#sexy heterosexual man in shirt.

[stylerenders]

[thewritetofreespeech]

pairing: Gwayne x fiancé reader

summary: Gwayne may have lost the tourney, but he gained a better prize.

tags: female reader, reader is from the Reach, heterosexual relationship, hand job, mentions of injury, subtle Gwayne daddy issues (not sexy, just Gwayne being Gwayne), Gwayne being a simp for his lady

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When Gwayne told his father one day, at about the age of six, that he was going to take up the sword and learn to be a knight, all his father said was, “are you sure?”

His opinion on the announcement did not seem to sway one way or another, much like his opinion on the actual son. Their lady mother had given him an heir, a spare, a daughter, and Gwayne. His brothers would be learned men like their father, so Gwayne thought he could be useful by being a marshal man for his family. He was actually quite good at it too. All of his instructors said so. His training partners. The men of their House bannermen.

But no one would know that now as Gwayne was quickly unseated in the first round of the tournament. A lucky shot. Luckier still as it could have been fatal, but instead just a wound to his left side and pride. To fall in front of his father and beloved sister wounded him still.

Gwayne had taken what was left of his pride and limped off the tourney grounds. Making it to an awaiting sick bay as injuries in tournaments were more common than not. He had to be stripped out of his armor like a pleb. Been tended to like an invalid while he grit his teeth and let the maester wrap his broken ribs. Just the one, actually. But it was enough to knock him out of the tournament for the rest of the week.

He sighed and rested his head against the headboard. All he wanted was to show his family that his efforts had not been in vain. To show them what he was working so hard for while they were in the Capital. Now he would have to wait for the next tournament. If his father even bothered to show up.

“Gwayne?” The knight looked up from his self-pity musing at the door and found his fiancé there. In his pain and grief over his disappointing show, he had completely forgotten she had been in the crowd too. Wonderful. Another beloved to witness his failure. “Are you alright? That fall…it looked rather nasty…”

“It wasn’t ideal.” He winced as he tried to move his arm to pull his shirt on. Finding it immodest to be in just bandages in front of a lady. She came to his side instantly, helping him pull his arm through with as little discomfort as possible. “Sorry you came all this way to witness such a poor showing. Or waste your favor.”

“It is not a waste Gwayne. Do not say such things.”

Gwayne reached in his pocket and pulled her ribbon from his trousers. She had given it to him the night before, in private, wishing him good fortune & safety in the events to come. He had had it in his breastplate when the games started, and squirrel it away into his pocket after he was injured so it wouldn’t be thrown away. “You should give it to a better knight then I. I’m done for.”

“You fell off a horse Gwayne, not the edge of the world.” She told him. “And, there is no better knight than you for me.” She pushed her offered ribbon back at him with a stern look. “If you keep speaking this way, I shall have to give back your favor and return to the Reach.”

His eyes lit up in alarm. Knowing that she meant his ring, and he could not have that. “Alright. I’m sorry.” To lose the tournament was one thing, but to lose her. Gwayne couldn’t stand it.

She smiled at him. Seeming pleased that he had gotten the hint on not being so hard on himself, and looked around quickly before she leaned in for a kiss. “I know you’re disappointed. But you’re alive and relatively unscathed.”

“And handsome.” He quipped back as he was starting to feel in good spirits. “Do not forget that.”

“Oh, how could I.” His beguiling fiancé leaned in to kiss him again. Longer this time. “Thank the Gods for fine helmets.”

It took Gwayne’s brain a bit to catch on that her hands were moving around his waist band. Perhaps it was the loss of air from their kissing. Or that his bell got run pretty hard in the fall and he was still recovering. Or perhaps still it was simply just her. But he caught on just about the time the cool air brushed against his nether regions, and he sprung up. “What are you doing?” He asked. His back teeth setting against the pain of his sudden movement as he fretfully looked over towards the door.

“Helping you relax.” She replied with some cheek. “I heard the maesters say you needed to do that and rest if you were to heal.”

“And you think undressing me in a room where just anyone could walk in is going to help me relax??”

“Well, no. Perhaps not that part.” Gwayne wheezed in a breath, as much as his battered ribs would allow, when she reached in and took hold of him. “But this part might.”

Gwayne knew not the touch of another, save his own hand. Though he took no vow like the King’s Guard when he became a knight, he had made a personal vow that he would be stalwart in his honor & practice. Dutiful to his House as to not sully it by laying Flowers at their doors. He does not ask how his future wife knew of such things. In all honesty, he did not want to know. All he could think about in that moment, after the shock and panic of getting caught, was how good her soft hand felt around his cock.

His member hardened quickly under her touch. Gwayne was still a young, virile man, with adrenaline still lingering in his veins, a strong breeze could get him up. He moaned quietly as his lady’s hand stroked him. Long steady pulls of her hand up & down. Watching as he was transfixed by this surreal experience that was happening to him.

“Does it feel good my love?” Gwayne nodded. His lord’s education failing him as he could not articulate in this moment how good it felt. “Good. I want to know how you like it, so I can prepare for our wedding night.” He moaned, or perhaps whimpered, at the thought. Just another 3 months. Just another 3 months and she would be his wife, and he would have her all to himself. Her body, her mind, her heart; though she had been clear that he already had the latter two. His hips bucked up at the thought of her beneath him and Gwayne let out a sharp cry that was crossed between one of pleasure & pain as his ribs were jostled again. Then he heard a flurry of scurried motion behind the door.

Panick set in, the fear of getting caught welling up inside him. Not just for himself but her as well. How would they explain such lewd behavior if they were caught? Her reputation would be besmirched. His father might call off the engagement in the face of such scandal!

Luckily his wife to be was not only beautiful but clever. Like all fine roses of the Reach. She quickly pulled a blanket over his midsection and placed their hands together over the spot where the obvious tenting would be. “Forgive me, my lady. I thought I heard his lordship call for help.”

“Such a steward of care you are, Maester Callen.” Her voice was sweet, complimentary, and hypnotic to Gwayne. “Just a twinge of the ribs from a sudden movement. The injury is new. Our silly Ser must have forgotten he had it for a moment.” Gwayne swallowed as her little finger brushed against the outline of him through the blankets. His jaw having to set as to not moan in a very indiscrete way in from of the maester.

“Are you sure he is alright?” Maester Callen asked. A curious look all men of learning seemed to get when they asked questions. “Your lordship looks feverish. There could be an underlying infection from the trauma—“I’m fine.” Gwayne barked quickly. His noble resolve hanging on by a thread thinner than this blanket. “I just need rest, as you said. Please,” ‘oh Gods, please, please, please!’ he thought as his lady continued to stroke him with just the finest touch to the point of madness this whole time, “leave us so I might finish my conversation with my lady and be about that.”

The maester seemed still curious, but asked no further questions. He bowed his head, then closed the door behind him as he left. “Good Gods….!” Gwayne hissed through his teeth as he writhed freely now that they were alone again.

“That was a close one.”

“You insufferable minx!” He hissed at her. That cheeky grin on her face was infuriating but also the vision from his dreams. “You nearly got us caught!”

“I’m not the one who inadvertently called him in here, now did I my love?” Gwayne had a few more sharp words for her but they all vanished as her hand pulled back the blanket again and stroked him fully.

His head tilted back with a moan. The fear of almost being caught, damning though it would be, had only heightened the sensation. He warned her that he was close, not sure if she knew what that meant, and let her swallow his final moans in a kiss as he came all over her hand and his linen dressings. She let him go, a soft kiss on his lips like a seal before she pulled away, and he slumped back against the bed like a witless fool.

“There. Now you can relax & rest completely, my love.” Gwayne nodded. Not sure what she was talking about right now, but rest sounded nice right now. “I shall come to see you tomorrow once they move you back to your quarters. We’ll have the whole afternoon to ourselves, since everyone will at the tournament.” Oh right. The tournament. He was supposed to apart of that. Showing his family & father how much he had trained for them. It suddenly didn’t seem all that important anymore. “Get better, my love.”

She kissed him one last time and then saw herself out. The picture of civility and the dutiful fiancé come to shower well wishes on her mate to be. No one knew, or would know, what had happened between them. Gwayne felt his spent cock twitch a little as he watched her walk away. Just 3 more months. Just 3 more months felt like an eternity all of a sudden.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

las plagas means 'fuck me' in spanish

pairing: leon kennedy/luis serra

cw: oral sex, anal sex, las plagas makes you horny, leon thinks las plagas makes him gay (but that's just the internalized homophobia talking)

summary: it's a basic lil "las plagas" makes you horny fic, but why not? las plagas also makes you gay in this one (or at least that's what leon likes to tell himself) and leon needs to punish luis for his involvement in umbrella and such

wc: 1.9k

ao3 link

It started with coughing up blood, which is never a good sign, but it wasn’t the first time it had happened to Leon. He passed out in a wooden boat that had almost been reduced to debris, but cared more about the lost time due to his little snooze. If Leon’s aim was what it was a year ago, maybe two, he’d be in the stomach of Del Lago right now. For once, he was thankful for something the D.S.O. had given him. 

The visions were the first truly unsettling symptom of las plagas. Seeing Lord Saddler calling him a ‘sacrificial lamb’ in a dizzying purple aura was chilling to say the least. Then, his veins turned black, looking like spiderwebs beneath the skin.

The weirdest symptom was the next one to come on. After fighting off a hoard of monsters, Leon felt his dick getting hard. Initially, he attributed it to the adrenaline rush. He thought it would go away. It didn’t. It got worse. 

Leon convinced Luis to come back to the castle with him, so that he could deal with whatever unfinished business he had there, but he was quick to forget his original objective. They ended up in the dining room, the one where he and Ashley had solved the puzzle to gain the serpent head. Leon wasn’t thinking about Ashley right now, which was unlike him. He usually remained acutely focused on missions like these. 

Leon was unaware of his subconscious ulterior motives. There were no monsters in sight, and the “adrenaline rush” had surely run out - but his cock was throbbing. 

Luis was undeniably attractive, but Leon was heterosexual, so he didn’t think of Luis like that, at least, until they were alone in the dining room.  

It must be las plagas. That’s what was making him feel this way. While Luis spoke, Leon completely stopped listening to the words he was saying, too busy drinking in the sight of Luis in his jacket, his white shirt that had the first few buttons undone, and his perfectly fitted jeans. Ashley was pretty, Ada was gorgeous, but Leon could not stop thinking about Luis right then. 

He had completely forgotten that Luis was talking until he heard him say, in his sexy Spanish accent, “Hey, Sancho - you still with us?”

Hopefully he wasn’t saying anything important. 

“Yeah, sorry, just zoned out for a moment there.”

Leon quickly turned his gaze to something across the room and coughed in a transitional manner. 

“By zoned out you mean you were busy checking me out?”

Leon turned his head so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. Luis was staring back at him with a knowing smirk. 

“Uh, no, I was uh-” If Leon’s stammering didn’t give him away, the redness in his cheeks did. 

“It’s okay. There’s nothing to be ashamed of - I am more than just a ladies man, you know?”

“Huh?” Leon pretended not to understand the implication, but for someone whose mind was already stuck on sex-mode, it was pretty fucking obvious. 

Luis met Leon’s eyes, then nodded his head towards Leon’s crotch and raised an eyebrow. 

Leon sighed. “I think it’s las plagas, which is your fucking fault by the way.”

“My fault?”

“Yeah, you were working for Umbrella and Los Illuminados - you’re a scientist, you fucking did this.”

Leon no longer bit back his anger. He was focused on suppressing his arousal. 

“I did not do this . And I’m the one who’s been working on the cure, you know?” Luis gestured to the spot on Leon that he had previously injected with the suppressant.

“Yeah, cleaning up your own mistakes.”

“Listen, I’m not proud of what I did working for Umbrella - or Los Illuminados, but that’s why I’m doing this - that’s why I’m helping you and… the senorita.”

For a self-proclaimed ‘ladies man’, Luis was quick to shrug off the lady and lock his sights on the man in front of him. 

Luis looked genuinely apologetic, but that wasn’t enough for Leon, especially not right now. The next thing Luis said piqued his interest, though.

“Maybe I can apologize to you.”

There was a split second where Leon hesitated, his brain took over and he realized that this was not a good idea. It was a waste of fucking time. But, he felt heat rising in his body again, blood coursing through his veins at a faster rate, and he needed Luis. Sorry Ashley, Leon had some extra business to take care of, making him a little behind schedule. 

Luis was leaning up against the wall, and Leon stood up and approached him, puffing his chest out, trying to look all masculine and dominant while he was rapidly losing control. 

“Fine,” Leon said through gritted teeth, “but I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

Leon put his hand up to Luis’ throat and squeezed slightly, not enough to endanger him, but enough to intimidate him. 

“How does it feel now, huh? Being Umbrella’s little scientist?”

Luis initially looked startled by the sudden physical contact, but Leon watched as his lips quickly turned upward into a smirk.  Leon was still fighting the parasites that had a vice grip over his better judgment, but it was a losing battle. In a matter of seconds, his lips were on Luis’, kissing him hard, trying to make it a punishment. 

As promised, Luis got on his knees for Leon. Leon was able to get his pants down to his ankles remarkably fast for someone so heavily-armed. Luis, below him now, began by stroking Leon’s aching cock - a little too slowly for Leon’s liking. 

“Don’t tease me.” It was a command, but Leon feared it would become a plea. It was already a plea. 

“Alright. You’re in charge.”

Luis licked a stripe down Leon’s length and then took the tip of his cock into his mouth - only the tip. The charade progressed into an argument between Leon’s piercing gaze and Luis’ teasing one. It ultimately ended in Leon shoving Luis’ head down until he could feel Luis’ tight throat. Leon finally let out a groan he’d been holding back, while Luis tried not to choke. 

Everytime Leon had an urge to look down at Luis, he reminded himself that this is a favor between friends, that he is a straight man, that this is retribution for Luis, but his curiosity got the best of him. Leon took one glance at Luis’ watery eyes and had to look away - disgust? No, arousal. Leon was determined not to come yet. Not las plagas, las plagas wanted satisfaction ASAP, Leon wanted more for reasons he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Vengeance, gratification, to sate the vendetta, to feed the hunger.  

“Stand up,” Leon told Luis in the most composed demeanor possible for someone on the crux of orgasm. 

“Huh?” Luis wiped his own saliva off his lips. 

“Turn around.”

Put your hands behind your head, you’re under arrest - no, that’s a different timeline.  

“Whatever you say.”

Luis surrendered and Leon started to unbuckle his belt from behind him. 

“Ah, I see what you want - I can’t blame you.”

“You better shut your smart mouth or I will.”

Leon yanked Luis’ pants halfway down his legs, not caring if he ruined them. 

Soon, he was prodding at Luis’ entrance. Yeah, lube would’ve made this easier for everyone, but Leon planned to save the president, not fuck a Spanish scientist, so the best he could do was saliva. Luis should be grateful he got anything to ease the friction. 

“You take what you’re given. Got it?”

Luis’ face was bright red from embarrassment - not that Leon could see since his current view was of Luis’ ass - regardless of any shame, Luis’ dick was twitching all the same. 

“Got it.” He swallowed his pride. 

Leon allowed Luis no time to adjust to his size, thrusting into him at a merciless pace. There was a moment of pain, which was then superseded by pleasure for both of them. They simultaneously exhaled a long-repressed groan. 

It felt way better than Leon wanted to admit. In order to keep from coming too soon, Leon was determined to think about the current situation, rather than let his mind drift to thinking about his ex-girlfriend, Playboy magazine, or god forbid, Ada. It was both way easier - because it required zero imagination - and way hotter to think about the fact that he was fucking Luis right now. Thinking about Luis did not hold Leon back from coming at all - it did quite the opposite. 

Leon noticed Luis stroking himself and slapped his hand away. Bad boy . Luis seemed to be liking it a little too much. 

Maybe, in the back of Leon’s mind, there was a part of him that was affected by Luis’ moaning and he wanted to stop that, maybe he’d rather hear Luis say something in protest, or maybe he’d rather hear him beg. 

“Eh, Sancho? What was that for?” Luis whined. 

Leon wasn’t sure if he found it annoying or sexy - both would elicit the same response, which was to silence Luis with a hand over his mouth. 

Leon whispered into Luis’ ear, “I said, you take what you’re given. That means no complaining.”

Leon’s not usually one to get off on having power over someone else, but there was a secondary satisfaction he got in shoving Luis further into the wall and thrusting into him with increased vigor. 

A moan slipped from Leon’s mouth and blood would have rushed to his face if it was not entirely in his dick. It was then that he realized the predicament he’d put himself in - Leon had made it clear that Luis could not touch himself, and Luis was surprisingly obedient, but Leon’s own ego needed Luis to come first. 

Removing his hand from Luis’ mouth, he said, “I suppose I should reward you for good behavior”, and he took Luis’ dick in his own hand and began with slow strokes. Could’ve let Luis do it himself, but that’d be letting Luis do something and Leon had to remain in control of the situation. 

“Fuck, that feels so much better when you do it.” 

Both the movement of Leon’s hips and his hand, which was still gripping Luis’ dick, became much more frantic as he got dangerously close to the edge. 

Desperation took over and all thoughts left Leon’s head when he felt Luis throb in his hand. He no longer cared that Luis’ release coated his fingers. It should’ve been gross, but it was far from it. The last thing he heard was his own name coming from Luis’ lips before he came with a strangled moan. 

Leon pulled out, lightheaded and panting. While he still had a dizzy head, he turned Luis around and kissed him hard on the mouth. Luis didn’t pull back. 

When Leon broke the kiss, the first thing he said, still putting everything back together in his scattered mind was, “Did you say my real name?”

“Yes?” Luis looked genuinely confused by Leon’s question. 

“I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve ever called me ‘Leon’.”

“Would you like me to start?”

“No, go back to ‘Sancho’. You calling me ‘Leon’ sounds… weird now.”

“Ah, because I’ve put an association in your mind.” Luis gave him a knowing grin.

Leon was dying of embarrassment - and a parasite and multiple stab wounds. Okay, maybe the humiliation wasn’t so bad. 

“Just like Pavlov’s dog now, eh, Leon?”

“I thought you were a biologist, not a psychologist.”

“I’m just a man who’s good with the ladies, and with the gentlemen, it seems.”

Leon’s face burned, but a reluctant grin came across his flushed face. Luis, creator of parasites and their cures, became all-powerful now that Leon was wrapped around his finger. People can change right? Hopefully, lest Leon be left begging for mercy next time.

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 8

mccoy ogles a man

mccoys gut instinct right off the bat

mccoy commits a microaggression against spock

crewman is obviously evil aand people should listen to mccoy more often

kirks in his dumb wrap shirt again >:(

the ship Turns

kirk reacts with confusion and amazement at evil crewman grabbing his bicep

ship might blow up if they fuck with it

evil crewman shows off his robot tummy

robot crewman just stands there for four days

robot crewman demands specifically the main cast to beam down

robot crewman says "among us"

oh jesus christ its space cowboy again. i hate this guy.

hes hilarious i just wish he wasnt such a skeeze

kirk casually lets a hot lady take his communicator

extremely slutty image

space cowboy commits false imprisonment

UGH CAN YOU BE NORMAL ABOUT WOMEN FOR TWO SECONDS

space cowboy says spock isnt as heterosexual as he

space cowboy commits space theft of space intellectual property

space cowboy would prefer to evade the death penalty

"of course i left-" "he broke jail" "i borrowed transportation-" "he stole a spaceship" "and the patrol reacted in a hostile manner-" "and they fired at him" kirk i love you

space cowboy is very upset at being bored

space cowboy misses his wife who he abandoned so much that he makes an android replica of her

robots serve space cowboy because theyre bored

"why should we leave you?" "because... we dont like you. so... /waves hands/ bup-bup-bup!" kirk i LOVE you

the robots have chekhovs hivemind

space cowboy is the only heterosexual character in this show

space cowboy makes the critical error of messing with kirks ship

welcome to Robot Paradise. You Cannot Leave.

chekov is horny

Temptation

"the enterprise is not a want or a desire, it is a mechanical device" "no, its a beautiful lady and we love her!" KIRK I LOVE YOU

robots are intrigued by unhappiness

robots decide space cowboy is too cringefail to be their boss

robots commit false imprisonment

robots want to be your sugar daddies and sugar mommies

to defeat the robots we have to go apeshit

lets tranquilize the space cowboy

kirk calls space cowboy fat. which to be fair is accurate but dont be rude kirk

kirk is very good at manipulating robots

uhura you double-crosser

uhura wants a sexy immortal robot body. ok

oh shit it was an act! they planned it all along! i love this

the crew puts on a dance performance for the robots

uhura gracefully slaps chekov

spock is surprised he cant knock out the robots

spock kills robots by being Weird

scotty and mccoy do a little /smiles and nods while poking chin/

"logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad"

the crew kills robots by being Weird

this episode is so absurd. i love it

spock pantomimes a bomb

this is something that would play out in a theatre class

space cowboy kills robot by essentially saying "this statement is false"

lmao

this episode is awesome

mccoy tries and fails to commit another microaggression against spock

space cowboy is jailed on robot planet forever on the basis of Hes Annoying

kirk forces space cowboy to hang out with several copies of his robot ex wife. this is the best episode ever

[reincarnatedonthefirst]

Yesterday was a success. I had the three-hour dinner date with the out-of-state client.

I started off around 8:30 AM, making calls to find a dry cleaner that could clean my date night dress by 3PM. I found a place eighteen miles from me, dropped it off, and picked it up at 3PM.

I painted my fingernails and toes before picking up the dress. My hands turned out beautifully, but my toes: not so much.

Anyhow, I got ready and I made such a good choice with that dress because it was a fcking knockout on me. The client was actually short, bald, and overweight and I very much looked like a high-paid hooker next to him at the restaurant.

Anyway, conversation was great during dinner. It turns out, we both grew up in the same city, graduated from the same college (different years because he’s in his sixties), and he sent his daughters to the same private school I went to in high school!

I still need to get used to dinner etiquette but I’m doing better. When we got to the table, I hesitated before sitting and waited for him to pull my chair out. I let him open all doors and walk in back of me. However, as usual, I forgot to remove my napkin from my lap when excusing myself from the table and it fell off my lap and onto the floor. He almost bent down to pick up for me but I made the mistake and bending over and picking it up myself. Also, I referred to the bathroom as “bathroom” instead of “ladies room” when I excused myself. I’m still rough around the edges when dining out and I need to refine my skills.

Anyhow, getting back to his hotel was a bit awkward but I did what made most sense. He was in town on business and had no car. I had my car with me so it made sense that we just drive together to the hotel in my car. He paid for my valet. We got to the hotel, though, the valet offered us a cheaper alternative for parking so we wouldn’t have to pay the overnight parking rate. I accepted the alternative parking, but in retrospect, I should have let my date handle that conversation with the valet. During dates, it’s best to let the client take the lead especially when they’re paying for everything unless the client is a fumbling, bumbling idiot.

Anyway, we got back to his room, I spent about five minutes in the bathroom, changing and preparing my nether regions for sex.

When I got out of the bathroom, he wasted no time and immediately started kissing me. He actually has a slightly effeminate tone when he speaks and he’s a very gentle person. You might even think he was gay but he is very heterosexual man. He was groping while we kissed like a man who was starving for sex.

Sex, in general, was horrific because he spent nearly an hour going down on me. He gnawed my vagina raw. It was horrible. Men have positively no clue how to perform oral on women. I just gritted my teeth and endured it. He made me cum within the first twenty minutes but only because I was moving my hips and grinding my vagina on his face. He then spent another forty minutes on a desperate mission to give me an orgasm again… It was so unnecessary. Men over fifty seem to have a preoccupation with “pleasing” women but they all suck at it like younger men.

Anyway, we finally got to penetration at the end. He lasted about a minute and a half. I was “into it” (I enjoy sex, generally, so I don’t have to “fake” anything). He was very pleased with all the intimacy in general and remarked on our “chemistry”. He said I was now his “friend” and he would have to see me again, whether or not he came back to my city or decided to fly me to him. We will see. But he was a very satisfied customer and I’m proud of what I accomplished with him, service-wise.

He walked me back to valet through the hotel. This time, I looked like even more of a high-paid hooker because I was walking next to him in this dope, sexy dress while he escorted me in a t-shirt and jeans. No one really saw us because it was late. Even if they had, I wouldn’t have cared because I do for a living what most people are too afraid or ashamed of to do and I get paid for it.

Anyway, I hope to get more dinner date clients because I enjoy dressing up and it pays well.

The most unglamorous part of the date was ending up with a swollen, raw clitoris. My vagina was so raw and tender that my pee burned it when I got home. 😑 No bueno.

[daisyachain]

‘chainsaw man is weird thinly-veiled underage ecchi’ ‘actually the sexualization in chainsaw man has a narrative purpose’ they’re both idiots.

The job of demon hunting is directly compared to sex work in-text as precarious and exploitative labour (which is its own kettle of fish but like). Makima and Himeno’s sexual advances on their underlings are one and the same with their introducing them to the world of demons. Denji’s teenage horndogness is a stand-in for his lack of any human connection, the only part of himself that he has any access to are the basic physical urges (food, sex) to show how alienated he is from himself by the exploitation of his body as a worker.

The female characters are for the most part drawn in non-detailed suits. Makima does look like Columbo. In terms of baseline horniness the art is more restrained than flippin Naruto. Quanxi and Himeno are barely even identifiable as women in some shots. But, that’s the baseline. When Fujimoto goes horny it’s an entire arc of a teenage cafe worker running around naked with the head of an object. Reze is literally objectified, she’s a ~sexy~ body with a hunk of metal on the top, not even afforded the dignity of Denji’s open shirt.

Then there’s that one chapter cover where a handful of female characters are all stark naked and contorted up. The token naked guy, Angel, is posed like he’s slouched on the couch while Power and Kobeni are tarted up despite being in the same category as Angel: unthinkable as love interests. Even when Denji thinks Power’s as unfuckable as a demon guy, she still has the snapped spine and odd angles of the worst-sexualized of whatever anime girl you can think of. So the main character’s heterosexual obsession is important to the plot, is story relevant and arguably Reze’s rampant sexualization is reflective of that rather than author horniness…

Except it isn’t, because Fujimoto sexualizes women independent of Denji’s POV. Within the same manga women are treated with personhood as a default (uniforms in line with the men and buttoned up to the top) and also goes to the opposite pole, stripping them of even a face and making them literally a sexy lamp. Or rather a sexy bomb.

The contradictions of CSM get summed up in Quanxi. She’s treated seriously as a demon hunter, she achieves more kills than most other characters, her default costume is a decidedly slouchy tank top that doesn’t even show cleavage, she’s sexually unavailable to men and there’s never any attempt to get her to get involved with men, and she’s allowed to be one of the few figures Denji doesn’t lust after. At the same time her fiend harem are dubiously kawaii dumb monster girls who exist only to draw I-can’t-believe-the-editor-allowed-it lesbian orgy scenes for the mangaka to jerk off to. The women in Chainsaw Man are allowed to exist in a space that isn’t sexual, their personhood is recognized, but at the same time when the beam of objectification lands on them there’s no escape and no moderation.

[r0seart]

Ok

I got really pissed off on my last post, so let’s focus on something that makes me happy.

Remus Lupin headcanons

More specifically 

Bisexual Remus Headcanons

He was one of those multisexuals (definitely not me projecting/s) who didn’t know he was queer because he was straight passing and there was no info on queer people at the time

He has his bi awakening around 14. He found some of the boys on the quidditch teams cute (of course one of them is Sirius)

He was in denial for wayyyyyyy too long. Got that whole “Heterosexuals think boys are cute sometimes, sexy even, am I right????” Dumbass…

Homeboy definitely got a “Silence=death” pin or shirt somewhere.

If the bisexual pride flag wasn’t created the year of his death he possibly would’ve scavenge up whatever money he had to buy one

Would’ve totally joined pride protests when he could (despite not being the hugest fan of crowds)

He totally pretends that he doesn’t have 1980s muscle catalogues stashed somewhere in his bedroom closet

When he was teaching some of the students actually though he was gay (do wizards have good gaydar???)

He only ever really crushed. Man was too scared to open up to anyone. So he kind of had the universal bi experience of “more dating options but no one will date me”.

He probably wouldn’t like the bisexual moon thing. But werewolves seem to be fully embraced in bisexual culture so at least he’s in a werewolf supportive community.

He doesn’t know which is worse, being a queer man in the 80s-90s or having to deal with the constant anti-werewolf legislation 

There!!!! That’s all I could think of!!! Support your friendly, wizarding, disaster bi now!!!!

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Civil! Bruce AU

a kind of gift for @brucyknight. Your post usually are the fluff for my heart.

(My perspective of my NotBatman! Battison, a bit before he adopted Richard. Because he went to therapy and decied to help the city in another way... he bought the police)

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I have a feeling, my female, gossip-loving sixth sense is CERTAIN (no proof but no doubt either) that Bruce would be THE perfect male ICON of the Gotham community.

Tall, sporty body, beautiful sparkling eyes, a thousand watt smile that will win anyone over, elegant, polite and gentlemanly. He has a high baritone voice, quite pleasant to listen to and always flows like a lullaby to the listener when he speaks.

Remember the Kingsman motto: "Manners make the man"?

Bruce is the best representation of that. Obviously with a dashing touch of English high aristocracy, per Alfred's joker. God knows Alfred has refused to teach Bruce any other kind of etiquette.

Obviously he has his moments of "Yeah look, I'm still a Gen Z who needs his hand held when he goes to buy something, and cries when he sees a commercial for a kitten hanging from a tree", but he never fails to look iconic and magnificent in doing so.

I dare say, even his haters can't deny that his grimaces look good. The paparazzi love him and hate him in equal measure. When they take pictures of him they must never edit them, but because he never looks bad they can't always make interesting notes of him. They call it a love-hate relationship.

When he didn't have children he was known as the gentlemanly billionaire tycoon philanthropist; always attentive to his guests and would never refuse to comfort and listen to his guests. Always complimenting people and trying to be as pleasant as possible so as not to create a gap of discomfort. Smart, flirtatious and helpful.

He was the perfect candidate for appointments and business conversations.

Although… always a bit innocent.

It was adorable to see how he reacted to other people's flirtations, how he blushed when someone said something nice to him or gave him a detail for being so nice.

She even cried when a child from one of her children's NGOs gave her some of their fruit. She was trending on social media for weeks.

But after adopting Dick… Oh my God, Bruce became a PAPI, a DILF, whatever you call it. Seeing him act like such a selfless father to his children and charities? Even the most heterosexual macho, chest-haired criminals would say it's attractive to watch. (They may be straight, but they're not blind.)

And to the misfortune of his children, and Alfie, a DILF all too innocent and unaware of his DILF status. And if things couldn't get any worse (as Bruce did go to therapy and did very well and doesn't have as much depression), he's too affectionate with everyone. But now that he's a father, even more so.

Bruce doesn't have time to look demure or watch his posture, he's a father now, and as every father knows, kids are unpredictable and always get into mischief. He must be vigilant.

There isn't a newspaper or hidden social media photo that doesn't show Bruce squeezing his kids and his close friends.

Or one that shows Bruce showing off his gorgeous abs, as he gave his shirt to one of his kids who was playing in the mud and got his spare shirt dirty.

Or one where Bruce is holding his kids and showing off his beautiful arm muscles. Because he carried them until he couldn't carry them anymore.

Or all sweaty, with his shirt stuck to his body, as he chased his children to exhaustion during an outing to the beach or the park.

Or he, singing a adorable lullababy for his kid in public, with his sexy baritone tune that make any women pass away.

Or Bruce, all tired and wearing only his boxers and his old Nirvana sweaters as pyjamas in the street in the early hours of the morning, because he has to walk Batcow in the field or Titus or the pet of the day, and he knows that the children have fallen asleep again. And he doesn't want to wake them up.

Or when he wiped some guest's face with his bare hands, using his fingers and then sucking the sauce, as he smeared himself with tomato sauce. Said guest, being the clumsy and lovable Clark Kent.

(After that Clark always try to be the only one to be able to interview Bruce... not because he felt in love)

Type… All of his children are at an aunerism because of all the stress of having to eliminate their father's suitors. And they have no claim on Bruce. Because the poor guy doesn't know he's too sexy, because he doesn't do it on purpose.

Bruce would die first before he'd have to create any distress for his offspring. So the kids avoid showing their annoyance with him, because they hate to see their poor, loving father defeated.

(Happy Bruce, because Damian darw him a picture in school)

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… Thus the end of my Civil!Bruce AU contribution. Thank you for listening.

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The Most Important Review of Every Single Luca Marinelli Film

Listen, I’m not here to tell you if a movie’s plot is well-structured or whatever, ok? I’m here for objective, factual data on how Luca Marinelli’s brand is adhered to in every movie he’s been in so far.

(all gifs by @weardes​)

La solitudine dei numeri primi (2010)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No. His life is hard enough as it is.

Is Luca naked? He’s wearing speedos in one scene, but he’s covered in s*lf-h*rm marks, it’s very sad and not sexy at all.

Is Luca gay? Hell if I know.

Is Luca a slut? He talks to like two people in the whole movie.

Lucameter: 2/100 pathetic (but like I get it it’s his first movie w/e)

L'ultimo terrestre (2011)

Does Luca smoke? Yes.

Does Luca sing? No, but Roberta is a captivating dancer.

Does Luca eat? No, though she takes a shot once.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, but not in a fun way :(

Is Luca naked? No, but there are some thighs and belly with a mini skirt in between. No complaints.

Is Luca gay? Not enough data.

Is Luca a slut? No.

Lucameter: 1/100 horrible, Roberta deserved better

Waves (2011)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? Yes, drunkenly!

Does Luca eat? They just won’t let him put food into his mouth! Watching Gabriele trying and failing to eat is Hitchcock-level suspense, though it all comes to a very satisfying conclusion when the camera isn’t focusing on him for a second, and he friggin’ inhales the food off the table.

Does Luca get slapped? No, but he gets pushed around a lot.

Is Luca naked? No, but he does take off his shirt a couple of times. Also his legs are like completely hairless?? Has anyone ever noticed that? They shaved his legs!

Is Luca gay? No proof that he is, no proof that he isn’t.

Is Luca a slut? No, he is the sweetest purest cinnamon roll.

Lucameter: 37/100 it’s getting better

Nina (2011)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No, but he plays the cello and dances.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? No, though even if he was, you wouldn’t be able to enjoy it because he never gets any close-ups or decent lighting.

Is Luca gay? He’s shown to be into ladies.

Is Luca a slut? Please, he’s barely even a character.

Lucameter: 0/100 unwatchable

Tutti i santi giorni (2012)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Yes, and he cooks!

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, lightly, in a patronizing way.

Is Luca naked? Oh yes.

Is Luca gay? He’s religiously devoted to his lady love.

Is Luca a slut? Not so much a slut as a hella thirsty bitch.

Lucameter: 43/100 half down ponytail saves lives

Maria di Nazaret (2012)

Does Luca smoke? No, obviously.

Does Luca sing? No. He dances once - very clumsily.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No, though he almost drops a house on himself.

Is Luca naked? Guys, it’s a Bible movie.

Is Luca gay? Come on, he’s Saint Joseph.

Is Luca a slut? Lol no.

Lucameter: -10/100 just for that hair

La grande bellezza (2013)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? Full frontal, but in a disturbing way. Red body paint is involved.

Is Luca gay? Who’s to say?

Is Luca a slut? Please.

Lucameter: 4/100 which is more than the number of his on-screen minutes

Il mondo fino in fondo (2013)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Briefly; he mostly drinks.

Does Luca get slapped? No, but he gets a fruit thrown at him.

Is Luca naked? He’s never more naked than a T-shirt and underwear, but those fuzzy thighs strike back hard after Waves.

Is Luca gay? He’s married to a woman.

Is Luca a slut? I mean, he’s married but goes to a strip club anyway.

Lucameter: 12/100 though he looks really hot in this movie

Non essere cattivo (2015)

Does Luca smoke? Yes, a lot, and he does lots of harder stuff.

Does Luca sing? No, but boy does he dance.

Does Luca eat? He briefly chews on something, but he mostly drinks.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, wonderfully, multiple times, so good.

Is Luca naked? Fully clothed the entire time.

Is Luca gay? He emanates just the most Gay Longing™

Is Luca a slut? Not actually in practice, but the vibe is there.

Lucameter: 86/100 would have been more if he’d had any nude scenes, but that butt in those jeans is very much appreciated

Lo chiamavano Jeeg Robot (2015)

Does Luca smoke? No, he takes care of his body!

Does Luca sing? Only in the best karaoke scene ever committed to screen. And a little in the car with his buddies. It’s wholesome.

Does Luca eat? He gets a whole ball of mozzarella shoved into his mouth. Luca Marinelli... is lactose intolerant.

Does Luca get slapped? No, but he gets sexy scratches on his face, so points for originality.

Is Luca naked? He’s got all the buttons of his shirt undone in one scene, and there’s also like a quarter of the butt.

Is Luca gay? He’s definitely not straight.

Is Luca a slut? He’s a slut for YouTube views and empowering female songs.

Lucameter: 97/100 I was missing The Slap but whatcha gonna do

Die Pfeiler der Macht (2016)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No, but he dances sluttily.

Does Luca eat? Yes, though all the food in this movie looks disgusting.

Does Luca get slapped? Very hard.

Is Luca naked? Not as naked as he should be considering the everything about him.

Is Luca gay? He fucks everything in this movie.

Is Luca a slut? He fucks everything in this movie.

Lucameter: 64/100 weak

Slam - Tutto per una ragazza (2016)

Does Luca smoke? Yes.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? He gives us a full butt moment.

Is Luca gay? Not in the slightest.

Is Luca a slut? Definitely, but it all happens off screen somewhere.

Lucameter: 34/100 the butt is doing all the work here

Il padre d'Italia (2017)

Does Luca smoke? Yes, a lot.

Does Luca sing? Yes, and he dances while singing!

Does Luca eat? No, but he drinks champagne like a fancy bitch.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes, by life.

Is Luca naked? We get everything in the first five minutes. Everything.

Is Luca gay? Yes, canonically and explicitly.

Is Luca a slut? No, he’s full of gay sin and self-loathing.

Lucameter: 99/100 glorious

Lasciati andare (2017)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? No.

Does Luca get slapped? He doesn’t have time for anything else but he always has time to get slapped.

Is Luca naked? Not in the slightest.

Is Luca gay? He just wants to be loved T__T

Is Luca a slut? The virgin vibes are stronger than in the Bible movie.

Lucameter: 8/100 it didn’t have to be this way

Una questione privata (2017)

Does Luca smoke? This movie is covered in smoke from Milton’s cigarettes. Seriously, he smokes all the time. Including the scene where he gets called ugly.

Does Luca sing? No, not even in the scene where he gets called ugly.

Does Luca eat? He drinks an egg, though not in the scene where he gets called ugly.

Does Luca get slapped? No. He gets called ugly, though.

Is Luca naked? No.

Is Luca gay? Strong bisexual vibes from this one.

Is Luca a slut? Again, major virgin energy.

Lucameter: 17/100 can you imagine they had the audacity to call him ugly???

Fabrizio De André - Principe libero (2018)

Does Luca smoke? In every scene. Every. Single. One.

Does Luca sing? Duh, while playing the guitar.

Does Luca eat? Yes.

Does Luca get slapped? No, everybody is soft for Fabrizio.

Is Luca naked? He’s wearing nothing but a bath towel for a whole scene.

Is Luca gay? He’s very much into ladies, although he’s got sizzling chemistry with every male character.

Is Luca a slut? He’s very into ladies.

Lucameter: 94/100 almost perfect

Trust (2018)

(it’s not a movie, but Primo is so iconic I can’t and shan’t leave him out)

Does Luca smoke? It’s the 70s and Italy, come on.

Does Luca sing? Unfortunately, he doesn’t, but he’s one hell of a dancer.

Does Luca eat? Munches on spaghetti like there’s no tomorrow.

Does Luca get slapped? Yes. And he doesn’t forget it.

Is Luca naked? Sadly no, but man does the camera love his butt hugged tightly by those slutty 1970s pants. Also balls. Just... just balls.

Is Luca gay? We don’t know for sure, but his whole vibe is kinda the exact opposite of heterosexuality.

Is Luca a slut? For money and power.

Lucameter: 82/100 would benefit from like a karaoke scene or something

Ricordi? (2018)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Yes.

Does Luca get slapped? No.

Is Luca naked? Oh yes. And he fuuuuuuuuuuucks.

Is Luca gay? This relationship is so heterosexual the couple are literally called Him and Her.

Is Luca a slut? He fucks a lot, but somehow in a very unslutty way. He’s mostly just sad.

Lucameter: 51/100 and he’s called ugly again???

Martin Eden (2019)

Does Luca smoke? Yes.

Does Luca sing? Amazingly, yes, very softly. He also dances.

Does Luca eat? Yep.

Does Luca get slapped? Finally the slappee has become the slapper.

Is Luca naked? Man, I wish. He doesn’t even take his shirt off like wtf dude what did you build all that bigness for???

Is Luca gay? No, and I think he’d be happier if he were.

Is Luca a slut? No, and again, I think it’d have served him better to be a slut.

Lucameter: 62/100 it’s a fine movie that would’ve benefited from more trademark Luca stuff okay

The Old Guard (2020)

Does Luca smoke? No.

Does Luca sing? No.

Does Luca eat? Briefly.

Does Luca get slapped? A lot of violence happens in this movie, but not a single slap, ridiculous.

Is Luca naked? Shirtless, with a close-up on the nipple.

Is Luca gay? Oh, I don’t know, does being one half of the most wholesome and perfect gay couple count?

Is Luca a slut? How dare you. He’s been happily married for 900 years.

Lucameter: 25/100 none of Luca’s trademarks are present but the epicness of his immortal marriage warms me when I shiver in cold

[dead-dog-dont-eat]

To all my mutuals, friends, tumblr family, and followers, I have something that I want to say:

It has come to my conclusion on that I know why I had these strange feelings for a while. I thought to myself, on how I would identify myself, and I just hope that everyone would still be with me after you read this message.

I've always known that whenever I was around girly stuff or things targetted towards females, I would always feel so, SO uncomfortable. When I was young, I dressed up in princess dresses, had makeup, and do in my hair in the most feminine ways possible. But when I grew older, I dressed myself in ways that made me feel comfortable: pants, shirts, shorts, etc. And the thought of wearing a dress makes me nauseous and my skin so fucking itchy.

As I grew up, I notice how I would feel great whenever I would be in the men's section--feeling the fabric of shirts, adore the designs that had Tupac or skeletons or marijuana leaves on them, the darken colors--I wished that I had these clothes!! I wanted to feel masculine ever so much!!

At first, I thought that I just wanted to be a nonbinary person with a masculine leaning--just be GNC AF or perhaps be funny and try to confuse people of my gender. But everyday, I drew farther and farther away from feminine products and/or features. I come from a descent where I have body hair--I have hairy arms, legs, etc. I mainly shave my legs, but every once in a while I shave my arms but would mainly sometimes just leave it alone and let it grow. My grandfather was an Italian man who had the hairiest arms and I loved them--when I was a small child, I would wash and condition his arm hair. And my arm hair would always be reminded of him everyday.

I developed gender dysphoria on the way of growing up. And I hated it so much. I could never figure out what was wrong with me. Was I this? That? Everything or nothing at all? I did research and took online tests--they never helped. But, with a click, I figured out who I now was.

So, with all deepness in my heart, I am proud and HAPPY to say that I am nonbinary...and a trans guy.

So you may ask: "But, Moss, don't you identify as a lesbian?" Yes, I do, but I am genderfluid and multigender--so I often can flux or switch genders. I am also a lesboy if that makes sense as well. And I am also a straight/heterosexual/transhet man that is an mspec person. Along with being transflux and transfluid. Though, I do not wish for surgery, breast-binding, short hair nor testosterone; just a GNC trans man with long brown curly hair, breasts, but still sexy as fuck, lol.

If you reached the end of this message, I want to say thank you for reading this and hopefully you still support me. Though, if you unfollow/block me, then I will not start a fight with you--that is your decision to not support me.

Yours truly, Moss Hellian. 💙💗💭💗💙

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"I can't feel my legs" and"it's always been you" pretty please?

💖💖💖 It was one of those crazy house parties again, and Tommy and Steve almost had to drag the drunken Billy outside the house. With both of his arms resting on their shoulders, Billy kept stumbling between his friends and slurring something that none of them could really understand. Laughing at his own jokes like a maniac, but that's what sober Billy Hargrove did too.

Smelling like cigarettes, cheap cologne, and some spilled beer and punch, glistening on his bare chest under his worn-out leather jacket. Steve could swear that Billy was allergic to buttoning up his shirt, or wearing one at all. Tommy on the other hand always made sure to praise Billy's form, that he was absolutely ripped and shredded, and kept pleading with him to give him some training tips.

If Steve didn't know any better, he might've even thought that Tommy had developed a little crush on Billy.

Not that Steve himself really minded the shirtless, sweaty Billy for one bit. Or the scent of his cologne, or the fact that Billy was all hot, solid muscle pressed up against him currently, or...

Steve's mind might've gone a little off tracks there. It had been a while since he'd seen any action, and Billy was quite frankly, unapologetically gorgeous.

He didn't know if it was wrong to think that way of another man, particularly one that had become his close friend over the past few months. If it was normal curiosity or just deep admiration. Steve tried not to overthink it either. Pondering that maybe it was just a phase, one to pass.

Though Billy sure didn't make it easy for him sometimes. Being one sexy motherfucker that he was, and a flirty one at that too. Every now and then, Steve literally couldn't tell if the guy was honestly flirting with him or just fucking with him.

The latter was more likely to be the case though. Billy Hargrove wasn't exactly known to be Mr. Nice Guy by anyone that Steve personally knew, and well, sometimes Steve's head was just too big for his own good. Too many hookups in high school, too many games while playing Mr. Popularity.

Steve was just fuckstrated. And Billy was just too hot and too distracting that he even questioned his heterosexuality now. Yeah, that had to be it.

They had finally stopped by Steve's car and tried to get Billy to go in, but Billy kept protesting, insisting that he needed to get back to his own car. His precious Camaro. Couldn't leave his girl out there in the open and risk someone vandalizing it.

Tommy laughed. "You're fucking drunk, man. You can't drive tonight." Billy argued otherwise and would simply refuse to sit in Steve's car. Stubbornly shoving their hands away and then sat on the ground like a huffy little brat. Leaning his back against one of the doors of Steve's car.

Tommy sighed in defeat and looked at Steve expectantly. Steve shook his head in response and sighed as well. "Just go, man. I'll deal with him."

"You sure? Cause I gotta take Carol and her friends back home. They're tired."

Steve nodded vigorously, rubbing the back of his head. He was tired too, just about ready to collapse into his own bed.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Just go."

So Tommy left and Steve was left all alone with a drunk off his ass Billy sitting on the ground like some grumpy toddler about to have a hissy fit, and refusing to move.

Steve let out another sigh. Holding his hand out for Billy. "Come on, you beefcake. Let's get you up. I'm tired."

Billy still shook his head. Crossing his arms over his chest and hung his head down.

"Why not?"

"I can't. I can't feel my legs."

Steve snorted. It sounded more like an excuse because Billy was walking just fine a moment ago. Steve took a step closer to the blonde, still holding his hand out for him. "I'm serious, Billy. It's getting cold out here. We need to get you home."

Billy shook his head again.

Steve let out yet another deep sigh, this time from growing frustration. He was perfectly aware that he was dealing with a drunk person here and that he should've known better, but it still didn't make him feel any less frustrated. He crouched in front of Billy and placed his hand upon his upper arm. Kept searching for his eyes but Billy wasn't looking at him. "Why don't you wanna go home?" Billy started shivering under his touch, his lips trembling as well. "You're freezing. You're gonna catch a cold."

Billy shook his head vigorously then lightly pushed Steve's hands away. His arms quickly finding their way around his knees, and he began to hug them. "It's not... it's not that." His voice had turned shaky as he rested his head upon his knees, rocking himself slowly.

Steve's eyebrows were knitted in deep worry because it sure as hell sounded like Billy was going to cry. It could be just some random, drunken outburst, one that the other man wasn't going to even remember tomorrow. Probably. But Steve wasn't taking any chances.

He sat down on the cold ground beside Billy, sliding close to the other man so their sides were touching. His hand was carefully placed on the small of Billy's back, feeling him begin to tremble under his touch. Steve wasn't hundred percent sure but he could swear that he heard a sob escape Billy's lips. The shivering then intensified.

He kept rubbing small, soothing circles against his friend's back, feeling clueless and unsure what to do. He had never been good at situations like this. Never finding the right words to say, always fucking it up somehow and getting yelled at and then being left behind. Just like it had happened with Nancy.

After her, Steve had begun to feel even more insecure. Less confident about his people skills, more aware of his own faults and mistakes, and freaking out over the smallest things these days.

Of course, fighting the monsters hadn't helped that at all, nor all that fucked up shit going on with the Upside Down and all, but... Steve had gotten better lately.

He had thought that Billy had gotten better as well.

Getting along with Max, still hanging out with Tommy. If Steve got lucky, like today, they would invite him along too. To their house parties and other, secret escapades.

Knowing the two, it could be anything.

A small moment had passed between them then, although Steve had already lost the track of time, completely lost in his thoughts while attempting to offer comfort to Billy. Rubbing his back gently, glued to his side, hoping to keep him warm and that his closeness would help because Steve had no calming words to offer. Nothing that would really help.

"It's always been you." Steve turned his head, distracted from his thoughts. Staring at Billy with a frown; his hand stopped on Billy's back.

"Me? What do you mean?"

Billy scoffed. Rubbing his face tiredly. His voice was thick with alcohol, possibly with fatigue as well. "Yeah, you. Not the high school girls. Not Vicki, not Karen. You."

Steve looked even more confused now if that was even possible. Vicki and the high school girls he could understand, but Karen? Karen Wheeler, Nancy's mother, correct? What did Karen have to do with this?

On the other hand, knowing Billy, Steve was sure he didn't even want to know. The less he knew, the better.

He tried searching for Billy's eyes again, leaning closer to get a better look at his face. But the other man didn't budge. Didn't look when Steve looked, like he was suddenly avoiding him.

"I don't follow," Steve mumbled, softly, confused, his voice barely audible. A thought, a growing suspicion, maybe even a sliver of hope had then crossed his mind. But most likely, he was again reading too much into it. Maybe Billy was just bitter about something, the fights from their past or something else, and the alcohol was just giving him a perfect reason to say whatever he wanted to say.

Not that Billy had ever really held back his tongue. He always seemed to speak his mind, whether his opinion was asked or not. Usually, it wasn't. But Billy always gave his opinion anyway. He said aloud what most people thought.

Billy then slowly raised his head from his knees and sniffled, wiping his nose at the back of his sleeve. In another situation, Steve might've grimaced at it. The blonde could be really disgusting sometimes.

Billy then turned his head and looked back at him; his bright blue eyes puffy from crying. Steve was sure that he had never seen Billy so hurt like this. So fragile, so vulnerable. And they used to fight all the time. He was almost tempted to reach out again, touch Billy's face just so he could wipe those tears away.

Like he used to do with Nancy. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

But of course, Billy wasn't a girl. Not some short, slender chick like Nancy was. No, he was all solid muscle, built strong, and almost as tall as Steve. Confident in himself, full of fire. Not a force to be reckoned with if you once crossed the line with him.

Steve couldn't help it though. He bit on his lip and chewed on it nervously, holding himself back so that he wouldn't touch Billy like he used to touch Nancy. So that Billy wouldn't get any second ideas and get furious with him.

But he wasn't prepared for Billy's hand suddenly cupping his jawline and closing the distance between them. Kissing him.

Steve's eyes widened and he completely froze in place. All he could simply focus on at that moment were those cold yet incredibly soft lips pressed upon his own. The light, coarse whiskers tickling against his upper lip. Or the mixture of alcohol, Billy's cologne, and cigarettes filling his nostrils, making him heady. That hand on his jaw holding him in place, almost gently. Those lips unmoving against his, yet still very tempting and intoxicating.

Steve had dreamed of this exact moment. Even more so lately. Just simple daydreams and fantasies. Something to hold onto, something to dream about. Something to... well, fantasize about. In his bed, early in the morning, with one hand down in his underwear.

But just as quick as the kiss had begun, it was over just as soon.

Steve had barely had the time to register what was going on or even blink when Billy was already back on his feet, running away from him. Across the field of grass, towards the dark woods of Hawkins.

Clearly, Billy could feel his legs now. Although he wasn't running anywhere near a straight line.

Steve panicked. "Billy, wait!" Quickly back on his feet too, his ass practically freezing from having sat on the cold ground for far too long, he rushed after the quickly retreating Billy.

The guy could still run, even when he was pissed as a newt. Steve cursed himself, knowing that he needed to start jogging again. Work out more, as he'd noticed himself growing breathless almost too soon lately.

He caught Billy just in time, by the edge of the forest, not wanting to lose him there. Getting hurt or worse, because the monsters could still be out there.

Steve shuddered at the thought as he managed to drag Billy further away from the forest, not wanting to think of demogorgons or demodogs when he had a very drunk and very problematic Billy Hargrove in his arms.

Who would not stop struggling even when Steve had instinctively, protectively wrapped his arms around him, his chest pressed against Billy's back, trying to hush him with a voice that was as gentle as possible. "It's okay, Billy. It's okay."

"It's not okay!" Billy had instantly snapped, his voice choked into hysterical sobs. He was about to have another panic attack and he didn't want it. Not when Steve was here. Not when he was holding Billy and talking to him so gently. "Nothing is okay. I-I shouldn't have... I don't know what came over me... I didn't mean to do that, I swear." Desperately trying to struggle out of Steve's grip, but the brunet was relentless and would not let go. "Let me go, you asshole! My dad's gonna kill me."

But Steve refused to listen to him. Kept hushing Billy and holding him still. Both knowing that Billy was physically stronger and could break free anytime, and physically break Steve too if he wanted to.

Billy didn't want to break him, however. He was hurt and he didn't want Steve to see him like this. Like his father saw him all the time - weak, a pussy, a fag.

But he couldn't bring himself to push Steve away either. Not when Steve kept holding onto him like his life depended on it and nuzzling his cheek against his. Hushing him, like he was a baby, and rocking him gently.

Cradling him into his embrace, like he mattered. Like Billy Hargrove really mattered to him.

Eventually, Billy did calm down. His fight slowly dissipated, his body growing weary and weak, with the tears drying on his cheeks. The sobs still falling from his lips, but slowly quieting down.

There was no more fight left in him, not tonight. He couldn't, not even if he wanted.

If Steve hated him after this, if Steve never wanted to be his friend anymore, then so be it. If Billy had ruined their friendship, then he just had to take it like a man. Just like Neil would always say.

Steve carefully began to loosen his hold around him, as if testing the waters. Wanting to test out if Billy would still run. Only when convinced that the blonde would not repeat it again, Steve finally relaxed and began running his hands over the blonde's arms. Rubbing some warmth back into them because Billy was shivering like a leaf now, and this time, not just from tears.

It was getting colder outside, and the other man was still only wearing a leather jacket over his bare torso.

Steve's gentle motions made Billy instinctively lean back against him, and slowly relax. Only slightly but still enough for Steve to notice. And it made the brunet smile, with satisfaction that he had finally gained Billy's trust and that the other man wasn't going to escape anymore. Not running away again because he was afraid.

Steve slightly squeezed Billy in his arms and nuzzled his nose against the other man's cheek. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, inhaling his wonderful, familiar scent that he'd grown to love so much lately.

"I'm not mad at you, Billy." He confessed after a while, murmuring against his skin, his breath lingering warm across Billy's cheek. He could feel the blonde shiver in his arms again, instinctively rubbing his cold arms again "I'm not mad at you for kissing me, either."

Steve could definitely feel Billy tense now, though not completely frozen, and hear him take one deep, shuddery breath.

Billy slowly turned his head and looked back into Steve's eyes.

His eyes were still so bright and blue, even in dim light, and his dark, perfectly sculpted eyebrows were hiked up high. Their breaths steaming hot in the air - hot, lingering, and wanting, over each other's lips.

Billy watched Steve smile, then carefully followed the movement of his pink tongue, poking out and tracing along with the shape of his lips. Wetting them. Only for Steve to place his hand upon Billy's neck, cupping his jaw gently and brought him in for another kiss.

The feeling of those wet lips against his own, that hand holding him in place and tilting his head slightly for a better angle, Billy's eyelids began to flutter and his stomach swooped.

Almost like it wasn't real at all. Like it wasn't really happening to him.

Like he wasn't just imagining the kiss. And even if he was, Steve wouldn't be there anymore once he'd open his eyes.

He would run away, just like Billy had a moment ago.

But when Billy finally opened his eyes and pulled back from the kiss, Steve was still there. Confused because he'd stopped but then soon smiled at him again. His thumb softly rubbing small patterns against Billy's cheek; his warm breath still hovering over his lips, so tempting and inviting.

"I just wished you had kissed me when you were sober, Billy Hargrove."

Billy felt cold no more. He wanted to kiss more and keep kissing until his lips were swollen - and then kiss some more. He'd wanted to kiss Steve for so long, flirting with him relentlessly. Thinking that Steve would never give up.

Never give into it. Never see him the way that Billy had always seen him.

Maybe he still didn't. Maybe it was all just a game to him - the old King Steve charm, nothing more. It would break Billy's heart for sure. Shatter his heart into millions of pieces.

But he was willing to take that risk. Anything but the pain and loneliness and the lack of affection. Gentle touches, warm lips on him. Smiles that weren't fake; words that weren't empty and meaningless.

Something that really mattered to him and made him feel good.

And with that thought in mind, Billy leaned forward again, kissing Steve back a little bit harder this time. Releasing a small moan deep in his throat when Steve had tilted his head again and added some tongue into the kiss.

Billy definitely wasn't feeling cold anymore. Maybe still a little bit drunk, but there was a different kind of drunkenness growing within him now. Thirst, want, need.

He wanted this and nothing more.

Steve broke off their kiss and let out a soft chuckle. Rubbing his thumb gently against Billy's cheek once again, then his hands down along Billy's arms. Letting out a content, appreciative hum as he felt Billy's muscles ripple under his touch.

"Come on. Let's get you home. You're freezing out here."

All that making out sure had warmed Billy up, more than he'd ever had expected. If Steve was good at something, that was kissing. Really got Billy weak in his knees and wanting for more.

But aside from that, Billy was still feeling chilly too. And beginning to feel the effects of the downturn, something he had always considered worse than being too drunk. Which only seemed to further advance his shivering, as if he was slowly coming from a withdrawal. Or something like that.

"I'm not going back home though. Not just yet. Wasn't lying to you when I said my dad's gonna kill me."

Billy began chewing down the inside of his cheek, his mood gone down almost instantly. He simply wasn't ready to go back to Cherry Lane tonight and face his father's wrath. Taking heavy punches and kicks. Not after he'd just been kissed to heaven and back.

Steve took his hand in his own though, making Billy arch his eyebrow as he glanced at the other man curiously. Steve gave him a soft, reassuring smile as he softly tugged from his wrist.

"Wasn't talking about your home, dummy. I meant mine. Was planning to draw you a nice, warm bath, then make you some hot cocoa. Then tuck you in bed like the good boy you are."

Billy's eyebrow hiked up even higher. Thought Steve was joking or that he had finally lost his mind. But he grabbed took hold of his hand anyway and allowed himself to be led towards the brunet's fancy BMW.

"I hate to be crude but I hope you aren't planning on just "tucking" me into that bed, pretty boy."

Steve chuckled and shook his head in amusement. Playfully squeezing Billy's hand in his own. "Let's just, get you safely there first."

"My hero."

[lesbianrobin]

hello em i have a request. can u please rate mr harrington's looks/outfits i just feel like u have the best takes and i'd LOVE to know how you'd rank his choices 👀

this is the single greatest ask i’ve ever received. i will be ranking the outfits, not steve’s moral alignment or actions in each scene. in order of appearance:

The Introduction

4/10

hair is tragic

steve copied this entire fit from a mannequin in the ralph lauren polo outlet store

would honestly be a 0/10 except for the obvious valiant effort being put forth by his lower half to resist the sexless curse of khaki pants. the devil (st costuming department) works hard but by god steve harrington (joe keery’s body) works harder

nice brown watch that certainly came from a department store

also gains points for being next to nancy’s anemic librarian fit, thus looking better by comparison

The Rich Bitch

8/10

thank god he ditched the khakis

hair looks much less demonic

it’s a simple look but the sweatshirt rides up when he shotguns the beer

he also gets wet

solid 8 for sluttiness alone

The Whore

10/10

wet

please note that his chest is waxed. keep this in mind.

The Heterosexual

2/10

hair looks like he dipped his head in glue

bold choice with the grey pants. unfortunately that choice was wrong

matching outfits with your comphet girlfriend isn’t as cute as you think it is stevie

you only get points because despite that ungodly pastel stripe pattern the polo’s decently fitted and makes your arm look kinda nice

The Dickhead

3/10

glue head pt. 2

at least the stripes aren’t pastel this time

The Cuck

6/10

hair slightly less glue-y

yet another striped polo is peeking out unfortunately

but! it’s green and green looks good on him

finally wearing jeans like a normal fucking human instead of weird slacks

pivotal moment in steve’s fashion evolution from preppy male model to sexy morally upright king

his morals are stored in the denim

The Final Girl

9/10

an outfit with a character arc to rival steve’s own

pretty fucking good hair if i do say so myself!!

it’s fluffy!

that shit looks like if you touched it it’d be soft... no glue here!

finally not copying from the goddamn l.l. bean catalog

iconic green slut sweatshirt? check! jacket and nikes? check! fucked-up gorgeous face and baseball bat full of rusty nails? check, baby!

looks good on its own OR with some blood on top

overall a very solid look

The Darling Little Drummer Boy

7/10

babe no... please don’t go back to the khakis... they won’t treat you like jeans do...

not quite glue head but not his best

apparently steve owns a single green sweatshirt, a thousand striped polos, and one very precious christmas sweater

almost makes up for prep-related khaki crimes by being really fucking cute

The Simp

8/10

glue head is DEAD

further evidence that steve harrington’s entire closet is just striped polos

this is his fifth unique striped polo

most of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

actually all of these points are for the sunglasses and the hair

he’s finally let go of the fucking pastels thank jesus

and you can’t see it but he did wear jeans with this fit i just forgot to make sure they were pictured and it’s 4:15 am so i don’t feel like going back to remake this collage

cannot tell if this is a lighter blue version of the jacket he wore three times in s1 or if it IS the jacket he wore three times in s1 and the color grading is just that different

either way he loves jackets and i think that’s very sexy of him

The Intellectual

9/10

i’ve been waiting for this one... turn it up!

literally invented vests

excellent hair

loses a point for unfortunately introducing steve’s SIXTH unique striped fucking polo

i can’t see the collar but i know it’s there i know you’re wearing another fucking polo steve you can’t hide from me

can’t decide if he looks gay or just really preppy but either way he’s got some repression going on

still a very solid look

The Oh No Oh God It Hurts I’m Looking Away I Can’t Watch This

10/10

yes that middle picture is absolutely to show off the texture of his blazer and not at all me making sure that if i have to see his heartbroken little face then you all do too

anyways i Know that blazer cost at least $100 like i Know that shit’s expensive

excellent gorgeous soft-looking hair that someone ought to run their hands through but only people who haven’t dated him for a year while pining after someone else

emotional devastation... but make it unbelievably fucking sexy

stevie baby i know you’re a colorful guy but please wear more black

The Meathead Jock

9/10

aw christ whatever happened to standards?

introduction of the blue nikes <3

god his hair looked fucking good here

could have gained that final point by using tube socks with blue and GREEN stripes to tie together the shoes and the gym uniform :/

shorts could be shorter but are an altogether appropriate and enjoyable length

fun sweatstain to customize the look <3

The (is there a word for victim of bullying?) Serious Athlete

8/10

the yellow stripe was more fun

still cute though

The Sudsy Boy

11/10

wet

suds indicate that he’s washing his hair, presumably with faberge organics. is this why he’s being bullied?

steve brings his faberge organics shampoo and conditioner and his farrah fawcett spray to school with him whenever he has basketball practice

steve either has shampoo, conditioner, and hairspray in his backpack at all times, or he has a separate gym bag that’s mostly haircare products

just need to make sure we all know that

excellent freckle showcase

his chest is still waxed. please, i beg, keep this in mind

one of his strongest looks

The Babysitter

10/10

his most versatile look to date

a different jacket than the one(s) he’s worn before but it still has the same kind of collar. steve found a jacket he liked and bought it in at least three colors

the whole thing fits So fucking nicely! shirt, jacket, jeans... baby boy is TAILORED

return of the white nikes with the red check indicate that they are his fashion nikes, while the blue nikes with the white check are his sport nikes. interesting.

this fit lasts like 48 hours and steve simply looks sexier as time goes on which is a testament to its quality as well as his inherent power

every new accessory elevates his appearance. roses, nail bat, rubber gloves, blood, sweat, band-aids, bandana, goggles... each element complements the look in its own way!

an overall win

The Chauffeur

8/10

we can’t really see the whole fit but he’s not wearing a striped polo so i’m calling it a win regardless of what’s on his bottom half

cannot give him a 10/10 though because he might be wearing khakis

red is such a nice color on him when it’s not just from his blood

i lied when i said he should wear more black he should wear more colors

that plain sweater absolutely cost $85 or more

hair looks very nice and soft

excellent look!

The Sailor Man

9/10

very precious

absolutely the best hair i’ve ever seen

baby boy got highlights for his hot girl summer!

bright colors make his very red lips pop

shorts could be shorter

love the little accents! especially the white pockets and belt

excellent color coordination on steve’s part with the blue sneakers (notably different than his s2 blue basketball nikes) and the red bruising/blood

i hope you remembered that steve’s chest was waxed. as you can see his chest is now unwaxed. some change between s2 and s3 drove this decision, presumably either his breakup with nancy or the fact that he no longer showers in front of other guys at school. up to your interpretation

shock blanket at the very end is a nice touch so we don’t forget he’s traumatized

The Drowned Rat/The Man Overboard

10/10

wet

shorts could be shorter

the decision to purchase and wear a hoodless raincoat is absolutely ridiculous and stupid

however it is also very steve harrington and i value self-expression

The Chick Magnet/The Flaming Homosexual

100/10

what can i even say about this fit?

the absolute best pants he’s worn thus far. amazing fit, excellent classic wash. i say this as a former american eagle outfitters associate and the winner of my freshman year dorm’s “best at folding jeans” award

manages to make blue jeans with a half-blue denim vest work effortlessly

bold primary colors make him stand out without being too gaudy

excellent pairing of t-shirt with simple stripes and vest with simple color blocking to create a complex yet cohesive and flattering look

simple brown belt gives the look a put-together yet down-to-earth vibe

hair has only gotten better

still wearing that same brown watch that he’s had since the introduction

this man looks like he waxes his chest

this is steve in his final form

thank you for your time

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

ayy it’s battle of the five armies liveblog time!! posted at 3:00 in the morning for that extra emotional spice:

- god the scene of tauriel and kili on the beach is So Soft. and kili speaking in khudzul and then being like “i think you know what it means ;)” is. Very Attractive wow i’m heterosexual for one (1) man.

- the “welcome my sisters-sons..... to the kingdom of erebor!!!” is.... pretty hot ngl

- THE ACORN SCENE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 it’s so soft and good and the way thorin breaks out of the dragon sickness completely to give bilbo that soft smile and those heart eyes,,,, i’m gonna lose it,,,

- “never underestimate the power of dwarves” is so homoerotic and for what ??

- wow the mithril shirt scene is... wow. it deadass seems like a wedding.

- pausing my emotions to be horny: kili looks hot in armor.

- can’t believe there’s war bats in middle earth. like. why do they exist.

- god everything bilbo does in this movie is just to help thorin and i’m just.. he loves him so much 🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭

- man the scene where thorin finds out it was bilbo who stole the arkenstone and then nearly throws him off the rampart... i’m ...... </3

- WHEN THE ELVES LEAP OVER THE DWARVES SHIELDS TO ATTACK THE ORCS?? SO FUCKING COOL!!!

- i hate how sexy dragon sick thorin is,,

- GOD THE SCENE WHERE THORIN SNAPS OUT OF THE DRAGON SICKNESS DESTROYS ME... THE WAY ITS BILBO’S VOICE THAT SNAPS HIM OUT OF IT.... I’M GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT

- the thorin and kili forehead touch..... 🥺🥺🥺

- taking a moment to stop and appreciate this dialogue: “SHOOT IT!!!!” “WHERE???!!!” “IN IT’S JAMBAGS!” “IT DOESNT HAVE ANY JAMBAGS!!!!!!”

- watching alfrid die is so satisfying 😌 hate that capitalist bitch 😌😌

- bilbo and tauriel realizing that thorin and kili (and fili) are in danger makes me so sad

- ayyy i love hearing legolas’ full name !!

- damn, thranduil’s having a Moment

- have i mentioned enough lately that i FUCKING LOVE BILBO BAGGINS!!!!!!!!!

- hobbit!legolas really drinks his respect women juice. good for him.

- i love the scene where bifur loses his axe so much

- oh great! here’s where things start to go Really Fucking Badly!!

- first up: fili’s death!! i am!!! a wreck!!!!!!

- next up: kili’s death!! i am!!!! absolutely ruined!!!!!!! i can not handle this!!!!!!! the tear that runs downs his face before he dies..... the promise he made to his mom to survive...... i am. So Sad.

- i’m watching this w/ my friend who hasn’t seen it before and they’re just. losing their entire mind over how goddamn cool legolas is and honestly,, me too

- FUCK YEAHHHHH RADAGAST AND BEORN!!!!

- uhhhh so i was crying too hard to type out many thoughts about the last bit of the movie 😔✌️ but they’re basically: Pain, Suffering, Agony, Heartbreak, and the like.

- i didn’t remember that the entire company came to ravenhill to kneel over thorin’s body and.. wOW that fucked me up

- two other things that fucked me up: no one mourning over fili’s dead body- appreciate him, cowards >:(, and thorin never knowing that kili died (+ bilbo not learning of it until after the fact)

- anyways. great fucking movie. great fucking trilogy. i cried just as hard this time as i did the first. 10/10 would recommend.

[theunchainedmelody]

Vanessa x Yami One-Shot

So... I got sick and tired of the lack of attention this rare pair gets so I wrote a one-shot for it. WARNING: This Story is VERY, VERY ADULT AND LEMONY. Also, it’s probably not the most feministic writing. So I apologize if any of it offends people as I was writing it for myself and it’s not my intention to be problematic. If you want to support me, leave a comment here or leave a review at https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13905101/1/Witch-s-Lust-The-Seduction-of-Captain-Yami

"Witch's Lust" The Seduction of Captain Yami

The rose-haired witch was staring intently at a bottle of wine standing criminally unopened in front of her. As she wondered whether to uncork it, she swirled around her wine glass, of which, now only a small burgundy pool at the glasses' bottom remained. Her velvet glove slid around the glass's stem as her mind drifted off. Vanessa Enoteca had been drunk for most of the day and was now suffering through the remnants of a hangover. She rested in her lingerie, happily presenting to the men in the room as she lay sprawled out on a sofa in the main room. Here, most of her squad was gathered, engaging in all sorts of merrymaking and violent duels. This company was spread out through a fireplace-lit chamber filled with sofas, dining tables, and tapestries.

The sound of Magna and Luck engaged in a magical battle was ringing in her ears. It was almost as loud as their voices as they quarreled. Vanessa let out a sigh as she half-regretted her choice to drink so early in the day. Just this once, perhaps she should have taken her day off to go and meet some dreamy man. Yet in the end, it was easier to stay here and lazily lounge about the mansion. That was when she heard her beloved captain come marching into the main room. The stomping of his boots alerted her to his presence as he marched in with his usual swagger. Her eyes wandered to Captain Yami as he looked over the Black Bulls. For some reason, she felt a bit pained seeing him. It was not as if she adored him any less, but from what she had gathered, he had met with the Blue Rose's captain Charlotte several times recently for some sort of secret missions. As Charlotte's crush on him was obvious, the entire situation made Vanessa uncomfortable. She was not so naïve as to be clueless about why she felt this way. She had a crush on him herself, perhaps even something akin to love. Unfortunately, Vanessa was too lazy to do anything about it. She sometimes casually flirted with Captain Yami or even the other men in the Black Bulls. With Captain Yami, it had never led anywhere as he never seemed to care about her playful confessions or flirtations.

In any case, her drunken gaze ate the eye candy in front of her. Yami was so incredibly handsome it should have been illegal. He was a tall, broad-shouldered man with messy black hair, a bit of stubble, and a cigarette in his mouth. His rugged, virile masculinity was always pouring out, most evident in how his muscular pecs looked painted on upon his sleeveless white shirt. This was to say nothing about his incredible height, his muscular shoulders and biceps, those veiny forearms, and his handsome, rugged face. His sexiness further oozed out in how he carried himself, with a macho, laid-back attitude containing a sharp, fighting spirit. She certainly wasn't the first woman to think so about him and she doubted she was the last.

She heard Yami say in his deep baritone, "Alright. Listen up. We've got a mission. Some new bandit gang has been assaulting one of the big-time merchants and the nobles want us for an armed guard. I'm sending two of you out on this."

Once the members began to scramble for his attention as they always did, Vanessa found herself unable to understand a single sentence between them. Everyone was raising their hands frantically and shouting in unison. It served to heighten the sharp pain from her hangover. She moved over to the table with a bottle in hand, wanting to sit closer to the captain in case he chose her for this mission. However, she had an intuitive feeling he wasn't going to. For some reason, Vanessa felt less playful and jubilee than she would have expected. After all, she was infamous for being a lighthearted party girl, especially after drinking down a few glasses of wine.

Magna said, "Come on, Captain! I'm the man for the job. I haven't busted skulls in ages"

Yami said to Magna, "No way. You hit the last merchant we guarded over the head when he insulted you!"

When Finral offered his services for the chance to speak to the female merchants, the Captain answered with, "No way. If you're just going to flirt with the female merchants, you might as well stay home then."

It was the same response for Asta, Charmy, and Grey. He then looked over to Vanessa, sitting attentively at the table beside him. She pointed to herself with a rather humble look, the captain being the only man she'd ever act so meek around.

She said quietly, "I suppose the same goes for me since I'm always drunk?"

Yami's arms crossed and he said, "You're no use to us when you're all tipsy."

Vanessa's eyes lowered and she said, "Ah. I'm very sorry, boss."

Like all the Black Bulls, she admired him and fought for his affection. Still, she felt a bit sadder at his remark than she usually would. What had gotten into her?

That was when her Captain added, "But when you're sober, I'd say the opposite. You tend to have a level head. You're the most reliable one here."

His praise warmed her heart. She couldn't help but blush and beam happily up at him.

"Ah. Thank you, Captain" she said.

Despite this compliment, Yami didn't pick her on account of her hangover. Instead, he opted to send Noelle and Gordon on the uneventful mission.

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One month later….

Vanessa, Asta, Charmy, and Yami were all out on yet another mission. It was a busy week for the Black Bulls. Vanessa found herself hoping she would get a star accolade if she performed well enough. It wasn't like her to much care for such things but lately, Asta had been something of a motivation for her, as he was for all the Black Bulls. As Asta and Charmy were asleep in the spacious squad tent, Vanessa found herself alone with Captain Yami. It was rare to have this man alone to herself like this, and so she was quite enjoying it. The pink-haired witch felt more like herself tonight, perhaps thrilled because she got picked to go with Yami on missions several times lately. She had been able to show off her red thread of fate and the samurai even complimented her!

At the moment, Vanessa was drinking down more alcohol as Yami sat on a separate log to her left while smoking a fresh cigarette. She smacked her lips happily as she finished a sip of booze. She was a bit tipsy, albeit not fully inebriated, as they were still on a mission, and she needed to stay alert.

Yami said quietly, "Oi. Don't get drunk now."

"Aye aye, Captain," she said with a playful salute.

Vanessa showed her obedience by corking up the bottle. That was when she saw Yami gazing up at the starry sky, admiring the dazzling canvas of stars, planets, and galaxies that enveloped the heavens above them. She smiled at seeing the captain unusually lost in thought. Normally, he didn't seem to be thinking of much at all. She didn't consider him stupid, but he was a simple, honest individual. Vanessa didn't dislike that in a man. Yami was her type after all. Perhaps it was because he was her first encounter with a man, but he remained the golden standard. Just like back then, she continued to love his broad manly frame. She remembered the day he broke into her birdcage. It stirred something within her when she had him so close to her, an overdue awakening for her as a heterosexual woman. And now, she had Captain Yami to compare every other man to in her endeavors. She was happy to sleep with attractive gentlemen now and then, whether they be pretty boys or hunks, but the captain would always be the prize.

Vanessa giggled a bit as she remembered that nostalgic first meeting. She thought of it often, ever since her last encounter with the Witch Queen. That destined day, Yami showed her she could walk on her own two feet. What Vanessa now valued above all else was freedom. The freedom to enjoy all the pleasures she desired. The freedom to fight for her friends. The freedom to grow stronger. The freedom to seek a happy ending and rewrite her fate. In the end, she always did what she wanted. Even her loyalty to the Black Bulls was something she had chosen willingly. Her loyalty to this man was entirely her choice.

Now, as Vanessa looked over to Yami, she realized how comfortable she felt around him. Even so, this was not to say he didn't get her heart racing the closer he was to her face. She often found her heart beating madly when he was beside her. However, as he blew out a puff of smoke and paid her no attention, that was when it struck her…. the danger of being so casual with the captain. Likely, Yami saw Vanessa as no more than a little sister. Her heart raced when around him, but his heart did not race when around her. It was then that an even more disconcerting thought entered her mind.

In that moment, what WAS he thinking about?

Perhaps…

Perhaps he was thinking of another woman…

The witch shook away the infantile thought. Whether he was thinking of Charlotte or some other inane topic, one thing was for certain: Vanessa was not on his mind. Never once, had he showed an ounce of attraction or interest in her. The witch's eyes became sad. Her eyes darted over to the far-off tents. They were still zipped closed, meaning it was unlikely anyone would hear what she wished to ask him. And so, Vanessa finally decided to ask him the million-dollar question.

"Hey Captain, I heard you've been doing missions with the Blue Rose's captain. You're not getting a crush on her, are you? Those Blue Roses don't seem friendly to men. Haha."

Yami stared at her unamused and she regretted her lighthearted jabs. Of course, she was prying for information but this all left her feeling like an idiot.

At last, Yami asked, "Hmmm? Who told you that?"

Vanessa jabbed further and said, "I heard from a little birdie that you said she and you can get married when you are both old and alone. I'm so jealous. Charlotte's a lucky lady. Fufufu."

Yami again stared at her blankly, not flustered in the least.

He said, "I was mostly joking. Even if she has a crush, she doesn't say much."

Vanessa felt a bit of relief at his responses, but they were still far too ambiguous. She decided she needed to be absolutely sure of the situation. As such, she decided to risk her own attempts to woo him by saying, "Is that so? I thought she was your type. You like strong women and she's a captain. And she's ranked first in looks according to the Magic Knight's survey. But I suppose I was mistaken. You're such a hard man to read. Heh heh."

Propping up Charlotte hurt terribly, but Vanessa had to bear with it.

Yami rubbed the back of his thick, dark hair a bit awkwardly and said, "I'm not sure what to say. I haven't thought about any of that seriously. I'm not looking to date her or something. My love is battle, booze, and sword. And I'm busy looking after you brats."

He flashed a cheeky smile at her. Vanessa couldn't help but smile in response. He hadn't said he was uninterested in Charlotte, but it seemed that interest wasn't serious. And if it was, he wasn't going to make any moves within the next century or so. She decided to not pry further lest she expose her jealousy. Instead, she put a gloved hand to her cheek and smiled lazily. Honestly, she was impressed she had managed to get him to speak so much about his emotions and thoughts. Yami rarely opened up about anything. It seemed there was some depth to him he was hiding, much as she had suspected for many a years. Just as she was ready to return to sipping her glass of wine, Captain Yami added one last comment that would shatter everything.

"And besides," said Yami, "I don't know what's up with this bullshit survey you're talking about, but I honestly figured you'd be ranked first. Men are always looking at you starry-eyed, right?"

Suddenly, her cheeks were burning red. He had never complimented her looks before, even if his wording was a bit indirect. Again, she decided to test the boundaries of their relationship to see if she could hear the words she wanted so desperately for him to say.

"Oh?" asked Vanessa playfully, "Captain, you're making me blush. But there's no need to try and cheer me up. I placed fourth. I couldn't be happier."

She wasn't.

Vanessa had placed fourth because she was lacking in feminine charms, appeal, and a sense of propriety. This was not to say she was terribly insecure about it. She was far from desperate for male validation, even if she enjoyed the attention. Even Yami's affection was something she could live without. But right now, she started to doubt that last part. It was frustrating to know she didn't have a chance in winning him over. The sinful witch's advances on the captain couldn't compete with what a pure maiden like Charlotte could offer him. Her love was inferior and she was undesirable as a romantic partner. Men were happy to bed her, but she'd never gotten a confession in her life. And so, in this moment, she simply waited for the captain to shoot her down. It wouldn't be the first time he ignored her flirtations. It was her destiny to lose in the battlefield that was love.

"I wasn't trying to cheer you up," Captain Yami answered, "I was just telling the truth."

His tone was rather stern. Vanessa was both flattered and a bit afraid to see Yami's grave tone of voice aimed at her. Had she teased him too much? She didn't want him mad at her. Vanessa couldn't stand the thought of upsetting or disappointing Yami.

He continued in a casual tone of voice, "Don't worry about some shitty poll. Everyone knows that the most beautiful witch in the Magic Knights is the Black Bull's 'Lush of a Witch'. That's obvious, isn't it?"

Vanessa couldn't help but blush furiously. Her hands clenched together as she felt utterly embarrassed. She hoped he didn't realize just how flustered she was. Never in a million years did she expect to get this compliment from him. He saw her platonically, right? But his comment, while not particularly sexual, seemed a bit personal, didn't it? He was saying HE found her the most beautiful, right? She wondered if she should play it off with a tease, but decided yet again, to push her luck. Just maybe, she could change her fate tonight.

"Oh my, Captain," she said with a playful hand to her cheek, "You think I'm the most beautiful?"

She swore she saw Yami get flustered for once in his life. Not red in the cheeks but just a bit hesitant to answer. He then took in another breath of tobacco and sent a cloud pouring out from between his lips. He played it cool, as always.

He said slowly, "I said that, right? But don't push your luck and get a big head. You're part of my squad because of your abilities, not your looks. Save those worries for when you're off-duty, Vanessa."

"Of course, Captain," she was with heated cheeks, "I'm flattered you think so."

Vanessa was positively ecstatic now. Sure, he didn't have feelings for her, but if he found her attractive, that was a good start. In a way, his chivalry made her love him even more. He honestly respected her enough to not take advantage of her. He also respected her abilities as a mage, as a member of the Black Bulls. Perhaps she even met his qualifications for a strong woman. Even if she was not a frontline fighter, she was a competent witch who had won her fair share of battles. The lustful witch, with her insatiable thirst for the opposite sex, decided to risk it all for this man. And so, she sought to seduce her beloved captain. The ultimate prey.

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Later that night…

Crickets and frogs in some far-off bog kept the silence between them from being wholly unbearable. After another several minutes, Vanessa stood up and brought her bottle over to beside Captain Yami. For a moment, she was frozen behind him, staring down in petrification. Her mind momentarily froze as she wondered what to do next. Vanessa was sweating. What had gotten into her? She never froze, even in the company of a particularly gorgeous man. But this was Captain Yami we are talking about!

Just as Yami was about to ask what was up with her, the scarlet-haired witch sat herself down beside him on the log.

"Want a drink, Captain?" she asked playfully.

"Eh? Alright," he said casually.

He drank from her wine bottle and she took a swig herself. She truly wasn't like Charlotte, blushing from indirect kisses from Yami. She was just herself… Vanessa. And either he liked these parts of Vanessa or he didn't. In any case, Vanessa wasn't going to wait timidly any longer like her rival. Besides, Captain Yami would never make the first move. She'd never even see him with a woman before. She wondered why that was. Vanessa decided to learn where she stood in all of this, or rather to wrap her red thread of fate around him. Only this thread didn't require Rogue, only her womanly charms.

Vanessa slid her gloved hand behind his muscular arm and looped her arms around it until she had him wrapped in a loving embrace. He gazed over at her with a raised eyebrow. She placed her head on his shoulder. He didn't recoil or pull away. Even so, her actions could be mistaken for one of her casual flirtations, especially after the nice things he had said. She'd never gone further with him than this. It was time to cross the line!

Enoteca released her grip on his bulging arm muscles and placed her hand on his pec. It was so firm, ready to burst out of his shirt. It drove her mad with desire. She let her hand cling to his chest as she began to rest her cheek on his shoulder. There was no denying what she was trying to do, right?

"Hmm? What are you trying to do?" he asked blankly.

She said in a soft voice, "Captain, you must know I've got a huge crush on you. I've had one since you rescued me from that birdcage."

She lovingly stroked his pec and let her hands rub on the tree-trunk limbs he called arms. He stared forward like before, but she could feel it. His heartbeat was increasing.

Yami said calmly, "You know we can't. I'm your captain. I can't abuse that power."

Vanessa said, "What if I want it? If the sex or dating doesn't work out, we can just go back to how it was before."

Yami replied, "We can't go back, Vanessa. You're my beloved subordinate. I care about you. You should find a good, honest man to take care of you."

She exclaimed passionately, "Captain, you're the man I love! Only you."

She swore that for a moment, Yami flashed her the slightest hint of a blush.

"You're drunk," he said.

"Captain, you're so mean," she whined in a girly voice, "Just reject me outright. Say if you don't want me. For a man of few words, you sure dance around things."

Yami rubbed the back of his hair and said, "Want has nothing to do with it. I'm your captain. There are boundaries we can't cross."

Vanessa asked slyly, "So if I wasn't your underling… Are you saying you would?"

He didn't answer.

She leaned up to his ear and began to speak in her most erotic voice, "If I was in a different squad, would you get excited if you saw me in this outfit or in nothing but my lingerie laying on your bed? Waiting for it? Begging for it?"

He seemed frustrated now and rubbed his head as he said, "You look sexy as hell all the time. In your panties or your uniform. Is that what you want to hear?"

"Mmm-hmm," she said as she leaned up and kissed Yami on the lips. She put her hands on each side of his face as she pressed her lips against his. She was kissing her beloved captain. Vanessa felt his cheeks heat up even as he kept eye contact. She decided to do the same and give him "fuck me" eyes as she tasted his lips. At last, he kissed back.

"Mwuah," she said as they smooched.

Her heart was racing and her body was warm with fever.

"If you don't tell me to stop," she said in a breathy voice, "I might just go all the way, Captain. Fufufufu."

She giggled as her hands now roamed down his neck, laying loving kisses upon it. She tugged on his ear with her teeth like a predator tasting its meal. This man could break her in his arms, but right now, he seemed to have turned into jelly before her. Her hands wickedly fondled his muscles and ran across his delectable collarbones. She let her lips leave nude-pink lipstick kisses on his white t-shirt. Vanessa then traced her fingers over his abdominal muscles as she slid down and got onto her knees, a position she only took when devouring a man. She let her hand wrap around his bulge, and to her delight, her beloved captain seemed to be stiffening up. But she needed to truly impress Yami if she was to make him go absolutely wild for her. For that, she would use her man-pleasing skills until he was unable to think of any other woman than her.

"Wait," said Yami, "Those brats will see."

Are you getting flustered, Captain? How cute.

Vanessa said, "Then you better not moan too loud for me, Captain."

She was disobeying him. It was exciting to finally get what she wanted with the captain. However, she decided to pause a moment. Despite her desire to seduce him, she wanted his consent in all of this. And so she remained between his legs, dangerously close to his crotch as she gazed up at him patiently, awaiting those magic words. If he wanted her to stop, he merely needed to say so.

At last, he whispered, "Fine. But keep your voice down."

The witch sported a wicked smile. She slid down his pants and smirked at the sight of his fundoshi. She then slid aside his loincloth as her eyes widened.

This is Captain Yami's… cock

Vanessa licked her lips excitedly at the delectable sight in front of her. She hoped she wouldn't drool as anticipation left her starved for him. Her captain was well-hung indeed. She couldn't wait to kiss it. To taste it. To suck on it. To lick it. To swallow it. For it to stuff her full. Instinctively, she moaned as she slid her tongue on the underside of the shaft. She was already wet just from a taste of the erotic cock before her. It was almost instinctive how she devoured it hungrily. However, his veiny member wasn't yet at its most magnificent. Vanessa began to play with it in her skillful hand, rubbing her thumb over the bulbous head as she pulled back his foreskin. She then swirled her tongue around the glistening tip of Yami's throbbing erection. He was erect for her! She had succeeded in turning him on. She looked up to see Yami was panting a bit now. Inside, his rigid emotions were shattering.

He thought, "Damn. She's good at this. How many men has she done this with?"

The sight of Yami's ever-growing lust for her turned the witch on to no end. As did the taboo of sucking her captain's cock, a man who was practically family to her and the Black Bulls. There was also the thrill of getting caught. Vanessa did enjoy the idea of another man watching, but she knew if her comrades woke up, it was over. Even so, she wanted to make him moan and growl for her. She tasted his delicious manhood before wrapping her lips lovingly around the thick head and tasted his sticky precum. She then lay kisses down the underside until she reached her captain's balls, both of which were brimming with semen meant to impregnate her. She licked each testicle and wrapped her lips around them lovingly, sucking on them gently. Vanessa played with his balls in one hand now as she returned to his monstrous penis. Something so big… She would surely choke on it and it was sure to break her. Even so, she couldn't wait to find out if it would fit inside her womanhood. She decided to show him just how good she was at pleasing a man. She took his dick into her mouth and laid it on her tongue. She then sunk downward and let his shaft slide down her throat. The lustful witch was deepthroating her captain's entire cock, the man she was smitten with! It was like a dream come true for her. Vanessa couldn't help but moan as she took him in inch by inch until she swallowed him down to the base. She left his veiny dick covered in a wet froth of saliva. Her eyes were heavy with a fever for his manhood, and she let her finger rub against her clit. Without a doubt, this was the hottest blowjob she had ever given.

At last, Vanessa released his shaft from her mouth and asked him in her sultriest voice, "How does it feel? I'm quite proud of my blowjob skills."

He said both angrily and weakly, "Damn it. I'm going to lose it if you keep doing that."

"Then lose yourself to it, Captain!"

Vanessa slurped and tasted it hungrily before deepthroating the entire shaft once more. She was bobbing her head now. She could already tell the captain's manhood was throbbing and ready to burst. She giggled, somehow knowing he was not used to climaxing so soon. Unfortunately for him, there was dark witchcraft at work here. This witch's lascivious tongue was trying to drain him. She was kissing the head of it when she suddenly felt Yami's powerful hand wrap around her head. The young woman blushed as the muscular man forced her down onto his massive girth.

"Mmmmph!" she moaned both in surprise and in arousal.

She choked on it a bit as he handled her so roughly.

"S-Sorry," he said, "I lost control."

Vanessa giggled as she resumed her work and let him hold her against his crotch, making her worship it. He tasted utterly amazing. She licked his manhood lovingly now until it was left twitching and sensitive. As Yami began to rub her hair warmly, she let her tongue swirl around the head again. At last, she saw his dick twitch madly and the captain's teeth smashed together before he let out a growl. The untamed muscles of his body tightened, and his legs jerked forward violently.

"Fuck," he groaned, "Uggh….:"

Again, he forced her to swallow his cock as he climaxed. She lovingly took in every drop of this man's thick, fertile seed. The taste was salty and masculine. It bubbled as she drank it down, much of it getting stuck on the walls of her throat. Vanessa took down every drop for him, showing off the indisputable fact that she was a swallower, not a spitter.

"Mmmmn" she let out amidst licking her lips, "How was that?"

Yami said, "I doubt anyone can compete with that, Vanessa."

She loved when he said her name.

Her captain thought silently to himself as he recovered, "That's enough though. We can't go any further."

Vanessa said," Ooh. I got so horny, sucking your cock, Captain. Let's go all the way. Why don't you bend me over and have your way with me?"

Her words put an even more powerful hex on him, luring one of the most powerful captains in the Clover Kingdom into her trap. Yami grit his teeth again, looking like he was struggling to choose between a life and death choice on a hellish battlefield. But Vanessa already knew she had won. He then sighed as he regained control of himself… somewhat at least.

He answered flatly, "Not here. Let's go somewhere more private."

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Vanessa clung happily to her captain's arm as they made their way deeper into the forest. Around them, the air was growing cooler and the sound of nocturnal creatures deafened their ears. Once the tent was well out of sight, Yami brought Vanessa to a thicket of trees with a small grassy clearing on the other side. A fine choice. The wizard then pulled up her against him, his arms wrapping around her. It left her blushing and made her heart skip a beat. Her brain struggled to process that she was sharing such a romantic moment with such an aloof man as Captain Yami. His powerful hands slid down to her burgundy miniskirt, and he let his rough, calloused fingers feel her soft thighs.

He said, "You're always flaunting your body in this skimpy outfit, trying to get a rise out of men. Trying to get a rise out of me."

"Fufufu," she said, "That's right. Looks like I finally caught a good one."

She pulled down her corset dress and let her massive melons slip out. Her Captain Yami didn't waste any time in enjoying her chest. He began to press his handsome face into her cleavage, tickling her with inviting hot breaths upon her bare skin. Vanessa giggled, never expecting to see this side of her beloved leader. She let him take a nipple into his mouth and suckle on it fiercely as if searching for milk. His tongue was swirling around it as his sword-wielding hand sunk into her other breast. She panted and moaned, her breasts feeling all manner of pleasure from this man.

Once her nipples were left glistening with saliva, Vanessa guided Yami towards a large tree trunk behind him. She sat him down so his back rested against it as she began to kiss him again. She then grinned and blushed madly as she felt him lift up her skirt and slide down her purple panties. His forceful hands wrapped around her large round ass and sunk deep into it. Vanessa arched her back and moaned shamelessly as she felt him strike it with one of his burly hands. Her butt stung in the most delightful way as her captain marked her as his woman, leaving her rump stinging and a man's handprint temporarily tattooed upon it. He now spun her around so he could let his hands explore her from behind. Vanessa panted and squirmed as he gave into his pent-up desires. His hands fondled her breasts roughly from behind and sunk into them greedily as he nibbled on her ear, his teeth tugging on it gently. What a tease he was… She couldn't resist letting out another moan of approval. Yami let a hot puff of air linger in her ear, as if he were a hungry wolf about to devour her. His hand now slid down to her legs. She felt him slide a powerful index finger down to her womanhood. He played with the nub there, sending maddening pleasure up her body. Vanessa squealed in his embrace. His hairy arms were bulging and his veins were throbbing as he held her against him, exploring her body however he wished.

He said heatedly, "Your body is insane."

She panted, "Ooh. You're the … mmnn… one who looks built for breeding me."

He said sinfully in her ear, "What a coincidence, you look built for being bred."

His words were utterly arousing to her. Did he really just say such a thing? He wasn't usually like this. Was he drunker than he appeared? Vanessa wasn't sure of what the answer might be, but he was saying all the right things. Usually, she relied on a few words of praise from Yami each month, but today he was making her feel like a queen, even as he handled her so roughly. His fingers now slid into her lower lips of which were soaking wet. She panted as she leaked out fluids in response to his skillful finger. A second digit slipped into her womanhood and together both fingers began to thrust into her like a dick. After several minutes of being fingered and having her breasts fondled, the man-loving witch splashed out her juices for him. However, like Yami, she was far from winded. His teasing had only made her more desperate to push these boundaries past the point of no return. As he continued to play with her clit, Vanessa moaned out her true desire.

"Oh fuck, Captain," she said as she panted madly, "I want it. I want your cock. I want you to impregnate me! Mmmmnn."

Yami said, "Alright then. Bend over."

Vanessa grinned happily and obeyed him. Despite how weak her legs were after being pleasured by the samurai's ruthless hands, she perfectly balanced herself on her high heels. Vanessa bent over with her hands pressed against the tree's lengthy trunk as she presented her ass to him. Her garters dug into her flesh as she did. She panted and as she felt Yami's hot shaft land directly on her ass cheeks. He was driving her crazy! She found herself desperate to be fucked by him as if she were in heat during mating season.

"Ooh don't tease me, Captain," she said with a manic look in her eye.

He said, "Vanessa… Sorry. I don't think I'll be able to control myself."

"Don't hold back," she said, "Let out all your pent-up frustration… Unleash all your lust onto me."

He said, "Have it your way. You're the one that caused this so hurry up and take responsibility."

The witch panted as she felt Yami's shaft begin to force its way into her and spread her wide. He was stuffing her full and splitting her apart. He was utterly massive and just the feeling of it remaining inside her was driving her mad. Vanessa then felt his boiling-hot hands grab her ass as he withdrew. Immediately, he speared her deep and fast as he swung forward his muscular hips. His hard muscles crashed into her soft flesh. The clap of his testicles to her butt echoed through the forest. Yami seemed mesmerized by how her butt jiggled with his thrusts and so he struck both pale cheeks with his palm. The succubus witch moaned with every blow as he increased the speed of his thrusts. He suddenly grabbed her by the wrists and pulled them back beside her hips. Her captain was having his way with her! His thrusts became ferocious, like that of a bucking bronco. He slammed into her and impaled her deep, spearing her with every inch of his veiny rod. It sent a shock up her spine. She looked back to see the dashing ronin panting madly, baring his fangs to her like a feral beast. His handsome face was red and glistened with sweat. As he overheated, Yami gave her quite the show as he pulled off his shirt and revealed his glistening, glorious chest. His pecs and chiseled abs were practically oiled with sweat as he continued to thrust into her. His cock was already throbbing as it rammed in deep.

Her captain said, "Damn. I'm going to cum. Where do you want it?"

She panted as she frantically said, "Inside!"

"Suit yourself, witch," he answered.

As he poured into her, she heard him growl like a ferocious beast. He arched his back and tightened his grip on her wrists as he shoved his manhood in deep again and unloaded fertile seed into her womb. Venessa's tongue hung out as she moaned from feeling him froth within her. She knew she would need to buy an emergency pregnancy-control charm the next morning. A thick load like this was dangerous for her. And yet it drove her mad as he kept dragging back his hips and snapping forward into her, so desperate to impregnate her. Not a moment later, she climaxed again. She arched her back as her juices splashed out of her and his seed poured deep in.

In the heat of the moment, Vanessa cried out, "Captain, I've always loved you! Aaaahnn!"

Yami said, "That's playing dirty, you troublesome woman… Fuck!"

He grit his teeth angrily as his body began to tremble. His powerful eyes weakened and his face was red from blushing. For them both, it felt as if his virile semen would never stop filling her. As Yami pulled out, one last shot escaped him and splashed onto her ass and clothes. Vanessa was marked by the erotic scent of her mate. Yami panted now over her as his muscled tightened and relaxed with every breath.

"Oooh…" said Vanessa, feeling his load gush out of her.

She then looked back at her beloved captain. To her amusement, he was still rearing to go. She licked her lips and rubbed her butt against his manhood playfully, threatening to make it slip into either of her holes.

"Shall we continue until you are spent?" she asked playfully.

Yami panted and took out a cigarette, lighting a fresh smoke.

He muttered something that sounded like, "Insatiable woman."

That night they did it in every position imaginable. From behind. Missionary. Cowgirl. Vanessa even begged him until he dicked her asshole. As morning arose, she and her captain were left utterly exhausted. He was completely spent and her clothes were stained with the gift of her darling Captain's essence, the fruits of their lovemaking. Yami now tenderly held her slender wrist in his mighty grip, holding her close to him. His broad-shouldered body welcomed her into rest. Vanessa leaned up and planted another kiss on his lips. He did not resist as their lips crashed against one another. After such a hedonistic encounter, Vanessa was surprised the night ended so softly. Yet she would not complain. A romantic embrace with her captain was equally welcome.

As they heard Asta and Charmy begin to stir back at the camp, Vanessa and Yami immediately sprung to their feet in a panic. Suddenly, all the risks and consequences of their lustful endeavor returned to them.

Yami said, "Let's run for the river. We'll pretend we fell in boar shit or something."

Vanessa said, "Oh? I was going to brag to the other Black Bulls. Mission success! I seduced the captain!"

Yami said humorlessly, "You're mad, woman. Absolutely not. You're definitely joking, but don't forget, you and I will be in hot water with the higher-ups if I'm caught fraternizing with a subordinate."

Vanessa said, "Ah. I'm sorry about that."

He then put a hand on her head and let it ruffle through her pink locks. She couldn't help but blush the same as always. Anytime he doted on her, she was extremely happy.

He said, "So I'm saying it's best you keep this between us for now. Is that clear?"

"Aye aye, Sir," she said with a professional salute.

He then sighed again and for a moment, she saw a genuine smile upon his face.

Jeez. Just when I thought he couldn't get any more handsome.

Yami then gazed at her with a bit of determination in his eyes.

He said, "Oh yeah. I want to clear something up. You talked about me preferring strong women. But actually, I told you I like women I can drink with too. You're the one who asked me at the festival, remember?"

"A-Ah," she said a bit embarassed, "You mean-"

"I'm saying you fit both those things. That makes you my type of woman, doesn't it?" said Yami, "So no more pouting. You got your way after all."

He then continued, "Oh, and no more flirting with other guys, got it?'

She said a bit angrily, "Of course, I know that! Geeze."

Her man now smiled at her and waved back at her as he said, "Well, we best wash up."

Vanessa then heard him say gently and mischievously, "Seems I'm caught in the witch's web with no way out. What a pain."

With that, Yami turned around and coolly made his way towards the river, happily smoking as he did. He had his hands in his pockets now as he sported a sly grin she could not see. Instead, Vanessa was left with a hand to her chest as her face turned a brand-new shade of scarlet. That man… he liked her more than he let on it seemed. She couldn't help but smile lovingly at him, enjoying the sight of his shoulder blade and muscles pressing through his sleeveless shirt.

What an interesting man he was! Despite claiming to be a warrior of few thoughts and fewer words, Captain Yami was cleverer than he let on. A good match for a clever witch like her. He always knew what to say to make her happy. With those words, Vanessa knew that slowly but surely, they could start a relationship together. Despite her insecurities, Yami had picked her in the end. He chose HER. She couldn't help but feel a bit of pride and a sense of relief at her victory. She looked forward to the day he held her bridal style in his arms with her family, those rambunctious Black Bulls, cheering them on as they announced they were officially dating. Until then, she would be his wicked witch and pull the strings needed to get her way and gain their happy ending together.

<3 The End <3 

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"Get on your knees" for.... uh.... Soudam? Maybe 👉👈 You are so good!!!

Oh yes I do anon. Yes I do.

I’ve been wanting an excuse to write this specific scenario so thank you for this gift.

This takes place in My Specific Theatre AU BUT this piece has nothing to do with theatre and can be looked at on its own. But for context: they attend university together and share a 2-bedroom apartment. This takes place around the start of “Maybe This Time”, my Theatre AU piece on AO3, if you need to know the timeline

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Read it under the cut!  Warning for sexual content!

The movie was over. Netflix was asking if they were still watching.

The beer bottles and wine glasses weren’t going to clean themselves up

So why was Kazuichi still lazing about— with his head in Gundham’s lap, no less?

It’s not like Gundham seemed to mind, oddly enough. He took strands of his roommate’s damaged hair in his fingers, twirling it and bringing it up and down through the air

“I’m glad it had a happy ending,” Kazuichi said to anyone who would listen (and since he and Gundham were the only ones in their apartment, he sure was hoping Gundham would listen), “It was like... there’s someone out there for everyone, you know?”

Gundham could tell Kazuichi was tipsy. Hell, Gundham was tipsy, too. He had his fair share of wine to get through that ridiculous teen rom-com. They originally started watching it to make fun of it, but the more beer (and some of Gundham’s wine) Kazuichi put in his system, the more genuinely invested he became.

“Yes, I suppose that’s a fair takeaway from the... shoddy script,” Gundham replied, continuing to mindlessly toy with the flourescent hair in his lap

“If there’s someone out there for everyone,” Kazuichi said, his words seeming to spill out of his mouth, “Why don’t we have girlfriends, man? I mean, look at you; you’re hot as shit.”

Gundham scoffed as Kazuichi lifted his arms up in the air to emphasize his statement. “Well perhaps it’s because you still say things that imply you think everyone around you is heterosexual,” he retorted

Kazuichi slowly picked himself up and turned to face Gundham, his shoulders slouched over, “C’mon, man, you know I’m still trying to get used to that. I’ve only been out for like a year and a half,” he whined

“And I understand that eliminating the ‘Straight is the Default’ setting in your brain can be challenging, but you live with someone else who is bisexual,” Gundham elaborated, “We’ve lived together for years.”

Kazuichi chuckled, “Remember when I thought I was straight in freshman year?”

“I was amazed how in denial you were.”

And now it seemed like Kazuichi couldn’t stop laughing. The laughter was slow, almost sounding deliberately rhythmic. “Hey, Gundham... can I tell you a secret?”

“Sure.”

He had a stupid grin on his face. After living with Kazuichi for so long, Gundham knew he got... silly when he’s had a bit to drink. “You have to promise not to tell anyone,” Kazuichi added

“I won’t tell anyone.”

Kazuichi shot himself up, pointing a finger toward Gundham, “AND you have to promise not to get mad.”

After living with Gundham for so long, Kazuichi should know that Gundham is blunt when he’s had a bit to drink. “I won’t be angry with you,” he said. He meant it.

Kazuichi’s grin extended, practically reaching his ears. “Have you ever maybe uhhhhhh jacked off while thinking about your roommate? Cuz I have! Multiple times!”

Kazuichi was stifiling laughter, and almost missed Gundham’s rather immediate response. “Oh. Sure, I’ve done that a few times.”

“Haha, good; I’m glad I’m not the only one,” Kazuichi swayed back and forth, as if he were on a boat, smiling obliviously

If Gundham had wanted to— as Kazuichi so eloquently describes it— get shitfaced, he would’ve taken another swig of wine in disbelief during the silence they shared. Instead, he just shook his head.

Then, Kazuichi seemed to instantly sober up. “Wait.”

Kazuichi must’ve remembered that Gundham loses his filter when he has alcohol in him. But he didn’t ask Gundham to elaborate. Gundham didn’t need to go into detail about the times he’s had to control himself when Kazuichi walks around shirtless. He didn’t need to go into detail about the times he’s moaned Kazuichi’s name when he was home alone. He didn’t need to go into detail about the time he heard Kazuichi masturbating through the wall seperating their bedrooms, and got himself off on the sounds of his pleasure. He didn’t need to elaborate on any of that. He grabbed Kazuichi’s shirt collar in his fist and pulled him close. “You are such a fool.”

Regaining his balance, Kazuichi latched on to Gundham’s arms, feeling how toned they were for the first time. He looked up at Gundham in awe, seeing his hair down, framing his defined face.

As soon as Kazuichi looked him in the eye, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Gundham brought his hands to Kazuichi’s face and they kissed with more intensity than they had ever kissed anyone before.

Kazuichi’s hands gripped Gundham’s biceps, then frantically migrated across his chest and back, wanting to feel every muscle he didn’t know Gundham had.

Within seconds of their lips meeting, Gundham felt Kazuichi’s tongue asking to be invited inside, and Gundham instantly accepted, being sure to hold on to Kazuichi’s jaw and neck as they explored

Kazuichi tugged on the hem of Gundham’s shirt as he gently bit Gundham’s lower lip. Gundham grunted and grabbed Kazuichi’s wrists.

“You like that?” Kazuichi teased

“I do,” Gundham’s low voice reverberated through Kazuichi’s body as he whispered in his ear before he was suddenly pushed backward, his back landing on the seat of their couch

Kazuichi was not expecting to be, but he was instantly hard. Gundham throwing him down like that, followed by him taking off his shirt himself, shaking out his hair after he tossed it aside... Kazuichi felt like he needed air to prepare for whatever was in store.

Kazuichi had seen Gundham’s naked torso before. The moments were brief, but he— willingly or not—committed the images to memory. Suddenly, Kazuichi was feeling that body against his own as Gundham kissed him again. Kazuichi brought his hands to Gundham’s back to pull him closer, wanting no separation between their chests, stomachs...

Gundham pushed Kazuichi’s hair away as he created a path of kisses, trailing from his lips to his jaw to his neck. Kazuichi gasped when he felt Gundham steadily increase pressure on his neck. He was going to leave marks. Kazuichi craned his neck to give Gundham more of a canvas to work with.

Gundham was multi-tasking. As he sucked on Kazuichi’s neck, he was unbuttoning the shirt Kazuichi had on. It would only be fair.

Gundham pushed Kazuichi’s shirt aside, exposing the torso he’d always wanted to touch, never breaking contact with Kazuichi

One of Gundham’s calloused hands found its way to Kazuichi’s pecs, and his chest felt incredible in Gundham’s palm; against his fingertips

And Kazuichi bit his lip as he writhed in even the simple sensations of Gundham’s mouth on his neck and Gundham’s fingers grazing a nipple. God, how long HAS it been since someone ELSE touched Kazuichi like this?

Gundham had moved to Kazuichi’s collarbone and bit. Hard. “Fuck,” Kazuichi was so tempted to reach for Gundham’s belt

But if Gundham wanted to leave marks, Kazuichi thought Two can play at this game.

Kazuichi dragged his fingernails across Gundham’s back, slowly, and that got Gundham to lose his composure, practically collapsing on top of him. He gasped and shut his eyes tight, muffling moans into Kazuichi’s shoulder

There was no mistaking how turned on the other was. When Gundham brought himself down to be flush with Kazuichi, they both took notice of the other’s hard-on

And while Gundham gave in temporarily, he relished too much in making Kazuichi squirm to let him take over.

He resumed his assault on Kazuichi’s neck, taking hold of his hair in his fist, and pulled as he grinded his hips against Kazuichi’s.

The friction was driving Kazuichi insane. His curiosity was overwhelming him, too. He had to find out how big he was.

Kazuichi bucked into him, doing his best to tell Gundham he wanted to take things further without saying anything.

But that wasn’t enough for Gundham. “Tell me what you desire,” he whispered a demand in Kazuichi’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe after he spoke

Gundham ran his hands over Kazuichi’s pecs and shoulders, rolling the fabric of his shirt further down his arms. “Y-you,” Kazuichi nervously muttered

“What was that?” Gundham’s hands moved lower and lower, tracing Kazuichi’s waist and his remarkable hips. His fingers played with the waistline of Kazuichi’s pants, making Kazuichi bite his lip in desperation

“Gundham, please,” Kazuichi felt embarrassed being candid, especially with Gundham straddling him with a sexy smug smile, his hands pressed against Kazuichi’s chest

Gundham ran his hands across Kazuichi’s body again, and drifted his hands lower, rubbing them into Kazuichi’s inner thighs. Kazuichi needed them to get naked. Now.

“Use your words,” Gundham beckoned, inching closer and closer to Kazuichi’s dick

Kazuichi’s face was red. His whole body was hot and he felt way too restrained with his clothes still on. He shut his eyes so he didn’t have to look at Gundham when he blurted out “I want your cock”

Gundham huffed out a laugh as Kazuichi brought his hands up to his face to try to conceal his embarrassment.

Gundham brought himself up and Kazuichi peaked through his fingers when he heard the buckle of Gundham’s belt come undone.

In a bit of a frenzy, Kazuichi sat up and pulled his clothes off, casting them to the side in a chaotic pile

He couldn’t help but notice Gundham look down and smirk once Kazuichi’s dick was out

But Gundham’s pants were still on. His legs were spread across the seat of the couch, and his arms draped across the back. “Get on your knees,” he commanded

Kazuichi quirked his brow, but didn’t have any doubts in his next move once Gundham revealed what Kazuichi had been waiting for. He’s hung.

Kazuichi’s horny ass did as Gundham asked and got inbetween his legs, putting a hand on Gundham’s thigh, only slightly disappointed it wasn’t skin-to-skin contact.

His other hand took hold of Gundham’s dick, and brought it to his lips, relishing in Gundham’s sighs as Kazuichi wrapped his lips around the tip

Gundham grabbed Kazuichi’s hair again, biting his lip as he felt Kazuichi envelop his cock in his mouth. It was warm and every time Kazuichi sucked Gundham had to resist thrusting

And Kazuichi’s dick twinged every time he felt Gundham’s dick twinge inside him. Using the hand that was on Gundham’s thigh, he took hold of his own cock and started pumping, using his pre-cum to self lubricate

As he worked himself while sucking Gundham off, he couldn’t help but moan against Gundham’s dick. And that sent Gundham over the edge. He lost control of his hips and grabbed Kazuichi’s hair tighter

Feeling Gundham trying to fuck his mouth only made Kazuichi work harder. His head bobbed back and forth as quick as his hand went up and down his own dick. He was so close just from Gundham’s cock in his mouth.

“Kazuichi, wait,” Gundham moaned, and Kazuichi bucked into his own fist hearing Gundham moan his name, muttering a few curse words himself

Kazuichi released Gundham and looked up at him. He watched Gundham swallow as they made eye contact. “Yeah? You okay?” Kazuichi asked

“Allow me to do something for you,” Gundham requested

God dammit, he was so close and NOW Gundham’s offering? And Kazuichi was sure Gundham was about to finish, too.

Gundham stood up from the couch, and started walking out of the living room. “Are you going to join me?”

Kazuichi blinked and quickly left the floor to follow as Gundham walked through the hall and into his bedroom, and gawked as Gundham finally finished undressing, taking in the new sight of his toned thighs and firm ass.

His eyes grew wide when he saw Gundham reach into a drawer in his desk and retrieve what was so obviously a bottle of lube. He was officially in uncharted waters, and that excited him and wracked his nerves simultaneously

Kazuichi had kissed men before and gone down on men before... but he didn’t have any experience with what could come after.

Gundham climbed onto his mattress and propped himself up on his knees. He looked to Kazuichi and used his eyes to invite him to the bed

Kazuichi swallowed as he mirrored Gundham’s position, and pursed his lips as Gundham put a coat of the lubricant on his fingers.

Using his dry hand, Gundham grabbed Kazuichi’s ass and pulled him in close so their bodies were flush. Kazuichi yelped as he caught himself on Gundham, pressing his hands against Gundham’s chest.

Kazuichi’s heart was practically bursting out of his chest as he anticipated what was about to happen. Gundham had a devilish grin as he watched Kazuichi try to hide his nerves

His lubricated hand grasped on to Kazuichi’s ass as well, and he was sure to slide his fingers close— “Fuck!” Kazuichi gasped out

And Gundham paused. “Kazuichi... have you never done this before?”

Kazuichi was taken aback by Gundham’s surprise. His face turned red again as he said, “No...” and then Kazuichi had a sudden thought, “Have you?”

Gundham simply replied “Yes. A couple of times now.”

“What? When? With WHO?” Kazuichi pulled back, feeling sudden... jealousy?

“Do you want to know that, or do you want to cum?”

That sent shivers down Kazuichi’s spine. He was back on track, and he didn’t just want to cum: he needed it.

Kazuichi fervently nodded his head.

“Yes what?” Fuck, he’s doing it again.

Kazuichi felt every part of him except his boner shrink. He mumbled “makemecum”

“Don’t be shy, Kazuichi,” Gundham’s deep voice was so fucking sexy when it was breathy in his ear

“Gundham, please—“

Gundham’s dick twinged whenever he heard Kazuichi beg. He took a hand off Kazuichi’s ass and took hold of his cock, and Kazuichi instinctively shut his eyes and bucked his hips into Gundham’s hand. Kazuichi had been waiting for too long, but Gundham relished seeing him like this. “Tell me what you desire.”

“For the love of god: make me cum, please,” Kazuichi succumbed, burying his head in Gundham’s shoulder

“With pleasure,” Gundham cooed into Kazuichi’s ear. Kazuichi melted feeling Gundham’s voice against his body

And he trembled feeling Gundham’s slick fingers practically trace circles around his asshole. Kazuichi picked his head up and took a deep breath, attempting to relax

Gundham was stroking Kazuichi’s dick with his other hand, basking in Kazuichi’s body anticipating his next moves.

Kazuichi gasped and lurched forward, clinging to Gundham’s arms as he felt a finger be pushed inside

Gundham repeated Kazuichi’s taunt back at him as he continued pumping his cock and slowly thrusting his finger, “You like that?”

Kazuichi pressed his forehead into Gundham’s chest and moaned “So fucking much.”

Gundham took that as his cue to add another finger, and Kazuichi practically keeled over with a shout. He reached under Gundham’s arms to take hold of his back. This time his nails digging into Gundham’s skin was because they couldn’t get any closer

Kazuichi’s face was buried in Gundham’s shoulder again, muffling every sound Kazuichi made, and he wasn’t shutting up. It was difficult for Gundham to keep quiet, too. Hearing Kazuichi’s cries of pleasure made him wish he had a free hand to help his dick out. Kazuichi was too overcome to do anything but take it.

The instant Gundham curled his fingers, Kazuichi cried out his name and dug his fingernails into Gundham’s shoulder blades, making Gundham’s cock twitch against Kazuichi’s skin

“D-do that again,” Kazuichi whimpered against Gundham’s neck

Gundham didn’t need to toy with him anymore. He did as he asked and found Kazuichi’s prostate again, feeling Kazuichi’s hips follow his motions, taking pride in knowing this was Kazuichi’s first time experiencing this sensation as Kazuichi continued to moan and swear and call his name, digging deeper into his skin with his fingers

Gundham picked up the pace. Kazuichi was panting. Gundham heard his name muffled into his shoulder over and over and over again and knew Kazuichi was close.

Third time’s the charm. Gundham curled his fingers once again, slowing down the motion as one last tease, and Kazuichi cried out as he came. Gundham continued to use his fingers through Kazuichi’s orgasm but switched to rapidly pumping his own cock, not needing much to finish himself— the sounds Kazuichi made and remembering the feeling of Kazuichi’s mouth around him were plenty.

Their breathing eventually relaxed, and they pulled away to look at each other.

Their hair was destroyed. The hickies on Kazuichi were already turning purple. And they were covered in each other’s cum.

And all they both could think was What now?

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