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hiskillingjar · 3 months ago

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Genderbend (All/MC)

the girls are back and i’m having a woman moment, leave me alone day 11: genderbend second person. top and more butch adjescent reader (didn’t say dom though :)) cw for rape in strade’s part. sometimes women can be rapists #feminism

ren 🦊

"This is so embarrassing. Don't you have anything better for me to wear?"

You turned in the mirror, a frown on your face as you stared at your reflection, stared at the black pleather lingerie set Ren had forced you into.

The tacky triangles of fabric which made the “bra” barely covered your chest and the cheap thong was just made up of strings and straps that cut into the soft flesh of your hips. You didn't even remember what the exchange for your reluctant acquiescence had been this time around.

"Why is it embarrassing?" Ren asked, standing beside you in the mirror in her own quasi-fetishistic outfit (she’d opted for an ironic “bunny suit”), a mischievous smile on her face as she stared at the reflection, amber eyes hungrily taking in each bulge of flesh. "It's so cute~!"

""It's uncomfortable is what it is." You snapped, staring at her, your dark brows knitting into a frown. "This fabric is itching the shit out of my skin, too." Your blunt nails scratched your thigh, where your body hair was thickest and wettest. "Where did you even get this, AliExpress?"

"All the best things come from there," She replied matter-of-factly, reaching out to swat your hand away.. "And stop scratching. Complaining is super unattractive, you know."

You scowled and crossed your arms over your chest, staring at her body.

"Your outfit is way nicer. What, you don't feel like treating your captive to something nice, once in a while?"

"Mm, that's true, mine is nicer." She smiled proudly, turning in the mirror and admiring her petit, curvy body. “But if you behave, I might just get you something that feels just as nice. If you're good."

"If I'm good..." You scoffed and rolled your eyes, glaring to the side. "Whatever."

"Don't be like that." She teased, as she took your chin in a firm grip and forced your eyes back on your reflection in the mirror, her small frame pressed against yours. "I think you look cute, anyway. You look so much like a boy most of the time, you suit something more girly."

"Really." You deadpanned, not looking to indulge her.

"Or, well," She let your head move back to face her, hands sliding down to your hips, groping each area of bulging flesh hungrily. "You might suit it more, if you tried to look like a girl. Seriously, you should shave your legs or something, you might like it!"

You looked down at yourself, at the thick, dark body hair that covered your calves, thighs, mound and belly, and scoffed.

"Oh, wow. Didn't know you were into forcefem, Ren, that's a really new one for you." You said, sarcastically.

"I can't forcefem you if you're already a girl, stupid!" She protested, though she was still smiling like a fox, her fangs wet and pleased.

"Mm," You rolled your eyes again but you couldn’t resist a slight smirk (a heat lighting up in your cheap thong), turning back to pull at her hips, lining yourselves up together so she could feel that heat too. "Didn't know you were into de-dyking then."

"Mm,” Her smile dropped a little and her cheeks went pink. “I dunno about that. That one feels a little more…mean-spirited..." She keened forward and mumbled into your neck, her chest and full hips flush with yours, bare skin rubbing against your own. "Besides, I thought you were bi-"

"I am bi," You said quickly, not minding the skin-on-skin contact as you slid your hand into the back of her panty and groped her backside. "I'm a dyke who likes fucking pretty boys sometimes. And what are you, hm?"

You toyed with the pom-pom on the back of the waistband, a fox in rabbit's fetish gear. You almost laughed.

"A, uh, a repressed butch trying to forcefem herself into an e-girl femdom, so all the boys will like her? Kinda sad, Ren"

"I am a domme! I'm a femme domme!" She protested, hips pushing back into your hands as if instinctively, an indignant and petulant pout on her lips. “Besides…I look cuter when I dress up.”

"Sure sure..” You nodded. “But I think you'd look way cuter butch then you do as a botched femme, though." Your smirk broadened, pressing her little body against the mirror as your lips ran down her neck, feeling her pulse beat faster.

She was just so easy to wind up. No wonder you’d talked yourself out of being her basement fuck-pet.

Though, now you were thinking about that…

"You're not being fairrrr...." She protested, burying her face into the nape of your neck, her hands clinging needily around your shoulders, hips rocking up against yours. "Why do I even let you talk to me like this? I could make you behave if I wanted..."

"You don't want to, not that badly," You murmured into her neck, leaving behind a little nip, instantly swelling into a little red splotche on her pale skin. "I'll play along though. You can make me look as femme as you want, if you take off your little outfit and wear something of mine..."

She shivered against you, a little gasp escaping her throat at each teasing bite.

"Are you…mmph, are you trying to seduce me?” She stammered quietly, pulling her face from your neck with another pout. “I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge here, you know..."

"Mm, I'll be sure to make you feel very in charge when I'm making you come your brains out, sweetie," You said, nipping her neck again.

"N-no fair..." She protested again, her breath hitching as you continued to tease her neck. "You know I'm weak for that..."

"You're weak in general," You said with a smirk, suddenly pulling back from her and giving her hip a teasing smack.

"Go get changed~"

lawrence (x oc) 🥀

"Hey cutie~"

You snickered softly on the other side of your phone, the camera pointed towards where Law was prepping her shot in the tiny bathroom, each step of the process methodical and thought out as it always was.

"What are you up to?"

“What are you doing?” Law murmured quietly, turning to the phone, a slight blush appearing on her pale cheeks as she drew the viel’s liquid into the throw-away syringe. "Why are you filming me?"

"Weren't you listening in therapy?” You asked with a smile, sitting up from the bed and pacing towards her, leaning in the bathroom’s door frame.“We're supposed to try remembering all the things that make us most happy in the world, aren't we?"

"And what…” Lawrence's blush grew more prominent, her voice becoming somewhat shy. “You're choosing to film me doing my E shot?"

"Of course I am. Nothing makes me happier." You stepped inside, the tiled ground cool on your bare feet, and pressed an idle kiss to Law’s shoulder (making her let out a soft squeak at the feeling), continuing to film her in the bathroom mirror. "Sooo, how long have you been on E, Law?"

"Three months and seven days." She said with a gentle smile (still eerie and far away, but more authentic than it had been before), running her palm over her stomach to find the best place to inject. “My…thirteenth week, now.”

"And why'd you get on E, Law?" You then asked, resting your chin on Law's shoulder with a big smile, watching as she pressed down on the syringe’s plunger.

"Well...I guess I wasn't happy with myself.” She explained quietly with a little shrug of her broad shoulders. “I felt like a stranger in my own body, in my own life. And I wanted to be...well, me."

She laughed then, quiet and soft, and turned to face you.

"And then of course...there was you."

"Oh yeah?" You grinned a little more, keeping the camera up.

"Yeah, definitely…” Her arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in a little closer. “If it wasn’t for you, I would have been miserable, I would have stayed that…lost person you met in therapy.”

The blush in her pale cheeks had mostly faded by now, replaced with a small smile of genuine happiness.

“You pushed me to be the person I wanted to be...the person I feel like I should be.” She took in a shuddering breath, holding you tighter. “You mean the world to me...you have no idea how much I care about you."

"Baby," You murmured quietly, stopping the recording and closing the gap between you with a gentle kiss.

Lawrence melted, easily, into the kiss, her hands moving to circle your neck, fingers spanning across your shoulders and thumbs nestling against your delicate wind pipe.

You didn’t care. If anything, the subtle gesture made you feel powerful, like you alone had tamed the beast that Law had once been. And it felt good.

Her whole body relaxed at the feeling of your lips against hers, your tongue pressing against the seam of her trembling mouth, a shiver of pure ecstasy running through her as you pressed closer, your stirring lengths rubbing together through panties and pyjama shorts.

"You...wanna go back to bed?" You asked with a coy smirk, pulling back with a little lap at her mouth.

Law's blush swiftly returned and she gave you a timid nod.

"Um...yeah...yeah, let's go back to bed."

You smiled even wider, taking Law's hand in yours (matching black nail polish topping carressing fingers, your got your nails done together now and giggled at the same jokes, and god, you loved her so much) and dragging her back over to the bed, settling on top of her hips as soon as she was lying down beneath you.

Law let out a surprised squeak and a laugh, settling back into the bed, her hands on your hips gently tracing the outlines of bone under your skin.

"How'd I get so lucky with you?" She breathed out, grey eyes widening as you shifted on her hips, giving the both of you some much needed friction.

"I could ask you the same question," You murmured with a heated smirk, lowering you lips down to Law's neck and sucking love bites into her pale skin, bruises and markings of ownership that people would see, people at therapy, people at the cafe, people at the gallery-.

“Oh!”

Lawrence let out a soft moan, her head tilting back (blonde hair fanning over her pillows like a halo) to give you better access to her neck. She closed her eyes and gripped your hips a bit harder, shivering with desire and the (obvious) urge to control herself and keep still underneath you.

"God, you're amazing..." She murmured needily.

"Pitch your voice up," You whispered a soft order into her hot skin, as your hand sank between Law’s legs, feeling the heft of her cock in your fist and giving it a firm squeeze.

Another shuddered breath escaped Law, her lips parting (like a porn star) as she let out a higher pitched moan, her hips lifting so she could buck into your grip. Her whole body was heating up (after being so cold), everything around her feeling more intense as her body grew needy and restless, trembling beneath you.

She let out a shaky laugh, pushing a hand into her hair and laying her palm over her eyes.

"Good girl," You praised, gripping her cock tighter, your own cock peeking through your panties and lining up against Law's, as you grinded your hips down against hers. "Keep it up. You're a girl, so sound like one..."

Another shiver of pleasure, a strangled moan leaving Law as you bucked your hips into hers, rubbing sticky heads together, stimulating you both at the same time. She nodded slightly, her voice pitching higher, sounding innocent and girlish, and becoming more desperate.

"Y-yeah, I'm a girl...your girl...oh, please..." She whined, both hands reaching down your back and holding you tight as she desperately tried to speak. “Feels so good…”

"Yeeeah, you are," You continued to croon and dote, sucking another love bite into her neck, where it would be most visible. "My girl, my good girl, Law..."

Law's body arched desperately against yours, another high pitched whine slipping from her vocal cords and filling the hot, clammy air of the apartment.

The perfect little heaven that the two of you had carved for yourselves.

"Yours...I'm yours...please don't stop..."

“I won’t, I won’t ever stop. I promise, baby~”

strade 🔨

"S-Strade, I can't do this..."

You were standing in the low-light of the basement, bare feet cold on the concrete ground, arms prickled with goosebumps, and your collar weighing heavy around your neck.

“Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

Strade was on her knee behind you, tightening the belts of a heavy duty, leather strap-on harness around your hips overtop of your camo shorts, a thick, black phallus protruding obsecenly from the shiny, silver ring on the front of it.

Bigger than anything you'd ever used before. Though you had a sense that Strade preferred a strap-on that was especially punishing.

"You call yourself butch?" She said, heaving herself back to stand with a low grunt and taking hold of one of the straps, giving it a shake to make sure it was tight overtop your shorts. You nodded hesitantly amidst her silence, since she was obviously looking for an answer from you. "Well, don't you know that a butch is supposed to serve her femme?"

You both then stared at the girl beneath you, tied to the basement's support beam.

Her eyes, wide and scared and looking at the two of you like a pair of demons in front of her, were streaming with tears, smearing black eyeliner and well-applied eyeshadow down her cheeks. Her short dress had ridden up amidst her struggle against Strade, revealing hold-up stockings and silk panties, sodden with urine.

Any possible protest she could have made was masked off with a thick, duct tape gag.

She was gorgeous, obviously, but…

"T-That's not-" You started, peering over your shoulder towards the older woman as she nudged you forward.

"Always full of excuses, aren't you?" Strade murmured with a click of her tongue, her hands on her full hips. "Well, I think your little girlfriend is pretty disappointed in you. Aren't you, sweetie?"

The girl shook her head erratically, murmuing pleas for mercy and freedom into her gag, breathing haed through her nose. At least, that's what you assumed she was pleading for.

"Strade-"

"Do you need an incentive? Hm?" Strade interrupted you, pacing towards the girl with a roll of her eyes in your direction. "Mein gott, these dykes of the day...fine, fine!" She held her hands up in acquiesence, before settling back down on her knees and placing a firm hand on the girl's shoulder, forcing her shaking body still. "How about you fuck your femme, like a butch is supposed to do," She then produced her bowie knife from the holster at her hip. "Orrrr, I kill her right now?"

Your eyes widened with alarm as the edge of the knife was pressed to the girl's throat, at which point she started freaking out, pulling against the cable tie binding her wrists behind her, pleading and crying even louder into her gag, and looking at you with a mix of fear and betrayal.

Why aren't you doing anything? Why aren't you helping me?

"I-I d-d-don't..." Your lip trembled and your eyes began to sting. "Please don't make me do this..."

"If you get her to come," Strade continued, putting more pressure on the knife, making the girl instantly still with a muffled whimper. "I might even keep her alive longer than a weekend! What do you think about that, hm?" She smiled broadly, as if ignorant to just how cruel she was being.

"Why are you doing this to me?" You whispered.

She blinked at your question and tilted her head to the side, genuinely confused by what you'd asked her.

"To you? Heh!" She suddenly let out a barked laugh (which made the girl flinch and whimper) and shook her head. "You think this is about you? Wow. That's pretty selfish, liebling."

"T-Then what is it?" You asked, your hands curling tightly at your sides.

"Do you think you're anything more than a tool to me right now?" She said, giving you a considered look and another shake of her head. "No, no. You're no better than this...knife!" She held the knife up, before tapping the point against her scarred cheek. "Mm, actually, this knife is much better than you." Her smile turned into a smirk. "More reliable, at least."

You said nothing, locked in place at an unspeakable impasse.

"So, those are your options." Strade shrugged again and pressed the knife back against the girl's trembling throat. "So, get. To it."

Your lip shook again and the first beads of tears fell down your face.

God. You couldn't even ask the girl what she wanted.

Strade had said that this had nothing to do with you, but fuck, why did it feel like she was doing this to torture you and you alone?

You said nothing as you settled down on your knees too and crawled towards the girl, trying to make yourself appear smaller, less intimidating, less compelled to hurt her.

I’m not involved with her, your positioning said, please don’t hate me for this.

"I'm sorry..." You murmured, another stream of tears running down your face as you settled between her legs (now held open by Strade's free hand) and rubbed the head of the rubber phallus against the front of her sodden panties, trying to ignore her muffled whimpers as they shifted aside and you eased the toy inside. "I'm so, so sorry. I promise I'll be gentle. As gentle as I can be, I promise, I promise-"

"Your tears aren't worth much." Strade chided you softly, frowning at how slow you were being and gripping the girl’s thigh harder. "Come on, put some fucking effort into it or I'll start cutting."

Your eyes flickered up to the girl's anguished expression, brows knitting together in a way that you hoped translated to sorrow and guilt, as your hips jerked forward and you buried half the length into her cunt.

She cried out loudly, her eyes squeezed shut as a new batch smeared her already ruined make-up, and you murmured a little curse to yourself.

Fuck, there hadn't been any slick there at all, had there?

You couldn't even try to pretend that you would make this experience even remotely pleasurable for her, not in the slightest.

"I hate you," You murmured, your teary eyes narrowing towards Strade with an ugly sniff, wiping up snot with the back of your hand. "You're the worst person alive."

"Such high praise." She smirked and shrugged, like she'd heard it thousands of times before (and she probably had). "But, ah, I don't think your girlfriend is really enjoying this so much."

She slid the knife down the girl's heaving chest, teasingly slow, and cut through the spaghetti straps holding up her dress with barely any effort, revealing a large (and possibly fake) pair of breasts.

"Make it nice for her, why don't you? Put your mouth on her chest."

You cringed internally at Strade's demand, eyes on the knife dangerously near the girl’s heart, but reluctantly did as you were told, lowering your head down and latching your mouth on a nipple, tonguing the swelling bud as your hips moved, back and forth, fucking her deeper.

Your softer movements and warm tongue earned a soft moan, substantially different from the scared whimpers and cries, and you could feel the slow drag of the strap-on between her legs begin to meet less resistance.

"Fuck..." You breathed against her chest, a shameful coil of desire curling inside of you as you continued to service Str- the girl!

"Yeah, that's hot." Strade grinned all the same, filthy and lecherous, the knife now resting against her thigh, away from the girl but adding a dangerous subtext to the whole scene. "How about a kiss too, hm?"

You swallowed hard and raised your head again, your free hand (the one not holding her hip) reaching up to gently cup the girl's trembling jaw.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to help, I am…”

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips through the duct tape, trying to slow your thrusts down again and make this...well, a little nicer than it had been.

You received another soft moan as the girl’s eyes squeezed together, dark eyelashes fanning over her cheeks as she waited for all of this to be over.

You had that in common, at the very least.

“How sentimental. Give me something good to work with, and I’ll think about keeping you both alive, hm~”

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