#it's like you just swapped men out in your mind with other women

[carol-ing]

From your perspective: What is it that lesbians are attracted to in women that we cannot be in men?

It can’t be feminine performance (that’s sexist to claim and obviously false)

It can’t being a female human according to you, apparently,

despite all the evidence studying sexual orientation in 2 sex species to the contrary (seriously how do you think they identify nonhuman homosexuals? Asking pronouns? Nah. Lesbian lions are female lions who only choose to be sexual with female lions)

Vibes? No, too vague. Pronouns or statement of identity(tm)? No, any man could just say the words and not mean it… also again how tf is that meant to evolve. By saying that you claim gayness is a social construct only. Same for saying it’s anyone who feels connected to “lesbian culture” uwu. Pretty clearly false, xenophobic (defining one set lesbian culture) and homophobic.

How about kindness, or bravery, or any other positive trait? Or physical things like muscles. Wait no, those are human traits men can have as well.

Soooooooo what is it? What do you think drives lesbian attraction solely to women and not to men?

Clearly you want me to answer that it's the fucking pussy.

I don't know how to explain to you that being a woman shouldn't be dependent on someone being sexually attracted to you.

[shawtuzi]

this one’s for you anon <33

this is 18+ so mdni thank yew

“oh….wow….”

you were absolutely speechless at the sight between your legs—suguru holding satoru by the hairs at the nape of his neck in a heated….kiss???

you knew nothing good could come out of more than half a bottle of d’usse and two blunts, hence why the two of them were between your legs once again, taking turns obscenely slurping at your pussy—but something felt different this time.

the first time they ate you out, yes their tongues were in close proximity but they never exactly touched. this time around though, they had no problem tonguing at your clit at the same time, moaning in unison as they made out with your pussy and boarder line each other but not quite. until geto abruptly stopped and pulled gojo in for a bruising kiss.

“really? in front of her??” satoru giggled, laughing even harder when geto shoved him away, wiping your essence and the salvia from the kiss from his puffy lips. suguru kissed his teeth, “let’s not act like you weren’t trying to shove your tongue down my throat a minute ago,” he said referring to gojo purposely brushing his tongue against his while they were going down on you.

satoru’s eyes flicked over to you, a smirk tugging at his lips. “look at her,” he chuckled nodding his head towards you, “babies at a loss of words.”

“well i mean how could i not be i just saw you two kiss—with a lot of tongue mind you!” you knew the two boys were very close and had a knack of sharing their women but this was very unexpected, just how far did things go between them??

“him giving me head is as far as it’s ever gone,” suguru said, breaking you out of your thoughts. he continued, “when spend copious amounts of time with someone you begin to get curious about things…didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable if we did—”

“no no!” you squealed, shaking your head. you sat up to get a better look at them, “i’m not uncomfortable i just wasn’t expecting that is all,” you giggled, giving suguru’s arm a comforting squeeze. you leant over and grabbed a roach from the coffee table, now getting comfortable on the couch, confusing the two men kneeling before you.

you sparked the blunt, a mischievous glint swirling in your eyes. “did you like it?” you asked taking a hit of the blunt. geto’s cheeks immediately tinted pink, he cleared his throat before answering, “yeah it was pretty good.”

gojo scoffed, “‘pretty good’ yeah right. you were immobile by the time i was done with you.”

you couldn’t help the laugh that slipped past your lips—the image of suguru geto sprawled out, breathless, and unable to move because of some head from gojo had you a little tickled….and kinda turned on.

“y/n are you okay? your smile is kinda creeping me out,” geto’s words fell on deaf ears, your mind too preoccupied with the best fucking idea you’ve ever had. “i have an idea, a really good one—suguru take off your pants.”

“huh???”

“yesssss!”

“please be quiet satoru.”

and that my friends is how geto ended up swapping places with you, sweatpants around his ankles, eyes rolled into the back of his skull while you and gojo both slurped at the tip of his dick.

“do you like it sugu? you aren’t even looking at us,” you pouted, cupping his balls in your hand, giving them a semi-rough squeeze. suguru’s mouth dropped open, his chest now heaving up and down rapidly.

“i c-can’t look—fuck! i can’t or i’ll cum i can’t i can’t i can’t,” his voice was shaky with every word it was too cute. you’ve never seen him in such a state—it made you kinda jealous gojo got to see him like this whenever he pleased.

“open your eyes suguru c’monnn,” satoru snickered, squeezing suguru’s tip so perfectly it had his toes curling. geto’s eyes suddenly popped open when he felt sloppy kisses against his thick thighs, he gritted his teeth, grabbing gojo by his white locks.

“don’t. do. that.” suguru panted, the urge to cum becoming unbearable. gojo cocked his head to the side, he licked his lips, humming at the salty yet sweet taste that was suguru geto. “what? you don’t want y/n to know how sensitive your thighs are—hmph!” satoru was interrupted by geto shoving his dick in his mouth, a low rumble emitting from his chest.

“thas’ more like it….c’mere baby,” suguru patted the spot on the couch next to him, his other hand still holding gojo’s hair in a tight grip. you were quick to hop on the couch, immediately smashing your lips against geto’s. geto moaned into the kiss, his arm finding purchase around your waist to pull you closer.

you ran your hand down suguru’s chiseled chest, satisfied by the little whimper that slipped past his lips when you began to tweak at his nipples. his hips bucked up making satoru gag, but it was certainly nothing he couldn’t handle. geto’s hand snaked down to your soaked center, he wasted no time plunging two fingers inside, his thumb making quick work rubbing tight circles on your clit.

the three of you stayed like this for a while—suguru sloppily fingering your dripping cunt, meanwhile satoru deep throated sugu’s dick like his life depended on it. “i’m!—i’m cumming!” your pussy clenched around geto’s fingers like a vice, your body slumping against his.

geto still held you close, roughly pumping his fingers in and out in and out until your thighs were soaked and you were pushing him away with whatever strength you had left. gojo pulled off geto’s dick with a lewd pop! “mmm that was hot y/n,” he smiled up at you, running his big hand over your trembling thigh.

“think you can help me finish him off?”

you’ve never been knocked out of your post nut clarity so quick. you didn’t even bother responding, hopping off the couch and onto the floor once more between suguru’s thighs.

man did he look so good right now. his hair that was once in a bun was completely disheveled, strands of jet black hair out in every direction. his chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, along with his face that was also a couple shades redder than when you first started. his muscles were bulging out due to him having the couch cushions in a death grip. yeah he looked delicious.

“ah shit,” suguru hissed when felt two hot tongues begin to caress his weeping tip. you suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on your head, turning it ever so slightly to the side until you were practically locking lips with gojo, suguru’s twitching dick still in the middle. geto let out a low whistle, patting your head gently, “what a fucking sight—ah! this is mmm fuck.”

geto’s praise had you both preening, now making it your mission to make him cum. you swirled your tongue down sugu’s dick to his balls, sucking one into your mouth. you ran your hand over geto’s trembling thigh gently before digging your nails into the soft skin, you dragged your nails down, leaving red streaks trailing behind.

“f-fuck shit—okay m’cumming m’cummingggg,” suguru threw his head back, moaning so loudly and pathetically it had your thighs clenching with need once more. milky white spurts dribbled from his cock and you and satoru slurped up every bit, the feeling of both your tongues lapping at his tip nearly driving him into overstimulation.

gojo gripped you by your cheeks, pulling you in for a nasty kiss full of tongue and clashing teeth. “that was good yeah?” he smirked, wiping spit from your bottom lip. you nodded slowly, mind a daze from what had just happened. gojo chuckled giving you another kiss, which you happily returned.

“doesn’t the guy who just got his soul sucked out deserve a kiss too?”

you both turned your heads to look up a breathless suguru, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. you climbed on the couch, satoru following suit before leaning in to give geto exactly what he asked for.

you’d never been in a three way kiss before but it was definitely something. the three of you took turns sloppily exchanging kisses, and you definitely didn’t miss the way suguru palmed at satoru’s erection, making him whimper into the kiss.

“need some help?” you asked, breaking away from the heated kiss. gojo being the shameless man he was nodded with a pathetic ‘pleaseeee’.

“what do you say sugu?” you purred, looking up at him with the best doe eyes you could give. suguru looked at the both of your before letting out a dramatic sigh, “i guess—”

“YES! REJOICE!!!” satoru jumped up, quickly removing his pants, freeing his aching dick from its confinements. he cackled at the look on suguru’s face,“don’t worry i’ll go easy on you sweetheart,” he giggled patting his cheek.

what on earth had geto gotten himself into???

[ch4mpagnedrought]

friendly game

[full series]

mdni ! art, tashi, patrick

summary: pinning two of the greatest tennis players of our future will not work with you and tashi, in fact, you’ve learnt to share your prizes.

deep breaths. you take deep breaths when taking your racket out of its bag, all five fingers wrapping around the grip tightly, that is so intensely watched by two pairs of curious eyes from above in the stands, inaudibly gawking at the way your black tennis dress, sporting a small nike logo above your left breast, flourishes from around your thighs to expose the surfaces of your skin that don’t see the sun very often.

maybe the single most important game at the 2006 US open, between two upcoming tennis prodigies that also happen to be best friends. an oxymoron on the court really, tashi’s in white, you in black, her in adidas, you in nike, her hair in a tight braid, yours slicked into a low bun. eyes are torn completely apart as the both of you travel across the court, rebutting every single one of each others moves like a choreographed dance, the jaws of your audience slacked open. everybody remains paralysed, leaving the squeaks of your shoes and the heavy grunts of your labour to echo across the stands—until hands grip onto neighbouring knees and the final shot is swung.

“yes!” you shriek, throwing your racket to the ground in ecstasy, letting it bounce back behind you and the strings to shrivel from the force. from across the court, tashi heaves with squinted eyes, watching your celebration with parted lips and stepping closer to the net where you meet her—your arms wrapping around each others glistening shoulders and chests pressing firmly against one another, “good game” she tilts her head to whisper her appraisals and you hum a sweet note, flashing her a smile while the two men blink down at you. their minds completely empty apart from a state of euphoria, seeing two of the most beautiful women they had ever laid their eyes on embrace after a game that was essentially life or death. already replaying the erotic extensions of your legs at every side step, hips swivelling and slender arms extending to shape an image from within the deepest depths of their minds.

the same way that they stood completely still and fixated onto the images of you at the celebratory party hosted for you and tashi. the blonde haired boy taking sips of his drink between all the thoughts that expel from the image of you, mid underhand serve, and run through his mind. while the other faces an image of tashi, mid overhead, and tries not to make it obvious that his gaze slips into imagining anything other than what is underneath those clothes she endorses.

even when you notice their toying eyes, approaching you sat knee-to-knee with tashi at a table having just spent the last twenty minutes dancing with one another that hadn’t gone unnoticed by them either, “art donaldson and patrick zweig, right?” their eyes are momentary frozen wide before art exhales an exasperated breath, choking up on nothing. “in the flesh” patrick mumbles, fidgeting with the rim of his coke bottle. your eyes dart from one boy to another, left to right, both of their shoulders tensing as they watch tashi’s lips uncurl from the pink straw of her orange drink, guiding the bottle towards your own lips, pressing the straw into your mouth nonchalantly to share a sip of the beverage, and the sweetness of her lip gloss.

“that, that game…it was seriously breathtaking” art chokes out to the both of you, looking down admirably at you and noticing the small freckles the sun has peppered on your nose that hadn’t been visible from the top of the stands. tashi thanks him, putting the straw back into her own mouth and projecting a mental image of you and her swapping more than saliva into patrick’s mind.

his feet shuffle on the spot, shaking away the thought, “you dealt with the loss much better than i would’ve.” lightheartedly he jokes, gesturing towards tashi and sending her a small smile, “how do you two stay friends?”

“we’ve been friends since childhood,” tashi takes a glance at you, but you’re already looking back, “there’s no bad blood, we learn from eachother.” the palm of her hand flattens on your thigh momentarily, leaning back further into the couch. patrick and art huff, elbowing one another, “just like us.”

they flatter the two of you, showering you with compliments, all while trying to make it seem as if they hadn’t been discussing what exactly they would say to you for the past couple hours, until you and tashi were standing in front of their hotel room door, silently leaning closer to hear whatever was going on inside. “they don’t have time to come here” a muffled voice speaks from behind the door, and another groans loudly.

you and tashi share a small smirk, holding back laughter when she knocks on the door to hear a sudden ruckus.

“hi” “hey” they sing simultaneously, mouths agape like two little dogs, panting at the sight of a treat, or drooling at the ring of a bell. neither you nor tashi even have the time to greet them, patrick opening the door a little wider and beckoning you inside, coming together on the floor of the questionably coloured carpet with a single can of beer in the middle.

patrick leans back onto his hands. “so, when did you two become friends?” tashi points a finger between the two, wrapping her arms around her knees and tilting her head in curiosity. “we’ve been bunkmates since we were twelve” he answers, and art glances down at his crossed legs with a nervous smile. you nod your head, whispering a small “cute” under your breath and brushing patrick’s wrist with your fingers when taking the beer he offers, making the hairs on his arms stand upright. the beer is warm and bitter, and you pass the can to tashi after leaving a wet imprint of your lips that art would try to discreetly swipe his tongue over only moments later.

“you share girls often?” you ask and patrick’s brows quirk up, corner of his mouth tilting upwards. “this is our first time.” art says, pinkish blush spreading across his nose and the apples of his cheeks that implies his mind is drifting somewhere else. “why? are we not your type?” tashi laughs, leaning over towards art and tucking her hair behind her ears, his eyes following her closely, “aren’t you two everybody’s type?”

the boys shift in their positions, patrick lifting his hips up into the air briefly to get a little more comfortable and art pressing his hands into his knees, sharing a glance between them. all of the breath you exhale meshes into a palpable energy, and your gaze switches between art and patrick in a way they’ve already grown to love, their faces twitching with an eager awkwardness, “are you each other’s type?”

art chuckles out, “no…no.” he denies with a head shake, patrick peering over his shoulder at him silently, “no, we’ve never done anything like that.”

your’s and tashi’s eyes meet briefly, lips turning up into a smile.

“well…” patrick begins and art immediately jerks his head towards him, hoping that he wasn’t about to say the one thing he didn’t want to share, “i mean…”

“patrick, no.”

“don’t be shy, you have to tell us now” you tempt, a playful glint in the glance you give art.

patrick clears his throat, “you know, i just, taught art how to jerk off” he explains casually art’s right of passage while he holds his head in shame, painting an image of him being covered in his own ejaculation, over his stomach and legs like he had just “spilled milk” all over himself.

“that was a really adorable story” tashi hums, placing a hand on your shoulder to hoist herself up from the floor, and reaching out to help you up too. two pairs of eyes follow you around intently, admiring the tips of your fingers that swipe over various objects in their hotel room and feeling a little embarrassed about how obvious it is that they cleaned it only around 10 minutes ago. random pairs of boxers making an appearance from underneath the two single beds that they had pushed together, and an alarming amount of cigarette ash on the surface of the drawers.

tashi’s hand finds your wrist and guides you onto their bed where you take a seat patiently, criss-crossed, waiting for one of the boys to catch on and join you, while they are utterly immersed in the idea that the two of you are real and really in their bed.

silently, you usher them towards you with a tilt of the head, both of them jumping to their feet, basically leaping onto the bed so all four of you make a square, knees very slightly brushing against one another. theres a silent anticipation, tension weaving around all of you and luring your bodies closer. you take a quick look at each of their faces, their dilated pupils and irregular breaths, and move your lips closer to art’s, watching him inhale deeply like he wants to take all the air from your lungs for himself. then patrick, that selfishly attempts to lean his face closer before you can pull away.

you look towards tashi, who inches her face closer to yours, lips parted slightly and meeting in the middle for a kiss. in your peripheral vision, it’s hard not the notice the way that art and patrick are restraining themselves from punching a fist into the air out of joy, loud and shallow breaths caressing your cheeks. your mouth opens wider, leaning in deeper to consume every part of tashi’s lips in a hungry craze while her hand reaches into your hair to pull you closer. the two other men that keenly wait had slipped out of mind, still staring with a captivated stillness when you pull away from one another.

all you have to do is lean back onto your hands for art to pounce onto the side of your neck that becomes exposed, while patrick leans in to plant a kiss onto tashi’s jaw. on the surface their lips travel across the curve of your necks, heads fallen back, suctioning until they can taste the flavour of your perfume that lingers on your skin, while your hands exchange messily beneath; art’s touch feathering on your arm and reaching for tashi’s shoulder, and patricks arms intertwining with art’s to extend and touch your’s and tashi’s thighs.

patrick nuzzles his lips into divot the beneath tashi’s ear, journeying across her shoulder and onto your own in one smooth line, nearly head-butting with art when he shuffles to grace tashi with the same tender attention.

your hands scrunch into patrick’s dark hair, body involuntarily aching until you draw him closer to your face by the chin to connect with his lips. he balances himself in front of you, planting his hands at your sides to allow him to move even closer to you all while tashi hums into art’s gently mingling lips.

pulling back from patrick, you move onto art’s swollen mouth that glistens with lip gloss, tasting the remnants of tashi and yourself on them. all four of your faces coming together in the middle, so close that there is a dangerous lack of oxygen.

tongues pressing flat on top of another, swiping over bottom lips to feel every ridge and an accumulation of hot air. you become lightheaded at the different hands that grope over your figure, being pulled in by the back of your neck. there’s a contrast in the way each one of them kisses; tashi’s lips are familiar and firm, patrick’s are similar in their starved manner, and art’s yearn to take every molecule you are made of and ingest it.

tashi catches on immediately to the way that your left hand squeezes hers and pulls back to leave only art and patrick breathlessly grasping onto the others torso, noses pressing against each other at every tilt of the head and tongues slipping astray. the moment is only short, you and tashi glancing at one another, unbothered at whether they have noticed that you’re gone or secretly fulfilling a guilty hankering.

“okay.” tashi says, slapping her palms across her legs and sending a smile at the two boys. bottom lips slicked with one another’s saliva they remain frozen, only inches apart.

“goodnight, we have an early morning tomorrow.” you buzz, patrick and art separating only to let you slide past them on the bed, tashi following close behind and you wrapping your arms around her bicep absentmindedly.

neither one of them are able to make a sound, mouthing a “goodnight” that isn’t audible, admiring the way both of your curly brown hair sways behind you, walking out in the matching shorts they wonder if you ever swap.

they look at one another, then at the imprints in the floral blanket that your bodies left, scrunches where exactly you sat that they are both ready to smush their faces into. all while you and tashi stand outside of their hotel room once again, tuning in to the muffled dialogue about art’s grandmother before scurrying down the hotel hallway—hand in hand.

[pixiesfz]

part 2 of this

moving on j.r x reader

plot: you are an adult now and move to Manchester

warnings: in this jill never played at Arsenal and also this has some heavy themes of SA and toxic relationships

Years later you had gotten out of your family home, earning enough money to fly out to Manchester and own your apartment, leaving your family behind.

You had healed.

You were openly out and had made many friends in the city. You sometimes went out to watch the soccer, men's or women’s. It gave you the comfort that reminded you of Jill.

You had seen her Instagram, your finger hovering over the follow button for far too long.

Career-wise your life had been doing amazing, all your singing writing as a teenager had paid off as you sold your songs off to famous singers and heard them sing them on stages.

You had recently finally settled into your apartment, just adding in a small detail here and there.

Your favourite part of owning your own home was the control you had, picking which sheets you used, choosing what paint color you would paint your bedroom walls, and finally choosing who you let in.

You never told your parents where exactly you were moving, you just said Europe and left.

You didn’t want them trying to control you in your own home.

It was about your fifth week in Manchester when you met Ellie, you were walking from a local furniture store with a rugged stool in your hand, you thought it wouldn’t be a hassle to walk but when he offered you two for the price of one you took it.

And now you couldn’t see where you were going.

Ellie was walking nearby and noticed your struggle immediately, walking over and offering to help you.

“I’m Ellie��� she introduced herself once she placed the stool in front of your door

“Y/N” you smiled before looking at the door and then back to the older girl “Would you like to come in?” you asked, a blush roaming over your cheeks.

Ellie nodded “Yeah I would like that”, you nodded back before opening the door for both of you as you placed the stools down nearby.

You had swapped numbers that night, an obvious connection being created as you saw each other more.

You had created some friends in your workplace, sharing fun ideas with each other and sharing stories.

“You and Ellie are so perfect it’s like a movie” Olivia gushed as you told her how she brought you flowers last night. “I know, she’s amazing” you laughed, placing your papers down.

“It’s good being able to love in person, not behind a door” you told her and she nodded, already knowing about your past life when you lived with your parents.

“I’m happy for you”.

You had been so infatuated with Ellie that you never heard of the news of Jill’s move to Manchester City from Wolfsburg. Personally you were following Manchester United but Ellie was big on City so when she dragged you to a Manchester derby you were a tad bit excited.

You had also invited Olivia and her husband to come with you as you all sat down in the stands. The game was starting soon as you cheered for the girls in red, you knew they would most likely lose from how good you heard City were doing but you still had hope.

Jill had walked out onto the field, shaking her hands to rid of her nerves, she craned her neck round after before shaking her legs, a small ritual she did as she walked onto the ground.

There wasn’t a big crowd today, due to the earlier game time but she didn’t mind, usually, when she played in small games she was more aware of all her options.

You were watching the united girls warm up in front of you, joining into chants here and there, your girlfriend refusing to sing the chants with you.

“Oh C’mon babe just one” you whined, pulling out your finger to represent the number “You sing a city one then” she shot back and you shook your head “Only if you sing united”

“Ok what about Roord, she’s my favourite player” your girlfriend said and your skin went pale.

“Roord?” you question and your girlfriend smiled “yeah Jill, she plays for your international team, I’ll teach you all about soccer babe it’s fine”

You reached your head around to see the City girls and there she was.

She was taller, her hair was blonder and she was still as gorgeous as ever, Jill.

Your Jill.

You choked on your water, throwing a thumbs up when Olivia’s husband asked if you were okay.

When the game started you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her, fortunately, Ellie was too into the game to notice your very obvious stare at the Dutch player.

When the game ended 2-0 City’s way you watched as your girlfriend ran back to the stands to grab a pen.

Jill had started her lap around the oval, deciding to go do it herself instead of with Kerstin because she didn’t want to stand through another lovey-dovey conversation between her and her girlfriend.

You had been talking to someone behind you when she heard a Dutch accent, being intrigued to find a Dutch person at a game but when she looked up to you she was frozen, ignoring the fans calling her name.

“Y/N?”

You turned around from the sound of your name only to be met with the eyes that you fell in love with years ago.

“Y/N?” another voice popped up and you turned your head to your girlfriend who had knocked her head in the direction of Jill.

“Oh, Ellie uhm- “

“Do you want that signed?” Jill asked, directing her hand to the City jersey Ellie held in her hands before she nodded

“How do you know my girlfriend?” Ellie asked before you looked at her weirdly, Jill also looking up with shock

“We went to the same school” Jill smiled dryly before passing back the shirt “Uh it was nice to see you,” Jill said to you before walking straight to the tunnel, skipping the rest of the fans.

You shared weird looks with all of your friends. Ellie’s eyes looking down at you. “Why did you never tell me you knew one of my favourite soccer players?”

You shrugged a fake laugh escaping your lips “I guess it just never came up.”

The car ride home was silent, Olivia and her husband left in an Uber from the game to go to her parents house, which left you and Ellie in the car alone.

Usually, this wouldn’t matter to you. You and Ellie are in the car together all the time.

This felt different. She hadn’t looked at you since you got in and her knuckles were turning white at the steering wheel.

“Ellie-“ “When you told me your parents found you with a girl once was it Jill?”

You were taken back from the question “Why does it matter?” you ask and she rolled her eyes “Was it?”

You scoffed “I don’t see how it’s any of your business but yes, yes it was”

You saw her knuckles turn even whiter as she turned into her apartment. A pit forms in your stomach “Can you drop me home to mine?” you ask and she turns to you “It’s late y/n, you know I don’t like driving at night”

You pursed your lips nodding “alright” you said and got out of the car.

You decided to shed some light on the situation as you went in “Do you want to watch some Netflix, you can pick a show and I’ll make popcorn” You smiled and Ellie nodded, a slight smile on her lips as she kissed your cheek and made her way into her bedroom.

“That’s not the living room!” you joke but you hear no reply.

Once you finally finished the popcorn you walked into the living room to see no Ellie “Ellie c’mon housewives is on!” You yell out to your girlfriend who finally comes back in with black trousers on, she looks a bit blushed but you ignore it.

“hey” she smiled at you before sitting next to you “What were you doing in your room for so long?” you asked softly and she shrugged “Got distracted on my phone I guess” she shrugged and you nodded

Minutes later your fatigue started to take control of you as you rolled to the pillow next to you, Ellie watching with a smirk.

“I have a surprise for you” she whispered and you hummed “What is it?” you asked and she smiled up against your ear before kissing your neck gently “Here”.

You pushed away when she pressed her body against your back and you felt it. She must have put it on whilst she was in her room.

You just wanted to have a rest on the couch “Not tonight El” you told her, taking her hand and kissing it gently.

But Ellie didn’t seem to like that idea because she pressed harder against you “please I just want you so bad”

You shook your head “I’m not that into it tonight” You shrugged and tried to sit up but your girlfriend's arms pushed you back down before she hovered over you.

You panicked “What are you doing?”

“I want you,” she said and started kissing your neck as you tried to push her away but instead, she grabbed your hands and pulled them above you “Stop fighting it you wanted it last week”

“Get off me,” you told her, now using your legs but they were no use as she sat on your lap “Ellie stop-“

You were silenced as her palm hit your face “Shut up”

“I’m going to fuck you and you are going to like it”.

[storiesfromafan]

Benny x Reader Pt 3

A/N: not going to lie, this didnt turn out as good as I had hoped. But it helps progress the story haha.

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“What was it like the first time you went to a Vandals picnic?” Danny asked, sitting at the counter in your kitchen, recorder resting before him.

You were cutting up vegetables for a stew you were cooking. “It was like a big family reunion. Good food, good drink, good fun”.

“Big family reunion, huh?” Danny chuckled.

You laughed. “Yeah. You have the men gathering together or small groups, drinking and talking shop. While the women gather and swap stories and looking after the little ones”.

“How did that day go for you?” Danny asked with genuine interest.

~~~

When Lilly had called you that morning to ask if you wanted to go to a Vandals picnic, you had been a tad hesitant. But after some reassurance and a few stories, along with mention of racing and Andy taking part, you gave in. So here you were, at a Vandals picnic. You’d dressed for the occasion, light three-quarter sleeved sweater, dark slacks and tennis shoes. From how muddy the location got; you thought best to not wear anything too good.

Getting out of Lilly’s car you noticed a group of women a few meters away. And then Lilly came over, linking arms pulling you over to them. She greeted them warmly and introduced you, to which they greeted back, as well as introduced themselves. Most of them seemed nice, while a few looked you up and down. None the less you fell into this group, talking and drinking, their little ones playing or running around you all.

You looked around, taking in the groups of men. Some were just drinking and talking, others were by some bikes checking them out, and a few were play jostling each other while laughing, no doubt on the drunk side. Watching two of them topple over each other, falling ungracefully onto the grass, you laughed at them with a few of the women.

Benny had noticed you as soon as you got out of Lilly’s car. He’d been anticipating you to show up, as Lilly never missed a picnic, and your brother was racing. So he figured you would show up. Benny thought you looked better then when he last saw you, though he had secretly hoped you’d worn another dress. He would have loved to see those bare legs again. Which then led him to some scandals thoughts, such as you in a dress and straddling his lap. But he could wait, there would be another time to see you in a cute dress.

You finally landed on Benny, who was standing around with Johnny and another man, beer in hand and his eyes on you. Like a moth to a flame. A look crossed his face when he realized you had noticed him staring, and it made your heart skip a beat. What was it about Benny that drew you in? Sure, he was good looking, looked amazing on a bike, and there was this air about it that was exciting but comforting.

Lilly nudged your side, a small smirk on her face. “You good?”

You turned from Benny, though could feel his eyes still on you. “Yeah, I’m good”.

“You sure?” She asked, still smirking but a little bigger. “You wouldn’t want to go over to some guys and chat?”

You shook your head, feeling your cheeks warm up.

“Come on” Lilly giggled, linking arms and dragging you over to the three men you’d just been looking at. And to one of them in particular.

All three males looked up when Lilly came bouncing over, you trying to dig your feet into the ground to stop her, failing terribly. If you weren’t sure how to act before, you didn’t know now. This time you would have to speak in front of him or to him, and he to you. What would he say? What would you say? Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest, your mind running wild.

“Uncle Johnny, Brucie and Benny, I’d like you to meet my good friend (Y/N), well officially introduce you, Uncle Johnny and Benny” Lilly said letting go of your arm.

“Hello. Nice to officially meet ya” said Johnny with a small smile. “Was an interesting way to find out about ya the other week”.

You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, wishing you could forget how both men had seen you. “Ah, yeah...not how I usually make an entrance”.

Lilly laughed at your words.

“What entrance did you make?” Brucie asked confused on what he missed out on.

You were about to explain before someone beat you to it.

“Angel here was riding Andy’s racer before he fixed out the issues with it. She came flying towards Fred, Johnny and me, but managed to pull off a slide stop without crashing” came Benny’s gravelly voice. His baby blues – which you now know – trained on you, watching you closely.

How was this man even real? It should be illegal for him to look and sound the way he does. Benny was a walking, talking temptation.

Brucie whistled. “Guess you take after your brother”.

You turned back to Brucie. “I guess so, though we worked and rode bikes together when I was a teenager”.

Brucie nodded. “Of course. You looking forward to seeing him race?”

You smiled. “Yeah, I am”.

After that small talk was made, which put you at ease. Though Benny was still watching you, you could see him from the corner of your eye. Soon a few of the guys came walking past, telling you all that the races were starting. Upon hearing Andy’s name, you and Lilly took off to find a spot to watch the races. The distance you put between yourself and Benny allowed you to relax, the air returning to your lungs.

Picking to stand on a small hill that overlooked a quarter of the track, you and Lilly looked at each other before laughing with excitement. When the three riders lined up, you saw Andy was in the middle. Lilly called out ‘go Andy’, which he turned seeing you both and waved. With the drop of a bandanna they were off, you bouncing on the spot hoping and praying Andy won and was in one piece.

For most of the race you could only hear the bikes, but when they came back into view you and Lilly were chatting ‘come on!’ and holding on to each other’s arms. The last few turns were on the sloshy side, making it great to slide but also dangerous. But eventually Andy crossed the line first, you both cheering and jumping up and down. You both decided to hang around and watch more races. Over time more Vandals and women came to watch. Including the one person who had a way of putting you in a choke hold with a look: Benny.

Benny had finally got away from Johnny and Brucie, making his way over to the race area, and you. He didn’t hide anything, just casually walked up to where you both were standing. Smoke in hand, Benny took the place next to you. You didn’t notice till after the current race of a presences next to you. When you turned and looked at him, Benny watched as your eyes widened before turning back to the racetrack. He smiled to himself at your reaction.

Lilly, sensing a change in you, turned to find you both had a new companion. “Well, nice of you to join us” she said with a smile.

Benny nodded, taking a drag from his smoke, holding it for a few seconds before realizing it. He didn’t say anything, just stood there. He was watching the race that just started. But every now and then he’d look at you from the corner of his eye. He studied your profile; the slope of your cute nose and how your lips were slightly full. Every now and then you looked down before back up, no doubt your mind running with thoughts.

You felt nervous being so close to Benny. You were trying to not let his close proximity effect you. Taking a deep breath, you slowly released it, hoping it would calm your racing heart. It only worked a small bit, if even that. You lowered your eyes, looking to Benny from under eyelashes. He looked to be watching the race, but you had a feeling he was watching you. You felt like there were eyes on you. Looking back to the race you lift your gaze to watch the racers come into view before coming to the finish line.

“Hmm” mused Lilly, watching you and Benny. “I’m going to get a drink, you both want one?”

You shot her a look that said don’t leave me. But she just smiled at you. Benny just nodded his head. “Alright, I’ll get us drinks. Be back soon~” Lilly finished with a bit of a sing-song tone.

You watched her skip off toward the group of women, before turning your gaze back to the racetrack, moving to cross your arms over your chest. Now what? It was just you and Benny, who was once again looking at you. What could you say? Would he talk? Just then Benny finished his smoke, tossing it to the ground and stomping it out.

For Benny, he was trying to work out what to say. In this situation it was the females that would talk to him, but you were different. Maybe you both were similar like that, that silence spoke more then actual words. But how long could it go on for? He wanted to hear you speak, he wanted to hear your sweet voice.

“I gotta say...” Benny began, trying to choose his next words. “You can handle a racer pretty good��.

His gravelly voice hit your ears and sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t expect him to break the silence. Words stuck in your throat, not being able to get out.

“It was like seeing an Angel on wheels” he added, hoping to get anything out of you.

That snapped you out of your silence. “Ha. The saying is Devil on wheels” you scoffed. Before feeling a little embarrassed by your brazen words.

Benny chuckled with that gravelly voice of his. “I know the sayin’ Angel” – Benny lent in towards you – “but when a gorgeous girl comes sliding on a bike before me, it was like seeing an Angel on wheels”, he then winked.

You could have swallowed your tongue. You could feel your face heating up, and no doubt your were going pink. The way he just complimented you set your stomach a flutter. No guy had ever said anything like that before. Sure a few small compliments, but mostly men told you – in various ways – a woman didn’t belong on a bike. You’d been cursed and ridiculed, shunned by some people too. Yet here was a biker giving you a compliment.

Finally you felt your tongue loosen, even with his heated gaze on you. “It was just a racer” you spoke softly, “nothing like your bike. It was light and easy to handle”.

Benny nodded. “That’s true, but you still handled it good. I know a few racers that would crack up in that situation”. Again he gave you praise, which only embarrassed you further, yet it also seemed to calm you.

“Maybe...” was all you reply with.

“If you want...I could teach you to ride my bike” He stated, feeling self-conscious, something that rarely happens to Benny. “It might be heavier but I think you could handle it”.

His words took a moment to sink in, when they did all you could do was slowly nod your head. After that silence fell between you too, while turning back to the racetrack and riders before you. Though every now and then you would steal glances at the other, seeming more comfortable after talking to each other.

A few minutes later Lilly came bouncing back, two beers and a pop in hand. She past you the pop before handing Benny a beer. He didn’t waste time taking a swig while looking at the riders on the track.

Lilly nudged your shoulder, leaning in to whisper, “what happened!?”

You hit her arm, glancing at Benny to make sure he hadn’t herd. And you didn’t think he did. “I’ll tell you later” you whispered back, which Lilly pouted at.

The rest of the afternoon you spent hanging out with the women and kids, talking and laughing. Benny was always with some of the guys, but would keep an eye on you, just like you would him. A few women noticed, making some comments that embarrassed you. One even tried to warn you about him, but Lilly said to not pay her any mind. Sure Benny wasn’t perfect, but he was a good guy.

As the sun began to set, that was when you and Lilly decided to make tracks. A few of the Vandals protested but Lilly said you both were expected back at hers for dinner with her parents. And her mum wasn’t a women to keep waiting. So off you both went. An eventful day that was the start of something to come.

~~~

“Over all it was a good day” you smiled to yourself.

Danny chuckled. “Seems like it. What happened next with you and Benny?”

You smiled wider at his question, knowing you’d tell him everything.

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Sensitive. (Captain Price x Reader.)

!NSFW, Smut, Cursing, unprotected p-in-v sex, alcohol, fingering, age gap MINORS DNI! (THIS HAS BEEN RE-EDITED AND REVISED SO I WILL BE REBLOGGING IT.)

Being the only woman on base with task force 141 was obviously challenging. Aside from Laswell who was there every once in a while, it was just you on a base full of men.

Everyone was on base, awaiting orders to go after Makarov since Hassan had been eliminated. You went out on missions when instructed to, but for the most part it was silent. Nobody had any idea how long any of it would take. It could take even months until Makarov was tracked down, they just had to wait until Laswell had information.

Dealing with the rest of the men in 141, their bickering, their whining. Their inability to do normal every day things. Like laundry, picking up after themselves, all of that. Even in the military you expected them to be a little bit better, but they weren’t.

It seemed a little sexist to you that you were the only person to ever do anything around base, but on the other hand. If you swapped with them, you'd be doing hard labor or outdoor chores which you didn't really like. You didn't mind cleaning or doing laundry. It was pretty easy.

The only thing that you weren't much of a fan of, was the constant talk about women.

Sex, sexuality. You were a virgin despite being in your mid twenties. You'd never admit it, but you were. It wasn't always your favorite subject and for some reason, you had never matured enough to desire sex with someone. Sure, you got aroused. But it never drove you to want to have sex with someone.

The first time anyone was ever suspicious of you being a virgin was in a game of ‘never have I ever.’

You almost fell for one of the questions and this worried you.

They were onto you. You could tell by the way Soap asked the question and gave everyone else a subtle look. Sort of like ‘We're suspicious you're a virgin and we're gonna find out sooner or later.’

You knew you'd never hear the end of it if they ever found out you were a virgin, and you knew, as sex deprived men, they'd unintentionally look at you like a piece of meat. I mean, they already kind of do it. Unintentionally of course. Unless it’s Soap.

Soap always tried at you. Flirting with you. Spending as much time as he could with you.

He was into you and you could see it from the start. The only person you ever seemed to want to talk to, was your captain. John Price.

The only thing with that is, he's your captain and he's pretty straight forward. Never much for holding a conversation. He wanted you to finish your tasks, and that was it.

The only time you ever really got to talk to him was when he was taking over your watch. He'd come up a few minutes early sometimes and talk to you about random stuff. You enjoyed the conversations, and you knew he did too. Sometimes you'd save some of the sweet snacks from your MRE's and share with him up there, and maybe you did it a couple times on purpose so you could share with him. You thoroughly enjoyed his company, even when you knew he was only passing the time.

The first time something really crossed your mind with him, was when you were telling him about something funny from your childhood. He happened to place his hand on your thigh for a brief second. Just one split second and every wall you had built came crashing down.

Every night you were wide awake thinking about him, his fingertips drawing shapes on your skin, or his hand between your thigh. It’s completely forbidden, you shouldn’t think about him that way.

His lips looked soft and kissable, and you could only dream of the way his facial hair would scratch against your skin. His sweet tongue gliding through your folds. Wrapping your hand in his hair. The thought of his facial hair scratching the skin between your thighs. You were starting to lose sleep, couldn't focus, wouldn't finish your lunch in time which meant you hadn't been eating as much.

You were completely and utterly taken away by the thought of your Captain, and if one of the guys found out about this? Game over for you.

You were taking watch and you couldn't think straight, so you watched the cameras while sitting down.

You were so stressed out, and so caught up by him. So addicted to the thought of what sex would be and feel like with him. He has to be so rough. Rough hands, enough to leave bruises with his fingertips. He was strong and masculine. He was brash when he needed to be and sometimes he got angry. You were there for a lot of his outbursts and despite how intimidating he was, it only fueled the burning fire inside of you further. You just wanted to experience it for yourself.

"Earth to Y/N." He snaps in front of your face.

He startles you, you jump back. You hadn’t realized he was there, you’d never even heard his footsteps. It was bad.

"What? Sorry.." you trail off, your face heating up immediately. "Been trying to get your attention kid." He chuckles. "Sorry. Been a little distracted lately." You smile. "That's alright love, we all do it occasionally. It's just part of the military, yeah."

You nod your head. "Anything specifically bothering you?"

"Uhh.. yeah.. but.." you swallow hard. "I'm not sure I'm ready to talk about it."

"Hey." He rests his hand on your thigh and you almost don't hear what he's saying. Swallowing hard as you looked at his hand. You thought about how it would feel if it crept up your thigh, his fingers going insi-

"You can always talk to me, you know? All hours, all the time. I care about the welfare of my team." He smiles. He’s trying to be sympathetic but all you can think about is his massive hands on your skin.

You nod your head. "I'll be able to talk about it soon, I just need to think it through a little more." You smile.

—

A few weeks later, after being horribly embarrassed by Soap, you were frustrated in your small room.

He'd made a couple comments about how for "someone who isn't a virgin, you sure do seem like a prude." Causing the other men to laugh, causing you to blush a deep shade of crimson. He kept it up until you finally left.

You couldn't sleep. And you couldn't take this feeling you were feeling anymore.

You stood up, and walked out of your door. Making sure nobody would see you, or where you were headed. Peeking around every corner.

You were wearing your night clothes which nobody really seen. Some shorts and a t-shirt. You shivered a little as you made your way for his door. You gave a small knock and when he opened it, your stomach fell. Your cheeks heating up.

White t-shirt that hugged him perfectly. Still wearing his camo cargo pants.

"Y/N?" He asks. You freeze.

"I.. I" you stutter.

"You're ready to talk hm?" He smiles.

You nod your head. "Come in."

He closes the door behind you, and motions for you to sit down at the little table that’s up against the wall. He notices your attire.

You sit down and he offers you a glass of bourbon, which you take. You'd become accustomed to the taste since being in task force 141.

"So what's going on up in that head of yours, kid?"

You breath out. You hated when he called you that, despite there being a significant age gap, it didn't bother you any.

"I.." you swallow hard. "I know you're my Captain and I'm not really supposed to talk about this stuff with you. But.. everyone here talks about.. sex. Constantly. It's pretty much all I ever hear about anymore." You let out a small laugh.

"And.. sometimes they flirt with me. And it's okay. But.." you look down.

You see him run his tongue along his bottom lip. He adjusts the way he’s sitting.

"But you're a virgin." He crosses his arms.

You look up at him quickly. "How.. how did you-"

"Sweetheart, on my end? It's all I hear about. They talk about it constantly when you aren't around. Besides. Don't take this the wrong way but you are pretty... Quiet and reserved." You nod your head. "I just.. can't imagine how much fun they would have torturing me if they found out, if I told the truth."

He laughs just a little bit. You could tell this isn't really his thing.

"So.. I have another question.” You say nervously.

"Yeah sure, anything, lay it on me." He leans back, crossing a leg over the other.

You close your eyes. "I.. I know this is wrong. But.. will you.. take it?"

Your voice is so low it's almost a whisper.

And he looks confused. So beyond confused that when it finally clicks what you're asking him, his eyes widen like saucers. The glass he'd brought up to his lips making him cough slightly as he drew it back, sputtering on the drink inside. Once he regains his composure, wiping the spilled bourbon from his mouth. "I-I'm sorry. What?" He places his glass on the table. "Do you mean you want me to..." You keep quiet.

"Y/N... This could get both of us in much more trouble than you think."

"I know…”

He sits there for a second. That sweet innocent look you have in your eyes. And maybe he lets it get the best of him. Jerking off in his bed after hours, being hard for no reason because of how deprived he feels. He always felt this way in the military. Months and months on end, no real human contact from women.

And sometimes, the glances he'd take at you. Your pretty thighs, that young virgin pussy between those sweet legs. It's hard to lay out the pros and cons when you were right here, right now. Ready for him to take all of you. This was so beyond shocking to him, you're so young, what the hell did you want with him? And he wonders, if he tells you no, who else would you ask?

He sighs. "Okay." He breathes. "Okay I'll do it. But.. I've got to warn you." He looks at you, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. "I'm not very gentle."

You swallow hard, nodding your head. "That's okay."

"Tomorrow. Just.. tell them you're sick and can't make it for evening training. And meet me back here okay?" You nod your head.

—

You were so beyond nervous that your skin felt clammy and you were shaky. You barely got any sleep at all.

You told them you were sick and when they took your temperature, it was actually high because of how nervous you were. So they put you on a 3 day rest. You didn't know it yet, but you were gonna need it.

When everyone left, you made your way to his room.

You knocked and he opened the door, letting you in quickly. Shutting the door behind you. He moves toward the table, picking up the bottle of bourbon and pouring a glass full. Almost to the brim. He picks it up. "Here." He passes you the full cup of bourbon. "Finish it, Cmon. All of it.”

You start gulping it down, flinching. You wanted to draw it back but he kept tilting the cup up with his hand. Your head tilting back further, the taste getting worse with each gulp you take.

You finish it, not even flinching as you set the cup down. "Atta girl." He smiles. "It'll help take away the sting. You’ll be buzzing soon.”

He walks over to his bed, sitting down on it. "Cmere baby." He breathes. You make your way over to him, and he pulls you closer by your hips. "Have you ever been touched before? At all?" He asks. You shake your head. You began to feel the small daze from the bourbon. "Why me, love?" He asks. You smelled tobacco and cologne on him, he was fucking intoxicating. "I.. I don't know. I trust you."

He runs his hands up the side of your thighs and up onto your hips, pulling your shorts and panties down your legs, revealing you to him. The first time anyone has ever taken a look at your most precious parts.

You grip his wrist as he rubs his fingers over your opening. A whimper leaves your lips.

He breathes out. He can smell the arousal on you.

He grasps the hem of your skimpy tank top and pulls it over your head. You tighten your thighs together, so turned on you can barely think straight. "Captain-" you gasp out as his fingertips brush over your nipples. He draws his tongue against 2 of his fingers, bringing them down between your legs, his touch lights a fire in you. He rubs them over the bare skin, your eyes fluttering closed and your hips moving into his touch. He has you right in the palm of his hand.

He pushes his boxers down his legs, revealing his hard cock to you. You swallow hard.

He's larger than you expected.

"Are you sure you want to do this sweetheart?" He asks. You nod your head eagerly. He pushes you back, standing up. He basically towers over you as he presses his lips to yours, and he kisses you just like you thought he would. He kisses you hard and sloppily. He was going to be rough with you, and you were going to enjoy every single second of it, even if it hurt. His facial hair scratches over you, you’re not very good at it, but he knows you’re new. Taking the lead. He’ll show you.

He spins you around, laying you on the bed and positioning himself on top of you. Moving himself between your legs. "I.. I know this is your first time and all.." he swallows hard. "And I hate to do this but we have to be fast sweetheart." You nod your head, and he has a hard time.

You're so innocent and sweet and as much as he loved it, he almost felt bad that he was about to ruin it. Utterly destroy that sweet innocence within you, he was going to fill you full. Make you feel things you've never felt before.

He spits in his hand, rubbing it up the shaft of his cock. Coating the fat tip in saliva. Drawing his hand lower and rubbing the remaining wetness onto your opening, after he glides his hand across your opening, he realizes it was unnecessary. You're already soaked.

He realizes, just as he's lining his cock up with your entrance, this isn't just because you don't want to be a virgin anymore.

This is because you're attracted to him, he thinks about it.

The blushing, sharing sweets with him and no one else. Resisting Johnny’s advances constantly. He has to bring himself back out of it, and you're staring up at him. Nervous and shaky. He presses the tip of his cock at your entrance and slowly starts to sink into you. He knows it's gonna hurt, but he knows you're wet enough. He glides the tip across your opening, gathering the wetness and pushing past your folds.

He clamps his hand over your mouth and slides in completely, one hard thrust and he's bottoming out in you. A strangled gasp leaves your lips and is muffled by his hand, your eyes widen before clenching shut for a second. He knows you're hurt now, you've got tears running from your eyes. "It's okay. It's okay, just relax sweetheart." You're shaking, and he knows it's overwhelming but the worst of it is over now.

He glances down and notices quite a bit of blood on himself, and bites his lip in nervousness. Maybe he was a little too rough.

"Are you okay?" He asks. You nod your head, tears still streaming freely from your eyes. "Your first time.. it's gonna suck."

You nod your head. "You're bleeding pretty badly sweetheart. Do you want me to stop?" He asks. You swallow hard. "No. Please don't." He gives you a couple more minutes, and begins moving. Sliding himself out of you and back into you. You started to get used to him.

Your tears dried up and you stare up at him, still so sweet and innocent despite being deflowered.

"C-captain.. you can go faster." You spread your legs wider for him. He's taken back by how quickly you've adjusted to him. “You can call me John, Sweetheart.” He pants.

He draws his hips back and thrusts into you. Feeling the tip of his dick bottoming out into you, fucking perfectly. You squeeze around him and your wetness allows him to move perfectly. It's the best he's ever felt. He almost can't keep it together, pulling the rest of his clothes off quickly.

He holds your thighs up and fucks into you faster. He watches your arousal drip off of you and onto his sheets. Soaking his cock and his bed. He leans down, kissing you hard. Drawing his tongue down your neck and chest, sliding out of you to pull away. "Lay on your stomach sweetheart."

You skeptically flip yourself over and he leans over you, sliding himself into your hole from behind and thrusts his hips into yours.

He leans down, sucking marks into your skin, biting the skin on your shoulders softly as you moaned into his pillows, the smell of him so intoxicating you can’t form words. He grasps a handful of your hair as he gets closer to his high. Holding you still.

He grasps your hips with his other hand and raises you up, wrapping his arms around your front, and only then do you see the mirror on his wall. Your back is to his chest, his knees are looped into yours. He's holding his hand over your stomach, and his other snakes around to your front, rubbing fast circles on your clit. You can barely contain your moans.

He thrusts faster into you, he's going to cum embarrassingly fast. He hasn't had sex in a few years, your tight pussy pushes him to the brink of an orgasm in just a few minutes. Your moans get louder and he almost can't keep you quiet. Thank god nobody would be around for about another half hour.

You looked down to where the both of you connected in the mirror, and couldn't believe it.

You'd given your virginity away, to your fucking captain of all people. And you loved every single second of it. You felt a knot beginning to form in your stomach. "Watch me fuck you sweetheart." He breathes. "Watch me fill this tight little pussy so full..."

"Here." He grasps your hand, bringing it down. "Rub your clit sweetheart." He takes a firm grasp on your hips, his fingertips would leave bruises just like you'd imagined they would.

And you're right on the edge. Rubbing fast circles on your clit and whimpering as you push yourself up to the edge. You can't help but lean forward into the wooden bed frame, holding onto it for dear life as he ravaged you. "That's it sweetheart," he pants, thrusting harder and harder into you. "Fuck baby- you have me so fucking close." He closes his eyes tight, desperately holding back.

"J-John, I- oh god!" You gasp out.

"Cum for me love, give yourself to me."

A mewl leaves your lips, the sweetest moan he's ever heard as you hit your high and it feels like his blood stops pumping. It's the sexiest sound he's ever heard. He almost blacks out as his orgasm hits him. He groans out, barely remembering to pull out but does last minute, eyes locked shut and he's in a daze as he cums across your back.

When he finally remembers to breath, he opens his eyes.

You still have your eyes locked shut and you're sweaty and still panting. He watches you closely in the mirror. You're fucking perfect. Hair damp with sweat, beads of sweat dripping down your chest. When he looks down at the base of his cock, your wetness still gathered there. He can't help but let out a small laugh. "Shit.. you.." he laughs. "You made me cum so fast."

You blush. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry sweetheart.. I loved every second." He bites his lip. Tilting your head back, his hand resting on your throat as he kisses you passionately.

—

It was supposed to be a one time thing.

You both agreed as you left that day that it was 100% a one time deal.

But.. that didn't last long.

You both couldn't sleep during the night, couldn't focus during the day. Dazed and confused and completely lost in thought, thinking about one another. Thinking about how the other felt, how desperate they were.

He was the first to cave, having a normal conversation with you. He looks at your thighs, knowing the sweet spot that lies between them. "I can't stop thinking about it, you know?"

He interrupts.

"I can't either." You blush, looking down. That innocence still there. "Captain.." you mumble. "Yeah?"

"I didn't.. just want you to take my virginity just because.. I didn't want to be a virgin anymore."

"Hm?"

"I.. I like you. And I know I know. It'll never work out between us. I know that. But.. you touched my thigh that one night I was telling a funny story. And I'd never ever been sexually attracted to anyone before, ever. From that night on you just.. were on my mind. Every night I was up late thinking about you. You've been distracting me for the last couple months."

He releases a sigh, staring at you. He slides his hat off his head.

"Fuck it." He growls.

He grasps your face, kissing you passionately.

The both of you risk your team, supposed to be on watch but fucking each other in the watch tower instead.

It starts out slow but progressively turns into more and more. Riding his cock in the chair in the watch tower as he stares up at the cameras. Trying his best to keep his composure. Thrusting his hips up to meet yours, his filthy words haunted you day and night.

At dinner, if you sat next to him. He'd finger fuck you and you'd palm him through his jeans. Sometimes you'd even free his throbbing cock and stroke him under the table. Sometimes if it was late enough, he'd slap your ass when no one was around. A squeal would leave your lips and you'd stare at him.

The first time he did it, you spun around and glared at him, completely bewildered and all he did was smile and bite his lip, a mischievous grin on his face.

After training in a tank for a few hours, you were left alone to clean up with him. You didn't do much clean up for the first half hour, all he did was fuck you stupid from behind until you were both drenched in sweat and completely fucked out. It was a wonder you hadn't been caught.

Anytime you were in a room together the sexual tension was thick. He struggled not to jump you and fuck you right where you sat every single second of every single day. He wanted to bury himself in your sweet pussy forever.

When John was making his way to the mess hall, he ran into Soap one night. It was probably around midnight.

"Cap." He nods his head. "Soap. What's up, can't sleep?"

"Eh. Not really." Soap picked up his water bottle. He'd been eating some chips.

"What about you?"

"Thirsty." John mumbles. Soap can't help but laugh. John looks at him in confusion.

"What?"

"I know you're fuckin her, Captain."

Johns blood runs cold. "What?"

"I know you're screwing Y/N but don't worry. I won't tell anyone." John is bewildered for a moment. "I- I uh.."

Soap can't help but laugh. "I've never seen ya so.. soft, cap." Soap laughs. "You're happier than you ever have been."

John didn't want to admit it. He loved every second he spent having sex with you, but there was more to it than that. The few times you'd fallen asleep on his chest. You were warm, comfortable. And it was dangerous how much he liked you.

"Alright. Ya caught me. How'd you find out?"

Soap laughs. "Seen ya leaving her room late last week. Could only mean one thing." John laughs.

"So.. I can't believe she went for your old ass." Soap laughs.

John rolls his eyes. "Yeah right. You're just mad it wasn't you."

Soap laughs. "Maybe just a little."

"So.. I gotta ask." He smiles. "Was she a virgin?"

"Uh.." John hesitates. "Yes."

They both jump, you've completely startled the both of them. You've got your arms crossed.

"Oh.. hey Y/N." Soap smiles nervously. "So you were a Virgin huh. I fuckin knew it." He shakes his head. Soap shakes his head. "It's only a matter of time until everyone else finds out."

"You keep it quiet Soap or so help me-"

"What are you so worried about?" He asks.

"We risk our entire mission."

"You're a Captain for christs sake, almost everyone answers to you. Nobody here is gonna rat you out, just have some fun. Who cares." Soap laughs. He grasps his water bottle, walking away.

You went to turn back to look at John but he grasps your arm, spinning you around and pinning you to the countertop. He kisses you hard, lifting you up onto the countertop. He pulls your shorts down your legs. Moving himself between them. "This is a bad idea Captain." You pant.

"Yeah, maybe. But I don't care." He smirks, lining himself up with your entrance.

[yanderu-deredere]

chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

[littleredwing89]

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 2

PRINCE OF GOTHAM - PART 2

CEO!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings – Language. NSFW Smut. Brief Derogatory & Misogynistic language about women.

A/N: Please remember this is a revised version of “The Intern” but swapped out Roman for Jason. Hope you all enjoy the next chapter! :) xoxo

The smoke curled thick around the four men situated around the poker table in Roy’s rich mahogany furnished games room. Jason rolled the crystal glass against the green felt, the rattle of the ice cubes echoing in his mind. He hadn’t been able to think straight all night. You’d plagued his thoughts since the gala, the scent of your perfume still invading his senses.

Oswald flicked his cigarette into the ashtray at the side of him, eyebrow curved upwards as he frowned at Jason, “That's the worst hand you've played tonight”.

Harvey laughed before taking a sip of his whiskey, savouring the woody flavour, “Hey Todd, try betting the ownership of The Iceberg. See if your luck'll change”.

The pair of them waited for a sarcastic or biting remark but Jason stared at his cards, still rolling his glass, paying no real attention to either of them.

“I think we lost 'im”, Oswald cackled.

Roy leaned back in his chair, putting out his cigar, “I think we have”. He grinned knowingly towards Jason.

“Do you think if I take his wallet he'll notice?”, Harvey flipped over his cards, smirking with glee at Oswald’s crestfallen face.

Shuffling the cards again, Roy dealt out the cards swiftly, “Hmmm, likely not but considering he's cleaned out, I doubt you'll actually be able to get anything”.

Jason was aware of the conversation around him but he couldn’t bring himself to join in. Not when his mind was conjuring images of you, spread out on his bed sheets with your hands bound above your head with his tie. He cursed under his breath, feeling the front of his trousers becoming uncomfortable.

Harvey watched as Jason’s cigarette burnt at the side of him, resting in the ashtray forgotten about, smoke billowing wildly, “I bet you anything it's that tight pussy from last week that's got him so worked up”.

“Oh, I remember, that hussy in the red dress?”, Oswald threw his used cards towards Roy waiting for the next hand.

“Yeah! That’s the one. Can't blame him, she's got a sweet ass. Ain't that right, Harper?”, Harvey downed the rest of his whiskey, pouring himself another large helping.

Jason glared towards Roy, silently murdering him with his gaze. He didn’t want to think of any other man touching you, let alone one of his closest friends.

Roy ignored Jason and shrugged casually, “I have no clue what you're talking about. She simply works in my department”, with a devilish glint, he turned towards Jason, “I bet you’d know about it though, wouldn't you Todd?”.

Scoffing loudly, Jason rolled his eyes, “I told you, nothing happened that night”. The lie slipped off his tongue easily although he wasn’t sure Roy believed him. He’d known him long enough to spot the tell-tale signs.

“So that sweet piece of ass is fair game?”, Oswald perked up, his interest piqued.

Jason gripped the edge of the poker table, controlling the twitch trying to spread across his face. His lips wanted to snarl at Oswald and tell him to stay the fuck away. But he had no right. It was just a quick fuck. That was what you both agreed. He swallowed the bubbling jealousy about to answer but Roy barked out laugh.

“You’d have more chance fucking a penguin”.

Harvey spat out his drink, almost choking. Oswald growled something under his breath, flipping Roy the finger.

“I don’t have time to get attached to a tight little pussy only worth a few fucks”. 

As the words left his mouth, the distaste left behind was rotten. It didn’t feel right talking about you that way. The conflict churned his stomach and it was something Jason wasn’t entirely used to.

Roy attempted to slide two cards across to Jason but he shook his head grabbing the bottle of whiskey from the centre of the table, “And on that note boys, I’m going before you take my last $100”.

“Do you have to take the bottle?”, Harvey grumbled.

Jason ignored him, slinging his jacket over his shoulder, digging out his phone from his front trouser pocket. No new messages. He’d been hoping you’d have made the first contact. Possibly trying to coax him into another encounter. Not that he needed much convincing with you.

When he looked up from his mobile, he saw Roy smirking at him with a knowing look. It made Jason uneasy. How did Roy know what he was planning? Or was it just that obvious he was still hooked on you?

“Need me to sort a lift to your apartment, Todd?”.

It was only after years of knowing the asshole, he heard the teasing tone in his voice. Oh he fucking knew alright. He saw right through him.

“Nah, I’ll be fine, I fancy a bit of fresh air”.

Roy chuckled under his breath, “Sure”.

———

You huffed, staring down at your dress. Wade, the foul mouthed head of security, otherwise known as your date, had cancelled on you at the last minute, telling you he had a family emergency. You weren’t entirely sure if you believed it or not. Something didn’t feel right. You stepped out of your heels and dropped them next to the full length mirror, throwing the emerald dress back into the closet. Your eyes lingered over your appearance. You’d made a real effort for him tonight. A tiny lace thong with a matching bra, paired with a pair of black stockings.

Just typical. Now you remembered why you didn’t like dating. You grabbed your silk robe from the end of the bed, wrapping it around you as you wandered into the living room. Take-out and a terrible movie it was. You ordered your favourite pizza via the app on your phone. That way you didn’t have to talk to anyone and mask the sadness from your voice. Perfect.

Lounging back on the sofa you wrapped your fingers around the TV remote, flicking through to find a trashy film or maybe you’d finally finish watching that guilty pleasure TV show you’d fallen in love with. The loud knock on the door startled you. The pizza couldn’t be here already, surely? You pushed up off the sofa and headed through to the front door, opening it without second thought to your attire.

Fuck. Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. Jason. His charcoal shirt untucked and a little dishevelled, matte black tie hanging loose around his neck and his dark suit jacket slung over his shoulder. Fuck. The smell of whiskey and spice spiralled around you.

You slammed the door shut, pressing your back against it. Your heart hammered wildly against your chest. What the fuck was Jason Todd doing outside your door? You’d been under the impression last week was just a one off. Nothing more than sex. Extremely hot, mind blowing sex. But just sex, none the less.

There was another rap against the door, rattling it gently and you opened it slowly. His forearm was resting against the door frame, his tall stature towering you as he looked down. You stared up into his blue eyes. They were hooded and a little smirk curved his lips upwards, “Who did you think I was?”.

“The pizza guy”.

He laughed and inched his head down lower, eyes scanning over the delicate silk wrapping your body, “Do you always greet delivery people in your just murdered my husband robe?”.

His gaze made your body heat up, shivers travelling down your spine. You shrugged casually, giving him a flirty smile, “Only when I want my food free”. His scowl made you chuckle internally.

You opened the door a little wider and stepped back slightly, “Come in, before someone else sees me like this”. 

Jason made his way into your apartment quickly, brushing past you. You noticed the half empty bottle of whiskey in his hand and rolled your eyes, wondering what or where he’d been before coming to you. He looked around your home with interest, gaze running over your photos by the bookshelf. The whiskey was discarded on the coffee table, his suit jacket tossed over your armchair messily.

“Make yourself at home”, you grumbled under your breath, picking up his jacket and hanging it neatly over the back of one of your dining chairs. You dropped down onto the sofa, sighing happily as the cushions welcomed you.

He laughed before joining you, his arm stretching along the back, fingers brushing along the back of your neck, “Why are you wearing this on a lonely Friday night?”, his eyes raked your figure, noticing the sheer black stockings covering your long legs.

“Maybe I was waiting for you”, your eyes sparkled mischievously as you folded one leg over the other, allowing him a glance at the lace topping of your stocking before letting the silk robe fall down, covering it up.

Jason choked, caught off guard by your forward statement. He swallowed, looking over your face, “Seriously?”.

You laughed, not quite believing you’d managed to reel Jason in that easily. You guessed the whiskey wasn’t helping his brain function. Shaking your head, you grinned, “No, my date cancelled on me unfortunately”.

He frowned, feeling a wave of jealousy twinge in the pit of stomach. You were going to wear that for a date? What were you going to put on, over it? Or was your date just going to come round to your apartment and…he stopped himself, not wanting to picture that.

Jason’s fingers gripped the back of the sofa slightly wondering if you’d wear that for a date with him. He pictured ripping it off piece by piece as you begged him to give you more. He licked over his bottom lip before muttering, “A date?”.

“Yes, a date, I don't suppose that's against company policy?”, you raised an eyebrow looking directly at him. His face was stern, sharp jaw locked tight.

He shook his head and rubbed a hand over his cheek, scratching over his dark stubble, “So, what were you planning to do instead?”.

Running a hand through your hair, you leaned back against the sofa, “Eat take out and watch a film”, you waited for a reaction but he just stared silently, “You’re welcome to watch it with me if you want? But I can’t promise the film will be Oscar worthy though”.

You had to admit this was uncharted territory. You didn’t know what the protocol was. The CEO of the company you worked for, had turned up at your door uninvited and slightly tipsy. The same CEO who you’d slept with last week and hadn’t been able to take your mind off. The same CEO who’d given you the impression it was just a ‘one off’.

“Please tell me this isn’t Titanic…”, he muttered whilst kicking his shoes off under your coffee table.

You smiled, “Nope…it’s a mafia film”.

“Oh, they’re my favourite”, he grinned happily.

It wasn’t that far from the truth. It was about a mafia boss. But, the point of the story was far from mafia dealings. You smirked to yourself and folded your legs under you, settling as you pressed play on the movie; 365 Days.

———

You flicked your gaze across to Jason, hiding the little smile on your face. You watched his features set into a tense frown, eyes not moving from the screen. His entire body was rigid. You had fully intended to turn it off after the first 30 minutes but you’d enjoyed teasing him far too much.

“I thought you said this was a mafia film?”, he ground out.

“It is”, you replied innocently pointing to the dark haired Italian man on the screen, “He’s the mafia boss”.

Jason finally turned to you, his eyes blown black. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip and edged closer to you on the sofa, “This is practically pornography”, his voice was thick with lust. Every scene playing on the screen, he pictured in his own mind with you.

“You’re exaggerating! Just sit back and enjoy this cinematic masterpiece”, you waved your hand to him, brushing him off before turning back to the screen, ignoring him.

“I think”, he growled low, “You put this on to tease me”.

When you looked at him again, he was practically on top of you, caging you down onto the sofa. The scent of his cologne engulfed you making you feel dizzy. His arms were resting either side of your head, making sure you couldn’t escape. You gasped and pressed your palm on his chest, feeling his heart pounding.

“You’ve been sat there, all the way through this film, in your sexy-come fuck me-stockings…tormenting me”, he wedged himself between your thighs, spreading them wide before leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear lobe, “Well princess, I think it’s your turn now”.

You swallowed thickly, feeling your entire body reacting to him, craving to be closer. He smirked, letting his hands run up your thighs, the lace topping of your stockings felt perfect against his skin.

“Jason…”, you felt the sparks shooting across you, lighting every nerve on fire.

He tugged at the tie on the front of your dressing gown, pulling it open revealing the expanse of your naked flesh. The high rise thong framed your hips perfectly making Jason wet his lips. He couldn’t drink you in quick enough.

“This all needs to go”, he growled and helped you out of the robe, throwing it to the side carelessly. His fingers snapped the waistband of your thong making you whine his name again. When his fingers dipped under the lace, you expected him to slip the material off you but he didn’t. A loud tearing sound made your eyes flash open, Jason had ripped your panties off you, dropping the ruined fabric onto the floor.

Your face knitted with anger. You went to scold him - those were expensive.

“What the-”.

“I’ll buy you some more princess”, he ground his hips into yours, rubbing his bulge into your core. A frustrated sigh left his throat before he crashed his lips against yours with a fiery passion quelling any of your earlier complaints.

You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, tugging on it and earnt a deep groan from him, which you swallowed readily. The sound shot down to your core, desire slick between your folds. Jason’s hand wound around your back, unclipping your bra before throwing it over your sofa. You purred softly, letting your tongue dance with his as you continued to kiss, desperation peaking between you both.

You arched your back pressing your body into his. The expensive cotton felt perfect against your heated skin. There was something incredibly erotic having him fully clothed, covering your bare petite frame beneath him. The tip of his tie tickled over your sensitive flesh.

He smirked, his ego inflating at the way you reacted to his touches. His rough fingertips grazed down the valley between your breasts and over your toned stomach. You whined when they dipped into the indent of your navel.

“Jason…please”, you begged, circling your hips to entice him. 

He continued lower until he stroked a finger through your silken core. Your wetness coated it. He hummed appreciatively, adding a second finger. You threw your head back against the arm rest, moaning unabashedly. The euphoria buzzed through your veins but you needed more.

Jason flicked over your clit, “You’re so wet for me sweetheart and I’ve barely touched you”. He grinned before continuing with his sweet torture. Your hand gripped his forearm trying to guide him where you wanted him but he resisted with a devilish smile.

The knocking at the door made you both jump. You looked up at Jason through your thick, dark lashes. Your lips were swollen from his bruising kisses.

“Who the fuck is that?”, he grunted.

“Pizza”, you sighed, disappointed at the interruption.

Jason dipped back down, his lips marking your neck eagerly, enjoying the way you mewled and shivered. The knocking sounded through the apartment again making him nip your collar bone roughly. Fingers dipping into your tight core.

“They-”, you panted and dragged your nails through his hair as he continued to thrust into you, “They won’t go away”.

“Fuck!”, Jason tore himself away from your body, growling deeply as he stormed towards the door. The front of his trousers were painfully constricted due to the throbbing of his cock. He threw the door open, glaring at the young teenage boy with the pizza box in his hand. The boy squeaked when he saw Jason, withering under his irritated stare.

“P-pizza f-for Y/N?”, he stuttered and went bright red seeing the pile of tattered lace on the living room floor. Your silk gown strewn over the glass coffee table lazily, bra hanging off the lamp behind your couch. He caught a glimpse of your bare legs before squeaking when Jason huffed loudly. The delivery boy struggled to meet Jason’s gaze, instead choosing to stare at the button at the top of his own shirt. The heat flamed his cheeks at realising exactly what he had interrupted.

“Take this and fuck off”, Jason snapped, throwing a wad of folded notes at him before slamming the door. He ran his fingers through his messy hair, heading back towards you on the sofa.

You had to bite back a smile at Jason’s attitude. He dropped back onto the couch, looking down at your naked body. He groaned, hands palming your tits greedily. His thumbs brushed over your nipples as he leaned down, kissing your throat. You writhed under his touches, burning for more.

“Y-You do know that you just gave him an $80 tip right?”.

“Pocket money”.

Losing his patience, Jason forced your legs apart and unzipped his pants, shoving them down quickly. His cock sprung free, slapping against the bottom of his shirt. Your eyes traced the length of it, mouth going dry at the delicious thoughts. You couldn’t wait to feel the sting of it as it stretched you, dragging against your walls as he fucked you.

He smirked watching the way you eyed him greedily. The look on your face was enough to boost his ego nicely. Using one of his hands to pin your wrists above your head, he guided the head of his cock between your damp folds, teasing your clit with it. You shivered under him and rocked your hips.

“Jason please!”, you whined, sucking your plump lower lip between your teeth.

His fingers dug into your wrist as he sunk his full cock into you, bottoming out. Your head flew back as the burning stretch of his cock sent pulses of pleasure up your spine. He groaned deeply and pressed his face into your neck, continuing his quest to mark you up as his own. His hips started to drive into you wildly.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”, you cried out repeatedly, trying to tug your hands free. You wanted his shirt off. You wanted to trace every muscle on his back and scratch your nails down it. You wanted to hold onto his hair and yank it as he fucked you just the way you needed it.

“No one’s gonna fuck you like this princess”, he rasped in your ear, “Never”.

His words careened in your mind as the euphoria coiled deep in the pit of your stomach. The drag of his cock against your tight wet walls was pushing you higher. He was right. No one had ever fucked you like Jason. Which scared and electrified you at the same time. You moaned his name loudly, forgetting the neighbours, as he changed his angle, hitting you even deeper than before. Your vision became blurry with desire.

“Look at the way your body responds to me”, he gloated, looking down at your breasts, the way they bounced with every thrust of his cock. A damp sheen covered your body as you felt the familiar flush running over your skin.

“You can’t get enough of my cock, can you?”.

You so badly wanted to snap at him but your body betrayed you, desperate to climax. You hooked your legs around his strong waist, pulling him closer to your body. The fabric of his shirt was rough against your overly sensitive skin.

“Oh god!”, your eyes rolled back into your skull as you felt the orgasmic tidal wave start to crash. Your blood ran cold when he stopped. His thrusts became languid, keeping your climax at bay.

“You going to let me fuck your tight little pussy whenever I want?”, his lips curled upwards, smugness radiating off him.

“W-what? Jason- please - I’m so close”, you begged, rolling your hips against his, eager for more friction than he was giving, “Don’t fucking stop”.

“I asked you a question”, he grunted and thrust into you sharply once, before returning to his slow, maddening pace, “Are you going to keep letting me fuck you, princess?”.

You whined when he thrust into you then huffed in frustration when he wouldn’t continue, “Yes!”.

“Yes what?”.

You glowered up at him, cheeks hot with desire, “Yes I’ll keep fucking you”.

“Only me?”.

He was starting to piss you off. You could feel your orgasm ebbing away with each lazy thrust into your sopping pussy. You growled, ripping your wrists free from his grip, locking your hands around his neck.

Yanking him down to your mouth, your lips ran over his, your hot breath mingling with his, “Yes! I’ll only fuck you! Now if you don’t make me fucking cum I’ll kick you out and do it myself!”.

Your words made his eyes darken and he resumed his brutal pace, driving deep into your core. One hand gripped onto your hips and the other held onto the arm of the sofa, helping him thrust into you harder.

Your moans were depraved as he fucked you into the soft plush of the cushions, ripping your orgasm from you possessively. Your nails scratched down his back, under his shirt, enjoying the way his face winced between pain and pleasure. 

The white hot burst of flames exploded behind your eyes as you came, sobbing his name into his shoulder. His thrusts became sloppy and uneven as he neared his own end. Cock pulsing inside you.

Jason groaned huskily as your pussy strangled his cock, tipping him into his own powerful orgasm. He shot rope after rope of hot cum into your core, fingers bitterly biting into the flesh on your hip. You’d definitely have bruises tomorrow. You weren’t even sure if you’d be walking straight tomorrow after the way he’d pounded into you.

His body rested into yours slightly as he caught his breath, his arm propped on the back of the arm rest taking the brunt of his weight.

You stroked your hand up and down his back, regaining your own breath and sanity. Your legs were still locked around his waist, heart beating erratically. 

His lips brushed your cheek delicately and he pushed himself up to look down at you. Your hair was dishevelled, lips swollen from his bruising kisses. You looked delicious. He could easily delve back in for another round but he’d at least allow you to rest first. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Moving off you eventually, he reached out to the coffee table to grab your robe, allowing you to wrap it around yourself as he zipped his pants back up.

“I just want to clarify-”, he started but you cut him off immediately. 

“Please don’t kill the afterglow Todd”, you chuckled and ran your fingers through your messy hair, “I know what you meant. It’s fine. Just sex is all that I want too”.

He went to speak again but you placed your finger over his plump lips, “Yes, only with you”.

Jason licked the pad of your finger, grinning at you, “Perfect”.

You shivered and stood up, not bothering to tie your robe. It fluttered open allowing him to glance over your naked body, “You’re welcome to stay, the night is still young after all”. You winked and sashayed through to your bedroom. You heard him shuffling before catching you up, arms immediately coiling around you from behind.

———

Wrapped up in the sheets of your bed after the second round, you turned to face Jason, stroking your fingertips along the grooves of his muscles, “Where did you put the pizza?”, you pressed a kiss to his chest and murmured, “I’m starving”.

Jason blinked before looking a little sheepish, “Well- I- errr…”.

You watched him before realising exactly what had happened. You groaned and pressed your face into his solid mass, “You paid him and didn’t even get the pizza?!”.

“In my defence I was a little preoccupied”, he winked smugly and tightened his arm around your waist, tugging you on top of him. He enjoyed the way your tiny frame instantly sank into him, not that he’d admit it.

“You owe me new pants AND a pizza”, you huffed and poked his chest playfully, “I honestly can’t believe you”.

He shrugged, “We could just order another one, it’s not like I can’t afford it”.

Whilst his answer sounded arrogant, you knew it wasn’t intended that way. You rolled your eyes and inched your face closer to his, your breath fanning over his lips, “But can you control yourself until it gets here?”.

“That's a tall order princess”, he closed the gap instantly, nipping your bottom lip before rolling you over, trapping you underneath his bulk. You laughed into the kiss snaking your arms around his neck.

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[dykedvonte]

people act like wanting to discuss how anya being male would affect the story/the themes erases the actual game from existence, like is gone or somehow cheapened by fans doing what fans do

i think you don't like those (happy) ending baby aus and neither do i but it kind of feels similar where the exploration of possibilites is discouraged entirely or considered disrespectful towards the source material or a sign that the fans don't understand the original message which is such a weird viewpoint to have

especially because i think the game lends itself to these kind of conversations/fan content... bc yeah while it wouldn't be the same if anya was male, but that doesn't mean you can't use a male anya au to criticize the patriarchy/rape culture? it would maybe help some people to look deeper into an au like that especially bc it would require THEM to use their brain and maybe confront their own biases

It’s like a ridiculous thing to be so upset about in my mind because it comes from a place I keep seeing in this particular fan space of people interpretaing personal views as like canon analysis.

It’s a game that deals with multiple sensitive topics on a lot of different fronts and of course a lot of the fans are going to go about engaging with it in different ways. Too many people are getting mad at others for depicting things in ways they don’t like even if it comes from a place of personal experience with the subject matter or other real life lived experiences.

I don’t like the idea that Anya has to keep the baby but it’s not unheard of that victims end up having to and it’s not evil or missing the point to admit that or explore it through an au. It’s not happy nor do I think it’s a post canon fix it like some are deposited as but from what I’ve seen of them I’ve only gotten ones that are real and upsetting and deal with the stress of having to care for your rapist child. Again, the concept of Jimmy refusing to take responsibility and forcing it on to others even when they shouldn’t have to.

With the idea of male Anya and female Jimmy the conversation of autonomy, patriarchy, sexism, misogyny and rape culture can still very much happen. It is a lot more nuanced and muddied just due to how male victims are addressed, if addressed at all, but to think it disregard the points of the game means you have a shallow understanding of all of the themes at play in tandem. The idea it’d affect his life less completely misses the point he would feel a shame and guilt about being assaulted by a woman but it fostering a child. Many people in real scenarios would assume he’s only saying it wasn’t consensual because he doesn’t want the kid despite discomfort and fear around Jimmy. Theres the idea that Jimmy would guilt him to care for the baby and thus her back on earth which furthers the idea of being stuck with you abuser along with how Anya may be compliant because men who defend themselves are still seen at fault. If everyone’s gender is swapped it opens the discussion of how women can be complacent in n rape culture too.

I think a sign of a good piece of media is if enables transformative conversation on the subject matter. I think the issue people are having is not understanding that there isn’t one right way to act in the scenarios we were given, that victims find themselves in. It’s a lot of people getting upset at others who react differently and acting like putting those opinions out there is damaging when it’s just another real perspective someone is either opening up and sharing or trying to depict.

[radioactivewisdom]

What about a healthy romantic relationship, do you think that's actually possible? Is it still impure even if the relationship itself isn't sexual, since romantic love technically stems from one's sexual orientation? I'm the same as you, bisexual but have only been in love with a women once. I could never bring myself to think about her sexually even though I was so infatuated with her. People have told me that if I don't want to have sex with someone then it's just friendship and I can't be "in love" with them, but the feelings I had were not friendship. I never actually wanted to have sex with any of the people I had crushes on/was in love with. It's so obviously gross and degrading regardless of how physically attractive I find them. I wonder does that still make me lustful though, since I technically am "physically attracted" to them, despite my repulsion of sex acts themselves? It doesn't mean much to me though where my attraction comes from or how it's defined. I'm not an animal so I can choose what parts of animal nature I do and don't act on, and I'd rather not degrade someone I love. Sorry for all the questions. I try to not worry about any of this too much, I don't plan on seeking out any kind of relationship anyway. I used to fantasize about being in a sweet, pure kind of relationship a lot but I know it's a coping mechanism and I need to be happy with myself. And besides, I don't like the idea of having to factor in what someone else wants in the decisions I make so I'd be better off alone. That's the thing about relationships, it's kind of inherently a trade off of free will. You'd have to meet someone whose soul you're in perfect sync with to not have to compormise at some point.

Yes, I do. In fact, I believe it’s the only worthwhile love, and everything else is a farce. Society denies the legitimacy of bonds between adults who don’t act on physicality because this world’s main goal is to sell sex. To acknowledge the fulfillment found in no sexual relationships would mean the undoing of billion dollar industries, political empires, and the breeding system all together.

What you felt was real love. I have always felt the same. I would never want to defile another person by imagining them in a sexual way. I don’t think sexual orientation requires a desire for sex, hence real asexuals and their relationships. Especially since real love is an attraction to another’s heart and essence. Men and women present different aesthetically and you can feel a draw to that without it being sexual.

The collective can’t make up their minds though. On the one hand, they’ll wax on about how the love between parent and child is the most unconditional. Another example being the love one shares with a pet, being cited as the most pure. Both of these relationships are devoid of sexuality, at least they should be, and are upheld. Yet, mention a romantic relationship devoid of sex, and suddenly it’s not real..

Sorry for the derail. A real romantic relationship is possible, but incredibly rare, and unnecessary for growth. It would only happen if the two coming together had something to bring about in this world that they couldn’t do alone. Even lustful relationships can lead to growth for those who once experienced them. Unfortunately, most people become obsessed with physicality and addicted to recreating the same dynamic but with swapped out partners.

I can tell you from personal experience that there is SO much love to be found within yourself. I’m constantly told by the collective that I should feel bad for being alone and in lack of something, but my life continues to become more and more meaningful. I have felt love like no other, and an intense sense of belonging from some of the simplest pleasures. A conversation with my friend, a walk through the park, have all led to overwhelming joy. I have yet to see the love I’ve experienced replicated in any romantic relationship.

I don’t mind your questions at all :) They’ve been great and I relate to some of the feelings you have expressed in all of them.

[desmon1995]

Title: "The Turnbull ACs and the Night of Brutal Machismo: A Warriors Album Breakdown

One Slate review on The Warriors concept album knocked it for pulling punches on violence and toning down homophobia. I'm not here to address the latter (that's for another post), but I’m perplexed by the former. Less violence? Really? Because if we strip away the music, what you’ve got is essentially a survival thriller with the occasional comedic flare, and nowhere is this more obvious than with the Turnbull ACs. This gang, a terrifying mix of BIPOC men fueled by deep-seated anger, represents raw, unchecked violence—and they bring it full force in their villainous track. The Turnbull ACs aren’t just your typical street thugs; they roll in like a storm on a mission. Their song? An anthem of brutal machismo, laced with misogyny and menace. And Tato, their leader, doesn’t hold back, either. He's practically salivating over the things he wants to do to the Warriors. When he whistles, they’re expected to listen. When he tells them they “look like cute little cakes I want to slice up,” we know exactly the kind of violence he has in mind.They even come armed to the teeth on a school bus, a disturbing image that tells us we’re way past street fights and tough-guy brawls. The Warriors, especially Swan, barely have time to process what they’re up against. These men aren’t just threatening—they’re literally revved up to mow them down. The ACs see themselves as vigilantes, out to punish “those nasty women” who dared defy what they view as the natural order. Never mind that the very person they’re avenging—Cyrus, a leader who called for unity and peace—is a woman. Ironically, the ACs completely ignore this fact, reducing her to “one of the guys,” an acceptable woman by their standards, to justify their actions.Here’s where the album slips into uncomfortable truths. We have a marginalized group of men—Puerto Ricans, to be specific—hunting down another marginalized group, BIPOC women. Why? Because a lie from a white man put them at each other’s throats. The ACs’ brand of violence isn’t cathartic or noble; it’s a display of what happens when people are weaponized by the real villains in the system: those at the top, feeding them misinformation, pitting them against each other to keep their own power intact. And the album makes it heartbreakingly clear that it’s these elites who benefit when the marginalized go to war.The Bulls don’t process trauma; they redirect it. They think their violent “justice” will somehow heal the wounds of living in a world that’s already against them. Instead, what we see is the bitter truth: hurting others doesn’t make you whole. It doesn’t cure pain. When the Warriors escape, the ACs don’t even feel victory—they’re left hollow, mourning losses they haven’t begun to address. Because for all that violence and bravado, the act of violence is empty. And it’s only when that adrenaline fades that they realize the sadness still festers.As a culture critic—and as a man—I know this toxic cycle all too well. Men are taught to swap sadness with anger, to channel every hurt into rage so we don’t seem “weak.” It’s a lie that feeds isolation and festers hate, a destructive path we’re told is the only way to prove strength. But The Warriors doesn’t just expose this toxic masculinity—it dismantles it. The ACs don’t come out stronger; they come out broken. And in doing so, the album shows us what violence really is: a poor substitute for healing.In the end, the Warriors escape, but the Turnbull ACs are trapped in their own pain. The album reminds us of a simple truth: “real” strength doesn’t come from brutalizing others. It comes from having the courage to process hurt, the humility to be vulnerable, and the ability to choose peace.

[laundryandtaxes]

Hi- I love your style and your fashion sense! I’m looking to buy my first suit, do you have any tips? I’m rather tall and heavy so I’ve been too nervous to try any on but I’d really love to get a suit 🥲

My only major tip is to only purchase from a retailer that allows you to buy the jacket and trousers separately. For instance, when I purchase an OTR suit I first make sure that the trouser and jacket sizes I want are both in stock (easy to do via email) and then leave my trouser size swap as a note in the order. The reason for this is that, otherwise, a 46 suit jacket, for instance, will come with 40 waist trousers- a 6 inch "drop" is standard sizing, but that works for almost no women and likely a minority of men as well.

Otherwise, I'd say any old guide to suit fit from a classic menswear perspective will do you well. The fit at the shoulders is non negotiable because it is difficult and expensive to alter shoulders, so it needs to be just right- the shoulder lean test where you lean a shoulder into a wall to ensure that the jacket doesn't land too far before your shoulder is a fairly reliable fit indicator. If your shirt sleeve is not visible with your arms at your sides naturally, then the suit sleeves are too long- whether you want to show half an inch of shirt cuff or a quarter of an inch of cuff is up to you, but some should be visible. I personally don't ever like slim cut jackets or trousers, I personally don't ever like no break trousers for suits, but that's because those things are not my style. Shoulder fit it one of the only things that is genuinely non negotiable in a jacket. When buttoning, follow the Sometimes, Always, Never rule. If a jacket has 3 buttons, you can sometimes button the top, will always button the second, and should never button the third. If a jacket has 2 buttons (as most contemporary jackets do) you skip the sometimes. I wouldn't purchase a suit that was anything other than entirely natural material- whether linen, cotton, wool, silk, blends of those, whatever- but that's also a personal choice and there's nothing inherently wrong with some stretch if you like it.

I think it is technically true that a jacket does not fit if you can't close it, but I also recognize that we all need to accept the bodies we actually have when it comes to OTR tailoring, to decide going in which parts of the fit are most important to us and make our altering and purchasing decisions with those in mind. What alterations are "standard" for a suit, then, is personal, but you should never wear a suit with absolutely no alteration because the odds that it actually fits well are very low because the suit wasn't made for you. For me, standard alterations mean adding a 1.5" cuff, getting the sleeves shortened which nearly everyone needs to do, and having the waist of the jacket let out to eliminate tugging I can otherwise get at the second button.

The more boring a suit is, the more likely you are to still have and wear it in 5 years. When choosing between a more fashionable decision and a more conservative decision, I always make the more conservative tailoring decision but again, that's a personal choice.

[befemininenow]

Legacy feminization blog: Seattle Jasmine

Do you remember her? She used to be a prolific feminization caption uploader here on Tumblr. This was back in the time Tumblr had pr0n content in abundance and arguably, when the site was in its heyday. Many blogs like hers got taken down around the late 2010s and based on the blog’s name, it was struck down in 2017, which I believe is when the site started placing content restrictions.

In retrospect, the content wasn’t appealing to me due to a heavy emphasis on forced sissy feminization. In fact, most feminization blogs at the time heavily catered to sissies and others at the BDSM community. I was more into gender swapping and dress-up feminization (without the chastity and torture, of course). Even before I figured out I was trans, I always disliked being called a “sissy”, “f@ggit”, or any of those words.

Despite all of that, there were a few captions that I did like from her and I’ll be honest: Out of all the feminization blogs that existed during that time period, she was one of the better ones. Here are a few captions from her that are personally my faves. Some of them were even used of my captions. Enjoy the throwback!

(Captioned pictures and its writing belong to Seattle Jasmine and the person behind the deactivated account. Pictures belong to perspective owners. I am just the one posting them and claim no ownership of them)

It’s a tough question that needs an answer. And that answers needs to be said now!

Imagine how beautiful and cascading your hair would look if you let it grow. You can be so gorgeous like her.

Don’t let the woman inside die out! Let her energy revive your spirit! She’s a wild one, so be careful! (This is my third favorite due to the hot girl in the pic.)

The only thing stopping you from transitioning into a girl is you, dear.

When you’re dressed in that satin purple dress with all that makeup and wig placed on, and you see a woman looking back in the mirror, doesn’t it feel so euphoric?

Cat ears look so adorable on you. It shows there’s a cute girl inside waiting to come out.

It’s who you truly are. Don’t be afraid of feminization. It’s the key to your inner happiness.

You already came out as transgender to your friends. But a side effect of taking HRT for 2+yrs and several surgeries is a changing sexual orientation. You knew they were quite the looker, but never this hot! You were never a gay man, but you certainly would not mind being a straight woman. You can’t wait to have a boyfriend! (This one is my second favorite caption from her. One of my captions is a tribute to this one. The flirty woman is hot, but becoming her and gaining her flirty, extroverted personality is a dream!)

It’s time to start treating your dysphoria. Start planning transition now.

With feminizing results from HRT and exercise, you too can become like her.

To your friends, you turned “gay”. But you’re a woman now and only like men. Wouldn’t the right word be straight? It’s time to embrace your feminine sexuality... your sexuality! Go for it, girl! It doesn’t hurt to feel so right... (This one is by far my favorite! When you let your femininity take over and experience the ecstasy that is womanhood, you start developing feelings never experienced as a guy. At first, you’re scared and try to repress it. But you shouldn’t, because those feelings are what your feminine gender craves and loves. Don’t be afraid to try new things. If you love men, go ahead, suck their d!ck, get f*ckd behind, let him bite you all over. Same with women, let them feel you and lose to their sense of touch. Okay, it’s getting a little hot here, but you get the point.)

So, what were your favorites from Seattle Jasmine? I shared mines.

[mybelovedintrepidheroes]

things I loved about dungeon meshi:

- the fact that there was very little sexualization of the women in the series. like yes they do be in the nude sometimes but to me it doesn't feel like the artist/writers are drooling and foaming at the mouth wanting to fuck those women idk how to explain sorry

- the fact that there were underpants shots but they were ONLY from Senshi which is pretty funny to me idk I love how they're poking fun at the fan service in most animes.

now don't get me wrong I'm a certified monster fucker I don't mind sexual shit what I DO mind if it's objectifying women that shit doesn't sit right with me and idk in other series I just get the vibe that the creators aren't as confident in their show so they try to get specifically men to watch that series to get horny to? idk what the fuck the deal is with that it just seems like the creators aren't confident that ppl will like the show without the fan service which is a travesty, let's be real. again, I don't mind sex and other stuff in movies/series what I DO mind is if the women aren't doing the shit they're doing on purpose. I h8 pants shots in anime with a burning passion cuz like it's ALWAYS a mistake like idk I think it'd be way more fun if the women actually did that shit on purpose or if the men reacted differently to the fan service bullshit you know?

- Izutsumi is my fave character hands down (I'm also partial to Laios but that was inevitable given the fact that Damien Haas voiced him and yes I did watch it in English sue me) I was really fond of the idea that the barrier/spell also applied to her beast side which was indeed cool as shit I loved that so so much also the fact that she clung to Marcille, there's not a straight way to see that I fear.

- I loved the ingenuity with the creatures, like mollusks inhabiting armor? sign me the fuck up that is fun as hell! insects that look like jewelry & coins? oh that spells certain doom for some ppl! MIMICS ARE ACTUALLY CRUSTACEANS INHABITING FUCKING TREASURE CHESTS!! THAT'S SO FUN! SUCH A COOL IDEA!

- also that body swap episode oh hell yeah!! it was quite fun that Izutsumi got turned into a dog girl (kobold yeah yeah I know) bc there was an uneven amount of ppl, a very fun way of going about it.

- everyone talked completely the same way they usually do EXCEPT FOR Senshi that was so fun, elf senshi my beloved it was incredibly funny to me. also like was it part of the change to have him have flowers float around his face? perhaps idc it was funny as hell.

- the fact that what's his face was happy that his grandpa turned to dust, we love to see it. they've lived so long it could've been easy to make them incredibly afraid of death and almost even resentful but instead he's just like "good for him he got the FUCK outta here"

- deeply liked Kobru I love me a good antagonist <3

- okay hear me out it was deeply understandable that Shiro got annoyed bc laois kept asking abt his home and honestly I'm pretty sure there were some hurtful questions that laois asked and I think it's okay to be mad at and put off by someone who keeps asking questions that amount to "do you do *insert racist stereotype* in your country?" and I get that but also it's super funny that laios kept cockblocking him

I guess the end

what I didn't like about dungeon meshi:

- that season 1 ended

- that idk when the next season will drop

- that the subtitles were unreadable when I tried to watch it subbed bc the color of the subs was the same as the background which isn't helpful at all. like in that opening sequence it would help to make the subs black or some other color so you can actually read wtf is going on.

thanks for reading this have a nice day

[episodicnostalgia]

Star Trek, 106 (Oct. 13, 1966) - “Mudd's Women”

Production order #04

The Breakdown

Captain Kirk sees a small ship flying around that he doesn’t recognize, so he decides to play space-cop and harass it until it’s engines burn out; this results in the vessel’s destruction, while severely draining the Enterprise’s own reserves.  Apparently Kirk’s instincts are correct though, as the ship’s captain is revealed to be a shifty moustachioed tasteless-Irish-caricature, which (in accordance with 1960’s standards and practices) means he is also not to be trusted.  The individual’s name is Harry Mudd (initially going by the alias Leo Walsh), and a quick investigative hearing reveals that he’s a small time ex-con flying without a licence.  While this latest infraction is enough to convict him, it’s Mudd’s “cargo” that creates real complications.  You see, before he was interrupted by Kirk, ol’ Harry was in the process of transporting three TOTAL HOTTIES to some planet where they could find a husband.  These women aren’t just your average babes though, they are so hot that literally EVERY man on board is pitching a tent just looking at them (save for Spock).  Indeed, the men are so horny that they’re unable to form complete sentences; even the ship’s computer notices. 

So what’s causing every male crew-member to reach cartoonish levels of sexual arousal? Perhaps the women are Orions in disguise? Mind control probes? Telepathic manipulation?  None of the above. It turns out all three ladies are just taking pills that bring out their “full sexual potential”, and (as we know) men can’t be held accountable for their actions when in the presence of a leggy dame operating at 100% babe-fficiency. You see, normally each of these women are naturally HIDEOUS …which is to say they’re still gorgeous, but with no make-up, and perhaps in need of a slightly better skincare routine (at most).  Without the drug none of these gals would ever be able to catch a man on their own, since apparently the 23rd century has attained even more unrealistic beauty standards than the ones we presently have.

The rest of the episode follows kirk as he tries to negotiate with some miners for the crystals he needs to power the Enterprise.  Since kirk’s security measures are apparently non-existent, Mudd is able to remotely broker a deal with the miners, bartering his freedom in exchange for his mail-order brides (should Kirk refuse to let Mudd go, the miners would withhold the crystals etc).  Since the miners are all jonesing to get laid, they agree to Mudd’s conditions, leaving Kirk no choice but to play along.  From there things get more ridiculous as Eve (one of the ladies in question) runs off, presumably sick of lying/being treated like a piece of meat.  She quickly gets lost in a sand storm until Ben (the lead Miner) finds her, and brings her back to his place.  But when Eve’s beauty-treatment wears off, Ben is appalled by her slightly dry skin (as anyone would be).  Cue Captain Kirk, who shows up with Mudd just in time to clue everyone in about the truth of the future brides’ condition (using one of the pills on eve as a demonstration of Mudd’s ruse).  It’s only when Eve’s beauty is restored that Kirk reveals the pill had been swapped with a placebo.  We are told that the only thing Eve ever truly needed to be beautiful was the confidence to believe in herself, which doesn’t explain how her acne cleared up in mere seconds, but that’s all we’re gonna get.  This explanation is apparently good enough for her and Ben to talk things out from there, and presumably live happily ever after on a remote planet with no available marriage counsellors, or even other people.  Ben arranges to give Kirk the Crystals he needs to power the Enterprise, and everyone parts ways (except for Mr. Mudd, who will be handed over to the rightful authorities)

The Verdict

There are so many things to unpack in ‘Mudd’s Women’, and I certainly don’t expect to do a thorough job of it here, nor have I the interest. It’s clear that the intention behind this episode is to highlight something about inner-beauty over physical vanity, but it badly misses the mark while spewing forth one outdated stereotype after the next.  Most of the missteps are all pretty obvious, ranging from a depiction of women whose worth are all dependant on finding a husband, to the portrayal of leering men being openly regarded as nothing more than natural and unavoidable (Mudd all but invokes the phrase “boys will be boys”).  Additionally, Harry Mudd’s Irish brogue would almost certainly be regarded as offensive and in poor taste if this were made today, which is doubtless why Rainn Wilson opted to forgo that particular characteristic when he portrayed Mudd on ‘Discovery’.

I will concede that most episodes from a series filmed nearly 60 years ago are bound have some problematic elements, but some are more egregious than others, and ‘Mudd’s Women’ belongs in that categorization.  Perhaps if the episode had been more clever I might have given it points towards entertainment value and creativity, but even there I found the whole ordeal almost as dull as it was silly.  Oh well, you can’t win ‘em all.

½ a star (out of 5)

Additional Observations

This is the first time (according to production order) that we get to see Spock ‘n Bones verbally sparring, which is the only reason I didn’t give this episode a 0 star rating.

Uhuru’s still in gold, and the universe remains as-of-yet out of balance.

The Episode opens with kirk being like “We’re chasing a vessel because it’s suspiciously running away when we chase it”.  But like, who wouldn’t?  Do Starfleet vessels even have the authority to perform random searches of independent starships?  Perhaps they do and I’d just forgotten, but I’d just as easily chalk this one up to a case of “the writers were making it up as they went”.

Harry’s relationship with “his” women feels very human trafficky, which was apparently a concern raised by the studio when the script was put forth as a potential candidate for the pilot. This matter is addressed with several lines of dialogue which establish that each of the women are traveling with Mudd of their own volition, but I’d still characterize their relationship with him as suspicious, at best.

[radkindoffeminist]

Hey there, thank you so much for your post documenting all the phrases/slogans TRAs stole from other movements! Even when I wasn't gender critical yet, I noticed they were doing it and something about it really bothered me, so I think noting it down can be a good stepping stone to peaking (aside from being important history-wise!). From an outsider's perspective now, it's really telling how not only are 99% of the slogans TRAs use stolen from other movements, but also and especially that the only chants they came up with themselves are physically and/or sexually violent threats to women. Hm.

One more thing you can add to the list is them taking the 80's feminist chant "women's rights are human rights" and swapping "women's" for "trans" (which is, in fact, a nice little microcosm of what the movement stands for: sidelining women even while stealing directly from them)!

I have a couple of other things that might be worth adding too, although they're not really set chants like the others and more "copied ideas/responses originally used to argue against homophobic beliefs", so it's up to you if they fit the post's goal:

First is the general argument about "minding your own business; how this affect/hurt you and your rights" which doeeeesn't really work when you're a movement trying to redefine fundamental truths and words that everyone knows and uses their entire lives and constantly police everyone about them.

Second is pointing out the behavior of other animals: originally it was "look at all these species who have homosexual animals/behaviors, how can you say being gay is unnatural or against God's will if animals do it too?" but for TRAs it's "uhhh well fungi have a billion different sexes and clownfish can change sex and caterpillars become butterflies sooooo obviously men can become women" which is arguing a different point entirely: the former was specifically meant to counter a single particular argument from religious homophobes just on a logic/consistency basis ("if God hates gays why some of the animals he made gay?") and was *never* meant to be taken as "animals do it therefore humans should be allowed to do it". But the latter is trying to argue to *everyone* that because certain animals have unique biology which allows them to do things that are physically impossible for humans to do, that somehow means we as completely different animals can and should do said things. Idk if it's just them being lazy copycats and not realizing their arguments make no sense when taken out of the context they were created for, or if they genuinely believe humans can do literally anything so long as evidence of some thing happening exists somewhere, but either way it's dumb lol

Sorry for my rants haha, hope this is helpful!!

I’m fairly sure ‘trans rights are human rights’ is already on the list, but I could be wrong! Definitely one which gets screamed a lot and people just ignore that it’s taken directly from a feminist slogan!

Also think it’s funny that all these different movements have managed to come up with completely different slogans which have minimal crossover (only one I can think of is ‘black is beautiful’ and ‘fat is beautiful’) even if we could take them for our own movements because they’re relevant! Stop Asian Hate could easily be Stop Black Hate or Stop Woman Hate but we respect that that’s their slogan. Walking While Black, which talks about being profiled by the police for being black, could easily be Walking While a Woman to discuss catcalling, but that would be disrespectful to the black community so of course feminists wouldn’t steal that slogan for their own use. Same for so many other slogans: BLM, the future is female, women’s rights are human rights, love is love, etc.

As for your suggestions, I’m not sure how to add them but I agree that they’re fucked. Things like ‘mind your own business’ and ‘how does trans people having rights affect you?’ is completely ignorant to what rights some trans people are trying to fight for! Trying to remove sex-segregated spaces which put women at significantly more risk for rape and abuse and also means that we’re not allowed spaces to discuss female bodies because that’s labelled as transphobic or not inclusive enough; removing all sex-based protections (not even just adding a gender based one but actively removing the sex-based one too) which could further endanger women’s rights as they are no longer classed under sex-based protections so it would not be considered a protected right (think about things like maternity leave - that’s not something women need but rather some people so it’s not discrimination to deny it so long as it’s denied equally across all genders). Like, sure, some rights don’t infringe on women’s tights (eg: anything relating to surgery) but they quickly ignore that women’s rights and trans rights are literally at odds with one another.

Your second example is a really good way of showing how they have no leg to stand on but lean so heavily upon other movements to the point where their arguments are ridiculous. They don’t understand why these arguments are made and what they mean, so they steal a similar argument and then scream at you for finding a flaw in it! Homosexuality is also found on nature as many animals are homosexual so why would God make so many animals exhibit these behaviours if He hated it and only made people have some ‘gay feelings’ to be able to test if they could resist them? If it was just a test because that behaviour was so disgusting, animals wouldn’t be able to conceive of the idea of being gay? Though, personally, I’ve always hated this argument because the other point has a side: animals also eat their young and kill one another so is that behaviour also okay for us since God allows it in animals? It defends the ‘nature’ argument -it happens on nature so how could it be unnatural?- but that’s about it. Anyway, I digress, trans people are trying to do the same by pointing out either odd animals in nature (like that one lioness who obviously had something akin to PCOS which caused her to grow a mane) or animals which are able to change their sex at will and being like ‘well, this happens in nature so what’s wrong with it in humans’ and ignores that some of these animals are actually just intersex or have some other medical condition or they are able to fully and naturally change their entire sex which is vastly different from requiring medications and surgery to make yourself at least appear like the opposite sex despite your actual sex not being able to change. The fact that they don’t seem to understand that is actually baffling.