling in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks.

"Get dressed," Steve ordered, motioning for Bucky to stand up. "We'll be back down with breakfast in a few minutes."

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Btw re reading the screenshot makes me realize that despite what they claim, radfem LOVE clinging to the damsel in distress stereotype. Which is also what white supremacists cling to to systemically demonize people criticizing White women, and fearmongering against Black and Brown men coming to "get their women". (that's also why White men have this weird obsession with white women dating black/brown men and considering them "tainted")

We're talking about sports competition, we athletes are the BEST of their league and TRAINED in their respective field....but this user out there is using a comparison with a TIF being assaulted???

Women in fighting sports are 1) not being assaulted (there's a reason there are rules and referee during matches) 2) are highly trained to fight back. You don't get on a boxing tournament (let alone the OLYMPICS) by mistake. Those athletes are not victims and are in fact very proud of being able to stand in competition.

Also can we talk about how they're moving the goalpost AGAIN after realizing that chromosomes alone were not absolute indicators of sex and that people with XY karyotype could have FEMALE sexual organs and be considered as female? So now they're going on the "oh but they're too muscular so they shouldn't compete against "smaller" women uwu" (without definining what they mean by "smaller" ofc)

Most athletes are actually bigger than the average woman, and boxing competition are already sorted by weight anyway, so what does she actually mean??

I mean, now that radfem want to go the "appearance/figure makes up for gender" how are they different from TRA? We now came on full circle LOL TRA defend a bio woman against racist/misogynists, while dumb radfem where siding with rightoid gender essentialist sycophant to dunk on her 💀

If testosterone is the be all and end all of equality on the ring, you better shut the fuck up next time a moid under estrogen knocks out a biological woman out because he's got his testosterone levels low enough to put up with those of a woman. Or when misogynist will argue that a "muscular woman" can't be victim of male violence because she looks closer to a male's figure and could actually fight back.

Some people on here are one tumblr poll away from being like, “if a woman gets pregnant by someone who isn’t the same race as her, is it okay for her to abort the child if she doesn’t want any mixed children?”