#cass has discovered sex

[losers-clvb]

famine // sam winchester

pairing: sam winchester x best friend!female!reader

summary: you and the winchester boys went to go look into a case on a couple mysteriously eating themselves to death. after discovering this is brought on by one of the four horsemen, famine, coming into town, dean and sam create a plan. the only problem: you've been whimpering at the sound of sam's voice since that morning.

content: basically just porn with small amount of plot, slightly dom!sam (not insanely so, just a few words), praise, reader begs sam to fuck her, fingering, unprotected piv penetration, sex pollen adjacent storyline, dubcon (due to said "sex pollen"), dean and castiel walk in on the pair after they're finished, no use of y/n

word count: 3k

note: this is based on season 5, episode 14 "my bloody valentine". i wrote this all in a day, so unedited, but i watched that episode and the idea just came to me. this was my first time writing smut so be kind if it isn't the best. second part of "mayor's banquet" coming out soon, which also has smut, if you are into that. enjoy!

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It started slowly. At first it was discomfort, one that left you wiggling in your jeans. You felt hot and no amount of air conditioning was helping. You moved in your seat as Dean drove through the small time. The three of you had arrived that morning, opting to eat at the local diner before investigating what was going on. A couple had eaten each other to death the night before which threw up alarm bells for the hunters. You were Sam’s best friend, a relationship that had begun in college. It wasn’t until you had an encounter with a werewolf four months after Sam left that you decided to join the boys on their hunts.

“You gotta take a piss or something?” Dean asked after he had noticed you were moving around in the backseat. You blushed when you met his eyes in the mirror.

“Leave her alone, Dean.” Sam smacked his brother playfully. You were grateful for this, as you always were for Sam. Coincidentally after he spoke, the need to move increased. You squeezed your eyes shut and breathed deeply.

You were contemplating asking Dean to pull over when the car stopped. You opened your eyes to find the motel you three would be staying in that night. Dean was already opening the door to the room, but Sam stood in front of your open door with his hand held out, ever the gentleman. You grasped his hand in yours and an actual whimper hummed in your throat. It was like your senses were heightened and Sam was the key to making it all better. Sam looked at you with his head cocked to the side.

“You alright?” He asked as you climbed out of the car. Oh God, his mouth, the way his lips moved when he talked, you wanted them on you, every part of you.

“Yeah.” You whispered, clenching your other hand in a fist. You shouldn’t be thinking of your best friend in that way. At least, not when he was leading you into your shared motel room with his brother. It wasn’t like the thought hadn’t crossed your mind, late at night, with your hand between your legs. You had walked in on Sam with Jessica once, back in the first few months of college. And God did that image give you something to think about. You mostly thought about how easily Sam could pin you on the bed, kiss and suck his way down your body until he reached your core, right where you needed him most. The idea of him devouring you like a starved animal, hands wrapped around your thighs, tongue-

“God, Cass, I thought you didn’t need to eat!” Dean exclaimed as the angel took another bite of his burger. Somehow you had missed entering the room and Castiel appearing inside. You let go of Sam’s hand and beelined to the bathroom. You shut the door and locked it, but not before hearing Dean gloat about how his earlier question had been correct.

You looked in the mirror and analyzed your blown pupils. You scoffed at yourself, splashing cold water onto your face. Why were you acting like a cat in heat? You had more self control than this. It didn’t make sense. You were fine this morning, yet now you were ready to grind yourself down on the edge of the bathtub.

You must have been in there a while because there was a knock on the door and you heard your name.

“I-I’m okay.” You stuttered out while holding back moans. It was Sam, who never wanted you to be uncomfortable. You bit down on your lip as you slipped a hand in your pants. After a few minutes of dissatisfying touching, you knew you had to stop and go back out into the room. When you opened the door there were three pairs of eyes on you, one playful, one uninterested, and one worried. You cleared your throat and shuffled to the table before taking a seat. Silence, aside from Castiel’s chewing, filled the room. You pulled out your laptop from the bags that had been brought in and began researching. What, you didn’t know, but it beat trying to avoid Sam’s gaze.

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It was official: you were horny for Sam Winchester. It was bad, worse than it had been that afternoon. You all had figured out that one of the four horsemen, Famine, was in town, and he was looking for something to satisfy his hunger. It explained everything. Cass’ insatiable hunger and your insatiable need. Even Sam was going thirsty for some demon blood.

Now, you stood, or more squirmed, in the motel room as the boys created a plan. They were starting to suspect something was wrong with you, they just couldn’t figure it out. Dean was a bit more clued into the fact that you seemed to whimper every time you looked in Sam’s direction. Sam, completely clueless to this, had been trying to get you alone in hopes you would tell him what was wrong.

“We find Famine, take his little ring, and everyone will be back to normal.” Dean said, slapping his hands on his lap. You hugged yourself, chewing absentmindedly at your thumbnail in an attempt to stop the desire from coming out of you.

“Dean-” Sam’s voice made you melt and a small moan escaped your lips. The brothers looked at you before turning back to the conversation.

“-I can’t go. The demons-”

“I get it.” Dean interrupted Sam. He knew he couldn’t expect Sam to risk something like this. He had it handled. He had Castiel to help. He would’ve had you also, but he could tell you were ready to pounce on Sam. Your resolve was breaking. There wasn’t much more you could do. You decided - you were going to ask Sam to help you get over this.

“Sam,” You breathed out as you walked to him. Your legs were wobbly. You watched Sam shoot up from his seat, but before you could get to him Dean was grabbing both of your wrists. You whined, trying to pull away. You needed Sam, needed his body, his c-

“No.” Dean spoke sternly, pulling you to the door. He had to get you another room and lock you in. It was for your own good.

“Wait, let her g-” Sam tried to walk to you but Castiel, even in his hungry state, stepped in front of him. You yanked against Dean but he was stronger than you.

“Not right now, man.” Dean spoke as he dragged you out.

“What’s wrong with her?!” Sam was desperate. He needed to know why he couldn’t be around you.

“I think you know.” Castiel said before turning his attention back to his food. Sam shook his head and tried to think. Realization came across his face as he put it all together.

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An hour had passed since Dean left you. He had locked you in the bathroom of a room as far from the original room that they had available. You had somehow gotten worse. You were bucking from the ground, trying to find something to alleviate the pain. It was horrible. You knew Sam was close. You could feel it. You needed him. The door was locked from the outside, but you were pulling on the handle, trying to get it open.

“Please,” You whined out. You banged on the door, trying to break it down. You whimpered a few times when you felt the fabric of your jeans rub against you. You had grown stronger since joining the boys. You could do this. You needed Sam.

The sound of wood cracking encouraged your efforts. You slammed your body up against the door and hit it with your fists until you felt it give way. You fell to the ground surrounded by the scattered pieces of wood from the door. Your recovery was quick and was sped up by the overwhelming need bubbling in you. You stumbled to the door of the room, which was, stupidly on Dean’s part, simply locked with the deadbolt. You ran out into the night like a caged animal escaping. You searched around trying to find the room where you knew Sam was.

There. Room 12. You ran for it, panting as your core grew wetter. You reached the room, shuffling around for the key that Dean had forgotten to take from you. You fumbled to unlock the door. You could already smell Sam, hear his own struggle to get his fix. You searched the room trying to find him.

“Sammy…” You whined out and clutched your stomach. You couldn’t find him, even though you knew he was here. You heard your name muffled through the door to the bathroom. Of course! Dean had hidden him in the same place he had put you. You practically ran to the door, yanking it open. There he was, handcuffed to the sink and looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes. You whimpered and fell to your knees next to him.

“Sammy, it hurts.” You said, gripping onto his shirt. Sam scrunched his eyebrows in worry and understanding. With his free hand he rubbed your side in an attempt to soothe you.

“I know, honey.” He breathed out as you leaned on him.

“Please, Sammy, help me. Please.” You whimpered and breathed in his scent.

“I don’t know if you-” He began.

“No, I do, I do, I do.” You chanted as his hand gripped onto your side. You could see him roll his head to the side. He could tell you were in pain. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to help. He did, more than anything in the world. He had wanted you since you joined him and Dean on the road. The time was never right, his confidence never high enough. And now he had a chance. The only problem was he didn’t know if you actually wanted it or if it was the old man controlling your desire. When Sam was silent to your begging, you moved in closer.

“Sammy, please… it hurts so bad… I want you… all of you…” You moaned out. Red hot need flashed across your vision. It was getting harder for Sam to not touch you in the way you both wanted. The final crush of his hesitancy was the whimper that came out of you when he took his hand off of you.

“Let me see you, baby.” His tone was delicate even when his words were dirty. You were quick to pull your clothes off. You didn’t care where they went and threw them in every direction. You were left naked and kneeling next to him. His eyes raked down your body before stopping on your acing core. You watched him, whining. He traced a finger across your burning skin. He stopped just before reaching your wetness.

“Please…” You breathed. He flicked his gaze to your eyes momentarily before moving his hand. He started slow, rubbing your clit mindfully. You fell backwards in pleasure but made sure you were still close enough for Sam to touch you. Sam’s pace never slowed or quickened, which made you buck your hips up. He pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and whiny.

“Ah ah,” Sam locked eyes with you, “let me do it.” He placed his hand back where it was to continue his rubbing. Your chest heaved as you willed yourself to stay still. God, you needed this. Your hand moved to your breasts. You toyed with your nipples. This made Sam pull at the cuff around his other wrist. He wanted to touch you, touch all of you. Damn Dean for restraining him like this.

“Just like that, baby, rub them just like that.” He slipped a finger in you. You moaned and clenched around it. He swore under his breath as he moved his hand. You felt like heaven and he hadn’t even had you around his cock yet.

“Yes, Sammy, yes.” You encouraged him. Looking at him from your spot on the floor, you could tell he was getting hard. You wanted to help him, helping him helped you. You moved to get up when Sam pulled his hand back again.

“I said, no moving.” He growled and moved his hips to hide the growing erection. You collapsed on the floor, desperate for him again.

“Wanna make you feel good, Sammy.” You mumbled as you felt not just one, but two fingers slip in. Sam sighed in pleasure, loving how you felt on his hand.

“You are, baby. You can have it, have it all. Just wanna make you come first.” His gentle tone only made you louder. You ran your hands down your body, sparks of pleasure erupting wherever you touched. You were close, so so close. You squeezed your eyes shut as Sam sped up the pace.

“So close, Sam, so so so…” You trailed off, the words falling off your tongue as he curled his fingers. He smiled devilishly, and if you didn’t know any better, or if you were in the headspace to even think, you would’ve thought he was possessed. No, this was completely and wholly Sam Winchester.

“That’s good, baby, come on. Come all undone for me.” He cooed. His words were what sent you over the edge, waves crashing down as you moaned through a bitten lip. The moment of reprieve from the pain was short lived as the need seemed to multiply. You figured this must be what torture was. You turned to your hands and knees before crawling to Sam. He groaned as he watched you look up at him, asking for permission to undress him. He nodded and your hands flew to his zipper. You unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them down his body with his boxers.

His cock sprang free, looking achingly hard. You sucked in a breath, the sight making your clit throb. You moved a hand to touch him, but was stopped by his hand on your wrist. Your eyes shot to his.

“I want you around me.” His words were almost a beg, like he was just as needy for this as you were. You whimpered in reply, a new wave of pleasure washing over you. You climbed on top of him so you were chest to chest. He looked in your eyes before crashing his lips into yours. It was sloppy and full of desire. His hand gripped your hip, kneading the skin there. You groaned in response. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you tried to hold him as close to you as possible. His hand snaked down to position himself with your hole. He broke the kiss to speak.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You answered by sinking down onto him with a sigh. You kissed him again, grinding your hips. He helped you move, lifting you with one arm only to guide you back down. His lips left yours, moving down your face then to your neck. He nipped at your skin sharply before kissing it better.

SamSamSamSamSamSam. The only thing in your mind was Sam. His name was racing through your brain in a never ending loop. He left little marks on you everywhere, causing you you speed up your movements. Your fingers tangled in his hair. You needed him closer, needed him deeper.

“God, you feel so good, baby. Just like I dreamed about.” Sam grunted out against your skin. Your walls were warm and tight around him. He could feel you tighten around him when he spoke, which only motivated him to keep going. His words made you moan. You loved this, and though the instant need for it had been brought on against your will, you had been dreaming about this moment for a while.

The room was filled with breathy moans and the sounds of sex. You pulled Sam's head back by his hair, gentle enough, before kissing him again. It was sloppy and wet, full of lust. You could feel yourself growing closer to orgasm again. It was insane how this felt. Most guys hadn't ever gotten you off once, much less twice in the same night. You whimpered into his mouth and felt a smile curve up his face. He was glad he could bring such pleasure to you.

The final breaking point for you was when you felt his hand holding you grip onto the soft fat of your bottom. You let out a few breathy whines as you felt Sam come a second later. You didn't care that the two of you had forgotten to use a condom in your sex driven states. None of that mattered. All that mattered was the euphoric high of multiple orgasms was washing over you as you stayed on Sam. Neither of you were moving anymore. He was still inside you when you let your arms fall to his chest. Your head lolled to its side onto his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you.

“You okay, baby?” He said in between pants. You simply nodded. The overwhelming need to go for another round wasn't coming and you were so glad for it. Finally, you were at peace. Dean and Castiel must have gotten Famine’s ring somehow. You didn't think of what this meant until you heard the door to the motel room open.

“Sam-” Dean began, but was cut off by the sight of the two of you on the bathroom floor, Sam still cuffed to the sink. Castiel appeared behind Dean.

“She wasn't there.” He stated in a monotone after seemingly being sent to check up on you.

“Yeah, I got that.” Dean mumbled. Sam looked up at him sheepishly. You were starting to doze off. The energy it had taken all day to not be able to get off was taking a toll on you. Dean cleared his throat before grabbing a blanket off the bed. He draped it over you in an attempt to keep some of your modesty in tact.

“Can you, ya know?” Sam questioned while rattling the handcuffs attached to him. Dean pulled a key from his pocket and quickly freed his younger brother.

“We'll talk about this later.” Dean said before swiftly getting out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Andy L.

Published: Apr 14, 2024

It has now been just little under a week since the publication of the long anticipated NHS independent review of gender identity services for children and young people, the Cass Review.

The review recommends sweeping changes to child services in the NHS, not least the abandonment of what is known as the “affirmation model” and the associated use of puberty blockers and, later, cross-sex hormones. The evidence base could not support the use of such drastic treatments, and this approach was failing to address the complexities of health problems in such children.

Many trans advocacy groups appear to be cautiously welcoming these recommendations. However, there are many who are not and have quickly tried to condemn the review. Within almost hours, “press releases“, tweets and commentaries tried to rubbish the report and included statements that were simply not true. An angry letter from many “academics”, including Andrew Wakefield, has been published. These myths have been subsequently spreading like wildfire.

Here I wish to tackle some of those myths and misrepresentations.

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Myth 1: 98% of all studies in this area were ignored

Fact

A comprehensive search was performed for all studies addressing the clinical questions under investigation, and over 100 were discovered. All these studies were evaluated for their quality and risk of bias. Only 2% of the studies met the criteria for the highest quality rating, but all high and medium quality (50%+) studies were further analysed to synthesise overall conclusions.

Explanation

The Cass Review aimed to base its recommendations on the comprehensive body of evidence available. While individual studies may demonstrate positive outcomes for the use of puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones in children, the quality of these studies may vary. Therefore, the review sought to assess not only the findings of each study but also the reliability of those findings.

Studies exhibit variability in quality. Quality impacts the reliability of any conclusions that can be drawn. Some may have small sample sizes, while others may involve cohorts that differ from the target patient population. For instance, if a study primarily involves men in their 30s, their experiences may differ significantly from those of teenage girls, who constitute the a primary patient group of interest. Numerous factors can contribute to poor study quality.

Bias is also a big factor. Many people view claims of a biased study as meaning the researchers had ideological or predetermined goals and so might misrepresent their work. That may be true. But that is not what bias means when we evaluate medical trials.

In this case we are interested in statistical bias. This is where the numbers can mislead us in some way. For example, if your study started with lots of patients but many dropped out then statistical bias may creep in as your drop-outs might be the ones with the worst experiences. Your study patients are not on average like all the possible patients.

If then we want to look at a lot papers to find out if a treatment works, we want to be sure that we pay much more attention to those papers that look like they may have less risk of bias or quality issues. The poor quality papers may have positive results that are due to poor study design or execution and not because the treatment works.

The Cass Review team commissioned researchers at York University to search for all relevant papers on childhood use of puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones for treating “gender dysphoria”. The researchers then graded each paper by established methods to determine quality, and then disregarded all low quality papers to help ensure they did not mislead.

The Review states,

The systematic review on interventions to suppress puberty (Taylor et al: Puberty suppression) provides an update to the NICE review (2020a). It identified 50 studies looking at different aspects of gender-related, psychosocial, physiological and cognitive outcomes of puberty suppression. Quality was assessed on a standardised scale. There was one high quality study, 25 moderate quality studies and 24 low quality studies. The low quality studies were excluded from the synthesis of results.

As can be seen, the conclusions that were based on the synthesis of studies only rejected 24 out of 50 studies – less than half. The myth has arisen that the synthesis only included the one high quality study. That is simply untrue.

There were two such literature reviews: the other was for cross-sex hormones. This study found 19 out of 53 studies were low quality and so were not used in synthesis. Only one study was classed as high quality – the rest medium quality and so were used in the analysis.

12 cohort, 9 cross-sectional and 32 pre–post studies were included (n=53). One cohort study was high-quality. Other studies were moderate (n=33) and low-quality (n=19). Synthesis of high and moderate-quality studies showed consistent evidence demonstrating induction of puberty, although with varying feminising/masculinising effects. There was limited evidence regarding gender dysphoria, body satisfaction, psychosocial and cognitive outcomes, and fertility.

Again, it is myth that 98% of studies were discarded. The truth is that over a hundred studies were read and appraised. About half of them were graded to be of too poor quality to reliably include in a synthesis of all the evidence. if you include low quality evidence, your over-all conclusions can be at risk from results that are very unreliable. As they say – GIGO – Garbage In Garbage Out.

Nonetheless, despite analysing the higher quality studies, there was no clear evidence that emerged that puberty blockers and cross-sex hormones were safe and effective. The BMJ editorial summed this up perfectly,

One emerging criticism of the Cass review is that it set the methodological bar too high for research to be included in its analysis and discarded too many studies on the basis of quality. In fact, the reality is different: studies in gender medicine fall woefully short in terms of methodological rigour; the methodological bar for gender medicine studies was set too low, generating research findings that are therefore hard to interpret. The methodological quality of research matters because a drug efficacy study in humans with an inappropriate or no control group is a potential breach of research ethics. Offering treatments without an adequate understanding of benefits and harms is unethical. All of this matters even more when the treatments are not trivial; puberty blockers and hormone therapies are major, life altering interventions. Yet this inconclusive and unacceptable evidence base was used to inform influential clinical guidelines, such as those of the World Professional Association for Transgender Health (WPATH), which themselves were cascaded into the development of subsequent guidelines internationally.

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Myth 2: Cass recommended no Trans Healthcare for Under 25s

Fact

The Cass Review does not contain any recommendation or suggestion advocating for the withholding of transgender healthcare until the age of 25, nor does it propose a prohibition on individuals transitioning.

Explanation

This myth appears to be a misreading of one of the recommendations.

The Cass Review expressed concerns regarding the necessity for children to transition to adult service provision at the age of 18, a critical phase in their development and potential treatment. Children were deemed particularly vulnerable during this period, facing potential discontinuity of care as they transitioned to other clinics and care providers. Furthermore, the transition made follow-up of patients more challenging.

Cass then says,

Taking account of all the above issues, a follow-through service continuing up to age 25 would remove the need for transition at this vulnerable time and benefit both this younger population and the adult population. This will have the added benefit in the longer-term of also increasing the capacity of adult provision across the country as more gender services are established.

Cass want to set up continuity of service provision by ensure they remain within the same clinical setting and with the same care providers until they are 25. This says nothing about withdrawing any form of treatment that may be appropriate in the adult care pathway. Cass is explicit in saying her report is making no recommendations as to what that care should look like for over 18s.

It looks the myth has arisen from a bizarre misreading of the phrase “remove the need for transition”. Activists appear to think this means that there should be no “gender transition” whereas it is obvious this is referring to “care transition”.

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Myth 3: Cass is demanding only Double Blind Randomised Controlled Trials be used as evidence in “Trans Healthcare”

Fact

While it is acknowledged that conducting double-blind randomized controlled trials (DBRCT) for puberty blockers in children would present significant ethical and practical challenges, the Cass Review does not advocate solely for the use of DBRCT trials in making treatment recommendations, nor does it mandate that future trials adhere strictly to such protocols. Rather, the review extensively discusses the necessity for appropriate trial designs that are both ethical and practical, emphasizing the importance of maintaining high methodological quality.

Explanation

Cass goes into great detail explaining the nature of clinical evidence and how that can vary in quality depending on the trial design and how it is implemented and analysed. She sets out why Double Blind Randomised Controlled Trials are the ‘gold standard’ as they minimise the risks of confounding factors misleading you and helping to understand cause and effect, for example. (See Explanatory Box 1 in the Report).

Doctors rely on evidence to guide treatment decisions, which can be discussed with patients to facilitate informed choices considering the known benefits and risks of proposed treatments.

Evidence can range from a doctor’s personal experience to more formal sources. For instance, a doctor may draw on their own extensive experience treating patients, known as ‘Expert Opinion.’ While valuable, this method isn’t foolproof, as historical inaccuracies in medical beliefs have shown.

Consulting other doctors’ experiences, especially if documented in published case reports, can offer additional insight. However, these reports have limitations, such as their inability to establish causality between treatment and outcome. For example, if a patient with a bad back improves after swimming, it’s uncertain whether swimming directly caused the improvement or if the back would have healed naturally.

Further up the hierarchy of clinical evidence are papers that examine cohorts of patients, typically involving multiple case studies with statistical analysis. While offering better evidence, they still have potential biases and limitations.

This illustrates the ‘pyramid of clinical evidence,’ which categorises different types of evidence based on their quality and reliability in informing treatment decisions

The above diagram is published in the Cass Review as part of Explanatory Box 1.

We can see from the report and papers that Cass did not insist that only randomised controlled trials were used to assess the evidence. The York team that conducted the analyses chose a method to asses the quality of studies called the Newcastle Ottawa Scale. This is a method best suited for non RCT trials. Cass has selected an assessment method best suited for the nature of the available evidence rather than taken a dogmatic approach on the need for DBRCTs. The results of this method were discussed about countering Myth 1.

Explainer on the Newcastle Ottawa Scale

The Newcastle-Ottawa Scale (NOS) is a tool designed to assess the quality of non-randomized studies, particularly observational studies such as cohort and case-control studies. It provides a structured method for evaluating the risk of bias in these types of studies and has become widely used in systematic reviews and meta-analyses.

The NOS consists of a set of criteria grouped into three main categories: selection of study groups, comparability of groups, and ascertainment of either the exposure or outcome of interest. Each category contains several items, and each item is scored based on predefined criteria. The total score indicates the overall quality of the study, with higher scores indicating lower risk of bias.

This scale is best applied when conducting systematic reviews or meta-analyses that include non-randomized studies. By using the NOS, researchers can objectively assess the quality of each study included in their review, allowing them to weigh the evidence appropriately and draw more reliable conclusions.

One of the strengths of the NOS is its flexibility and simplicity. It provides a standardized framework for evaluating study quality, yet it can be adapted to different study designs and research questions. Additionally, the NOS emphasizes key methodological aspects that are crucial for reducing bias in observational studies, such as appropriate selection of study participants and controlling for confounding factors.

Another advantage of the NOS is its widespread use and acceptance in the research community. Many systematic reviews and meta-analyses rely on the NOS to assess the quality of included studies, making it easier for researchers to compare and interpret findings across different studies.

As for future studies, Cass makes no demand only DBRCTs are conducted. What is highlighted is at the very least that service providers build a research capacity to fill in the evidence gaps.

The national infrastructure should be put in place to manage data collection and audit and this should be used to drive continuous quality improvement and research in an active learning environment.

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Myth 4: There were less than 10 detransitioners out of 3499 patients in the Cass study.

Fact

Cass was unable to determine the detransition rate. Although the GIDS audit study recorded fewer than 10 detransitioners, clinics declined to provide information to the review that would have enabled linking a child’s treatment to their adult outcome. The low recorded rates must be due in part to insufficient data availability.

Explanation

Cass says, “The percentage of people treated with hormones who subsequently detransition remains unknown due to the lack of long-term follow-up studies, although there is suggestion that numbers are increasing.”

The reported number are going to be low for a number of reasons, as Cass describes:

Estimates of the percentage of individuals who embark on a medical pathway and subsequently have regrets or detransition are hard to determine from GDC clinic data alone. There are several reasons for this:

Damningly, Cass describes the attempt by the review to establish “data linkage’ between records at the childhood gender clinics and adult services to look at longer term detransition and the clinics refused to cooperate with the Independent Review. The report notes the “…attempts to improve the evidence base have been thwarted by a lack of cooperation from the adult gender services”.

We know from other analyses of the data on detransitioning that the quality of data is exceptionally poor and the actual rates of detransition and regret are unknown. This is especially worrying when older data, such as reported in WPATH 7, suggest natural rates of decrease in dysphoria without treatment are very high.

Gender dysphoria during childhood does not inevitably continue into adulthood. Rather, in follow-up studies of prepubertal children (mainly boys) who were referred to clinics for assessment of gender dysphoria, the dysphoria persisted into adulthood for only 6–23% of children.

This suggests that active affirmative treatment may be locking in a trans identity into the majority of children who would otherwise desist with trans ideation and live unmedicated lives.

I shall add more myths as they become spread.

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It's not so much "myths and misconceptions" as deliberate misinformation. Genderists are scrambling to prop up their faith-based beliefs the same way homeopaths do. Both are fraudulent.

[muffinsin]

Perchance-

How do you think the dimi sisters would navigate having an s/o date all of them? Like- a polycule not cheating obvi

Like- I feel like bela would come up with a rigorous schedule but cass and Dani would be jealous as fuck whenever it’s someone else’s day? They would never have sex with their s/o together obvi but I feel like they would try to make each other jealous by rubbing their scent off on the s/o right before they went to another sister? Idk I want them all so bad it kills me- fluff and maybe smut?

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This is interesting! I’m surprised I’ve never had a dynamic like this in a request👀🙌

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlists

It’s originally Daniela that discovers you along the staff. And, unsurprisingly, she takes an immediate interest towards you

Your relationship with her starts very soon and fast

Within the first day of seeing her, she asks you out and unintentionally lets on: the poor thing is desperately looking for romance

With this useful piece of information, you easily woo her during your first date in the opera hall

With her hand clasped in yours, both of you move to the light music. You tell her, she looks beautiful in the dress she has put on

To this day you often lay it out for her, but truly? You think your girlfriend looks good in anything you give her at all. Or nothing, for that matter

You bring her a bouquet of beautiful flowers from the gardens, and even dedicate a small poem to her

Daniela still swoons when she thinks of it all

You treat her like a princess, and she can’t get enough of it. Each day you remind her what she means to you, and each day you are reminded of what you mean to her multiple times a day

However, even with your quickly developing relationship, you catch another sister’s eye: Cassandra

You’re completely caught off guard when she corners you one day and flirts boldly

And while you are certainly not unaware of your growing attraction to Cassandra, you shoot her down in an instant

You’re with her sister! Shouldn’t that be enough?

You like Daniela. A lot. You just can’t help but feel so curious about Cassandra, and Bela for that matter, too

At first, it makes you feel incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. Could you really tell Daniela you fancy her sisters as well as her?

Could you ask of her to share you between them?

You yearn to do so

One day, it all seems to spill over and you confess your thoughts

Daniela is- hurt- at first. Isn’t she good enough? Why do you want her sisters too? Are you like the last lovers she’s had, who, despite being with her, truly only wanted one of her sisters?

No. She realizes, you want her too

You…want all three of them?

Truly, she has never been good at sharing

Still, as you reassure her you love her, and want to be with her too, she begins to develop an open mind as it comes to the idea of sharing you between her sisters

It’s certainly not uncommon for the three to share someone. Still, these are usually pets. Meaningless flings, little servants made to pleasure one of them whenever they felt like it. You’re different

She’s a little scared you will leave her behind for her sisters, or “realize they are better”, according to her

You spend every day showing her how much she means to you, even as Cassandra comes around

She is the first to add to the relationship

The three of you decide; you are to be shared between both. Sometimes you get time with one sister, at other times with the other sister

In the beginning, any type of marking is strictly forbidden. It only leads to whines and tears, growls and poutines when a sister finds you have been marked by the other

Alas, the three of you manage. While jealous, sharing often works out

As such, you’re all Daniela’s when Cassandra is busy hunting or “playing” with maidens

And you belong to Cassandra as Daniela is out hunting, reading, or napping throughout the day

You make sure to spend time with them both, reading, cuddling, kissing, staying in the bedroom, showing your love and appreciation, even hunting and watching Cassandra as she explains her weapons

And it all works. Not perfectly, yes, but certainly without all that much fuss

Then, however, the third sister very obviously catches your eye

From your relationship with both sisters, you have grown confident

You don’t even notice you’re practically ogling the eldest whenever she is near

Both sisters are incredibly jealous of this at first. How come Bela always gets a person’s attention?!

You remind them, they got it first, and it soothes them. You’re right. They were here first

Bela’s the last of the sisters that takes notice of you, yet wants to claim you immediately

As the eldest, she is all too used to getting things she wants. The first bite, namely

She is, however, not at all oblivious to Daniela’s scent all over you. She notices the subtle scent of Cassandra linger too, but shrugs it off for the moment. As far as she knows: you’re all Daniela’s lover, made known by the many public displays of affection

Now, Bela isn’t the type to steal partners from her sisters. Not intentionally anyway

In fact, when she notices your growing attraction to her while you’re with Daniela, she is furious!

How dare you treat her little sister this way!

At first she ignores your glances across the room, then returns them as glares. She knows, you’re with her sister. And she won’t stand for disloyalty!

However, then she is visited by both, you and Daniela, in her office

Her surprise only grows when Cassandra swarms in as well, standing on your right whereas Daniela is on your left. She growls quietly when you wrap your arm around Cassandra’s midsection

Aren’t you with Daniela? What have her younger sisters gotten themselves into?!

Her confusion is easily written all across her face, and as such, she only rolls her eyes when Daniela coos at her expression

It is explained, that you’re with both of them. Bela raises an eyebrow, and you’re quick to assure her: no, you aren’t taking advantage of her precious sisters

She doesn’t quite understand why you’re telling her this, though. Are the…three of you…worried she will kill you should she catch you with Cassandra without knowing you’re with her, too?

No, not quite

Bela’s face heats up nearly instantly when you boldly reach forwards and cup her cheeks gently

She hears her sisters scoff and whine, as though demanding your attention back. Alas, it is set on her

Your eyes find her bright golden ones, and Bela feels her face only burning hotter when you stroke your thumb along her soft cheeks gently

She shivers when you voice your thoughts and admit your adoration and attraction to her

She gulps when she is asked to join what relationship you seem to have

And with your beautiful eyes staring into hers, she can’t help but agree. She’s had her eyes for you for so long, she can’t help but moan when you lean forwards a little more and push your lips against her plump ones

“Don’t get your lipstick all over them!”, comes Daniela’s immediate whines, whereas Cassandra sticks to mocking gagging

As such, your relationship with all three sisters blooms

The beginning is, rocky, to say at the least

Neither sister wants to share when it’s the time, truly, despite their agreement to share you between them

They all want their turns with you, and are reluctant to let go of you

Aside from this, all want to spend the nights with you

This leads to large cuddle piles most days, where you are all in someone’s bed- usually Bela’s, as it’s the largest. With two sisters at your sides and the other on top of you, you’re content to sleep

However, the bickering already starts in the morning, when all three insist, they want to join you in your bath

Of course, this doesn’t work, space wise. You know you cannot fit four people in a bathtub, no matter its size

As such, bickering begins of who gets to join you

Often, it ends up being Bela for the simple reason that she pulls back to sneak into the bathroom with you while her sisters bicker back and forth about who gets to join you

Quite early into Bela adding to the relationship, rules are established

Such as no snatching you when you’re having time with another sister

There is, of course, poor time management. All want you. None want to share

It’s settled- in most mornings you belong to Bela until breakfast. The other sleep in anyway, and while both would rather wake up to you by your side, they agree with only minor annoyance lacing their words

You usually get to be with whoever of your girlfriends isn’t busy

Often, Bela is occupied by her work. Sometimes, you decide to distract her

You’re a big fan of teasing her when she is meant to finish up the paperwork sitting on her desk

Even more so as you find out very fast: Bela is the most sensitive out of your girlfriends

She trembles beautifully for you and gasps at the smallest of touches you inflict on her

She is also the most jealous underneath the mask of maturity and tidiness, and is often irritated when you show up in her office reeking of her sisters and their scents

You often make your precious blonde feel better. Or at the very least add her scent to the mix

She moans beautifully for you when you easily push her over her desk and shivers easily when she hears you take off your clothing

You always take your time with her, and love to slowly pull her dress up her smooth legs and stroke, squeeze and kiss her thick, soft thighs

With her pushed on her back on her desk, your favorite way of treating your girlfriend is by eating her out

Bela grows incredibly at this. Her clit is the most sensitive part of her, and you’re often able to make her cum even without penetration. This can be particularly embarrassing to her, though the moment you lower yourself between her legs, all words slur or die on her tongue

She moans and whimpers loudly for you, so much so you often see it only fit to gag her

The last thing you need is someone walking in on you because of the loud noises you draw from her, after all. Still, you know, and always note with a coo, your precious Bela just can’t keep quiet no matter how hard she tries

You simply make her lose her composure

You make her cum on top of her desk often, though often enjoy kinkier uses of her as she works, too

Namely to visit her with an innocent-looking bag, then demand she stands and place a long, slightly curved toy on her chair

The blonde blushes hotly, the gorgeous woman now struggling not to squirm as she slides down on the dildo and you tuck her closer to the desk with a reminder to finish up her work

Occasionally, you like to check whether she still straddles it, and you’re never disappointed

Bela is such a good girl for you when she wants to be, after all

With Cassandra, there are harsh contrasts

You often find yourself the one dominated by her, snatched as you work with the only justification being that she’s here now and craves you

How could you deny her?

Her personal favorite is to tie you up and inflict pain and pleasure upon you

With a vibrator want taped to your thigh and your arms and legs tied as you stand, she stalks you like prey

You feel fear, and pleasure given to you by the toy. It works against your privates perfectly, and she knows it

It feels so good, you almost forget the pain she yearns to inflict on you

Almost

“Now scream for Mommy”, is her personal favorite, you believe

Often, it serves as your only warning before the pain follows

Usually, in the form of bites and knives, whips bruising your skin, or cruel slaps hitting your backside and striking your ass relentlessly

She draws all kinds of noises from you, and prides herself on it

Another thing she secretly enjoys, is to mark you entirely in those times

Restrained and often even gagged, you’re helpless to her lips and teeth dragging against your skin and digging in lightly

You’re covered from head to toe in her marks and scent, and it makes her feel lightheaded as though the vibrator was against her clit, and the whip hit her creamy, pale skin

At other times, it’s you marking Cassandra

While you like to opt for sweet movements with Bela, you know this sister requires a firmer hand

Cassandra loves nothing more than to let you fuck her like a mere slut

You usually need to break her into this role, and neither of you mind

In fact, she’s ecstatic when you force her down on her knees and fuck her face until she begs for you to allow her up again

Cassandra is incredibly flustered as it comes to submitting as a whole. Any act of dominance of yours has her get wet already, much to her humiliation

You, of course, love to take advantage of this. Especially when you merely grab her face and pull her in for a kiss, yet notice her thighs push together already

You like all things that really get her going as a submissive. Most of all, this is pain and humiliation

Both is brought together, sometimes, when you have her in a sweet, by far too sweet for her, dress as you drag ice cubes across her thighs

The poor thing is crying and squirming non-stop, cumming fast and hard with no end in sight

Her cheeks always flush bright pink when you have her wear a cute looking dress, certainly too girly and innocent for her tastes

Matching this with stockings and a little bow to her head, Cassandra feels right on edge

You never get tired of seeing the gagged brunette watch pitifully as you adjust her stockings and lift her skirt

You are both capable of taking such good care of one another ;)

Then, of course, you have Daniela

The sweetest, yet perhaps kinkiest of the three, as you’ve come to find out

While only sometimes, she too enjoys to control you from time to time and bring you pleasure

Here, she especially likes to tie you up at a chair or so, with your thighs apart and your clothing torn off you

She struggles with sharing you with her sisters and becomes incredibly jealous at their scents sticking to you

She does, however, love to “cleanse” you of them

With her head moving between your legs, she first ensures their scents are covered by your own again

She could work her mouth on you for hours, and almost always does

You’re just too cute wiggling and whining for her when you’re so sensitive already and cant even grab onto her to steady yourself

She savors your tastes each time, and likes to place her marks on your thighs or so. A little bit of pettiness, perhaps. Something for her sisters to see and get jealous over

She loves the thought. You’re all hers, in her mind, after all. As such she loves seeing her older two sisters get jealous whenever they see she’s claimed you

But that is hardly all

Aside from this, she greatly enjoys to tease you while she’s on top of you

You see stars when your seemingly innocent girlfriend easily ties you to the bedposts and straddles your naked body with hers

Soft skin drags along you as she moves, and you feel lightheaded when her lips and tongue returns to your overly sensitive privates

And Daniela? She’s absolutely soaked, just as she likes it

She doesn’t intend on taking care of it just yet, however. She’s very possessive and shameless. She wants her scent all over you

As such, she does just that

Only afterwards and judged by Bela and Cassandra’s disgusted grimaces and urges you please get a bath, do you realize what your not-so-innocent Daniela is doing

She’s grinding on you as she pleasures you, her wet pussy and warm body dragging along your front as she rolls her hips

You only feel the wetness, yet Daniela feels more and more aroused the more of her scent is rubbed off on you

As a submissive, things aren’t all that different

However, Daniela allows for some kinkier plays. Especially as she is the sister capable of being the quietest as you pleasure her

Often you draw little, quiet whimpers and mewls from her, which allow you to take her just about wherever you want

And Daniela loves it

She only giggles when you push her up against walls and reach underneath her lace panties already, her arms over your shoulders as you begin with her clit and two fingers

It doesn’t take a lot to have this one submit, yet you know Daniela can be a little bit of a brat sometimes

Namely, when she keeps snatching you from her sisters on purpose, or keeps putting obstacles in the way to ensure you have less time with them

You realize often: the poor thing is so lonely and pent up when you aren’t there to take care of her

With her arms and legs tied and a vibrating dildo buried inside her velvet core, you often ensure she is prevented from snatching you again

Instead, you shoot her a dirty grin and smirk when you return hours later, your precious brat squirming on the bed and begging for forgiveness after being forced through orgasm after orgasm

You know, even tied up Daniela can swarm out of her restraints at any time. The tears of overstimulation and her bright pink pussy tell you she stayed in place like a good girl

You trace your fingers alongside her trembling form, her perky breasts and little nipples on display for you

She groans and whimpers as you tug and spank them, the toy in her mercilessly bringing her pleasure

She’s utterly soaked for you, and you’re mildly surprised the thing hasn’t slipped out of her yet

Just when she believes you fill free her of this sweet torture, though, you merely lower yourself between her soft legs and lick broadly across her warm pussy

She’s trembling and moaning, her own arousal clinging to her and the sheets between her legs

Her eyes practically sparkle, despite her exhaustion, you reveal the strap/cock between your legs, and with a simple tug, the toy slips out of her with a wet sound

She is only granted a moment of peace before you thrust between her southern lips already until she’s lubricated you enough

With no issue at all, she takes you in and squirms beautifully when you begin thrusting right away

Her skin is flushed and warm, her thighs tremble and her pussy is soaked for you

With hard thrusts, you push her up on the bed, before your hands at the rope adorning her hips pull her downwards again

It seems, this is a perfect way to make your little songbird sing for you

“Will you take more hours, or have we learned our lesson, Daniela?”

She always assures you, yes! She has! She will behave! She will be good!

For a time being, the brat in her is fucked out, and you’re all too happy to reward the good girl squirming and clenching around you

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A paedophile who admitted sharing thousands of disturbing images of children, including newborn babies, co-authored a “coming out guide” championed by Scottish schools.

Andrew Easton, 39, was snared by cybercrime officers over internet chat logs with someone he believed to be a vulnerable 13-year-old he called “baby boy”. Easton, who was convicted at Aberdeen Sheriff Court last week, co-wrote the guide for charity LGBT Youth Scotland, which receives millions of pounds from the Scottish Government and local authorities.

LGBT Youth Scotland boast they have “trained” thousands of teachers over LGBT inclusivity. Schools, local authorities, the Care Inspectorate and government-run health and social care authorities made the guide available to children from the age of 13.

LGBT Youth Scotland attempted to distance themselves from Easton, who demanded to be called “daddy” and used secure messaging to send messages to his schoolboy victim, and photographs of his private parts.

Dr Mhairi Crawford, chief executive of LGBT Youth Scotland, said: “We were deeply troubled to learn of Mr Easton’s criminal actions. We condemn anyone that exploits or harms young people. He was a member of one of our youth groups until 2009, and during that time he, alongside other members of the group, contributed to a ‘coming out guide’, published in 2010.”

In one chat, Easton was reminded his “victim” was just 13 years old, but he continued exchanging photographs, urging “send more, baby boy!”.

Cybercrime officers discovered 32 video files, many of which were of the most serious category A and featuring children aged between four and eight years old, had been distributed to other paedophiles by Easton.

Despite the sexual images Easton was sharing with others being of the highest category, Sheriff Morag McLaughlin failed to jail him.

Easton, of Kennethmont, Huntly, is subject to a community payback order with supervision for three years and was ordered to carry out 200 hours of unpaid work. He will remain on the sex offenders register for three years.

Scottish Conservative MSP Meghan Gallacher said: “This is a deeply disturbing situation. It is long overdue that we audit just how much public money this organisation receives and seek assurances over what safeguarding assessments are in place.”.

The coming out guide which Easton contributed to states: “Transgender people are people whose gender identity – who they are internally or their ‘innate’ gender – is different to their physical body or the gender they were assigned at birth.”

The ideology has been dismissed by one of the UK’s most respected paediatricians, Dr Hilary Cass, whose recent report led to England and Scotland reversing decisions to prescribe gender-changing drugs to children.

Alba MSP Ash Regan said: “Serious questions must be asked about why Scottish children’s educational guidance is being shaped by unqualified lobby groups that not only overreach their published remit but operate without any apparent oversight.”

The Scottish Government said education authorities are responsible for ensuring visitors undergo disclosure checks and LGBT Youth Scotland’s safeguarding policy is an operational matter for the organisation. It said: “The Coming Out Guide, published in 2010, is not a Scottish Government publication. The Scottish Government cannot comment on individual criminal cases.”

[brucewaynehater101]

Grandpa Janet's maiden name, father of David Cain, Mary Grayson, and Janet I honestly hc that Drake is actually her maiden name and Jack took her name instead of the other way around because Janet's family had more of a history and let Jack somewhat avoid the nouveau riche label, was indeed a supporter of trans rights and he got into many bar fights as a younger man when he stepped between a lady and a dude who wouldn't take no for an answer. Grandpa Drake was of the belief that "no" was a full and complete sentence and one of his pet peeves was people trying to badger others into changing the "no" to a "yes". Grandpa Drake studied pharmaceutical chemistry and took Drake Industries into the medical field.

He met the future Grandma Drake in one of the bar fights. She was a ballerina and had the skill and strength to break a man's neck with a kick if she wanted. Normally she just broke legs or noses instead. She was her ballet troupe's mom friend and designated driver. She was also the sort of person who learned things just for the sake of learning them and after marriage her occupation was essentially professional student.

Shortly after Janet and Jack married, Grandma and Grandpa were abducted by an alien, a past lover of Grandma who had also fallen for Grandpa and this was the alien's way of trying to rekindle their relationship with Grandma while also trying to start a relationship with Grandpa. Maybe they're still alive somewhere in space. Possibly Tim will run into them if he and YJ have more space shenanigans.

The Respectful Womanizer Grandpa Drake AU!

That post was a bit ago, so I don't feel like scowering my page to look for it.

I hc Jack took Janet's name as well, regardless if that's factually accurate.

What I remember for the AU and important parts:

Tim's grandfather, Janet's father, was a womanizer. He loved woman. He thus fathered David Cain and Mary Grayson (which makes Tim, Dick, and Cass biological cousins).

Despite loving women, he did not badger them. In fact, that's one of the easiest and instant ways to get on his shit list (trying to force, coerce, or wear someone down for sex). He also loves all women and has had many relations with any consenting individual who identified as such near his age range.

He did face some social backlash and shit cause of the time period, but he was a rich, white man. He also didn't give a fuck what the others said and loved getting into fights (he got smarter about how he picked fights and how he aired out his grievances [more manipulative and subtle if he could]).

Grandma Drake met Grandpa Drake during a bar fight. Obviously, gramps had to ask the gorgeous lady (who could beat the shit out of many grown men in a row) out to at least dinner. Grandma, who saw gramps beating the shit out of disgusting guys and calling out their behavior, agrees.

Grandma and Grandpa Drake have an open relationship, and they are happy with it. They discussed healthy boundaries and how it affected their marriage (which they both agreed to for the legal and social benefits. They loved each other, but they didn't need to get married for their own personal relationship). For plot's sake, let's say Mary and David were born before the grandparents got married. Grandma Drake knew of this and supported Gramps being whatever role of parent both bio parents agreed to.

Janet was born shortly after they got married and was raised on their cunning nature to fight for what they believe in. She saw her father use Drake Industries for good and wanted to discover more about the beauty of humans (including how different cultures treat social statuses/roles [like gender, romance, relationships, attraction, etc.] and how people are free to be themselves).

The part where the grandparents get kidnapped by an alien who's interested in both of them and thus they are alive when Tim runs into them in space? Pure crack and I love it

[deancasbigbang]

Title: Searching for a Rainbow

Author: thefastestqueeralive

Artist: morla

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester/Eileen Leahy, Claire Novak/Kaia Niaves, Jody Mills/Donna Hanscum

Length: 20000

Warnings: No warnings applicable

Tags: Bar AU, Bartender Dean, Depressed Castiel, Dad Castiel, Hurt/comfort, Office sex

Posting Date: October 23, 2024

Summary: Dean Winchester runs a cosy pub in Lebanon, Kansas that welcomes any and every sort of patron. He’s good at his job, he knows he is, and Dean prides himself on how he’s built this bar from the ground up, turning it into the successful business it is. One that can support not only himself but enables him to send money back home to his father to aide in paying the bills. Castiel Novak, looking for a new place to drown his recent sorrows, stumbles in one night and catches the eye of the handsome and charming bartender. When the blonde barkeep won’t take no for an answer, Cass has no choice but to accept the offer of a shoulder to cry on, an audience of one to listen to his pity party. Dean discovers he never needed to fear how his family would react to news that could alter one’s perception of his character. He is presented with opportunities to grow and occasions to celebrate, but before he can fully enjoy himself, he has to accept his truth. He leans on friends before family while he struggles to come to terms with who he truly is, but after he succeeds, Dean is rewarded richly with happy days on the horizon. Castiel learns how to grieve, how to accept loss, how to open himself up to new possibilities and learn to share his life and his love. He is thrust into a life changing situation, one where he is suddenly a parental figure with no prior experience in the field, and worst of all he has to deal with teenage mood swings right off the bat—no cute gurgling and baby babble to soften the coming blows. Set in the perspective of the homely tavern, Rocky’s Bar, witness two grown men and their vast (and complicated) families support one another through good and bad, thick and thin.

Excerpt: “Got this great IPA from Austin—Cosmic Cowboy. You’re gonna love it.” Castiel hears the bartender say when he steps inside. The man listens to the conversation between barkeep and patron as he drips his way over to the bar, footsteps heavy. When he sits himself on the endmost red stained leather stool, the sodden length of his trench coat slaps wetly against the wooden legs of the seating. Castiel grimaces at the noise, heard only by himself beneath the hum of chatter in the public house. The bartender, who’d introduced himself as Dean a few nights back, focuses his attention on Castiel now. “Hey again! What can I getcha?” The man’s chirpy demeanour grates somewhat on Castiel, who silently nods toward the tap in front of him. He’s been coming to this same bar for the past week straight now, ordering the same on tap lager; coincidentally the very one Dean was just selling to his previous patron. Alcohol isn’t a healthy coping mechanism, Castiel knows. It’s just… He’s having a hard time as of late, and this seemed the least destructive way to deal with his problems—at least in the short run. It’s merely something he’s using to help him through some recent issues and then he’ll go back to being a very casual drinker. In his defence, it’s not like he’s getting completely and utterly shitfaced every night—just enough to feel lighter, to feel the weight leave his shoulders and allow him a deep enough sleep that he won’t have nightmares. Castiel doesn’t know how to deal with loss, how to cope with the newly gaping hole in his chest. A few beers a night seemed the easiest and cheapest solution to forgetting his sadness; he worries if Social Services found out he was attending therapy or counselling that they wouldn’t see him fit for the role of parental figure/guardian. A glass slides its way in front of the rain soaked man, snapping him from his musings. “Penny for your thoughts?” comes Dean’s perky voice once more.

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[oldmannapping]

HC Batfam sexualities. NSFW.

Note: I’m aging everyone up for this. Damian’s 17. Not gonna put a label on a 9 year old.

Bruce: Considers himself straight.

Considers any non-straight feelings or experiences he’s ever had as “interesting” and adds them to his personal file on himself.

Ardent believer in the Kinsey scale as a literal measurement tool and takes the test every 18 months to monitor any sexuality fluctuations so they aren’t an unknown variable that might impact his Batmanning.

Dick: Apologetically straight.

Aware of his huge LGBTQIA+ following as Nightwing (and to a lesser extent, as socialite Dick Grayson). Passionate supporter of LGBT+ rights and vocal patron of many charities and organisations.

Experimented thoroughly during his teen years and regrets some unfortunate paparazzi pictures taken during that time, as he worries that he was inadvertently queer-baiting with his public persona.

Loves love, loves to see it, accepts everyone. Oldest-child guilt for not being queer because he doesn’t want to disappoint anyone.

Told Bruce to stop making them all do the Kinsey scale because it’s creepy and invasive.

Jason: Doesn’t think about it.

Is pretty sure he’s straight, but has definitely had at least mild crushes on a few male figures in his life and in the media over the years. Has jerked off thinking about guys but never analysed it.

Sex isn’t his priority but he meets his needs when he has to, same as eating and sleeping.

Feels anger more than lust. Sees people as threats or targets more than sexual beings. Gets in his own head about the injustices of the world and doesn’t realise he has an unrelated boner.

Duke: Identifies as straight.

Has dated a trans girl, would be open to dating non-binary people, considers himself straight because he’s not into labels and considers trans women real women with no asterisks.

Romantic to his own detriment. Can come on too hard and fall too easily.

Can’t jerk off to someone he has a crush on in real life because he thinks it’s creepy.

Tim: Memorised every single sexuality definition and read seven books before settling on bisexual.

Thinks the Kinsey scale is outdated and irrelevant. Drafting a 350-question sexuality spectrum test for Bruce to use instead. Will recommend its implementation twice a year.

Forgets to think about sex until something minor triggers it and then he can’t focus on anything else. Obsessive.

Overthinks sexual encounters and is highly likely to read - and take the advice of - Cosmo sex tips. Bernard got him listening to Savage Love which was much more helpful for their relationship.

Steph: Has privately identified as queer for years but never bothered coming out.

Had some revelatory experiences with other women. Generally prefers men but her best orgasm was with a woman.

Owns an impressive and practical range of vibrators. Always packs one in her go-bag for missions, next to mace and her spare lockpick.

Is deeply glad she never slept with Tim because she thinks he’d overthink it and it would have been awkward, and made their friendship weird.

Damian: Thinks of himself as “currently straight”.

Likes to stand out for his skills and superior bloodline, not for his position outside mainstream social norms.

Doesn’t care about fitting in but doesn’t want to announce his sexuality in a crass way like Drake.

Is giving himself until he’s 21 to discover if he’s not straight. Refuses to engage with Dick or Bruce on “birds and the bees” talks. Put a sword through his tablet when Bruce sent him the Kinsey scale when he turned 16.

Cass: Lesbiconic. Steph coined the term and Cass loves it.

Lesbian. Never questioned it. It never mattered because her body was a weapon, not designed for pleasure.

Has three vibrators, two from Steph and one from Harper, that she hasn’t used yet but has inspected thoroughly.

Not interested in dating but will hook up with people so discretely that you won’t even realise she’s left the room.

Efficient at sex. Learning to not be overwhelmed by body language cues. Meditation is helping.

Alfred: Goes buck wild on cruises twice a year. Usually tells Bruce he’s visiting family in England.

Has seduced many married women away from their husbands, and charmed the husbands into shaking his hand afterwards.

Too powerful.

The world is lucky he prefers to remain in the shadows.

Considers labels a curious thing. Has primarily slept with women but would do what he had to for the mission.

Thinks Bruce and his Kinsey scale are adorably naive.

[bright-side20]

True Mates 🌸🗡️

"It means that he’s going ballistic in the way that only mates can when the other is threatened. It’s what happened then, and what’s happening now. You’re true mates—the way Fae are mates, in your bodies and souls. That’s what was different about your scent the other day. Your scents have merged. As they do between Fae mates."

The fact that Ruhn confirmed that Bryce and Hunt are true mates is based on how Hunt acts protective when Bryce is in danger!

_The Acting protective is one of the major hints of the mating bond, and that's how Sarah wrote the rescuing scene for Elain:

Azriel was the one who noticed Elain's absence.

He raged upon discovering she was lured by the Cauldron.

He didn't care that he might die while saving her.

He cradled her, even though he was severely injured.

He didn't care about his own injuries; instead, he wanted the chains off her.

In Silver flame the scene was mentioned many times which means it is important.

And because being protective is a major mate behavior, if Sarah wanted to hint at Az being Gwyn's mate, he would've reacted to Gwyn , just like Cass did when Nesta was taken to the blood rite. No, it doesn't matter that she's trained; being protective is a mate instinct, something he can't control, especially if she's in danger. Instead, Sarah wrote him trying to suppress his anger when he knew Elain and Nesta had a fight. His shadows wanted to attack Nesta when she hurt Elain. He didn't want her to be exposed to the danger of the dread troves, he made sure she's safe and wouldn't be kidnapped again.

As for the scent, the mating bond doesn't have a specific smell. It's just that after accepting the bond or choosing each other, as in the case of Bryce and Hunt, and then having sex, their scents merge, as Ruhn said, and as explained by Feyre when she returned to the Spring Court. They could smell Rhys's scent on her, they thought it would fade over time, it did not because it's the mating bond. So, Az being able to smell the mating bond in Lucien's presence is actually odd.

_Till now all mate like behaviors were shown between Az and Elain:

Being into each other, wanting to spend time with each other.

Discovering that she's a seer, described as a bridge between souls (which was supposed to be done by her mate).

Acting protective.

Having a high sexual attraction.

Az is an old Fae. He won't question the Cauldron, in which 'the world was born,' just because of 'lust.' I think he is aware that he has been experiencing mate-like behaviors towards Elain. After all the bond rejection mess, choosing each other, and the triumph of love, they might discover that they are ✨true mates✨.

People who compare them to Tamlin and Feyre, please, there are no similarities. Az won't keep Elain from helping the Night Court, from using her powers if she wants to. He gave her access to her seer power, he gave her his sacred dagger...

[casshasfangs]

Exclusively for Cantis Magazine, we spoke with The Band Cthulhu ahead of their new winter release album, Dog Days.

The newest member of the band, Dani Royce, hails from Liverpool. But she didn't grow up with the Hogwarts education of her band mates, explaining, "You could say I was homeschooled, but even that doesn't fit. I learned by living... I got to pick what my passions are and my family encouraged me to grow them."

Indeed, Dani's passion for music had her lending her talent as a bassist to gigs across Liverpool, where The Band Cthulhu discovered her. "We first heard Dani play at an indie venue, and we absolutely knew we wanted to play with her, then and there." When we remarked that joining the band was a lucky break for the Liverpool witch, guitarist and singer Cass replied, "Honestly, we're the lucky ones that she's joined us."

We haven't been given any demos of the new album. In fact, the band are proud to share that they too, will hear the first play through of the entire album with their closest fans, at an invite-only birthday soiree for Shosh Edelman, the band's keyboard and synth player.

"The tracks are all original," Shosh answered when asked about the album's unique sound, "No covers, it's all our own work. We've been able to work with some artists that we all really admire. But it's definitely a step up from our last album."

We can't let mention of Cthulhu's debut album go by without asking about the sudden announcement of the band's 'break' earlier this year. Rumours have swirled online for months about the cause of the end of the fledgling band- but the resounding argument from fans is that sex, drugs and rock and roll was the band's downfall.

"Obviously we wish that things didn't end the way they did last time. We were all really hurt, and nothing good was coming of it by the end. But we're coming back better, and more prepared. I think the fans are going to be really impressed." Said drummer Rhett Andersen.

In preparation of the album's release, The Band Cthulhu dropped a surprise music video, hitting 1.2 million views in the first hour. For a wix band, Cthulhu's online presence has been a defining factor of their rise to fame. Band members share 'vlogs' and 'tiktoks' of their day to day, inviting fans to have personal relationships with both the band, and each member of it. Indeed, Cthulhu's utilisation of technology, unabashed advocacy for Being rights, and mobilisation of fringe outsiders as a fanbase, marks a seismic shift in the wix music industry.

-Melinda Hopsworth

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last book read + last stethoscope used, part 28

The scope is a Littmann Master Cardiology in plum and the book is Being Ace: An Anthology of Queer, Trans, Femme, and Disabled Stories of Asexual Love and Connection edited by Madeline Dyer. Yes, that's a mouthful but what a joy it was to read an entire collection of short stories that I could relate to in some way or another! They were all noteworthy in some way but I'm going to highlight the ones I really enjoyed.

Across the Stars by Dawn Bowman: In this futuristic story set on a space colony, Freya has been reluctant to leave the safety of her home since her parents passed away. Most of her social interactions are with AI, until one day one of her robots malfunctions, forcing her out into the world to find a way to repair it, where she meets what seems to be a very personable AI named Zoey.

Give up the Ghost by Linsey Miller: Cass has an unusual and isolating job for a young person: she escorts grievers through an enchanted cemetery that allows them to communicate with their lost loved ones. What the survivors don't realize is that the boy she loved, Athy, is buried there as well, and her motivation for taking this post was to discover the identity of his murderer. But the real mystery is whether she can be satisfied to learn the truth and move on with her own life.

Smells Like Teen Virgin by S.E. Anderson: I didn't want to like this one--I don't like vampire stories and the title even made me cringe a bit, but it was so cleverly-written. Artemis comes from a long line of vampire slayers, and tradition dictates that she lose her virginity by age 18 or she becomes a danger to herself and her community by attracting an inordinate amount of monsters with her pungent "virgin blood." But Artemis is proudly asexual and doesn't wish to have sex even once, and sets out to prove that virginity is merely a social construct and her community's ideals outdated and inaccurate.

The Third Star by Roanna Sylver: Brenna, Leo, and Orion are the only survivors after their spaceship was attacked by Fenrir, a monstrous wolf thought to exist only in Norse mythology. They left behind family members when they boarded their escape pod--which is running dangerously low on oxygen. They're also involved in a queerplatonic relationship with each other that has become horribly strained because they are exhausted, scared, and struggling not to blame one another for their near-hopeless situation.

The Mermaid's Sister by Moniza Hossain: In this re-imagining of "The Little Mermaid," Phoebe discovers her idealistic sister Ariel made a Faustian deal with a sea witch and embarks on a journey to save her from humanity. A merman prince from another kingdom to whom she is betrothed insists on accompanying her, but she hasn't confessed to him or the rest of her family that she doesn't desire romance or marriage with anyone.

The Witch of Festa Falls by S. J. Taylor: In 18th century Norway, Birga is an outcast in her town because she has no romantic interest in anyone, but when young girls start wandering into the woods and go missing, it's Birga who's able to uncover the truth about their disappearances. She's also the only person who has a chance of avenging their deaths and preventing more without meeting the same fate.

[bat-besties]

Mia Dearden and Steph Brown Headcanons! 

I’d love for them to meet supporting the Birds of Prey! They would both be about 18 when this happens, so Steph’s new to Batgirl but has been Spoiler, and Mia has been Speedy for a year. 

They both want to have fun and prove themselves, and I think there might be a little competition between them and their mentors over their use to the team. 

Mia is better at long-range combat and undercover work; Steph is better at short-range combat and detective work. 

They both talk. A Lot. 

Steph is very talkative because she’s very extroverted and friendly; Mia is talkative but it’s more of a defence mechanism at first, she’s actually a bit shy. I think that at first Steph can’t work out why Mia gets more quiet as time goes on and worries she’s mad at her, before realising this is a Cass/Tim situation. That’s cool - Steph can manage her introverts. Mia then goes up to being very talkative again, but with quiet stretches between. She appreciates that Steph can match her energy whether it’s a long ramble, a rapid conversation, or just chilling in silence together.

Steph gives Mia tips on using her hooded cape for Maximum Dramatics and Mia shows Steph how to hang upside down (“You’re a bat, right?”)

Mia met Babs at the wedding and is intimidated by her. She was too shy to tell her she’s started hacking herself, but Steph would slip it into conversation and Babs would be excited! Meanwhile Steph is like “you need to STOP me talking to Dinah before I tell her something embarrassing” (and Mia does) 

They both idolise Huntress the most out of the Birds of Prey. Come on, she rocks purple, stands up to Batman and defied her criminal origins? She’s also a badass with a bow? They gush over her together. She is also the only person who can get them to shut up over the comms. 

They love the same teen music and commiserate over Harper and Ollie making fun of it when it is actually really fun and catchy! Mia and Steph fight scene where they take down Riddler to the tune of One Direction’s Best Song Ever. The Birds of Prey record the security footage for them. 

Steph prefers reading classics and Mia prefers YA, so they swap recommendations (Steph recommends Dracula and Mia We were Liars)

However they do discover they’re both Hunger Games fans. 

Mia is a straight-A student and Steph struggles more with academics, but Mia knows more than anyone that intelligence comes in a lot of forms and it’s hard to catch up after a difficult childhood/adolescence. Equally, just how impressive Mia’s academics are (SHE SKIPPED ALL OF MIDDLE SCHOOL) is something Steph can fully appreciate and hype the fuck up. 

Honestly being with someone else from a working class background is nice amongst all the billionaires. Oliver keeps telling Mia to read Marx when she talks about her childhood. Bruce once gave Steph $50 to buy a box of tampons. Yes she kept it.

They do realise that neither man really understands the crucial gap between Steph growing up on the poverty line [under US census definition] with parental neglect and Mia staving off homelessness through survival sex work. The girls are acutely aware that Mia came from a background like Steph’s but had to leave due to abuse, and that their situations could easily be reversed. They could have really nuanced conversations about gender and class. 

Steph makes a joke about being pressured to sexualise herself at 15 and Mia’s like SAME and tells a much more concerning joke and Steph completely cracks up. 

Mia: I’m glad you found that funny because it did make Connor almost cry.  

Steph: Oh yeah, you should meet Cass. Her sense of humour is so dark Signal couldn’t light it.

They’d bond over friendship with Tim! When Steph hears about how chill and accepting he was of Mia’s HIV diagnosis she’s not at all surprised because that’s Tim all over. She tells Mia how when she first met Tim he thought he got Steph pregnant with a kiss and was still reading feminist theory for the first time. That’s her boy! He listened. 

Mia worries that reaching out to Tim or the other Teen Titans would be weird since they haven’t reached out to her and maybe they won’t even really remember her- 

Steph tells her if she rocks up to the tower for a reason other than the world ending and with some snacks, they’ll talk about it for months after. (She knows because she did it). 

Steph offers to introduce Mia to Cass, Kara, Damian, and other heroes she’s teamed up with over the years. 

In turn, Mia realises Steph struggles to make friends at community college despite her friendliness and with Mia actually having friends at high school, she gives Steph tips for “getting close to people authentically when you can’t tell them about the vigilante thing”. We see in the comics how Mia has to work on making friends, so I feel like she could pass on advice to Steph who is more used to hanging around people enough that they become close and being super open. 

Mia tends to get more quiet and passive aggressive, Steph tends to yell and confront rather than letting things simmer. They would struggle to deal with this at first. For Mia, Steph yelling would remind her of Richard and make her feel Steph is trying to intimidate her. For Steph, Mia making mean comments would remind her of Bruce and make her feel that Mia thinks she’s better than Steph. 

However, I think they could communicate to work this out and deal with conflict without yelling and with direct communication. 

Mia makes Steph watch Powerpuff Girls and Steph makes Mia watch Gravity Falls. 

They also have a sleepover involving a ton of snacks and Project Runway

It’s nice to talk about casual things - like how Mia’s boyfriend cheated on her with Emma Watson, Steph and Tim tried to date in costume but not out of it, and how Mia has killed someone and Steph has tried multiple times. Normal teen stuff.  

They end up having some deep chats on stakeout: So how was the realising not all men are evil being deeply painful because it meant your father chose to be like that? 

Mia: Even though he proved he’d never hurt me, Ollie kind of set back my progress in trusting men when he cheated on Dinah. It just felt like even good men would betray women for sex. But he’s grown from that and they’re married now.

Steph: Yeah, Bruce set me back when he had a mafia alter ego and didn’t tell me, leading to my brutal death which he still blames me for to this day. 

Mia: GIRL

Look the two of them have to look after a young girl together and get her to a safe place and use her testimony/skill to take down whoever was hurting her so she's part of her own rescue. They just have to. 

One of them is a natural blonde and one dyes her hair. They know which is which but they’ll never tell.

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1. Put A Little Sugar On Top for a_posteriori [Fic - Treat, Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships:   Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Rose Wilson

Tags:   Jason Todd is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Jason Todd is Not a Batfamily Member, Jason Todd is Catlad | Straybut retired, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Civilian Jason Todd, Alternate Universe - College/University, Sugar Baby Jason Todd, at least he is considering it, College Student Jason Todd, Sex Cam Worker Jason Todd, Good Parent Selina Kyle, Mentioned Selina Kyle, Jason is adopted by Selina Kyle, Mentioned Slade Wilson, Dancer Jason Todd, Genderfluid Jason Todd, Mentioned Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne - Freeform

Summary:   Down and out, Jason feels like his grades might start to slip because of all the side hustles he’s taken up to afford to go to Uni. While working one night he finds a potential solution in an unlikely place.

2. Dipped Into for a_posteriori  [Fic - Treat, Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships:   Dick Grayson/Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Slade Wilson, Jason Todd/Rose Wilson, Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Slade Wilson, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Artemis of Bana-Mighdall & Jason Todd, Koriand'r & Jason Todd

Tags:   League of Assassins Jason Todd, All Caste Jason Todd, All-Blades (DCU), Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), Resurrected Jason Todd, Alternate Universe - Always a Different Sex, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Implied/Referenced Body Horror, Daddy Issues, Mommy Issues, Shameless Smut, Porn With Plot, Some Plot, Female Jason Todd, Dick Grayson Has Issues, Dick Grayson is Not Nightwing, Dick Grayson is Renegade, Dick Grayson as Slade Wilson's Apprentice, Rose Wilson is Ravager, Past Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Roy Harper is Arsenal, Jason Todd-centric, Jason Todd Does Not Return to Gotham City, Horny Jason Todd, Mentioned Ra's al Ghul, Mentioned Bruce Wayne

Summary:   With a dip into the most dangerous Lazarus Pit of them all, Jason has to come to terms with becoming Jay, a women with unbridled rage and horniness. Despite it all, Jay finds herself face to face with more to learn from Talia's endless parade of experts and a body that has demands greater than he'd ever tasted before his fateful fall. Or the one where Jay just wants to fuck everyone in sight.

3. Cassandra Cain discovers she has a twin brother in Gotham - Jason Todd for dragonpyre [Fic - Treat, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply]

Relationships:   Cassandra Cain & Jason Todd

Tags:  Found Family, Siblings, Twins

Summary:  Cassandra Cain discovers she has a twin brother in Gotham and leaves to find him. The two are instantly inseparable. Bruce and Dick just want to get these tiny murder babies off the street. Cass just wants to keep her only family safe. Cassandra Cain had a twin, how to tell Batman!

4. He's My Home for Nightwang [Fic - Treat, Explicit, Creator Chose Not To Warn]

Relationships:  Dick Grayson/Jason Todd

Tags:  Switching, Praise Kink, Barebacking, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Frottage, Love Confessions, Making Love

Summary: Jason's thoughts in the privacy of his own mind. Forever. Soulmates. Fated lovers. Home. The last is how it feels. It’s not something so huge that he cannot escape it – because he doesn't want to escape this – but it's significant enough that he feels calm, easy, and relaxed.

[cozycoffeereads]

These Silent Woods by Kimi Cunningham Grant: In this suspense novel, Cooper and his young daughter Finch have been living an isolated life in the Appalachians for eight years, haunted by the ghosts of their past.

Dead Silence by S.A. Barne: In this novel, a spaceship crew boards a luxury spaceship that was reported lost 20 years ago, only to find the nightmare hasn’t ended. Goodreads describes this book as “Titanic meets The Shining,” and I feel like that’s enough to convince anyone to read this.

Adams 101 series: Adams 101 is a collection of 42 books that are a beginner’s guide to a variety of topics such as psychology, genetics, history, philosophy, etc.

1984 by George Orwell: A classic dystopian novel that follows Winston Smith, who works for the Ministry of Truth and is starting to question the system he works for.

The Kind Worth Killing by Peter Swanson: Ted Severson meets Lily Kintner on a long flight to Boston and has an instant connection. While drinking, Ted confesses his marriage is failing and his wife is cheating. Ted jokes about killing his wife for what she’s done, and Lily makes an offer to help. Back in Boston, their twisted bond intensifies as they plot the death of his wife, but Lily is keeping some secrets.

Mary Jane by Jessica Anya Blau: A coming-of-age novel in 1970’s Baltimore that follows 14-year-old Mary Jane. She comes from a strict household where she cooks, cleans, goes to church, reads, and listens to Broadway show tunes with her family. During the summer, she takes a job as a nanny for a psychiatrist who is helping a rock star get clean. While working for the family, Mary Jane’s horizons are broadened and is thrown into a world of sex, drugs, and rock n’ roll.

The Selection by Kiera Cass: In this novel, 35 girls are given the chance to leave their hardships behind and compete to become the wife of Prince Maxon. America Singer is chosen, but she is reluctant to go because she just wants to be with her secret love, Aspen. Everything changes when she meets Prince Maxon. This is a series, and all the books are on Kindle Unlimited.

My Dark Vanessa by Kate Elizabeth Russell: As allegations are made against the teacher Vanessa was involved with when she was 15, she is struggling to accept that she was sexually abused. Check trigger warnings before reading.

The City of Brass by S.A. Chakraborty: My absolute favorite series. Nahri is a con woman in 18th-century Egypt who doesn’t believe in magic. When she accidentally summons a djinn during a fake ceremony, she is swept away into a magical world where she is forced to face the reality that magic is real.

The Stationery Shop by Marjan Kamali: The night before Roya and Bahman’s marriage, chaos ensues as a coup d’etat takes place. Roya searches everywhere for Bahman but didn’t find him. 60 years have passed and Roya has finally found Bahman and can ask the questions that have weighed heavy on her heart.

Every Last Secret A.R. Torre: I love a good domestic thriller. Cat Winthorpe has it all. The perfect husband, a big home, and popularity. Everything was going as planned until a new couple moves next door and shakes things up. Neena Ryder isn’t like Cat. She’s rough around the edges, her husband could use work, and she itching to move up the ladder. As Cat and Neena become friends, Neena’s jealousy grows and she becomes fixated on Cat’s husband, William. She sees William as a way to get the life she wants and soon becomes obsessed.

Everything I know About Love by Dolly Alderton: A memoir about everything that encompasses growing up and navigating your 20s

Winter World by A.G. Riddle: The world is experiencing an Ice Age and humanity is facing extinction. Scientists, scrambling to find answers, discover an object near the Sun. NASA sends scientists to make contact with it. What is it? Is it causing the ice age? This whole series is on Kindle Unlimited.

The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Lewis Stevenson: This gothic novella takes place in London and follows the main protagonist named Gabriel John Utterson who is trying to figure out the strange relationship between his friend Dr. Henry Jekyll and Mr. Edward Hyde.

Rock Paper Scissors by Alice Feeney: Married couple Amelia and Adam win a weekend trip to Scotland and decide to go as a last-ditch effort to save their marriage. They didn’t win this trip though, it was planned. Someone is lying.

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I got a Kindle for Christmas, ya'll, and I freakin loooove it. I read this one on the Kindle because I hadn't decided yet if I actually wanted to physical own this series. We're running out of room in bookshelf.

Overall: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Characters: ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Plot: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

The people were right… the series really does pick up with this one. So does the… spiciness.. If that’s your thing. Spoiler ya’ll: it’s not my thing. But I managed.

We’re back in the Spring Court because Feyre has saved all the faeries from the curse and Amarantha, as well as her “love” (right…?). Well, Feyre is miserable. She’s clearly suffering from PTSD from her time Under the Mountain. And rightfully so. Tamlin is responding by… not responding. This is one of the points where people start to hate Tamlin. Feyre makes excuses for him because he went through a lot too. But honestly, people. From Feyre’s POV in the first book, he kind of just… sat there?... and watched everyone else suffer? Obviously we don’t fully know that, and Tamlin had to watch his “love” suffer, which can be a lot on a person. But really, Tamlin? 

ANYWAYS. Feyre is silently suffering. Rhys is nowhere to be found, despite the bargain him and Feyre made. We meet a character named Ianthe and she’s basically walking sex-appeal; we all insistently envision Natalie Dormer right? What’s it about her anyways? She’s certainly, well, interesting. Something major happens for Feyre…. She’s silently panicking, BEGGING for help… BAM. Finally. Rhys. Rhys calls in their bargain and whisks Feyre to the Night Court. Which just sounds so beautiful and peaceful. Feyre, even though she begged for help, is very resistant. Rhys is being his cocky little self, we’re seeing more of the bond being laid down between these two, while he’s attempting to teach Feyre how to read (finally, girl). We go back and forth between Spring, where Feyre is instantly back to her miserable, PTSD self. She’s basically not allowed to do anything, but to remain inside the house and roam the yard a bit. She’s certainly not allowed to tap into whatever potential magic she might have. To Night, where Feyre is still struggling with her PTSD, but at least she’s being encouraged to grapple with it, encouraged to explore, and encouraged to discover her new abilities. During this time we meet the oh-so-lovely Morrigan. 

Another major event occurs where Feyre finally snaps. She completely breaks, and Mor is there to whisk her away. For good. Time in the Night Court is very lovely. For once we start to see Feyre bloom as a whole person, and we get to see her start to tap into her Fae magic, including the magic she inherited from each Court. We meet our beloved crew: Amren, a different type of creature, somewhat cold/wicked, but we love her; Cassian/Cass, Rhys’s fun-loving, general; Azriel/Az, Rhy’s spy, also called the shadowsinger; and Mor, of course, who sounds like Athena from Greek mythology, a beautiful warrior. Until BOOM. Well actually… We first learn of the threat while Feyre is still in Spring Court. But yes. There’s another, bigger threat: Amarantha’s boss - The King of Hybern. But in Night Court we learn much more of this threat and what it means for our characters and Prythian. 

We learn that the King of Hybern is searching out an immensely powerful object, and the crew decides it’ll be quicker, and more important, for them to find an object that can be used with/against this object. Their object is split in two: one part in Human Realm, one part in Fae Realm (specifically, Summer Court). So we do return to the Human Realm, and we see Feyre’s sisters again. They have their prejudices, but it’s also their sister, so they… warm up. Elain is sweet Elain. Nesta is cold Nesta. Their new estate will be grounds for alliance, thus a neutral ground. We learn that there is essentially a gang of human Queens that are meant to rule the Human Realm; they have the one half of the object being sought.

We visit Summer Court, also very lovely. We meet Tarquin, the High Lord of Summer. His cousins Cresseida and Varian. Feyre gets more in touch with her gifts from Summer Court. And the crew manage to swindle away the half of the object they’ve been searching for and away from Summer before they are caught (was their hope, anyways). Eventually the human Queen’s are willing to meet with our crew, but at first refuse them the other half of what they need. Eventually the Queen’s, well really just one them, give them the other half. Something vital has to be given before this happens though.

There’s also some other side stuff happening in between, such as Amren working on decoding the objects, Az being a spymaster, and Feyre training. This stuff is actually pretty important to further the storyline, I’m just trying so hard to not have these reviews so intense. I’m a work in progress. During this time Feyre learns something vital between her and Rhys: they are mates. I won’t go too deep here, I think it’s enough said for here, but there’s some to learn from the book. Feyre also learns what the Dawn Court gave her when she learns of this. There’s also a bit of a tiff that occurs because of this, but… meh. Not really necessary here.

When Hybern invades our beautiful, bustling city of Velaris in the Night Court (successfully thwarted by our crew), they all decide they must act now. On our way to Hybern we go. Yes, dark and dreary and all that stuff. They find the other object, but they were right in thinking that Hybern got it first; and attempt to use their, now combined object. But this time our crew is thwarted. The King of Hybern anticipated this. It’s a big showdown. Turns out Tamlin, Lucien, and Ianthe sold our crew out, as well as Feyre’s sister because they are dragged in by the Queen’s, who have shown up now as well. There’s a back and forth. And spoiler: Nesta and Elain do get affected by the object Hybern has… and now are Made… aka Nesta and Elain have become High Fae. 

Feyre manages to work her own magic by using her gifts from Day Court, while playing the part of someone who has had their memory warped. Another, very small, spoiler: this is an ability that Rhys has, so this becomes a good weapon for Feyre to use against Tamlin, seeing has he truly believes that Rhys has completely brainwashed Feyre (hence, the sell out… yes. He did all of it… for love). It works. And Feyre returns. With Tamlin. To Spring Court.

Obviously our little crew is v confused. And they’re mad at Rhys for “letting this happen”. Rhys reveals that there’s no reason why Feyre, of her own accord, can’t be his spy…. As she is the High Lady of the Night Court. Yes, in a private ceremony Feyre and Rhys get married and have her made as High Lady (which is another thing that Tamlin said would never happen for Feyre).

So basically.. If you can stick through ACOTAR, I think you’ll be fairly happy with this book. This one is more fun imo, and more dramatic. I think we get to see more fantasy on display with this one, if that’s your thing because it is mine. We also get to discover more of the world SJM is giving us, which I also love. I will say, though, I don’t think you can DNF the series at this point. I’m sure you could if you couldn’t finish the book itself, but I feel like if you finish this one, you’re gonna want to read the next one. ACOTAR finished in a way that didn’t leave much, unless you read the ‘In the next book’ portion. ACOMAF ends in a cliff-hanger, so if you want to hang onto the ride, then yes, I totally recommend.

Read on beautiful people. 📖🤘

Now this spot is for when I want to get a little more into my thoughts and feelings about the book, with the addition that there will more than likely be major spoilers. I realized some of the other reviews I wasn’t getting quite what I needed/wanted. And I’m still trying to be mindful for people who haven’t read these books, but I also wanted to have space for those who have read these books and are looking for more opinions!

So from the top… Feyre back in Spring Court. Going through Feyre’s PTSD episodes… I felt these were a bit lack luster. I’m not trying to minimize anything, but I guess I wish her time Under the Mountain had went into more detail. Maybe even excruciating detail. Under The Mountain was definitely wild, but I also wanted to feel more of Feyre’s moments after each trial, and I really did not think we got that. Thus, I felt sad for Feyre, but it just didn’t quite hit. BUT what did hit was Tamlin just there and not offering any type of help when the person he “loves” is clearly suffering. There’s no way in hell he doesn’t hear/feel Feyre get up, nearly every night to puke her guts out; and girlfriend has to be thrashing in the bed during her nightmares. 

Up until this point… and basically for this whole book, honestly… I don’t hate Tamlin. (Even after ACOWAR, I don’t hate Tamlin). I don’t hate him because SJM clearly put no effort into his character because she had something else geared up. Which is actually unfortunate because I do think if she devoted more time to this guy, the story would’ve been even better. First book, we should’ve been DOWN for Tamlin… we should’ve fallen for the idea of Tamlin and Feyre. They had nothing. There was no yearning for these two. I never even believed they were in love with each other, or even just the idea of each other. I never bought it. This book, there’s still no trying. Maybe starting to make him out to be the bad guy, but it felt like a very weak attempt. Like even his freak out moment in the library, and then leaving Feyre locked up in the manor. This was a major eye roll to me, but I wasn’t like… “OH MY GOD HE’S THE WORST”. Not saying his action were okay, but I still kinda saw where he was coming from. 

I’d say the only time I was actually like “oh come on douche-canoe” is when Tamlin said Feyre wouldn’t be honing her powers. Dude?? She’s gonna be more powerful than you and you don’t think you should consider it? Is it an ego thing?? And then when he said there’s no such thing as a High Lady, but this too, was more like an eye-roll. This just felt like small-minded thinking, ignorance; this one didn’t come off as egotistical or patriarchal, at least to me, it just seemed like something he couldn’t really wrap his mind around. Again, though, plenty of missed opportunities here to make Tamlin either more complex, or truly paint him as our villain, or at least a guy to actually despise. 

I found the wedding day to be a little lame, until Rhys shows up. I just feel like SJM does not try with the Spring Court. She saved all her cards for Night, and it’s just disappointing. Rhys epic arrival… certainly sounds epic. It sounds like it’s written for a big TV or movie moment, though. I feel like I should add something about Ianthe, but she’s just kinda there. She’s for the plot to move along in this book. She’s definitely sus when we meet her in Spring, and we find out why. She does suck as a being, though. 

Night Court… oh so beautiful and lovely, like I said. But I honestly don’t have a preference. We really see the most of Night Court vs. any others. But honestly… all the courts sound lovely. We get snippets of all but I believe Day Court in the next book. Feyre describes them as all very beautiful courts, and all the AI and fanart certainly makes them out to be this way. So I really don’t have a preference here. But our main posse lives in Night, so I mean… we gotta favor Night Court, right?

We do get to go to Summer Court for a bit, which is fun to see. We don’t get too much of Summer Court’s abilities, we see it more so from Feyre’s side I feel like. There’s actually a lot to Prythian that SJM is offering, and I don’t think we’re going to see enough of it. Which makes me sad and disappointed. I get it. There’s enough series, and I get exhausted with series too at times. But I also get frustrated with being so intrigued with a world, but then realize we only get to have snippets. I’m also not finished with the series, so we shall see. 

I l o v e getting to see Feyre start to play with the other powers she inherited from the other courts in this book. They’re on minor display, but I think that works considering she’s just realizing they are there. This stuff is why I really like this series. I’m all about seeing fantasy on display. Hence why I was not here for the smut. If that’s ya’ll’s thing… so be it. It’s definitely here in this book. 

I also want to go off a little bit about Feyre’s tantrum of Rhys not mentioning the mate bond between them. I really did not get any of this. In her POV, she feels like she had been lied to, but I feel like with more than half a brain you realize this isn’t the case? Homeboy was scared. That’s kind of a big deal. Sure, he probably could’ve mentioned it sooner, but I also feel like there would never be a great time to bring that up? It feels daunting. “This is your mate.” Rhys still wanted Feyre to have her own choice… and we learn you can still have a choice in the mating bond, but the mentality of it, ya know? 

Also side note: I’m tired of people complaining about how Rhys is allowing Feyre her space to make her own decisions and people are like “UH YEAH THAT’S THE NORMAL THING TO DO AND HE’S ‘GIVING’ THIS TO HER? AND SHE’S JUST SO GRATEFUL THAT HE ALWAYS ‘ALLOWS’ HER CHOICE?!” ya’ll. be so fucking for real right now. 

As for the Hybern show-down. This was pretty fun and epic. Sisters getting thrown in the Cauldron was v dramatic. And we learn this is where Ianthe betrays Feyre, because she claims that she thought this was what Feyre wanted, for her sisters to be Fae with her. But this is also the point where I went ‘so this is a story where the main character literally gets it all… are we gonna have any true heartbreak?’ Elain, so far, I could without being Fae. Of course Nesta. What Nesta does when becoming High Fae. I. Am. Here. For. It. (I am also here for Nesta’s ‘transformation’ aka ACOSF). 

I didn’t hate the King of Hybern. He’s just all pride. This is fine. He’s a good antagonist, maybe even just an okay one. He’s just brutal is all. But the human Queen’s… them I hate. So SJM did good with that one. Feyre’s spell-breaking and then acting was actually pretty good, I was pleasantly surprised with this bit of the action. And then learning she was High Lady actually did make me a bit giddy.

So yes.. I do agree that it picks up in this one, but this one isn’t my favorite. It comes second to ACOWAR for now as I haven’t finished ACOSF.

[makethatelevenrings]

(S)he Walks in Beauty // J. Todd x AFAB!reader

Requested? Yes!

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, body insecurity, cursing

Summary: The Gotham gossip rags decided to make you their target for the night. Jason has some things to say about that.

“I hate these things,” you grumbled as you tugged on the fabric of your outfit so it settled better over your hips. A soft grunt from beside you was the only response from your boyfriend, but his hand settled on your waist. You savored the warm, steady presence behind you and leaned into Jason as the two of you studied the crowd that was starting to enter the lavish ballroom. Bruce and Tim were off schmoozing it up with the folks around you, but you were hanging on the outskirts.

Dick was in the Batsuit for the night with Steph, Damian, and Cass patrolling with him. The family rotated through who attended galas to ensure that the city wasn’t left defenseless and their covers were still established. Jason was rarely put in the limelight at these events because there were always hundreds of questions about the “resurrected Wayne” and where he was all those years. Bruce and Alfred had concocted some story about amnesia and a Swiss medical facility, but journalists were always eager to discover more about the elusive Wayne.

Jason had one stipulation for attending these events. If he goes, you go. Three reasons. One, he was not going to face these vermin bastards by himself. Two, he didn’t like leaving you home alone in the East End all night when he was all the way in Bristol. Three, and he would never admit this out loud, there was some predatory feeling in him that was satisfied by the sight of you on his arm.

“Bruce promised that if we make it to midnight, he’ll get Steph to bring McFlurries back and will distract Alfred long enough so we can eat them.” A tight smile graced his face but you knew it wasn’t directed at you. His lips brushed against the crown of your head and you leaned back against his chest.

“Let’s just get this over with,” he grunted. The vultures were streaming further into the room and you were starting to feel a lot like roadkill that they were circling, intent on their next meal.

You made it an hour.

It was a risky outfit and you knew it when you put it on for tonight. The fabric clung tight in all the right places and the color was different than the normal muted colors you wore. Red. To anyone on the outside it looked like you were just wearing a daring flash of color. To Jason, it was a reminder.

The Red Hood had staked his claim long ago and his color draped your skin.

But it was flashy. Eye-catching. Able to be talked about. And boy, did they talk. It was as if every Gotham gossip column turned their sharp eyes on you and decided that you would be the gossip pinata for the night. Comments about your weight, hair, clothes, skin. Even comments about your nails. You took all the backhanded comments with a small smile and a polite jab in return, but every barb just dug deeper into your chest.

“I see you decided on the walking red flag,” one columnist cooed. “How do the Waynes feel knowing the prodigal son is dating Gotham’s new fashion faux pas?”

“I don’t know, Kelly, you tell me. But please be sure to spell faux pas correctly. I know grammar, spelling, and punctuation isn’t the strong suit of your journalism career.”

“It must be so hard being last year’s model.”

“Well, I hear the newer versions always have bugs and defects.”

“You’re a charity case, Y/N,” Kelly snapped.

“And your press credentials are stripped.” A cool voice came from behind you. She blanched at the sight of the person standing at your side and Tim offered her that shark-like grin that graced Red Robin’s face when he cracked a case. He reached over and neatly snapped the cord hanging from her neck off, holding up her press badge like it was a trophy.

“I would leave before security comes by. I would also leave the city. Maybe the state. I hear Oregon is lovely this time of year.” Your boyfriend’s little brother dropped her press badge into the trash can and looped his arm around yours. Tim steered you away from the press gaggle and towards the dark figure pressed against the wall. Jason was in the middle of lifting a glass to his lips but he paused when he saw the two of you approach.

“What’s wrong?” Jason stood up straighter, his eyes darkening as his sharp gaze darted around the room to find whatever threat was present.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” you muttered. “I was handling it.”

“Get out of here,” Tim ordered. “Before Brucie catches wind of what the press has been saying and he decides to make Jenna Greene cry again.”

“What has the press been saying?” Jason’s voice was tight and you pointedly looked away from his calculating stare. His rough, calloused hand enclosed around your wrist and he tugged you into his side.

“Go. I’ll distract them and come up with an excuse,” Tim urged.

“Thank you, Timmy,” Jason said. Tim squeezed the hand that rested on your shoulder and you nodded in thanks. Being away from the crowd, the stares, the comments…you could feel the shame creep up into your chest. So when Jason started to lead you out of the ballroom and towards the panel that would lead to the main portion of the manor. You slipped in before him and he shut the door after you, his hand settling on the small of your back.

Jason didn’t say anything as the two of you walked to the stairs, up to the second floor, passing the room that he refused to look into, and to the guest room that you two occupied anytime you stayed overnight at the manor. You quietly entered and crossed to the bathroom so you could start to wipe off your makeup. The bedroom was silent but you could guess what he was doing.

“Damnit,” Jason growled. He appeared in the doorway, his jacket off, cuffs rolled up to his elbows, and tie loose. He gripped his phone in one hand and ran the other through his hair. Messy curls stuck up at all angles as he thudded his forehead against the wall.

“It’s not as bad as it seems,” you said weakly. “I’ve heard it all before.”

His head raised so he could make eye contact with you in the mirror. You sighed and set down the makeup wipe in your hand. Jason leaned his head back against the wall and watched you.

“It’s just…that’s how the way things are, Jase. You learn to live with it.”

“Please tell me you don’t believe in the shit they’re saying,” he croaked. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t. That you were able to shut out the voices and let the words bounce off of some impenetrable armor you had built up, but you could never lie to Jason. From the moment you saw him, you knew that he would ruin you in the best way possible and seeing the look in his eye just now was enough to ensure that you couldn’t lie.

“I get it, y’know? It’s a bright color and it highlights some areas of my body that maybe don't need to be shown.”

A pained noise escaped him and he stepped forward, his chest pressing against your back as his hands wrapped around the edge of the sink. Jason pressed his face against the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply.

“That’s the biggest load of horseshit I’ve ever heard,” he whispered. His right hand came up to slide across your waist and he pressed you impossibly closer. You gasped and let your eyes fall shut as his lips ghosted over the skin of your jaw, neck, and shoulder.

“Jason,” you breathed. Slowly, methodically, as if you were a delicate package, his hands peeled away your clothes, leaving you in the lace underwear you had selected earlier that evening. You eyed your body with disdain as the words said tonight crept into your mind. Jason caught onto your train of thought quickly and he silenced the voices with a quick nip at your shoulder.

“I should go back down there and rip them apart,” he seethed. “Identities be damned.”

A shaky exhale escaped your lungs. The contrast of the pure rage in his voice with the delicate way his hands stroked down your heated flesh made your head spin. He looked directly at the mirror, his lust blown eyes meeting yours. You could feel him press against your ass and he grinned, sharp and dangerous.

“You can feel what you do to me,” he murmured. “Baby, seeing you in my color drove me up the fucking wall. God, your ass is perfect.”

He palmed your ass with one hand and lowered his head to suck a hickey onto your jaw. You mewled and thrust back against him, forcing a groan from his lungs. He rolled his hips and then grabbed your waist, spinning you around so you were facing him. Jason reached behind you and unlatched your bra, letting it fall to the ground to join your other clothes.

He kneeled down and settled his hands on your hips, gazing up at you in a mixture of adoration and lust. You slid one hand in his hair and brushed your thumb along his temple.

“She walks in beauty, like the night,” he murmured. “Of cloudless climes and starry skies.”

His teeth enclosed around the flesh above your breast and you gasped, hands coming up to cradle the back of his head as he added another mark to your skin. Like a painter with a canvas, Jason scattered hickeys across your chest and down your stomach.

“And all that’s best of dark and bright.” He mouthed the words along your stomach. “Meet in her aspect and her eyes.”

He bit down on the edge of your underwear and dragged it down the expanse of your legs until it pooled at your feet. Jason nudged at your knee and you leaned back against the sink and spread your legs, exposing your glistening cunt to him. He groaned and pressed his cheek against your inner thing, his hot breath washing over your pussy.

“Thus mellowed to that tender light, which heaven to gaudy day denies,” he whispered the last lines of the stanza and then his lips enclosed around your clit.

Jason Todd ate pussy like he was a dying man and this was his last meal. He was always a generous lover, but today felt like he was on a mission. All thoughts other than “oh god” and “fuck” fled your mind as he licked, sucked, and stroked your cunt. Your hips lifted up off the counter on their own accord and he followed without hesitation. Heavy gasps and pants escaped you as he buried a second finger in your slit and spread you apart. You could feel him moving inside of you. Every callous, ridge, and scrape of his well-manicured nails set your nerves on fire.

And then he pulled away, leaving you a soaking, whining mess.

Your juices stained his chin as he grinned up at you. Jason spun you back around so you were facing the mirror once more before he wrestled with his belt and shoved his pants down to his ankles. He grabbed his hard cock and pumped it twice before he bent you over and slid into you in one swift move.

A moan escaped you and he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up into the mirror and watch as he pulled his cock out and then slammed back into you. The sight of your cunt swallowing his dick was so fucking hot that you nearly came right there.

“See how well you take me?” Jason panted. “It’s like you were made for me. Made to take my cock.”

He punctuated his words with another roll of his hips and your jaw dropped open in a silent cry. Jason smirked, his broad chest heaving with every thrust.

“Seeing you come apart on my cock? Best fucking sight in the world. I should take you downstairs and show them all just how perfect you are. These tits. That ass. So fucking perfect.”

You clenched around him, your walls spasming as he continued his repeated thrusts. A keening whine left your throat, mingling with the sound of his balls slapping against your skin. Your body burned with the insatiable heat of your orgasm and sparks of pain and pleasure lit through you as his cockhead dragged against your inner walls again.

“Jase,” you gasped. “Jase, baby, it’s too much.”

“You can take it,” he grunted. He slid his hand down to rest against your swollen clit and he started to rub the bundle of nerves with an easy going vigor. Your head fell forward onto your forearms but his other hand wrapped around your neck and yanked your head up to watch the mirror once more.

“I’m not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not until I’ve fucked all those silly thoughts out of your head. Because you’re nothing less than perfect, baby, and I won’t let those fucking vultures down there make you think any other way.”

You woke up the next day with sore hips, an aching cunt, and a map of hickeys decorating your body. Jason was fast asleep next to you with the sheets pooling at his waist, his scarred torso exposed. Sometime between the third and fourth orgasm, he had moved you to the bed and fucked you so slowly and carefully, it had felt as though he was pulling you apart every time he pulled out and putting you back together with every thrust in.

Rolling onto your back, you traced a finger down the map of bruises that littered your torso. Your neck, breasts, stomach, and hips were all covered with Jason’s marks. You were examining a particularly dark bruise on the inside of your thigh when his strong arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Hi,” you whispered in greeting. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and then your nose, cheek, and finally lips.

“Hi,” he murmured. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”

“I do now,” you teased. A soft smile graced his face, the smile only you got to see, and he brushed his fingers lightly across your jaw.

“And smart and funny,” he added. “And unbelievably kind.” It was a secret between the two of you that the Red Hood sets aside some of his bounty from his crime syndicate that was used to help the kids of the Bowery. You had met the infamous Red Hood when you were buying food for a street kid. When a shootout forced you to take cover in the same alley as him, Jason made sure to keep you covered. An uneasy truce had bloomed between the two of you: the crime lord and the caretaker.

He paid for food, clothes, and anything you needed to help keep the kids safe. He made sure your shitty apartment had some security. He showed up on your fire escape with a bullet in his gut and landed in your bed. He wormed his way into your pants and then into your heart.

And by god, he was a sap.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You dropped a kiss to his shoulder, right above a scar that you knew to be from a knife, and pressed your face against his neck. Jason stroked a lazy hand up and down your back.

“How would you feel if all of Gotham’s gossip rag sites mysteriously went down last night and no one’s been able to fix the server?”

“Remind me to give Tim a hug later.”

“You’ll have to give Bruce and Babs one too. It was a joint operation.”

You snickered and traced random patterns against his chest. “What time is breakfast?”

“We have about an hour. Alfie’s making your favorite because he loves you more than all of us.”

You sat up and swung your leg over his waist so you were straddling him. “Good. That gives us the perfect amount of time to discuss your particular brand of self hatred.”

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“I love you for who you are” || Steven Grant x Reader

Summary: As you look for a new dress, you make Steven all hot for you. When you get home, you may discover just how horny he's become

Rating: explicit! (+18) 

Warnings: unprotected sex, Khonshu & Marc being slightly mean to Steven 🥺

Word count: circa 3500

Pairing: Steven Grant & Reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

You carefully examined the dresses that you chose. Finding the right one wasn't easy. Thus far, you have selected a few, but that's all. All you needed was a dress that would be suitable for warm weather. Fortunately, you weren't alone. Since you couldn't pick just one, you enlisted the help of your boyfriend who happened to be in the store with you at the time.

As most would describe Steven, he was an oddball, but you loved him just as much as he loved you. "Steven, I can't just pick one dress. I have an idea!"

He found himself hating shopping with you to the brim, not because you had difficulty making a decision, but because whenever you walked into yet another boutique or clothes store he felt like a lost puppy thrown into an unfamiliar environment. 

The dresses, jeans, and shirts you tried on were cute, but he became nervous whenever you said, "Babe, I think this isn't what I'm looking for. Let's check another store." And you made puppy eyes at him. It was a bold move on your part to make them on him, knowing full well he could not say no to you.

Following your call, Steven got up from the couch he was lucky enough to find near the checkout and approached you, holding six more paper bags filled with shoes and clothes you bought from previous stores. "What's the matter, dove?"

Your shoulders slumped as you stared at the dresses you were holding and explained, "Well, this one is cute, but I'm not sure about the back, and this one has such a lovely pattern, so soft, and the last one... Is pink, but has a very nice material..." You shook your head and smiled. "Maybe I should try them on and you can tell me which one is best."

Despite his perfect smile, Steven screamed on the inside: trying on clothes meant more waiting time. "Try them, dove."

You jumped up and kissed his cheek. "This is the last shop we will visit today." You promised and walked with him to the changing room area.

Even though you knew he didn't like shopping, he was still so sweet to join you. 

You walked into the changing room, and waved at him before pulling the curtain shut.

With a deep sigh escaping his lips, Steven put the bags on the marble floor and leaned his back against the wall, awaiting for you to show up again. "You know, Y/N, to me you look stunning in everything you wear."

"Thanks! But I want to be the most stunning woman for you!" 

The first dress was the cute one as you described it.

Walking out of the changing room, you smiled and turned around, improving your hair. "Look at it. What do you think about this one, love?”

You were examined from head to toe by his brown eyes. He loved the gown you tried on. Steven took a few steps and caught the dress' hem. "It's stunning. The color is appealing to me. The fabric is soft and has a nice structure."

As you touched the fabric, you agreed that it was soft and nice to touch. "It would be perfect for cuddling together."

Steven nodded his head eagerly. "I agree. Let's try another one."

You nodded and quickly retreated back into the changing room. After changing into the second dress, you admired the slightly see-through part for a moment longer in the changing room. You walked out, smoothing the lower part of the dress, presenting yourself to him.

Steven licked his lower lip in admiration of your new look. "It's beautiful, and I love the way you are dressed in pastels. The addition of the fishnet on top leaves a lot of room for speculation, if you know what I mean."

"It's not like you don't know what's under there, sweetie." You teased him, showing off your chest more. "I love it, and I think you do, too."

"This one is definitely the one we're buying. One has left. Try it on."

As you nodded, you walked back into the dressing room and examined the last dress. It was simple and pink. You got a mischievous idea while putting it on. "Steven, would you mind helping me?"

Steven looked at his watch; it was nearly 16:00 and he still hadn't eaten lunch. He sighed again and walked to the changing room, leaving the bags behind. "Yes?"

You grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him in, wrapping your arms around his neck instantly as soon as he was in the changing room with you. "Hello there."

Because he was taken aback by your sudden action, his smile was hesitant. "Hiya, babes."

You kissed him briefly and giggled. "This is the last dress I have for you to look at." And after these words you shifted aside like nothing had happened. "I don't think I like it."

"Why don't you?"

"The dress doesn't show enough. Look at how high I have to pull it in order for you to see my legs." You said lamentingly, pulling the hems of the material to fully reveal your legs to him.

Steven felt the burning on his clean-shaven cheeks, and gasped, "Oh... Oh, wow..". He whispered, looking at your thighs, "I'm a big fan of your legs, you know that, babes... Oh, wow, Gosh."

"So the dress is off so you can have a better look..." You shrugged and took it off, not caring that you were only in your underwear right in front of him.

As he watched your body, he cleared his throat and marveled at your curves. "Babes, you're so dishy."

"Thanks, love. I'll let you see more once we're back home. I would fucking love to have your cock buried deep in my pussy." You hummed, playing with the material of your panties. Shortly after you got closer to him and moved your arms up his chest.

He smiled hesitantly, blushing as he asked, "You wanted my help, I believe?"

"Nah, I just wanted you here, handsome, but I need one tiny thing from you." You nodded, pawing at his jeans jacket. "What about a kiss?

Then he leaned forward and kissed you, easily sliding his tongue past your lips.

In return, you hummed happily, letting him dominate the kiss. You patted his cheek after pulling away. "Go, go! I need to dress up so we can go home."

He tried to adjust himself subtly within his jeans as he became a little too excited seeing you undress as he left the changing room. He had no idea what was happening to him, but enjoyed the sensation nonetheless.

Before heading to checkout with him, you put away the dress you didn't want.

After paying, the two of you were on your way home. 

While holding Steven's hand, you smiled at him. "It was only a small chain yank but it turned out to be a lot more for you, luv. Apparently you got excited, huh?"

"A tad too much." He nodded his head as the two of you walked through London streets to your shared flat.

"We can take care of this when we return home." You assured him, kissing his cheek.

"It's not necessary..." Steven replied hesitantly.

Rolling your eyes, you walked with him until you reached the flat.

Once inside, you retrieved one of your bags, did not allow Steven to look inside, and hurried to the bathroom. A special item that you bought with the intent of using it one day ended up being useful sooner than you anticipated.

Having made sure that the front door was locked, Steven hung his jacket on a wooden hanger next to it. Taking your shopping bags to your shared bedroom, he went to the kitchen and loudly asked, "Do you want me to order some food?"

Leaning against a bookshelf, you said, "Maybe later, love." Your only clothing was a new set of emerald green lingerie with stockings and a pair of hills. "There are things to take care of for now."

"But I'm hungry... We skipped our lun..." He paused as he glanced at you over his shoulder.

Your body was perfectly shaped, toned yet curvy just where it needed to be, and your skin was smooth and tanned even after coming back from Egypt almost two months ago.

After a moment of silence, he whispered, "Y/N... Cor blimey, you're stunning..."

You moved closer to him and hummed, placing your hand on his shoulder. "Since I got you going in the changing room, I thought it'd be a good idea to finish it at home."

"Cor blimey, you're bloody hot today, innit!" Steven exclaimed, visibly satisfied with the sight. He placed rough hands on your hips, one of them slipping to your booty. "Maybe I shouldn't act like that back in the store but gurl, you're so hot it's nearly impossible to cool down by your side."

"Well, I do not want you to cool down. I'd love to see what you can do with me. I want you Steven, so badly." You almost whined, pawing at his shirt.

His eyes glistened with lust he tried to hide so much; unfortunately, the pressure and tension building within his abdomen once again that day made it impossible.

"C'mon, Steven. I know you want me. Don't hide it." You purred and pulled him into a deep kiss.

Steven cupped your cheeks in his hands and crushed his lips on yours, taking his time to kiss you deeply.

You hummed as you kissed him back, letting him completely dominate the kiss.

You wanted Steven to show you everything he could offer, since he was usually slow and soft. It's not that you were bored, but at the same time you knew he was capable of so much more.

Stephen slipped his fingers into your damp, lacy panties, sighing as he felt the wetness his fingers so desperately craved. While he kissed you hard, he breathed in your scent.

In a brief break, you sighed softly against his lips and kissed him again, placing your palms on his shoulders

The kisses he was offering you deepened as he rubbed your clit with two of his fingers, teasing your entrance by slipping one of them in just a little. Your lips trembled as he whispered, "So warm and wet. All mine."

"All yours." You assured with a soft nod, rolling your hips to get a bit more friction. "I cannot wait to feel you deep inside of me."

"I think we can do something about that."

His hand was out of your panties shortly after, and he picked you up easily, forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. You were in his arms as he sat you on the edge of the table, again crashing his lips against yours, humming in the kiss.

The excitement grew with every moment, and you couldn't wait to see what would happen next.

“Fuck.” Steven heard Marc chimed in mentally. “She'd gotten everyone's attention with that lingerie on.”

Steven ignored Marc's interruption completely and returned to rubbing your clit, this time through your lacy panties.

"Fuck, Steven." You gasped at his touch as your hands moved to his shirt, and your skilled fingers started to undo the buttons.

"Did I allow you to do that?"

"Oh Steven, please. I need to touch you!" You whined. 

“Don't let the girl take over the control so easily, just like I told you.” Marc reminded in mentally again.

“What if she wouldn't like it?” Steven replied within his mind while his eyes looked at your body hungrily.

“Trust me, she's going to love it.” Marc replied. “You're in control this time. You want her all hot for you? You want her eager like she has never been before? Do as we trained.”

"I think you need to work on that a little." Steven said, rubbing your clit faster, and then leaving you all hot as he proceeded to flop on the couch. "I'd like to see you dance and strip for me."

In shock, you pressed your legs together as you stared at him. Although you expected a lot from him, you never expected that much. Steven almost seemed unrecognizable to you, but you didn't mind. Before starting to dance, you got up from the table and walked a little closer.

Your moves demonstrated as much of your body as possible.

The pressure in the crotch of Steven's jeans forced him to adjust himself. He was still not satisfied, so he unbuckled his belt and opened his fly to take his cock out.

As you licked your lips, you watched him for a moment before returning to your dance.

The bra came first. You slipped it off quickly before throwing it to one side, playing with your boobs to make sure your chest was clearly on display. Then came your panties. You took them off while rolling your hips with your back facing him. Unlike the bra, you did not throw them on the side, you threw them at Steven. "Can my stockings stay, luv?"

The man smiled and nodded as he caught your panties. "You know how much I love it when you wear those, so please leave them on."

"Please leave them on?!" Asked Marc in Steven's head. "Man, you're the one in charge. You're not asking, you're demanding! What did I say to you?"

Khonshu added, "Idiot once, idiot forever."

Both voices started laughing.

Steven cleared his throat, rubbing his half-erected shaft slowly. "I want you to leave them on, babes."

Despite never being told to stop, you continued to dance. Since it was so exciting, you were eager to see what else he had prepared for you.

"Sit on my lap, please."

"Yeah. Ask her to make you some cocoa." Marc grunted. 

"Idiot, act like a man at least once or Marc will take over." Khonshu warned angrily.

Steven froze and raised his voice, looking up at you. "No! I mean, come to me, Y/N."

Although his little outburst freaked you out, you followed his instructions. You walked up to him with a smile on your face. "I like it when you're so bossy."

He smiled a little shyly. "You know, it's my first time being that way so I'm trying to do my best."

When you straddled his lap, he grunted, feeling your pussy grind against his cock. Steven attacked your breasts, kneading and wrapping his lips around your nipples, sucking and biting gently enough to not cause you pain.

His lips were so delightful to feel on you that you gasped. You moved your hands into his hair, rolling your hips against him with a soft moan escaping your lips. "And you do such a great job, my love. It feels amazing."

Steven said, referring to Marc and Khonshu, "I appreciate your concern and your suggestions, but I prefer to take the appropriate action on my own."

Khonshu who stood nearby, watching the scene, shouted angrily, "Look at that. Idiot's getting laid and he doesn't want any help from his friends."

Marc replied, "Sure, if you want to. Go get her, tiger."

"Did you just call that idiot a 'tiger'? He's only a kitten, to be more precise."

“Khonshu, let him have fun the way he wants. It's his life and his girl at stake." Marc added.

It was rare for Marc to stand by Steven's side, so Grant became truly grateful for Spector at that moment.

As you hummed loudly, you were enjoying the moment, but then it hit you. As you scowled, you grabbed him by the chin and forced him to look at you. You studied his face carefully.

As Steven blinked a few times, he tried to avoid your gaze; he always felt intimidated when you stared deeply into his eyes, as it felt like you could read his soul too easily. "What's up?"

With anger, you raised one of your eyebrows, trying to read his expression.

"Is this really Steven here, or am I being played by Marc now? Is it some kind of a plan to help Steven?"

A frown crept across Grant's face as he replied, "It's me, Steven Grant. Well, I asked him what could I do to make you happy with our sexual relationship... I heard you mentioned to one of your friends that you were getting bored in the bedroom, so I thought I would try something new for you..."

"First of all, it's rude to eavesdrop and second, it's really sweet that you wanted to do something like this for me. That's why I love you." Smiling, you pressed a kiss against his lips. "Since you asked for his help, could you show me what he recommended?"

"Dove, it's hard when you keep talking."

With a mischievous smile, you challenged him. "Make me stop talking then!"

After a moment, he touched your lips with his rough ones.

As you kissed him back, you wrapped your hand around his dick so you could stroke him.

Instantly, his eyes closed, and he rolled his head back; it was always like that; whenever he tried to get control, you touched him in the right places to turn him into a whining puppy. "Oh, so good!"

Playing with him, you stroked and squeezed his member while whispering sweet praises into his ear.

In response to your teasing, Steven couldn't help it any longer, so he pushed you off of himself, placed himself between your spread thighs, shifted apart with his knee, and slid his shaft into you. He rocked his hips back and forth steadily as he rested his forehead against the crook of your neck.

While whining his name, you wrapped your leg around his waist, keeping him as close as you could.

Moaning his name, you pulled his curls and played with them softly. Grabbing his palm, you moved it between your bodies to demonstrate that your clit needed a touch of attention as well.

Steve kissed the side of your neck, looking down at the point where your bodies were connected. After rubbing your clit for a second, he backed his hand, brought it up to his lips, and spat on his fingers; he then returned his fingers to your pussy where he rubbed small circles around your clitoris while fucking you slowly, deeply.

"Fuck!" You shouted through parted lips, and grabbed his shoulder tightly, feeling your climax approaching. "Just like that. You are doing a great job."

The pace he took was steady, but his thrusts were deep and penetrating.

As you continued to praise and kiss him, you made sure that he knew how pleased he was making you feel.

When he kissed you deeply, he suddenly pulled his cock out of you.

Suddenly startled, you glared up at him, gasping loudly. "Is there something wrong?"

His fingers tapped against your hip. "I want you to lie on your side."

Like a good girl, you turned to your side, following his wish.

One of your legs was picked up, and he shoved himself into your pussy from behind with a soft grunt.

You let out a moan as you gasped loudly. Your hands clutched tightly at whatever you could grab. It felt so much better with a new angle. Everything he had done up to this point was new to him and you loved it.

He took his time to fuck you, slowly, with steady pace, as his lips pressed against your neck and cheek, his hands kneading your breasts.

Within moments, his hips spasmed, he let out a soft moan and milked your core with his thick cum, grunting right into your ear.

It wasn't just him who reached his peak, you did as well. As you moved your hand back into his hair, you tried to catch your breath. "Steven... Fuck. That was something! Oh, wow."

Just wherever he could reach, he placed tender kisses on your nape, cheek, and side of the neck. "I love you."

"I love you too." 

The two of you moved into a more comfortable position to cuddle after taking a moment to rest.

"Steven?"

In the meantime, Steven improved his jeans and boxers, reaching for his shirt to cover you. "Hmm?"

You made him look at you by cupping his cheek. "The surprise was pleasant, but you don't need to change to make me happy, luv. I love you for who you are and I want you to be yourself." Then you kissed him softly on the lips. "Besides, other guys know shit about women. Especially Khonshu."

"Khonshu is the God... He knows... Things. But don't worry, I won't change. I like who I am."

You laughed and nuzzled him as you joked, "Not even an Egyptian god could understand women."

"But... Did I make you feel good?"

Your arms wrapped around him as you assured him, "You always do, luv. I love you so much, Steven."