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#girls and women are too often made to feel like shit because of their bodies
m-ayo-o · 3 months
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Can u do their hard limits for the nsfw🙏🏽 and love ur works🖤
ooh dear xx
jjk men : their hard limits in bed
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includes many kinks mentioned or explicitly described !! EXPLICIT 18+ CONTENT
toji ⋆ kento ⋆ satoru ⋆ suguru x sub/switch afab reader
[tw: anal, threesomes, explicit knife play, gun play, pegging, predator prey, explicit cnc, gag, period sex mention, safe word use, explicit somnophilia, breath play mention, pet play, collaring, blindfold, bondage, choking, public toy use, degradation kink, slapping, spit kink, praise, humiliation, tail butt plug use]
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Toji
He's filthy. Anything goes with this man. You think of the kinkiest shit you've ever heard? He's done it. Nothing will surprise him. When he was younger, in his twenties, he found himself getting totally obsessed with anal until getting in a girls' cute ass was all he could think of.
He soon found his love for pretty hard kinks- especially when women asked for it. He leaned into that roguish demeanour of his very heavily, and found so many girls who loved it. So much so that he nearly had to give Shiu a bigger cut of his pay just to deal with all the redirected booty calls. But they just ended up sharing a lot of the time anyway. They rarely shared meals and, in fact, their free time was often their own. But when it came to getting laid, especially with girls like you, they couldn't say no.
And later, with his extensive collection of weapons only growing, it only felt natural for him to tease his sweet love with them. When you went all wide eyed and gasped like that, grabbing at his thick and muscular wrist with a long, sharp blade pressed at your throat? His dick got fucking hard and he entered a whole new level of extreme kinks. Next up was his gun; a semi-automatic pistol that he'd use on his targets, then bring home and use to lift up your skirt. Again, it was your beautiful, fearful reaction that made him do it... he couldn't help but slide it between your legs and fuck you with it.
However, something that got his stomach churning in the worst way possible... was your bright idea to peg him. I mean, he said he was up for anything, and he has played around with anal stimulation. Sure, it was fun, but having his sweet girl strap a cock to her body and fuck him with it? It sent a shiver down his spine. He'd still fucking try it though.
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Kento
His limit is tough to define. It's the moment that you ask him to do it harder and he does- it's when you tell him to get rough with you and he watches you struggle under him. It's more like an underlying discomfort than a limit. But because he is a patient and mature man, he will talk to you about it and you are given yet another opportunity to fall more in love with him.
The issue is more complex than 'i don't want to hurt you' - because he loves spanking you, he loves tweaking your pretty nipples till they're all sensitive and swollen, and he adores getting his hands on your body; grabbing you, squeezing you. And realistically, he wants to make you happy... he wants to make you feel good. But there's just something so deep in his psyche that tells him 'Kento, you could lose yourself' and he's petrified that one day he's going to take it too far.
For this reason, after your lengthy discussions on the subject, you have agreed that your husband will keep up the rough play as long as he feels comfortable, and that he is not going to engage in breath play anymore. He said his piece, set the boundary and, although you love his big hands around your throat, you understand why it scares him and you respect him wholeheartedly. You finish off this deep conversation with an even deeper love making session- this time keeping it slow and sensual.
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Satoru
Consent. Consent and blood.
This man does not need any more blood on his hands. So, unless you're begging him to impregnate you, he may be quite averse to period sex.
He will play around with consent- but like any loving and respectful partner he will need a play by play of what you want him to do to you. He needs to know exactly what's off the cards... and what's on. Especially with his powers thrown into the mix- although he has them fine tuned, it still adds an extra element of danger (which you seem to like very much).
So he will play along with your sick little games of hide and seek that end with him teleporting right behind you and covering your mouth with his hand, with your excited giggles soon turning into screams. He honestly never knew playing with this boundary was so attractive, but when you look up at him with glossy, wet eyes telling him 'Satoru 's too much' or 'n-no I can't take it, wait, please-' it gets his dick so fucking hard it almost hurts. But none of that would be possible without your safe word- or sign if you're gagged (which is rare because he loves hearing your pretty voice even if all you can get out are soft whimpers of how big he feels inside you and that you want him to cum). He's used it a couple of times, and so have you.
But you're learning your limits and coming to understand each other very well, so much so that your use of the word is dwindling because he knows when something is actually too much and when you're just saying it. From the little movements in your body, those microexpressions; he sees every detail. He can feel it all.
And now he's started to enjoy this, you wanted to take it a step further. You were desperate to have him fuck you in your sleep. After you expressly asked him to wake you up with oral one time, he really wanted to try it. And it was so fucking hot he asked you to do the same for him- it's not like he never thought about it before. Waking up to a good dick sucking is any man's dream. But that you'd want to do it? God, he feels so lucky when he wakes up with his cock in your mouth. And the final step, when you fell asleep naked from your previous night's escapades after begging him to do it all again in the morning, he finally got his dick inside you. You were sleeping on your side, facing away from him, and he just edged up and started slowly fucking you open. It took much longer than usual and added to his arousal- he was trying to be patient so as not to wake you. And it worked. When he finally stuffed you full and started moving you woke up and the first noise you made was the most sensual fucking horny moan he's ever heard and he gets addicted.
But if there's ever any feeling in his gut that you're not enjoying what he's doing to you and that you actually want to stop... he will. Even if it's just a doubtful nag in the back of his head- a couple of times he has completely edged you because of the thought. But with your enthusiastic consent (impatient begging) he continues to get you off in whichever way you want.
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Suguru
Now your lovely boyfriend Suguru is a real sweetheart. You can tell he'd do absolutely anything for you. Of course, he won't be taken advantage of, he's a smart man. But in the bedroom, if it's for your pleasure, he's in. And that includes your fantasies of having him collared and strapped up to the bed. He'll let you blindfold him, gag him, he likes it when you choke him- especially when he's about to cum, it makes the experience all the more dizzying. He's very open to anal play- he loves it when you use toys on him, vibrators, dildos, love eggs... even in public. But he is not your submissive and he likes to remind you of that, especially with the strength he holds in that muscular body of his. He loves restraining you and overpowering you, especially when you're getting a little too cocky and comfortable on top. He likes to slap your pussy as much as your face and he will spit on your tongue if you beg him for it. He loves being mean and crude to his girl, then suddenly switching to be the softest gentleman you've ever met.
However, with your fantasies getting a little out of control- with buying him a new collar, a lead, the cutest outfits to wear (his slight embarrassment added another level for you)- he became uncomfortable with one certain request. And yes, he'll admit he's been playing along- it's been very enjoyable and stimulating for him- the pleasure has been overwhelming at times. But with your new toy... a certain butt plug with a black fluffy tail attached... he wrinkles up his nose and turns you down. You took it too far. But, the idea comes to him that if you like it so much, why don't you use it? And soon enough he's got you on your knees licking cream off his boots with a collar round your neck and a tail up your ass. You didn't know it vibrated.
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umeoniii · 1 year
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aot women during sex
pt 1: mikasa, hange, annie
!: fem bodied reader, hange uses she/her and is afab, cannabis in annie’s.
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mikasa: mika is definitely a sub. there's only few times where you'd see her otherwise. she's vocal but not super during sex. only allowing little hiccups and whimpers to escape her lips. she's also a crier, not like sobs but like tears streaming down her cheeks typa cry. she likes to have sex whenever you do, she doesn't really ask for it often bcs she gets nervous. you assure her that you like it when she's clear about what she wants, she still never asks either way. she likes to scissor or just eat you out vise versa. she tries to give but it doesn't always work out, she doesn't like always receiving so she suggests 69 a lot, so the both of you will experience pleasure.
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you came home after a long days work of running errands, to be greeted with your girlfriend lying on the couch. she sat with her head buried into her hands. you put down your bags and come and sit yourself next to her "mika, baby what's wrong?" you pull up her chin. her glossy eyes look up.
“i tried something new today, didn't go so well." she said softly. you pulled her closer.
"what'd your try today 'hun?"
she buried her face back into her hands in an embarrassed manner.
you had no clue what she could've done that made her like this, mostly everything did but like she was so flustered it had to be something more.
“i said what'd you do today baby?"
she picked her head up with a small smile on her face, she cupped her hands and whispered to you.
"mhm, the other day, i was shoppin' online and i had saw somthin that caught my eye." she paused
“i know you're always busy n' stuff but i cant help that i have feelings too, so i bought it, but things just aren't the same." she said teary eyed.
"what are you tryna say, mikasa?" as you looked at her you couldn't help but notice how genuinely ashamed she looked. you already assumed what she was gonna sputter out, but you wanted her to say it for herself, she was a big girl after all, she can use her words.
"i bought a vibe n' a dildo." she said looking at her red fuzzy socks.
you weren't surprised she indulged in something like that, you actually had thought about it deeper, what she'd look like stuffin' her dildo into her pussy, whining trying not to let out anything louder than a small cry.
you looked back at her.
"so mikasa you masturbated, why are you all sad n' shit?"
she looks over at you shaky.
"because.."
"because what?"
“i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator." she said softly
"then why'd you buy it?"
you knew that's not at all what she meant, you were fucking with her. you wanted her to voice what she had actually wanted.
"no no i meant i didn't want the dildo or the vibrator cause..”
you turn your head towards you and mikasa’s calico cat, bunnie, rubbing against your leg. you rub his head with a soft smile.
"cause i want you to do it, not plastic or silicone, or whatever it's fuckin' made of." she mumbles
thats all you needed to hear.
"c’mere" you beckon her to sit on your lap, she sits herself down.
you look at her, your hands leading to her plush ass. you lean in to kiss your girlfriend. your lips sinking into eachother, pink tongues swirling around eachothers mouths. you work your hands up her shirt fondling her tits.
and squeezing her nipples until they're rock hard. you stop the kiss and look at her.
mikasa has always been such a cutie. her short black hair, silver eyes, and an ass that anyone couldnt help but stare at. though she was so tough and scary at times, she was still so scared to even ask her girlfriend to have sex.
"how'd it feel?" you ask her.
“it was okay, i like it better when you do it though."
she pulls off her cashmere sweater, the one her parents got her for christmas. how would they feel if they knew how quickly she was to take it off at a time like this? you notice she wasn't even wearing her bra under it, or panties. she was quick to pull off your shirt, and jeans. you helped by unclamping your bra and taking off your underwear. she pulled off your bra and threw it across the living room.
leaving the two of you in nothing but the matching necklace you two had bought for eachother on your anniversary.
as mikasa still sat on your lap you felt her wet pussy rubbing against your leg. she couldn't even help herself anymore as she rocked her hips and rode your knee. her slick wetting your thigh. her soft whines were like a never ending symphony, something you would never get tired of.
you picked your girlfriend up and lied her on her back, putting your head in between her legs, looking at her puffy clit and glimmering pussy. you start licking at her lips before she stops you.
"you know you don't always hafta’ do all the work.” she says softly
you hover your dripping cunt over hers and put her leg over your shoulders. you and her make eye contact for a second before she gives you a quick nod.
you start rolling your hips, your puffy clit and hers making continuous contact. the only sound in the room are those of mikasa's cries.
she starts grabbing at her breasts trying hard not to get louder than she wants to.
" 's okay baby, you can be louder." you assure her rubbing her flushed cheeks.
just as your wet bud bumped against hers you heard her sniffling, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whines.
"y/n oh my god." she gasps gripping the arm of the couch.
cream coated both your pussies as you continue grinding on your lover. you tried to stifle a moan as your girlfriend grabbed hold of your breasts. twisting and pinching your nipples.
as you hover over mika your necklace dangles over her head, casting a sun shaped shadow over her breasts.
you continue riding your girlfriend until you feel the sensation you get before your about to cum. so good it reminds you of what it feels like to finally sneeze after losing it many times.
"mika 'm bout to cum." you say softly looking at your raven haired girlfriend.
she moves a strand of her hair stuck to her hair from sweat. you continue rocking your hips as you feel your climax fall onto you. covering your mouth with one hand as you let out a quiet yelp.
your girlfriend continues to ride as your body trembles from overstimulation. as you look down on your girlfriend, vison blurry you watch as her breast bounced up and down. you admire your girlfriend as she cums.
gripping the couch, eyes tightly shut, mouth agape gasping for air. god, mikasa's adorable.
she covers her eyes with her arm.
whispering to herself
“the vibrator got me no where, that's why it didn't go well."
hange: mi favorita, love her. hmmmm. hange is a soft dom, not aggressive. everyone says this and i agree: she's up to trying new things. hange's the opposite of mikasa and is very vocal, a little too vocal. she moans, groans, whimpers, whines all of it. she grips things too. she's lowkey really aggressive twoards herself during sex. she loves giving, more than receiving. she literally doesn't care about positions. what she likes to do is eat her s/o out. it's the reason she lives and breathes. she likes it way more than grinding against her lover.
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“fuck han, keep goin!" you moan pulling at your girlfriends hair. you were sitting on the sink of levi's bathroom. he would've been pissed if he knew why you and hange suddenly intruded his blabbing about vacation to use his bathroom.
so while hange was eating you out, the others all sat downstairs hopefully worrying about the vacation and not the long time you and hange were in the bathroom.
she pushed her glasses up to where they sat in her hair and pushed her index and middle fingers in you. causing you to almost scream. as soon as she heard that she got up and pulled you into a long steamy kiss in hopes you'd shut up. putting you into a trance. she continued fingering you, your cum and juices staining your skirt and the counter.
"mm, bouta' cum." you break the kiss. she kisses you cheek, then works her way down to your neck sucking on your sweet spot. you close your thighs and squeeze her arm.
"stop, they're gonna see it."
she looks at you with an irritated face.
"say a spider bit you." she continues
"he's not gonna believe that, he would never in a million years have a spider in his home." you whine.
she slaps your thigh.
"shut up."
cum soaks hange's fingers as you reach your climax, clenching around her fingers and rolling your eyes back. you set your head back onto the mirror behind you.
"all that whining and complainin' made me oh so aroused. say you'll help me out wouldia?" she smirks
"but we've been in here long enough!" you whisper scream
“i don't care, you did nothing but complain the whole time, if you don't wanna do something for me, then i'll just make sure they all see what we were really doing." she says with a straight face
did she really have no shame? you were scared coming in here because you already knew what she was going to do.
"fine.” you say in defeat sighing.
she sits on the sink as you get on your knees and pull down her pants and underwear.
her cunt glinted and dripped. she grabbed your head and forced you to start licking. it didn't take much to make her cum, especially considering what type timing you guys were on, that was already enough to fully arouse her.
you sucked on her hardened clit, and forced your two fingers in between her puffy folds.
"fuck, you're so good to me y/n.” she says looking down at you. you look up to meet the twinkle in her eyes as she said that.
you lick at her clit like a hungry puppy, rubbing your thumb on her tummy.
you rub her rigid g-spot more causing her to squirt all over your fingers, the mess getting all over levi's freshly mopped floors. she closes her legs and let out a shaky sigh.
you look up at her in horror, afraid of the mess you guys made in his bathroom.
"i told you it would be quick." she winked putting her glasses back on.
"what about the mess" you say scared, thinking of the possible consequences.
"we'll clean it, and let's just tell him it took long because we were snooping around upstairs and found something funny, k?" she says panting, staring at the ceiling.
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annie: annie is soft dom as well. she likes scissoring A LOT. as well as 69. she also likes when her s/o sits on her face. (i want annie so bad). she's a little vocal sometimes sayin "fuck" quietly but that's really it, it doesn't mean she's not enjoying it though. she cares about both her and her s/o's pleasure she likes giving though. she's the type to have sex high asf tbh with nothing but u on her mind.
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after a long week, there's nothing like staying at your friend annie's house and getting high. it's one of the only things you look forward to anymore. she opens the door for you beckoning you to come to her room and sit on the bed.
you sit on her comfortable black sheets and pull out your roller and paper, rolling the blunt. lighting it then placing it in between your lips you inhale then exhale. the citrusy taste coating your throat and taste buds.
after a few more puffs you already feel like you're on cloud nine. you look over at your friend who was eating a whole strawberry shortcake. you let out a quiet snort.
"why do you have a whole cake?" you look at her.
"don't know, i've been craving cake for a while, so i picked one up earlier" you laugh, getting comfortable in her bed.
you look up to see her offering you a fork so you can both chow down on it. she licks the frosting off her fork.
“i bet you taste sweeter.” she whispers rubbing your thighs, looking up, earl sweatshirt playing in the backround.
you look over at her, snatching the blunt from her, straddling her lap.
she looks up at you with a lazy smirk.
she slides her hands under your shirt still maintaining eye contact.
she cups your breasts under your shirt.
you bite your lips trying to stifle your moan.
she gets closer to your face, lips parted and meets your lips with a steamy kiss. the taste of cannabis lingering in the kiss. she squeezes your breasts even harder. you let out a breathy moan into the kiss.
she lies her head back onto the head board with you still on her lap, "want you on my face.” she whispers looking at the ceiling gripping your hips.
you push her down to where she's laying on her back then she pulls your shorts and panties off hungrily.
you hover your wet pussy over her mouth, she grabs your thighs and pulls you down on her face. you ride her face and nose as she laps at your cunt.
as you ride her face you move your hands down to her sweatpants, sliding your hands down her underwear. fingering her soaked pussy.
she moans into your cunt, her nails digging into your thighs.
you move your fingers up, rubbing at her hard clit, she closes her legs softly and starts shoving her tongue into your hole.
"annie feels... good." you moan, ruffling her hair.
she looks up at you her eyes red, still the blue stands out.
saliva running down the side of her cheeks and neck. her nose and your puffy clit creating friction.
"fuck, y/n”, she groans into your pussy
your thighs squeeze her head from the sudden vibrations it created throughout you.
as you slipped your fingers back into her you felt her clench around you, then you felt your finger get warmer and wetter. you look down at annie seeing her eyes shut tight.
you put the blunt back in your mouth in hopes to keep quiet, you didn't want her neighbors to complain, she continues eating you out.
it reminded you of the cake, how aggressively and fast she ate it, you felt she did it to provoke you, she got what she wanted.
you knock the blunt and put it in the crystal ashtray on her night table, as you cum all over annie's face. whimpering her name softly.
she slurps and licks up every last bit of it as she squeezes you thighs. she moves her head back to where her mouth is free.
" 's was sweeter than the cake." she whispers looking towards the cake
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a/n: i have revised and deleted this over and over bcs tumblr was messin my stuff up, but i hope u guys enjoy, also hange’s is mad short bcs my blog basically belongs to her ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ ) . also requests are open!!
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jaeedraszaerysz · 8 months
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JON SNOW ☆ DATING HCS
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SFW 💕💕
It would probably take him a while to trust you if you hadn't known him very long.
If you grew up with or close to the Starks he tried to befriend you before Robb did
He would always be scared that he would steal your heart away
You would spend hours mocking the men and women of the courts
When Robert Baratheon came to visit you both sat outside taking the piss out of all the Lords and ladies and any twat who dared speak low of either of you.
Tyrion Lannister defos assumed u were a couple and when you told him otherwise, he just shook his head.
Catelyn would probably despise you for being so close to him.
Ned would love you though, thanking the gods silently that the boy had someone by his side.
He would probably have kissed you before he left for the nights watch and spent his nights wondering whether leaving you was worth it all.
When you eventually found your way back to him it was rather chaotic.
You were probably interrogated by tormund on arrival
Atleast until Jon saw you, never forgetting your face.
You probably punched him square in the face and then proceeded to have a huge, westeros equivalent of Oscar worthy, makeput session infront of everyone.
Ghost, when not growling at random twats, would act like a second protector when Jon wasn't by your side.
Arya either loves you or hates you
Sansa is, just like her father was, happy Jon has someone.
Bran doesn't care. He's too busy wheeling around doing seven eyes Sparrow shit or whatever he called it.
You and Davos defos spend ages tryna talk some sense into him.
He always seems to be holding you in some way
Whether it be your arm, hand, waist. He would probably play with your hands or you hair often.
Is always bloody staring
Like never stops
His eyes are for you and only you
Takes. You. Everywhere.
Like no debates. He goes, you follow. Or vice versa.
He took you with him to meet with ramsay and if he made any comment whatsoever it was straight up a routine by now.
Death stare, holds onto you twelve times tighter, kills the offender within 24 hours.
Loves it when you fall asleep on him because he's happy you feel safe with him.
Head kisses.
Need I say more?
Everywhere anytime.
Head. Fucking. Kisses.
Walking past. Head kiss.
Sat next to him at dinner. Head kiss.
In an extremely serious situation requiring your full attention. Head kiss.
Dying. Head kiss.
It's like his fucking bread and butter.
When you first met daenerys it was bad vibes.
Like very bad.
No clue why she just doesn't sit right with you.
Either grows to love you or ends up hating you with a passion.
No in-between.
He dreams of having a normal life.
He would want three kids, two boys and girl so they could protect their sister.
Maybe another direwolf or four. One for each and one for you.
Can't sleep when you aren't next to him.
Teaches you to sword fight extremely early on in your relationship.
If you were ill or pregnant he would never leave your side.
Never ever ever never.
He's convinced that you could have a hundred children and you would still be the person he loves most in the world.
Would do anything for you.
Minors DNI below this line.
NSFW ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 (implied female reader)
Worships you like no one else
Touching you always.
Passes it off for his hand on your back but in reality he's secretly caressing your ass, or will have his arms under your cloak, passing it off as a hug, and will gently squeeze your boobs.
Neck kisses.
His favourite thing in the world.
Loves to leave marks on you wherever he can.
Has definitely kissed every inch of your body
Gives no fucks about scars or hair or anything of the sort.
Boobs.
Lives laughs loves your boobs.
Will lay with his face buried in them at any time.
Minor inconvenience? Someone was being a twat? He's tired?
Boob pillow.
Will eat you out for hours.
Insatiable.
You have any problems at all? Sit on his face.
If he's had a bad day he will legit just stuff his face between your thighs.
His fave place.
Says that if you suffocated him it would be an amazing way to go.
Probably prefers giving but he will never say no to receiving.
His dick is probs like 6-7 inches.
Takes tormunds advice very seriously.
Loves to see how many fingers you can take before he stuffs you.
Will go for as many rounds as you need.
Always a gentleman, making sure your comfortable and that your satisfied.
Cockwarming he loves.
Cuddles afterwards.
He will slide out of you and pull you onto on him, pulling the blankets up and wrapping his body around yours.
Calls you love but with his gorgeous deep voice.
Has a sexy asf morning voice.
He's so whipped for you he can't function somedays.
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auras-moonstone · 6 months
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Hello! May I request an Ethan x reader, Hogwarts AU? The details don't really matter, but I just thought it'd be a cool idea. You're seriously my go-to acc when it comes to anything Ethan/Jack related, so I couldn't think of anyone better to request this to <3
hii, oh my god you don’t even know how excited i was while writing this! i’ve been wanting to write about hogwarts so i’m really glad you requested this! thank you so so much, i hope you enjoy it! 🤍
let the games begin — ethan landry
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word count: 2,973
pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x hufflepuff!fem!reader
summary: when y/n, captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team, hears ethan, slytherin’s team captain, underestimating her team’s ability, they make a bet.
author’s note: i made the reader a hufflepuff bc that’s my house, not gonna lie.
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WHEN Y/N RECEIVED THE LETTER FROM HER HEAD OF HOUSE informing she had been chosen to be Hufflepuff’s team Quidditch captain, she was absolutely appalled. Girls, sadly and unfairly, weren’t often given such positions, so she hadn’t expected it at all, no matter how skilled of a seeker she was.
Her stomach turned upside down as she skimmed through the words inked on the parchment over and over again. Of course she was happy to have been selected, but she couldn’t help but feel scared. It was twice the weight a normal captain had on their shoulders—not only she had to be a great captain because of the thrill of winning the Quidditch Cup, but she also had to prove women could do as well as men. If she failed, she knew that the chauvinistic assholes around the school would take the opportunity to state once more that women weren’t competent enough to hold such title.
Y/N was not going to let that happen, so she spent the remaining days of summer scheming tactics and a training routine. When she got back to Hogwarts, she felt more confident than ever, feeling she hoped she could transfer to her teammates.
The Hufflepuffs were beyond happy and excited to have her as their captain, especially her best friend Cedric, who had always told her she would be a fearless leader. The rest of the houses, though, the majority of the people in it didn’t have an ounce of faith on her and threw funny glances her way.
The day professor Hooch posted the upcoming matches, the funny glances turned into ones of pity. The first game of the season would be Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin, and the thoughts were loud around the castle—poor Y/N, Slytherin will sweep the air with her on her very first game as a captain; hope the Slytherins have some mercy on her. It was clear that pretty much everyone was confident on the outcome of the game. Especially the Slytherins.
“That game will be as easy as taking a candy from a baby.” the Slytherin captain’s voice ricocheted on the hallway Y/N was passing by. “We got the first match of the season on our bag, boys.”
Y/N clenched her jaw and marched towards them. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Landry.”
The tall, curly-haired boy tuned around with a smirk on his handsome face and looked down at her. “Oh, come on, Y/L/N. You don’t stand a chance, and everyone knows that.”
The corner of Y/N’s lips lifted up. “You know, everyone’s been throwing shit at me and my team without giving me the benefit of the doubt, and yeah it sucks a bit, but you know what I realized?”
“Nope, enlighten me” he said amused.
“Victory is going to taste much sweeter. And when you have to shake my hand after I kicked your ass, I hope you remember how you spoke too soon. And if you don’t, I’ll be there to remind you.”
A wave of respect passed through Ethan’s body. The way Y/N stood up for herself and her team made him feel some kind of way, though he very much liked to push her buttons so he continued with a playful smirk. “You seem pretty confident, Y/L/N. Wanna make a bet?”
“I’m listening” she held his glance.
“If I win, you’ll do my Potions homework for the rest of the season, if you win-”
“When” she corrected confidently. “And what can you offer me? Unlike you, I have a brain that is pretty capable of doing homework.”
He tried not to smile “If you win, I’ll buy you all the books you want each time we go to Hogsmade during this season.”
The Hufflepuff’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Deal! Oh my god, I have a list of books I want and it’s very large, Landry”
“It’s very large, Landry. Can’t say I haven’t been told that before” he said with a mischievous smile and laughed at her disgusted expression.
“Poor soul, I’m afraid to inform you have been lied to.”
“Nah, you want proof? I’m very happy to show you”
“You’re repulsing” she scrunched her nose.
Ethan chuckled, she was adorable. “Do we have a deal, little badger?”
Y/N stretched out her hand “Deal.”
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Y/N’S CONFIDENT SMILE LINGERED ON ETHAN’S MIND AND THERE WAS NOTHING THE BOY COULD DO TO ERASE THAT IMAGE. The girl was simply too perfect—gorgeous, smart, funny, brave, kind, confident and so adorable that everytime Ethan saw her on the hallways he wanted to wrap his arms around her tiny frame and squish her to death. He also loved how she didn’t take shit from anyone. Y/N was the exact personification of a badger—cute and friendly-looking, but if you poked her, the claws came out and she would not hesitate to scratch you with them.
Ethan didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed her before, but now that he did he couldn’t get her off his mind. Every glance and smirk Y/N sent his way felt like some sort of prize for him, and now that the day of the match had arrived, the feeling of uneasiness took over his chest. Would he still have her attention once their little bet was over? He guessed no, and so he made it his goal to ensure Y/N kept looking at him after it.
When the teams entered the pitch, the stands roared in excitement. While most of the people didn’t have faith on Y/N, they still rooted for Hufflepuff, because their hatred towards the house of serpents was stronger than the lack of faith on the female leader.
“Time to lose, are you ready for it?” Ethan smirked, holding out his hand for Y/N to take it.
Madame Hootch blew the whistle, and Y/N smirked back at the boy in front of her. “Let the games begin, Landry.”
When Y/N was in the air, the concept of time disappeared. She didn’t know if the game lasted 20 seconds or 20 years—what she did know, was that it ended as soon as the palm of her hand surrounded the golden snitch. Hufflepuff had beaten the Slytherin by 250 points, it’s been years since the last time the house of badgers won by so many points.
“Congratulations, Y/L/N. You were amazing” Ethan said with a, surprisingly for Y/N, genuine smile. As captains, they were the ones in charge of putting everything back in the supply closet, so they were now all alone.
“Thank you, Landry” she replied contently. She was beaming, and Ethan thought she couldn’t have looked more beautiful, even when covered in sweat and with her hair all messy from the wind. “You played amazing, too. Though, don’t think that your compliments are saving you from spending your money on me.”
“Wouldn’t dream on it” Ethan laughed. He couldn’t wait to spend his time with her, to get to know her better.
“Good. Now, let’s go back to the castle. I think you have Potions homework to do… on your own” she smirked playfully.
“You’re kinda mean for a Hufflepuff” he played back.
“Well, if we are stereotyping, you’re kinda nice for a Slytherin” Y/N bumped his forearm with her shoulder. The guy was super tall—and probably the most attractive human she had ever met.
“Kinda?!” he raised his voice, acting offended.
“Well, no matter how nice you are now, I didn’t forget the little scene at the hallway. You underestimated me and my team. The fact that I’m a girl doesn’t make me less capable, you know?”
Ethan frowned. “Wait, wait, wait” he stopped her by the shoulders, and she had to tilt her head up to look him in the face. “Yes, I thought your team would suck, but not because you’re a girl. Hufflepuff has come out in last place for years, that’s the only reason I said it. It has absolutely nothing to do with you.”
Y/N’s eyes softened a bit and nodded slowly “Okay”
“I’m serious. In fact, last year you were the only good player the team had. If Hufflepuff had points, it was all because of you. Because you never failed to catch that snitch. If you had had great players supporting you, you would’ve won that cup.”
“You think so?” Y/N asked, feeling the heat creep up from her neck right to her face. His face was so close, his eyes so bright and voice so soft and sincere that her heart went crazy.
“I know so, Y/N” he squeezed her waist. When did his hands get there and why did it feel so good? And why did her name sounded so much better coming from his lips?
“Thank you, Ethan”
Her smile was so shiny that could light up the whole castle “Just telling the truth. And hey, don’t tell this to my team but I’m not completely sad you won that game. I heard what they have been saying on the hallways, about you not good enough for the position just for being a girl. I’m glad you proved them wrong.”
Was it normal for her heart to be beating this fast? “Well, thank you for saying that. But the talking won’t stop, they are going to find another excuse to keep saying the same thing.”
“Then you’ll have to keep winning. Not that it will be a problem, because your team is very good this year”
“You shouldn’t say those things about the rival team, Ethan. I think you have a soft spot for me” she teased him.
“I have known that since that day at the hallway, Y/N. You aren’t saying anything I didn’t already know” he answered truthfully, catching her off guard. “Since that day, I knew you were special. And I’d like to know you better, if you let me.”
Y/N nodded with enthusiasm “Yes, I’d really really like that, Ethan”
“Would you like to go to Hogsmade with me? I know we kinda were already, because of the bet. But I mean, be with me the whole day” he said nervously.
“I would love to, Eth”
“Great, it’s a date” he said, and the blood rushed into her cheeks. “Awe, are you blushing for me? How cute”
“Shut up, asshole.” she pushed him away playfully.
“Let’s go, little badger” he felt a little bold, so he grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. Thankfully, she didn’t push him away, instead she squeezed his hand.
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TURNS OUT, Y/N WAS RIGHT. Their victory wasn’t enough, people still weren’t aware of her talent as a captain and still found excuses to justify their win. Even after the following matches the Hufflepuff team won. People said it was beginners luck, that the teams took pity on her, or Ethan’s personal favourite: the Slytherin captain was so smitten with her that he let her win that first match and was helping her with tactics.
“That’s such bullshit! I mean, I am smitten with you but I would never let you win. The win is all on you” Ethan rambled as they made their way towards Hogsmade.
“I know, Eth. You don’t have to assure me, I know” Y/N laughed. “I have to say, it’s really cute that you are so mad about what they have been saying about me.”
“How are you not mad? It doesn’t make any sense. If you were a men, they would be kissing the floor you walked on”
“I know that too. But I have reached the point in where I’m just so sick of them coming at me that I just ignore it. If I react, they’ll say I’m overreacting and it’s just going to get worse”
“Today I almost punched a Gryffindor who was talking shit about you” he admitted.
“Please don’t punch anyone for me. It’s not worth it”
“Agree to disagree. If anyone is worthy, it’s you”
“You’re so sweet” she kissed his knuckles. “But really, don’t do it. Just imagine you punching him, that’s what I do”
“Fine” he scoffed. “Now, let’s get your books and see how much it hurts my wallet”
Y/N laughed. “You don’t have to buy me books, Eth. I only wanted to prove I’m good at being captain, and I did”
“Nope, I am buying you all the books you want.” Ethan said, opening the door of the book store. “Don’t hold back.”
Y/N didn’t hold back. Ethan exited the little bookshop with a bag full of romance books and a happy Y/N on his arm.
“Bet you regret that bet now” Y/N laughed.
“If there is something in my life I don’t regret is making that bet, Y/N” Ethan said in a serious tone. “Besides, I would’ve bought every single book in that shop if it meant you would keep smiling at me like that.”
Y/N couldn’t take it anymore, if she didn’t kiss Ethan she might die. So she carefully set one hand on the back of his neck while the other cupped his jaw and she stood on her tip-toes.
“I want to kiss you, Eth. Really really bad, is that okay?” she whispered.
Okay? It was more than okay. And instead of answering with words, he lowered his head and their freezing lips met. Suddenly the warm in their hearts nullified the icy feeling that the December snow had been putting on them. The air was extremely cold, but nothing seemed to matter other than the kiss they had been wanting since their small confrontation in the hallway at the beginning of the year.
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THE REST OF THE SEASON WENT THE SAME WAY. Hufflepuff won almost every match, yet people still had doubts when it came to the captain—no matter how much she hustled and put in the work, they wouldn’t give her any credit and still questioned if she deserved the title. No matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t get there, she couldn’t earn their respect.
True to his word, Ethan never got physical with anyone who talked shit about his girl (which didn’t mean he wouldn’t call them out) and would instead reassure her countless time how capable and amazing she was. Which lifted her spirits more than he realized.
The final match was coming and Y/N could barely eat from nervousness—it would be Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor and she knew it was going to be tough. Oliver Wood was a force to be reckoned with and so was his team.
The pressure was drowning her, it’s been years since she had seen the Hufflepuff house so hopeful, and if the victory slipped from her fingers it was really going to crush her. At least she had Ethan now, if she didn’t, she was pretty sure she would’ve already drowned—he was her life jacket. Cheesy, but true.
“Are you going to wear something yellow for me?” she asked in a teasing tone, straddling his lap. They were on the locker room, sitting on a bench as the girl waited for her team to arrive. Ethan was there for emotional support, because in only a few hours they would know who the cup will belong to this year.
“I’m always wearing something yellow when you play. Discreetly, of course. But not today, today everyone’s going to see me fully rooting for my girl” he said pressing kisses on her neck.
“Theres no way you’re going to do that in the middle of the Slytherin bleachers” Y/N laughed shaking her head. They had been keeping their relationship low-key, but now that the season was almost over they decided they didn’t want to hide it anymore.
“You wanna bet?” he smirked, making her laugh harder.
“Okay. If you win, I’ll let you use the Prefects bathroom” she said.
“Fuck, yes” he said excited. He had been begging her to let him use it, but like the good girl she was, she refused. She took the Prefect position as seriously as her captain position. “It’s almost time. Kick asses, babe”
“You bet I will”
“No matter what the outcome is, I want you to know I’m very proud of you. For being an amazing captain and for putting up with the shade everyone’s been throwing at you” Ethan said cupping her cheeks.
Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “You don’t know how much it means to me, Eth. Thank you”
“You got this, babe. See you in a couple of hours, I’ll shower you with kisses. Everywhere” his eyes turned a little darker when he said the last word.
“Give me a preview?” she looked at him in the eyes.
“God, you can’t give me bed eyes when I’m supposed to leave” he groaned.
Y/N giggled and kissed his cheek “I love teasing you”
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THE BATTLE FOR THE WIN HAD BEEN LONG, BUT THE HUFFLEPUFFS STOOD CHAMPIONS THAT AFTERNOON. They gave their blood, sweat and tears for that, and their karma came in form of a gold shiny cup.
Y/N’s karma was also her boyfriend, who sprinted towards her in a yellow shirt with the number 13 and her last name on the back. Ethan spun her in his arms as they both laughed and cried.
“You did it, babe. Holy shit” he said happily.
“And you wore a Hufflepuff shirt. My shirt! Oh my god” she laughed. “I love you”
Ethan stood still for a moment, but then he smiled widely. “I love you too. So much”
“Then kiss me for Merlin’s sake”
“I love you” he repeated when they pulled away. “Go celebrate with your team, Cap. Meet me at midnight at the bathroom?”
“I love you too. And yes, meet you there” she replied breathlessly.
“Underwear is optional, by the way” he whispered in her ear, making a rush of electricity run through her body.
“If it’s not necessary, then why wear it, right?” she smirked.
He kissed her once more. “Can’t wait”
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lycheedr3ams · 10 months
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Situationship with Konig (Part 1)
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fem!reader x situationship!konig
MDNI
Part 2
more of a drabble than anything. smut mentioned in detail. brief mention of konig beating people up. drinking. angst, no comfort :(
this turned out to be much longer than i thought. i just had an idea and rolled with it. i love angst
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It all started when Konig first was recruited to 141 for his skills as a soldier. The moment you, the shy civilian-employee IT girl, laid eyes on him, you knew you were ruined. And Konig knew it too.
after a few drunken nights of just talking, he finally started getting handsy. in the middle of a passionate make-out session, with his cock throbbing against your clothed crotch, he told you he's not looking for a relationship. just some fun, and nothing more. you lied and said you wanted the same, you said that it was okay. that you would be the person he can have fun with whenever he needed.
your conversations - if they could even be called that - mostly happened behind locked doors in late hours of the night, whispered words of "fuck me", "just like that" and similar iterations. no one could hear the way konig unraveled you against his mattress while tearing you heart apart at the same time.
konig would do his missions with 141 and then be gone for whatever KorTac wanted him to do. he'd usually say goodbye to you, just a polite nod of his hooded head to acknowledge your existence. you wanted to call him when he was gone. but you didn't have his number. you laid in your bed and cried about it for so long, and you swore that the next time you saw him, you wouldn't even so much as breathe in his direction.
it seems your body, and maybe some other part of you deep down, had other plans. no matter how mad you were at him, you kept going back to him. maybe it was the way his hands held your waist as he pounded you from behind, or the way he'd kiss your neck gently when he entered you. maybe it was how he held your hand as he fucked you sometimes that made you think there was a chance for something more.
if konig ever needed help with his computer, or other piece of technology, he'd go to you. but his questions would be short, if he even spoke to you at all. sometimes, he'd just hand you the tablet or device he needed help with, and expected you to know what the issue was. despite something screaming at you inside to tell him to fuck off, you always took the device from him with a smile. maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on you as you worked, or how he'd watch as you walked around the mess hall during mealtimes, that convinced you there was a chance.
before this whole thing happened, you two would converse often, and maybe even could have called each other friends. but konig seemed to change after you got more involved. you convinced yourself it was because he had feelings for you, and he was nervous. but he'd stare lustfully at other women on base, just like he would at you. but maybe it was that one night, when he was so fucking drunk and insisted you ride him, that he told you you're his first and you're the only one he links with. or maybe it was when he instinctively got possessive over you when some guys were hitting on you at a bar. maybe it was the way he beat the shit out of them in the nearby alleyway, that made you think you had a chance.
and so when he told you that he had been dismissed from 141, you convinced yourself that you were okay. you nodded at him and said "take care of yourself", and his gaze lingered on you the last time he ever saw you. Gaz, Soap, Ghost, even Price, they all knew you were sad over something.
"You know he left on his own, don't ya?" Soap told you when he found you crying alone somewhere on base.
your heart stopped.
"what are you talking about?" you asked Soap.
"Konig left on his own. he didn't want to be on the team anymore."
your heart dropped in your chest.
he had lied to you.
and you never knew that Konig carried that burden. that deep in his heart, he believed that he could never be good enough for you, that he couldn't give you what you deserved. so he was a coward, and he left. he couldn't look you in the eye anymore.
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Ok maybe it’s just me but it feels like the only two types of trans women I see eroticized on tumblr in nsfw posts are:
- tall, always a Top, giant dick, cums gallons, muscular/skinny, always dom, maybe hairy, fucks for hours
Or
- short, always a Bottom, small dick, small tits, skinny except for their ass, always sub, perfectly hairless
Yeah those girls do exist (and I’m not trying to shit on them or say you can’t like/be them) but it’s not ALL of us, it’s not even the majority of us from what I’ve seen. It just feels like another pointlessly limiting dichotomy. Like you’re either a big loud dom top who initiates everything or a shy small sub bottom who’s completely passive (with little to no mention of verses or switches) and it just starts to feel like appealing to those two ends of the spectrum are the only way most people seem to be attracted to us. Like yeah I have a size kink too but I don’t scoff at any dom under 6ft. I think forwardness is extremely attractive but I know not every top is confident enough for that. I like topping not because of my height or personality traits but because I want to fuck someone. Topping and bottoming are actions not linked to a presentation.
It’s mostly fantasy I guess but I’ve seen quite a few girls who base themselves heavily off what other people want or find desirable not what they want. Hell, I did it for a while and to some extent I still do. But if you’re reading this and you find yourself doing that: You don’t owe anyone but yourself a single fucking thing. Drill this into your head. Repeat it like a mantra. You don’t owe them shit. I know it’s scary and it’s hard but it’s much harder and a lot more painful to chase approval. I transitioned in part so people would stop putting their standards and their boxes onto my body and I’ve come to realize that it doesn’t change when you transition, only the standards do. Live your life and have your sex by your own standards not someone else’s.
Idk maybe I’m just thinking too much abt it but it really feels like we only write about trans girls who fit one of those two categories. Despite how many posts are spread about not stereotyping top or bottom and sub or dom based on appearance/gender presentation/body type it sure seems to happen a lot to trans women by the looks. A tall hairy trans girl being a verse who wishes people would let her sub more often or a short trans girl who has trouble getting hard while still being a top aren’t paradoxes or hypotheticals, they’re people around us who deserve attention and respect too. Honestly I think some just want the fantasized version of transfemmes they’ve seen in memes or porn rather than real complex people.
I guess TLDR: If you say you’re attracted to trans women (even if you’re also trans!!) I’m begging you to look at those of us who don’t fit those things or fit one but not another. Not saying you can’t like girls who fit them or that no one should fit them, I like those girls too! I’m just saying we all need to broaden our horizons a bit more and be a lot more understanding to anyone who doesn’t pass or fit the ideal because most of those ideals weren’t made by or for us anyways. If you don’t want to do it yourself then do it for the trans women around you.
(Please don’t derail if you rb. This isn’t an invitation to prove me wrong by sending me something it’s just what I’ve observed on here the past year or so and what I’ve heard from other trans women)
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Soulless Sam Smut
Soulless Fun
Title: Soulless Fun Words: 1,547 Relations: Sam Winchester (SOULLESS) X reader. TW: Smut, strong language, Dom Sam - Sub reader.
Prompt:
Soulless Sam Smut. Anonymously requested.
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LAST WARNING: SMUT!
I pulled the bottom of my dress down feeling self-conscious as the club music pumped and everyone was clearly more intoxicated than I was. I clung to my friend as she led us to the bar. I bit my lip as I looked around, my friend brought me here to get laid, claiming I was too uptight and stressed. I however only came along to hang out with her as we've both been busy recently.
Our drinks were placed in front of us, then another, and another. Eventually, I lost the energy to count when I was sufficiently drunk. I had been introduced to plenty of men that weren't my type but hers. She says my taste in men is disgusting but as I watch her flirt with this man I could puke. He wasn't the ugliest guy in the room, he was just kind and it gave me the ick. I'm all for women's rights and fighting any man who crosses me but in the bedroom... I want to be putty in his hands. If it hurts, even better. If he's dominating. Ahhhh, I could scream. I don't care for making love, I want to be railed.
I headed back to the bar as my friend seemed to have forgotten I existed, flirting with the nice guy. I made it to the bar, being served almost instantly.
"This bartender only serves hot girls, I'll pay for your drink if you order mine," Some guy hinted beside me. I looked at him, my usual dissatisfied face that men give me. Ew, he's smiling at me and clearly trying to flirt.
"Maybe he's only serving women because he understands the struggles we go through and having to put up with men like you," I explained unhappily. This man doesn't even deserve my time of day. He chuckled dryly, clearly unimpressed that I wasn't swooning for him.
"Or maybe he's just trying to get with you," He scoffed, hardly taking my comment into consideration. I rolled my eyes, cracking my neck as I fought the urge to fight this man, though I often happily do so. "You here alone?" He asked, I sighed. Waiting patiently for the bartender to return. "You're rude for ignoring me," The guy said, turning his attention back to the bar. I scoffed.
"What do you think because you offered to buy me a drink I should just swoon and hang off your every word?" I asked sarcastically but he chuckled.
"It's the decent thing to do," He replied offended. I laughed, I couldn't help it, I looked around checking if I was crazy or if he actually said it. Who gave this man the audacity?
"Wow, just wow. Is this the part where we go back to your place?" I asked sarcastically but from his smirk and perked-up appearance, it's clear he didn't recognise sarcasm. "Are you actually enough to believe I would go home with you? Mate, I wouldn't kiss you even if a gun was to my head. Go away," I explained, he scoffed looking at me offended. "Walk away or I will scream so loud I bust your eardrums," He looked at me confused but made no attempt to move. I chuckled before screaming as loud as I could. Everyone looked at me but I don't give a shit, I will happily scream my lungs out until he leaves me alone. He covered his ears as he hurried away. I smiled triumphantly, accepting my drink from the confused bartender and took the man's seat.
"I'm surprised you didn't punch him in the face," I looked in the chair beside me and saw a handsome clearly tall man sitting beside me. I smirked as he finally looked at me. His eyes quickly examined my whole body. His eyes alone made my spine shiver.
"I considered it," I shrugged but he smirked.
"I get the feeling it wouldn't be the first or last time," He smirked. I bit my lip as I watched his eyes dominate me. His height instantly made me feel small. Exactly how I want to feel.
He kicked the door closed behind him as his lips stayed on mine. We had barely kept our hands to ourselves the whole taxi ride back to mine. His hands roamed my body like it was his before clasping gently around my neck. I gasped excitedly as he pulled away to look down at me.
"Take your clothes off," His voice was dark and dominating. I gulped as he let go of my neck. My neck instantly cold as I craved his touch. I watched as he took a seat on my couch, sitting comfortably and waiting for me to take my clothes off. I nodded as I started unzipping my dress and pulling it down. "Stop," He instructed, I froze wanting to comply with his words. "Slow," I smirked as I slowly pulled my dress down before stepping it once it hit the floor. I looked at him to see if he was happy but he raised his eyebrow. Clearly, wanting me to take it all off. I gulped before taking my underwear and bra off. As soon as they were off he was smirking. "Come here," His tone showed no emotion. I walked closer, soon having his hands guide my hips to his as he had me straddle him. His hands moved up my sides.
The breath seemed to leave my lungs as his hungry eyes searched my body. He harshly grabbed the back of my neck, bringing my ear to his lips. "Get on your knees," He instructed before letting go of me. I climbed off of his lap as he pulled his shirt off. As soon as I saw his muscular form I got to my knees. My God! He wasn't born he was sculpted, jeez!
He pulled his pants down leaving him bare. I held my breath as I bit my lip noticing his large and already erect penis on level with my face. He settled into the couch, a cockily look on his face, clearly pleased with my reaction. "Suck it," He instructed. My jaw dropped, his forwardness and dominating qualities only made me more excited. I leant forward, holding my weight on my hands either side of his legs as I adjusted my position.
I used my hand to grab the base of his penis. I gulped, glancing up at him to see him watching, almost emotionless. God, he can't get any hotter to me right now. I opened my mouth, leaning in to lightly suck on his tip, I looked up at him through my eyelashes. He dropped his head back, seemingly enjoying the sensation. "All of it," He breathed deeply. I gathered spit in my mouth before sliding as much of his big member as I could, I got a fair distance down but needed a little spit to be able to deep-throat him. I sucked, bobbing my head up and down to take more and more of him in my mouth, he groaned when I finally got to his base. My throat opened to fit.
His hand found the back of my head, fingers softly combing through my hair before he grasped on the hair. He gripped tightly, moving my head for me at a slow pace, his head falling back as he moaned, lifting his hips slightly to meet my mouth. I focused on my breathing as he stayed at a slow pace for a while. I feel like a sex doll and that's exactly what I want.
He pulled my head from his penis and sat forward as I looked at him confused. He practically scooped me up, bringing me to his lap as he connected our lips, kissing me hungrily. I eagerly wrapped my arms around his shoulders to keep him close and on my lips. I gasped as he lined his dick to my entrance and started entering me.
"Now's the time to tap out," He commented holding my hips up slightly so he wouldn't enter me anymore. I smirked, leaning back to admire him as I bit my lip. I pushed my hips down, passing his hands holding me to take all of him. I moaned, the pain only hurting a little before subsiding. He seemed to growl at my reaction.
He grabbed my ass and held me up slightly, lifting his hips quick and deep. Fucking me relentlessly. I moaned, my head tipping back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He groaned as he continued. I tried breathing to compose myself as my orgasm was already teetering close. He seemed to grin. "It'll be more than once," He tempted. He must know I'm building up quickly. I groaned as I dropped my head forward. He quickly caught my lips. His tongue entered my tongue pulling more moans from me.
"Cum on me, sexy," He cheered. I moaned again, my orgasm peaking at his pace, hardness and depth. His mouth stayed on mine to conceal my screams as they erupted out of me. He smirked against my lips. "Ready for round 2?" He asked though he hadn't stopped to allow me to calm down. I giggled as I connected our lips.
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enaspaces · 1 year
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my shuri headcanons 𓃠
a dump of my thoughts because i love her and she’s taken over my mind
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• on the trans/nonbinary spectrum. more specifically a demigirl and doesn’t care what pronouns you use on him. owns a binder for specific days that she wants her chest to look flat.
• very lesbian. her heart is for women and non-men 🏳️‍🌈
• i view her as a stud or a stem. it depends on how i’m feeling atm.
• she’s not just a nerd in the science sense she’s a huge fandom geek and has a stan twitter account to talk about her interests.
• also has fan edits of her favorite characters and interests saved on her phone. probably makes her own edits too.
• average minecraft enjoyer (she’s obsessed)
• reads a lot of wlw comics, novels, and other media bc they’re a gay ass.
• has AuDHD, argue with ur mama.
• is almost always seen wearing noise cancelling headphones or earbuds because she gets overstimulated at times. when she visits riri in chicago for the first time, the constant loud city noise is something he’s not used to. he had forgot to pack the headphones he made for himself so riri makes him a custom made pair to help him relax. they end up using riri’s more than their own. (riri indulgently put small cat ears on the top of them and shuri almost cried at the sight).
• catgirl energy. riri may make her look tall but that’s still a 5’5 girl twink that stopped growing at age 13. she’s small and likes to sit on counters, lab tables, the floor and any other weird place that’s not meant to be sat on. she curls up in a ball when she sleeps alone, and if she’s in the bed with someone else her limbs are all over their body. has cute sounding sneezes that m’baku makes fun of her for. one of the lab workers once found her asleep in a random corner of the room. naturally very light-footed and basically has human toe beans, making it very easy to sneak up on people without them hearing.
• has quite a few fidget toys to help her focus on work in the lab and ease her anxiety. a rubik’s cube, fidget spinners, stress ball, pop its, etc.
• she stims. so much. especially after she successfully completes a task or experiment and she’ll do a dance or do the lil hand flapping thing. her vocal stims are always random song lyrics or tiktok meme audios lol.
• has a sweet tooth. when okoye was a dora she’d occasionally bring candy or other sweets for her to snack on. riri goes to the store and buys him all the popular american snacks for him to try. nakia always has a mini stash prepared for when they visit her and toussaint in haiti.
• favorite color is purple. it just suits her.
• a GAMER™. she plays all genres but her favs are probably minecraft, puzzle, or rhythm games. did i mention minecraft? she loves it. riri loves rpgs and pvp games the most and has her play smash bros ultimate pretty often. they’re super competitive with each other and both sore losers lmao. shuri got her to play minecraft once and riri kept getting blown up by creepers.
• ↑ she becomes super close with mj, ned, and vivian through riri. they’re always on discord vc together playing games and doing many other things and it’s the most chaotic shit you’ve ever seen.
• if the word ticklish was personified. simply elbowing her in the stomach on accident would get a giggle outta her. every ticklish spot she has is extremely sensitive and you could have her curled up cackling in tears with ease.
• funny as hell for no reason. life of the party fr. she takes her jokester persona very seriously but sometimes she’s hilarious without even trying. the first time she ever smoked weed was with riri in her dorm and riri never laughed so hard in her life that day. shuri was literally all over the place. she’s definitely a lightweight too, just as goofy, giggly, and clingy in her drunken state.
• definitely likes kpop girl groups. I can’t prove it but they love loona you just have to trust me.
• also loves vocaloid and has a hatsune miku figure in her room somewhere. trust me on that.
• has a list of favorite black american artists. riri definitely put her on some r&b classics and less mainstream artists. has a massive celebrity crush on black women rappers.
• music taste is very versatile. her playlist has almost everything. she just can’t listen to one genre only, she’s too open minded and exploratory for that.
• he’s not one to fall in love easily, but when he does he falls hard. riri was the first person he ever fell for and it changed the trajectory of his life, poor thing had no idea what to do with that information.
• a romantic, lovesick loser. cannot flirt to save his life. flustering him is so fucking easy lmao. riri once called him shawty and he malfunctioned for 5 minutes. whenever he’s on the phone with riri his crush is genuinely so obvious to everyone around him. he be giggling and cheesing real hard 😭. kicking his feet squealing on the bed when he’s alone thinking about the cute nickname riri called him.
• her love language is acts of service and gift giving. she’s not always good with words or emotions so she expresses her appreciation towards her loved ones by distributing her wealth in many ways. buying riri things she might need for college, fixing stuff that breaks in nakia’s home. things like that.
• has trouble being vulnerable with those close to her. she’s lost so much, so opening up to new people is always a scary, big step. it took a while for her to let mj, ned, and viv into her heart because the closer she becomes with them, the more it’ll hurt if she loses them. they take her in with open arms regardless, because having a support system with people her age is something she needs. they take her seriously in ways that the elders don’t. they see her for who she is outside of being a royal figure to her country and allows her to be her full, authentic, geeky self. she’s able to grasp onto the youth that she almost lost when her family was taken away.
• very talkative. can infodump about an interest for hours and completely lose track of time if you let them. they cannot stay still when excited, nor can they keep eye contact, pacing around the room and darting their eyes everywhere while rambling about the history of vibrainium or something.
• maladaptive daydreaming. will lose herself in a song and start imagining scenarios in her head. t’challa once caught her in the act and refused to delete the video footage. sometimes, she pulls up the video her brother recorded just to hear his laughter in the background.
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thebunnycruise · 3 months
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Less of a question and more of a comment, Im sorry if its in the wrong spot lol, I just had to say this. I promise it’s not a hate comment, and sorry for the length.
I have never in my life seen something that has made me feel so physically ill. I feel genuinely sick reading this, and mentally exhausted from it. I have never read anything that has ever made me want to do something about these topics so badly. I hate this comic, and feel every fiber of my body crumble that I can’t do anything to help these women. It’s such an uncomfortable and painful feeling to see such heinous acts being done to people who i know are just down on their luck and never deserved this. I hate to sound cliche, but this was the eye opener of the fucking century.
You should be proud of your work, you’re doing something that I haven’t ever seen work as effectively and as potently as this.
One question I guess; I unfortunately can’t donate, but what else could us readers do? This comic destroyed me and I’m genuinely desperate at this point to see some happy ending come out of this, and I don’t know what I can do.
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Thank you for this question! And sorry for ruining your mood, I think... TL/DR: Giving a shit is free. I recall this one lady being interviewed by a local news reporter regarding her views on the homeless problem in her neighbourhood, and she said something that stuck in my mind: "The more I have to [pick up] human feces, the less empathy I have." I think that one comment really hit home why we're at this point in society. People connect with the characters on the Bunny Cruise because we see their backstories, how they got to where they are, what they've lost along the way, what they dream of for the future, and how they've suffered in trying to reach for that dream. But, even though we know the guy OD'ing on the sidewalk passed out in his own sick must have had a life, have dreams, it's not something we think of in the moment. The difference between the Cruise and real life is that the girls have each other to support them through it, but we will walk over or side-step the heroin addict on the sidewalk without a second glance. That "mentally drained" and "physically ill" feeling is the cognitive dissonance talking. It's when we're forced to confront an perspective that challenges our way of thinking, or in this case, face a fear that perhaps the only difference between us and 67, 10, the twins, or that guy on the sidewalk, is just pure luck. For a lot of us, this is something very uncomfortable, and it's much easier to put it out of our heads and move on with our lives. And politicians take advantage of this fear and apathy far too often. Famously, Mark Sutcliffe (Calling you out, asshole), the recently elected Mayor of Ottawa, campaigned on zoning land for more large, single-family homes rather than more compact, affordable housing. He called it "preserving the community and keeping it safe", but we all know what that really means by now. Or they will call for increased police spending and promise to be tougher on crime (which Sutcliffe also did). Because having bad luck or being neglected and abused by capitalism is a crime now... I think the easiest thing to do, is to just think about it, and speak up when the issue comes up. All too often, things like homeless shelters, affordable housing projects, and safe injection sites, don't get built because people don't want to think about the people living on the fringe of society. But the thing is, people with nowhere to go have to go somewhere.
I donate to a women's shelter because I've worked with women fleeing violence in the past, and it's an important cause for me. I also realize that I am in a very fortunate position to be able to pay rent and have a little left over to put toward charity work. But speaking up and spreading the word is free. The next time someone wants to veto a safe injection site project, speak up against them, ask them what millionaire real estate firm is lining their pockets. Vote for that city councilor campaigning to build shelters and affordable homes. Have a relative who says "the homeless deserve what's happening to them"? Shut them down, ruin that christmas dinner. They sound like a dick anyway.
It's not much, but I think if we can all treat our fellow humans a little better instead of kicking them to the curb, we can make a bit of a difference in the world.
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inkedobsidian · 1 year
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~ I don't guess - S.R ~
summary: You’re sat in a lecture with Stiles listening to the teaching assistant, Spencer, when he asks everyone a question and he asks you and you get it right.
pairing: Spencer ReidxReader (criminal mindxteenwolf)
warnings: case violence, rape, stabbing etc.
word count: 1,098
a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!
Master-List - Prompts
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“C’mon Stiles we have to start the class in literally 5 minutes why aren’t you here?” You curse through your phone at your best friend. You were currently waiting outside your current classroom at Quantico. After the Beacon Hills, you and Stiles had both been offered places at the FBI academy and you both couldn't think of anything better than living in a flat together.
“Because Y/N I don’t see why you even wanted me to take behavioural analysis with you…. And I slept in. Again.” He says laughing through the phone. He slept in way too often nowadays but you were just glad he was finally sleeping soundly again.
“Hurry. Up.” You say in the phone before you hang up laughing. You open your laptop to see a picture of You, Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Malia and Kira all at graduation. Although you loved the academy you missed your friends. Even if it’s nice not to have been shot at for a few months, which is hilarious considering you are at an academy for FBI agents. You hear someone sit next to you and you smile seeing Stiles.
“About time class is almost starting. And we have a guest assistant from the BAU!” You say excitedly. Stiles just smiles at you and opens his laptop and it’s a picture of him and Lydia. You smile and giggle.
“Shut up.” He says smiling knowing what you’re laughing at. You couldn't help it, watching your best friend finally get with the girl he's been obssessed with from the third grade made you happy. The teacher walks in and you nudge Stiles to get him to pay attention.
“Right class, we have a guest in today. Dr Spencer Reid from the BAU team.” The teacher points to the door and a tall, curly haired boy walks up.
“Holy shit…” You say looking at him. His tall skinny demeaner was adorably nerdy. His slightly overgrown hair went down the side of his face and he was so cute yet so handsome. You didn't even notice Stiles watching you react to the TA
“Don’t tell me you have a crush on the TA already.” Stiles says laughing getting his phone out to text Lydia.
“Hello class, I’m Dr Spencer Reid. Today we’re going to test practical skills so we’re going to give you an intermediate case for you to evaluate. Please review the case files under you chairs and we’ll get started.” We all pick up the folders and look through them. The bodies are real.
“Stiles, this is a real case.” You say whispering. He does a double take and his face goes white realising I’m right. There were 5 different bodies. All women, all blonde. All were raped and had no defensive wounds. There were stab wounds that by the look of the blood was done post mortem.
“Right can anyone give me any ideas about this unsub?” Dr Spencer Reid said and people begun to try and guess the current situation and most of them were bland guesses.
“He’s most likely male because of the signs of rape.”
“He clearly has a problem with blood because he stabs them post mortem.”
All of these voice fluttered around the classroom as people were trying to grasp at anything they can in the photos. I feel Stiles nudge me and I look at him.
“Lydia says go for it, with a winky face.” You start to laugh and look back at the case files reading a bit deeper into the case. You didn't like speaking in class unless you were sure of what you thought, unless you called on of course.
“How about you miss, since you haven’t spoken?” You hear Dr Spencer Reid say. You don’t understand he’s talking to you, as your nose deep into the case file, until Stiles nudges you and you look up and see him staring at you.
“Excuse me?” You ask politely embarrassed that you didn’t know he was talking to you. For the first time you both made eye contact and you couldn't help but keep his eye contact for as long as you could.
“Can you give us any information about the unsub for the profile?” He asks. You swallow and look up nervously.
“Well for starts he’s not impotent because if he was he wouldn’t be able to get it up to rape the girls. He’s used a condom because no DNA was found inside the victims. If he is impotent however he’s had to be using sildenafil citrate, more commonly known as Viagra. The fact there were no defensive wounds suggest that he doses them with a paralytic and if this guy is truly angry which is what the post mortem stab wounds suggest, then it’s a paralytic that keeps them awake. He clearly has a type for women in their 20’s so maybe a break up or a divorce was his stressor. As for his job, he asserts so much dominance and anger his job is probably over looked by many people in the scheme of things so he feels he needs to over compensate. Also the fact he’s stabbed them afterwards, further on in the report is says they weren’t found like that, this suggests he works in the mortuary, maybe even the ME.” I say finally finishing the explanation which felt like it made time slow down.
Stiles just smirks at me knowing I only said all of that to hopefully impress Dr. Reid. You weren't going to lie you fully said all of that just to impress him, after spending so much of your teenage years surrounded by violence or death you had a knack for seeing things other people missed, especially the police.
“Nice guess….” He says trailing on. You couldn't tell wether he was impressed or just thinks you made it up on the spot for extra credit.
“Y/N L/N. And I don’t guess.” I say smirking. You had no idea where your new found confidence had come from but there was just an energy flowing through you considering you knew Dr. Reids' heartbeat had just spiked. He smiles and looks away and I smile looking down. I look at Stiles and he curses.
“Y/N. Your eyes. Calm it.” I raise my eyebrows before looking at my laptop screen and seeing my eyes glowing blue and my claws showing slightly.
“Shit, shit, shit.” I say digging my claws into my hands. Blood runs down my hand and my eyes go back to normal.
“It’s like Scott and Allison all over again.” Stiles saying laughing.
“Shut up Stiles.” I say laughing wiping the blood on my bag.
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gyusimp · 1 year
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Yo! Your work is so sweet and gentle.💗 But let's try to dilute it a little horny? :D
Gyutaro is jealous of the reader for others. He wants to show everyone that you are only his.
Gu leaves bites on the reader's body. He can get very carried away and accidentally hurt you, which will make him feel terrible later.
There are so many of these bites every time that it simply does not work to hide them.
I wish you a good day and cool ideas in the future.💖💖
°•Jealous Gyutaro Headcanons•°
⚠️Blood mention and horny content
Gyutaro saw you talking today afternoon with a boy, he was the postman and since you are an employee of Kyogoku house you were receiving some letters for the courtesans and the owners of the house. He was a very kind boy, you used to see him often so he even knew your name and greeted you in a sweet and friendly way. This bothered a certain demon very much, who in broad daylight could do nothing but watch from the shadows how that bastard got so close to his girl. He had an immense desire to skin him and devour all his blood and entrails, but a single ray of sunlight would be enough to turn him to ashes.
All he could do was scratch his own skin and wait until nightfall to get a few things clear. It was time to rest for Warabihime oiran so during this time nobody would go near the rooms near hers, on the other hand, you had total freedom in the house cause she is your sister-in-law so you knew it was time to spend time with Gyutaro.
You knocked carefully on the shoji door and Daki's voice was heard from inside, indicating that you can go inside. "If you're looking for my brother, he's in the next room." She answered you without turning to you, she looked at you through the mirror in front of her where she was removing the pins from her hair as it turned white. You thanked him and closed the door after leaving the room, it seemed a bit strange to you since most of the time, Gyutaro waited for you to arrive to get out of his sister's back.
You enter to the next room and Daki was right, there was Gyutaro and as soon as you entered he cornered you hard and fast in the nearest wall. This kind of attitude of Gyutaro made you a little nervous but you couldn't deny that you liked them too. Sometimes fear or being in danger with him made you feel a bit horny cause you knew that he never would try to kill you.
He grabs you by the waist with force while he watched you carefully without saying anything, with one of his hands he parted your hair and pulled the collar of your kimono down to leave your neck and shoulders uncovered for him. Seeing your heavy breathing and how your pulse throbbed under your skin made him feel euphoric. Gyutaro approached you dangerously and traced a wet path with his tongue over your collarbones, causing you to writhe between his arms and the wall.
"May I know why my women is so close to that bastard lately?" he asked in his hoarse voice. It was impossible for you to answer because feeling his tongue colliding with your neck and his hot breath left you speechless. You didn't respond, so he decided to "punish" you to make you talk. "Until you speak, I'll marking you properly." Gyutaro started leaving hickeys all over your skin, he didn't give a shit if someone else saw it on you, that was the purpose.
He started with soft licks and pressed your skin with his lips but when he felt your pulse on his tongue he felt that he couldn't contain himself. He opened his mouth wider and took you with his teeth, beginning to bite you carefully while holding you tightly with one arm and with the other he lowered your kimono further to attack your neck, chest, collarbones and the beginning of your breasts with his mouth.
You heard the wet sound of his lips licking on your skin with each hickey he gave, he gasped from time to time and this made you begin to moan involuntarily with delicacy. Gyutaro had no control over himself and his rhythm intensified, he started biting you roughly, it started to hurt a little but you didn't care, you wanted him to keep going and not stop, even if he devoured you, you would be grateful to him. Hearing the sounds that came out of your mouth getting louder encouraged Gyutaro to continue, while his hands traveled every part of your body allowing him to touch wherever he wanted.
This would surely take you to the next step, but the plans were canceled when you complained, this time it was more pain than pleasure causing Gyutaro to stop. He looked at you and saw a small red thread running down your neck, it was blood. Gyutaro felt like the worst trash seeing that he had hurt you, you looked down and noticed that you were bleeding and the horrified expression on Gyutaro's face. He started ripping his own skin violently while repeating "I'm a fucking idiot" over and over again.
Quickly, you took his hands and pulled them away from him. It wasn't a serious injury, much less fatal, so you told Gyutaro that you were fine, it barely hurt a little when he bit. You cupped Gyutaro's cheeks between your hands and kissed his forehead. "It's okay baby, I'm fine, don't worry." Now he was feeling really bad so you took him to the futon in the room where you both lay down. Gyutaro laid his head on your still bare chest and closed his eyes as you caressed his hair. Listening to your heartbeat made him relax and he slept with you that night.
"Y/n-chan aren't you hot?" the girls of the house asked to you, it was noon but you had your hair down and clothes that covered much of your neck. "Of course i'm not!" You answered to them, you feel idiot cause all of them were cooling off with their handfans while you had to hide the bites and marks that Gyutaro left on your skin, in addition, they would take a long time to completely fade and probably he will leave new marks in their place.
I loved to write this one soooo much, pls request more horny content, i'll be grateful to you 💖 i could write some nsfw if I didn't have some inexplicable paranoia about my parents checking my phone (they don't and they haven't done it before, it's just something I'm afraid cause i'm dumb of lol) hope you ejoyed reading my little anon!
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ghostlysleuth · 2 months
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I follow you on twitter & all I gotta say is, I love the diversity in your drawings so much, I hate when people make girls all stereotypes & your art makes me feel so comfortable it’s like a warm feeling not to mention your nsfw art. It doesn’t just show the list it shows the love & affection each character has for eachother it shows how intimate & hot the moment can be but also sweet? I’m not sure I love your art too much it really makes my day to see it, but any tips on anatomy?♥️
thank you so much!! i totally get what you mean by a list, that really is what diversity can feel like sometimes. my weight and figure have fluctuated so much over the years and i've gotten enough shit from family about eating habits and how chubby i've gotten, to the point of dysmorphia, and turning to art (and not to mention seeing the vast majority of fat butch rep) to remedy it has done wonders for my body image, and i'm really glad people like how i do things.
in terms of tips, as someone who went to school for this sorta thing, i'm gonna try to make this as accessible as possible aka free resources.
timed figure drawing!
legit, you gotta draw naked people posed in intricate ways. there's literally no avoiding it, you have to draw from life and not from tutorials. obv, i'm not saying go out and attend a life drawing course -- that's expensive shit -- so here's a few options:
i use a site called quickposes, since most figure drawing galleries require subscriptions.
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you can set a timer for how long you want on each pose/reference. i recommend challenging yourself with shorter times as it helps you to get rid of any hang-ups about getting the anatomy exactly right. the drawing's got to get done by the end of the timer, don't focus on the details. just draw, be done with it, move on to the next drawing.
there's also a youtube channel that we'd use in class when a model couldn't show called new masters academy and they have a bunch of timed daily drawing exercises.
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as a general rule, don't lean on the amount of time you have. what you're wanting to do is get a FULL PICTURE on your paper as soon as possible, regardless of a long or short time. get the full figure onto the paper then use the rest of the time to fuss over details, shading, editing, etc.
do studies!
kinda similar to the last one but in the more time-consuming sense.
use pinterest. it has a lot of uses for a lot of things but i use it quite a bit for both anatomy refs and costume design inspiration. this is legit what my home page looks like now because of it.
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here's a board i made on anatomy, pulling from different body types; obviously i get a little gay wid it, but there's a verrrryyyy clear lack of certain body types in a lot of body refs like muscular women, fat women, just overall people who higher fat content than the lean, almost 0% fat of the figures seen in most tutorials and galleries:
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this is where pinterest really shines because you can find literally everything on it.
in particular, there's an account called character design references, that is basically a stockpile of references for artists. i wouldn't normally recommend artist tutorials when it comes to wanting to learn anatomy because it can get a little echo-chambery (side-eyes the male vs. female tutorials that float around on twitter all the time) but there are actually some boards that have genuine studies on the human form, even from a medical point of view.
LITERALLY JUST DRAW A LOT.
I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT OF TIME AND PRACTICE TO GET TO A CERTAIN LEVEL OF SATISFACTION.
like that's it, full stop, draw often. if you're feeling rusty, go back to basics. if you're art blocked, go back to basics. if you're bored, go back to basics.
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thewillroar · 24 days
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Favorite's Meme!
Picking someone as indecisive & rambly as me is violence but thanks regardless, @angelosearch , because it has been fun to procrastinate at work with!
Favorite Painter: I don't appreciate enough painters for anything too unique here but... Salvador Dali. So eye opening at such a young age. Surrealism was a gateway for me to experience & explore emotions in such a freeing way.
++Runner up bonus, with complete sincerity, Jackson Pollock. The abstract drops are intimate both from Pollock's impulses and where they push yours. That in all the chaos, there can still be intent & design. Little else is as calming to me as his paintings.
Favorite poet/writer: A mean question to narrow down. Do I dare consider the many screenwriters I love? Do I just go with the writers of books I've repeatedly read the most (Douglas Adams, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Charles Dickens)? Do I go with the author I've read the most of (Stephan King)? Do I go with a favorite poet despite intensely mixed feelings about them as a person (e.e. cummings)?
I think the spirit of the question is about most meaningful/impactful book writers so... For the longest while now, it's Cormac McCarthy for me. Such longing, existential spirals, often rooted in this godforsaken American south with the saddest men in the world, speak to me more depressingly & viscerally, more consistently, than any other in ages.
Favorite Band: I care about so much art so deeply, try to learn and see the layers of creating so often, but there's only so many art forms I've afforded the time to do so. Which is a warning that I don't know shit about music. Sure, my analytical mind goes off analyzing occasionally but I know I don't shit in general.
So, my respectable answer: Sleater-Kinney! Riot girl music was an awakening for me in my teens and no other band from it has stayed with me like Sleater-Kinney (even through their rollercoaster of a modern era right now).
But my real ass honest favorite band? That's going in the tags to limit bullying.
Favorite Meal & Drink: There's no one favorite. I'm already taking way too long to write this as is!
On nicest nights, omakase sushi with a couple tomago sushi pieces on the side and iced, unsweetened green tea to drink.
On casual afternoons, a double decker club sandwich with house made chips and overly carbonated soda can to drink.
On exhausted mornings, a lovingly, sloppily, homemade sausage-egg-cheese bagel breakfast sandwich with ketchup and iced cold brew coffee, black, made ideally with Mexican coffee beans.
Favorite Outfit aesthetic/style: I can vary all over the place, from aspiringly punk to athleisure to all these damn baseball jerseys. Love coming up with outfits and finding how my overly curvy body can fit into different aesthetics. But I should be honest about what I'm actually comfiest in regardless of how boring it is.
Casual office chic shit. Pixie-ponte-leggings, turtlenecks, dress shirts, fancy sweatshirts over jeans, etc.
My current favorite outfit to go out in is orange wide leg pants with a sleeveless cotton ribbed collared button up. Maybe with an extra soft cupro blazer that looks closer to a cardigan.
Favorite Singer: Reminder I don't know shit about music but...
Yoonmirae. Mixed Korean rapper/singer from Texas originally. Her album t 3 YOONMIRAE permanently altered my brain chemistry. A lot of women in the Korean rap scene rarely are full time, often going back & forth with regular k-pop and/or TV work (at least in early '00s to '10s), so I'm forever thankful she got one more swan song solo album a decade later with Gemini 2.
Favorite Item You Own: So tough because, despite what my messy office would imply, I haven't generally held on to many favorites over time. Of what's left, I could go with some of my most precious boxed games, like Ultima IV or Wing Commander IV, or first edition books, like Cormac McCarthy's final two, or artisanal hardware like my MegaSG or my comfiest clothing like my curpro sweatshirts or the Witcher Geralt bathtub statue I talk to like a rubber duck when I'm stuck on something at work.
But no, I'm going with a boring predictable answer of something I'm confident I'll have forever. Our wooden wedding memory box or, since that's technically shared, my wedding ring.
Favorite Perfume: Viva La Juicy Noir by Juicy Couture. Occasionally dabble with opposite end grassy/woodsy scents but I always come back to Juicy's Noir scent. Just love a darker, fruity scent. Simple person, simple pleasures.
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bowiebond · 2 years
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T4T BYERGROVE PART 2
FTM!JONATHAN X FTM!BILLY
CW: NONCON TURNED DUBCON / SOMNO / DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT / FEM LANGUAGE / IMPLIED STALKING / CREEP JONATHAN / MINOR ALCOHOLISM / FISTING / TOUCH STARVED!BILLY / BACKGROUND TRANSPHOBIA / SLURS / PISS
Billy’s POV this time :)
Billy was getting weekly orgasms.
Yeah, you heard him right. Some creep kept climbing in through his bedroom window and violating his sleeping body.
It was always when Billy drank too much; Friday nights. Whether he came back late from a party or got depressingly drunk in his bedroom alone, he was always under the influence to some degree. Mind fuzzy and body too warm from the alcohol, occasionally weed.
Billy didn’t know why he kept drinking when he knew what was happening. The first time, he assumed it was a weird, fucked up dream his mind conjured up. But as it happened again and again, he became sure that it was real. That and he woke up in a sticky half-dried puddle most Saturday mornings. He hated doing laundry.
He couldn’t put a face to the voice, even now. Always too disoriented from cheap booze and his own afterglow, with the guy always covering his eyes or pushing his face further into the pillow.
He hadn’t fucked him yet. Played with him, toyed with his body and made him cum every time with his fingers and tongues, sometimes more than once, but he hadn’t shoved his dick in him yet so…
Billy didn’t know how to feel about it. The first instinct when he realised what was going on was fuck someone knows. Except no one did. Not a single slur had been thrown at him at school, no disgusted looks like he used to get in California. He had stubbornly put his foot down when he was ten, around the time his mother left. He sometimes wondered if she left him behind because he was no longer her ‘little girl’, the one every mother wanted, even if he had always been boyish.
God, he had his ass handed to him at school until he bulked up and started hitting back. His dad always wanted a son, and with Max being his new princess, he begrudgingly let Billy play ‘tomboy’, even if he still spelt his name with the ‘ie’ at the end instead of the ‘y’ and grunted at him to take his hits like a man, to stop preening himself if he wanted to parade around like he was a real one.
Neil often snapped at him for indulging Max’s more traditionally masculine hobbies, but she had always been like that according to Susan, so Neil rarely took a swing at him for it. Billy did sometimes wonder if Max was like him too, and he would be the first in her corner if she was, but she seemed happy as a girl, unlike him.
In this small town, he was able to be authentic self, sure, but he hated being here instead of just another city elsewhere. If his secret got out, it wouldn’t be forgotten like in the city. This backwater shithole loved gossip and his life? It would be talk of the town for years because what is more scandalous than a some ‘faggy butch dyke queer’ playing hot shot womaniser? He doubted half of them even knew what a ‘tranny’ was but god, they’d throw that at him too if they learned.
But of course, there hasn’t been a peep about him, or his body, outside of being extremely hot and having women fawn over him. It was easy to playing the ‘bad boy is a secret gentleman’ with them to avoid unbuckling his belt.
This creep didn’t care about what was under his belt though. In fact, he seemed to like it. Talked about his cunt like it was a gift from god but never fucked it.
Billy wasn’t condoning this fuckers actions. Honestly, he would wait for him and beat the shit out of him if the circumstances were different.
What were the current circumstances, you may ask? Well, he was hiding his abandoned womanhood, he was incoherent half of the time when he did sneak in, and…Billy was kind of touch starved, okay?
It was fucked up and disgusting but he was horny and this guy told him he loved him more than once. He spent all his time surrounded by sweaty testosterone filled guys with nice asses and broad shoulders. Plus girls who had soft tits just looking to be squeezed under his hand. Billy wasn’t all that interested in romance with a chick, but women weren’t unappealing. Just didn’t get him going the same way guys did.
And this guy? Fuck, he got him going. Played his body like the violin, working him up to his crescendo until he crashed into a sticky, shaking mess. One time he even cried from how intense it got, three orgasms in and drowning in the pained pleasure as his face was shoved deeper into his pillow.
This creep was dangerous, definitely, but he was also giving Billy the one thing he had needed since he got to this shitty fucking town.
Release, a reason to think about nothing for a few hours. Billy had feared for a long time that no one would really want him, not with his body, not entirely masculine or feminine. Yet this creep had debunked his worries with his praise, the way he still referred to Billy as man even as he plunged his fingers into his pussy again and again until he was squirting into his palm and up his wrist.
It was a heady feeling, being entirely accepted by this faceless stranger who claimed to love him so dearly. A fucked up, conflicting feeling, but addicting nonetheless.
It’s probably what led to him drinking again that coming Friday night, like he always did. It was probably a problem, but whatever. Billy had loads of those as it was. At least this problem made the others easier to live with.
He was out like a light by ten, and it felt nice to crash into bed without a thought in his head and a slowly growing ache between his thighs. His body had gotten used to it, taught itself to anticipate the strangers touch every time he went to sleep. He had woken up throbbing and sticky more than once because of it. His body was becoming less Billy’s, more his, and it should scare him but it felt too nice to try stopping it.
He woke up to his body already twitching, his cunt pulsing and sheets soaked from his first orgasm already. His head was spinning as he buried his face deeper into his pillow, rocking back into the fingers deep inside him. Fuck, he was so sensitive already. Two digits, long and slim, we’re curling and rubbing as he muffled his slurred whines. He couldn’t have been asleep long. He still felt drunk.
A third slipped inside, and that was something new. He mewled, spreading his legs further. God, was he actually gonna fuck him this time? Billy shouldn’t have been so wet and wild for it, this creep was technically a fucking rapist, a stalker too probably, but he wanted it. God, he wanted it so bad, to have his virgin pussy finally fucked open and filled.
Billy always knew he was fucked in the head, but this had to be a new low, even for him.
His eyes rolled back as a forth digit teased his hole. Fuck, four fingers? Did this guy have some monster dick, or what?
“Fuck,” He groaned, turning his head to catching his breath. “C’mon, fuck me.” He propped himself up on trembling knees, baring his cunt to him with a hint of desperation. It had been weeks, hell, months of this. If this guy was gonna keep pussyfooting around it like he hadn’t already violated him more times then he could count, then he’d give him the go ahead.
“I wish I could.” He groaned from behind him, that fourth finger squeezing inside. Billy clenched around them, aching at the intrusion. If he wasn’t so aroused, he didn’t think that fourth finger would have slipped inside so easy. “God, I wish I could sink my dick into you. It would be a dream come true.”
“Then do it.” Billy moaned, rocking back into his fingers. He needed to be filled yesterday. “Take your dick out and shove it in me, creep.”
“I can’t.” His voice sounded thin, strained, and Billy gasped as those four fingers stretched him out even further, testing his limits and rubbing at his velvet walls.
Billy sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, stifling a groan, slick smearing down his thighs as the stranger fucked his fingers in and out of his cunt, obscene sounds leaving his stuffed pussy.
He gasped when a thumb teased at his already tight entrance.
“You just wanna be full, right?” He sounded breathless. “Want me inside you, right? I can be inside you, Billy.” His thumb hooked into his hole and Billy winced, whining softly as he was stretched even further, every little thrust making his entrance ache. He eyes grew glossy as the pain ebbed away, rocking back into the hand.
“Please,” He slurred, drunk on the touch, tipsy on booze. “Please. Want you to fuck me real good.” Billy mumbled and the man cursed, pushing his fingers in further. Billy fumbled to cover his mouth as he cried out softly, feeling the knuckles of his hand breach his hole. It was too much, he felt stretched thin, edging his limit. Anymore and he might break. Might tear and bleed, blood mixing with slick as he cries. He didn’t want to break, but the stranger was being gentle, delicate with him like a fragile teacup, as he filled his cunt with something thicker than a cock.
It was dizzying, feeling those fingers so deep, rubbing at spots he couldn’t reach before. He clenched around him, sucking him further, the girth of his knuckles the worst of it before his hand slipped into his hole; hot and silky and so fucking wet.
Billy moaned as fingertips pressed against the deepest part of him, pressure he had never experienced before. It felt strange, but when his fingers stroked it, his pussy shuddered and flexed, dribbles of slick slipping down his shaking thighs.
His voice broke as those fingers curled slowly into a fist, firm and heavy in his pussy as a hand rested upon his lower back.
“God, you’re gorgeous. Fuck. So warm…” He flexed his fist and Billy moaned, unable to move from how weak he felt. He was completely at this man’s mercy and he was okay with that. He wanted him to fuck him, but this would have to suffice. More than sufficed. He was so full.
“My Billy. So beautiful. Beautiful boy.” He felt lips against his spine, just below his shoulder blades, and groaned. His fist began to shift, pulling back, tugging at his rim before pressing back in deep, Billy choking on his own tongue as his knuckles brushed his cervix.
“Fuck,” He whined. “C’mon, fuck me, ruin me, shit.” He begged, dignity far behind him as that hand began to fuck in and out of his cunt. His pussy squelched, the noise ringing in his ears as it continued, wet sounds and lewd moans being forced from his body by the fist stuffing every inch of space inside him.
Fuck dick, this was as good as it could get, Billy was sure of it. Every sensitive spot inside his cunt was getting the stimulation it craved, and Billy was sure a cock couldn’t do that. God, was he a size king? He hoped when this guy did dick him down, he had a monster that would break him.
His eyes rolled back as he started to pick up pace, really fucking into his puffy pussy now, red and swollen from the abuse as the blond whined into his pillow.
He squirmed when he felt those sinful knuckles press against his bladder, his free hand reaching between his legs to play with his clit. Billy tried to ease away from the pressure, but he was insistent.
“Stop,” He slurred out, mouth covered in the taste of the cotton pillowcase he had been biting. “M gonna piss myself, man.” And this was definitely not squirt, that intense rush of pleasure; this was a painful swelling in his bladder being enticed, ready to burst the longer he circled his clit. If he came, he knew his brain would shut off and he could not allow it, not when he was seconds from pissing himself.
“You’re so close though,” He breathed hotly against his lower back. “C’mon, I don’t care, wanna watch you, so pretty.” He was babbling now, fuck, there was no getting through to his intruder now.
Billy buried his face in his pillow, rocking into the stimulation, knowing he didn’t get much of a choice this close to the edge.
His body tensed up as he came, cunt tight around his wrist, squeezing his moving fist. He was writhing with pleasure as the man continued to roll his clit, even as it began to hurt. He slumped down onto the bed, legs too weak to hold himself up, and moaned softly as the fist began to unfurl, still thrusting slowly. His body went lax and Billy was mortified by the hot puddle of piss that grew under him, unable to hold it back any longer now that every muscle in his pelvis had stopped working.
The intruder groaned, pulling out of his drenched pussy. When he grabbed his ass, he could feel his own slick smearing across it, an apology somewhere on his tongue for the pee but unable to leave his lips as he drowned in his afterglow.
He groaned as the man straddled his thighs, pressing his scratchy trousers against his flushed, sensitive skin. Then he rutted against him and it struck Billy then that there was no bulge. It was completely flat, the heat of it permeating through the pants as the stalker panted into his ear, quiet moans pitched and breathy as he rolled his hips. Grinding on him to get off.
Billy moaned, eyes fluttering open as he reached back blindly to grab at his waistband. The man whined softly at being stilled, but he gasped when that same hand slipped into his boxers.
He was wet. Soaked. God, Billy was exhausted and his pussy still throbbed weakly at the knowledge.
He whimpered pathetically in his ear and Billy pitied him enough to rub at his slick sex, hooking his finger into the hood of his clit. He rocked into his touch, desperate, dropping his forehead against his head. Brown hair fell into his eyes and he catalogued it absentmindedly as he drove two fingers into his hole, bringing them back to his clit to circle it again and again.
“Billy, Billy, fuck, love you, shit, can’t believe you’re touching me,” He rambled in a wheezy breath, knees squeezing his thighs. The stranger had to be close. Billy could feel the piss beneath them growing cold, soaked into the knees of the others trousers.
“My wrist’s cramping. Hurry up.” It was mean but it made the man on top of him shudder and throb, taking his wrist in his dirty hand and grinding into his palm greedily. He was making his hand filthy just like his.
He came with a muffled cry into Billy’s curls, his squirt trickling down his palm and wrist as he continued to hump his hand.
“Love you, love you so much, thank you, thank you,” He panted against his face, and if Billy squinted, he thought he could make some features out in the corner of his eye, but it was too dark.
“You’re tired.” He said softly, removing his hand, linking it with his own slick hand.
It was gross. It was also kind of sweet.
“Sleep.” Billy groaned softly, eyes drooping. His fucking bed…it was going to smell like piss now. Gross.
A kiss was bestowed upon his brow.
“I’ll be back next week.” It should have been a threat. It felt more like a date. A weird, fucked up date.
Billy couldn’t care less. A date was a date.
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harlowtales · 11 months
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“You never told me you have a Daddy fetish.” Jack said in a slightly higher voice because he was trying to appear cool and not concerned at all.
“It’s just something I noticed about myself not too long ago, but it’s not really important.” You reasoned
“A fetish is an obsession isn’t it?” Jack leaned in wanting to know where he could take this new found knowledge.
“Not really, more like….a heightened…umm… very specific interest.” You replied while flipping through your magazine.
You and Jack just started working at Chic-Fil-A together. He was so cute with his curls in his face talking about how he got next in the rap game. It kind of got heated between you 2 at a work thing when he first started. His nonchalant demeanour was hard to ignore. He was just figuring himself out after high school but was so adorable and kind of sexy. He made you feel a bunch of different ways at the same time, but overall he was so easy to talk to and confide in. Nothing would come of it because you just got out of something and were a bit older. One day on break you were talking about fantasies and you revealed you had a daddy fetish.
“So, you only like older men then?” Jack inquired
“Not really, but I…” You fidgeted under the pressure of the question. You felt your palms start to sweat. “I like the power differential. Like whoever I’m with in the bedroom and maybe outside of it is..dominant you know? But its a bit like a game. Not on some sick shit, but..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” You said closing your magazine and awkwardly checking the time on your phone. “Time to go back” you said bringing the discussion to a permanent close as far as you were concerned.
“Whoah…you’re not leaving it like that.” Jack said stopping you from heading back in. “We got 7mins left”
“Jack I’d rather not. I’m sorry you’ll have to let it go ok?” You said placing your hand on his chest and looking up at him and smiling.
A surge of energy went through Jack’s body at your touch. He decided to google this daddy thing when he got off work. After a quick search when he was off his shift, Jack couldn’t believe what he was reading. “Urb, check this shit out man. He said showing Urban his phone. This the type shit y/n likes.”
“Da fuk? Her? No way!” Urban said as he was putting the chairs on the tables to start mopping for closing. He had a joint behind his ear ready to cut the lights and lock up.
“You like y/n huh.” Urban stated as much as he asked as they caught the bus to the open mic that night. He knew his best friend’s type. Sweet, cute, smart, laughed at his jokes, and ambitious. You were a Philosophy major. Jack wondered what you would do with that these days, but he loved to hear you talk about it. It opened up his mind. You were helping his music without knowing it. It made him more creative after talking to you about life and he could hit the booth and just flow.
“She’s different bro. I can’t explain it.” Jack said. “We talk and talk. This shit just intimidates me.”
“You? Intimidated?” Urban was surprised. The way Jack was chasing his dreams he didn’t often remember his friend had insecurities or even fears.
“She’s just so dope and now this?” Jack said discouraged. He was just gaining experience with women outside of high school girls and if this is what was out there he was afraid to look inexperienced.
The open mic night was a late one. Jack and Urban were falling asleep on the bus when Jack got your text. You had been thinking about what you told him and how it affected him. You couldn’t deny your attraction for him, but he was younger and you worked together, it would make things weird. In spite of all this reasoning you found yourself texting “Hey I can’t sleep.”
Jack shot up out of dozing off and hurriedly texted back as if you would disappear on the other end if he delayed a second. “I’m here.” He messaged back “You ok?”
“Do you think I’m dirty?” You texted cautiously
Jack felt himself starting to rise at your question and the sweet way you asked it “No. I… I think it’s cool you told me.” He answered.
“Can you come by? Are you busy?” You replied
“I would love too, but I can’t.” He lied as he swallowed hard. “I have a thing early tomorrow”
“Ok no worries. Have a good night Jack.” You were just mortified. Now he knew a secret about you. You liked him, and thought he liked you, but he was just being a nice guy.
The next day at work you decided to just focus on what you were doing. You weren’t in a chit chatty mood. Especially with Jack. “I need 3 spicy chicken sandwiches with no mayo.” You said to the back. Jack shot you a little grin and waved from the back as he had just come on shift but you barely acknowledged him. He noticed this change in your attitude as he noticed everything about you. At break time he couldn’t find you as you avoided the usual back area where you and him sat and talked and went for a walk on campus. After work he cornered you as you closed together. “You mop and I’ll close the till ok?” You ordered.
Jack said not a word and grabbed the mop. As you closed the till and wiped down the counter with intensity he knew he had to approach you. As he put the mop away he waved his hand in your face. “Hey y/n, da fuck is wrong with you? You aight?”
You stopped cleaning for a second and just nodded yes. He came up behind you. “Hey” you heard his deep smooth voice say with more force now. “It’s just us here. Tell me what’s wrong.” This slightly more commanding energy made something rise up in you but you tried to push it away.
“I said I’m good.” You confirmed believing this would frustrate him and he’d go away.
“And I said….Tell me what’s wrong.” He towered over you, looking directly down on you.
“Jack stop.” Is all you could say feeling yourself folding and putting a hand to his chest as if that would halt him getting ever closer to you.
“Remember that little moment we had in the bathroom at the work party?” He asked closing in.
“Um yeah, what about it?” You said flippantly
“Did you like it?” He asked his eyebrow raised in anticipation of your answer.
“Jack I can’t.” You said almost in tears attempting to push him away, but he was firmly holding you now.
“Cut the lights.” He said in a low serious tone.
You found yourself obeying him and turned off all the lights in the front of the store. He led you to the back staff room with a couch. “Whatever you’re thinking its a no. I am older than you and…” You started to protest
Jack completely ignored you as he kissed you slightly at first as if to get a taste and shut you up. He continued to back you into a wall as he pressed his soft lips into yours and locked in your delicious tongue. You hadn’t noticed he already locked the door and dimmed the lights. Your head was spinning. He was a sweet kid. Who was this commanding man? What was happening?
His curls cascaded out of his hat as he took it off. He slipped his work tshirt over his head to reveal his smooth skin and chest heaving with controlled excitement. Then he slowly slipped off his pants and his underwear as he looked at you directly with his piercing blue eyes. You hid your face behind your hands as you couldn’t believe how large it was and how hard it was getting. “Take everything off.” He demanded in his raspy drawl. “Slowly. I want to see it all.” He said as he separated the belt from his pants.
You followed his orders taking off your hat and slinking out of your work shirt. Jack stared at you with the belt in his teeth. Your mind was racing wondering what he was planning on doing with it. “I never should have told him about my fetish.” You thought regrettably
“Come on now the pants.” Jack said impatiently
“But… you said go slow.” You said removing your pants faster.
Jack came closer to you with the belt. “Did you just speak?” He said “Bend over.”
He slid the belt down your back. The smooth leather went cool on your warm skin as it trailed down to your behind. Jack let go a sharp and light snap on your tender cheek.
“Uughh god!” You exclaimed through clenched teeth. He soothed your pain by caressing and kissing where it had turned red and sore.
He began to circle around you as you slipped one bra strap off your shoulder, then another. He took a step back as your soft breasts spilled out and gazed at them, taking you all in. He ran a finger across each nipple making you shiver and reached into your underwear to test your pool of passion. He pushed 3 fingers into you making you moan as you weren’t ready and removed them with a side grin as he saw how much you craved him.
“Open your mouth” He whispered in your ear.
You did as you were told and sucked intently on his finger wet with your juices as you looked him in the eye. “Mmmmm.” You said seductively
“Does daddy’s little girl like that?” He asked sweetly
You nodded in agreement filled with excitement at how well Jack knew the games you wanted to play.
“As long as your good I won’t have to spank you.” He said sternly.
You were tingling with delight. You were so concerned with Jack thinking weird things about you and here he was indulging you in your fantasies. You wanted to play and you want to play with him. Suddenly you felt another snap of the belt on your behind. You covered your mouth to not scream in pain but it quickly turned to intense pleasure.
“Jack.” You said after the sting left
“Mmmm?” He said kissing your neck and caressing your shoulders
“Can I trust you?” You asked turning around and looked up at him
“Hey… he said drawing you close. I’m totally a safe place for you. I really care about you y/n.” Jack breathed touching his nose to yours.
“You don’t have to do anything crazy to show me you care. I shouldn’t have said anything about some stupid fetish. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you have to do this to get my attention because you have it 100%. Ok? Daddy.” Jack raised his eyebrow at you calling him Daddy. He had to admit it fed all his Alphaness.
“So I can drop this stupid belt?” He said. “Did my spanking hurt?”
“Yes but I liked it.” You said biting your bottom lip
Jack engulfed you in his big arms. You both stood there naked. “I’m cold” you said
“Ok sorry baby. Let’s go to your dorm and warm up.” He said kissing you.”
“What the hell were we doing?”He laughed.
“Ha! You killed it though. I actually believed for a second… Daddy.” You said as you and Jack entered your apartment.
“What do you mean you believed it for a second?” Jack said offended.
“Well I mean you’re a sweetheart Jack. Being dominant isn’t your thing.” You said as you tidied up as you weren’t prepared for a guest.
Without warning Jack smacked your ass hard with an open hand. “Oooowwww! WTF?!” You squealed. He pushed you onto your couch and pinned you down.
“How dare you say I’m a sweetheart?” Jack growled as he started kissing you on your stomach and fondling your breasts.
“Come on Jack.” You started to laugh, but quickly saw he wasn’t laughing.
“That’s Daddy to you.” He said seriously as he pulled your pants off and his own. Immediately he stuck it in and muffled your cries by pressing his lips to yours.
“Jack!!!” You exclaimed into his hand as he thrust into you. He pushed your legs back and put his full weight on you his full size expanding your space.
“My god” you moaned loudly your eyes reaching for an explanation.
“Fuck..” Jack breathed. He had wanted to taste you for so long. All the fooling around and months of tension. He was finally inside of you, your back arching, walls tightening and collapsing as you climaxed. It was rough and deep. Your mind couldn’t believe that sweet, kind Jack was ramming his hips into yours. Jack took one of your breasts in his mouth sucking hard while biting your nipple. You winced in pain and a smile crept onto his face. Your nails sank into his back as you clenched around him. He gave you no break and continued pushing into you, his swollen head rubbing your G-Spot.
“Jack please! I came, I need a break” You whispered weakly.
“No.” He said firmly looking into your eyes and increasing his intensity. Tears started to roll silently down your cheeks as you felt a sensation into your inner thighs. He kept up the pace of throbbing pressure and pleasure. You felt his pulsating head pull out of you abruptly as he pinned down your arms with his knees and released into your warm tight throat.
You drank his thick creamy essence in satisfaction. He flopped on the couch heaving in a sweaty mess. His curls sticking to his forehead. He wanted you to be more than a friend and now he didn’t know how you felt. You stayed on your back, wiping his dripping cum from the side of your mouth deep in thought.
“Y/n” Jack said out of breath “what are you thinking?”
“Just that…I thought you were so sweet and how could you satisfy my appetite is beyond me. I’m just soaking it all in.” You mused.
“And drinking it you nasty freak.” Jack said as he propped himself up on his elbow looking at you with that sleepy side grin.
“Jack, I know you’re going to blow up.” You said looking at him while lighting a joint. You were so satisfied you needed to smoke.
“You think so” he said shyly looking down and awkwardly adjusting his glasses.
“You definitely will and I’ll always be a fan.” You said ruffling his curls.
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thewarriorspecial · 9 months
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And I Slowly Fall To Pieces
*Archive Edition* Previously only linked to AO3, full work now available under the cut.
Rating: Explicit | 2.7k | Guy Gardner/Kyle Rayner/Original Female Character
Additional Tags: Threesome - F/M/M, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs
Guy and Kyle are roommates and best friends. They share a lot of things. Lately, their hobby is picking up women together.
My take, in my weird little universe, on how Guy and Kyle get together.
"I usually love sleepin’ all alone This time around, bring your friend with you But we aint really gonna sleep at all"
It’s not often Guy leaves the comfort of his own bar to chase skirt, Kyle’s or otherwise. He doesn’t know when the last DJ convention was, but this snare drum laden robot fart music ain’t doin’ it for him. The only thing he can hear clearly is his own teeth vibrating. But they’re here because Kyle loves this shit. He loves the chase and Guy indulges him as often as he can.
“Often, often, girl, I do this often,” Kyle sings the lyrics into the ear of the beautiful girl grinding on his thigh. She lets Kyle dip her back as he drags his lips along her throat. Guy could watch him do this all night. Kyle’s in his element and even though he’s a shit tier dancer his game with women is deific. Guy thinks it’s the eyes. Personal opinion.
Guy watches the girl run her hands all over Kyle’s half-tucked button-up and feels his pulse thunderclap in the storm of lust and jealousy building in his chest. She was hot in a lot of the same ways Kyle was hot. She was toned and petite. Her little crop top showed off the dimples in her back and a cute flower tattoo that disappeared beneath her mini-skirt. She had dark wavy hair that just touched her shoulders and some of the sweat-damp curls stuck to her neck. Her heavy eye makeup made her light eyes seem to glow in the dim light.
Kyle looks up from the girl’s ample cleavage with a smirk. Soon he’s gonna bring her over and charm them all into coming back to his apartment. It’s insane. He comes to the same place, with the same song requests and the same lines and scores like Ovechkin coming from the left circle. Like, come on, you see him there. You know what’s coming. And Guy’s gonna let it happen. He’s gonna pour himself into goin’-out clothes he hasn’t worn since college, grab the keys to the Firebird, and stand right in front of that wrist shot on the off chance Kyle gets drunk enough to kiss him again.
That night would live in Guy’s head for the rest of his life. Kyle had been railing that tall, curvy blonde on the kitchen table when Guy, transfixed, reached a hand out to caress her body. His fingers travelled over her breasts, her belly, down her thigh, and then over Kyle’s bicep, down his ribs and over his hip until Guy had an unintentional handful of Kyle’s perfect ass. Kyle had turned, eyes alight and teeth bared and Guy was sure he was getting clocked. But Kyle had clamped his hand on the back of Guy’s head and dragged him down for a filthy, open-mouthed kiss.
Normal people had their awakenings when they saw an actor or a classmate that made them feel things. Guy realized he was definitely into men mid-threesome as he contemplated how much he’d like to shove his fingers up his best friends’s ass. Life’s funny that way.
Now Kyle’s headed towards the bar with his prey in tow. He’s grinning like a cat that’s about to drop a half-dead kill in Guy’s lap. Guy smiles to himself as he sips his drink and looks away, like he hasn’t been watching them this entire time. He’s slouching against the bar, one leg draped over a barstool like he’s saving a seat for someone else. His outfit is understated, black jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket. He doesn’t like to think about clothes too much; he can’t really tell colors apart and they all clash with his hair anyways. And he’s been told on no uncertain terms that the amount of neon green and leopard print in his possession is a violation of the highest order.
Kyle introduces Lacey and she offers Guy her hand, palm facing down. Guy unfolds himself into his full height, enjoying the way her glossy lips part and her pretty eyes travel down his body and back up. He takes her hand gently, kissing her knuckles. He lets his voice go low and raspy as he leans in to rumble in her ear, “Nice to meet you.”
Lacey’s free hand hovers over Guy’s chest in an unspoken question so Guy takes both of her hands and lays them right on his pecs. He steps closer, pressing her between himself and Kyle, “We doing drinks or are you ready to get out of here?” He rumbles in Kyle’s ear now and he can feel Lacey shiver.
“I know, she’s so hot right?” Kyle’s grinning ear to ear, one arm still wrapped around Lacey and one hand resting on Guy’s arm.
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Guy asks Lacey, “Two for the price of one?” When Lacey only nods he asks, “How drunk are you?”
“Oh, I’m good. I only had two drinks. And I can handle my drinks. I’m a total lush!” Lacey laughs and tucks her hair behind her ear.
“That so?” Guy asks with a challenging grin, “You ever done anything like this before?”
Lacey giggles again, briefly coving her face with her hand. She leans in like she’s telling Guy a secret, “Only once in college. With another girl!”
“Oh you’re fun. You hear that, Kyle?” Guy asks and Kyle nods vigorously. The fingers of his free hand are trailing under the hem of her skirt, “She’s had practice.”
“So have we,” Kyle whispers huskily, eyes locked on Guy’s as he mouths Lacey’s neck again. The two men share a smile as they gently tease the woman pressed between them and she clutches Guy’s shirt like a lifeline.
“Let’s hit it, then,” Guy makes a show of picking up the clearly badged key from where it rested on the bar-top. He throws an arm over Kyle’s shoulders, nudging Lacey in front of them as they exit the club.
——
In this moment, kneeling on Kyle’s bed, watching Kyle curl his tongue over Lacy’s clit in slow, doting strokes—Guy decides he might be in love. Or at least in awe.
Guy’s only ever gone down on Tora a handful of times. She was the quiet type too so he really had no idea if he was any good at it. Between Lacey’s thrashing and the puddle growing under Kyle’s chin he was obviously an expert.
Kyle was over there doing all kinds of things Guy had never thought of. With no internet on Oa, Guy didn’t really have porn to fill in the blanks either. Guy’s best friend, who he was in love with had a small, manageable crush on, was teaching him how to eat pussy by proxy. Kyle would turn his head, flip his hand over, change speed, alternate sucking and humming. It was hypnotic.
After a loud slurp, Kyle sat back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, fingers slick and shiny, “You doin’ okay, big guy?”
“Yeah, big guy,” Lacey echoed, dazed as she stretches to touch Guy’s knee.
“Yeah,” Guy says, clearing his throat, “Yeah. M’good.”
“Well, don’t be shy,” Kyle gestures to the beautiful woman stretched out in front of him.
“Right, right,” Guy crawls stiffly across the bed, crouching where Kyle had been, all of his extra height spilling over Lacey’s body. He was too nervous to go straight for the prize so he started by pushing Lacey’s crop top up, gently pinching and rubbing her nipples.
“Oh, God,” Lacey’ back arched and her thighs wrapped around Guy’s waist.
“Take your jacket off and stay a while, chief,” Kyle said as he started pulling Guy’s jacket off from behind. Lacey sat up suddenly, reaching to help Kyle slowly slide the jacket down Guy’s massive arms. As Kyle pulled the jacket away, Lacey was already pushing Guy’s shirt up. Her hands flew to his abs and Guy felt the tips of Kyle’s fingers dragging along his skin as his shirt was pulled off too. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped. He kept his eyes on Lacey, hoping Kyle didn’t notice. Kyle was so close Guy could feel the heat of his skin on the back of his neck.
His skin, Guy thought as he realized Kyle had taken his own clothes off too. “Jesus,” Guy whispers as Lacey opens his fly and starts working his jeans off. Guy sits up on his knees to give Lacey room and he freezes when he feels the tip of Kyle’s warm, hard cock bump against his back.
“Sorry,” Kyle says with a shy laugh as he climbs back onto the bed and stretches out. He props himself up on one elbow, to watch Guy presumes, and Guy’s mouth goes dry. Kyle looks so fucking good laid out on the dark sheets like that. Guy had certainly had some thoughts before. He was curious. He knew he loved women, but he really liked women that felt like his equal. He had a special place in his heart for tiny tomboys and tall, buff girls that could kick his ass. And now here was Kyle. He had a very pretty face, but he was very male. And that was not a turn-off.
“Oh, wow,” Lacey sighs when she finally has Guy’s too-tight jeans out of the way. She wraps both of her hands around Guy’s length and still has some to spare. Guy jumps at the touch but he cannot tear his eyes away from Kyle because Kyle’s stroking himself languidly and staring right back. Another groan is ripped out of Guy and whether its from Lacey’s tongue lapping at his dick or watching Kyle touch his own, Guy’s not too sure.
Guy leans back, Lacey comes up on all fours and tosses her hair out of the way, and Kyle scoots to get behind her. Guy feels Lacey moaning around his cock and it makes the insides of his thighs tremble. He feels as much as he hears her slurping and softly gagging as she enthusiastically tries to fit as much of Guy into her throat as she can.
“Easy honey, I’m a big boy. We got all night,” Guy tries to keep his voice steady and he realizes the slurping is coming from behind Lacey and Kyle’s neck deep in her pussy again. Guy closes his eyes and rests his hand behind Lacey’s head, just gently encouraging her rhythm without pushing too hard. He listens to the soft little sounds coming from the pair and thinks about how badly he wants to fuck them both. Just pull Kyle down right next to her and pound right into both of them, one after the other, back and forth. She’s obviously down, but wondering how much Kyle would let him get away with is intriguing. He can almost imagine the head of dark, wavy hair between his legs is Kyle. And then Lacey. And then Kyle. Yeah that’s going in the Spank Bank vault.
Kyle emerges from behind Lacey and starts crawling towards Guy. His chin and fingers are dripping wet again. That image is going in the vault too. Guy keeps his hands firmly planted on Lacey so they don’t do anything stupid.
“She tastes so good, Guy.”
“Oh yeah?” Guy cups his hand around Lacey’s chin and gently brings her up for a slow, sensual kiss. Lacey moans and climbs into his lap. As she grinds against him, he can feel her warm, wet lips sliding up and down his shaft like a sweet little hug. “Mm, you’re right. She does.”
Before Guy can carry on kissing Lacey, Kyle grabs Guy’s face with his cool, damp fingers and seals his mouth over Guy’s. Kyle’s tongue pushes into Guy’s mouth and Guy realizes that salty sweetness he’s swallowing isn’t spit. He cock jumps so hard he misses twice as he grabs Lacey’s hips and slides her halfway down his length. He knows he should slow down and take his time with his heavy equipment but he’s lost between Lacey’s heat and Kyle’s mouth. He feels Lacey’s tongue lapping at his cheek where Kyle’s wet fingers have his jaw in a death grip.
Guy has to twist away so he can breathe, “Save some for our guest, bud.” Kyle grabs Lacey roughly by the hair and kisses her breathless too.
“God, please,” Lacey begs between kisses as she struggles in Guy’s lap, “Please fuck me. Please.” Guy shoulders his way passed Kyle, breaking off their kiss as he lays Lacey on her back. She’s so tight and he tries to start a slow, steady pace but Kyle’s hands are at the small of his back, pushing him forward. Lacey pulls her knees to her chest and becomes a shivering, moaning mess. “Don’t stop,” she begs as her head falls back, “don’t stop.”
Kyle’s hands work slow circles on Guy’s back, like he’s working up the confidence to touch more. Guy shifts his weight onto one arm so he can get a hold of Kyle’s arm and pull him down next to Lacey. Kyle’s back barely hits the sheets and he’s already sitting up, “I—I’m sorry, I don’t know what—“
“Easy baby,” Guy says, stroking Kyle’s belly, ‘We’re good. C’mere,” he pulls Kyle right up against Lacey’s side. She turns to kiss Kyle and Kyle takes her hand, threading their fingers together. The whole bed rocks with Guy’s movements and Kyle starts stroking himself to Guys’ rhythm with his eyes fixed on where Guy and Lacey’s bodies are joined. Guy takes in the hazy look in Kyle’s eyes, the way his bangs are clinging to his sweaty face, how good the salt of his sweat smells combined with the sweetness of Lacey’s wetness.
Fuck it, Guy thinks as he wraps his free hand around Kyle’s cock. Kyle’s hand reaches up to twist in the sheets above his head. His legs fall open and his head tips back. His resonating growls follow Lacey’s sweet moans like an echo. Their knuckles are turning white where their hands are joined, clinging to each other as Guy works them both towards orgasm.
“Holy fuck,” Kyle growls as his toes curl. Holy fuck, Guy thinks as he realizes he was too stupid to put a fucking condom on and the familiar coil of heat at the base of his spine is about to snap. He feels Lacey’s nails gently scratch at his pecs.
“Fuck yeah, cum for me, fill me up,” Lacey croons. Kyle makes a sound like he got punched in the gut and wet heat flows over Guy’s wrist and forearm.
Guy does as he’s told and cums so hard his hamstrings try to cramp. He hopes no one mentions the embarrassingly high noise that ripped out of his throat. With the last of his strength he shoves himself into the middle of the pile and accidentally wipes the sweat off his face with his cum drenched hand.
“Ugh. When I can feel my feet, we’re getting showers,” Guy complains. Curious, he licks tentatively at the back of his hand. He turns to face Kyle who’s wide eyed and flushed. “You uh, You taste really good too.”
“Thanks, I think,” Kyle says with the hint of a shy smile working its way through the stress lines on his face.
“You’re more than welcome to stay here,” Guy says to Lacey but she’s already passed out and quietly snoring. “Well,” Guy says, suddenly sitting bolt upright and scooting to the edge of the bed, “Uh,” he gathers his clothes from the floor without looking at Kyle, “See you in the morning?”
“Yeah. Maybe we can talk then?”
“Of course,” Guy shuffles to the door, stops, and turns back. Kyle’s sitting up with his arms wrapped around his knees and he’s chewing his lip. Guy crosses the distance between them. He looks into those lovely eyes for a long moment, hoping to be thunderstruck with the right thing to say. When nothing comes to mind he does what feels right instead. He leans down and gently pecks Kyle on the lips. Kyle’s eyes slide closed and he returns the gesture. “Look kid, we’re friends no matter what. Everything else is gonna fall into place no matter what, okay?”
Kyle smiles, that radiant grin of his, and Guy tucks him in.
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