#consentual

[sugarry-sins]

Looks like Adam forgot his place in hell

More to cumm~ 🤭😏 (On my twitter)

[knotworshipper]

i fucking love using my boyfriends mouth as a fleshlight when hes too high to think and im too high to care ♡ cumming in his mouth over and over again while i scroll through porn

hes just sooooo cute ♡

[katabby]

Unfinished smut writing I'm working on- idk if I should finish but here you go.

Cw: Mirror fuck, Transgender character, non-binary character, size difference, gentle, established relationship, both consenting adults, not proofread (do proofreading if I decide to write the rest)

Eva, the 10ft tall Guardian Angel who was meant to protect and take care of Nameless, was now pinning them against the wall of their dorm room, wrapping her wings around their dwarfed body, pulling them into a rough kiss. Her mask was still covering the majority of her face, just hiding her eyes, as her hands roamed across their body, slipping under their shirt, only to trail back down their thighs, just for the sake of dragging out her tease.

Nameless whimpered, struggling to stifle their pathetic moans, sweat already dripping down their forehead when they looked up at her, tears just building in the corners of their eyes.

"Eva, please!" they pleaded, "Somebody will hear us if you keep playing with me like this!" They cried out, but their body worked against themselves, only serving to get hotter and to depend more on the safety of Eva's wings and arms to not fall.

Eva simply smiled at this, pulling Nameless up and closer to herself, squishing their chest with her own, watching as Nameless flushed up like a small school boy.

"You've been teasing me for weeks, Nameless. All the looks you've given me, even in the middle of your classes... You think I don't see that?"

Nameless whined, looking away from her in embarrassment. They knew exactly what they'd been doing but they didn't think she'd actually do anything! She's usually so gentle with them, guess that's what they get for being a brat.

Her hands moved over their crotch, massaging the small bulge growing through their pants, enjoying the pitiful moans they released. She pulled them into another sweet kiss, devouring the sweet taste of their lust through their drool. She couldn't help it by this point, kissing them was like a drug.

They were just in their uniform still as well, having been pulled out of the bathroom stalls during break and to their own room. They were so small, so cute, so weak, and so hers. How could she not play with their body?

Despite the hunger in her kisses, she pulled away from their mouth slowly, just for the sake of seeing the saliva that connected their tongues and those adorable, tear filled eyes watering before she bit down on their neck. Nameless covered their mouth, yelping, as they kicked their legs as if to get her off of their body. This action only served to feed Eva's growing desire for their sweet, sweet desire. The scent of their arousal was making her brain go haywire, if God could see her now...

She pulled away slowly, wanting to savor the taste of their sweat from their skin. They were squirming around so much now, like a helpless warm who she had picked up by the tail. She chuckled quietly just beside her ear, hearing their little whimper, feeling her breath hover and warm their skin.

She scooped them up in her arms suddenly, placing an arm just below their thighs and her hand to support their back, her wings engulfing them in feathery warmth. She carried them to their bed, bending them just over the wooden edge, in front of the mirror of their room. They gulped their arousal and turned back to her, only for their chin to be roughly grabbed and turned back to the mirror, forced to look at their adorably flushed face in the mirror.

They whimpered, not resisting this time as they spoke. "Why have you put me in this position, love..?" Their bottom lip was quivering, gripping the wooden edge of the bed.

Eva laughed darkly, that stupidly sexy voice that made Nameless's poor mind melt even more, was laughing at their innocence. Her hands ran up from their waist to their shoulders, briefly massaging them as she spoke, not even needing to whisper in their ear to give them tingles.

"Because I want you to see your sweet expressions as I fuck the living daylights out of you. After all, it would just be selfish not to share the treat that is your adorable face, wouldn't it?" she cooed, watching in the mirror how small Nameless looked compared to her, being pushed down into the bed, belly first.

Nameless could feel their poor, trapped dick throbbing within their boxers, practically begging to be let out and stroked. Eva slowly let her hands travel down to the belt of their pants, listening to their gasp. They were so small and submissive that they continued staring, watching their own expressions in the mirror, all because it’s what Eva wants.

She took off their belt and slipped out of her pearly white gown, watching in the mirror as Nameless's eyes widened in shock, seeing Eva's slim yet slightly muscular body and her thick, perfect cock. She was so well made, perfectly shaved, smelled like fresh roses just bloomed in spring. Nameless didn't even realize they were drooling till they heard Eva's giggle.

She used one hand to caress Nameless's back and the other to slip off their pants, throwing them off the bed and just barely dragging down their boxers, just so their sweet, doll-like asscheeks could be seen. Their entire body was her muse, they would let her do whatever she wanted to them, but she knew the limits. She picked up the belt she had taken off of Nameless and looked at them in the mirror.

"You want me to spank you, love?" she asked, wanting to make sure they would be comfortable with anything she did. They shivered and shook their head, burying their face in the mattress, even covering their buttocks with their hands in attempt to prevent any damage.

Eva chuckled at this, throwing the belt off the bed as well, gently taking away Nameless's hands from their ass and placing her cock right between their crack, watching as they slowly lifted their head to reveal their pink, flushed face. They bucked their hips back ever so slightly, just watching to feel her cock slide in and out of their ass for a moment, and she obliged.

Forcing their asscheeks apart, she slid her dick just over their hole and released, slowly grinding back and forth through and between, listening to their desperate moans aas they bucked up into her. She gently massaged and rubbed their back, wanting to make sure they were cared for before being ruined.

"Does this feel good, doll? Do you want me to speed up or slow down?" She asked, slowly and gently slipping off their shirt now to be thrown with the rest of their clothing.

They moaned quietly, struggling but continuing to look at their embarrassing position in the mirror as they spoke. "Please speed up,.. or at least stick the tip in, please?"

Eva smiled at their begging, they were so sweet and polite, even during sex. How could Eva say no?

She rocked her hips back and forth quicker, making sure she wasn't pressing too hard on their body and that they could handle the speed she went at. She continued this for a few minutes, just quietly savoring the sounds that came out of Nameless's perfect mouth before pulling back. She took her dick in her hand, keeping one hand to rub Nameless's back, as she rubbed the tip against their hole.

"I'll stick it in now, m'kay? Tell me if it hurts." Eva pushed herself in slowly, fully aware of her size and being as careful as she possibly could, as if she was tending to a wound and not ruining her partner's hole.

Nameless moaned, reaching back to try and grab Eva's wrist, moving her hand up to their face to cover their mouth. Eva enjoyed how dependent Nameless was on her, like a small animal who needed food, and she loved taking care of them.

She moved her other hand from their hip to hold one of their hands, letting out an 'aw' as they squeezed her tighter when she pushed in deeper.

A quarter of her cock was now inside their hole, slowly stretching them out with time, making them feel so utterly full. They couldn't help the tears that started to fall from their eyes, hearing Eva's breath hitched as she paused. She moved her hand to wipe away their tears, leaning down and kissing their neck.

She was clearly concerned for them but didn't push with anything, pushing her cock just a bit deeper till half of it was in before stopping. Nameless's eyes had rolled back and Eva could feel them biting down on one of her fingers. She believed it was time to finally fuck them for real.

[moomaid]

[P] More Cowbells!

Alice collects all sorts of knick knacks, but cowbells are her favourite. All of them "cursed" of course. Which raises a question. What happens when you put them on together? Only one way to find out! PATREON  I   SUBSCRIBESTAR

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[bouncinghedgehog]

[lordbeebrain]

The cease-and-desist letters have already been sent out.

[ezrasbedroom]

absolutely obsessed with the idea of being used like a sexdoll. completely dehumanized as a man fucks me only for my body, using my pussy like a fleshlight. maybe he'd cover my head with a pillow and gag me so he can't hear the sounds i'm making. pull up porn on his phone, listen to a pornstar moan instead of me. i want him to make it abundantly clear that i'm not what he cares about. i'm only a means to an end, a tight hole to fuck until he cums.

[uncanny-tranny]

I love love love when trans women* give advice to trans men* about """manly""" things and when trans men* return that kindness with advice about """womanly""" things. I love the intracommunity commitment to supporting each other <<3

[kiribakuswife]

All You Had to Do Was Ask

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Kinktober Day 6!

It was a huge ask, and you knew that.  You had always pushed the thought away, but no matter how tightly you tried to shove it into a box in the corner of your mind, it was like you couldn’t help yourself. You wanted to give him every piece of you, to have trust in him fully. 

If you were being honest, you had fantasized about it long before you were ever dating. You had been part of the small group of Mindjack fans, nearly losing your mind when you met him, the most cliche of circumstances. You had crashed into him one morning rushing out of a local coffee shop, your entire drink splashing all over the both of you as you frantically tried to apologize, stopping short as you looked into his face, his tired eyes looking back at you, a soft smile on his face.

“How can I pay you back? I could get you a new shirt, there’s a new-” You waved your hands in worry, pulling napkins and beginning to bloat his shirt from the hot chai before you could stop yourself.

“How about your number?” His voice made you pause, instantly wishing the ground would open up and swallow you whole as he gripped your wrists lightly, chucking softly at your antics.

“My number?” You squeaked out, and he only nodded, a lopsided grin on his face.

That had been over a year ago, and you began dating a few weeks after that. With a firm nod to yourself, you decided that tonight would be the night. You would ask him if you could give him complete control, and whatever happened after that would be fine with you. He would never hurt you, and you knew that, but something about giving yourself over entirely made your spine tingle. 

Reasoning with yourself, the worst thing that would happen was that he said no. Maybe he would think it was a little weird, but it wouldn’t be as weird as the basically mini Mindjack shrine you had in your room, forever embarrassed by the way he only cocked an eyebrow at you upon finding it the first night he was in your room. 

It really wasn’t crazy, only two little figures and a poster, but he would always refer to it as your shrine, almost choking to death on his drink as you turned away from him, pouting, forgetting that you were wearing a pair of booty shorts that read “Property of Mindjack”. Most of the pros had them made one year, and obviously you had to get them. Sue you for being a fan.

You laughed quietly to yourself as you stirred the food on the stove top, tension easing somewhat. Asking him to use his quirk on you was far less weird than your “shrine”.

“What’s got you all giggly?” His voice nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Toshi!” You shouted, heart still pounding rapidly, “We need to get you a fucking bell, jesus!” He had a bad habit of sneaking really everywhere, footsteps silent as he traversed your home. It was a side effect of his job, and you knew that but it didn’t scare you any less. 

“That can be arranged.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before opening the fridge as you rolled your eyes.

“Kinky bastard.” You huffed back to him, only earning a laugh in response. You weren’t wrong, the thought made you feel better about your proposition.

“You love it.” He added, coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nipping lightly at the shell of your ear. “I gotta shower, I’ll be right back to discuss this bell.” He teased, releasing you and disappearing as quietly as he appeared, probably on purpose this time.

Dinner came and went without you saying anything about it, mind distracted as you spoke about your days, you telling him nearly every thing about your mundane day while his stories were often cryptic and vague, a part of the job. You were now on the couch, your feet thrown on his lap as he rubbed your ankles gently, causing you to sigh in relief. His hands began to move slowly up your legs as the tv droned on, some old rerun of a show you could hardly pay attention to with his hands on you. He however, seemed to be locked on, completely unaware of how you both had shifted, his hands kneading into the skin of your thighs.

“Toshi?” You called softly, feeling your face heat in the way it always seemed to when he looked over to you. His face was almost innocent and if you knew him any less you would've missed the glint in his eyes as he cocked his head slightly at you, waiting for you to continue. “Come up here and kiss me.” You pouted slightly down at him, and he grinned back, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss on your lips before pulling away.  “Stop being mean!” You whined at him, earning a light laugh.

“I could never be mean to you baby girl.” His words were light, but he had a much heavier tone, making you slide down on the couch slightly, his lips connecting again with yours, more forceful this time. His tongue traced over your lips lightly before he pulled back a bit, catching your bottom lip in his teeth before quickly releasing it. “What’s got you so fired up tonight? Have you been fantasizing about me?” His tone was teasing, but his eyes darkened as you gulped. It was now or never you supposed.

“I may have a little bit of a proposition for you.” Your tone was shakier than you wanted it to be as he trailed kisses across your jaw.

“Hmm, what might that be?” He was driving you insane, voice husky as he whispered into your ear.

“Your quirk!” You blurted out suddenly, hands coming up to cover your face, flaming. 

“My quirk?” He had the audacity to seem confused, and as you peeked between your fingers you realized he actually did appear not to understand what you wanted.

“I want you to tell me what to do. I trust you, really! I love you and I just-” You rambled out, covering your face once again. Something about him would always make you flustered, much to your dismay.

“(y/n),” His voice cut you off, pulling your hands down, “Look me in the eyes.” You struggled, pouting a bit as you finally met his eyes. “I need to know you’re entirely serious about that. I won’t know if something is too far, if you want to stop, if-” it was your turn to cut him off then.

“I know Hitoshi, I’m serious, I want this.” Your face softened a bit. He was actually going to do this. He didn’t think you were weird, he was just worried about you, making your heart squeeze. 

“Do you trust me, (y/n)?” He asked back, face serious.

“Of course.” It was the last thing you were able to say as a haze began to fill your mind. 

“Dumb sluts don’t need to think for themselves do they?” He asked, leaning back to look down at you. You instantly felt yourself clench at his words. “Answer me properly.”

“Yes sir.” Your voice sounded so normal despite the way you were practically squealing inside.

“Good girl, now come kneel in front of me, hands on your lap.” You instantly moved, movements fluid as you landed on your knees before him, looking up from below your lashes as you watched his face. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were, a spark shooting directly to your core as you stared into his eyes, patiently awaiting your next order. 

“Show me how much of a good girl you are and suck my dick.” He commanded, pulling his pants down with your help. Your hands shook as you gripped him, dragging your tongue over his slit, pleased with the groan that fell from his lips. Your lips opened, slowly taking him in before beginning to work, head bobbing as his hand gripped your hair, pulling it back in a makeshift ponytail.

Your body seemed to know exactly what he wanted, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you took him deep and hard. You could feel yourself growing wetter below him, clenching your thighs as you continued. It was almost too much, and you wanted to slide your hand below your sweats, but couldn’t, the thought only making the problem worse. You moaned around him, drool and pre-cum beginning to leak past your lips as he pulled your hair, increasing your speed.

“You’re doing so well.” He grunted down at you, head falling back in a moan as you looked up at him. The rush to your head was only escalated by the haze that filled your brain and you could feel the small hold you had slipping. “I’m going to cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every drop, yeah?” You could only moan at his words, the vibrations making him shiver. 

“Fuck, (y/n).” His voice was rough as he groaned, the telltale sign of a salty heat filling your mouth as he continued to bob your head. His hand began to go slack, and you felt the haze fading away as he released you in more ways than one. “Are you okay, baby girl?” He asked, breathily.

“I was so nervous to ask you to do that!” You gushed up at him, causing him to smile down at you.

“All you have to do is ask.” Was all he said as he pulled you up into his arms, mouth finding its spot in your neck again.

[ltash]

In wolf's disguise

Ghost shares you with his twin brother

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader 6k words

Warning: 18+, MDNI, smut, nonCon, dubCon, p in v, sexual theme, threesome.

You’d always thought working in the SAS would be intense, but you hadn’t expected it to be this intense. The moment you were appointed to the administration team, things had been overwhelming. The high-paced environment, the constant movement of soldiers, the silent intensity that seemed to hang in the air, it all took some getting used to. But the strangest part was how your life seemed to have shifted the day you caught the attention of Lieutenant Ghost.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley, as he was formally known, had a reputation that preceded him. Stoic, quiet, and always masked behind that skull balaclava that made his very presence feel like the room temperature had dropped. You’d heard stories of his calm, unflinching demeanour in even the most dangerous situations. Ghost was the kind of man people didn’t mess with.

And yet, ever since you started, you noticed his eyes on you. Watching. Protecting.

At first, you thought it was just in your head, but it became more evident with time. He seemed to appear when things got tough, when you had trouble with a task, or when someone looked a little too long at you. His silent, looming presence became a sort of shield. It made you feel... safe, even though you hardly knew him. You weren’t sure what to make of it.

Things remained quiet for a while, that is, until you met Ghost’s twin brother.

Lieutenant Wolf Riley, Simon's identical twin, had an uncanny resemblance to him, down to the sharp features, the piercing eyes, and the intimidating aura. However, Wolf didn’t wear the infamous skull mask, and that wasn’t the only difference. Wolf’s physique was even more pronounced than Simon’s. He was taller, broader, and carried an air of arrogant confidence that set him apart. Where Simon was silent and mysterious, Wolf was loud and boisterous. And where Simon seemed to keep his distance, Wolf had no qualms about getting too close.

“Hey there,” Wolf had said the first time he cornered you, his voice a silky murmur that sent chills down your spine. “I’m Simon’s brother. Wolf. And you must be the new girl who’s caught everyone’s attention.”

He had said it with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. It was predatory, in a way. You’d felt uncomfortable immediately, but you didn’t want to be rude.

“Nice to meet you,” you’d responded politely, trying to inch away without making it obvious.

From that day on, Wolf made it his mission to seek you out. Wherever you were, he wasn’t far behind, his flirtatious comments, the way his eyes lingered on you just a second too long, the subtle touches that made your skin crawl. It was no secret that Wolf had a reputation with women. He was a notorious playboy, always seen with a different woman, and it wasn’t hard to imagine the trail of broken hearts and damaged souls he’d left behind. The problem was, he had his eye on you now, and it was only a matter of time before he made his move.

Ghost seemed to notice almost immediately. You hadn’t realized it at first, but the more Wolf pursued you, the more protective Ghost became. He’d show up unexpectedly when Wolf was around, his presence like a silent barrier between the two of you.

“You alright?” Ghost would ask in that deep, gravelly voice of his, though his eyes spoke more than his words.

“Yeah,” you’d reply, grateful for his intervention but unsure of how to express it.

One evening, after you’d finished a long day of administrative work, you noticed Wolf lingering in the hallway outside your office. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, with a cocky smile on his lips as you approached.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted, his eyes sweeping over you in a way that made your skin crawl.

You forced a polite smile, trying to walk past him, but he stepped in your way, his arm outstretched to block your path.

“Where’s the rush? We haven’t had the chance to really... get to know each other.” His voice was slick with implication.

“I’m just tired,” you mumbled, trying to push past him. “I need to get back to my room.”

But Wolf didn’t move. His expression darkened as his fingers grazed your arm. “Come on, don’t be like that. You’re always running off. I’m starting to think you’re avoiding me.”

Panic began to rise in your chest. Wolf wasn’t like the other soldiers, he had a way of making you feel trapped, as if there was no escape. Just as you began to feel genuinely afraid, a cold voice cut through the tension.

“Back off, Wolf.”

Ghost appeared seemingly out of nowhere, his towering form casting a shadow over the two of you. His presence was like a wall between you and the growing danger. Wolf’s hand dropped from your arm as he turned to face his brother, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Well, if it isn’t the knight in shining armour,” Wolf mocked, though there was a hint of irritation in his tone. “Come to save the damsel in distress?”

Ghost’s eyes were fixed on his brother, the intensity of his gaze hidden behind the skull mask but evident in the way he held himself. “I said, back off,” he repeated, his voice low and threatening.

Wolf raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. There is no need to get all worked up, Simon. I was just talking.”

Ghost didn’t move until Wolf had walked away, the smirk never leaving his face. Once he was gone, Ghost turned to you, his expression softening, though it was hard to tell behind the mask.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, though your hands were trembling slightly. “Yeah... thank you.”

Ghost said nothing more, but you could feel the weight of his silent protection. From that moment on, you knew he wasn’t just watching over you out of duty. It was something more.

Weeks passed, and despite Ghost’s constant vigilance, Wolf’s interest in you only grew. He became more possessive, more intense, and more reckless with his advances. You started locking your door at night, terrified that one day he’d push too far.

And then, one night, he did.

It was late, the base was quiet, and you were in your room trying to unwind after a long day. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on your door. Your heart skipped a beat as you froze, hoping it was just someone making a mistake. But the banging continued, louder this time.

“Open up bitch!” Wolf’s slurred voice came from the other side. “I know you’re in there!”

Panic surged through you. He was drunk. You didn’t know what he was capable of when he was like this.

You rushed to lock the door, your hands shaking as you tried to secure the latch. But just as you turned the lock, Wolf slammed his body against the door, breaking it open. He stumbled inside, his eyes wild and unfocused.

“There you are,” he slurred, a twisted smile on his face. “You’ve been hiding from me, haven’t you?”

You backed away, your heart racing in your chest. “Wolf, get out.”

But he didn’t listen. He took a step toward you, and then another, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous hunger. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching for you. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

Just as his hand brushed your arm, the door slammed open again, this time with a force that rattled the walls. Ghost stood in the doorway, his mask in place, but the rage radiating off of him was palpable.

“Get your hands off her,” Ghost growled, his voice like thunder.

Wolf turned to face him, his expression shifting from drunken lust to irritated defiance. “What’s the matter, Simon? Can’t let me have a little fun?”

Ghost moved faster than you’d ever seen him move, grabbing Wolf by the collar and shoving him against the wall. The two brothers locked eyes, the air thick with tension.

“She’s not yours to touch,” Ghost snarled, his voice deadly.

Wolf laughed, though it was clear he was taken off guard by Ghost’s aggression. “You really think she’ll choose you over me?” he taunted, though his voice was weaker now. “You’re just the silent protector. I’m the one she wants.”

Ghost leaned in closer, his voice a low growl. “If you come near her again, I’ll make sure you regret it.”

For the first time, Wolf looked genuinely intimidated. He shoved Ghost off him with a snarl, straightening his jacket. “Fine. Have it your way, Simon. But don’t think this is over.”

Wolf stormed out of the room, leaving you trembling in the aftermath. Ghost turned to you, his eyes softening behind the mask as he approached carefully, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

You nodded, though tears pricked at your eyes. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

The commonroom hummed of the overhead lights barely cutting through the silence. Ghost sat at a table in the corner, the steam from his coffee swirling in the air as he took a slow, deliberate sip. His mind was on you, as it often had been lately, his thoughts tangled with a protective instinct that had grown sharper in recent days. Wolf, his twin brother, had been lurking around more often, his intentions clear, and Ghost could feel the tension brewing them.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Wolf sauntered in, his usual swagger evident in every step. Ghost didn’t need to look up to know it was him. The air changed when Wolf entered a room, like a storm about to break.

“What do you want now, mutt?” Ghost grumbled, not bothering to hide the annoyance in his voice.

Wolf slid into the chair next to him, too close for comfort, with a smirk plastered on his face. His presence felt invasive, like a shadow creeping in where it didn’t belong.

“I have something for you that you can not deny.” Wolf’s voice was a low drawl, dripping with arrogance.

Ghost’s eyes finally flicked up, narrowing as he studied his brother’s face. There was always some twisted game in Wolf’s words, and Ghost had no patience for it today.

“And what might that be?” Ghost asked dryly, his voice laced with irritation.

“You know she’s mine,” Wolf replied, leaning back casually, as if he were discussing the weather.

Ghost’s expression hardened instantly. He knew exactly who Wolf was referring to, you. The thought of Wolf claiming you, speaking about you like you were his possession, sent a wave of anger through him. He turned his body slightly, squaring his shoulders as he faced Wolf directly, his eyes dark beneath his mask.

“She is not yours,” Ghost growled in a low, dangerous tone, his voice barely above a whisper. “And you're making a mistake thinking otherwise.”

Wolf chuckled softly, a smug smile tugging at his lips. He wasn’t intimidated by Ghost’s cold demeanor. In fact, he thrived on pushing his brother’s buttons.

“Look, Ghost. She is mine. She takes my gifts. And right now, she’s wearing red lingerie that I gifted to her,” Wolf said with a dark glint in his eyes.

Ghost froze. His grip tightened around his coffee mug, his knuckles turning white as his mind processed the words. Red lingerie? The image of you, innocent and kind, accepting something so intimate from Wolf made his blood boil. He could barely contain his jealousy and disgust at the thought.

“You gave her what?” Ghost hissed through clenched teeth, the anger evident in every syllable. His hand shook slightly as he forced himself to stay seated.

“I have a deal for you,” Wolf continued, ignoring the fury radiating from his brother.

Ghost narrowed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, his body tense as he spoke. “What kind of deal?”

Wolf’s grin widened, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “She’s a virgin, Simon. We share her tonight.”

The words hung in the air like a toxic cloud. Ghost’s eyes widened, disbelief and disgust swirling within him. The idea of sharing you—you—with his twisted brother - was so repulsive that it nearly made him lunge across the table. His fists clenched tightly as he forced himself to breathe, trying to keep control.

“Absolutely not,” Ghost spat, his voice low and threatening. “She is not a piece of property to be shared. We will not be doing that.”

Wolf’s smirk didn’t falter, his eyes gleaming with amusement as if he enjoyed watching Ghost struggle with his emotions. “We will… I will make you do that. You know what I can do, Simon. She’s mine. You can ask her, and she will do anything for me. Even lose her virginity to you.”

Ghost’s jaw clenched painfully as his brother continued, pushing and taunting. He knew Wolf was a manipulative bastard, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. The thought of you being coerced into something so twisted made his stomach churn.

“I don’t care what she’d do for you,” Ghost growled, his voice barely controlled. “And I definitely don’t believe she’d want to share herself like that. You need to back off, Wolf. She’s not yours, and she never will be.”

“She is,” Wolf insisted, his voice dark and laced with certainty. “She didn’t tell you, did she? She’s my little vixen. But she’s still untouched. I want you to claim her first, Simon. After all, you’re my dear brother. And you know I’m kind of… rough.”

Ghost’s heart pounded in his chest, his mind spinning with the sickening implications. This was a game to Wolf, some twisted, perverse fantasy that he wanted to drag Ghost into. But he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not with you.

“No,” Ghost said firmly, his voice steady despite the storm raging inside him. “I won’t do it. Even if she’s untouched, she’s not some prize to be claimed. She’s a person, and I won’t treat her like some object for your sick entertainment.”

Wolf’s grin faltered for a moment, his eyes narrowing as he leaned in closer. “And what if she agrees?”

Ghost stared at him, his stomach dropping. Could you? Would you?

“I need to talk to her first,” Ghost said slowly, his voice strained with conflicting emotions. He didn’t believe for a second that you’d willingly agree to something like this, but if Wolf had manipulated you…

Wolf’s smirk returned, a victorious gleam in his eyes. “You’ll see, Simon. She’ll agree. And tonight, we’ll go to her room, and she’ll submit.”

Ghost stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as his temper flared. He had never wanted to punch his brother more than he did in that moment. “Why are you so hell-bent on this?” he snapped. “Can’t you see how messed up this is? You’re trying to manipulate us both, and I won’t let you get your way.”

Wolf stood too, looming over Ghost with that same twisted smile. “You will, Simon. And so will she. It’s only a matter of time.” He paused, his voice lowering to a dark, mocking tone. “She wants you, you know. She just won’t admit it. She’s been parading around in those skimpy clothes, trying to get your attention.”

Ghost’s breathing became ragged as he fought to control his anger. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of Wolf’s mouth. “You can’t make us do this,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “And you can’t treat her like a piece of meat. She’s a person, damn it.”

Wolf’s laughter was dark and unsettling. “She’ll agree, Simon. She’s cheating on me in her heart, so I’ll let her get laid by my own brother. Consider it a twisted little gift.”

Ghost felt his stomach twist. He couldn’t stand the way Wolf was talking about you, like you were some toy to be passed around. But more than anything, he hated the nagging fear that maybe, just maybe, Wolf was right about how you felt.

Wolf’s voice turned cold as he stepped toward the door. “Tonight, Simon. You’ll see.”

And with that, he left, the door closing with a heavy thud, leaving Ghost alone with the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Ghost stood outside your door, his heart pounding in his chest. The quiet knock had shattered the silence of the night, but the seconds dragged on, making him wonder if you were awake. His mind swirled with doubts and conflicted thoughts. Was this the right thing to do?

Finally, the lock clicked, and the door creaked open. There you stood, dressed in a long black silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to your body in a way that made Ghost’s heart race even faster.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded silently, stepping aside to let him enter. The air between you was thick with tension, the night pressing in on both of you. Ghost walked in, his eyes unwilling to leave yours, but every fiber of him was aware of how the silk moved against your skin. He swallowed hard, trying to focus.

"You want to talk about something?" you asked, your voice soft, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Ghost replied, his voice gravelly. "There’s something I need to ask you."

"Ask away."

He hesitated, the question weighing heavily on him. "Wolf told me something... about you."

Your eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

Ghost’s voice lowered, almost a whisper. "He said you and him were intimate... that you’re not a virgin."

Your eyes widened in shock, anger flashing across your face. "What? I don’t even know him like that. No, that’s not true."

Ghost stared at you, relief flooding through him. He could see the sincerity in your eyes. "You don’t?" he asked, almost disbelieving.

"No, I don’t," you replied firmly.

His mind raced. Why would Wolf lie about something like this? He paced the room, frustration and confusion mixing with relief.

"He told me that if you agreed to... be with us, together..." Ghost struggled with the words, his voice breaking. "He asked me to claim you with him."

Your shock was palpable. "What the hell? Is he serious? How could he even think like that?"

"I don’t know," Ghost growled, his expression darkening. "It’s twisted. Sick."

He stepped closer to you, mere inches away now. His voice was barely a whisper. "I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to share you. Especially not with him."

As if on cue, a knock sounded at the door, sharp and taunting. Ghost froze, dread creeping up his spine.

"Who is it?" he called out, his voice tense.

"Who do you think, bro?" came the smug voice from the other side. Wolf.

Ghost clenched his fists, his anger rising. "What do you want?"

"I heard you talking," Wolf said, sounding amused. "I thought you would’ve started by now."

Ghost growled, barely keeping his composure. "She doesn’t want this. It’s not happening."

There was a pause before Wolf spoke again, this time with more irritation. "Don’t be shy, Simon. I know you want her."

Ghost’s temper snapped. "I’m not sharing her. And she doesn’t want you either."

"Open the door," Wolf ordered, his tone darkening.

For a long moment, Ghost hesitated, torn between his desire to protect you and his anger at his brother. Finally, with a low growl, he unlocked the door.

Wolf stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with malice and desire. "Well, well," he smirked, "looks like we’re ready to get started."

Ghost’s body tensed, his fists clenching. "We’re not doing this," he said, voice low and dangerous.

"Let’s not pretend," Wolf cut him off. "You want her. You’ve always wanted her. And she wants us both."

Wolf’s eyes flicked toward you, his gaze dark and predatory. "Right, princess?"

You moved toward the door, but Wolf’s hand shot out, gripping your arm with a force that made you wince.

"Where do you think you’re going?" he sneered, pulling you toward him.

Ghost’s anger flared. "Let go of her!" he demanded, stepping forward.

"Not until she agrees to play along," Wolf replied, his grip tightening. He looked into your eyes, a sinister smile curling his lips. "Come on, baby doll. I know you want this."

"Why are you doing this?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Wolf’s grin widened. "Because I can. Because it’s fun. And because deep down, I know you want us."

He pulled you closer, his body pressed against yours, his eyes filled with lust. Ghost’s rage grew as he watched Wolf’s fingers trail down your arm, his touch invasive and wrong.

"Let her go," Ghost repeated, his voice shaking with barely controlled fury.

"Make me," Wolf taunted, running his fingers through your hair. He leaned in, his lips brushing your neck, his hands tugging at the rope of your nightgown. Slowly, he loosened it, the fabric slipping down your body.

"C’mon, Simon," Wolf said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "She’s yours too."

Ghost's breath caught in his throat. He could see the flicker of fear in your eyes, but there was something else, a vulnerability that only deepened his protective instincts.

"She’s not a toy," Ghost growled, stepping closer, his fists shaking with the need to hit his brother.

Wolf ignored him, placing wet kisses along your neck. You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut in discomfort. Ghost’s jaw clenched.

"I said, let her go!"

Ghost's throat tightened as he watched Wolf's lips trail across your skin, leaving wet kisses on your neck. His jaw clenched at the sight, his body torn between desire and rage.

"She's not a piece of meat, Wolf," Ghost growled, fists trembling at his sides. "I'm not going to use her like you do."

Wolf grinned, his hand sliding through your hair and pulling you closer. "Fine by me. I'll have her all to myself, then."

Your body arched under Wolf’s touch as he continued to kiss and squeeze you, leaving Ghost to watch helplessly. His jealousy gnawed at him, and despite the disgust he felt for Wolf's actions, the sight of you, vulnerable yet tantalizing, unraveled him.

Ghost’s breath hitched when Wolf’s hand brazenly moved to your chest, squeezing your breast, making you moan. He bit down on his anger and stepped closer. "This is wrong, Wolf. You can’t do this."

Wolf, unbothered, tugged at the straps of your nightgown, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Ghost’s eyes darkened as he saw your exposed body. His mind raced, and for a moment, his need to protect you was overshadowed by a primal urge to claim you for himself.

"You’re going to regret this," Ghost muttered through gritted teeth.

"Then do something about it," Wolf taunted, grabbing Ghost’s hand and placing it on your breast. Ghost’s heart pounded as he squeezed, feeling the softness of your skin against his gloved hand.

His body trembled with desire as he felt your warmth beneath his fingers, torn between the need to protect you and the undeniable pull of his own lust. Wolf’s words barely registered as Ghost’s mind clouded with need, his hand instinctively tracing your curves. The boundaries between rage and desire blurred as he found himself pulled deeper into the moment, unable to resist any longer.

Ghost’s lips hovered just inches from your skin, the heat of his breath mixing with the tension thick in the air. His gaze flicked between you and Wolf, anger and desire warring in his chest. But when his eyes locked on yours, there was no turning back.

He leaned in, capturing your neck with hungry kisses, his hand firmly cupping your breast. His fingers tightened, feeling the softness of your skin, and your breath hitched in response. Ghost’s restraint unraveled, and he let himself go, pressing his body against yours, his need palpable.

A low growl escaped him as he heard your soft moan, and he kissed you harder, more urgently. His hand slid lower, dipping beneath your delicate lace underwear, finding your wet folds with practiced ease. A shudder ran through him as he touched you, your body arching in response.

"Already so wet," Ghost murmured against your skin, his voice dark and possessive.

His fingers moved slowly at first, teasing, exploring, as his lips claimed your breasts. Each moan you let out only spurred him on, his body completely consumed by the need to have you, to make you his.

He lifted you by your thighs, handing you over to wolf. "Hold her tight, Wolf." He said, parting your legs.

His gaze was dark with intent as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your trembling thighs. He leaned in, his breath hot against your skin, and you could barely breathe from the anticipation. Without breaking eye contact, he whispered, "I'm going to taste you now," the promise in his voice sent a shiver down your spine.

His mouth found your sensitive core, lips and tongue working with a precision that made you moan instantly. Each flick of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through you, your body arching involuntarily. Wolf's grip on you tightened, holding you steady as your thighs trembled, his lips capturing yours to swallow the sounds of your pleasure.

Ghost continued his assault, his tongue exploring every inch of you with a fierce hunger, his low growls vibrating against your skin. "You taste like honey," he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with desire. His fingers parted you further, giving him full access as he ravished you with unrelenting intensity.

Your body writhed between the two of them, your moans muffled by Wolf’s mouth as Ghost pushed you to the edge, the sensations overwhelming, your mind clouded by the intensity of their touch.

As Ghost's tongue works its magic, Wolf's hand reaches down to join Ghost's fingers, spreading you even wider for their dual assault.

Ghost looked up, his eyes meeting Wolf's over your body. They shared a moment of understanding, a silent agreement to drive you mad with pleasure.

Wolf's gaze locked onto Ghost's as he began to move his fingers in sync with Ghost's tongue, the dual penetration sending you hurtling towards a climax. Ghost increased the pace of his tongue, his lips sucking gently on your clit as Wolf's fingers curled inside you, stroking your inner walls.

Your breathing grew ragged, your chest heaving as the sensations became too much. Wolf's hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head back to watch Ghost's face between your thighs. "Look at him," Wolf growled, "See what he's doing to you."

The combined sensations were too much, your body convulsing between them as a wave of intense pleasure washed over you. You cried out, your voice muffled against Wolf's shoulder as Ghost continued to lap at you, drawing out your release until you were boneless and breathless in their arms.

Ghost and Wolf held you tightly, their arms wrapping around your trembling body, holding you against them. They shared a look over your head, a look of triumph and possession.

"You're ours now," Ghost growled, his voice low and possessive. "And we're not going to let you go anytime soon."

Take her now. Wolf said.

Ghost looked up at him, a hint of surprise on his face. "You sure about that?"

Wolf nodded, a smirk on his face. "Absolutely. I want to see this."

A slow, predatory grin spread across Ghost's face. He laid you down on the bed, his eyes roaming over your body appreciatively. He climbed onto the mattress, positioning himself between your legs, his body hard and ready. "Look at me, love," he murmured, his voice low.

Ghost looked down at you, his eyes filled with hunger. He wanted you, wanted to claim you completely. He gave a small nod before shifting his position, lifting you up and positioning you carefully.

He looked down at you, his eyes meeting yours. He waited a moment, letting the tension build, before speaking again. "I want you, darling. I want all of you. And I'm going to take my time."

"Open up," Ghost instructed, his voice ragged as he slowly pushed into you. He gave you time to adjust, his eyes locked onto yours as he filled you inch by inch. "Wolf wanted to see me take you,"

You could feel the heat between you, the way your bodies fit together perfectly. Ghost was in complete control, the air heavy with tension and desire.

Ghost slowly began to move, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He savored the feeling of being inside you, the warmth and tightness that only you provided. He looked up at Wolf, who was standing beside the bed, his eyes glued to the scene unfolding before him.

Wolf's gaze was intense, his eyes fixed on the two of you. He was watching every move, every contour, every expression. He was enjoying the view, the way Ghost was claiming you, marking you as his.

"Touch her," Ghost rasped, looking up at Wolf. "I want to see you touch her while I'm inside her." Wolf  leaned over, his hand cupping your breast, his thumb teasing the peak.

Your body responded instantly, arching into his touch, your breath catching in your throat. Ghost continued to move, his thrusts growing harder, more demanding.

As Wolf played with your breasts, Ghost increased his pace, his hips snapping forward as he drove into you. His breathing grew heavier, his grunts punctuating the rhythm of his movements. "You feel so good, love," he hissed, burying his face in your neck. "So good..."

Wolf leaned in, capturing your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. He swallowed your moans, his tongue dueling with yours as Ghost's pace quickened. The room was filled with the sound of your combined moans, the creaking of the bed, and the rough grunts of the men claiming you.

Wolf's hand moved down from your breast, tracing down your stomach, lingering on your hip. He was watching you two intently, his eyes smoldering.

Ghost's movements became more urgent, his body moving with a primal need. He wanted you, all of you, and he wasn't going to hold back anymore.

He pulled back, his eyes meeting Wolf's over your head as they continued to share you. He knew that the two of them working together would drive you wild, make you come undone. It was a power trip for both of them, a game of possession and dominance.

"Fuck, she's so tight," Ghost groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Wolf, I need you to hold her down. I don't want her to move." Wolf quickly complied, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you back against the bed.

You were helpless now, trapped beneath them, completely at their mercy. They had you exactly where they wanted you, completely surrendered to their control.

Ghost's movements became frantic, his hips slamming against yours as he chased his release. Wolf held you still, his other hand coming up to wrap around Ghost's wrist, guiding his thrusts. "Now, Ghost," Wolf commanded. "Now, fill her up."

"Look at me," Ghost panted, his body tensing as he reached his peak. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with unspent passion. He thrust deep one last time, his body shuddering as he released inside you, filling you with his essence.

Ghost trembled above you, his body spent and sated. His eyes never left yours, his gaze holding you captive.

"We're not done with you yet, love," Wolf  whispered.

"It's my turn now." Wolf said.

Ghost chuckled, rolling off you and onto the mattress beside you. "Go ahead," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "She's all yours for now."

Wolf's voice was low, his eyes glinting with unspoken desires. He began to unbuckle his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. "Ghost has had his turn. Now it's my turn to claim you." He pushed his pants down, stepping out of them before climbing onto the bed.

He loomed over you, his body taut and toned, his muscles rippling as he moved. His eyes were fixed on you, a possessive fire burning within them.

You bit your lip, your eyes widening as Wolf positioned himself between your thighs. Ghost shifted beside you, his hand trailing down your side as he watched Wolf prepare to enter you. "You look so eager," Ghost whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "He's going to take you so good, love."

Wolf's eyes locked onto yours, his expression intense and focused. "I'm going to make you scream," he promised, his voice a low rumble. "And you'll love every second of it."

Ghost's hand tightened around your hip, his fingers digging into your skin as he watched Wolf prepare to enter you. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your mouth as Wolf pushed forward, slowly sinking into your warmth. "Fuck, she's so tight," Wolf groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Ghost watched intently, his eyes never leaving the sight of Wolf inside you. He could feel your body responding, could see the way you trembled beneath them.

As Wolf pounded into you, Ghost reached out and wrapped his hand around his own throbbing length, starting to stroke himself in time with Wolf's thrusts.

"Fuck, look at her," Ghost said, his voice rough with desire. "She's taking you so deep, Wolf. So fucking deep." He reached out, his hand coming down to rest on your stomach as he felt the vibrations of Wolf's thrusts through your body.

Wolf's thrusts grew harder, faster, his grunt of effort filling the room. Ghost could see the sweat beading on his forehead, the muscles in his arms straining as he held your knees apart. "Ghost, she's squeezing me so fucking tight," Wolf gasped out, his voice cracking with pleasure.

Wolf's pace never faltered, his hips pounding into yours with relentless intensity. Ghost could see the sweat beading on your forehead, the way your breasts bounced with each thrust. "I need to touch her," Ghost said, his voice desperate. "I need to feel her while you're inside her."

His pace only intensified, his thrusts becoming brutal and unrelenting. You could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, sending jolts of pleasure through your body with every snap of his hips. Ghost's hand on your stomach tightened, his fingers digging in as he struggled to keep himself under control.

"You're... so... tight," Wolf hissed between clenched teeth, each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. "So... warm... so... perfect..." His fingers dug into your thighs, spreading you wider as he increased his pace, his breath hot against your neck.

"Touch her," Wolf grunted, his voice strained with effort. "Make her come on my…" He trailed off, his words devoured by a low moan as he continued to pound into you. Ghost needed no further encouragement.

"She's so close," Ghost hissed, his voice barely a whisper. "Listen to her, Wolf. She's loving every second of it." He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear. "Come for him, love. Show him how much you love it."

"Come for him," Ghost growled, his voice low and commanding. "Show Wolf what he does to you, love. Show him how much you love having us both like this." His hand slid down, his fingers finding that sensitive nub between your thighs and rubbing in rhythm with Wolf's thrusts.

Your body tensed, your back arching as the overwhelming sensations became too much. Wolf leaned forward, his body covering yours as he continued to drive into you. He captured your cries in a searing kiss, swallowing your screams as he pushed you over the edge. "Good girl,"

"Look at him," Ghost urged again, his voice hoarse with desire. "Look at how he's claiming you. Look at how he's making you his." His fingers stilled, applying just the right amount of pressure as he felt your body tense one final time. "Wolf, she's....."

"Wolf," you moaned, your body arching as Ghost's skilled fingers pushed you closer and closer to the edge. "Oh, god, Wolf!"  Your body tensed, your back arching as the waves of pleasure crashed over you.

"That's it, love," Ghost encouraged, his voice hoarse with desire. "Come all over him. Show him what a good girl you are." Wolf's face contorted in pleasure as he felt your inner walls spasm around his hard length.

Wolf buried his face in the crook of your neck, his arms wrapping around you as he found his own release. Ghost's hand slid back up to your belly, his fingers splayed wide as he felt the jerking motions of Wolf's body against his own hand. "That's it," he whispered.

"That's our good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You took us both so well."

[place-o-plo]

CW: more CNC than usual

So here’s one of the ideas that falls thoroughly into “hot but only in rp”: waking up in the middle of the night to find a stranger in your room. They’re clearly trying to break in, so as you shake off the grogginess, you prepare to call for help.

Before you can, though, something pushes you back to the bed and the stranger forces you into a kiss. They press their tongue into your mouth along with… something. You’re not sure what it is, but it feels fizzy and tastes sorta tart. That thought doesn’t last long, though, as your body starts to feel heavy and your head starts filling up with fuzz. You were… doing something, right? What was-

You don’t know how long you were unconscious for, but you wake up from a jolt of pleasure. The intruder has their hand between your legs (how long has it been there??) and they’re telling you something. The words are hard to understand, but you know you feel them. It’s so much easier to accept their words this way- no need to think or to question or to worry about what’s happening. There’s no reason to worry as their hand drifts over your ey-

You wake up to your owner riding your face. You know the taste is addictive and makes you want them more and more because they told you and your owner is your world. You take greedy huffs of their scent, letting it fill you with desperate needy arousal while you jump the air. This is all you need. This is all you know. Your owner needs a little more time with your unconscious, but they know you don’t mind. Their pretty hand floats down down down and brings you wi-

You recite your programming, staring at a glimmering pendant you distantly recognize was once yours. One hand teases along your body while another hangs over your shoulder. Occasionally, they interrupt your conditioning with a finger pressed into your mouth. Naturally, you suck- you live to serve and worship however Owner might please, and when you feel their finger in your mouth, you know to suck.

You can hardly be faulted for not recognizing you had been moved somewhere along the line. Your new home is so lovely, and you know it’s exactly where you belong. Whatever your life was, you know for a fact you weren’t as giddy as you are now being your owner’s bedwarmer.

[seasidealliums]

Trying to talk about the Tommyinnit/Tubbo/Molly polycule without sounding insane is impossible. How the fuck do you talk about this and sound normal.

[stormikitty]

Cosmic Love prompt:

Danny and Damian have been engaged since they were babies. The Fentons wanted access to Lazarus water, and they made a deal with the league of assassins to get it. Danny is trans. Danny and Damian haven't seen each other since Damian was 10 (I imagine Danny is anywhere from a few months to a year younger, so Danny was either 9 or 10 at the time). They had been seeing each other twice a year the last time they saw each other. They used to have more time scheduled to spend together before Damian started training to be an assassin. They weren't getting along when they last saw each other. Danny was upset/angry that his life had been planned out for him and that he was going to be in an arranged marriage. Damian was kind of a jerk at the time (because of trauma but he was still a jerk), and he thought Danny was being a jerk too because having his whole life planned for him was all Damian knew and it didn't make sense to him to get upset about it because that's his reality that he just had to accept. Damian does care about Danny, and cares about what he wants too. But they were kids. They were upset about their situation and frustrated and angry with each other and their families. They haven't had contact with each other at all since Damian came to Gotham.

Skip forward a few years and Damian has fallen in love with his best friend, Jon. He tells his family and Jon about the arranged marriage even though it's likely not going to be a thing anymore since he has cut ties with the league.

Damian and Jon start dating.

Danny is 16 and on the run from his parents and the GIW. He only managed to escape after he had already been captured and vivisected. He goes to Gotham because it'll be harder for his parents and the GIW to find him there. He runs into Damian and Jon at a park while he's at a point in his life where he's got nothing left an he's just sad, scared, angry, lonely, and he'd just about sell what's left of his life for a hug.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Aurora sees Swiss wearing pants that are just tight enough to hug his hips and ass perfectly and SPRINTS full speed across the courtyard to smack his ass as hard as she can (it’s her love language)

[ezrasbedroom]

need to be called princess while he treats me like a worthless whore.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

the double standards with spop is so absurd because if catra was a man, i'm pretty sure the fans would find the way she treats entrapta creepy and invasive.

but since she's hot catgirl, she is not being creepy or manipulative, she's just a disaster lesbian uwu