#masc woman x masc man whats better than that

[nouveauxamoris]

bisexual yaoi

RBS APPRECIATED!

[seraphicsentences]

you told me your new man don’t make you nut, that’s a damn shame.

closeted/in denial abby anderson x reader

pt.2 here: all mine

tags: internalized homophobia, smut, cheating, tw:owen, fingering (aa!receiving), lowkey sub!aa

A/N: we do not condone cheating here! unless it’s on owen fuck that asshole. sorry i disappeared for 100 years!! hope this is half-decent enough to make up for it. working on reqs i promise!!!! i love you all my sweet angels <333

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it was undeniable�� the tension, between you and abby anderson. your queer sexuality was common knowledge amongst the WLF base, and your reputation as a womanizer quite contributory to the hot topic. on the complete opposite of the spectrum stood abby: top soldier, with the highest leading score in kills, and most importantly, dutiful girlfriend to owen moore.

where she stood on the line of homosexuality was made evidently clear. from the way she scoffed under her breath at the sight of your marked-up one night stands, to her weekly mornings at the base’s sunday service, you had found an almost masochistic pleasure in ticking her off to your best efforts.

you would catch yourself throwing offhand comments towards your latest hookups when she was in ears range. “my dick’s better than any man’s, isn’t that right, baby?”

in the mere corner of your peripheral vision you would see abby’s jaw tighten, gaze hard as she refused to look your way— her own sort of defiance to your antics. a haughty smirk threatened to break across your face. you couldn’t exactly place your finger on as to why you were so enamored with her understated reactions, rather than focused on the pretty, blushing girl in front of you. it became a thrill you craved insatiably, and built up as a wall between you two over the years, bound to come tumbling sooner or later.

~

mid-summer now, the longer days and better hunt called for a compulsory celebration. wlf’s central lounge was buzzing with drunken chatter and alight with the golden hue of mini lamp lights.

your childish bickering with abby hadn’t lessened up any bit, and to much of your delight, had begun to stir up more volatile reactions of hers as they’ve persisted.

you sat across her now, separated by only a couple foot’s distance and a beer bottle, which lay empty and flat on its side.

“spin the bottle? what are we, twelve?” abby scoffed at the idea.

she sat crisscrossed, forearms resting atop her legs, muscles straining against her tight grey shirt, and you couldn’t help but wonder how she, the very picture of masc, was so adamantly straight.

“aw, scared, anderson?” you grinned devilishly.

she physically recoiled, as if the very thought of being intimidated by someone like you burned her mind. haughty self satisfaction coursed through your veins, sick pleasure in knowing you could get under her skin so easily. running your eyes salaciously down her figure, you watched as she shifted nervously. cute.

“es solo un juego, abby,” manny says, shrugging.

“whatever,” she replies, “just get on with it.”

as the rounds go by, you can’t help but take note of the way abby awkwardly averts her gaze from whichever two lucky partakers kiss, no matter the duo. scoffing, she teasingly mouths ‘pendejo’ after manny stupidly grins into his third kiss of the night. you watch her smile disappear in a brief second when the your turn arises.

eye contact unwavering, you stare down abby as the bottle whirls around, waiting for it to select its next target. you can’t quite understand why your heart feels like it’s racing out of your chest the closer the bottlehead gets to nodding the blonde’s direction.

it inches closer. slower now.

a person away— and it stops.

…on the pretty girl next to abby.

abby releases a harsh breath you didn’t realize she was holding, chest rising slowly as she catches some air. you blink.

you cross the short distance between the two of you crawling, abby eyeing you down, before swerving your course of action in the last moment to land yourself in front of the girl next to her. without a moment’s hesitation you tug her in for a kiss, or no, multiple kisses as you tongue the girl down hungrily. she groans into it with a matched eagerness, desperate to get a dose of your infamous mouth.

your eyes flicker open between kisses, expecting to get an eyeful of the top of the blonde’s head, but you’re met with quite the opposite. the piercing stare of none other than abby anderson sends a chill down your spine. her breath hitches— she looks like she’s been fucking caught. and as tempting as the girl in front of you is, you can’t tear your gaze away from her.

you begin to dominate what is now a full-blown makeout session, eyes darkened, breaths unsteady, hands pulling. she just watches, bound to the floor. you watch her watch. and you want her to want it.

you pull away with a final tug on the girl’s bottom lip, feeding off the way abby’s eyes follow the action. someone wolf-whistles in the background, but, even flustered now, you can’t shake the undeniable tension between yourself and abby.

the rhythmic thumping of blood rushing through your skull acted rather as a barrier between your awareness and the continuing rounds. thankfully, you were left as a mere onlooker, free of any further unwanted attention.

abby had gone back to staring at her lap, you discovered, watching intently as she picked a stray hair off her jeans.

“hey anderson,” you called over, her reaction immediate— head jolting up.

her eyes relaxed to a glare once she realized you were the one addressing her, raising an eyebrow in question.

“i think it’s ‘bout your turn, yeah?”

“you fu-“

“solo un juego, abby,” manny cuts in.

with a huff, abby begrudgingly leans over to give the bottle a spin, tapping her fingers against the floor in anticipation.

the bottle stops. so does your heart, for just a second.

you look up. abby looks to owen. the fucking son of a bitch lends no help, smirking, excited that his perverted fantasies have come to life before his eyes.

“c’mon then,” you nod at her, leaning back on your wrists, almost in invitation.

she moves slowly, braid dangling by her shoulder as she scooches towards you, hands coming to a stop on the floor in front of you.

closer now, you can feel the heat radiating off her large figure onto your own, the light brush of her breaths intermingling with your own. yet— she makes no move to get any closer.

you loop a finger around her neckline and drag her in, teeth clashing from the aggression, noses bumping; it’s no fairytale kiss. but then your tongue licks into her open mouth, perhaps merely by muscle memory, or maybe because you secretly want a taste of more, and she fucking whimpers. so quiet, strangled, from the back of her throat, but you hear it nonetheless, and god, you feel it.

the switch up is almost immediate: abby pulling away faster than you can blink, back in her original spot before you know it, wiping at her mouth. but she was too late. you knew what she craved, and you were going to make sure she’d have to beg for it.

~

the party was in full swing now, majority of the room drunk off of wlf’s own brew, which meant everyone was completely fucked up.

you stumbled over to the serving area, leaning haphazardly over the bar to scan the room without falling over. your eyes caught onto a familiar blonde, seated quietly with a group composed of what you assumed to be her usual patrol friends. she’s seated next to owen, the fucker, who has his arm lazily swung around the skank sprawled on the other side of him. your eyes are glued to the visible scrunch between abby’s eyebrows, fingers itching to reach out and press it away.

“who’s the lucky girl you’re sinking your claws into tonight?”

your head swivels towards the voice, met with a concerned look from alex, wlf’s residential mixologist.

“…you good, babe?”

“fuck— yeah, just got a lit, a little dizzy for sec. the answer to, uh- to, your question is no one,” you hiccuped, grinning up at alex as you rested your head against the cold counter.

“uh-huh, sure. i’ll let you have your secrets. i won’t pry,” she quips.

you laugh, miming an imaginary lock over your lips before tossing the ‘key’ away. “what can i say? i’m a gentleman, alex, no, gentlewoman. i don’t kiss and te-“

you’re cut off by another voice approaching the counter, low and slurring, asking for a glass of straight whiskey.

you roll your head over, faced with the towering frame of none other than abby anderson. she’s closer than you expected her to be, causing you to stumble back a step, and then laugh at yourself, muttering under your breath, straight whiskey for the straight girl.

“i think you’ve had well enough, anderson. even with all the muscle on you, man, i don’t know how you got this hammered. i’ll get you some water, honey,” alex jokes.

abby sulks, spacing out as she begrudgingly sips on her water. you doubt she even notices your presence, using the accidental peace as time to really take in her side profile. she’s stunning, in her own, amazonian sort of way. especially now in the hazy golden light of the lounge, the sweaty blonde strands framing her face made her appear in rather close resemblance to a goddess of some type. and all you wanted was to worship her in that manner, treat her body as your temple and such. perhaps the alcohol really was getting to you.

“what’s got you all pouty, anderson? your little boyfriend not doing you any good?”

it’s so comical, the effect your presence has on abby. her head jerks your way at the first breath of your words, and her pinning gaze blows away any of the fog clouding either of your minds.

her demeanor hardens instantly, as she crosses her arms defensively. “fuck off,” is all she manages to spit out.

you take it as an invitation to continue. “like,” you scoff, “there’s no way he knows how to hit all the right spots. does he even try to? how’s his head game, abs?”

her look away speaks volumes.

“oh? god, what a dick.”

“he-“ she tries.

“-i could show you a good time,” you ramble, “i can assure you that i know how to hit all the right spots. your spots— i mean, only if you want me to.”

she gawks at you, her look half full of disbelief and half full of curiosity. and you can tell that you’ve got her hooked.

“i don’t need you,” she mutters, but a glance at her thighs pressed tight together says otherwise.

you smirk, placing your hand down that just so happens to land on her mid-thigh. her muscle jolts at your contact.

tentatively dragging your fingers higher, you speak lowly, stare locked, “you sure, baby?”

the wall comes crashing.

abby’s snatching your hand off her leg in a heartbeat and dragging you into the closest bathroom, shoving you against the door and pushing her lips against yours.

your tongue is dipping into her open mouth almost immediately, desperate to pull another one of her addicting whimpers out.

“shit,” abby curses in between gasps, before leaning back in to just consume more of you. her hands are searching for any part of you she can reach, grabbing at the meat at your hips, thighs, pressing your waist against hers with a groan.

the feel of your body against her own is so different from owens’, but so satisfying in a way she can’t wrap her head around. you fit into her frame like a puzzle piece, and your touches are needy and selfish, but they don’t feel offensive in the way that owen’s do.

you venture a hand under her shirt, tracing along the ridges of her toned stomach, and abby shudders, breaking your kiss to look down at your moving hand. she’s panting against your neck, heavier now, as you slide your hand up under her bra to cup her chest softly, rolling her hardened nipple between your fingers and watching hypnotically as she gasps into your skin.

with her head down at this angle, her neck is perfectly bared, and you can’t deny yourself a taste, can you? you’re sinking your teeth in before you realize it, soothing the marks with a wet lick over, only to tug the skin in between your teeth to suck at.

the quiet noises abby’s trying to muffle against your shoulder now are sending you into a frenzy, your hands now abandoning her breasts to pull her hips closer against yours.

abby nearly cries at the loss of your direct touches, but stops when your fingers return a place far more rewarding. you’ve unbuttoned her jeans now, your hand cupping her over her boxers teasingly, digits pressing over the damp spot in the fabric.

“bet you’ve never been this wet for owen,” you laugh, running a finger over her soaked core.

“don’t bring him up right now,” she pants in return, hips keening to your touch as she grabs your face to press into a sloppy kiss.

you push her boxers down eagerly, teasing two fingers by her leaking entrance to gather her slick.

god, abby gasps, and it seems to be the winning word of the night when she repeats it as she watches you stuff those same two fingers into your own mouth, and again when you stuff them straight into her pussy.

her pretty eyes are rolling back into her skull farther with every thrust against her gummy walls. “look at me while i fuck you dumb on my fingers, abs, look at me,” you beg.

“i c-can’t,” she whines, blushing a deep red and burrowing her face into your shoulder.

you slow your pumps, using your free hand to grab her by the braid and force her look at you. “awh,” you coo, pouting mockingly at her gaped mouth, “cute.”

your fingers buried as deep into her as physically possible, you curl them to hit that sensitive spot you genuinely believe has never even been touched once. and with the way abby lets out her loudest moan yet, you cannot believe otherwise.

“there it is,” you murmur, massaging your fingertips agonizingly slow inside of her, “see what you’re missing out on?”

her only response is a strangled whimper. baby blue eyes big and pleading as they threaten to roll back with every slight movement.

mhm, you goad her on, “that’s your g-spot, baby, feels real good, huh?”

she nods her head vigorously, quiet mhmmhmhm’s trailing out from her bitten lips.

“now if your little boyfriend’s dick is too small to reach it, i guess he can’t help it,” you laugh. “shame, you make such pretty noises when i touch you here,” you let out an exaggerated sigh, picking up your pace abruptly to slam into her spot over and over.

abby’s nearly gone cross-eyed, tossing her head back now as her pussy throbs almost rhythmically with every thrust. she’s never felt so filled to the brim, so overwhelmed with pleasure, and she’s too blissed out to even care about the stupid fucking smirk you’ve got plastered on your face.

“but his mini- dick is no excuse for not touching you here,” you continue, letting loose of her hair to finally touch her poor, neglected, pink clit, rubbing circles harshly into the button.

abby’s heart nearly jumps out of her chest. she’s moaning nonstop and swearing like a fucking sailor, the combination of your actions almost too much for her to physically bear. after a particularly loud oh god, fuck-please, you have no choice but to stuff abby’s mouth full with the bottom of her shirt. and fuck, was that the right move; the way her ab muscles flex and tighten as she nears her release, glistening with sweat, is enough to make you let out a groan of your own.

“‘m- close,” abby cries around the fabric, hips rocking with your motions as she begins to ride out her high.

“there you go anderson, you got it,” you mutter, circling her swollen clit faster now as you fuck into her g-spot repeatedly.

mmmmph is all you can make out, as abby’s walls clamp down around your curled fingers and she digs her nails into your sides, eyes squeezing shut.

her jerking movements eventually slow along with your own, half lidded eyes staring as you slip your cum-coated fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean. the moistened fabric falls from abby’s open jaw as she attempts to catch her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

before you know it, she’s tugging up her soaked boxers and jeans, shoving past you as she buttons them up and promptly bolts out of that bathroom.

well, that was one way to deal with the tension.

she’ll come running back to you before she knows it.

yikes! i just read that over and yikes! lol uh! sorry guys i’m out of practice!! we love abby anderson though and pray that she gets over her internalized homophobia. she’s too sexy for allat.

send me more reqs!! not that i need any more but send ‘em!

[fairysluna]

"look what you do to me" with ye olde cregan I BEG

worthy of you.

Cregan thinks his little brother is not worthy of a woman like you, which is why he takes the opportunity to show you that he is the one for you.

MASTERLIST

PAIRING — Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader / (Side) Masc!OC x Fem!Reader.

TAGS — smut (f!oral sex, p in v, praise kink, loss of virginity), mentions of cheating, mentions of alcohol consumption, cursing, OC is a terrible man, older!cregan, widower!cregan, age gap (early 20s and early 30s). If something is missing let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — first of all, a big thank you to my gorgeous @bucknastysbabe for being my beta reader and helping me edit this, ily!! i got a bit inspired by this plot and it's longer than i expected💀

Thank you Bel for sending this request because i loved writing this!! I hope you enjoy it!!🤍

WORD COUNT — 4.3k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

How cruel were the gods when they put you in his brother's arms instead of the ones you craved the most.

The first time that Lord Stark laid his eyes upon you, he felt the air leaving his lungs, and his voice being caged inside his throat. His eyes immediately widened at the beautiful sight of you, bewitched by the way you so politely greeted him, and mesmerized by the way you uttered his name. Cregan was in awe, trying to ignore the feeling in his gut and the quickened pace of his heart as he smelled the sweet scent of vanilla coming from your hair. He wondered if you were some kind of nymph, effortlessly enchanting him with a single glance. 

After the loss of his wife, few were the women who managed to catch his eye. A couple of balls were made, and they all resulted in the same thing; a group of ladies following him around, showering him with shallow compliments and words that he did not wish to hear. 

How lucky he felt when he saw you walking in with your father, Lord Reed, into the ballroom, and how miserable he left that night after learning you were betrothed to his young brother; Edrik, a careless young man who —according to Lord Stark— is not worthy of you. At all. He's ruthless, the opposite of a chivalrous man. Cregan knows that while you were waiting for him for dinner, he's fucking some whores in brothels and paying with gold that he would steal from Cregan's chambers. He despised him. He was ashamed of him, and his behaviour towards you. You were a lady, a delicate and sweet girl who could have found someone better. 

Someone like himself, he would think. 

At that moment, while you were nervously chewing your nails sitting at the small table of your chambers as you drank tea, Cregan was out there searching for his younger brother, and trying to force him back to the Winterfell castle. That very same day was supposed to be your wedding, and the groom was nowhere to be seen. You knew better than to cry, you didn't want to suffer for him anymore; so you just sat there, slowly tapping your fingertips against the delicate porcelain of the cup, staring at the crackling fireplace and thinking about something else. 

At that point, you were just begging for him to be alive and well. Nothing more. 

A few minutes passed when you saw Cregan entering your chambers with his grey eyes staring intensely at you as he walked inside. His heavy boots stumped against the wooden floor, prompting you to stand up a bit too quickly. You noticed the pitiful look in his eyes when he noticed you were still wearing that white wedding dress; his heart shattered for you. 

“Did you find him?” you dared to speak first. Somehow, your voice came out colder than both of you expected.

“We did,” he nodded. “He was in a brothel… drunk and enjoying his last hours of freedom, as he said.” The annoyed tone of his voice was quite clear to hear as he spat every single word with rage and even shame. 

Gods forgive him for this insurmountable wrath towards his kin. 

“Where is he now?” The question slipped out of your lips merely out of habit. 

“In his chambers, being bathed by one of the maids,” Cregan explained, unable to bear the vision of your tears gathering in the corner of your eyes. He sought to look at a place over your shoulder, just to ease the ache in his chest.

It wasn't sadness, not at all. It was ire; he knew it. It was supposed to be your special day, and your betrothed decided to ruin it, though you were not surprised.

“Is it the maid that sucks his cock every morning? Or is it the one that let him fuck her in the arse?” you mockingly mentioned, lifting the cup of tea and sipping it slowly. The knot in your throat was becoming unbearable, too tight and barely letting you utter a word. 

Cregan's eyes softened with sorrow. “My lady,” he started, daring to take a step closer to you. The small rounded table was the only thing keeping you two apart. “Allow me to apologize for the misbehaviour of my brother, you deserve the utmost respect from whoever is lucky enough to marry you. Edrik is childish, and his actions often bring shame to our family name.”

“You shall not apologize for your brother's mistakes,” you softly said, sighing tiredly at this situation repeating over and over again. “You're an honourable man, Lord Stark, it's a pity your brother is not even half of the man you are.” 

Cregan felt his heart tapping against his chest, even under those thick layers of fur, he was still able to hear how fast it was beating. His eyes briefly looked away from you out of shyness, feeling so flustered by your mere presence. Oh, gods, this was excruciating; seeing you there with your beautiful eyes staring up at him, looking so fragile and bewitching. The white dress fit you perfectly, you were radiant that night, and he cursed at his brother for looking down on you. 

Edrik was a dumb boy. Luckily, Cregan was a wise man. 

“It pains me to know he doesn't appreciate you,” he muttered as he took unhurried steps closer to you. “You deserve so much more.” 

“It's the best I can get, I suppose,” you shrugged. “At least my betrothed is indulging his uncontrollable lust with whores instead of forcing himself on me. It could be worse.” 

“But it's not supposed to be bad at all,” Cregan discussed. “A husband has to provide for his wife, and treat her with respect.”

His hand approached your left cheek and he placed it there, cupping your face. Your soft skin felt his calloused fingers and suddenly all the air of your lungs vanished. Your lips parted, and that simple gesture blurred Cregan's mind with the urge to devour them. As he looked down at you, you could see in his eyes that there was a rare sparkle in them. It was so mesmerizing. 

“I guess you're asking too much from your brother, my Lord.”

He scoffed.

“If only the gods had been more merciful of us, you would be my wife instead,” he mentioned with a wistful tone. He took another step, and now you were able to smell the pine scent from his clothes. “We probably would be in our private celebration by now.” 

You sighed delightedly as his thumb went to your lower lip, lightly touching it as he glanced at it. Falling in love with him had been so easy; he was so kind, so courteous and gentle. Whenever his brother was cruel and mean to you, he was always there to make you feel good. Many were the times you imagined this wedding being with him instead of Edrik. 

“I would be looking at your beautiful body as you remove this gown. Only for me to see,” he whispered, his touch going downwards until he grabbed the pearls around your neck. “I would take my time to appreciate every single inch of your skin, touching you… kissing you, making sure you know you're the most beautiful maiden in Westeros.” 

His face leaned towards you, and you felt his nose rubbing against your cheek as you closed your eyes. His deep, low voice sent shivers down your spine while your mind was imagining every single word that came out of his plump lips. His touch reached down your sides until you felt his strong grip on your waist. 

Cregan took a deep breath as he smelled your sweet perfume; he couldn't help but sigh. 

“I would pleasure you in so many ways,” he continued, his voice so raspy it made your knees weak. “With my mouth, my hands… until all that comes from your lips is my name.” 

“Cregan…” you breathed out, and he hummed in delight. 

“Yes, just like that.” 

You dared to open your eyes, meeting his and seeing how they were dilated and glazed with lust; yours were probably in the same state. You were able to feel the heat between your legs, almost causing you to squirm to make you feel something. Something to sate the intense desire crawling around your body.

“I would do so many things to you, my darling,” he murmured. “Would you like me to do them?” 

You nodded.

“Yes?” 

“Yes,” you replied, embarrassingly fast. 

His hands went to your back, calloused fingers finding their way to untie your gown. Your chest was against his, and the closeness did nothing but increase your desperation to have him. 

“My brother doesn't deserve you, does he? He is just a stupid boy, and you deserve a man.” You felt the dress loosening around your body and you swallowed hard at the expectation. “Please, let me be that man for you…” 

You were unable to bear it any longer, the temptation being too much. You closed the distance between you two at the same time he started to slip the dress down your body — until it pooled around your feet. His lips fit perfectly against yours, they were slightly chapped due to the cold, yet they felt heavenly. He moaned against your mouth when you boldly deepened the kiss by grabbing Cregan’s nape and pulling him closer to you, all while his hands pressed your lower back. 

It was slow and passionate, taking your breath away as he claimed your mouth with his tongue, swirling against yours and stealing soft whimpers from you. Soon, he grabbed your thighs to lift you and sat you on the table; the cup of tea spilling to stain your white undergown, you couldn't care less. His lips on yours were all you could think of as his hands gripped your body, pressing you against him.

The thin skirt of your undergown lifted as you wrapped your legs around Cregan’s waist, and his hands began to sneak under it to touch the soft skin of your thighs. He left a heat on your body with his fingertips, one that made you desperate to feel him. All while his mouth was reluctant to leave yours, obsessed with the sweet taste of you. He would unconsciously groan, and as he pressed his hips against yours you could easily notice the effect you had on him. 

He pulled away to take a look at you, he found your swollen lips glistening with remains of your and his drool. Your eyes were sparkling as stars and your breathing growing agitated. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that Cregan Stark had fallen in love with you once again at that moment. 

“You should belong to me instead,” he huskily said. “I should be the one who takes your body-”

“Do it,” you interrupted without doublethinking it. Your tone was decided and demanding, it shocked him a little. 

“Oh, my little one…” he murmured with a strained voice as if the thought had left him breathless. 

“I don't want your brother… I never did.” Your confession drew a small smile on his lips. “Since day one all I've wanted is you.” 

He took a deep breath before cupping your face with both of his hands, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“Look what you do to me,” he murmured as you stared at his face, noticing a rare glow in him. “Believe me when I say your feelings are mutual… you've been on my mind ever since you arrived. It was torturous to see you being disregarded by Edrik while I was sitting there wishing I could just hold your hand. My heart, my body, my soul, it all aches for you. I'm desperate to feel you, and I cannot bear it any longer.” 

The despair in his voice, so clear and vivid. 

“Allow me to do it,” he pleaded, “I'm begging you to let me have a taste of you, at least for a night… so I can finally end this torment.” 

“I will accept,” you managed to say in small gasps. “Only if you promise me this won't be the last time.” 

He nodded. “I promise.”

The time was not wasted, you quickly leaned forward to kiss him again with the same intensity and need as before. Both of you moaned against each other while your hands were swiftly untying his snow-covered coat at the same time his were pulling down your undergown until it fell down your arms. Your breasts were freed and you couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed; no man had seen you in such a vulnerable state before. However, all insecurities vanished from your overthinking mind once he laid his eyes on your chest and sighed, enamoured by the view. 

He gave you a single glance at you to ask for your permission and, once you nodded, his fingers travelled down your body until they trapped your nipples. He gently squeezed them between his digits, soft enough to not cause you any discomfort but hard enough to make them peak. Your mouth was slightly parted, allowing silent gasps to fall down your lips as he admired your pure flesh. He leaned forward then, and you instinctively leaned back; before you noticed his tongue was lapping at one of your sensitive buds, swirling around it and nibbling on it from time to time. You held your body up with your forearms, closing your eyes once he sucked on it. A moan escaped you as he pulled apart from it and went to the other one, giving it the same attention. 

His hand was grabbing the small of your back as you touched his hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks and pulling them whenever his tongue made you feel butterflies in your belly. It was so good, and you were blissful thinking that you were doing it with him. Your ever-kind and loving Lord of Winterfell.

Suddenly, his mouth traced a path down your body, licking and kissing your belly until he reached your pelvis. You lifted your hips once his hands started to pull down your last vestiges of coverage, and in mere seconds you were completely exposed to him as your cheeks got warm once again. 

Your legs were spread by his hands on your inner thighs, and Cregan was able to see the mess in your core; you were soaking, and his mouth watered with the urge to taste you. For a few seconds, he was just there admiring you, and then he started to kiss your legs from your ankles, all the way to your hips, shamelessly marking you and leaving red bruises behind; you loved it. 

Cregan gave you a quick look, noticing how you were almost shaking with expectation; your eyes reluctant to leave his frame as his thumb spread your swollen lower lips and exposed that little, throbbing button begging for his attention. He stuck out his tongue, slowly brushing it against your clit. You almost died there. Your hand immediately went back to his hair, pulling it a bit too harshly for his liking. 

“Sh…” he cooed, kissing your inner thighs in the meantime. “Come on, little one, let me make you feel good, I know you want it.” 

Gods, you did. You need it.

“Keep your legs open for me, and let me have my feast,” he murmured before his tongue lapped on your pearl again. 

The way he teased your flesh so sensually made your limbs shake. You were gasping as he licked and kissed every single part of you, lurking around and trying to discover your most sensitive spot. Once he found it, you saw stars. 

Your betrothed was far from your mind when Cregan dared to push one of his long, thick fingers inside your weeping hole. You cried out his name as your legs shook around his head and, as he curled up his fingers to rub your walls, you felt a knot in your belly starting to form and begging to be released. Goosebumps erupted over your stimulated body.

“Gods… Cregan!” you found yourself whining. He hummed delighted with the way his name sounded from your lips. 

His tongue fervently began to flick your clit as he added another finger, pumping them slowly but deeply. The sound of your juices coating his digits was becoming addictive; so sinful, yet heavenly. He was desperate to feel you all. 

As he moaned and whimpered against your soaked flesh, you couldn't help but feel an unknown sensation in your gut; as if you were about to explode. Your heart was beating incredibly fast as you leaned your head back and let your mouth spill thousands of obscene sounds; Cregan's cock twitched in his pants the moment he looked up at you. 

Gods, you were so fucking beautiful. It was not fair that you belonged to someone else. 

Suddenly, with a shout of shock, you felt yourself peak. You gasped loudly and you clenched your eyes shut. Cregan felt your walls squeezing his fingers so deliciously as he drank from you and licked you clean. By the end of it, you were sweating, breathing fast and your hips twitching. You turned into a quivering mess.

Cregan lifted his face, giving one wolfish look before quickly grabbing your cheeks. He desperately kissed you as he groaned in ecstasy. You tasted yourself on his lips as he picked you up and took you towards the bed… the very same bed you were supposed to be sharing with your betrothed that night. 

The guilt hit you, briefly making you feel dirty and sullied. But then, as you saw Cregan slowly removing his attires, you remembered who was your betrothed, and what he was doing earlier that day. If he could fuck a whore, why couldn't you fuck another man? You doubted the lesser brother would even notice. 

Besides, it wasn't just a man, it was Cregan. Your Cregan. 

So, now, as the handsome man in front of you removed his last piece of clothing, you felt your walls clench around nothing as you glanced at his cock. His head furiously red, already leaking and twitching as he started to crawl from the bottom of the bed until he was between your legs. He kissed you again, this time slower… more tenderly. You sighed against his lips.

“You're still a maiden,” he said as a statement rather than a question. You nodded, either way, confirming his words. “Then I'll go slow… though I must warn you, it might hurt for a bit, but I promise you, little one, it'll all be worth it in the end.” 

“I trust you,” you whispered as your hand reached his cheek, gently caressing his stubble. 

“Open your legs for me, my darling,” he commanded, and you did as he said. He looked down at your entrance, “seven hells…” he groaned at the sight, before spitting down to his cock and stroking it a few times. Cregan swiped the ruddy tip of his prick against your folds, teasing them to hear you moan one more time before carefully pressing the blunt head against your entrance. 

You cried out once he started to stretch you out, feeling the slight burn that left you breathless as he made his way inside the tight hole between your trembling legs. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth; Cregan noticed your discomfort, so he brought his thumb to your clit, tracing slow circles on it and trying to make you relax. You let out a shaky breath, chest heaving through the pinch.

Your tightness would try to push him away as tried to go deeper, yet he found a way to keep going until he was fully buried inside of you, whimpering your name. Your soft walls felt so fucking good around him, almost making the man drool against your shoulder. His sweaty forehead was pressed against your cheek and you could hear his ragged breathing in your ear, causing chills down your spine. He gave you a moment to forget about the pain, all while he peppered your neck with soft kisses and gentle bites. 

“I think I have just reached heaven,” he murmured, his voice sounding so deep and seductive. “So tight, so small around my cock…” he continued words that left his mouth before he could even think about them. 

“I- I feel so full…” you muttered, feeling his length pulsing inside of you. 

“Shh… I know, my darling, just take deep breaths for me,” he commanded you, and you obeyed. His thumb pushed slightly harder against your clit and you hummed. “Mhm, does that feel nice? My beautiful girl, you're doing such a good job for me,” he praised you, “taking me so well.” 

“Feels good…” you nodded. 

“It does, doesn't it?” he softly chuckled. “Gods, the way your sweet little pussy takes my cock makes me fucking crazy. Can- can I move? Fuck– Is it okay if I start moving?” 

His gentleness and softness did little to make you forget about the way he spoke to you. His dirty words made you clench around his girth, feeling butterflies in your lower belly. You needed Cregan to move and bring back the effervescent heat. 

“Please, do,” you begged, and he wasted no time in obeying. 

His mouth dropped open as he dragged his cock out of your tightness, noticing how it was covered by your slickness. He pushed in again, filling you and causing you to moan in simultaneous discomfort and pleasure. His left hand went to your hip, grabbing your skin and going deeper inside of you. Slowly at first, he started to fasten his pace until the sound of your bodies colliding against each other was mixed with your moans. 

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as he hid his face on your neck, his harsh breathing causing chills on your skin as he moved slowly but forcefully; such a perfect pace to make you see stars. Your legs were bent at each side of his body, while he took you and claimed your shaky frame. Soon you realized that he had not lied, it felt magnificent once the pain started to fade away. 

His name would escape your lips as if it was an endless chant, incentivizing him to keep going, to continue his movements until you couldn't bear it anymore. A layer of sweat would cover your body as Cregan's weight was on top of you, it felt as if you were burning yet you didn't want to push him away. You craved to feel his skin on you, loving the way his pelvis would brush against your throbbing clit each time he thrusts into you. 

“Fuck, my darling,” he groaned in your ear, “your pussy was made for me to fuck,” he whimpered, biting your earlobe. You replied with a whine. “So fucking delicious, feeling so tight around my cock.” 

Cregan lifted his face to look at your messy state. The eye contact that followed almost made you reach your peak once again, it was all so intense it made your head spin. Your nails dug into his flesh and he whispered your name; you hummed in response. 

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.

He further quickened the pace, his cock now touching that sweet spot of yours. Your walls would clench around him as you felt the much-needed orgasm approaching. A ring of your juices appeared on his cock, and he changed positions so now he was on his knees, grabbing your hips and fucking you faster, rougher. 

He saw your breasts bouncing on your chest as he thrusted into you, the sight so arousing that he felt his cock twitch inside of you. His stones were full, ready to burst at any moment now. However, no matter how much he desired it, he knew he just couldn't release inside you. No risks must be taken if he wanted to do this again. 

With your legs spreaded, his thumb effortlessly reached your exposed clits, flicking it and smearing your wetness around it. Your limbs shook as your mind went numb, and soon your orgasms washed over you. You cried out his name, tightening your grip around his cock. 

That's when he pulled out and poured himself on your soaked flesh, staining your folds with his pearly seed. 

Once he took a quick look at you, he felt a coil of raw pleasure snake around his body. A whine left his lips as he wrapped his hand around his length, stroking it a few times to make sure he would cover you with every single drop. He was overstimulated already; sweaty, breathless and flushed. He looked so beautiful like that.

“Thank you,” he breathed out, caressing your thighs. 

You frown, slightly confused. “What- what for?” 

Instead of answering you right away, he leaned and joined his lips with yours, gently and tenderly kissing you. His hands cupped your face and yours laid on his thick arms. A few minutes later, he pulled away only to leave soft kisses all over your face making you giggle. 

“For giving me the honour of making you mine,” he replied. “Though I must confess that I don't think I will be able to live without having you in my bed every night.” 

You felt a smile appearing on your lips and a familiar warmth on your cheeks. 

“Well,” you sighed, “perhaps, you should do something about it.” That flirtatious tone was a bit odd coming from you, but Cregan loved it. 

“Yes,” he nodded, softly chuckling as he leaned to kiss you once more. “I will definitely do something about it.”

@arcielee

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[gonzo-rella]

Headcanons: Being Wallace Wells' Trans Boyfriend

MASTERLIST | AO3 | KO-FI

EDIT: Although this fic was written with a more binary trans reader in mind, I'm hoping this fic will also be suitable for AFAB nonbinary people who are masc or male adjacent, which is where I might be at. I'm currently working dating hcs for Wallace with a nonbinary reader (which will be suitable for both AFAB and AMAB readers).

Relationship(s): Wallace Wells x transmasc!reader (romantic)

Warnings/info: Trans typical stuff, like dysphoria, transphobia etc. etc., sexual remarks, he/him pronouns for reader, headcanons were written in one sitting, when I was feeling not great. (Let me know if I need to add any)

(A/N: I've been reading a lot of Succession fics over the last few days. Last night I read a Roman Roy fic and for some reason it gave me this overpowering wave of dysphoria that I still have yet to fully recover from. Annoyingly, I have yet to actually watch Succession so this could have been avoided; I just think Kieran Culkin's hot and very gender so I couldn't resist pretending that someone with his face was my boyfriend. Reading about Roman made me think 'oh shit. Maybe I'm a flawed and pathetic little guy on the inside. But I just look like a woman who likes to kiss women and everyone treats me like a girl and uses my girl name and girl pronouns and that feels super gross and makes me want to live in a hole. Now I'm going to feel bad about that for the next few days.' So, yeah, I'm having another transmasc crisis that I'm using fanfiction to get me through. I figured Kieran Culkin started this, so I might as well write something featuring a character of his that I can actually write for. This is a self-indulgent and self-explorative treat for myself, but I hope that transmasc readers can enjoy this, too. If you'd like more Wallace stuff, trans stuff or Wallace AND trans stuff, feel free to send in a request. I really want to provide more fics for transmasc readers because you guys are super underrepresented (and, y'know, Papa Gonzo-rella wants to explore his gender a little more). Also, I swear that I will get around to watching Succession, and I more than likely will end up writing for it when I do.)

Respectfully, Wallace does not give a shit that you’re trans.

Of course, he doesn’t flat-out ignore it, because it’s part of who you are, but it isn’t an obstacle in your relationship by any means, and it doesn’t bother him in the slightest.

If you’re feeling dysphoric and/or otherwise insecure about yourself, he’ll pinch your cheeks and tell you how handsome and sexy you are.

If you’re feeling especially bad, like ‘not getting out of bed and hiding from the world’ bad, he’ll keep you company and say what he can to reassure you.

Being mushy and sincere truly isn’t his thing, so whatever he says will sound either slightly insensitive (but still pretty sensitive as far as Wallace goes), facetious or like he wants you to get over how you’re feeling so he can fuck you.

But, he genuinely doesn’t want you to feel bad and you can tell he cares, because otherwise he wouldn’t be there for you when you're feeling your worst.

Wallace is very affirming, but in his own Wallace way.

He lovingly refers to you as his lameass boyfriend.

If Scott ever compliments you about anything, Wallace will call him gay.

He will shout ‘gay’, like the Senor Chang meme.

"Hey, man, I like your shirt-"

"Ha, Scott's gay!"

"I-I'm not gay! I just like his shirt."

"What's wrong with being gay, Scott?"

"Nothing! There's nothing wrong with being gay!"

"You really need to work on your internalised homophobia, Scott. To think, my gay lover and I share a bed with a bigot."

If you’re doing anything that he knows will make you dysphoric or exacerbate your dysphoria (for example, scrolling through social media and looking at cis dudes that give you gender envy) he’ll shut it down.

Using the aforementioned example, he’ll snatch your phone off you and close the app, saying: “Nope. Make better decisions.”

And, while you’d initially be annoyed at him for grabbing your phone, you will appreciate it in the long run.

If you have testosterone shots but you’re not a fan of doing them yourself, he’ll begrudgingly help you with them.

He will make a very Wallace comment, though

“Stabbing? I didn’t know you were that kinky.”

If anyone’s a dick to you about being trans, Wallace is always ready to go with a snide remark about the other person, because of all the things you could possibly mock his lameass boyfriend for, being trans is at the bottom of that list.

(He should know, as the person who makes fun of you the most.)

Also, he cares about you very, very much and he doesn't want people being transphobic to his boyfriend.

If you’re cool with it, he will make trans jokes, but nothing ‘attack helicopter’ or ‘attack helicopter’ adjacent, because he’s too clever for that and he can come up with better material that isn’t just derivative, transphobic garbage.

If you get your period and it makes you at all dysphoric, be prepared for this exchange:

“Don’t worry. Scott pissed blood last month and cried about it and he’s still a man.”

“Did-did he go to the doctor?”

“I don’t know. He seems fine now, though.”

If you still have boobs and don’t mind them being touched or otherwise acknowledged, he will use them like a pillow.

If you decide to get top surgery, he will make the following request:

“Well, if you’re not using them, can I have them? I need a pillow that Scott won’t steal. And, he wouldn’t steal your tits, because he knows I’d call him gay for it.”

“Why are you like this, Wallace?”

“Selfish.”

Being trans doesn’t make your relationship much different from any of Wallace’s other relationships.

You’re just, for better or worse, another one of Wallace’s boyfriends.

[monkayemporor]

hello hello (°▽°)/ I hope you are doing great (=´∇`=) umm I was wondering if I could request fem! Alexis and your other fave fem! Blue lock characters with a fem!reader that is like 1,96 and kind of the man if I could say of the relationship almost like a Prince Charming and always wear kind of elegant male clothes but the second they are in the bedroom she becomes all whiny, clingy and sit on their lap while holding them as she wear cute babydoll lingerie and cry from overstimulation (//▽//) ITS SO EMBARRASSING BUT I REALLY LIKE THAT

NOTES: Crazy how this is like being made almost a whole month since it was requested…BUT ANYWAY, I see that you’re a person of culture 👍

Pairing: Fem!Masc!Reader x Fem! Alexis Ness & Fem!Rin Itoshi (separate)

Wc: 937

MINORS DNI PLEASE

NESS:

Your choice of fashion was…odd to say the least. Unfeminine to be precise. Not to mention that your height of 6’4 gave you the appearance of a man. To others it was weird, but your girlfriend Alexis Ness simply adored it.

She loved the fact that you acted like her own prince when in public. But behind closed doors…

“Mmh- No more babe, please!”, you whine as Ness stuck another finger up your drooling cunt, your usual dress shirt gone for a set of babydoll lingerie in the color of magenta. She ignored your squirming in her lap and instead buried her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as your puffy folds sucked in her fingers. 

“Please [Name], let me take care of you~”, she whispered into your ear, slowly dragging her fingers in and out of your pussy. 

What a shame, in public you were so elegant and dominant, but here with your girlfriend, you were reduced to a sniveling mess desperate for release.

You dug your fingers into Ness’s back, surely leaving marks as you kept on whining, “Ngh, need something bigger!”

“Be patient.”, Ness murmured in response and curled her fingers in your cunt, erecting moans and whimpers from you. As your mind became hazy with lust, Ness propped you on the bed and spread your legs, your glistening folds now fully exposed and you whimpered.

Keeping one eye on your mound, Alexis reached out for something on the nightstand. Your eyes widened as she grabbed a large magenta strap-on along with lube.

Slowly, Ness gave you a show of lubing up the strap and your legs quivered at the sight. Fuck being the manly one, you were to desperate to come.

Once Ness angled herself over you, she leaned down and gently nipped at your breasts, “Mm, you taste so good~”

You bit your lip and planted your feet on the bed, “Ness, just hurry it up…”

With a sudden thrust of her hips, Ness buried herself into your already wet hole, moaning at the contact and busying herself on one of your nipples. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”, you hissed in pleasure and wrapped your legs around the shorter woman, “Ah- Fuck-…”

With a few more thrusts, your mind completely broke by the combined pleasure of your girlfriend’s thrusts and the overstimulation she had given you earlier.

With one last moan, you came all over Ness and when she pulled out, you could see the strap was covered in your fluids.

With a fucked out look on your face, you watched as Ness covered two of her digits in the fluids and stuck it into her mouth, a soft sigh escaped her mouth as she tasted it.

“So good, Liebling. But I want more~”

RIN:

“Look how the prince has fallen.”, the tall woman snarled as she had you on the bed, your legs wrapped around her neck as she angrily ate you out, nose tickling your pubic hair.

You bit your lip angrily back and tried not to show how much pain you were in by the fact that Rin wouldn’t let you come. On the side, laid your torn babydoll lingerie, something you had worn earlier. 

“Oh, fuck you.”, you hissed through gritted teeth. It wasn’t that you actually hated Rin though, but for some reason the other woman had felt threatened by your presence. Was it because of the fact that you were taller, more masculine, or just simply better at football than her?

But none of that mattered here, because Rin Itoshi had turned you into a sniveling mess. The striker ignored your pathetic little noises and instead focused on her tongue stuck deep into your cunt.

She felt you tighten around her and slapped your breast, “Fucking whore, you want this, don’t you?”

You mewled back in response as tears welled up in your eyes, “Can’t cum- Need something, ngh! Bigger!”

At the sound of that, Rin pulled away from you and shot a triumphant smirk, “Well too bad, because you’re not getting to cum, not unless I say you can.”

You simply stared up at her and tried to grind on the nearest object, too addled with the thought of releasing to pay attention.

Suddenly, you gasped and threw your head back when Rin shoved a vibrator in your drooling folds and a dildo up your ass. She flipped you over onto your stomach and started to thrust the large toy in and out of you, lust glinted in her eyes as she watched you get absolutely manhandled by her. 

Oh how the prince has fallen.

“If you cum without my permission, I’ll make sure you don’t get to release for the rest of the damn night.”, she hissed into your ear as she leaned closer and groped your breast. Relishing in the fact that the only response you could give was a moan. You really were too far gone.

Pleasure and pain filled your mind as the dildo was rammed into your tight hole continuously while the vibrator worked on your clit, sending ecstasy through you.

But it wasn’t enough. You needed to come, screw Rin and her threats. But just as you were about to climax, the younger Itoshi suddenly stopped.

You almost cried at the lost contact until Rin shoved your face into the pillow.

“You fucking bimbo, didn’t I tell you to not cum?”, she asked angrily and trailed a finger down your clit.

“Mmh, sorry Rin-”, you squealed but got cut off by the vibrator being set on the highest level.

“Tonight, I am going to ruin you.”

NOTES: I have a love/hate with this fic bro. ALSO THANKS SO MUCH FOR HELPING ME REACH 52 FOLLOWERS!! MY LITTLE POOKIES!!! <3

[femd-archive]

BIRTHDAY PRESENT

pairing: haikyuu!! — atsumu x fem!reader

word count: 0.8k

content warning: femdom!reader | sub!atsumu | mommy kink | use of toys (dildo) | oral sex (fem receiving) | praise kink | hair pulling | face-fucking | masturbation (masc.) | hands-free orgasm

summary: atsumu thinks you only had a birthday gift for his brother and forgot about him, but you got him the most special present.

📎 side note: never knew how to write someone eating a woman out lol, so it might be a disaster

"Why is only 'Samu getting a gift? It's ma birthday too!" the blonde twin whined, one of his cheek resting against his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Maybe she likes me better" the black-haired one said, still focus on opening the gift box.

"She's ma girlfriend!" Atsumu whined once again, being quiet down by [Name]'s hand over his mouth and a soft 'shhh'.

The couple focused back on the younger twin, who finally opened the box and took out the items out of it; 3 sets of 9 porcelain rice bowls, coming along with their soup spoon and their pair of chopsticks. In the bottom of the box layed a new apron, with the slogan "Onigiri Miya" along the chest.

"If you liked those there are more in the back of my car, but if you don't we can just go together and buy new ones. Just wanted to help you a little bit with the new things for the shop" shrugging her shoulders, [Name] now became a little bit nervous under the quiet twin's silence, as ironic as that sounds.

Finally looking up, the couple could see the tears that were swimming on Osamu's eyes, quickly making Atsumu mirror his state and bringing fresh tears to his own eyes as well.

Osamu walked to them, envolving [Name] on a warm hug, hidding his face on her neck. Atsumu catches his cap that fell down with the motion, thinking that this wasn't the right time to jokingly whine about [Name] being his girlfriend and that Osamu couldn't touch her. Instead, he ruffled his twin's hair when he heard him sob.

"They are perfect" he mumbles, as clear as he can. "Thank you" he whispers, giving a last little squeeze to the woman's body before letting go from the hug. "'M sorry" he laughed, starting to dry out his tears.

"Aww, look at the crybaby" Atsumu teases, putting the cap back on on Osamu and softly slamming the envelope that he quietly slipped out of his pocket on his twin's chest.

He looked at the blonde with a quizzical look, opening the envelope to only find money, a lot of money.

"Shut up" he closed the envelope once again and tended it to his brother.

"Just take it" Atsumu insisted, pushing Osamu's hand.

"This is too much. I can't accept it, not even from you" Osamu refuses.

"Well, that's what brothers are for…right?" Atsumu shrugged, looking away.

It took a few moments before the two males envolved in another warm hug, both of them holding up the tears on their eyes.

"Jeez, you're gonna make me cry guys" [Name] laughed, pressing her ring fingers on both lacrimals to prevent her from crying.

"Oh man, I'm gonna call ma and tell her about it. She won't even believe that ya have money of yer own" Osamu says, slipping of his phone out of his pocket, walking towards the sliding door of the store to go outside.

"Shut yer mouth!" Atsumu yelled, being flipped off by his brother before he closed the door behind him.

[Name] giggled, even after all these years, she never got tired of the twin's antics.

"Baby?" Atsumu called at her.

"Mmh?"

"Is it true?" he asks, snuggling closer to her.

"What baby?" she welcomed him in her arms, leaving a kiss on the top of his head.

"That you like 'Samu better than me" a pout drawed in his lips, which [Name] was quick to kiss.

"Oh silly 'Tsumu" she leaves another kiss on his nose. "I love you more than anything in this world, please don't doubt that" now she kisses his cheek. "I do have a gift for you, but it's something that I can't give you in front of 'Samu" she whispers over his lips, a grin drawing over hers at the slight face of surprise her boyfriend has now.

"Oh" was the only thing that came out of Atsumu's mouth, making [Name] chuckle, leaving another kiss on his forehead.

"Mhm. So wait a little bit longer like the good boy you are and I shall give it to you, okay baby?"

"Yes mommy" he answers obediently, earnign another kiss on the lips.

"Good boy" she whispers, pinching his cheeks with affection.

[...]

Sitting at the feet of the bed and smiling against her hand, [Name] couldn't tear off her eyes away from her pretty boy Atsumu, who was also at the feet of the bed, on the floor.

"You look so pretty baby" she praised.

"Tha-thank you mommy" the setter whines, hips still working their way slowly on that new pretty dildo, his precious birthday gift.

"How do you like your gift, baby?"

"I love it mommy! Thank you..." he whispers, leaving a kiss on her knee. "Wanna please you...please?" looking up, he gazed at her with his puppy eyes.

"Mmh? But it's your birthday honey" she remembered him, caressing his hair with her fingers

"Then...f-for ma birthday, I wanna make ya feel good" he whined, "please"

And how could she say no to those pretty teary eyes?. Undressing herself from her bottom clothes, [Name] opens her legs in front of Atsumu, who looks dreamily at her pussy.

"Come closer baby" she says with a sweet tone.

The setter barely lifts himself up from his dildo to move closer to his girlfriend, shaky hands bringing the toy along with him to sink over it again as he burries his head between his girlfriend's legs.

His tongue started moving along your folds in search for your clit, and when he finally found it he started to lick and suck on it like a starved man. You throw your head backwards, enjoying your boyfriend's skillful tongue; your hand comes to his hair, fingers running through his strands.

"Good boy 'Tsumu, you're such a good boy for me" your praises fall from your lips like a fountain of honey, and he's drinking it all.

His hips started to move faster on top of his 6 inches new dildo, the tip of it starting to hit his prostate again and again. He moans in your pussy, sending vibrations all over your body.

"F-fuck...baby, you feel so good" you whisper, moving your hips to his face, starting to face-fuck him gently.

Atsumu kept moaning, shivering everytime a praise fell out of your mouth. His dick twitched and leaked over the floor as he used both of his holes. He looked up at you with teary eyes, admiring how beautiful you looked as you lost in pleasure, the pleasure that he's giving you.

"Fuck my face" he whispers agains your folds, "grab my hair, do it harder mommy" he pleads, and you oblige.

Your body separates from the bed as you raise your hips and move them against your boyfriend's hot face. His tongue sticks out of his mouth to let you use it as you please as he keeps on bouncing on his toy.

"Touch yourself baby, you deserve it" you say in between heavy breaths. "Taking it all so good for me, looking so pretty...hah, my pretty birthday boy"

Atsumu obeys and finally wraps a hand around his swollen cock and start pumping it at the same pace of his hips. He was already close, and jacking off bring him closer.

Your grip tightens on his blonde locks, making him moan once again as your move your hips desesperatly.

"Gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over your face" you moan and Atsumu can only nod in agreement. He was close too, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

You ended up cumming hard on Atsumu's mouth, body trembling as you hold into the bed sheets to keep steady.

"Fuck...that was intense" you whisper, legs trembling slightly because of your orgasm. Atsumu looked up at you, same puppy eyes gazing at you as your juices dripped off his chin. "Gonna cum too baby? Want me to help you? or you can cum with your new toy?"

"G-gonna cum with my toy...gonna show you how good I am" he mumbles, starting to ride the dildo once again.

"I know that. You're my good boy baby" your hands cups his cute face, pulling him closer and connect your lips together in a heated kiss.

Loyal to his word, he proved to you that he was a good boy and he enjoyed his birthday gift cumming hands free on the floor. His moans got muffled by your lips as his hips twitched with every rope of cum that spilled from his dick. He gasped for aire once you pulled apart from the kiss.

"There you go baby, you did so well" you praised, leaving little kisses all over his face as he normalized his breath. "Come here baby" you helped him get up f the floor with his trembling legs. You both layed on the bed, Atsumu resting on top of you as he regularize his breath.

"Did you like your birthday present, baby?" you ask softly, leaving a kiss on his forehead.

"I loved it mommy. Thank you" he snuggles closer to you, his eyes feeling heavy with laziness.

Before you can even prevent it, he fell asleep on top of you. You feel all sweaty and sticky, but you're also too tired to stand up and clean the both of you. So, just for this time, you give in into the sloth and feel asleep with your boyfriend in your arms.

You're sure you're gonna regret it in the morning.

[mtreebeardiles]

Been thinking about heteronormativity and how it gets regurgitated into queer media and I think maybe the conversation around it is missing some key understandings:

1) no one is saying that the more femme partner can’t be the bottom — just that it shouldn’t be assumed as some kind of “default”

2) no one is saying more femme peeps can’t be attracted to more masc peeps and vice versa — just that it is entirely possible for more femme folks to be attracted to other femme folks, for more masc folks to be attracted to other masc folks, and all the possible combos you can think of rather than **defaulting** to masc x femme as some kind of ingrained, innate dynamic

3) both straight women and queer men can write reductive, stereotypical MLM fiction — but there is an undercurrent of assumptions being made about these writers that are also tied to stereotypes. Critiquing a man in largely leftist spaces is treated as a morally correct given, but critiquing a woman in those spaces is often “men talking over women” or “putting women down” without actually considering the criticism and whether or not it has merit. “I’m not fetishizing gay men, you can’t fetishize gay men.” You can! The same way straight men fetishize queer women! Next!

4) related to 3, both women and men can write AMAZING MLM fiction — I know because I have read some pretty great shit, and some of that was indeed by women! But that doesn’t negate the very fair criticism that a lot of MLM media is largely written by women. Does that mean those women should stop? No! Absolutely not. But it does mean that maybe as a reader or heck even as a creator, it may be worthwhile to broaden your own horizons and read & promote works about queer men written by queer men. Not all of it is automatically good by virtue of the author being queer (again, see above), but we have this tendency in our broader society to assume woman= better at emotions and man= emotionally illiterate, treating it like some kind of innate, “natural” state of things. (It’s bioessentialism. It’s just bioessentialism, that tenacious foot soldier of patriarchy. Avoid this path lest you end up in TERFdom)

Unfortunately the article I was gonna cite here for this point is one I can’t seem to find again, but it essentially was this dude explaining why he’d chosen all women to work on a romance anthology (queer) over any queer men and literally said it’s because men can’t write romance as well/aren’t as “in touch with their emotions”

Idk seems spoken like some schmuck who hasn’t been up til 2 am sobbing over some werewolves from Green Creek but what can ya do

Ultimately my point is: no, you don’t have to be a queer man to write about queer men. But as a queer man who loves reading about queerness (particularly romance cuz I’m a sap and I love that shit), my only real ask is this:

Consider how you’re writing the character and why. Are some patriarchal biases sneaking through? Are those biases YOURS, or are you giving them TO THE CHARACTER in a way that you want to explore? Because there is a difference there and I am not saying you can’t write toxic characters or toxic relationships

I’m just saying there is a difference between the writer crafting their story in a way that implies or heavily endorses toxicity as “default” or “natural” versus a writer who knows it isn’t and is exploring that toxicity with that awareness — an awareness that does, in fact, translate into the work itself

[ros-sauce]

Tumblr ate the ask before I could get to it, but here are my two cents on why viewing a transfem-coded character as Not That is Not a neutral act. Other people have worded this better than me, but I can't find their posts, so my janky explanation will have to do. Discourse post ahead, check the tags and scroll away if any of the things I mention will make you upset, let's go

I recognize that a person's beliefs regarding fiction aren't 1:1 with reality; like, someone who writes about murder is 99.99% likely to not actually be a murderer. But there are times that beliefs regarding fiction and reality do come a little closer together, and this is most present when it comes to prejudices.

An example I can think of, of the overlap between these beliefs, is... If someone uses racist stereotypes when writing a character of a certain race, it's fairly likely that they also hold this belief about that race in real life. Reading that racist depiction, too, can affect real life people's thoughts. Because marginalized people are already subject to a lot of stereotypes by other sources in real life, the presence of those stereotypes in fiction reinforces a belief that the reader has already heard. Since the reader presumably enjoys and respects what they're reading, the thought "Oh, the author thinks x race is like this too, maybe there's merit to that belief." can reasonably follow. And thus, their opinion of x race is worsened, and this opinion can then influence their actions towards actual real life people of that race.

It's also worth noting that the person being stereotyped will feel hurt by the stereotype. If a person of x race sees how unkindly this person writes about someone like them, they're obviously not going to feel excellent about that.

That was a lot of talk that didn't relate to transgenderism, for a post that is about transgenderism, so now here's the part about transgenderism.

Misgendering and degendering are, as we know, tragically very prevalent in the world. Many folks do not like trans people, and invalidate their identity. From what I've seen and heard, transfems are especially affected by this. The majority of transfem people I know have spoken about how they're often incorrectly they/themmed by people around them, even if these people are aware that they/them isn't in that person's pronoun set. More well-known than this degendering is aggressive misgendering. "That's a man in a dress", "that's a pervert who wants to peep in women's bathrooms", etc etc. A lot of people in the world do Not want to recognize trans women as women. They will do anything other than recognize trans women as women, from comparatively small microaggressions to violent aggression-aggressions.

Basically, "trans women aren't women" is a popular prejudice. So, when someone says "Despite the subtext that categorizes this character as a trans woman, that is not a trans woman.", the "Oh, the person I respect believes in this popular thing? Maybe there's merit to it, then" response can happen. And then those people become more likely to be biased against trans women in real life.

The feelings aspect also comes in here. Transfem Mizuki fans don't feel very good when people are like "this character who's just like you isn't a woman."

With the main point out of the way, now I'm going to reply to the other parts of the ask! Which I'm hoping I'm remembering right. Sorry if you didn't ask me these things at all.

How is headcanoning a trans character as Not That any different from headcanoning a cis character as Not That?

I think the difference is that there isn't a violent stereotype being reinforced. That's not to say that stereotypes aren't reinforced when cis characters are headcanoned as trans; they definitely do exist. People love to look at canonically-cis-girl characters with short hair or masc clothing and say "that character is transmasc."

But! Stereotypes like that, like "boys have short hair", don't really further the existence of hate. I'm not saying they're perfectly pure and good stereotypes!! Obviously there are girls with short hair who get harassed over looking masculine. But I can't say that that form of harassment is anywhere near the severity of the harassment marginalized groups face.

Why did you start shit with someone on the internet? What do you gain from that?

If you believe I did a Bad Thing by starting shit, I'm not going to disagree with that! Part of why I instigated that was just that I was mad. That's definitely nowhere near the Top 10 Most Mature Things I've Done In My Life.

I would also like to defend myself a little bit, though! I feel like, by making that piece, that artist was entering a conversation. I was entering the same conversation, albeit viciously. I think entering a conversation means opening yourself to other viewpoints, even if people who hold them are mean about it. If someone decides to be harsh to me about what I said, I obviously won't enjoy it, but I will recognize that I signed up for it.

As for what I gain from that: Lowering the artist's reach, hopefully. If people rescind their internet clout, or analyze that piece and notice that it supports something they might not want to (refer to how large the trans flag is on her as opposed to the "crossdresser" note, which is so small that it escaped some viewers' notice), then it won't go quite as far in the algorithm. And the prejudice present in the work won't get as many eyes. Maybe it will have slightly less of an effect on the real world!

[sorin-sunchild]

Wait whats the issue with saying tma/tme?

Similar to what happened to AGAB terms, people have started to use TMA/TME to just mean 'Binary AMAB trans woman/binary AFAB trans man' occasionally parcelling it out to nonbinary people as well based strictly on your AGAB/SAB or perceived AGAB/SAB. The creation of a new binary isn't a good thing, especially one defined by a specific type of oppression/bigotry that is not black and white in it's real life execution. It will always involve ignoring, excluding and erasing the experiences of those who don't fit that strict binary but still experience what it's talking about.

*AMAB trans women are the most effected by systemic transmisogyny (after all they are the intended target of it). They are the most affected and the worse affected group. The way others can be affected is not equal but it's also not acceptable and it still happens - circumstantially or otherwise. 'Exempt' means immune to, free from, never experiencing or having to experience X *ever*. Bigots aren't kind and are well known for simply lashing out at anyone with any resemblance to a group they hate.

The line especially gets blurry if one is intersex. An AFAB intersex person, after all, could have gone through a masculinising puberty and be affected by transmisogny for simply looking 'masculine/like a man' in the transphobes eyes. Bigots rarely give a shit about what your personal identity and actual AGAB is. If they want to be transmisogynistic towards you, they will. In this way you will not be 'exempt' simply for not being AMAB and in some way trans feminine. There are people who will *never* experience even a lick of transmisogny but it's not strictly based on one's AGAB or gender.

Considering point 1 and how many people use TMA/TME alone to describe someone's identity e.g. 'TMA so-and-so' ...don't you think it's a bit weird referring to trans women specifically by the oppression they face? Not as women, or trans women, or trans femmes but basically 'victim of transmisogny'. It's like referring to your ssa friend as 'lesbophobia affected' instead of 'a lesbian'. It's just strange to centre the persons oppression and not their gender/actual identity to me I dunno. Trans women deserve better than to be constantly reminded or told of their inherent 'inescapable victimhood' to the point where it becomes how they're identified as trans women.

People are using it to basically assess whether a person is or isn't allowed to talk about how transmisogyny or transphobia in general affects anyone of any group. Again this is needlessly exclusionary. Reminds me of how 'no uterus no opinion' was/is used with the intention of telling cis men to back off discussion of cis women's reproductive rights etc but also excludes trans men by assuming their lack of a uterus based on gender and excludes trans women from talking about issues affecting people of their gender simply due to assumedly not having a certain body part.

I don't think people who use it often consider the wider implications and you aren't bad necessarily just for using it. I'm sure some do find it useful, but it's not useful on a wider scale. If it's useful to you then use it for you but maybe we can back off using it for others based on assumptions?

There's many areas of grey when it comes to how transmisogny affects people. People who aren't trans women saying they are affected by transmisogny isn't because they all want to be victims so bad or talk over trans women. It's because they know what they experienced and they don't want to be shoved into another binary box and have their experiences silenced because a bunch of strangers online have black and white thinking. This has never nor will it ever be a good thing to do to someone.

Do I think I've ever been personally affected by transmisogny? No. But that doesn't mean that other trans masc NB people haven't and never will or can. Trans women and trans femmes, especially AMAB ones are always always ALWAYS going to be the most affected and the most vulnerable to it and the ones who have the most to gain from it being fought but that does not and will not ever mean that everyone else is miraculously never affected at all i.e. exempt. That's my personal issue with the TMA/TME dictonomy.

*In light of recent events, I would like to express that my usage of 'AMAB trans woman' here was to acknowledge my understanding that transmisogyny is more often aimed at and greatly used to oppress any person who is not a man but was assigned male at birth and undertakes transition towards being seen as a woman/woman-aligned by society. It was not used to call trans women men or male and I did not intend to overly highlight the type of trans woman I was talking about - hence my dropping of AGAB terminology when it wasn't necessary to the point. I have altered one use of the phrase to deemphasize the usage that upset someone. However, I still maintain that if you are rude to someone online they don't owe you any kind of civility back either.

[half-dead-writer]

|| First Impressions ||

[ John Doe / Joker x Reader ]

Reader, a homeless thief, gets to stay at the abandoned subway where the Pact resides. John's the one to show him around.

🌈 || John Doe / Joker [Batman: The Telltale Series] 🌈 || ~1,4k words 🌈 || gender-neutral reader

TW: I don't know shit about Batman or DC I got interested in it purely because of Telltale's game. I'm weak for sweet men with mental issues. I was very surprised to see there's like no Joker x masc reader so I came to fix that. Which... still turned gender-neutral, curse my genderless writing. Well, I'm planning to write more, so this is kind of like a part one I guess. I wish I was better at nailing the character's behaviors but well, I can dream.

You took a few careful steps before seeing the full Old Five Points, the abandoned subway station with a woman wearing black and red clothes walking close behind you.

"Here we are!" She extended her arm to properly show you the place as her voice lightly echoed.

"Isn't it lovely?" Harley added after a while, judging your reaction with a carefree smirk.

You looked around the place, still rightfully distrustful of her intentions, but for your sake you decided to play nice.

"It's- spacious." You tried to compliment the place with a halfly-joking tone.

"Yeah, it is. Hopefully there's gonna be a place for you to stay." She commented with a (not so) subtle undertone of dominance as she walked down the stairs, not bothering to look if you're following her. "As long as you contribute, that is."

You stayed silent, not really knowing what to respond to the girl's flaunting of having a steady place in the group. You were fortunate enough to convince her to let you stay as you had nowhere else to go.

You were a mere homeless thief, lots of those could be found in the streets of Gotham. Maybe she saw something in you, or maybe she thought you'd be gone sooner than later. Harley was still a new person to you and you had no idea what her deal was, except that she thrived on chaos, so maybe that's why she let you join - because she wanted some entertainment out of you.

After a short moment Harley exclaimed again.

"Oh, Puddin'!" Her melodious voice echoed again, leaving you wondering who else is residing here.

You were a bit ashamed to admit to yourself you had no knowledge of who, where, and why. Your only briefest idea of the place was that there was a couple of criminals living here. You were determined to finally have a "home" or at least not sleep on the street, hence why you took the offer of staying here.

You noticed a tall man wearing a funky outfit come out of what you now saw was a small building with "Ha-Hacienda" signed on it.

"Harley! You're back!" The man remarked happily while approaching. "How was the trip? Oh, you brought a friend?"

You didn't want to stare too much at the uncanny looking fella who had a wide smile on his face, which was the exact opposite of him, as he looked you up and down, making you slightly uncomfortable.

"Poor thing doesn't have a place to stay, so I thought we could spare some here." You heard as she faked the care in her tone.

You saw as she put the hand on her hip while speaking. "I still got some errands to run, so I'll be going. But I hope you show our new member around, won't you darling?"

"Of course!" He grinned even wider, fiddling with his hands in excitement and looking at you after.

"See you later, Pud'." She kissed him on the cheek with the audible "mwah" at the end, making the man giggle quietly and then turned to you both as she was leaving, motioning her fingers in a "bye-bye". "Don't forget to behave."

You weren't quite sure if she was referring to "Puddin'" or you, but you assumed it was you.

Finally you were left alone with the eccentric fellow. You had no idea whether it was safe to trust him, but aside his creepy look he didn't seem as... harmful? Although you were cautiously wary, at least he tried to be friendly.

"Oh boy, a new face!" He rushed you out of your thoughts with his cheerful demeanor. "Y/N, huh? I hope Harley didn't scare you too much. She's good at that." He chuckled.

You didn't really know how to behave, nor what to say, as the nameless man kept talking.

"I... I guess so." You finally managed to get a word in. "I mean- it's a good trait, if you think about it. At least in this line of work."

"Heh, right. That's Harley!" He confirmed once again, clearly thinking fondly of her. "...I'm getting chills just thinking about her-"

You were a bit bored of him gushing about the girl, but you weren't about to stop him.

"Oh! But where are my manners- You gotta excuse me, I'm a bit rusty with introductions." He once again put his hands together, trying to keep his eagerness at bay not to scare you off. "Name's John."

"Y/N. But- You already know that." You smiled politely yet awkwardly, also being rusty on meeting new people.

"Yes- And what a lovely name it is!" He put his hand on your shoulder, seemingly not aware of how "in your face" he was.

The sudden gesture made you shudder involuntarily, not used to other people being so touchy. You cringed at yourself slightly.

He quickly took away his hand, tilting his head slightly. "Oops, sorry for startling you. I didn't realize I was that scary." You were unsure of how much truth hid behind his words, as he turned more sheepish.

"Uh, nah, it's fine- You got a lovely name too." You didn't think much as you copied his compliment, rushing to get away from the awkward situation and in turn getting into yet another one. You didn't wanna be too forward, in case he thought you weren't sincere.

"Oh, you think so?" He put his fingers to his chin in a thoughtful manner. "Isn't it a bit... hm... common?" He turned his attention on you again.

You merely shrugged, looking around, unsure what to say.

"Well- There's a reason it's common, right?" You had a faint worry of conversation becoming too flat, but John didn't seem to mind.

"Guess I can't argue with that!" He chuckled. "But anyway, I'm supposed to show you around-"

. . .

John appeared to really be as friendly as he portrayed himself, or at least he seemed genuine in wanting to know you. Chit-chatting to you non-stop as he showed you the place, which wasn't really much, given the place was just a subway turned into something livable.

Last stop he showed you was his "Ha-Hacienda", which you couldn't disagree was a bit cozy looking. Well, as cozy as it could get in a place like this. The entrance was decorated with some lights, which made the thing pop a little. The only thing that wasn't really homey was the lack of solid 4 walls, as the room was fully visible through the big windows. You shouldn't really judge it too much though, at least he had somewhere to sleep, unlike you.

"So? What do you think?" He extended his arms as he showed you his room.

As you walked in, you could tell it was his room. The walls were decorated with various things like masks, photos of John with other people, some cobwebs here and there, even an Arkham t-shirt.

"It suits you." You lightheartedly said, in the best way possible.

"Hah, I'm glad you think so!" He sat on the bed, looking at his things proudly. You wondered if his cheeks hurt from smiling so much around you.

"I wonder where you are gonna reside, though." He opened up with yet another topic when things were just about to get quiet. This man was a never-ending talk, but you kinda liked that.

"Oh- I- actually... don't know." You admitted, scratching your arm a little while just lingering in his room on your feet, not wanting to overuse his hospitality and, god forbid, making him angry by sitting on his chair - you were still cautious on that, although you were opening up slowly.

"Well- I know the subway's cold walls and floors are inviting, but you know what, I like you." He flashed you a toothy grin. "Maybe you could stay here. We should get you some sleeping bag- or, you can even take the chair, if you'd like."

You were a bit surprised on John's offer, but you couldn't deny his room was better than some cold hallway. At least the ceiling's lights gave some sort of illusion of warmth. And from what you observed of him, John was quite mindful of your comfort, so you didn't have to worry about any inappropriate stuff going on.

You took a moment to process the offer and nodded your head.

"Um- okay. That's very nice of you to offer." You showed him a genuine smile, him quickly reciprocating.

"Then it's settled!" He got up from the bed he was sitting on in a sudden spurt of energy and added after a while.

"...Roomie."

[olderthannetfic]

I’m kind of surprised that the whole heteronormativity BL discourse turned into me hating femme men and wanting every man to be masc. It’s doubly nuts because the story I described that got the brunt of this was one I made because of a certain masculine gay character trope that I really hated, to the point where my idea of fixing it was to basically make him sensitive and soft and a yuri on ice fan, and bullied for his lack of masculinity. If I find myself hating or feeling negatively about any part of a BL story it’s usually because of the actions of the top/seme character.

If a BL is bad, or I don’t know if it’s good or not, or I think there’s any bad writing moments at all, the top is usually the problem. This rule applies even if I think the top is a great character. This applies even if the bottom is a fucking terrorist who crippled an innocent young woman and tortured her for hours and never once grows as a person the whole story. (to be clear I really like the story i’m talking about and would recommend it, halfway across by dracze, but it’s still insane how the top basically NEEDS to be at the more toxic one in the relationship if the story has any flavor whatsoever). I know there are obviously exceptions, I can’t name a single one at the moment.

None of what i’m saying is a criticism of BL or of masc gay characters, i’m just saying that way too many people jumped to one specific conclusion about me based on my words. I really hope this doesn’t turn into discourse about me hating masc gay men and wanting everyone to be femme or some shit. I’d probably rage quit the internet for a week if that happened.

--

You are the only one who can't let this go. Everyone else forgot about it five minutes after it happened... or would have if your ongoing behavior didn't remind them.

--

As I've explained numerous times, people respond to the subtext and vibe of what a person writes as much as to their literal words. You said a bunch of shit that was laden with buzzwords and dogwhistles from communities with bad attitudes. People picked up on that.

You send lots of lengthy posts that are hard to parse and that come out of nowhere. And no, "you don't have to answer this but..." is not the ass-covering you think it is. I have to at least look at the posts in my inbox to evaluate them before they go in the queue. Normally, I don't mind if the same person sends me lots, and I don't care if they're all super interesting, but yours are particularly self-absorbed, boring, and horribly-written.

They're always phrased like "I think X about media Y". They don't invite discussion. They aren't tied to past conversations on here. They don't show the slightest spark of interest in what others think.

You apparently want eyeballs on your writing, both creative and nonfiction asks, but you're incapable of showing genuine interest in others. If these posts are an attempt to interact rather than to just say words in front of an audience, it sure doesn't show in the final product.

The posts people respond better to are just written better, but they are also more obviously part of a dialogue that treats other readers of my blog as peers, not a spigot dispensing free attention.

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Why should anyone care why you dislike one BL or another? I get that you're trying to prove something about yourself, but why should anyone care about that either?

You are not the main character in other people's lives.

You're treating this like some need to clear your name, but fundamentally, that's assuming any of this matters to other people. It doesn't outside of refuting a given comment on a given post and then, like I said, forgetting about it five minutes later.

--

Every time you ask a new question, it just demonstrates the same lack of clue as before. For example, you recently asked (in part):

"What would changing my behavior look like? I have full plans to write […]"

It does not matter what comes in place of that ellipsis because no one cares what you do in your own art.

No one ever had an issue with your art because nobody has consumed it. And, to be honest, plenty of people have perfectly fine values for things they do. The fact that you do or don't include problematic thing X or proship stance Y in your own art is not proof of anything.

The issue is in how people talk to others about other people's art.

Endlessly trying to bring up your own work just looks like pointless grandstanding. Meanwhile, the vibe when you chat with others here has not really changed. There's still a strong subtext of unexamined assumptions and desire to make everything about yourself.

It's not about swapping out word X or Y. It's about your overall writing ability and command of subtext, which is poor. Really, really poor.

It's also about moronic statements like:

Like would it have made you mad that I said what I said if I removed those words? Because I didn't even mean them I just didn't think long enough to cut them from the post.

"Ooh, I didn't think".

Then don't fucking speak.

Or, if you do run your mouth without thinking, like most of us do sometimes, expect to suffer the consequences and don't cry like a cowardly little weasel when you do.

--

To be perfectly frank, I spend less time trying to promote my own work on here than you do. On my blog.

And I can actually write.

This constant me, me, me, me bullshit is what makes you seem selfish, self-absorbed, and like you're wasting everyone's time on purpose.

[notrapsplease]

The Magic Lesson, pt 2 : Varan (Tav) POV

Second fic about the infamous act 1 magic lesson with my tiefling Tav (Varan). Summary: Varan thought a magic lesson was the perfect time to try and flirt with the wizard from waterdeep, but the reaction wasn't exactly what he was hoping for. Pairings: all pining at this point but: Astarion xMasc!Tav (Varan), Gale x Masc!Tav (Varan) Warnings: Mention of prejudice against tieflings Word count: 783 Ao3: here

“Do you want some wine?” Varan asked as he approached Shadowheart’s camp. She looked up from sharpening her glaive and raised an eyebrow, “Yes. Though I am concerned what made you open the bottle in the first place, since I didn’t think you drank.”

“I don’t.” Varan agreed, putting the wine down next to her, “Wish I did, right now. This is a bribe so I can tell you about my mortifying evening.” 

“Hm, I probably didn’t need a bribe for that, but I appreciate the gesture.” Shadowheart inspected the bottle, and poured herself a cup as Varan sat down next to her. 

“So what happened?” Shadowheart prompted as she took a sip of the wine. 

“Well, I noticed Gale was casting some spell.”

“Of course.” Shadowheart nodded, sagely. 

“I went over to him, asked about it, and he ended up giving me a little lesson in arcane magic.” 

Shadowheart smiled, “That’s adorable.”

“Oh it was.” Varan assured her “He was,” he hesitated, confused, “— or I was?” he shrugged and continued, “— Channeling the Weave. It sort of merged our thoughts together.”

“Sure that wasn’t our little stowaways?” Shadowheart asked, swirling the wine in her cup. Varan shook his head, “It was similar, but very different too. It was — sweeter. Gentler. Far more pleasant. I realized that I had only to think about a feeling and Gale would know it too. Everything felt very safe, very intimate. So I thought about kissing him.” 

Shadowheart took a long drink of wine to hide her smirk. 

“The first thing I got back from his thoughts was embarrassment.”

Shadowheart was surprised to hear that, she put the goblet of wine on the ground next to her to look more earnestly at Varan. The tiefling was looking at the ground as he continued, “Then absolute dread. Then I thought maybe he was excited, but the feelings faded after that and I couldn’t really tell. And the first two were very — patent.” Varan sighed, “He said that he wasn’t expecting that. He also did try to say it was welcome, but then quickly told me goodnight.” 

Shadowheart had been trying to keep her expression neutral but failed as she grimaced at the end. Varan nodded at her, “Hence mortifying.” 

Shadowheart refilled her cup, thinking. “Maybe he’s never had a man interested in him.” 

“Shadowheart, please.” Varan retorted, “Wyll’s the one with the bad eye.” 

Shadowheart laughed, “Well, maybe not never, but recently? I do think his last relationship was with a woman. It might have been fairly serious too.”

Varan was quiet, thoughtful a moment, “How’d you know that?” 

Shadowheart shrugged, “Context clues mostly. Wyll and I were sitting with him while he was cooking earlier. He seemed to indicate getting out of a committed relationship recently.” 

Varan considered that. “Maybe. Doesn’t quite explain the dread. Maybe that’s just me.”

“What do you mean?” Shadowheart prompted. 

“Horns turn some people off.” Varan said shortly, tipping his head. 

“Oh.” Shadowheart thought on that, “I don’t think Gale’s like that. If he had some prejudice, I think it would have come out at the Grove, don’t you?”

“Very different pitying refuges, then, whatever this was.” Varan said pointedly. 

“I don’t think that’s what was wrong, if anything was.” Shadowheart said, as confidently as she could, “I also don’t want to argue with you about this, I know you understand better than I could. But I think you should try and consider another explanation first.”

Varan smiled, “You’re right, I should.” 

“Maybe just talk to him in the morning.” Shadowheart suggested.

“Hello Gale, why does the thought of kissing me embarrass you?” Varan rehearsed, “Lovely conversation for breakfast. I might just go drown myself in that lake afterwards, probably be less painful.”

Shadowheart gave him an encouraging smile. 

Varan sighed, “Fine. You’re right. I should just…see what he says. Honestly can’t be worse then feeling it.” 

Shadowheart followed the tiefling’s gaze to the water beside the camp. From where she had set up her tent, they couldn’t see the other companions, but there was a reflection on the water cast off the candles by Gale’s tent. 

“I am sorry things didn’t work out.” Shadowheart said as earnestly as she could. 

Varan shrugged, “Probably shouldn’t have expected anything good. This situation we’re in, isn’t really the time for flirting.” 

“Oh I think it’s the perfect time.” Shadowheart disagreed, “Could die at anytime, why not try and have some fun in the meantime?”

“Oh yeah? Who are you going to embarrass yourself in front of then?” Varan asked.

“I’m planning to trip in front of Karlach at least once a day so she catches me.” Shadowheart said. Varan chuckled, “Excellent plan.”

“I know.” 

AN: Hopefully I'm not the only person who felt Gale's reaction to the "Imagine kissing him..." prompt during the Weave scene was a bit awkward. Like I get it and it makes sense given the truth of Gale's condition, but in the moment it feels like he's not that into it.

[nothums-from-tj]

In honor of me coming out to my dad tomorrow uhhhhh here’s a playlist to send to a loved one you plan on coming out to (starts with information, then with advice and stories, and then good trans/non-binary representation in media) bc I’m gonna be sending this to him afterwards. Feel free to use this playlist and these resources for your own coming out if you’d like :] it’s a long list so uh scroll to the end for my final point

PFLAG (can help parents find support groups to try to cope bc this is a shift in relationship and it’s ok for them to grieve, or at least find other resources to help them to support you)

HRC Resources (this particular section debunks myths on transgender issues and popular arguments against trans people and transitioning and answering common questions about said issues)

Understanding Gender Identity (article with a long list of definitions, go through and tell them what to start with to understand you and the situation better; there’s a beginning part too, though I feel it’ll be too confusing to start them off there)

Transgender Brain and Gender Identity (article discussing some improvements in transgender research and providing hope for trans people’s future I’d think, it’s a little wordy and an excellent read methinks)

GC2B (for my AFAB friends, this is probably the highest quality chest binder you can get and wearing a thin top under or wearing it inside out should help with any sensory issues, also since it’s made by fellow trans mascs they know how to not hurt our bodies; transitional gear is an excellent way for a loved one to support you if they can afford it; DO NOT go a size too small, don’t even risk it, they don’t work the way bras do)

Transguy Supply (also for AFAB friends, this I mostly trust for packers and packing boxers, and again transitional gear is an excellent way to support you if it can be afforded; do your own research for packing so you and your loved one are on the same page or at least you’d be able to let them know)

Menstrual Boxers (last one for AFAB friends lol, specifically for y’all who menstruate; this is such a dysphoria reliever for me as it feels like men’s underwear and I don’t have to really worry about “protection” for a little while, they also have regular “girl” boxers that can help you find a middle ground of sorts with the person you’re coming out to for a bit, just to ease into it)

Bra Resource (now for my AMAB pals, unfortunately I’m not skilled here as I myself am a trans man so I want to do my best here anyway: here is an article written by a trans woman with her bra experience and has varying other articles that I’m hoping will help you and a loved one out to pick one out for you as, again, transitional gear is an amazing way to support you if they can afford this type of gesture)

Tomboy X (from compression tops to packing boxers to adaptable bras to gaffs, y’all are set to go with just about everything here they do their best to relieve everyone’s dysphoria—def look at the reviews for things for a better judgement)

TransTape (skin-safe “tape” that can be used for packing, binding, and tucking; I think binding with TT is safer than with a binder since it’s not actually compressing, don’t quote me on that though; READ THE INSTRUCTIONS before use, please don’t hurt yourself)

Reminder that while it’s not your responsibility to do all the education for them, it’s important to push them in the right direction, at least to give them reliable sources. Make sure to look at the sites, read the articles, and watch the videos either before your coming out or do this with them so you can pick and choose what you want to narrate in your own experiences. Stay cool and be safe! Feel free to reblog with other sources, tips, anything you want to add!

If it helps at all: they don’t need to fully understand, the goal is that they accept you

(Edit from the next day, 5/5/2023: everything’s good and fine and cool between us and I can only hope y’all have a similar experience <3)

[menstits]

is this a safe place to hate k4veh and k4vetham. Its so funny that his fans act like hes the most well written character in the game when hes just a guy with imposter syndrome and mommy issues that got scammed. funny of them also to act like nilou didnt do anything in the story like i think nilou is boring as fuck but at least she paid an important role on the first and last arcs, all kaveh did was argue with alhaitham at the end for 2 minutes for #fujopoints and thats it. also congrats to hkv for being the first gay ship to be implied but they feel sooooo forced bc u can tell hoyoverse is only good at writting yuri bc of past experience

I didn't even know that people were trying to argue about nilou too, you're bringing me discourse the likes of which i cannot even imagine. Like i cannot bring myself to get invested in nilou just because she's boring but objectively she's far more plot relevant than kaveh like bro we were trapped in her dream world for like an entire arc.

In all seriousness though, i don't want to be too much of a bitch because i do have mutuals who like kaveh/kavetham in a normal people manner so this is all about a specific chunk of the fanbase, i'm not making blanket statements like mewchies if you're reading this it's not about you i literally just have seen Things against my will on twitter and want to bitch about it + i'm adding a readmore cause this is becoming long

I don't even think it's like. An issue that's specific to the characters or the pairing. In a vacuum i would have probably felt entirely neutral about kaveh because he's not even an unlikeable character. If i lived in a cave and played the game without knowing what anyone else is doing in another lifetime maybe i would have even liked him. I don't harbor negative feelings towards the people who can be normal about liking a character but the thing is that he is literally just some guy. Like his Thing is that he's just some dude who's in his 30s and is kind hearted to a fault cause then he always gets scammed which in itself is like. A pretty funny/endearing character concept in itself. And i know that him being Just Some Guy makes him relatable to all manner of tormented young adults who are also Just Some Guy as well which is FINE. I get it. We are all some guy deep down. But what bothers me is that . A certain side of the fanbase wants him to be kaeya so fucking bad and will project conflicts onto kaveh that are literally just kaeya's and it's like. I will kill you with a rock. They have very similar conflicts except for the fact that kaveh's are repackaged to be about more mundane things compared to kaeya's and it's so... Kaeya has been there doing all that 3 years before kaveh was even a twinkle in the hoyoverse devs' eye . If you're a kaveh fan you better only ever say nice things about kaeya or i will strangle you.

My OTHER grievance with kaveh fujos which are really NOT even always the same category as the fans doing what i just mentioned is that . They draw him and write him like a cishet woman on the verge of a divorce i don't know how else to explain like i feel like people brought back the insane super masc muscled seme x skinny malnourished frail and womanly uke with an inexplicably fat ass trend from older yaoi full force for these two in a way that i hadn't seen since like 2012 it's so sickening not even in a funny way not even just redesigning him to have different body proportions from the standard twink model like that's good end encouraged but NO they're just literally making him as frail and womanly and vitamins deficient looking as possible and then giving him a scary waist to hips ratio like ENOUGH. ENOUGJ that man has no ass HE HAS NO ASS HE'S SHAPED LIKE A BOOKMARK❗❗

[antiterf]

To be more specific, I was mentioning that I find myself over critical of Susan Stryker. I respect the work she does and find a lot of what's she's done beneficial. I've posted some of her stuff on here before to share (her documentary on Comptons Cafeteria is awesome and can be watched on YouTube btw).

But sometimes she's pissed me off. In her book about trans history, she compared herself to multiple marginalized groups before not mentioning them at all within her book. Disability being the one I noticed never mentioned again.

What got to me a lot was what she wrote about trans men though.

"Before Reed Erickson became a major voice on transgender matters, most of the significant figures in transgender political history were cisgender men and transgender women. A community of trans men would become increasingly organized, active, and visible by the 1970s, but transgender men before Erickson tended to disappear into the woodwork of mainstream society and tended not to participate in groups and organizations." (Page 92 of Transgender History)

Like, imagine knowing firsthand how difficult it is to find the history of queer people and giving such a broad conclusion. Her reasoning why was that trans men passed better than trans women without medical transition and had an easier time fitting into society. It goes against the lived reality of plenty of trans men, including me, who often got misgendered before T despite doing nearly everything I could not to be.

So imagine being me, reading this, waiting to find someone in history that I can truly relate to as a trans man, finally, after looking and looking and coming up short. Only to have one of the most prominent figures of trans studies write that my struggles were not enough to start activist groups.

Alan Hart, a trans man whose expertise in the X-ray saved hundreds if not thousands of lives, wrote about a gay man in one of his books in 1936. If only I knew more about the impact of that, but I don't have access to those kinds of archives, nor do I have training for historical research. He's important historically because he's seen as the first person in the US who received gender-affirming surgery. Yet Stryker writes a single sentence about him, with the only other people in the section she writes him, which starts with:

It’s striking that so much of the early networking and organizing on trans issues takes place between transfeminine people and cisgender men, because there were of course many transmasculine people and trans men living interesting and accomplished lives between the 1850s and 1950s. (Page 57)

Where the only trans mascs she actually goes into detail about are the one's who lean more towards masc women.

Pauli Murray, assigned female at birth in Baltimore in 1910, struggled with questions of gender identity in her youth, often passing as a teenage boy and even seeking hormonal masculinization in the 1940s, before reconciling herself to living as a masculine woman.

Pauli Murray and Dr. Mary Walker are the only ones who get more than a single sentence compared to those with more masc names that they went by.

I do not think it was done with malice, but I have a damn good reason to be pissed. No other oppressed group has had it where the men simply don't exist when it comes to fighting oppression; it's a bit too difficult to believe that there was nothing until the 1970s. When trans men struggle with invisibility, it hurts to have that invisibility used to justify upholding it by another trans person. Especially when that person has so much influence over the theory of transgender oppression and culture.

I have found so much of this woman's work to be important, but I can still be pissed about shit like this. I even acknowledge that a lot of nitpicking is done by myself because I am over-critical, that it is partly not out of logic. My emotions have their reasons though, and I should be able to bitch.

I constantly end up having "it wasn't done out of ill intent" as a response to my anger and like... I can still be upset about something someone did even though it wasn't done with bad intentions. The consequence still exists. Please let me bitch about that.

[b0ther]

her body fit right in my hands

lisa insists on fucking you even after you told her that kaeya was coming over. now that he's here, she wants to act shy, but you know her better than that.

pairing : lisa x reader (masc pronouns, amab), kaeya x lisa x reader (masc pronouns, amab)

rating : explicit, not safe for work (sexual content)

type : one-shot

tags : threesome (m/f/m), dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, verbal degradation, the usage of the words “whore”, “doll”, and “slut”, blow job, bimbofication, manhandling, exhibitionism, riding, cumming inside, choking, walking in on someone, reader and kaeya have big dicks, reader and kaeya objectifies lisa (and she loves it), lisa is mouthy

word count : 3,674

author's note : title from 'señorita' by camila cabello and shawn mendes. i wanna suck on lisa's cunt.

( masterlist │ ask/request│ ao3 )

You tried warning Lisa that Kaeya would be stopping by your room that night—you were recently promoted as his right hand man and he wanted to share some congratulatory drinks in your chamber. You made it clear with Lisa that tonight was a night that cannot be disturbed.

But she was so good, so pretty in her tiny nightgown, just short below the curves of her ass, and it was enough to falter you.

“But I miss you,” her fuckable lips frowned.

And before you know it, Lisa had her fingers wrapped around your cock, her head rhythmically bobbing up and down as she took your full length down her throat. She had always known how to make you feel good.

“It won’t take long,” she eventually whispered, aligning the tip of your dick with her entrance as you sat on the edge of your bed. “I just need to feel you— ngh!”

Lisa was cut off by her own initiative of dropping down on your cock, knees shaking as if welcoming you inside her for the first time. You felt your lap greeting wetter as her sopping cunt took in your cock.

“You’re so fucking tight,” you gritted your teeth, pressing your hands on her hips, spreading her ass cheeks open. You leaned and kissed her lips, making your way down to her neck. “Let me see those beautiful tits, baby.”

Lisa moaned out your name in tiny gasps, slipping the straps off her shoulder, and you were greeted with the magnificent view of her massive jugs as her loose dress gathered on her waist, your cock throbbing inside of her as she bounced up and down.

“D’you feel good?” She asked, as she bit her lips and looked at you, her eyelashes fluttering prettily. You had no reason to say no.

“Fuck, you’re filling me up,” she wrapped her arms around your neck and pressed your face to her chest. You happily obliged, lapping on her hard nipples, taking them softly between your lips. Lisa moaned out your name, rolling her hips against you, her fat ass displayed out in the open, “I missed you so much.”

“You sucked me off this morning,” you chuckled against her tits, hands busy kneading her ass.

She pouted, “That’s not the same, you know it.”

How did you end up with such a good girl? You grinned at her as she fucked you.

“What? ‘Cause I don’t have my cock buried in your pussy?”

Dirty talk always makes her falter, she likes it when you put her own words into your mouth. Lisa whimpered, shamelessly nodding her head, “My pussy missed you.”

You glanced down at the way she was taking in the full length of your cock, her knees occasionally wobbling against the bed.

“So needy for my dick,” you murmured, turning your focus on her chest and you could feel the sudden change in urgency in her fucking. Lisa bounced herself in a much more erratic pace, tits going everywhere. Her walls clenched around your length, driving you to your own orgasm.

As your cream filled her, Lisa hugged your head into her chest, not letting go as she mewled, her hips rolling at the same rhythm of her own orgasm washing over her.

“Oh?” A sudden light engulfed your candle lit room, and you turned to see your captain by the doorway, his arm crossed on his chest as he assessed the situation that he had caught you in. “Seems like I’ve caught you in a terrible time.”

Still high on her orgasm, Lisa’s moans got even louder when she realized that someone was watching her ride your dick. She let go of your head, and instead buried her face on your neck.

You grinned at Kaeya, giving him a look only he could decipher, beckoning him to enter the room with your head.

“Oh my,” Kaeya continued to muse as he closed the door behind him. Lisa whimpered, and you gave her ass a good squeeze before manhandling her, turning her body around for Kaeya to view. “With Miss Lisa too.”

Her breath was heavy, tits shimmering with your salivation. She braved himself to look at him, swallowing her shyness before turning away again at how Kaeya was drinking in the shape of her jugs, the way her face was so openly tantalizing, as if challenging him.

“Look, Kaeya.”

You lifted Lisa off your cock by the plumps of her thighs, letting her sit on your lap as you spread her throbbing cunt open with two fingers, letting him a view of her glorious, glistening hole.

“You have to try her pussy, the tightest goddamn cunt you’ll ever fuck.”

Lisa whimpered against your neck when you easily offered him to take her cunt, softly calling out your name when you slipped a finger into her entrance, kneading her tit on the other hand.

She tried hiding her face again, but the arousal she was gathering from having Kaeya watch as you finger her was obvious.

“Fuck,” she gasped, tugging on the material of your shirt as you fucked her with your finger. You could feel her walls tightening around your thick digit, and decided to enter another one, eliciting a lewd moan from her, “more more more more.”

Kaeya chuckled, breaking free of his stares of awe at her cunt, and her attention immediately went to the growing bulge suffocating in his pants.

“She’s got a pretty mouth too,” he mused, hands already busy unbuckling his belt.

“Oh,” you laughed quietly when Kaeya finally let go of his dick, slapping against his shirt with a low thump. “Look at him, Lisa. He’s ready for you. Good thing I prepped you up beforehand, huh?”

You watch Lisa’s expression melt at the sight of Kaeya’s cock—fat, but also long, with a vein running up to its tips that was oozing with precum. Her eyes widened in nervousness, and you took the opportunity to curl your fingers in her. She arched her back, grinding down on your hand.

“It’s so big…” She murmured, you can feel her cunt squirming in excitement, closing her legs to feel more friction on her clit.

“Don’t be shy, Miss Librarian,” you propped her up against your body, sitting her down on your lap and pulling her thick thighs even further apart to let the cool breeze hit her wet core. “Your good cunt can take him in, right?”

With your encouragement, Lisa bit her lips and nodded obediently.

“Good girl,” you praised as Kaeya stepped forward. You turned to him a with a slight smirk etched on your lips, “Wanna fuck her mouth or pussy first? She’s amazing at both.”

He raised an eyebrow, “You seem proud of your little doll.”

“She’s something to be proud of,” you cooed, kissing her soft cheek. She whimpered underneath you, clinging on your shirt, breath heavy as if entering another high.

“What a good girl,” Kaeya agreed, grabbing her jaws to peer into her emerald eyes.

Inhibition filled Lisa’s chest and she looked away in diffidence, but he shoved her face to look at him. He studied her face, cock throbbing at the sight of her vulgar gaze; her mouth gaping as if inviting him to slam his thick rod down her throat.

But before Kaeya could do that, he turned to you. “What does she like?”

You hummed at your considerate captain, turning towards the restless woman, softly brushing her brown hair, laced with her sweat, back to her scalp. “Hmm, what do you like, sweetheart?”

Lisa stayed quiet for a moment, glancing up at you—so sweet, like asking for your permission—before looking at Kaeya, lips pursing in humiliation. She muttered something that none of you could quite catch.

“What was that?” You asked, and Kaeya scoffed at her reserved attitude.

“Fucking speak up,” Kaeya took one menacing step forward, and both you and Lisa shuddered at the sudden authority taking over his body. The way he loomed over you, but Lisa mostly, excited you.

She threw her gaze away, drowning in her own indignity. “Big… cocks….”

The answer drew a laugh from both you and your captain.

Archons. What a sweet little thing she was.

“Big cocks?” Kaeya patted her cheek in satisfaction, grinning meanly as he stared her down, “You’ll take any cock given to you, huh?”

Lisa nodded, a bit too enthusiastically, and looked up at you, eyes asking if she did a good job in answering his question. You could only give her a sloppy kiss, before turning your attention to Kaeya again, your chin nestling on her shoulder.

“She likes bouncing on my cock, I think being on top gives her some kind of gratification. Makes her think she’s in control.”

Kaeya’s lips turned into a small ‘o’ shape. “Hmm,” he tugged a strand of hair behind her ear. “What a shame, I like fucking into my cunts with them underneath me.”

“I’m sure she can make an exception,” you pressed your thumb against her neglected clit, your idle fingers suddenly moving in rhythm to the heavy breathing of her chest again. “Right, baby? You’ll let Captain Kaeya take you just like this, right?”

Lisa groaned, burying her face on your neck, mindlessly nodding, ”yesyesyes” as she rolled her hips to ride your fingers, trying to get back to the high that you initially abandoned. “What a good whore,” your quiet praise excited her, almost driving her to orgasm.

But before she could reach her climax, you easily slipped your fingers out of her cunt. She shot her eyes wide open, eyebrows furrowing. Complaints came flying out of her mouth, but you quickly shut her up with your large digits on her mouth.

Her eyes were wide, almost looking innocent as she took you in compliantly, sucking your fingers in like a devoted follower. Her empty hole was now grappling at nothing with juice continuously leaking out of it.

“So,” you turned to Kaeya, “you’ll take her cunt?”

Lisa wrapped both hands on your arm, hollowing her cheeks as she pumped your fingers in and out her mouth.

“Yeah, I’ll take her pretty cunt,” Kaeya paused to admire the way her plump lips were surrounding your calloused fingers, suckling on them dry as if her life depended on it.

He pressed his palm flat against her cunt before stroking his length, using her slick to get himself wet enough to penetrate her cunt. She groaned at the friction, but kept her focus on your fingers.

You watched him line the tip of his cock just outside her entrance, teasing her by slipping just a little in between her pussy lips. Lisa stopped her movement, breathing heavily against your fingers and angled herself so he could mount her better.

“Keep sucking on my fingers, doll,” you reminded her of the presence of your tongue by pressing down on her mouth. She whimpered quietly, but didn’t waste another second lapping on them.

You felt your dick growing, you were always so weak for obedient Lisa. But it really wasn’t your fault, not when she was looking this, so faithful in trying her best to please you.

Kaeya’s eyes lingered to her chest, and how you were handling her ample tit with one hand, constantly pinching and squeezing on her areola. Her swollen nipple protruded between your fingers, and Kaeya leaned down to take it between his teeth, messily slurping on them, swirling his tongue around her bud, pressing them flat only to suck it back in again. You grinned at how Lisa paused to take in the pleasure she was receiving from the captain, and held her tit up to give him easier access.

“Kaeya,” she drawled, pronunciation hazy due to the large digits in her mouth. One of her hands went to his head and took a fistful of his hair.

“Mhmm,” he responded, still busy enjoying her plumpness in his mouth.

You took your fingers out of her mouth and groped her other, untended jug. Lisa pouted, oh her sweet little pout, and forced him off her chest. She pulled him closer, their hot breaths mixed with each other as her eyebrows furrowed, cute face trying to look stern with her bottom lips sticking out.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Kaeya whispered, giving her cheek a long lick before lightly sucking on her bottom lip. “You make me wanna fuck you silly.”

Lisa sucked in a deep breath at the threat, but held her facade strong.

“That’s what she wants,” you chuckled and nibbled on her ear. “She’s acting all tough right now, but just wait ‘till she begs for you to pound her cunt, what a sweet little slut.”

“Yeah?” He chuckled, placing both hands on the bed, on either side of your body, to steady himself. His eyes were dark, vicious, as if hungry and was going to consume her whole. “Bet she’s the type of whore to cry if you don’t let her cum, huh?”

“The type of whore to cry no matter how you fuck her,” you pinched her nipples. “Right, Miss Lisa?”

Lisa huffed, but before she was able to come up with a reply, she got the words taken out of her throat as Kaeya slammed his fat cock in her pussy all at once, forcing her hole open to accommodate his size.

“You talk too much,” Kaeya groaned, pulling out from her before pounding into her back again, his pace intense and merciless. “Use that pretty mouth to beg.”

You grinned at the pleasure on Kaeya’s face—her pussy was taking him in so good, you could feel Lisa writhing under your touch as wordless gabbling slipped from her mouth.

“I— Kaeya, fuck fuck fuck my pussy,” she whined, voice loud and high. Her limp hands grabbed his shoulders, fingers digging in his shirt. “You’re so— nghh you’re so big!”

You moved your hand from her teats to her torso, holding her still in her place to let Kaeya use her cunt the way he wanted, and used your other hand to keep her wide open for him.

“You’re so tight,” Kaeya kept up with his pace, his large cock hitting every possible corner of her insides.

He grunted, sharply glancing at you as you gave him a coy smirk. “You get to fuck this tight pussy everyday?”

“What?” You raised an eyebrow, “You jealous, Cap?”

“Who wouldn’t be?” He looked down to where his cock was disappearing into her fat folds, scorning lightly at the way her nightgown was covering the sight. “Hold your dress up, doll, let me see how good you’re taking me in.”

Lisa, with her breath chopped by every thrust he was giving her, used one hand to lift the material, fist squeezing it when Kaeya drove into her harder when he could see the way she was hugging him so perfectly.

“Fuuuuck,” she arched her back, but you kept her in her place, restraining her movements by holding her down. “Fuuuuck, please please please please, Kaeya.”

Kaeya turned to drink in her begging, watching her face turn stupid with her eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool all over her chest from her loose tongue as she got high from his big cock.

“Hardeeeer,” she cried, still trying to grind up to him, as if you’d let her. “Harder—fuck fuuuck—fuck me harder, make me cream all over your cock—“

“You’re so fucking mouthy,” Kaeya placed a hand around her throat, blocking out the sounds she was attempting to make. She gripped his large arm, slobber dripping on his skin. Her cheeks were flushed red, sweaty, and so needy as she let out severed moans.

He loosened his grip, suddenly missing her dirty gabs, still keeping his hand on her throat. His eye peered deep into hers, wondering how pretty her face would be with his jizz drizzled on them—how his white cum would make her emerald eyes stand out.

“I’ll cum all over your face, how’d you like that, Lisa?”

Lisa whined again, but shook her head relentlessly.

“Nooo,” she took her bottom lip between her teeth, body breaking with every thump he was giving her. “Haaaah— n-no. Cum inside me— mhmm fuck, fill me up with your cum, in-instead.”

You hummed at her request and licked the sweat off her jaw. “You’ll get pregnant if you keep letting men who fuck you cum in your cunt, Lisa.”

“I don’t—“ she gasped. It was cute how determined she was in getting Kaeya to bury his seeds inside of her. “—I don’t care, mhmmm shit. I— I want to feel you— nghhhh.”

Kaeya grunted, “Can’t even fucking talk.”

“His cock made you dumb, Lisa?” You laughed, only receiving a weak nod in reply. You turned to Kaeya, “Think she wants you to breed her—“

Lisa gasped, the thought of being bred and used to you and Kaeya’s will exhilarated her—having thick cocks entering her in all places and at all times. She imagined letting you fuck her like a sex doll, your cock splitting her open as Kaeya’s fat one slam down her throat, his heavy balls slapping against her face

Her cunt tightened around Kaeya’s length as she let go of her dress, and she let out a prolonged moan, naughty gasps slipping out of her lips. You let loose of your grip and Lisa arched her back as she felt herself get off her orgasm.

“You came?” Kaeya watched her sap on his cock, creaming it as she subsequently weakened against your chest.

“Kaeyaaa,” she whimpered, fresh orgasm apparent on her face as she encouraged him to use her pussy.

“Fucking whore,” you chuckled darkly against her ears. “That’s what you’re into? You like the thought of bearing a kid, not knowing who the father is?”

“Mhmmm,” Lisa laid as she watched Kaeya increase his vigor, plummeting deep into her, the tip of her cock reaching her cervix.

“She just loves being a cum dump,” Kaeya grunted; feeling her tight walls brushing against his length as he approached his own high. He leaned down and sniffed on her neck, her smell driving him to the edge as he took in her skin in his mouth.

You watched as Lisa’s face melted as Kaeya continued abusing her used cunt, feeling yourself get excited, the throbbing feeling on your hard cock only getting more intense, slapping against the skin of her fat thighs.

“I’ll cum deep inside you, yeah, Lisa?” He bit her neck, causing a large moan, “fuck a kid into you, see how heavy these tits will get.”

He slapped one of her melons and she nodded, already building up on another orgasm.

“Fuck,” she rolled her hips, “fill me up with your seed, Kaeya. I need you I need you, fuck me fuck me.”

How could a girl be this naughty? Lisa’s hot voice entered your ears; after being fucked twice, all she could ask for was another fuck. You watched as her breath heaved again, she really was your perfect slut.

Not having to be told again, Kaeya ended his high with a harsh thwack, his own warm semen squirting inside of her needy cunt, decorating the wall of her womb with white.

Kaeya used her neck to muffle his feral growl, keeping his dick buried inside of her for a few moments before finally slipping his limping dick out.

As soon as he did that, you yanked her off your body and turned to lightly throw her on your bed.

“What a good girl,” you watched as her cunt twitched at the nothingness it surrounded, Kaeya’s thick, white cum oozing from her hole. She looked up at the both of you with half lidded eyes, mouth babbling on about how good Kaeya had fucked her, how she felt so full with his seeds planted in her.

You stood up next to Kaeya, dick standing in midair admiring the expression she was making; drunk on orgasm and on the two best cocks she had ever felt.

“How was it?” You glanced at your captain, his cock glistening with a mixture of both of their juices. He placed his knee on your bed, approaching Lisa.

“She was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Kaeya chuckled, his softening dick growing hard again when he decided to grab her thigh and spread her legs on the bed. She lazily rubbed her clit with her fingers, drawing circles on them, pussy lips twitching as more of his semen trickled out.

She stared at you, her bottom lips between her teeth.

“Look at the way she’s seducing us,” you spit on your palm to take your meat in your hand, beating it. “You can’t get enough of all these cocks?”

“Aren’t you tired?” Kaeya teased, before looking at you. “You think she can handle two cocks at once?”

Hearing his question, Lisa moaned and quickened the pace of her finger pressing her own clit. Her tits were bouncing, she grind down as you got in the bed.

“She liked that,” you smirked, crawling next to her head to offer her your throbbing dick, slapping it softly against her cheek. “She’s a whore, I’m telling you. She’ll take anything you give her.”

Lisa opened her mouth, and you softly pushed yourself inside.

“Right, Lisa? You’d like to take us both at the same time, right?”

She nodded obediently, staring up at you with fluttering eyelashes, taking you in her mouth.

“Fuck,” Kaeya was already positioning himself between her legs. “That’s hot.”

“You’re going in again?” You watched Kaeya run his hand along his own length, at the same time rubbing himself all over her.

“Look at her,” he shrugged, already propping the tip dick in her cunt, “Can’t say no to a pussy like that.”

You turned to Lisa and recognized her giddy gaze, chuckling softly as you rid the strands of hair sticking on her face. “You’re in for a long night, baby.”