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kmt123whatsthetea · 5 months

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Our girl

Fred Weasley x Reader x George Weasley

Requested by @jelloangela

Request gist: Angry sex with the Weasley twins. An argument that leads into something rough. Fluff at the end.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I decided to use the bunny and kitten nicknames that I used in the headcanons I wrote. I think it came out as the twins being condescending and owning the reader instead of angry sex, so apologies. I got halfway through writing and just went “does this make sense?”. But I stuck with it. I also only wrote that George fucks the reader but Fred is present and teasing the reader, if that counts as twins x reader. Writer's block hit me hard with this one (but writers block can be defeated with old movies and homemade biscuits)

T/W: Rough sex, unprotected sex, jealous + possessive twins, Fred is a little bit of a meanie, nicknames, manhandling, love bites, choking, hair gripping?, degradation and dumbification, allusions to exhibitionism/ prostitution, a teeny bit of overstimulation, soft aftercare

You stormed into the flat above the shop, the twins hot on your trail. They were so jealous of every man you served. If a man came to the counter while you were serving or asked you for help while you were on the shop floor, they were right behind you to scare the man away. If a man so much as looked at you, they would appear as if by magic. That’s how today played out.

You had been on the tills when a man came to the counter. You served him the same way you served any customer, but according to the twins, there was more to the story.

To them, the man had been eyeing you up, staring at your tits when you weren't looking. They even went as far as suggesting that the man was going to ask you out if they hadn't been there. The man was just a customer, but to them he was an enemy eyeing up their girl. They practically ushered him out of the shop and told him that they were closing soon (even though there was still an hour till closing).

Fred was the first to speak up, his hand grabbing your arm to stop you from pacing around the small living room.

“He was flirting with you, Kitten. Stop pretending that you didn't love his attention”.

He pulled your arm, twirling you to face him. George came up next to the two of you and trailed his hand up with back. George leaned closer to your ear and spoke with a soft voice.

“You know we care about you, Bunny. You don't need his attention, not when you have us. We’ll always take care of our girl”.

Your scoff only made them persist more.

“That's not the point, you both-”

Fred’s lips crashing onto yours cut you off. His eager hands found your waist, tugging at the T-shirt you had on. He broke the kiss to pull it over your head before George grabbed your arms and held them behind your back. His grip wasn’t painfully tight, just tight enough to stop you from getting away. Fred took his time pulling your skirt down, admiring how you looked being manhandled in place by his brother.

George pulled you towards the couch, taking a seat before pulling you onto his lap. Your legs were either side of his, your back to him with your arms still being held in place by his.

Fred leaned his face closer to yours, that smirk plastered on his face.

“Maybe you should have behaved, we might have gone easy on you Kitten. Or maybe you wanted me and Georgie to treat you like this”.

His hand slid down your stomach to your clothed pussy. He cupped your pussy, enjoying the way your hips seemed to move on their own, grinding against his hand. He pulled his hand away and ripped your underwear from you. The hand that teased you came up to gently squeeze your neck.

“You will behave when George fucks you, wont you?”

You didn't even have time to respond before you heard George pull his zipper down. You hadn't even noticed the absence of his hand on your arm. You suddenly felt something prod at your entrance before being pushed inside. The lack of preparation made you throw your head back, the sting only fueling your growing desire. George’s hips bucked up into yours, his grip tightening on your arms. His pace was brutal, his tip repeatedly rubbing that spongy spot. Fred remained standing in front of you, his hand finding your hair. He gripped your locks tightly, keeping your face towards him.

His other hand pressed your cheeks together, his tone condescending.

“This is what you needed, wasn't it? Wanted to be fucked like a little slut? Maybe we should have let that guy have a go at your tight pussy, see how much we could have charged him. We’d watch every second. Watch you take it like a slut, hear you beg for us to fuck you instead of him.”

Fred’s words had your pussy clenching around George's cock, making George groan.

“She likes it, Freddie. Imagine how much we’d make just from letting random guys fuck her mouth.”

The twins chuckled, and your cheeks blushed from their humiliating remarks.

Fred's hand came down to rub slow circles over your clit.

“Don't worry, Kitten. We’d never let another man touch you. You’re our pretty slut, aren't you?”

You nodded so fast, whiplash kicked in. You were so close, you could’ve cum from their words alone. The pleasure was building, the twins knew. But they were merciful, this time anyway. George said the words before you could even ask.

“Cum for me, Bunny”

Like the flip of a switch, the band snapped. Your moans filled the sex scented air as your pussy gushed around George's cock. His hands held your arms all throughout, keeping you steady. Fred’s eyes watched your face. He took in every detail as if he hadn't seen you cum before.

George's hips kept bucking, neither twin worrying about your moans that slowly became whines and pleas that it was “too much”. Fred's hand returned to your clit, his face level with yours. Georges cock pulsed inside of you before cum painted your walls. His thrusts slowed to a stop, settling you into his lap and releasing your arms from his grip.

Fred took it as his cue to lift you into his arms before carrying you into the bathroom with a quick remark about ‘looking presentable in front of a lady’ to George. Fred sat you on the side of the bath and turned the taps on. He added all of your favourites from bubble bath to bath salts. When the water had risen and the bath was filled with bubbles, he helped you into the steamy water.

George came into the bathroom and sat on the floor next to Fred, both boys watching you as if you would vanish any second. The water against your aching body felt heavenly, but only one thing could make it better. Your hands left the water, one in each direction of each twin. Both boys reached for their designated hand, holding it like a precious jewel was in their palm. George's other hand came to stroke your cheek softly, and the twins gave each other a look that said it all.

You were their girl.

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muchosbesitos · 7 months

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the other woman

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: cheating (disclaimer: in no way shape or form do i condone this 🫡), angst (?), oral, doggy, missionary, and overall smut 🥸

author’s note: pretty sure y’all prefer when i write angsty miguel so enjoy 💀

word count: 4k

*Plap* *Plap*

The sound of Miguel’s cock hitting your wet, throbbing pussy reverberated through the room as you clawed at the sheets. You knew that it was wrong, that he should be at home working things out with his wife and spending time with his children. But a part of you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride when Miguel called you asking to come over. You knew it was wrong to feel so possessive over him, that you were just something to make his marriage more bearable but you couldn't help but seek this out time after time.

He fucked you like each time would be the last, leaving you mewling and moaning over his cock. He thrust deeply inside of you, the walls of your pussy clamping around him tightly as he kept a hand on your shoulder. He fucked you from behind like you were a cheap prostitute, unwilling to look you in the eye and face the reality of his actions, but the words he spoke to you were anything but disrespectful. "So pretty taking my cock like this," he moaned out, his grip on your shoulder tightening as he thrust into you deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. You clawed at the sheets, your face buried in a pillow as you moaned loudly.

The ring of a phone nearby interrupted your moans, your eyes widening a bit as Miguel picked it up. "Stay quiet for me, hm?" He whispered as you nodded, putting your hand against your mouth to hush down your whimpers. He answered the phone, maintaining a steady pace inside of you. "Hey Dana, how's it going?" He asked, letting out a sharp hiss as he felt your walls clamping around him tightly. He rolled his eyes as he heard Dana bitching about what he needed to do when he got home, his thrusts becoming unrelenting. "I'll pick up Gabriella tomorrow after school, it's not like you told me a thousand times already," he spoke up after she finished speaking, his balls slapping against your thighs. He let dana finish up talking, complaining about how tired she was to avoid any arguments. "Okay, te veo al rato. Chao."

As soon as he hung up the phone, he began to push his cock deeper and faster inside of you. "Since you were such a good girl for me, I'll let you cum," he whispered against your skin, his lips kissing on the top of your shoulder. You let out a moan in response, your hips moving to match his thrusts as you clamped around him. Your fingers moved to rub on your clit, rubbing it quickly to find that sweet release. Miguel put a foot up on the bed, providing him with just the right angle to hit your g-spot, your moans filling up his ears. You let out a moan as you clamped around him tightly, releasing your juices on his cock. You were surprised when he flipped you over, his head dipping down to capture your lips in a kiss. "You're too good for me."

He pushed your legs against your chest as he started to thrust inside you once more, letting out a moan as he bottomed out. He started off slow, but his thrusts were deep, making your breath catch in your throat. "Breathe," he whispered in your ear, kissing your neck softly. You nodded, starting to get your breathing back under control. You looked down at where his cock entered inside of you, your walls clamping around his cock tightly. He started to speed up, rutting inside of you deeply and quickly. His mouth attached itself to one of your breasts, his tongue circling around your areola. The feeling of having him inside of you and his tongue on your breasts was heavenly, his mouth knowing just how to rile you up.

His hands moved to your hips, gripping them tightly as he used you to his pleasure, treating you like his cocksleeve. "Just a hole for me to use, hm?" he said condescendingly, watching as you nodded mindlessly. His hands moved down to your clit, rubbing small circles on it as he pushed you closer to the precipice of your orgasm. "Mmph!" You moaned out, feeling his cock almost in your throat as the tip brushed against your cervix. One of the veins were brushing just against your g-spot, the ridge hitting you deliciously. You clamped tightly around him, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. You squirted on his cock, the clear liquid shooting up to his happy trail and soaking the bedsheets. You felt your vision blacking out from the sheer euphoria of the orgasm, overwhelmed by the bliss you felt. He thrusted in you one last time before he came inside you, letting his cock sit there for a couple seconds.

Miguel pulled out of you, pushing the cum back inside of you with his fingers, watching as you hissed a bit from the contact. "Don't tell me you're done yet, chiquita," he said with a small chuckle, his face in direct contact with your pussy. Your eyes widened as you looked down at him, seeing him lick his lips as saw his cum dribbling from your puffy folds. "I thought we were," you mumbled, hiding your face in your hands. He took your hands away, kissing you so tenderly and sweetly, the way a lover would. "We're just getting started. You can give me one more, hm? I just wanna see you squirt like that again," he replied, the tone in his voice soft despite the hungry look in his eyes.

His tongue quickly darted in your pussy when you gave him permission, his hands supporting you from below as he spread your legs open. He ran his tongue through your folds, getting the slick that was already dripping out of you. He pushed his tongue deep inside of you, licking at your walls and just taking the time to taste your essence. He spread your legs further apart when you tried to enclose them against his head, keeping a steady grip on your thighs as he continued to ravage you. His nose rubbed against your clit as he sucked, the tip hitting it in a steady rhythm as his lips sucked at everything you had to give him. "Que rica," he murmured, the vibrations sending a shiver running down your spine. One of his hands moved to rub your clit, rubbing small circles around the engorged bundle of nerves. You gripped his hair tightly as you felt yourself getting closer to the brink of orgasm, your toes curling as he continued with his ministrations. You let out a loud moan as the dam broke, your release completely coating his chin with your slick. (how tasty)

However, when Miguel had said one last time, he actually meant about five more times. You laid down on the bed, getting your breathing back in order as you turned around to face him. "Can you stay for a little while?" You asked, mentally preparing yourself for the rejection. "I was thinking of maybe staying the night if it's okay with you. I just have to get back to pick up Gabi tomorrow," he murmured, his fingers running down your hair as he kissed your cheek. Miguel had never spent the night before, he always found his way back home to Dana, where he belonged. "Sure, that's okay with me," you replied, snuggling closer against him as you let his body warmth engulf you. You two spent a couple more minutes in silence, coming down from your previous orgasms before he spoke up. "I think this might be the last time we see each other, chiquitina. Me and Dana might work things out." (little one)

You weren't sure why you felt so sad hearing his words, you knew that this wasn't going to last in the long term. That any plans of him choosing you over his wife were just a sick delusion you used to comfort yourself at night. The whole thing had started off when you started working at Alchemax as a lab assistant about five months ago. You were assigned to help Miguel, and even though he had some reservations at first, he quickly grew to like your work ethic and your efficiency. However, that wasn't the only thing he liked about you. He grew to like the way you looked at him, like he hung the moon every time he explained one of his theories to you and the way that you made him feel young again. He knew that other men at the lab were pining for you, not just for your looks, but also for how smart you were.

One day, you two had stayed late to work on inventory and start up on a research project. You two went inside the storage room with completely innocent intentions, just meaning to get the count of items checked. "Mierda, it won't open," he muttered, rattling the door knob once more. You watched as he struggled with the door, checking your phone to see that you didn't have any bars. "No connection either," you grumbled, slightly annoyed that you had to stay later than usual at the lab. The two of you started talking, hoping to pass by the time until a janitor came to open the door. One thing led to another and you were on Miguel’s lap, kissing like your lives depended on it.

"I shouldn't be doing this, i'm married," he mumbled, rubbing his temples as he pulled away from the kiss. even though his mouth was saying one thing, his cock was straining against his pants eager for some type of attention. "You think I haven't noticed the way you look at me, Dr. O’Hara? I won't tell if you don't," you whispered against his ear, your clothed pussy grinding against his cock. "Fuck," he breathed out, picking you up and pinning you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock sheathed inside of you, taking you for the first time out of many.

After the two of you had taken a moment to compose yourselves, you got up from the bed and put on some pajamas. You grabbed the soiled bedsheets, putting them in the washing machine before walking back to your bedroom. You saw Miguel putting on a fresh pair of bedsheets, your eyes widening a bit at how natural he seemed in your space and how well he seemed to take to his surroundings. "I'm gonna shower, you can join me if you want," you spoke up after he finished setting the bed, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly. You walked into the shower, setting it to the warmest setting and stripped off your clothes, stepping inside.

About ten minutes had passed when you came to the realization that Miguel wasn't coming to join you in the shower, that he'd lied about staying the night with you. You rested your head against the shower walls as tears rolled down from your face, unsure of why you felt so disappointed in his actions. You knew that this was going to eventually reach an end, but a part of you, a silly part of you, was clinging on to the hope that he'd realize how much better you could treat him than his wife and that he should pick you instead. You had felt a surge of guilt when the arrangement had first started, but it quickly died down when Miguel confided that Dana was cheating on him as well. You thought the whole thing was stupid, why they didn't just leave each other to pursue happiness but you didn't involve yourself in the arrangement. At first, you had fallen in love with the thrill, the thrill of getting caught and the excitement you felt whenever Miguel snuck into your house with the excuse of a work trip, but quickly realized you were falling in love with Miguel too.

You decided to text one of your friends to see if they wanted to hang out for a coffee tomorrow, needing something, anything, to get your mind off the longing in your heart for a man who was never yours. You chewed on your lip as you scrolled through your Instagram, seeing DMs from men who wanted a chance. You didn't know why you chose Miguel, maybe the fact that he was so forbidden was enticing you, the fact that he knew how to please you better than men your age also adding to the attraction. You placed your phone down when your friend confirmed for the coffee tomorrow, rubbing your temples. Your head was starting to hurt from the amount of crying you'd been doing, but the pain didn't compare to the loss you felt when Miguel said he wanted to fix things with his wife. Eventually, you managed to fall asleep, consoled by the multitude of stuffed animals on your bed.

The next morning, you took the opportunity to do some chores you'd been putting off before you had to head over to the coffee shop. As you cleaned out your closet, you realized that Miguel was also building a space in your apartment. You brought the shirts up to your nose, feeling a strange sense of relief at the comfort that his scent brought you. You couldn't help but hold them close to your chest as you recalled some of the memories, most of them bittersweet. You let out a small huff as you grabbed a box and started to fold his clothes, putting them in there. You left them tucked in the corner of your closet, not willing yourself to throw them away.

"Hey, sorry I’m late!" You told your friend as you arrived at the coffee shop, sitting down. "Hey, don't worry. I just got here too," your friend reassured you with a small smile, handing you the coffee they'd ordered for you. You thanked them and got into easy conversation about how work and how your love lives were going. As you listened to your friend recount what happened on their last bumble date, your eyes drifted over to see Dana standing at the counter waiting for her drink. You recognized her from previous Instagram stalking, and she looked even prettier in person. You tried to focus on what your friend was saying right in front of you, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy hit you in the gut.

Of course Miguel would choose to go back to her at the end of the day, she was more sophisticated and more fashionable than you were. You saw how her features relaxed when she smiled, the expression natural, and you couldn't help but feel insecure now that you were staring at her straight in the face. You'd never thought yourself as better than her, sure you felt some pity for her, but you saw her as superior to you. She gave Miguel the stability that he needed in his life, something you wouldn't be able to give him. Your eyes flickered to the man standing next to her, seeing how comfortable they seemed to be around each other without any fear of getting caught.

You returned your attention back to your friend when you felt Dana turn around, not wanting to get exposed in this coffee shop. As you sipped on your coffee, you couldn't help but feel that disappointment crawl back up to you when you took into account of how well Dana was dressed. "And how's your dating life?" Your friend asked, snapping you from your thoughts as you blinked. "Uh, so the older man I was telling you about actually just ended things with me," you replied with a small shrug, taking a sip from your coffee. You always described Miguel to your friends as a SINGLE older man, not wanting to see the silent judgement in their faces or hear about how you deserved to be more than just a side piece. You saw the way your friend's brows furrowed a bit as they listened to you recount the events. "I know this isn't what you wanna hear but I think it'll be good for you. You're always talking about how much he doesn't wanna commit," they remarked after you finished talking, their face full of pity.

After your friend left, you decided to stay at the coffee shop as you looked over at Dana. You wanted to leave, wanted to leave Miguel on the back door of your mind but you couldn't help but wonder what about Dana was so enticing. You were snapped out of your thoughts when Dana sat in front of you, her lips pursed and her arms folded. "You're the woman my husband's been fucking right?" She asked, completely surprising you with how direct she was. You instantly regretted staying at the coffee shop as you lifted your gaze from your coffee cup to meet hers. "I don't know what you're talking about," you mumbled, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you whole.

"I may be a lot of things but I’m not stupid, darling. And you're being stupid if you think Miguel really loves you. He's just with you for the excitement, for the thrill, and for how young and naive you are," she responded, her face completely neutral despite the situations. "I'm sorry. I never meant for it to get this far," you replied, feeling completely ashamed, wishing she would just start yelling at you or slap you. "Keep that in mind as this little fling keeps going on," she said, standing up and taking her purse in hand. You felt a tide of emotions hitting you all at once, you were expecting her to be more brutal with the way she handled that, but you weren't expecting her to be so calm with the idea. You kept her words in mind as you started to head back home, knowing she was right, but you didn't want to admit it to yourself just yet. You wanted to think that you were special to Miguel.

You managed to avoid Miguel for the next couple days at work, making yourself useful to a couple other of the research assistants there. On Friday, however, you were assigned to Miguel’s lab so you decided to head early to get started on your work. As you stepped inside the lab, the sight in front of you made your heart drop. One of the interns was batting her lashes at Miguel and twirling her hair, looking at him the same way you used to do. She was younger than you, her expression full of awe as he spoke. You went outside, locking yourself up in the storage closet as Dana's words ran through your head.

You felt stupid for thinking that you were something special to Miguel, for thinking that you might've meant something to else to him apart from easy pussy. You wiped the tears forming at the brim of your eyes, composing yourself up in the bathroom as you fixed your makeup. You looked over to see the intern talking with one of her friends, her cheeks rosy as she spoke. "Dude, he's such a dilf. I swear if it wasn't for that wedding ring on his finger, I'd totally jump him," she told her friend, little giggles escaping from her mouth as she talked. You felt the jealousy building up inside of you again, but you didn't do anything apart from grip your mascara tube tighter. You finished up fixing up your appearance, going back to looking presentable before walking over to the lab.

"Hey, how's it going?" Miguel asked, handing you a cup of coffee with a warm smile. You threw away the coffee in a sink nearby, tossing the cup in a bin as you got your lab coat from the drawer. "What do you need me to do today?" You asked, completely dodging his question and decided to maintain professional around him. You saw his eyes flicker around, seeing if someone else was in the room, as his expression softened up when he looked over at you again. "Is something wrong, chiquita?" He asked, lifting up your chin so you'd look at him. You averted eye contact as most as possible, but eventually ended up looking at him. "No, I'm just trying to remain professional here. What do you need me to do?" Your brisk tone surprised him, but he decided not to push his luck any further as he started to give you the debrief.

The beginning of the day was mostly spent in silence, only talking about how the graphs were looking like and what he needed for his experiments. You felt his gaze on you a couple times, but you were determined to keep this as professional as you could, especially after what you heard in the bathroom. The intern spent the afternoon around Miguel, filling up the silence with basic questions and making conversation. You gripped the flask tightly as you saw her batting her lashes at him again, pouring it into of the wrong mixes. Your eyes widened as you saw the reaction start up, the liquids combining to form a thick grey cloud. "Jeez, what a rookie mistake," the intern noted, letting out a teasing giggle as she looked over at Miguel. Miguel managed to get it under control but he pulled you aside to talk to you in the supply closet.

"You wanna tell me what that's about?" He asked, looking at you with a scowl on his face. You were used to seeing him make that face at everyone else, but you never pictured that you'd be on the receiving end. "I’m sorry, I just got distracted," you mumbled, hoping that he would drop the subject after that. He, however, did not drop the subject and instead grabbed your chin, looking at you sternly. "What distracted you so much?" He brushed a strand away from your face as he asked, his expression still cold. "The fact that I'm jealous, Miguel. And I know I have no right to be, but it hurts. It hurts seeing that intern flirt with you and not being able to do anything about it, okay? And I know we ended things, you don't have to remind me," you responded, hastily wiping away at the tears that were forming.

You sat down on the couch, spending the rest of the night watching Narcos as you ate ice cream. You thought that you were done with Miguel, but seeing someone else pursue him made you realize that you still wanted him as badly as you did the first day you met him. You didn't cry any more after you cried on the drive home, coming to the realization that you had just been delusional over this arrangement with Miguel. As you scrolled through your Instagram DMs, you saw a message from Miguel on your screen. You thought about ignoring him, but you decided to face the music.

Miguel: Can I come over, please?

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yuri-for-businesswomen · 7 months

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i cant get over it. why dont impoverished men choose to enter prostitution en masse?

a) „there are not enough women who want to buy sex so there is no market“

so you agree that prostitution is a system that mostly benefits men, as sex buyers? incheresting

b) „there are not enough women and they are not gay or bisexual“

so you agree that sex is not a service? the sexed body is the product? incheresting

c) „they have an easier time getting a job on the regular job market“

so you agree that prostitution profits from and reinforces misogyny? its not just a neutral job choice? incheresting

d) „they are often single mothers who need flexible work hours and get discriminated against on the job market“

oh so you again agree that prostitution profits from and reinforces misogyny? that single fathers are more rare and have better job opportunities? which pushes women into sexual exploitation? incheresting

e) „women dont have any other options“

so you agree that women are systematically groomed into prostitution, kept from exiting and kept from entering other fields where impoverished men find jobs? incheresting

f) „women choose prostitution over other options“

so you again agree that women are systematically groomed into prostitution, kept from exiting and kept from entering other fields where impoverished men find jobs? because why arent men choosing it if it offers such great benefits? incheresting

i just dont buy the „no alternatives“ argument. there are alternatives but impoverished women are systematically pushed into prostitution by their families and partners, by social workers and feminists telling them its a choice without questioning why men dont choose it, by employers who know this is a last resort for women and choose to employ men instead, and there is no pushback because the men as a class also profit from prostitution, as sex buyers and competitors on the regular job market.

and then we are being pitched that these women actually have no options? be for real

of course women will say its their choice if they are being told from all sides and are systematically kept from pursuing other options.

#mine #anti prostitution #i will definitely include stuff like this in my guide

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fscottcatsgerald · 1 year

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Levi losing his virginity to you *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

warnings: smut, afab!reader, racially ambiguous!reader, use of 'cunt' to describe female genitalia, allusions to rape/sexual assault as something baby!Levi probably witnessed, mentions of prostitution, mentions of childhood trauma

Levi had been a virgin before me met you. Sex was never particularly high on his priorities. Sure he got horny like everyone else, but he was fully capable of taking care of himself in private.

His childhood had exposed him to the barbaric sex only found in a brothel; the diseases, abuse, and violence against the women whose job was to be subjected to those horrors and to just accept them for money and survival. Sex in that regard was disgustingly dirty, disease ridden, and not something he wanted to partake in. Not with a stranger and definitely not by paying for it.

Any sort of romance was also lacking in his life until he met you. His formative years had denied him the time to even consider romance or affection, having needed to focus more on just surviving.

But then he met you and for the first time in his life, he found himself yearning for your attention, your affection, your touch. No matter how much he tried to shake the feelings, desperately trying to convince himself that you were a member of his squad - that he was your superior and such desires were inappropriate - he found himself drawn more and more to you.

One heated argument over your reckless behavior on the battle field had been the final thread to snap in him before you found yourself pinned between him and his bookcase; faces mere centimeters from each other. But it was you who had finally closed the distance by pulling him into you - crushing your lips together. The first kiss was heated and rough; fueled by what felt like a lifetime of built up desire.

From that moment forward you found yourselves quietly catching glances of each other throughout the day, gently brushing hands in corridors, and sneaking kisses in his office late at night whilst the rest of the barracks were well asleep. For months this continued, midnight rendezvouses gradually growing in intensity but never pushing over the edge. You didn’t mind, however, knowing enough of Levi’s past to understandingly let him take his time. Until he finally took the leap…

Which is how he found himself buried deep within your velvety walls for the first time. Sweat sheened forehead pressed to yours as shaky arms kept him off of you enough to not crush you. He breathing heavy and ragged, eyes clenched shut; desperately trying to ground himself after the first thrust into you. The intensity of the pleasure he felt as your cunt seemed to squeeze him impossibly tighter was nearly too much.

‘Shit’ he finally managed to mutter.

Head lifting up to meet your eyes. Your pupils were blown just as wide as his in the shared pleasure you both felt. The sound of his curse sending a thrill through you causing you to involuntarily clench around him. He swore he could get lost in you - in this feeling of being impossibly connected.

Slowly withdrawing only to thrust back in, Levi crushed his lips to yours to stifle the moans he wasn’t ready to be heard. He had regained enough composure to reach out with one hand to grab one of yours, interlacing his fingers with his own as he set a languid pace - relishing the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of your tight heat.

Soft mewls left your own lips as your free hand entangled in the hair at the nape of his neck; you desperately tried to push his lips impossibly closer. Teeth clashed as tongues explored each other, all the while Levi’s thrusts growing in intensity. He might not have been the biggest in size, but the way his plush head repeatedly kissed your cervix was mind blowing. Lifting one of your legs with his own he managed to thrust in at a new, deeper angle.

‘Levi!’ you gasped feeling the head of his cock perfectly hit the spot deep within you that had your vision blurring with the sheer ecstasy.

With a grunt, Levi maintained the angle as best he could as he fucked you closer and closer to his own peak. How he had managed to keep from coming this long was a surprise given the way he thought he would lose himself on the first thrust.

‘Fuck-‘ he hissed reaching his peak with little warning, his warmth shooting into you and the feelings of it sending you over the edge as well. His name sung from your lips as you clung to the nape of his neck and back.

Panting and nearly drooling from the white hot wave of pleasure, Levi once again pressed his forehead to yours as you both came down from your highs. Gently you stroked the muscles of his back in lazy circles having revived faster than he. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, Levi finally rolled off of you sprawling (as best he could on the cramped barrack bed) beside you.

#Levi Ackerman #Levi Ackerman imagine #Levi Ackerman imagines #Levi ackermann imagines #Levi ackermann imagine #Levi Ackerman x reader #Levi Ackerman x you #Levi x reader #Levi x you #Levi ackermann x reader #Levi ackermann x you #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan imagines #snk imagines

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mlmshipbracket · 5 months

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ROUND 2: POLL #1

ROUND 2 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones:

NO PROPAGANDA SUBMITTED

Astarion Ancunín/Wyll Ravengard:

Wyll and Astarion play out as a story of parallels and contrasts.

Wyll is a monster hunter, and Astarion is a vampire. However, Wyll can be surprisingly reasonable when he learns of Astarion's true nature, to the point that he makes a "pact" with a player character Astarion to not hunt him if Astarion promises not to drink from innocents.

Both Astarion and Wyll are trapped in a relationship with an abuser--Astarion with his vampire sire, Cazador, and Wyll with the devil he contracted with to receive his powers as a warlock, Mizora. (Spoiler: Both Cazador and Mizora cause monsters transformations in Astarion and Wyll.) The way the two react to their bondage contrasts in interesting ways: Astarion latches onto behaving selfishly, his centuries of slavery without any aid convincing him that he needs to focus on gaining power to protect himself, no matter the cost. Wyll responds to his own abuse by clinging to his folk hero persona, the Blade of Frontiers, leading to him being selfless to the point of great personal cost--at one point in the story, Wyll can choose to (spoilers: be bound into his contract with Mizora for an eternity to save his father--the father that banished him from Baldur's Gate at the age of 17 because of his contract.) There's a good chance for them to push each other away from the extremes of selfishness and selflessness to end up more toward the middle, particularly if you choose one of them as the player character. (Spoilers: Astarion can be talked out of sacrificing 700 souls in a demonic ritual to become the Vampire Ascendant with a charisma check, and Wyll's highest stat is charisma. If you're playing as Astarion, you can offer to use your past as a magistrate to try to help Wyll get out of his contract, and it's pretty in character for him to argue against giving up on ever breaking free from it to save Wyll's father.)

The way their romance paths play out also have an interesting mix of contrast and parallels. Astarion is an incorrigible flirt and very quickly pursues a sexual relationship with the player character as long as he reaches a relatively low approval score threshold, while Wyll refuses sex in his romance until the end, because he wants to have a slow, romantic courtship as portrayed in the bardic tales he loves so much. However, (spoilers: Astarion eventually comes to the realization that being forced to prostitute himself to lure victims for Cazador has damaged his self image and relationship with sex, and admits he was initially seducing a romanced player to try to secure protection for himself. Once he hits that point he asks the player to halt sex in their relationship until he can figure out what he himself actually wants. Between this and dev notes found in the game's script that details that Astarion actually DOES want to have non-sexual intimacy, there's a good argument to be made that Wyll's style of romance is actually much closer to what Astarion truly wants in a relationship.)

Both Astarion and Wyll are attracted to all genders, and make comments indicating attraction to each other. Wyll frequently mentions that he finds Astarion charming and beautiful (particularly commenting on his "well-coiffed" hair), and Astarion immediately responds "Wyll" when asked which party member he wants to drink from the most, and eventually admits (if somewhat derisively) that "Wyll's the sort of prince-type I would have once dreamed of marrying. When I was about thirteen."

And the cherry on top of all of this? You can choose to play the game as either Astarion or Wyll, and romance the other. So you can, in a sense, choose to make this pairing canon, at least in your playthrough.

#jack harkness #ianto jones #jack harkness/ianto jones #janto #torchwood #astarion ancunin #wyll ravengard #astarion ancurin/wyll ravengard #wyllstarion #baldur's gate 3 #tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #mlm ship #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2023 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2023 #thirdr2

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jaegeraether · 6 months

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 17)

Lucy Bronze x Reader (17)

Masterlist (other parts here)

“I’ll tell you what she said when I see you in a few days, okay? I think it’s better done face to face.”

Jordan sighed. “You’re right, it’s just my emotions talking. And you’re sure you’re okay? You have a nasty black eye in that photo..”

“I think that’s the worst it’s going to get, fingers crossed. It’s still sore, and I’m going to have a scar but I’m okay, Dory.” Lucy nudged her and jerked her chin towards the phone. “Oh, and Lucy wants you to know that you’re my bodyguard while she’s in Spain.”

“I’m smaller than you, mate!” Jordan laughed. “I’ll just make you come to all the training sessions so we have a Villa army to protect you.”

“I don’t think management will be happy with the potential of your players getting bricked by three of Lucy’s wives, but I’ll take whatever I can get!”

Jordan laughed and Lucy groaned at that, not looking impressed. YFN reached out and stroked her cheek.

“Oh, and you two soft-launched again?!”

“Did we?”

“Hard launch incoming soon!” Lucy said loud enough for Jordan to hear.

YFN raised her eyebrows and Lucy wiggled hers cheekily.

They ended the call with promises to see each other soon and talk about Leah.

YFN turned to Lucy who was doing a crossword. It was night time now, the Arsenal girls had left, and they were alone for another night in the hospital. YFN had suggested that Lucy go home to a more comfy bed, but that idea was met with an absolute no. She’d brought more clothes for them, as well as things to keep them entertained. Like the crossword.

“It’s late…” YFN said.

Lucy nodded, finishing her word and then putting the it away. She put her arms behind her head and laid back against the inclined hospital bed, her eyes roaming over her girlfriend unashamedly.

“We need to talk about lawyer costs. I-”

“No.”

“Luce, please-”

“Nope.”

“This is my issue.. it’s unfair.”

Lucy shrugged. “Even if it was your issue, which it isn't.. your issues are my issues.”

“I have the money, you know.”

Lucy raised an eyebrow at YFN’s cheeky attempt to start an argument. She was amused by it. “So do I, so much that I don’t know what to do with it. And if I can’t spend it on the people I love then what’s the point?”

YFN’s heart skipped at beat at that word, love, and she shared a look with Lucy, but chose to not go down that rabbit hole. Not yet. “Makes me feel like a prostitute.”

The most genuine laugh bubbled up in Lucy that she’d ever heard. “Oh, I’d pay much more for your sex.”

YFN groaned and rolled her eyes. “I don’t like-”

“-things feeling one sided and like you’re not contributing?”

She pouted at the knowledge that Lucy had perfectly summed up her thoughts.

Lucy leant forwards and took her by the waist, pulling her onto her. Lucy’s hands went under her shirt, massaging her hips and waist. YFN’s hands found Lucy’s traps and gently traced there, and up the sides of her neck. All of it was so... natural.

“You give me so much already. There’s no keeping tabs here. You’d do the exact same for me.”

YFN knew there was no winning the conversation, also knowing she’d get her back at some stage. Money didn’t mean much to either of them, and even if it did, they were both happy to spend any amount on each other.

YFN’s hands had moved up to the sides of Lucy’s head, tracing the outlines of her ears before letting her hair down for the night, removing her glasses, and weaving her fingers in her hair, gently massaging. Lucy groaned, her eyes rolling back, lips parting as her head automatically tilted back into her fingers. Lucy enjoyed the feel for a while before she adjusted, one hand going to YFN’s lower back, pressing her forward while the other carefully pushed up the front of the shirt she was wearing – Lucy’s shirt – just high enough to expose her breasts to the cool air of the room. She brushed her lips over her nipple, then her tongue, and then it was in her mouth, gently sucked, her tongue getting involved. YFN whimpered, her hands gripping in Lucy’s hair, holding her there. It was one of her favourite things, and the feel of Lucy’s jaw shifting as she sucked was one of the sexiest things to her. Lucy took her time and began kneading her second breast in preparation. She eventually finished with the first, covering it with her shirt so it wasn’t cold and moving onto her other nipple, tongue circling around it teasingly before taking it in her mouth. YFN groaned, her insides getting needy and she had to restrain herself from grinding on her girlfriend.

“God, you’re such a tease.” YFN moaned, a little breathless.

Lucy chuckled with her nipple still in her mouth and sucked a little longer before she let go, pulling her shirt back down and making sure it covered her hips.

“You started it.”

She scoffed and unwillingly dismounted her athlete of a girlfriend, crawling under the covers and patiently waiting until Lucy had lowered the bed and was also under the covers, holding her.

YFN was glad to be leaving the hospital. She was even more glad to be leaving the city, though this had come with a little speed bump as she needed her stitches out in 5 days, and would no longer be in the city. Luckily, she was referred to a doctor in Birmingham who made an appointment for her. Lucy wasn’t entirely happy that she wouldn’t be there and again tried to tell YFN that she could delay her flight. That wasn’t an option for her.

They left the hospital and went straight to Lucy’s London home. Lucy wasn’t more than a metre away from her at all times, incredibly protective and aware of their surroundings. YFN loved this, and was okay with it because it made her feel safe, and Lucy more relaxed knowing she was safe. They packed and left the apartment early, trying to beat the traffic. They didn’t. Normally this would frustrate Lucy but YFN made sure she was well entertained with music, singing, terrible jokes, and being fed all of the snacks she could possibly want. And when all else failed, she even pulled Lucy's hand under her shirt and bra to grab her breast. This worked immediately, of course, the right-back threatening to find an empty parking bay along the way.

They drove straight through Birmingham and kept going on to Manchester. They arrived just after midday and drove straight to Lucy’s house to get settled in. YFN kept her clothes in her suitcase though, knowing they’d be leaving for Birmingham in a day or so. While Lucy unpacked and changed her clothes, YFN wandered the house, getting a feel for it. Her house in London had been similar, very simplistic, modern, neutral colours. It was a mix of concrete greys, white and black, offset by the silver of the kitchen appliances and the sun shining through the skylight. The only trophy to be seen was one from when she was young, with a picture of young Lucy, her mum, dad, brother and baby sister as she held the award proudly. She had a few photos around the house, all of family and a few of Narla. YFN thought she looked cute. Outside was small, a little courtyard of lawn and a small patio, just large enough to entertain her family. She remembered having a discussion with Lucy about where she’d live after she retired, and she’d wanted to stay in Manchester, close to her family, though wanted a house big enough to have a football pitch in the back yard. As she stared outside she felt two arms sliding around her as Lucy hugged her from behind, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Do you like it?”

YFN leant her head against Lucy’s and nodded. “I love it. It feels… like being on the inside of your brain. All neat and tidy, but bright and open.”

Lucy chuckled. “Yeah, this place has been good to me. Wish I had a bigger back yard though.”

YFN smiled because she’d just been thinking that exact same thing. She leant her head back, exposing her neck and Lucy took advantage, her lips caressing and kissing that sensitive skin.

“If you keep doing that, we're going to be tempted to stay in tonight..”

Lucy took those words and teased her harder, nipping at her earlobe and kissing down to her collarbone, her hand creeping up to her breast.

YFN let herself enjoy it until her phone buzzed. She pulled it out and checked. It was an email from the company the girls had been talking about. With her permission, Katie had passed on her email to them at the hospital. Lucy looked over her shoulder and read with her.

“That’s positive… they want your resume and examples of the column you used to write?”

YFN nodded. “And it says the resume is only needed for the reference checks. They also say they’re excited to meet me because they’ve heard quote ‘wonderful and positive comments and recommendations from several players…’”

The girls must have talked her up to the company. She smiled at that, a little blush arising. Lucy noticed and kissed her cheek, YFN feeling that wide grin of hers. She pocketed her phone and turn in her arms, facing her girlfriend.

“I need something..”

“Please tell it’s sex, because I’m all in little one.” She leant down to kiss her and was stopped by YFN’s fingers on her lips.

“Actually, I need your WIFI password for my laptop?” She grinned. “I need to send this off before we leave for your parents.. but it’s nice to know you’re still sexually attracted to me with this hideous black eye and bandage.”

Lucy pulled her hand away from her lips and kissed that ‘hideous black eye’.

“You’re stunning.” She whispered huskily before giving that cheeky look of hers. “So… no sex?”

“I just can’t believe this!” Lucy’s mum, Diane, said, cradling YFN’s face to better look at her black eye. Lucy’s dad, Joaquim, was over Diane’s shoulder, adjusting his glasses and looking equally appalled.

“This… will scar?” He asked with a strong accent, gesturing to her bandage. He was Portugese, making Lucy half English-half Portugese.

YFN nodded.

“How big?”

Lucy was there then, pointing to where the line of stitches under the bandage were, roughly 3 inches long and dissecting the end of her eyebrow. They both winced.

“Do you remember it?” Diane asked.

“I remember most of it.. when the brick hit the window, I can’t remember anything from there on. I can’t remember the impact beyond pain. I can’t even remember Luce finding me. There’s patches in the car where I was in pain because she was holding my head on the way to the hospital, but only patches. I was a bit dazed.”

“She was a bit fuzzy the day after too, a little unsure on her feet. She’s much better now.” Lucy said, giving her a kiss on the shoulder. Lucy being so loving in front of her family made her heart swell.

They settled down to eat dinner, Lucy’s brother Jorge, his wife Charis and their kids arriving just on time. Lucy’s younger sister Sophie and her girlfriend also joined, it being YFN’s first time meeting them.

The Bronze family made her feel at home immediately, they were all so genuine and… odd almost. Like Lucy. But in the best way. At one point they were all sharing embarrassing stories from Lucy’s childhood, her mum bringing out photo albums, much to Lucy’s embarrassment. It was brilliant. YFN’s stomach was sore from laughing so hard. She also realised that they were all quite intelligent, especially Jorge. He and Lucy liked to challenge each other a lot. At one point YFN was helping Diane with the dishes, and was getting a little worried at how loud they were shouting at each other, the last 2 people standing in a card game. Lucy eventually won and made it known very loudly. Diane had laughed and told her it was quite normal when it came to anything competitive in the family.

They all joined in playing several card games, charades, and even answering quiz questions. Lucy refused to be teamed up with anyone other than YFN and dragged her around the room dancing and singing loudly whenever they won something, which was surprisingly often as YFN was so great at the quizzes that the family seemed impressed.

They played a lot with Lucy’s niece and nephew also, Alzira and Freddie.

“You love them a lot, don’t you?” YFN stated.

“They keep me grounded more than anything else in my life. They keep me so incredibly humble also.. when we’re in the stadiums, they’re not even impressed because they think it’s so normal. It really helped me during the World Cup in Australia.” She paused what she was doing, Alzira in between her legs playing with Lego. “I would have really liked to have known you when I was in Australia..”

YFN blushed under Lucy’s gaze, as she helped Freddie with his Lego piece. “I would have really liked to show you my country.”

“We still have a lot of time..”

“You’d want to see it?” YFN's eyes flicked excitedly to Lucy's green comforting ones.

“Of course! It’s your home. I want to see everything about your home that inspired you. Everything you were born and raised around. Anything you’d be excited to show me. And that includes your nan and brother.”

Just when she thought she couldn’t love her any more.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that actually.. I have a group call with my nan and brother tomorrow if you’d like to join? We try to do it every month. They already know about you, of course.”

Lucy grinned wide. “Yeah? I’d love that. Oh I can’t wait to ask for embarrassing stories they have about you, like the ones my family just roasted me with.”

Charis came over then. “Your mum wants some help with the TV? Something about an HDMI cord. I think she’s trying to play old videos of you…"

Lucy groaned and got up, Charis replacing her to sit behind Alzira. She smiled at YFN and they spoke a bit about the Bronze’s and life as a mum.

“Narla!” Freddie said suddenly, looking at Charis and opening and closing his fists.

“You miss Narla?”

The little kid nodded. “Narla!”

“You want to talk to her?”

“Yeah!”

Charis rolled her eyes at YFN who just grinned at the boy’s insistence. “He thinks Narla can answer the phone.” She whispered sneakily as she texted someone and then made a phone call, and suddenly Narla was on the end of the phone. Freddie grabbed the phone, grinning as he looked at the Westie on the other end. This was also the first time YFN had seen the dog as she watched from behind Freddie.

“Ohhh she’s so cute! I can’t wait to meet her!”

At the sound of her voice, the camera moved to a woman she recognised as Lucy’s ex, Keira Walsh.

“Oh!” Keira looked surprised. “Hi, YFN. I’ve heard a lot about you. It's nice to finally meet you!”

YFN wasn’t expecting that at all, and she stumbled over her words before she managed to find something to say. “Oh… Keira! Hey. You’re… you’re back in Spain?”

“Yeah, yeah. Luce is lucky she got to stay in England a bit longer. It's for the best with her knee though and I know the family all missed her too.”

YFN nodded politely, her heart beating a little too fast. She was more than aware that Keira was Lucy’s best friend, and the most important person in her life besides her mum. She’d wanted to make a good impression when she first met her, and looking at herself in the phone, her reflection looked tired, with a big white bandage and hideous black eye. Not exactly the impression she’d wanted to make. And even worse, her thoughts were running more rampant than that. Keira was with Narla. She was basically on speed dial with the Bronze’s. And also.. Keira was in Lucy’s apartment?

#lucy bronze #lucy bronze x reader #jordan nobbs #woso #engwnt #lucy bronze imagine #lionesses #womens football #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso soccer #katie mccabe #kiera walsh

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tulipsforvin · 27 days

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Hi! Can I request a Mycroft Holmes x fem reader? Heavy smut with angst 👉👈

✧ ⚠️: implications of cheating, jealousy, hair pulling kink, degradation kink, oral sex (m!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), marking, handcuffing, possessiveness, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, toxicity, breeding kink, spanking, squirting, mycroft is an asshole—just FILTH.

✧ summary: you and mycroft have an argument, causes you to be petty and flirt around with other men, mycroft gets jealous and fucks you until you're crying.

you'd fucked up. majorly fucked up.

over an argument between the two of you two nights ago, you'd become petty and made perhaps the biggest blunder in your life; clinging onto another man—breasts pressed up against his arm, obvious flirting, teasing caresses, sultry, bedroom glances passed between the other man and you.

the way he practically tracked you down with his immaculate connections reaching out to all and every single part of britain would seem terrifying to anybody else — anybody else but you.

he had eyes everywhere.

which is how you ended up in this situation, on your knees in the dim of the night in his office; almost gagging with how he was pushing your head down the entirety of his long, girthy cock. you gasp for air, making your throat constrict around his cock.

he groans at that; voice rumbly and deep. his intense, dark and almost black eyes stare down at you, watching his length disappear and appear with every back and forth bob of your head.

“that's enough.” mycroft harshly pulls you up by your hair; holding it tight in his grasp. you grunt in pain.

the paperwork on his desk are strewn aside; it was evident he had planned all of this ahead knowing he would be doing this to you. he pushes you down onto his desk, flipping you over so your ass is facing him.

“i didn't realize my wife was such a whore.” his voice is dark besides your ear; causing you to tingle. he's leaning down, chest pressed against your back as his fingers travel south. “so fucking wet,” he whispers.

he pushes your panty to the side with his fingers, lubing his fingers up with your fluids. “you like that, huh? you like being pushed around like a fucking prostitute? such a goddamn slut.”

his middle and ring finger index enter you unannounced and your body jolts up in surprise. “angh—!” you're huffing and panting, fingers digging into the edges of his oak desk. the pace of his fingers are fast, undeniably fast.

“did you let that man do this to you as well?” mycroft's teeth sink into your shoulder and he bites, it's not a gentle, loving bite; it makes you cry out.

he's jealous. it's clear to see on his face; furrowed eyebrows, glaring dark eyes and a tight jaw.

“no—fuuck.” you moan out, feeling his fingers curling up. you were loyal to him, and he knew that, he did; but this mycroft, the current him, was absolutely unreasonable—out of his mind. his mouth leaves hickeys wherever it travels, your neck, your shoulder, the inside of your wrist; everywhere.

the lewd sounds of his fingers smacking into your poor, abused pussy ring around his office. his fingers hit that one spot of yours perfectly, repeatedly.

“wait, mycroft, please! i'm about to-” your mouth falls open into a ragged, animalistic moan when you suddenly hit your high, creaming around his fingers. and he doesn't stop, not even when your nails dig into his arms; drawing blood. he won't let you up, not with his weight pushing you down anyway.

“haah..! mycroft, hnngh..” you're loud, you're screaming. eyes closed, legs trembling, toes curling.

“shut up.” he demands. “fucking shut up.” the dark haired man pulls back, almost ripping the tie off of him. he roughly puts your hands behind your back and uses that very tie of his to tie your hands up.

mycroft's cock lines against your crying pussy and he rubs the tip against your folds, gathering slick, gathering enough lubrication to aid him in pushing his heavy cock inside of you.

“a-ahh!” a sob escapes you at the intrusion, pushing it's way in deep — pushing it's way in hard. mycroft's hands find their positions on your hips and he harshly rams you back and forth against his dick.

his pace is unrelenting and you can only moan out in a mixture of pain and pleasure at his administrations.

“were you moaning for him like this, too? when he was inside you?” he growls, grabbing you by your hair and pulling you back against him to lock your lips together.

“i didn't fuck him—oh!” you whimper when you feel a hand come down on your ass. but he's not really ready to listen.

“you're mine, do you understand?” every time he shifts his hips back right before he slams his cock back in, it hits your cervix just perfectly. over and over, over and over again. and you can't even answer, not with how fast he's fucking you, anyway. you feel knots build up in your stomach and before long, you're cumming around him again; gummy walls clenching down onto him.

mycroft huffs, groaning as you push him to his own orgasm. he shudders when he grabs you by the jaw and turns you around and kisses you roughly, only for you to bite down on his lips enough to break skin and draw blood. “fucking.. bitch...” he grunts in pain.

“i said, do you understand?” he's panting, beads of sweat falling down his forehead. he straightens his back and runs his hand through his dark hair, stray strands sticking to his skin.

“ngh— fuck, yes..!”

but mycroft doesn't stop — not even when he's spurting thick, hot ropes of cum inside of you. “i'm going to.. hngh.. fuck you until i get a baby out of you. until i get you pregnant.” he says. “until the only word on your lips is my name.”

you're almost drooling. “a-aah!” it hurts with how your body is so sensitive right now. every drag of his cock along your wet, sloppy walls makes you whine.

“you're—” thrust “—mine to touch,” thrust “mine to love,” thrust “and mine to ngh.. fuck.”

you're in tears; unsure whether it's due to the pleasure or with how he's treating you. your arms have begin to feel numb with how long it's been tied up behind your back.

“uuhh.. mycroft!” your legs tremble and your knees buckle underneath you. incomprehensible pleads and babbles of his name are the only words that escape your mouth.

this is the strongest orgasm you've felt yet and it's only after mycroft murmurs a quiet, “shit.. look at that. look at you, you're squirting.” when you realize that he's right; you are.

it takes three orgasms from you and two from him for mycroft to finally leave you alone. and then reality finally comes crashing down onto you.

your marriage—can it ever truly be mended again?

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #mycroft holmes smut #mycroft holmes #mycroft holmes x y/n #mycroft holmes x you #mycroft holmes x reader smut #mycroft holmes x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x you #moriarty the patriot x you #Moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

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she-is-ovarit · 1 year

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Listen to sex workers, except for the ones who criticize prostitution and the sex trade and openly describe the trauma caused by their exploitation - they just weren't a right fit for the job.

Listen to the biologists, psychologists, and neurologists, except for the ones who publish credible studies against the idea of brain sex and remark that, actually, a person cannot change their sex - there still exists alternative facts.

Listen to gay and lesbian people, except for the ones who refuse to have sex with trans people, dislike being amorphously referred to as "queer" or find it retraumatizing, and argue that sexual orientation pertains to sex and not gender identity - they're just genital fetishists and sexual predators.

Listen to trans people and gender dysphoric people, except for the ones who don't believe that identifying as something really makes someone something, that sex can't be changed, and that pronoun use determines identity - they have internalized transphobia.

Listen to women, except for the ones who don't believe that "woman" is just a social category and that oppression and discrimination on the axis of biological sex exists - they're just terfs and similar to Nazis.

Listen to intersex people, except for the ones who prefer the term "person with a disorder of sex development", are bothered by dyadic trans people co-opting terminology such as AFAB/AMAB, and speak out against trans surgeries and HRT being done to kids - they're just extremists.

Listen to gender nonconforming people, except for the ones who maintain that their style, nonconforming mannerisms, and/or same-sex attraction does not mean they're not their sex. They're just eggs, they'll turn into trans people soon.

Listen to Latino people, except for the ones who speak out against "Latinx" being coined as a term and a reflection of Euro-American colonialism - they're just traditionalists.

Listen to black people, except for the ones who take issue with "blacklivesmatter" being consistently refocused to "black trans lives matter", consider the argument that female sex-segregated spaces are akin to Jim Crow Laws as racist, and point out that trans murder rates - in which most of these murdered people are people of color - are being used by mostly white trans-identifying male people in arguments for self-serving intentions. They're just transphobic.

Listen to Native people, except for the ones who indicate that "two spirit" doesn't mean what white trans people think it means and worry about Euro-American colonialism further appropriating their culture and language - they're just a minority and are behind the times.

Listen to Jewish people, except the ones who continuously stress that comparing the disagreement with gender ideology to Naziism and genocide is deeply disrespectful, often anti-semitic, and minimizes the experiences of victims of genocide and their families. They're probably not even Jewish.

Listen to Marxists and feminists, except for the ones who point out that female people are treated as a reproductive and sexual resource based upon sex. They're transphobic.

Listen to intersectional feminists, except for the ones who point out that intersectionality that isn't female-focused isn't feminism. They're just terfs.

Don't listen to desisters/detransitioners, except for the ones who maintain the narrative that receiving SRS or HRT did no harm to them or that they're desisting due to 'gender affirming care' working for them. The rest were just cis people in denial of their own gender identity.

#tangent #gender ideology #culture #counter-culture #genderism #gender critical #gender critical feminism

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gatheringbones · 7 months

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[“New Zealand’s approach to sex work stokes fears among anti-prostitution feminists. They often worry that if prostitution were decriminalised, job seekers would be forced into prostitution by job centres or at high-school careers fairs. In reality, no such thing happens. New Zealand job centres do not display sex industry–related job ads, and forcing sex workers to start or stay in sex work – including under the threat of losing out on unemployment benefits – is banned. The Prostitution Reform Act states that ‘A person’s benefit, or entitlement to a benefit, under the Social Security Act 1964 may not be cancelled or affected in any other way by his or her refusal to work, or to continue to work, as a sex worker.’ This is not an unfamiliar system; in the UK, working in a strip club or on a webcam is completely legal, yet jobs in strip clubs or on webcams are not foisted onto job seekers or high-school students. The current legal status of porn and peep-shows does not result in office-job candidates being obliged to provide a lap-dance or naked selfies in a job interview.

Decriminalised prostitution, it is argued, would mean no sex workers could ever be protected from sexism and abuse in the workplace. The national director for the Nordic Model Australia Commission asks, ‘What can police do if sexual harassment is part of your working conditions? You can report rape, but it’s already a form of rape.’ Recognising something as a job in some contexts and sexual harassment in others is something we, as feminists, collectively manage to do all the time. For example, it is already part of some people’s jobs to give massages, but if you do an office job and your boss asks you for a massage, that is harassment. Such an occurrence is not a legitimate argument against allowing people to sell massages. It is striking and painful that these concerns about sexual harassment are so back-to-front. Far from failing to grant such protections to sex workers, decriminalisation is the only measure that can start to make these workplaces protections possible. Far from making the concept legally meaningless, decriminalisation extends protections against workplace sexual harassment to sex workers.

In some ways, the repeated construction of ‘all sex work is rape’ is reminiscent of sexist teenage boys ‘joking’ about whether the sexual assault of a prostitute constitutes rape or ‘theft’: both rely on the idea that, because you sell sex, it is intrinsically absurd to imagine that society might recognise harm to you as a real violation. In fact, in 2014 a sex worker in a brothel in New Zealand took her manager to an employment tribunal for sexual harassment and won her case. Such a ruling would be unimaginable anywhere that sex workers’ workplaces are criminalised. There is no labour law in a criminalised workplace. The tribunal ruling in the case commented, ‘Sex workers are as much entitled to protection from sexual harassment as those working in other occupations … Sex workers have the same human rights as other workers.’”]

molly smith, juno mac, from revolting prostitutes: the fight for sex workers’ rights, 2018

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chaotic-world-of-the-j · 3 months

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✧𝖨𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍

♤pairing : Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

❀tropes : Arranged marriage, strangers to frenemies to lovers, childhood friends and Found family

★genre : Angst, smut, fluff, series.

✹warnings : female reader, Drugs usage, Smut, Pregnancy (not with reader), prostitution, alcohol consumption, abuse, depression and death

✶taglist : Comment or dm

Hyunjin was a mere pawn in the Game set by his own parents. His parents - common nobles in The empire of Obelia. His parents - cruel, opportunistic and selfish. At age 12, when his brother and sister were born. His parents decided to abandon him. Too troubled by the though of having to spend Millions on their three kids. Lost, alone and frightened, on his 13th birthday, he was adopted by a brothel. The owner of a brothel. A kind hearted woman, Yoona, who decided that It would be best for Hyunjin to not be involved in a proffesion like Prostitution. Hyunjin was cooped up in his little House for as long as he remembers. Rarely he would go out to Observe nature and make friends. Even when Yoona tried to get him outside. After Yoona's death. He Wandered into the Brothel. Curious and filled with questions.

That's when he met you.

The crown princess. A lady forced to disguise as her brother. All because of her parents. When her brother, overwhelmed by the responsibilities of the Crown prince, ran away, it was upto you to save your own brother's reputation, even if it meant to taint yours. Your parents, believing your little act, on your 23rd birthday, decided to send you to a brothel. Swarmed by women, you had no interest in, your gaze traveled to Him. He, who was standing, uninterested, leaned up against the wall. 'That lady will do, just fine.'

You thought. Unaware of the fact that this 'lady' was a man.

"Long live the sun and star of Obelia!" The old Man at the Door of the Brothel exclaimed. His grey hair slicked back, black glasses perched upon his nose. His voice was gruff but he had a warm smile on his face.

The King's strict glare shut him off.

The man, opened the large gate.

The moment he did, your gaze was met with atleast 20 women. The King, put a hand on your back and led you forward.

Women, came rushing in. Excited looks on their faces. Their outfits were rather.....revealing.

The king leaned down to your height and whispered.

"Choose wisely."

Not interested in any way. Your eyes travels to the 'lady', dressed up in a white shirt and pant, leaned up against the wall. Inspecting her nails. Her beauty was a bit masculine. But she was oddly ethereal.

You pointed your finger to her. Gasps were heard. You look at your father, rather puzzled at the reactions from the women in the Brothel.

The king's burning eyes glared at the crowd. "Did you not hear him? Are you perhaps deaf? Get that woman ready for My son."

"But-your majesty!"

"Do. I. Have. To. Repeat. Myself?"

The woman flinched, She stared at the 'lady' in the corner. Who remained unaware of the unfolding argument about her

"No, your majesty."

The 'lady' in the corner was dragged away from the room.

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dykeiism · 8 months

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why are radfems against sex work?

i'd like to make a post to summarize my views on pornography, prositution, and other forms of sex work. it will be useful for me to have it all in one place, and i'll continue to update it as i learn more about the topic. i've broken down my arguments into three categories: demand, consent, and intimacy. there's a lot of overlap between the categories, but i still find it helpful to have it organized in this manner. ↶ೃ✧˚demand. ❃ ↷ ˊ- sex work creates a demand that will be fulfilled with sex trafficking.

let's imagine the best-case scenario: a woman doing sex work because she wants to. she genuinely enjoys this type of work, and her clients treat her well. this is understood by some to be "ethical sex work."

as a business, sex work must actively encourage the demand for sex work to keep increasing. porn industries want to create porn addicts. they want to create a pornsick society. that’s how businesses survive. it's horribly optimistic to imagine that every person who wants to use pornography or prostitutes will do so ethically (assuming that ethical sex work is possible). but let's imagine for a moment that ethical sex work exists, and that everyone who wants to consume sex work does so ethically. would there ever be enough women who are willingly going into sex work to satisfy this demand? as long as there is a demand, there will be sex trafficking to meet that demand. the “ethical” sex worker is a very very small minority of sex workers who throws every other sex worker and prostituted woman/girl under the bus for her own gain.

sex workers need men to use porn and prostitutes, and they will encourage men to do so. is this good for feminism? do you think these are good men? do you think these men respect the women in their lives? do they have healthy sexual relationships, or are they sexually reliant on static fantasies created by strangers who they have no personal connection or intimacy with?

↶ೃ✧˚consent. ❃ ↷ ˊ- consent can't be bought. consent can’t be bought--in fact, the mainstream conception of "consent" isn't one that respects women's sexual desires. it's a copout that allows men to do whatever they want to women, as long as the woman agrees to having it done to her. sex is something you do with someone, not to them. so many women (including myself) have uncritically consented to sexual activities in the heat of the moment because our minds were clouded by confusion, surprise, or anxiety, and we didn't feel like we could take a moment to think things through. think of it from the perspective of someone who uses a prostitute, in the best case scenario (in which the woman is pursuing prostitution of her own volition and not out of necessity): you found a woman who you're sexually interested in, but she isn't interested in you. instead of offering her a worthwhile sexual experience, you use your money to blow past her disinterest and buy her consent. you then begin to touch and penetrate a woman who wouldn't be interested in you if not for the money you offered her. you see no problem with this. since you are paying this woman, she is providing you a service. you have a one-sided sexual encounter where you use someone else's body to fulfill your own desires. think about the men who do this, and the men who consume pornography. how do you think they view sexuality? how do you think they treat their own sexual partners, after consuming so many static sexual fantasies that are devoid of any personal intimacy? ↶*ೃ✧˚intimacy. ❃ ↷ ˊ- i've decided to put "intimacy" at the end, because it is the most subjective of the three. upon reading this, it may become quite clear that these views are influenced by my personal experiences with sex work, sexual trauma, and christianity.

if you’re sex positive, you’ll be against porn. porn misrepresents sexuality by completely divorcing sexual pleasure from love, intimacy, and vulnerability. witnessing such intimate imagery of total strangers will inevitably mess up the way you approach your own sexuality, and the way you interact with sexual partners. porn puts a price on sexuality and makes it into something that can be bought and sold. porn consumption encourages hookup culture

#cross posted on dreamwidth #radfem #radical feminism #anti pornography #anti sex work #anti sex industry #anti sex trade #feminism #womens rights #patriarchy #male violence #women's liberation #womens liberation #equality #equal rights #rad fem #radblr #radfems please interact

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fandom-puff · 3 months

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Ooo! Game of Thrones smut promt #10 "think I like you better on your knees" for Petyr Baelish. Please and thank you!

Thank you for this req! I haven’t written Baelish in a while, so I hope you enjoy :))

Virtue

Pairing: Petyr Baelish x fem!reader

Warnings: marital argument, reference to locker-room type banter, a spank, degradation, reference to prostitution, brief fingering

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You glared across the room at the Master of Coin, your body thrumming with absolute fury.

“Call me a whore again, Baelish, and you and Varys will have something in common,” you hissed.

But Baelish only continued to smirk, your threat of castration flying over his head. “My Lady,” he said smoothly, walking around to your side of the bed, his arms opening as though he expected you to swoon and fall into them. Many moons ago, you would have, and gladly. You would have simpered about how clever he was, how glad you were to call yourself Lady Baelish. But for now, your eyes flashed with rage and you stood stock still, stubbornly refusing to go to him. “It was a joke, nothing more,” he said gently.

You scoffed. “A joke?” You said sharply, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes. You had overheard Baelish making bawdy remarks about your intimate life with Tyrion Lannister and Varys. “Dishonouring one’s wife, Baelish, is not a joke,”

At this, Baelish laughed at you. You huffed and rolled your eyes. “It is dishonouring to praise my lady wife?” He questioned, stepping closer, his smirk growing when you did not move to step away from him and his smooth talking.

“I-it… it calls into question my virtue,” you stammered, practically melting under his gaze as he stared you down. “Especially when I am compared to the… women you employ,”

Petyr cupped your cheek, his thumb swiping over your cheekbone. “Oh, sweetling,” he cooed, before his hand wound around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanked you close. He leant down, murmuring in your ear. “Even before I sullied your maidenhead, you were better than any of the whores in my employ,”

As his breath skittered over the shell of your ear you whimpered, your hands planting against his chest.

“There,” he said, whisper quiet. “Much better, wife,” his teeth grazed against your pulse point as he began to tug at your skirts, reaching between your thighs to your sopping heat. “As you should be… pliant and ready for your husband’s cock, eager to be his whore,” you groaned as he withdrew his hand and pulled away from you. “Look at you,” he said, an edge of condescension prickling his voice. “Panting and wet, just begging to be fucked, virtue be damned,” his tongue darted out to lick his lips. “Undress and get on the bed, sweetling, I so love to see you spread out for me,”

He admired your figure as you stripped, unable to resist a sharp smack to your arse that had you gasping. “Although I must admit,” he mused aloud, undressing torturously slowly in comparison to your quick stripping. “I much prefer the sight of you on your knees…”

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 months

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Remember when Takeomi forced Senju to get Brahman involved in prostitution ring.

I never understood why she didn’t use the argument, “I’m a woman, of course I don’t want, you creepy weirdo!”

That’s what I would have said lol

I don’t hate Takeomi but I do think he’s greedy and I don’t like how he’ll do anything for money.

Unfortunately I'm pretty sure Senju agreed because she thought that's what she had to do to get a bigger/ more powerful gang go beat Mikey. She clearly says that she's against it but feels like she has to agree for the sake of the gang.

I think Takeomi bringing up Mikey here, comparing Senju to him as well as basically saying Senju is a child for getting angry about it, is really what convinces Senju to drop it though. She trusts Takeomi's judgement here and doesn't want to be seen as a child or as being less then Mikey. Takeomi's words also tell us that he may not agree with it either but that he's learnt to put his emotions aside in order to do business. It really shows what kind of person he is at this point.

#it really is an interesting bit of conversation that tells us a lot about their character's #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #senju kawaragi #takeomi akashi #tokyo revengers spoilers

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yuri-for-businesswomen · 2 months

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i think it is very telling that the best documented case of women buying sex from men are white western women going on vacation in west african countries such as gambia to prey on impoverished and usually younger black men. it highlights that prostitution - any prostitution - is an exertion of power from a more privileged group against a less privileged group. that prostitution is a system that profits from and reinforces oppression and inequality. here, the axis of oppression is not sex, but race. its a symptom of neocolonialism, like most sex tourism.

nonetheless i always have to laugh when the articles, documentaries and research desperately try to act like female and male sex buyers are exactly the same - usually the argument hinges on the fact that the motivation is the same, companionship and sexual gratification. but male sex buyers are motivated by so much more: fetish, sadism, violence, domination. this does not tend to be the case with women. also, unwanted penetration is a different level of violence, having something inserted in you. female sex buyers dont request painful acts such as deepthroat or anal. there are no brothels full with men, the men dont have pimps, and usually in the case of female sex tourists, the arrangement is loose: companionship and sex with no fixed payment but pleasantries, gifts and such. additionally, women dont tend to be able to physically overpower men, or get off on enacting violence like hitting and choking. men who prostitute themselves for women are also less stigmatised than those who do so for men, or prostituted women. and more men sell themselves to other men than to women. and: women who buy sex tend to be single, while the relationship status of a man is no indicator of likelihood to buy sex.

female sex buyers highlight that besides sex, economic class and race determine who is prostituted and who buys sex. that prostitution is an issue of intersectional inequality. and that misogyny is still the key motor of prostitution: male sex buyers are any age, any class, any race, because any man can be a misogynist. but women only become sex buyers under specific conditions; for example motivated by racist fetishisation. another key factor here is gender. buying sex is considered masculine, but women buying sex break with gender norms. consider also the orgasm gap: most women are not satisfied by their male sexual partners. hypothetically it would make more sense for women to be the majority of sex buyers to enforce sexual satisfaction they lack in consensual sexual relationships. yet privileged women who lack sexual satisfaction are more likely to prostitute or otherwise objectify themselves than buying sex.

any form of female-on-male prostitution has its male-on-female (and sometimes male-on-male) equivalent that is more violent and more common. meanwhile many forms of prostitution dont have a female-on-male version, for example prostitution in brothels. men prostituting themselves for women are at a lot less risk for physical violence and abuse or being trafficked. there is even a phenomenon of heterosexual men having to prostitute themselves for men because there is just not enough demand from women. and female-on-female prostitition is almost unheard of, if anything this occurs in a male-female-female constellation. there are no gangbang parties with one or two men and groups of women.

people are so obsessed with pretending like women as consumers in the sex industry - whether that be as sex buyers, porn watchers or stripshow enjoyers - are just the same as men when there are clear differences. gender relations are always relevant in a patriarchal system and reversed roles dont produce the same outcomes.

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mlmshipbracket · 5 months

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ROUND 1: POLL #2

ROUND 1 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Astarion Ancunín/Wyll Ravengard:

Wyll and Astarion play out as a story of parallels and contrasts.

Juno Steele x Peter Nureyev:

[SPOILER] They're actually insane the had crazy gay sex the second episode and spent the rest of the currently five seasons recovering. They were divorced and then they got married and then they got divorced again and nureyev is trying SO hard to stay divorced but Juno WILL NOT ALLOW IT [END SPOILER] it's all spoilers for everything past the second episode basically

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