#( even men can;t fight for women's rights )

[melpcmene]

I am here-- I am awake-- I am alive-- ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[toji-girl]

this is for @dizazter-dragoon who asked for #30 from these prompts with t. fushiguro! I am so glad we found each other again! I deactivated my last blog so this is my new one lmaooo I hope you're doing well! and I'll do Hawks in a separate post ♡

tags: fem reader + explicit smut + makeup sex + slight daddy kink + creampie + slight dry humping + jealous! Toji wants to knock you up + comments and reblogs are always appreciated ♡

"I can't believe you would say that to my boss! That man signs off on my paychecks!" You growled as you reached up for the heavy earrings you put on earlier to take them off, the weight of them being gone was almost orgasmic as you pushed open the front door with a huff.

Your husband Toji followed after you grumbling something under his breath. "He wouldn't stop staring at your tits, what's the big deal?" He asked kicking his shoes off as the both of you stood in the entryway.

You looked at him and slipped your high heels off putting them on the rack then Toji's next, the force of slamming them down made the metal rack shake. "The big deal is that you told him that you were going to pluck his eyes out and put them in his dirty martini!"

He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the look that overtook the older man's face as he snaked his arm around your waist while you gushed with apologies and how your husband has no manners.

Toji shrugged his jacket off as he followed after you again, one large hand unknotted his tie as you paced the living room glaring at him when he plopped down on the couch man spreading obnoxiously.

"I don't care if that fucker built the entire damn buildin' from the ground up, no one looks at my wife that way, but me." He replied gruffly and frankly quite irritated that the night was turning sour.

The room was filled with a palpable tension that felt suffocating as you both stared at each other while you reached under your dress to roll your stockings off with an eye roll. "It was just a look Toji!"

He threw his head back and laughed as he finally got his tie loosened around his neck, his free hand grabbed the edge to wrap it around his fist as he sat back more. "Don't you always whine and bitch about women looking at me? What is that you say they do? Oh, that's right. 'Eye fucking me'. That's what your boss was doing to you." He hissed.

"I do not bitch and whine when other women look at you! It's just when they can see me next to you holding your hand they still look at you like that and you're one to talk! Mr. I Threaten People With Physical Violence For Looking At My Wife!" You shot back angrily.

Green eyes watched you shimmy your dress up higher until it bunched around your waist giving him a good view of your silk panties and he knew you were wearing the matching bra set.

He wanted to reach out and grab your wrist to pull you on his lap and give you an attitude adjustment but instead, he let you have your moment as you paced the living room undressing yourself for him.

"You just can't go around trying to knock heads together Toji because guess what!? You have a pretty wife and I have a sexy-as-sin husband, you are sex on legs! It-" You stopped and threw your hands in the air with a sigh of defeat as you sat down in your chair.

Toji rubbed at the shadow of stubble that began to grow as he finished unbuttoning his shirt letting it hang out as the both of you sat there stewing in your own anger, and you and him both knew that the whole fight was truly ridiculous, and really petty at this point.

Silence filled the room, but it still sounded so loud.

It was clear that this was going to happen. Women would check your husband out, even some men did and you would be complimented and flirted with whenever you two went out for dinner or something.

You both needed to get over it.

"I don't want to fight, but you can't tell my boss that, again, without him, I wouldn't have a job, and after tonight, he won't even look at me in the eyes. You got in his face...which was hot...seeing you like that." Your voice was quiet when you admitted it as you crawled into his lap.

Toji's lips curled into a smirk, the scar on the corner parted when he spoke. "I won't do it again, but I can't promise anything." He snaked both thick arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him.

You rolled your eyes playfully running your fingers through his hair and looking into his eyes grateful that you had a husband who wouldn't let anyone disrespect you, no matter who it was or they thought they were.

"I hope you don't have anything important going on tomorrow because you won't be able to walk." He murmured letting his fingertips trail down your neck and then to your bra strap that he unclasped with ease letting it fall into his lap hearing you gasp.

He traced your curves making you suck in a breath, he knew the art of teasing you until he had you melted into a puddle. Large hands cupped your ass as you found his mouth in a needy kiss.

Your tongue danced with his as he ripped your panties off, the audible rip of them made you pull away from him ready to give him an ear full. "Don't worry doll, daddy will buy you a new one." He teased knowing that nickname made you ten types of flustered.

When he leaned in for another kiss you nipped his bottom lip and scooted back his thick and powerful thighs rumpling his slacks as you pulled his belt from the loops on his pants before popping his button and tugging his boxers down the best you could.

"Impatient, much?"

Toji loved to tease you anytime he could but this time you ignored him and freed his cock that stood tall and thick, a few small veins pulsed under the warm and silky flesh while the biggest one throbbed under your palm as you wrapped it around him slowly.

His head fell back as you jerked your fist up and down while you moved to straddle one thigh humping it as you leaned in to let a glob of spit drip down to your enclosed fist, the wet shlick shlick of the handjob filled both of your ears as you sought his mouth again.

Your tongue slid against his eating his soft moans as you rutted your pussy against his slacks feeling the lack of friction irritate you which is something your husband didn't miss, not with how you pouted.

Before you knew it you were staring up at the ceiling with your husband slotted between your legs spreading them obscenely open to accommodate him and his hulk of a body, he slid his hands up to the back of your knees pushing your legs back to your ears almost.

"I think you just need me to fuck the attitude out of you, don't ya?" He grinned down at you slapping the length of his cock against your slicked-up pussy that fluttered around nothing, desperate to be filled.

You grabbed the back of his neck pulling him down to kiss him deeply as your other hand reached down to rub the tip up and down gathering more slick before pushing him inside slowly.

With his sack resting against the curve of your ass Toji pulled out agonizingly slow letting you feel how hard he was until just the tip was inside your gushing pussy he pushed back in quickly and sharply.

He huffed in your ear as he pressed down more into you keeping you pinned onto the couch cushions as he rolled his hips making sure to angle his cock deep inside you, hearing you gasp his name made him go harder fuking you into the couch almost making the frame shake.

The image of those men complimenting you about your promotion but why the hell were their eyes glued to your chest? "I should knock you up, fill up those pretty tits with milk, and then maybe those fuckers will know better than to look at my wife." He grunted deeply.

"Yes! Toji!" Those two words were the only thing you could babble out as he pushed you closer to your orgasm that ripped open at the seams taking you down into a pit of pleasure that consumed you.

Feeling your pussy milk him, Toji's own climax didn't take long either.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, slowing his pace down to give both of you reprive as he filled you, thick and warm with his cum that coated the both of you as you both lay there panting.

"I love you, baby." You whispered when he pulled back to look at you, your words caused him to smile and give you a sweet kiss pouring all his love and emotions into one simple act.

[newtonsheffield]

Molly, just look at how close they are holding each other compared to the other couples in the background. And Anthony looks like he's still in awe of her a year later.

The hilarious thing is Anthony has always been about maintaining no his family’s image in society. Season 1, that was his mission in life. Same to some extent in Season 2. He wanted to find a wife who would uphold the Bridgerton family name respectfully.

Now here he is, inviting His Beautiful Wife to do the regency equivalent of grinding followed by a slut drop.

Anthony, my man, no one’s going to take her off you again. I just know that this man has bodily stepped in front of other men talking to his wife in case it leads to a dance. And Kate probably lets him because he has a charming twinkle in his eye and she actually loves dancing with him. She kind of loves that while so many women’s husbands retire to drink brandy and gamble away the moment that should be set aside for their children if they even attend at all her husband is not.

Her husband has been kind to his sisters, commiserating that they don’t want to dance with foolish gentlemen and then he seeks her out. He finds time for her in his evening. She doesn’t even have to beg him to dance with her. It’s always his idea and the way he holds her still leaves her a little breathless, even a year into their marriage. He deposits her back with his mother or his brothers or sisters before he leans in and lets his lips brush her cheek before he murmurs in her ear.

“I’ll get you something to drink, Love. You look awfully flushed.”

There’s that annoying, cheeky, twinkle in his eyes when he pulls back, the same charming smile that slides right off his face when Benedict smirks,

“Can I have a drink, brother?”

Anthony blinked at him, “Of course you can. Fortunately, you’ve been blessed with two legs and two arms to fetch it yourself with.” He turned to the other ladies present. “Mother, Lady Danbury? Could Benedict and I fetch you a drink as well?”

Benedict grumbled something about being treated like a pack horse as Anthony tugged him away and the way Anthony winked at her before he left made her cheeks flush stupidly again. And it’s not long until the other ladies of the ton descend.

“Lady Bridgerton, we’ve not seen you since the wedding. The viscount seems… awfully enamored. Whatever is your trick?”

Kate laughed, feeling a little sad for these women who were never lucky enough to find the person who felt like their other half. She wouldn’t have done either were it not for a twist of fate. “There’s not any trick. He and I simply… enjoy one another’s company.”

“Lord, but isn’t it awfully hard work having him around all the time? Send him back to the country if you need a break.”

Kate bit off a surprised chuckle, “I must confess I’m yet to grow tired of him. Even when he’s a little grumpy he’s awfully amusing.”

“Ahh Ladies!” Anthony said as though having to fight through the crowd of women to get back to his wife was something that delighted him rather than annoyed him. “My dear brother was just saying how little he’d had to fortune to dance this evening. Perhaps you’ve your dance cards at the ready for him.”

Benedict looked as though he’d murder Anthony the next time they were alone and Kate didn’t bother to bite back her smile as Anthony giggled. The noise several years younger than he was. As though in this he was still the cheeky boy who’d helped his father put glue in Benedict’s shoes.

“And you? My Lord?”

Anthony sighed disappointedly, “I’m sorry to say that Lady Bridgerton has claimed all of my dances this evening.” He turned to Kate, grinning wickedly, “Love, you’re still looking flushed. Perhaps you should drink your lemonade in the fresh air.”

Kate nodded, “I think so, Darling.”

He tucked her hand into his arm, one hand still holding her glass and swept her away towards the garden without another word.

“Benedict is going to be cross with you.”

Anthony giggled again, “yes, he is. Especially because the actual conversation we had involved him asking you to dance to avoid those very women.”

“You’re feeling very cheeky tonight.”

Anthony let out a faux gasp. “Nonsense�� I simply thought you might prefer to… inspect the maze in Lady Trowbridge’s garden. There’s some very… dark parts to it. I might need help noticing the flowers.”

“Yes, I suppose you will. You best show me then.”

As soon as they were out of sight, Anthony picked her up and ran into the maze.

[mhsdatgo]

Hotd writers choosing to adapt Mushroom's records out of everything they had in hand is the worst decision they could've ever come up with btw.

It's been stated time and time again that while F&B is purely built on records and gossip and morphed retelling of events out of bias and propaganda, Mushroom is the LEAST reliable of all the sources. He's a fool at Rhaenyra's court, his job is make people gasp and laugh, not retell historical events.

We're talking about the same guy who said that he had a penis large enough to match the size of his head, mind you. Also, he's obsessed with little girls giving BJs to Targaryen men somewhere in Flea Bottom. It's happened twice according to him.

The writers' reasoning for this choice is basically that F&B was written by Maesters and Septons, who were all greedy men, apart from being Green supporters. So anything they say is false, anything they say is written with sexist intent. Writer's intention was to do the exact opposite.

Then tell me, for the love of God, tell me, why is every woman apart from Rhaenyra, who is clearly whitewashed and I can go into heavy detail about that, basically shunned?

The Maesters claim Alicent left Viserys' body to rot and swell for days preparing and LEADING Rhaenyra's usurpation. She's the leader of the Greens, she and she alone. Not Otto. The Green Council answers only to her orders, they are loyal to HER.

I've seen people argue that since Alicent is what Maesters view as an "ideal" woman, then they would try anything to paint her in the best light possible. While I agree that this may be true, I don't think this is the case. In history books, even in real life, women are rarely painted as leaders or important figures.

For Queen Alicent to be written as THE face of the Greens, you know this mama wasn't playing around.

Now, how is this:

In ANY WAY, even comparable to THIS?:

At the end of ep.8 and quite literally the entirety of ep.9, Alicent is shown as a lost woman who doesn't even seem to know what she's doing, pushed by Viserys' last words about prophecy rather than SHEER DESIRE to get her hands dirty for her children's safety (which by the way will always be superior imo). The Green Council conspires behind her back, and on top of it all, she's yelled at by one of her own men and is made to take it like a beaten dog.

Moreover, we had Helaena's ROAST (yes it was a roast, my Queen inherited cunty lines from her cunty mother) against Aegon and her coronation, the latter being addressed as something quite wholesome, if you ask me. Alicent places her own crown upon her daughter's head and calls her "my Queen" after kissing her cheeks and kneeling. Afterwards, her and Alicent are literally written to be the only ones who could get through Aegon II's thick skull when he wanted to start the war right then and there as a result of Rhaenyra crowning herself on Dragonstone.

You hear me??? Aegon sat down and fucking listened to the two women in his life. Not the Council, them. These two were dogwalking him, the KING, on the daily, how is that sexist writing on the Maesters' part????

Yet these things are nowhere to be seen in Ryan Condal and Sara Hess' "progressive" show. We got beaten dog Alicent and Helaena being nothing but a walking spoiler machine other than yet another instrument to paint Aegon as the big bad wolf and usurper. Not a single scene of them counseling Aegon.

Baela and Rhaena have nearly no lines or scenes that don't show them in the presence of the Strongs. They are seemingly okay with anything Rhae throws their way because it's Rhae. The one and only scene about Baela openly speaking to her grandma about her wish to fight for Rhaenyra was deleted.

Meanwhile, Rhaenyra is stripped of her rage and thirst for vengeance, and instead made to negotiate for peace while in the books she was the one pushing to go to war first.

Can you tell me, again, how the fanfiction that is Hotd supposed to prove that they want to be "progressive" in contrast to the Maesters' "sexist" work, when literally all they do is whitewash Rhaenyra and sideline any woman who isn't her?

[melovelydove]

Stuck in the Middle

Taiju Shiba x Reader x South Terano

A/N: I love both of these men, even tho I know I'm not to, but what can I say, I love me some big strong men (and big strong women but that is beside the pont)

Purple=Both

South=Green

Taiju=Blue

Pink=You

Warning: Smut, Threesome, Fluff, Arguing/Fighting(the guys do), Blood, Cuddles, Daddy kink, Pet names(princess, kitten, etc.), and Cursing

Living with 2 men who were really tall and strong was a bit difficult. South being 7 ft and Tajiu being 6,5 was kinda difficult and them being in different gangs made it a bit more of a problem because it was hard for them to get along half of the time.

You had meant South on the day you were doing a bit of grocery shopping with your mom and spotted him staring at a shelf of (Your favorite snack) and you were to scared to ask him to move because of his terrifying hight so you waited. When South finally moved out the way you smiled and immediately went to the shelf and tried to reach for them but unfortunately they were on the top shelf so you tried to stand on the bottom shelf to grab them and as you grabbed them, you slipped and was falling. You closed your eyes waiting for the impact of the ground only to feel a par of arms under you. You opened your eyes and see South staring down at you. You had immediately got up from him and bowed. "T-thank you!" , He continued to stare at you before smiling a bit, "no problem, I'm South or Minami Terano..", you were shocked a bit before blushing from the way he stood over you. You smiled back, "(Y-Y/N) (L/N)".

Now when you met Taiju it wasn't at all this peaceful. You were literally just minding your business and you turn the corner to see a group of guys on the ground and one getting the SHIT beat out of him by Taiju. You had froze up at the scene in front of you. "U-um...". He looks over and drops the guy he was holding. "Shit...Tch.". You look up at the man and he began to walk towards you and once he was near you, he stood over you. "What.", "N-nothing..", He continued to stare down at you before grabbing out his phone and handing it to you. "Huh?!", "Your number, give it to me", before typing your number into his phone, "I'm Taiju. You?", You bite your lip a bit not knowing if you should give him your name, "I'm (Y/n).."

Ever since those days they have just been following you around like 2 huge angry looking dogs protecting their toy, although half of the time they dont get along.

Today was odd, you woke up as usual to do your daily routine:

Get up

Shower and brush you teeth

Get dessed

Eat breakfast

Watch tv

Then wait a while till you had to go to work

But to was different, it was... Quite?

By now your show would have interrupted by the sound of 2 loud voices and banging on the door at the same time every day but it's wasn't. Which you were grateful for till seconds later, there it was, the sounds of yelling from 2 of the tallest men you ever met. As you got up and opened the door you were greeted by Taiju pushing South and South pulling Taiju's hair. "Oh my god! Can the 2 of you please try and get along!", You go inside leaving the door open. "Oh princess I'm sorry, this BASTURD just won't fuck off". "YOU PIECE OF SH-", "AHHHHH Shut up!! Is there any way you can actually get along?", they look at each other, "Tch." They look away from each other. "Hell no." South walks to the couch and sits down, legs open wide, man strading with his arms swing behind the sofa, as Taiju leans on the wall.

"Is there anything you both like that you can use to help you get along?"

That was the line that got you into this mess.

Sandwich between the 2 men on the couch with only your underwear on and them in only their boxers.

Taiju under you, laying on his back with you and South between his legs and his mouth pressed up against your breast with your nipple being played with by his tongue.

South right behide you grinding his dick against your ass with his hands on your hips.

"A-Ahh South! Taiju! H-hold on wait a min- Ahh! Stop i-it!~" You moaned out as Taiju grinded his fingers against your clothed clit with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Just relax" Taiju spoke before placing a large hand again your breast, "I can promise you it's gonna feel nice and good, we will try our best not to hurt you" He chuckles before kissing you and South begins kissing your shoulder.

"We're gonna take good care of you" South spoke up.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Playboy || PG10 {4}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader Summary: New revelations come when you take the fight to Leo. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, illegal activities, mentions of past violence and reader injuries WC: 2.6k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four

As night descended, the street rats and hoodlums found their way out of their holes and congregated in the designated meeting spot east of Monaco. It wasn’t such a surprise to see the meet was far busier than normal but it wasn’t going to be a normal night, not when you had called out the Street King and challenged him. 

“You sure about this, Beautiful?” Pierre asked as you pulled up into the parking lot.

“A bit late to ask that, isn’t it?” you joked as you sent a reassuring smile and placed your hand over his where it rested on your thigh. A familiar car was already there and you parked next to the Pista. “What’s Pretty Boy doing here?”

This time it was Pierre’s turn to smile as he waved to his friends who gathered around the Ferrari. “Did you really think we would let you come alone?”

You turned off the car and tossed the keys to the Aston Martin Vantage back to Pierre as Arthur opened your door. Most of the guys you had met at the track had come along but the rest were busy enjoying the ladies dancing behind a Subaru that had an insane sound system installed. 

“Your PR team is probably shitting themselves,” you teased as Charles kissed your cheeks. 

“You just worry about yourself, Trouble. It’s not exactly a warm welcome.”

You looked around the carpark and met the harsh glares from the men and women that stood with the Street Kings. They were people you once called family and promised to have your back, but now they looked ready to stab you in it. 

Only one was brave enough to cross the car park and you met her halfway. “You shouldn’t have come, T. Just go home before you do something that you can’t take back.”

“I don’t think you can give advice on what not to do, Kat.” you snickered. “Did you even wait for my side of the bed to go cold before you climbed in it?”

Kat looked at her toes that peeked out of her heels. “He was a mess when you left. I was just trying to help.”

“I didn’t leave, I was thrown out. Can you understand what that felt like? I lost the only family I had left.”

Warm arms enveloped your waist and Pierre’s chin came to rest on your shoulder as he kissed your cheek. The possessive move made your stomach do a little flip and you didn’t hate the feeling. 

Kat eyed him up like a tasty treat and she even licked her lips. “Looks to me like you’re doing alright for yourself.”

“Better than alright.” You tipped your head to the side as he traced his lips down your neck and you felt Leo’s eyes find you in the crowd. “Showtime, Cupcake.”

“Cupcake?” Pierre chuckled, his arms tightening protectively around you as he noticed Leo stalking his way over.

“I think it’s an improvement, or would you rather be Playboy?”

“You can call me whatever you like,” he whispered in your ear. “As long as you call me yours.”

You couldn’t stop the stupid giggle that surprised even you, and Leo frowned at the sound as he draped an arm over Kay’s shoulders. “I thought I told you not to come around here anymore.”

You used Pierre as a shield, convincing yourself that you weren’t affected by Leo’s presence when you were wrapped in his arms. Leo had broken you when he cast you out and it left an inferno of rage burning inside of you. But with Pierre you felt something new, softer, safer. 

Using the courage that came upon you, you met his eyes and held the stare, unflinching. “What can I say, Leo? I’m stubborn. Plus, Devante invited me here when he ran like a little bitch from our tête-à-tête at Dog’s Head. So I’m here, and now we can race.”

Leo laughed, looking around the crowd that had gathered as they felt the tension rise. “You came here to race but you have no car, babygirl.”

“I have a car, it’s right there.” You pointed to the Nissan GTR that Devante was leaning against. “Everyone here knows I won it.”

“A cute little edited video doesn’t mean shit.”

A chorus of boos came from the crowd but it was loudest behind you and you couldn’t help smiling at the support.

“Seems like it means something to them. How about this? D keeps his car, but I’ll race you for yours instead. Right here, for everyone to witness. Wouldn’t that be a change…”

“Deal,” he smirked, “but you still don’t have a car, babygirl.”

“She can use mine.”

“Not this again,” you groaned as Pierre placed the key to his Aston Martin in your hand. “Insurance isn’t going to cover this.”

His laugh warmed the shell of your ear as he whispered, “I guess this guarantees me two more dates then.”

“Pretty sure what you did last night already got you there, Tiger,” you whispered back.

“Enough,” Leo snapped. “I’ll take your car, Gasly, but I’ll let you keep the bitch.”

You turned and planted your hands against his chest as you felt him take a step forward. Electricity seemed to spark between you as you saw the same fiery spirit you had inside you. It was fucking attractive and you were struggling not to run your hands down his body.

“Let him go, QT, let’s see what you man’s got,” Leo taunted. 

“We’ll see how cocky you are when she whips your ass,” Pierre spat as Charles joined you in distancing the two men.

You scanned the crowd before facing Leo  with determination on your face. “Let’s just settle this on the streets, yeah? That’s what everyone came here to see.”

—

The two cars parked up at the starting line could not have been more different. Leo always loved American muscle cars and while you could appreciate the strength of the beasts there was nothing quite like a sleek European supercar. His bulky ‘69 Camaro looked a sickly yellow next to the newest Vantage, its dark blue paint making it almost invisible on the moonless night.

The worst thing about the American car was that it left his driver's seat right next to yours. 

“She’s a pretty thing, isn’t she?” Leo smirked as he reached through the open window and stroked your cheek “A shame the rest of her is so fucked up, and the nightmares, every single night, it’s fucking inconvenient.” You felt Pierre’s eyes on you as Leo continued his psychological war games. “No, daddy. Leave him alone. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you snapped as you changed the car to sport mode and adjusted the balance of the wheels. 

“Daddy, wake up, please, daddy.”

“Stop, please, that’s so not cool,” Kat grumbled from the other passenger seat. 

You put the window up as a scantily clad young woman stepped out onto the start line. 

“What was that about?” Pierre asked as he watched you grip the steering wheel tighter.

Your heart rate began to slow as you felt your mind slip into the quiet place you went to with every race. It was as if the noise in your head could switch off when you put your foot to the floor and all your worries would disappear for a short while. “The same question you asked me last night, how I got my scars.”

The young woman pointed to you, and you revved your engine in response. Leo did the same.

“You didn’t have any nightmares last night did you?”

She lifted one hand into the air, then the other. 

“No,” you murmured as you realised your sleep had been undisturbed in his arms. “I didn’t.”

“Can you tell me about the scars?”

You glanced at Pierre, the corner of your vision catching the moment the race started and Leo shot off the starting line. “Soon. I have a race to win.”

You drove in a trance, the terrain outside passing in a blur and all you could focus on was the road ahead. Leo may have had the head start but his car was heavier, not even the difference in horsepower could make up for the weight the Camaro carried. 

“My father ran into some money trouble a while back, the banks wouldn’t loan him any more so he made a deal with some bad men.”

Pierre listened intently as you navigated the winding Côté d’Azur backroads like it was a quiet Sunday outing. Leo’s taillights were almost brushing the front bumper as you played with him. It was payback for toying with you. 

“One day they came to the shop and he couldn’t pay them.”

You took a steadying breath before pulling out behind Leo and taking him on the outside of the corner. The tires were screaming at you for the abuse you were putting them through but the traction held through the force of the turn and then you were ahead.

“You don’t have to…”

“I want to,” you replied honestly. You may not have known him long but you felt like you knew him enough that you wouldn’t be judged. “I tried to stop them from hurting him but I…I didn’t stand a chance. I was set to inherit the shop so I guess they thought if they killed us both it would be theirs.”

“But they didn’t kill you.”

“Like I said, I’m stubborn,” you tried to laugh but it fell flat as you rubbed the psychological itch where the long healed scars sat on your waist. “Turns out you can survive without one kidney, a pancreas or a spleen.”

“Fucking hell, Beautiful,” Pierre choked out as he reached across the car to wipe away the tear you hadn’t notice escape. “You are unbelievably strong.”

You pulled your head away as you felt undeserving of the words. “I couldn’t save my dad. Or the shop.”

You were almost at the crest of the mountain and then you would be rocketing it back down the otherside before coming full circle back to the car park. There was nothing left to say but it was enough that Pierre rested his hand on your thigh, drawing small relaxing circles with his thumb as Leo’s lights chased the back of the car.

“Out of curiousity, why are you going so slow?” Few people would call 110 mph on a winding road slow, but everything was probably slow after the speeds he drove in a formula one car. 

“I wanted him to think he had a chance.” You sent him a lopsided grin as you started to accelerate. “Before I took it away.”

The crowd parted for you as you skidded across the finish with a burnout that promised a new set of tires would be needed, but you made no move to get out as you waited. You wanted to see his face as he drove towards you, you wanted to see the moment of defeat when he crossed the finish line. 

You weren’t even exhilarated by the win. It was too easy, but you knew it was going to be. You had built his car and knew every limitation it had, you also knew it would never be serviced to your standard since you were excommunicated. 

“I thought I would enjoy this more,” you admitted as you saw Leo’s face warp in anger. 

“How do you feel?”

“Bored,” you said with a shrug as your door was opened. The bubble you found yourself in with Pierre popped and you suddenly heard the crowd chanting. Queen, QT, Trouble. The nicknames were deafening and Leo’s scream was swallowed by it as you watched him kick his car door. “It’s like an episode of toddlers in tiaras. Please tell me you have at least one ex who makes you question your life choices.”

He smirked as he kissed your knuckles. “One that had a tantrum much worse than this, I promise.”

You stepped out of the car and met Pierre at the front of the car, falling into the space between his legs like a puzzle that fit perfectly. “Thank you,” you whispered as his arms came around your body, his hand snaking up under your shirt to brush over the scars. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

“I thought you were bored,” he teased.

“Oh, I am,” you giggled before sobering up. “But I still had to do it, just to know.” 

“You’re welcome, Beautiful.”

Something flashed in front of you and you turned your head at the last second but the pain never came. Pierre’s lightning reflexes had caught the set of keys Leo had launched at your face, his fingers tightening around them as he rose to his full height.

“The fuck,” Pierre growled.

“It’s okay, babe,” you said as you unfurled his fist and took the keys. “He’s just showing everyone what a sore loser he is.”

“Babe, hmm, getting better. I’ll work you up to My Love one day.”

You opened your mouth to respond but you didn’t have a witty remark ready and something else caught your attention in front of you.

“Kat, baby, where are you going?” Leo growled as he grabbed her wrist to keep her from leaving his side.

She scoffed as she pulled her hand from his grasp. “You’re not King anymore, why would I stay with you?” 

“Okay, maybe it’s not so boring here, lover boy.” 

Pierre’s chest bumped your back with his quiet laugh. “I didn’t think I would meet someone as interested in drama as I am.” 

“You met your match.”

“I know.”

You turned and kissed his soft, pink lips before stepping out of his warm embrace. “Hey Leo. Catch.”

He caught the set of keys you tossed back and stared at them dumbly. “What game are you playing now?” 

“No game,” you assured him with your hands up in peace. “I didn’t come here for your car. Or yours,” you said to Devante.

“Then why did you come at all?”

You shrugged because you really didn’t know anymore. Whatever justice you were chasing seemed to evaporate and the win was a hollow one. “Just to prove I was the best, but you already knew that when I beat you months ago.”

There were whispers among the crowds as the rumours were proved true and you walked back to the Vantage that was surrounded by Pierre and his friends who had welcomed you into their group. They were so different from the family you made with the Street Kings, but different was good. You didn’t need any more playboys or street racers, you were moving on to better things.

“Keep your car, Leo, keep your title. I have everything I need right here.” You took your place back in front of Pierre, never behind or hidden by a man again. You didn’t need protecting, you needed supporting - and he understood that. Turning in his arms, you draped yours around his neck and grinned up at him. “Wanna go for a drive?”

His hands slipped down lower over your hips and he dipped his head to yours, kissing you in confirmation. “I can be your passenger princess.”

“I was actually thinking you could drive me,” you suggested, his eyebrows raising at the idea you had hated. “Turns out I just wanted the choice.”

His smile grew and he took the keys back, nodding his head to Ilies, Charles and the others waiting. “You guys up for a cruise?”

“Careful, you’re gonna have your own little street gang soon, Tripod,” you teased as they happily agreed and separated towards their sports cars.

Charles stumbled at the nickname and turned around with a grimace on his face. “Seriously!”

Pierre grinned as he threw his arm over your shoulders proudly and you resist sending the Ferrari driver a wink. “Told you, Pretty Boy, you’re too innocent, but we’ll change that.”

“Still gonna be Trouble I see.”

“Trouble by nature, trouble by name.”

[butch-reidentified]

Can you talk more about your successful self-defense stories? I have this bleak idea that female self-defense attempts almost never work out, partly due to the fact that in every. single. video or demonstration on female self-defense, all the moids in the comments are talking about how they could still overpower her if they wanted.

those men are liars!!!! they also all commented on videos like that woman who competed and won against a T-SHIRT CANNON in a throwing contest, claiming any 12 yr old boy could do better. they lie to keep us afraid, but more importantly, they lie because THEY'RE AFRAID OF US! afraid we'll learn to fight back and cripple their ability to victimize us. afraid they'll be the attacker who picks the wrong girl/woman and gets his neck snapped or catches a bullet.

self-defense works, especially since most attackers aren't trained or anything and rely on pure strength. but owning and knowing how to use firearms? or even a taser? the strongest rapist on earth isn't bulletproof yk.

self-defense works, and has the added benefit of making men - particularly predators - experience a tiny fraction of the fear they force women to feel. good. make them afraid. if every or even a high percentage of women & girls were trained and/or armed, men would be forced to think twice before attacking. because men would be injured, maimed, or even killed left and right by women/girls they are trying to victimize. then not only are they hurt (or dead), but even worse (to them), they got beat up by a girl!

caveat: women & girls under patriarchy are very likely to face jail or even prison time for acting in their own defense. I believe this is an intentional attempt to dissuade us from doing so. don't let it stop you - instead, we MUST fight not only our attackers, but their robed enablers, their biased peers on the jury, the congressmen who see themselves in the defendant, and so forth. bring it all down.

[pensat-i-fet]

Al teu costat (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Hi!! I got a request to do something similar to this Pedri imagine and I was trying to make it different enough and came up with this idea. Then somehow felt the need to add Catalan phrases to it because why not? Here we read, we laugh and we learn 😅 enjoy ❤️**

Word count: 2584

Masterlist

Wattpad

"You two go to Eindhoven for the women's Champions League and you two to Vigo. All clear?"

"Shouldn't I go to Eindhoven? I've been covering the women's matches all season".

"I know", says my boss. "But the men's team is going to Japan right after the match and we need you on that plane. I was about to tell you about that but you interrupted me".

"Who else is coming with me there?"

"It's just you", he says, surprising me. I haven't been doing this for long enough to be sent alone to any matches. Even friendlies.

He grabs my arm gently to move me away from everyone else. "I get it. You don't want people to know about you and Gavi and this is another opportunity for people to stick their noses where they don't belong but it's also a great opportunity for you to prove yourself. I know you can do this. And you'll be flying with the players too. So it won't be as bad".

Yeah well…it's also a 15-hour long flight so I doubt having my boyfriend there will magically fix everything.

But he's right. It's another moment to prove how good I am at my job. I'm still always the youngest and ever since the rumours about me and Pablo started to show up on social media, it's been tough. Everyone is paying way more attention to me than I wanted. And not for the reasons I wanted them to pay attention to me.

[You]: I'm going to Japan with you so one less gift for your list.

[Pablo]: you are? Your boss is the best! And you can sit with me on the plane.

[You]: I'll sit with the rest of the press. We don't want more rumours 🙄

[Pablo]: if you think I'm going to spend 15 hours on the same plane as you but not with you, you don't really know me 🤣

He's right, of course. But all my colleagues are always looking at us to see if we show any signs that we really are together. Probably to be the first ones to post about it online. It's so boring.

"Breathe, just breathe", says my colleague Adrià when we are about to take off.

"You say it like it's easy".

He just laughs. He's used to this because I always have to travel with him. "It'll be Pablito's job to remind you later. At least with him you can cuddle or whatever. It'll help".

"Yeah".

I hope it does. But for now, it's time to worry about the match. Concentrating on my job helps me clear my mind a bit. It always has. And before I realise, we’ve made it to Vigo. This flight was short. The next one…

This Celta-Barça match is the last one of the season for both teams. One is fighting to stay in La Liga while the other one won it weeks ago…and it shows. I mean, Pablo isn't even on the starting line up and he plays almost every match.

When Adrià and I are walking towards the radio section, we see him coming out to inspect the pitch, eating some sweets.

"Great pre-match meal, huh?"

"It's how I got all these muscles you like so much", he says, flexing his arm.

I shake my head while Adrià laughs. “You two are too cute”.

“Do you want one?”, says Pablo, showing us all the sweets he has in his pocket.

“Sure”, we both say, picking one each.

“See you later, gorgeous”.

“Too cute”, says Adrià again and I hit his arm.

The 2-1 win means Celta avoids relegation and the whole stadium celebrates the result. But for me, it’s time to get all my stuff and make my way to the airport. It’ll be Adrià who stays to do the interviews this time.

There aren’t many journalists travelling with the team, but they are all staring at me after one of them announced I’m going to be in the player’s area and not with them.

“We never even get to travel with the players anymore but she gets to be with them in first class while we get chronic back pain on those tiny seats”.

“Well, they have to keep little Gavi happy”.

Their laughs make me want to get up and leave but I won’t give them that satisfaction. But their comments get to me. Of course they do. And that’s why when the players show up and Pablo looks at me, I shook my head. I know it hurts him to be rejected, but he also understands why I have to do it.

And it’s only 15 minutes later that I get to join him, and the rest of the team, on the plane.

“Where do you want to sit?”

“I don’t have a preference”, I say, already feeling anxious. Pablo, on the other hand, is acting like an overexcited puppy. And that makes me want to try and hide my fear even more so I don’t ruin this for him.

“Let’s go there. Do you want the window seat?”

“No”.

He takes my laptop bag to put it away and then leads me to the seats he likes. This plane is so big. Too big. But it also feels very small. Can this piece of metal really stay in the sky for so long?

"Do you want some?", says Pablo, offering me more sweets.

"No, thank you".

"Must be the first time you say no to sweets but it's pretty late I guess", he laughs. "Do you want to watch a movie or nap?"

"Yeah", I say, not really listening to him.

"Yes to which one?"

“What?”

He gives me a funny look but doesn’t comment on my reaction. “Movie or nap? What do you prefer?”

“Movie”.

“And cuddles?”

“Of course”, I answer, trying to match his smile.

I try to just focus on the movie and Pablo’s arms around me, protecting me. But they can’t protect me from this fear. Nothing can.

“Tinc por” (I’m scared), I whisper, barely aware I'm speaking.

Pablo looks at me worriedly and not just because of what I said. He knows I only switch to speaking Catalan in front of him when I’m being serious about something. He found that out the few times he pissed me off. And I also do it when I wake up in the morning mumbling nonsensical stuff. But the rest of the time, I speak only Spanish to him. Even if he’s always trying to learn new words in Catalan to say to me because he knows I find that adorable.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Flying".

"What? Since when? You fly for work all the time".

"And it's horrible all the time".

“Why did you never tell me?”

“It’s not as if you could help”.

“So was I supposed to find out when we went on holiday together?”

“I guess. Are you mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Yes. I don’t want us to keep big secrets from each other. But I’m more annoyed I can’t do anything to help you. Should I ask for a sleeping tablet for you? If you’re sleeping you won’t feel bad”.

“I thought about taking one later”.

“Better if you do now and get some sleep. And I’ll have time to figure out how to help”.

“Are you going to Google for tips on how to help?”, I joke.

“Yes”.

“I’ve already tried them all but I appreciate it. I appreciate you”.

While we wait for the flight attendant who’ll bring me my sleeping tablet, I hold onto Pablo tightly. He’s the best remedy to all my problems and doesn’t know it.

"You can leave when I'm sleeping".

"No, I can't".

"Pablo, you've played for 45 minutes and need to move around a bit. You can't just sit for so many hours".

"Stop worrying about me".

"I'm your girlfriend. It's my job to look after you".

"And it's my job to look after you".

I just shake my head at his stubbornness, hiding a smile while I take the tablet. Hoping it’s a strong one that will knock me out for a good amount of hours, I put my head on Pablo’s shoulder and close my eyes.

"Pablo?"

"Yeah?"

"T'estimo molt (I love you so much)".

"I love you too. Sleep well now. You need the rest. I’ll be here by your side the whole time".

                                     **

When I wake up, I feel so groggy and confused. I notice a weight on my shoulder and see that it’s Pablo’s head resting there.

“Are you feeling better?”, whispers Robert when he notices I’m awake.

“Yes, thank you. I can’t move now, though”.

He laughs too before turning back to watch his movie. And I know I should grab my laptop to get some work done, which will also help me stop worrying about still being on the plane. How long until we get there? An hour and a half. I’ve slept for 13 hours. That’s…a lot.

I need to do something to avoid overthinking so I try and pick up my phone moving slowly.

“What are you…wait!”, seeing me awake wakes Pablo up immediately. “You ok?”

“Yes. I’m fine. We’re almost there and I have to do some work. That always helps”.

“I googled…”, his little blush makes me smile. “It didn’t help much. Unless you let me hypnotize you”.

“You already did. How do you think you managed to get me to date you?”

“So funny”, he says, rolling his eyes and smiling. “You really are feeling better?”

I nod. “And please tell me you didn’t stay all 13 hours here while I slept”.

“I didn’t. But I was always close and looking at you to make sure you were ok”.

“Good”.

I dedicate the last hour on the plane to work and thankfully, after all this suffering, we make it to Japan.

                                       **

Our routine to avoid people’s comments is exhausting. The team leaves the plane and I have to wait until they are all out. When we get to the hotel, it’s me who gets there first. I don’t get to stay in the same room as Pablo, but it’s the same hotel so just being seen together on the lift could create some drama. And then when some players leave for events they have to attend, we also leave the hotel at different times…only to meet at a café we saw when we got there.

“Fancy seeing you here”.

“Let’s go see the city. Away from all those jealous idiots”, says Pablo, taking my hand. A part of me fears that if he finds out what they say about me, he’ll stop giving them interviews. And that will make me the bad guy for sure.

After a nice romantic walk, we go back to the hotel to rest before the match. A match that doesn’t mean much football-wise but has a lot of sentimental value since it’s against Iniesta’s team. I grew up seeing him play so I’m as excited as all the players are.

The match ends with a 2-0 win for Barça and when I go back to the tunnel to hide from the rain, I hear Pablo calling my name.

“What is it?”

“Come with me”.

“Where?”

“Just come”.

“Pablo…”.

But he doesn’t listen to my protests, moving his hand to grab mine before realising what he’s doing and just telling me to follow him again. So I do.

“Here she is. My girlfriend”.

When I see who Pablo is talking to, I try not to freak out. He’s introducing me to Andrés Iniesta? I have to remind myself to be professional before talking.

“Hi…it’s really nice meeting you”.

“Nice meeting you too. Gavi told me you needed to record a little interview for the radio? I wasn’t going to do any but I guess I can make an exception for him. Or for you”, he laughs.

For a second, I just stare at Iniesta. He’s talking to me and wants me to interview him. How is this my life?

Pablo notices what’s going on and touches my arm to wake me up from my daydreaming.

“Yes. Just two minutes. Let me get my phone to record it. Thank you so much, really”.

While we record the interview, Pablo leaves to meet Iniesta’s kids and then we all leave the stadium and I don’t get to see him until we make it to the hotel.

“Thank you for the Iniesta interview. It’s…a dream”.

“I get it. It was also a dream to play against him”.

I smile at him, suddenly not caring at all about who sees us. “Do you want to hang out before we leave? I have to write an article but it shouldn’t take long”.

“I need to take a nap, sorry”.

“Ok”, I say, slightly disappointed. “I’ll see you at the airport, then”.

Three hours later, I’m surrounded again by all my lovely peers. Noticing their whispers doesn’t bother me anymore. Who cares what they think?

So when I see the players arrive, I walk towards them. I can notice all of them looking at me, surprised. But no one is as surprised as Pablo.

“What are you doing?”

“Hanging out with you guys”.

“Since when?”, laughs Eric. “I thought you were ashamed of being seen next to us”.

“Only of being seen next to you, García”, I joke back.

We keep chatting and get to the topic I didn’t want to think about.

“I didn’t know you were afraid of flying. I used to be a bit but now I do a lot better”, tells me Robert, and I don’t know if it’s true or just him trying to make me feel better but I appreciate it anyway.

“Yeah, it used to be worse for me too. But it’s still hard”.

"It's easier having your boy by your side, right?”, asks Eric.

“A little”.

Pablo grabs Eric’s arm so he can whisper in his ear. And Eric whispers back. What are they doing?

"Sempre al teu costat" (Always by your side).

“Sempre?” (Always?)

“Sempre”.

Even if I can notice everyone’s eyes on us, I hug my boyfriend. And once again, no one is as surprised by my actions as him.

“They can see us”, he whispers.

“Let them see us. I don’t care”.

After the hug, we keep hanging out with the rest of the squad. And when it’s time to board, I grab his hand and hold it until we reach the place.

But all the adrenaline from finally confirming what everyone suspected goes away when I’m back inside the plane.

“Don’t freak out. I got you some things”.

“You what?”

I turn to see Pablo getting a bag out of his backpack.

“I got these tablets which are supposed to calm you down. They have natural ingredients so you can have the sleeping tablet too if you need to. I also got you an eye mask. The lady at the store said you won’t be able to see anything so that might help too. And…where is it? Here! Pillow spray. It’s supposed to be good too, I don’t know. It smells like lavender, it’s nice. I’ll keep it if it doesn’t work”.

"When did you buy all of this?"

"When you were writing the article and I said I would just go nap".

“Why are you perfect?”

“Just trying to help”, he shrugs.

“Having you near me was enough but let’s try all of this!”

[ladyvillainous]

Eric Coulter NSFW Alphabet

Was tidying up some of my WIP folders and stumbled across this so here have another alphabet. This may be a little out of character for some fans, but it's consistent with my version of his character from my full length fic on Wattpad and the imagines on here.

A Aftercare

(What they’re like after sex)

He's usually quite quick to fall asleep if you're getting down and dirty in your own bed, he'll pull you into his arms and drift off quite contentedly. If you're grabbing a quickie in between meetings or tasks he'll pull out, tidy himself up and be on his way. Leaving you a quivering mess with nothing more than a quick kiss and a self-satisfied grin on his face

B Body part

(Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eric's pretty happy with his entire body having worked very hard to get in the shape he has, but if he had to pick, he'd say his arms and hands. If pressed he'd say it's because he can choke someone out just by wrapping his arm around their neck or do some serious damage with his fists. Privately he also likes how willingly you climb into his arms, sighing when he wraps you in his arms, he likes that you feel safe with him despite how brutal and violent he can be. I also think Eric would be a breast man, liking a good handful but nothing comically large. If he's had a hard day, he likes nothing more than to pull you into his lap and bury his face in your chest.

C Cum

(Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Like most men he hates condoms and would much prefer to just cum inside you which is why he's so very grateful for the Dauntless standard issue birth control. While he doesn't actually want kids, he does have a slight breeding kink in that he loves to fill you up and imagine what it would be like if you were to get pregnant though he barely admits that to himself let alone you.

D Dirty Secret

(Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Eric's very dominant clearly and that translates to the bedroom as well but at the same time he gravitates towards a partner that would give as good as they got, this means sex is a constant powerplay between the two of you. He's never told you but sometimes he lets you win when he's in the mood to be dominated. He's even fantasised about you tying him up when he masturbates but has never actually voiced it because it rubs right up against his control issues.

E Experience

(How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's good looking and well-built and before Dauntless he was just your standard cocky arrogant Erudite, which didn't bother any of the girls of his previous faction so yes lots of experience. At Dauntless he's carefully cultivated a menacing scary reputation; it tends to attract the more extreme dauntless women, but his apparent lack of interest has them moving on quickly. It's also widely known that the two of you are together and while you're less prone to physical violence than Eric everyone knows not to mess with your man if they want to live to tell the tale. In terms of prowess Eric wants to be the best at everything so he will have practised and read books and practised some more, the man knows what he's doing.

F Favourite Position

 (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't have a favourite position because he wants them all, his moods change so quickly you regularly get whiplash so he's constantly changing things up depending on his and your mood. If you're both pent up after a hard day he might just taking you against the wall of your shower, or maybe he gets up in the morning to find you cooking breakfast in his T-shirt which you know will always end with him bending you over the counter roughly. While not usually one for public sex he's not adverse to a last night session on the mats in the training room after sparring, who goes on top will always be determined by who won the fight. 

G Goofy

(Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He definitely likes to tease you but he's never goofy, usually very serious and focused on making you both feel good.

H Hair

(How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Neat and tidy but no excessive manscaping, he does have a grid style tattoo that matches the ones on his arms adorning his lower abdomen and dipping below the line of his boxers.

I Intimacy

(How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Eric is extremely passionate and focused when in the moment it's not traditionally romantic, but you can't help but getting swept away by his intensity.

J Jack Off

(Masturbation head canon)

Because you both work long tiring shifts and have to keep up your training you don't always have the energy to be intimate. When it's been more than a few days Eric finds other ways to alleviate his tension, but he always thinks of you when he does.

K Kink

(One or more of their kinks)

Slight contradictory and secret breeding kink given his view on kids. Known preference for dominance with an occasional switch which he thinks you don't notice but you do. Is slightly into bondage in that he likes to tie or handcuff you to your shared bed when he's feeling particularly dominant.

L Location

(Favourite places to do the do)

He'll happy get down wherever and whenever the two of you are in the mood, even semi-public if private enough. Particularly likes shower sex, something about the hot steamy water and your slippery wet skin really gets him going. Doesn't hurt that he has to pin you to the wall whatever position you opt for.

M Motivation

(What turns them on, gets them going)

His mood is a huge determining factor, if he's angry or frustrated or keyed up after sparring he knows the quickest way to burn that off and get control of himself is to lose himself in you and you are usually more than happy to help. If he's tired and not in the mood initially wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts will change that fast. He's also more than happy to help you burn off any excess tension letting you use him as you need. You don't often get that worked up, but he can't help but get turned on when you stomp into your apartment in a towering temper, even more so when it’s directed at him strangely. 

N NO

(Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He's not opposed to rough play such as light choking, biting hard enough to leave a mark or just rough handling in general, leading to bruises but he'd never seriously hurt you during sex even if you asked him to. Firstly, he doesn't want to cause you any serious harm. Secondly, he'd doesn't want to push his scary reputation that far and his girlfriend walking around with any visible injuries not sustained in the ring would do exactly that. Lastly, he worries just what he might do even to you if he lost control.

O Oral

(Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves to go down on you the noises you make are so sexy he could listen to them all night and has once or twice, he's very talented with both his tongue and his fingers having long since perfected his technique. He's just as happy receiving, he doesn't think there's any view in the world better than you on your knees with your lips around him. 

P Pace

(Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

As with location his mood plays a major part so again, he changes it up, often the exact opposite to what you'd expect always keeping you guessing. Usually when he arrives home in a bad mood you can expect to get railed (happily) against the nearest wall. But on occasion he has dragged you into the bedroom tied you to your bed and proceeded to tease you mercilessly, slowly and sensually until you're begging for relief. He switches it up the other way too on a lazy day off you wake up expecting slow passionate morning sex, but instead he flips you over and pounds you into the mattress. Sometimes you swear he's doing it just to keep you on your toes and you'd be right.

Q Quickie

(Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

All depends on mood, time and opportunity but as a general rule he'll take you anyway he can get you luckily, you're in full agreement.

R Risk

(Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He definitely likes to experiment especially when you first got together, he wanted to know what you liked and what would get you to make those noises he loved to hear. He wanted to know exactly what he had to do to make you scream his name and forget your own.

S Stamina

(How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Eric's stamina is deceptive, on days on long physically draining days you'd expect him to be too tired but those are also the days when he can go all night and does. It's the long tedious days when he's been stuck in his office not doing anything physical that drain him the most. Those are usually the days he pulls you into his arms and falls straight to sleep.

T Toy

(Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Handcuffs and rope are a staple of a good sex life as far as he's concerned. He's used a few of the more exotic toys manufactured by Erudite in his time but found he got bored of them quickly, preferring to make use of his own hands in new and different ways. He'd be lowkey offended if a toy could be better than him anyway. 

U Unfair

(How much they like to tease)

When he's of a mood to tease you will be in agony, tears running down your face begging for relief before he'll give in, but those are also the most earth-shattering orgasms of your life, so you don't complain too loudly. You couldn't take it every day however so you're grateful it's more by exception than rule.

V Volume

(How loud they are, what sounds they make)

In the privacy of your apartment, he doesn't bother to control his volume but he's not overly loud or effusive anyway. The sounds he makes are usually more grunts of effort, and moans of pleasure than actually words, he's not one for dirty talk. 

W Wild Card

(Get a random head canon for the character of your choice)

I'm so bad with this question my mind always goes blank!

X X-Ray

(Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture, or words)

He's not comically pornstar large but he is above average in length and girth. Unusually for someone of his size he also knows how to use it to full effect rather than just resting on being a bit larger than average.

Y Yearning

(How high is their sex drive?)

Before you he masturbated every few days, more if he was frustrated or didn't have a girl of the month to play with. Now he has you it's not often you go more than a few days between sessions, both of you getting frustrated if it goes longer. It's noticeable to the people you work closest with, not that they'd ever dare say it to either of you, but they can tell when one of you has been sent on some task for a few days, leaving the other alone in the compound. They can also tell when the other returns because the following day you're both much more relaxed than usual.

Z ZZZ

(… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Eric gives you his all whether it's a long session or a quickie so if you're in bed and not due anywhere else you're both going to drift off wrapped in one another’s arms very quickly.

[lulusbabygirl]

Do you have any tips on how I can be more girly like you?

Thank you 🥺 this made me happy (and turned on) that other girls are looking to me for tips on how to be a better girl!!

1: Embrace your natural femininity. So many fakeboys have shoved their natural feminine traits down so much they can forget they’re there. Remember, you were socialized to be a girl for sooo many years and you can’t run away from that!!

2: Voice train!! It’s not just for trans fems, we shouldn’t have to have a male voice either!! You’re still a girl even if your voice is deep but passing as a girl again would be so amazing right??

3: Shave any masculine hair. If you have some hair that women usually have it’s okay, even though I love a fully shaved body, but shave off alll that gross masculine hair. It’ll make you feel so much prettier right??

4: Talk like a bimbo! Even if you want to have a more traditional feminine look, I think having a cutesy speech pattern is sooo adorable and girly!! Use multiples of punctuation, use cute emoji, and pay attention to how men talk and avoid sounding like them!

5: Play with your pussy everyday! I think paying attention to the part that separates you from real men the most is sooo important. Get big fat dildos to stretch out your vagina, play with your clit rubbing it in circles, get a clit sucker!! I love my clit sucker and I can’t cum any other way. You should be edging your pussy to stay a girl for longer, and if you’re able to fight the post orgasm clarity please don’t try to be a boy after you cum! Remember, it’s not good for you to be a boy even if you’re dysphoric.

6. Misgender and “deadname” yourself and find others to do it! Hearing your birth name and female pronouns will turn you on and also slowly fix you! Your boy name and male pronouns should be forgotten eventually. Just keep building up until you don’t respond to he/him or your boy name ever again! Btw anon if you want to tell me your real name I would love to hear it! Anyone who needs their real name exposed I want to hear it!

7: Watch sissy hypnosis or porn made for women. That stuff makes me feel so girly it’s crazy. I love when I open a video and it immediately knows what I am. I recently watched a gangbang video with my girlfriend and the whole video was talking about us being gangbanged and showing all these beautiful women on screen!! All I could think about it how much more I look like those girls compared to the superior men. It made me crave detransition more than anything has lately and I’ve been thinking about it all the time since I watched it~!!

8: Most obviously, wear makeup, grow your hair out, wear women’s clothes, and get off T. I know it’s easier said than done and you can fight me on it but it really is the way to go. I haven’t been able to get myself to stop hormones but I’m really trying and that’s all we can ever do! You just need to realize that you’re 100% supposed to be a girl and you need to stop making stupid decisions for yourself. Finding an owner who wants to detransition you is such a good idea!! It helps so much to have a rational person in your life who can guide you and push you to be who you were meant to be, a beautiful woman!!

I think I ran out of tips but if you have any more questions never hesitate to ask! I love helping other women find their true path and it makes me so happy that fakeboys can look up to me. Anyone who’s reading this and and wants to detransition you can do it!! You’re a beautiful woman and you deserve to see it too!!!

[transunity]

The Transunitist Manifesto

(here is a link to where it is being hosted- it is also copy-pasted below for easier reading)

Introduction:

21st Century trans politics is in many ways different to 20th Century trans politics. Some of the problems facing trans people then are gone. Others remain. And yet others are entirely new, borne out of the political landscape which we walk today. This Manifesto is simultaneously a response to the world as it is today for trans people and a commitment to building better solidarity and unity amongst trans people of all kinds. It is an affirmation to love, respect and help others in our community whenever we can- and to be alert to each others needs and problems, so that no-one ever feels like they are on their own. This is Transunitist theory at its core: compassion, respect and solidarity above all else.

Why Transunitism?

Transunitism was coined in the early 2020s by myself and a few other trans and nonbinary acquaintances online. Collectively we noticed that 21st Century trans politics had become unstable and imbalanced, inadvertently feeding into the transphobia it was supposed to be guarding against. Transunitism could be considered a wave of transfeminism, in that it draws from the same roots as transfeminism (and thus feminism as a whole), but recognises that a shake-up of the current trans politics is needed to better serve the community as it stands today.

The name Transunitism was chosen for its immediate understandability. Simply, it describes the desire to explicitly strive for greater transgender unity against our common and uncommon oppressions. In the last few years, trans politics has seen a rise in toxicity and vitriol between different transgender groups. This has had a negative effect on overall trans solidarity and unity when fighting against transphobia. As a result, transunitism is needed to help repair those bonds and create lasting solidarity against transphobia in all its forms.

Transunity theory largely draws from transfeminism, however, transunity theory also has some key developments of its own. Transunitism utilises transfeminisms beliefs that everyone has the right to define their own identities and to expect society to respect them- especially without the fear of discrimination or violence (1). It also utilises the transfeminist idea that trans peoples relationships with oppression, privilege, patriarchy and feminism are complex and at their most basic interpretations, are rarely black and white or as clear cut as is often suggested (1). These principles have been a part of transfeminism since its inception, however, subsequent interpretations of transfeminism have neglected one or both of these principles, leading to the need for transunitist theory to develop.

Transfeminism originated as a movement mainly by and for trans women, but much like feminism as a whole, many others can find solace and support in it. However, one of the flaws in early transfeminist theory was the neglect of non trans women in transfeminism. This has since been recognised by many early writers of transfeminist theory, however, mainstream transfeminism continues to neglect or even deliberately deprioritise non trans womens issues in the movement. The initial error is understandable, but is by no means the way forward. Feminism (as arisen from cis gender dynamics) prioritises mainly cis womens issues due to the lack of support womens issues have compared to those of cisgender men. The error is that those cis gender dynamics are frequently applied to transgender politics, but such a thing is not possible to achieve and often leaves other equally marginalised people with little to no support from transfeminism. The truth is that transfeminism has its roots in the mainstream feminist movement, but has different dynamics to it and requires more nuance in its application. Often, the (incorrect) application of transfeminism has been to prioritise trans womens issues on the unfounded assumption that other kinds of trans people's issues (particularly trans mens) have more support. Clearly, this is not the case for the following reason: Namely, that patriarchy does not value trans men as men the same way it does cis men (nor would it value nonbinary people the same way), therefore non trans womens issues are not receiving support from the patriarchy and thus prioritising trans womens issues at the expense of other, struggling trans groups is in the long run, damaging for solidarity and detrimental to non trans women.

Transfeminism's Role:

Since transfeminism was coined in 2001, its usage has morphed and changed. At present, the dominant strand of transfeminism does not promote unity and solidarity. Instead, it has fallen into relying upon toxic and often separationist politics- a crude distortion of the founding ideas of transfeminism. Emi Koyama, author of The Transfeminist Manifesto, was explicit in transfeminisms inclusion of all trans people in its movement. She wrote that transfeminism began primarily for trans women and that "it is also open to other queers, intersex people, trans men, non-trans women, non-trans men and others" (2). Her initial publication of The Transfeminist Manifesto was in the year 2001. Two years later, she revisited it and added the following in the postscript of the 2003 edition "I take full blame for the fact that this manifesto is heavily focused on issues male-to-female transsexual people face, while neglecting unique struggles that female-to-male trans people and other transgender and genderqueer people face" (3). Numerous other transfeminist publications recognise the need for greater solidarity between all trans people and for transfeminism to be explicitly inclusive of all transgender and nonbinary people. Talia Bettcher explained in 2017 that "since trans men are also vulnerable to sexism, transphobia, and the interblending thereof, trans feminism would be ill-advised to exclude them from its purview" (4). Despite the academic push for greater inclusion and solidarity, socially these ideas have not manifested. And so transunitism was created to bring awareness to these ideas with clarity of intent and purpose.

Transunity Theory:

Transunitism is not solely created from transfeminist and feminist theory. It also draws upon ideas of stewardship towards fellow trans people that are based upon ecological and environmental concepts.

Transunitism was coined by myself and a small group of other trans people online, but what is known as the transunitism symbol is my creation. I took inspiration from ecological and environmental movements to create a metaphor to explain transunity theory. Hopefully, many readers will be familiar with the recycle symbol and a variation on the three Rs. The recycle symbol usually consists of three arrows in a triangle shape. Each arrow point melds into the point above it and so on. The symbol represents how steps taken to recycle refuse follow on from one another and are interconnected. Typically, the three Rs are reduce, reuse, recycle and all three are equally important steps one can take to help the environment. The three Rs can be reordered and the sentiment still makes sense. For transunitism, the concept is much the same- three elements of trans theory which interlock and intersect which must all be upheld, otherwise neglect is risked. Instead of the three Rs, transunitism considers the three Transphobias.

The Three Transphobias

The three transphobias (or types of transphobia) are the subdivisions that transphobia can be broken down into. Transphobia itself is an umbrella term and while it can be used universally on any kind of anti-trans discrimination, it is helpful to subdivide it further in some instances to describe the specific challenges each part of the trans community faces. Over recent years, there has been a movement to establish a term for the transphobia primarily experienced by trans men. This manifesto will use the most popular term, transandrophobia, to refer to the concept. The transphobia primarily experienced by trans women is known as transmisogyny, while the most popular term for the discrimination primarily experienced by nonbinary people is exorsexism. There exist less popular terms for these concepts, but these will be the three used in this manifesto. I also acknowledge that further groupings exist within the trans community which the terms trans women, men and nonbinary people do not adequately cover.

Transmisogyny is described variously as either the transphobia primarily experienced by trans women or as an intersection of transphobia and misogyny. The term transmisogyny itself is at a crossroads- it is used often to refer to the transphobia usually experienced by trans women, but it is also often used to refer to any intersection of transphobia and misogyny- this has proved to be problematic, especially when attempting to include non trans women's experiences in transfeminism. There are transfeminists who believe that only trans women, as women, can experience an intersection of transphobia and misogyny. However, this is a flawed understanding of misogyny, since many non-women experience misogyny frequently (i.e. much homophobia directed at gay men is based in misogyny). Nevertheless, this has become the prevailing view in much of mainstream transfeminism. This is a problem, since transmisogyny as a concept could very much describe the experiences of trans men and nonbinary people as well as it does the experiences of trans women. However, it is my view that transmisogyny, at its crossroads, should take the path in which it simply describes the transphobia primarily experienced by trans women. This manifesto will use that definition henceforth.

Transandrophobia describes the transphobia primarily experienced by trans men. While trans men do experience an intersection of transphobia and misogyny, they also experience an intersection of transphobia and a hatred of men or masculinity. Arguably, much of what is called transmisogyny for the experiences of trans women is also partially an intersection of transphobia and a hatred of men or masculinity. The ideal word for the concept is sadly marred by disingenuous cis men, but to use 'misandry' here tentatively is not an endorsement of any kind of MRA-style politics, but a convenient shorthand for a kind of hatred of men or masculinity which has a significance in (and only in) the context of transphobia. As alluded to, the term transandrophobia is the most popular term presently for the transphobia primarily experienced by trans men. Earlier terms did include 'transmisandry', which, aside from one academic usage in the context of an intersection of transphobia and racism (5), has not enjoyed much usage due to knee-jerk rejection of the term's suffix. In short, 'misandry' in this solely trans context conveys the transphobia rooted in a hatred of men or masculinity.

Exorsexism describes the transphobia primarily experienced by nonbinary people, which, like transmisogyny and transandrophobia, can contain elements of misogyny, 'misandry' and discrimination based on existing outside of binary sex or gender (henceforth 'misandrogyny'). Like transandrophobia, other terms exist for exorsexism, such as ceterophobia or simply 'nonbinaryphobia'. The most high frequency term is exorsexism and this manifesto will use this term for clarity and consistency.

The three transphobias (as has been touched on somewhat already) intersect, interconnect and intermeld into each other, much like the 3 arrows in the recycle symbol. Hence, in the transunitist symbol, it is transmisogyny, transandrophobia and exorsexism feeding into each other. They are the 'arms' of transphobia. This metaphor comes with some important tenets to transunitism theory:

You cannot dismantle transphobia as a whole by only focusing on one arm of transphobia. E.g. eradicating transmisogyny, for instance, will not bring about the eradication of transandrophobia and exorsexism. Eradicating transmisogyny is a noble goal, but it can't be achieved in isolation. It is interconnected to other two transphobias. By working on eradicating them all, transphobia can truly be fought in all of its forms. Relating back to the recycle symbol, only doing one 'R' will technically help, however, it will have more impact if one strives to do all three. Just recycling is helpful, but reusing will extend the lives of items that would have only been recycled, and reducing your consumption altogether would prevent some waste altogether. The same is true of transphobia- all arms must be tackled to achieve greater trans liberation.

The three arms of transphobia are not exclusively experienced by their main target. E.g. Transandrophobia is the transphobia usually experienced by trans men, but a nonbinary person could be targeted with it for resembling a trans man. The same goes for anyone resembling a trans woman being targeted with transmisogyny (e.g. gender nonconforming cis men) or anyone who is perceived as nonbinary (exorsexism). When helpful terminology is gatekept because the victim of the bigotry doesn't belong to the main group targeted by it, nobody benefits. It is useful to defer to the main targets of a bigotry as authorities on it, but space must be held for all victims of bigotry. Not just some. E.g. Many Sikh men have reported being the victims of islamophobia because bigots had mistaken them for muslim men. While not the main targets, they are equally victims of islamophobia as the muslims who are targeted with it.

All trans groups experience a mixture of misogyny, 'misandry' and misandrogyny- the levels of which vary from group to group. Trans women may experience misogyny (such as unwanted sexualisation for being female and trans), however, they may often experience 'misandry' (such as the vitriol some transphobes espouse which accuses trans women of being 'violent males) and misandrogyny (such as transphobic rhetoric which centers around a trans person's appearance being androgynous and thus not easily sortable into male or female categories . This may result in slurs like 'heshe' being used). Trans men, on the other hand, may experience 'misandry' (such as accusations they are going to transition into -'violent men'), misogyny (such as insinuations trans men are being led astray and that they are incapable of thinking for themselves) and a similar kind of misandrogyny trans women may face. Nonbinary people may experience misandrogyny (such as being forcibly put into a male or female category against their wishes, especially in a medical setting), misogyny (such as rhetoric which claims being nonbinary is a social contagion amongst those assigned female at birth) or 'misandry' (such as rhetoric that claims those assigned male at birth who are nonbinary are identifying as such in order to be predatory). In short, every kind of trans person experiences a mix of misogyny, 'misandry' and misandrogyny. It differs from group to group as well as from person to person.

These tenets are foundational to transunitism. A synthesis of transunitism theory and transfeminism results in what the transunitism movement stands for.

It is my hope that through transunitism theory, we will create a trans community that includes all, aids all and fights for all.

Thank you for reading.

Luke, 01/01/2023

References:

Koyama, Emi. The Transfeminist Manifesto, 2001 & 2003 p. 2-4

Koyama, Emi. The Transfeminist Manifesto, 2001 & 2003 p. 1

Koyama, Emi. The Transfeminist Manifesto, 2001 & 2003 p. 10

Bettcher, Talia, Trans Feminism: Recent Philosophical Developments, 2017, p.2

Martino, Wayne, Omercajic, Kenan, A trans pedagogy of refusal: interrogating cisgenderism, the limits of antinormativity and trans necropolitics. Pedagogy, Culture & Society. 29, 2021, p.679

[drefear]

Hail to the King

Chapter 4: Understanding

Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.

TW: angst, violence, backstory, Miguel will consistently be a dick.

Your back hit the mat beneath you with a thud, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You hissed at the bruise that would form on your leg now, taking another hit from Miguel. 

“Get up.” He commanded and you glared at him, looking over your weaker frame like a tree staring down at a squirrel. “You haven’t improved.” 

“Well, it’s been a week! Can’t you just teach me to shoot a gun?” You panted, trying to regain your breath as he rolled his eyes at you. 

“And if you drop your gun?” His face was still hard, stoic, as he gave you a sharp tone. “Or even better, if you forget it? What will you do then?” He asks. 

You fall silent, sighing and getting up. “Ok, fair… but I’m not big like you, and I’m definitely not as strong.” You get into the fighting stance he taught you an hour ago. “And this is my first lesson.” 

He shot out a punch and you leaned out of the way, before feeling his foot pull your knees forward, bringing you to a kneeling position before him. His hand grabs your throat as he bends down, too tall to grab you normally. 

“Again.” He stated, before you stood up, huffing. 

“This is getting me nowhere.”

“Because you’re not understanding how dire these lessons are. You’d be dead in ten minutes if you had to handle a fraction of what I do in a week. Your first meeting would have you being sold on the black market.” His words were like a movie, not reality, right? 

“The black market is real?” 

“…carajo.” He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Maybe you should have stayed a waitress…” Miguel mumbled as you glared at him now, disliking the feeling of not being able to do something. 

“Again.” You called out and let him throw the first punch, dodging and slipping past him, punching him in the back. He barely moves as he looks at you over his shoulder. 

“Ok. You got past me and got a hit in. Let’s end today on that note.” He straightened up and rolled his shoulders, barely having broken a sweat during your training. Meanwhile, you were gasping for air most of the time. “Start training in the gym to grow some stamina.” 

“And when the hell am I supposed to have time for that?” 

“You work 8-5, we train from 5:30-7, so you should use the gym from 7-8. You can run for about an hour, or do some sort of cardio.” He stated like it was completely natural. “How do you think everyone else in the world does it?” You crossed your arm, hating this all. 

“Most normal jobs just make you finish reports.” 

“I could fire you, if you’d like.” He added. You pondered a bit at the idea of finding a new job and a new apartment. You mentally realized that you were essentially fucked without your position here, working for Spider Man. 

“Fine, fine, relax.” You stretched your arms as you felt the sore muscles start to settle in. He gave you a rough first lesson, and basically beat you to a pulp at the same time. You glanced and he wasn’t even tired, not even sweating. This was just another day to him. 

And then it dawned on you. He didn’t have to be here, helping you. He did this because he wanted you to be able to protect yourself from your ex, to protect yourself in the world, and in his world. You mentally sighed in defeat as you looked back up at him. 

“By the way… thanks. For teaching me.” 

“Don’t thank me.” Is all he said as he walked away. You retreated to the women’s locker room as he went to the men’s and rinsed off, scrubbing the layers of sweat you’d accrued during that session and threw on some t-shirt and sweatpants. You exited and saw him waiting for you. 

You couldn’t help but gawk a bit. He was still a bit wet from rinsing off himself and wearing a clean tank top with basketball shorts. Quirking his brow at you, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. You snapped out of the small daze and walked towards the door, as he followed. “Sorry, I just remembered. I called three escort services and they all refused.” 

“What do you mean they refused?” 

“They agreed until they asked who the service was for and when I told them, they said no thank you. One actually just hung up on me.” You glanced up at him and you saw that he was… pouting? 

“Great. So word got around, hmm?” He mumbled and now it was your turn to raise a brow in confusion. He huffed and looked away. “I have a… unhealthy sexual appetite, and one of the last times I used an escort service, I may have insulted the girl.” 

“May have? What did you say?” He was quiet, not wanting to say it out loud as you crossed your arms. “Tell me.” You rushed him and he blew a strand of hair from his face in defeat. 

“Ok, I called her an ugly duckling and said that I didn’t use an escort service for some vanilla chick with no ass.” He rushed out the sentence, but each word took you a second to process. Once you did, you smacked his arm and he jolted. “Hey!” 

“What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to make someone mad, or are you just naturally talented at being a grade A dick?” You barked and placed your hands on your hips, “No wonder you need someone to monitor you! You’re terrible with people.” You announced and he looked down at you with a bored expression, as if you were just talking about the weather. 

“Look, I’m not proud of it. I just get annoyed when I can’t get off.” He rolled his neck and started walking again like what he’d just said was no big deal. 

“You need a therapist.” 

“No, what I need is for you to find me a date.” He glanced at you sideways and you were awestruck. 

“How am I supposed to find you a nice woman to have as a date to this event if you scare away everyone you meet and ruin peoples lives?” 

“I did not ruin her life, she got the wrong idea. I wanted sex, she wanted a relationship.” Miguel’s lack of emotion was starting to really piss you off. 

“Whatever. If I find you someone and they can’t deal with you, then it’s not my fault.” You waved him off as you got into the elevator with him. He tilted his head while looking at you and after a moment of silence, finally spoke again. 

“You’ll be my date.” His voice was serious, but you couldn't help but laugh. When he wasn’t smiling or laughing with you, you started to worry. 

“You can’t be serious.” 

“Dead serious.” “Why me?” You asked, shoulders slumping a bit in exaggeration to show how badly you did not want to go. 

“You’re technically single, you can handle my honesty, and you’re gorgeous. Problem solved.” He gave you a curt nod as the doors opened again and he stepped out. You followed hot on his heels. 

“Problem most definitely not solved.” 

“How?” 

“I won’t fuck you!” You threw your hands up, making him spin around to you and think for a second. His nose scrunched a bit as you shook your head. “I don’t have a dress for this either.” 

“Use the company card.” He waved that off and walked back towards your car. “I can find a fuck for the night if I want one. I don’t expect you to sleep with me, and I’m somewhat shocked you thought that was a stipulation.” He didn’t turn around, just continued and stood by your driver’s side door as he waited patiently for you to catch up. 

Meanwhile, you were practically bursting into flames from anger. “I have a headache.” 

“I’ll have a car waiting at 6pm on Saturday. Be early.” He spoke as you got into the car, shutting the door without a response. Getting fired started to sound like fun… 

Thank God for the weekend. You spent that Saturday lounging around your apartment, just decompressing from the hectic week you had. A few times, you thought you heard something coming from your window, and maybe your fire escape, but you also had noisy neighbors and lived in a big city, so you shrugged it off. Cleaning, listening to music, cooking, and doing some living room yoga was mainly what your day had consisted of. At night, you tossed and turned about the stupid event Miguel was now forcing you to go to.

No, forcing you to be his date to, and it made you restless. What the fuck were you going to do?

Sunday, you had accepted your fate with this whole gala-event thing and decided to go shopping. You'd buy a super expensive dress, and a bunch of jewelry to match, and you'd get Lyla to sign off for the business expense. Because fuck him.

It was time to treat yourself, and you did just that. Lunch by the garden and shopping on 5th was something you'd never get used to, but you loved it just the same.

Strolling into multiple different stores, you finally stood as someone walked up to you to help you.

"I'm looking for something that would make a man without a heart fall to his knees, and it's going to be a very big gala."

A Gala? Do you mean the one in a week?" The sales woman's eyes widened and you nodded, "Why don't we have you work with a designer and get something custom? Everything off the rack won't be nice enough, especially with your goal." She winked and you smiled, almost evilly. What was more expensive than a custom designer gown?

Matching diamond earrings and a necklace, that's what. And you bought both. What a perfect Sunday.

Nothing about the next day had been what you’d thought would happen when you woke up and maybe that was your karma from your shopping spree.

Sure, the work day was normal. Paperwork, phone calls, walk in on Miguel fucking the director of events, finish a few reports and then work out with Miguel. But a phone call as you had gotten into your car made your blood freeze. 

“Hey baby.” Eddie’s voice had you staring into the nothing in front of you, still parked as his smile could be heard on the other end. 

“H-Hi Eddie.” You barely spoke, only loud enough to answer him so he wouldn’t get mad. 

“I finally found your new phone number, isn’t that great? Now we can talk about you coming home.” The words he was saying made your stomach feel as if it might fall out of your ass. You grit your teeth as you listen, then feel your phone buzz against your ear. 

“Eddie, I’m getting a call on the other line, can I call you back later?” 

“You’re gonna hang up on me?” The irritation in his tone made tears form in your eyes, fear that you hadn’t felt in weeks rising from your toes and washing over you quickly. 

“It’s work, sweetie. Please.” You begged and the buzzing began again, knowing that you’d for sure be in trouble if you let it ring any longer. 

“Don’t make me wait for long.” He said and the line went dead, making you snap back into reality and quickly answer. 

“Hello-” 

“Why have you been sitting in your car this long?” Miguel’s voice was as monotone as ever and you tried to hide your sniffling, which was in vain. “And why do you sound like you’ve been crying?” 

“It’s nothing, I had to make a phone call.” Technically, you weren’t lying. “Which I have to call him back now.” 

“Him?” There was a question in his voice, and when you went to answer, he clicked his tongue. “That jackass called you?” Your silence was deafening as Miguel hummed in response to your lack of an answer. “You’ll stay with someone else tonight.” “What?” You gapped. “You can’t be serious.” 

“Are you forgetting where you work? He could have gone to terrible lengths to find you, and he might be willing to go to worse ones if we don’t figure this all out fast. There’s no time to be so trusting to fate.” He lectured and you huffed, as you were becoming aware that you did a lot with Miguel. 

“I can’t just expect someone to be able to house me for the night.” 

“I can. You’ll stay with Gwen.” He decided and you could barely even speak at his borderline official decree. 

He followed you back to the apartment building and tried as you both stepped into your apartment. As you packed a small bag, he checked all of your windows, your front door, and your fire escape. 

“Have you ever used your fire escape before?” His voice broke you out of the mental checklist you’d created to remember everything you needed to take to Gwen’s. 

“No, why?” You asked in response and he didn’t speak, making you pipe up. “Why?” 

“The ladder is down, but only up to your floor. The rest of the ones above you are still unused, and there’s definitely been someone here because there’s shoe marks all over your level.” His conclusion made your knees weak. Someone had been here. 

“Do you think he’s been here?” You asked, but MIguel shook his head. 

“It wasn’t him. These are dress shoes, italian. He doesn’t seem like the type to wear expensive clothing when going to stalk his ex, which means he has outside help.” When you moved to see where Miguel was, he was crouched down by the metal flooring of the fire escape. He sighed and continued to stare at the markings. “Pack for an extra day, I’ll have Hobie stay here the next two nights and see if he sees anything.” 

“He’ll be staying in my apartment?” You shrunk backwards, becoming overwhelmed. Something was wrong, very wrong. Everything that had happened since you’d moved to the city was strange, almost too planned. You thought backwards to meeting Miguel, working for him, your ex finding you, being forced to work in a position that Lyla obviously could have been handling. It was like everything around you was targeting you. 

“Is someone after me?” You blurted out, and Miguel’s eyes snapped to yours. The answer was clear as day without any words, and you stumbled backwards. “How long? How long have you known this?” You splayed out on the floor, breathing uneven as you felt your chest practically convulsing, and saw him stand up to his full height, like a lion staring down at a field mouse. 

“Get your bag.” His expression was unbothered, almost bored, as he walked back your cowering figure and to the door. “I’ll be waiting in the hall.” 

And there you sat, shivering in the realization that none of this was an accident or luck. 

This was all you. 

The night came and a black blanket covered the sky by the time you arrived at Gwen’s place, getting out and practically running into her waiting arms. Miguel whispered something to the driver, and they made a call. Gwen held you close as you told her about your past, about Eddie and your family. You grew up in a small town, fell in love with your high school sweetheart, got married, and the rest was history. Now, here you were, living in a world that was predetermined around you. You left that part out, since you didn’t have any actual answers yet. 

Gwen nodded and listened like the great friend she was, and told you it would all be ok. That was all you had wanted to hear. 

After some ramens, you moved to lay down on Gwen’s couch and soon fell to sleep to the sound of rain falling outside. Gwen closed her bedroom door and sighed, pulling out her phone. The call only rang once before it was picked up on the other end. 

“Is she asleep?” Miguel asked, obviously not in the mood for pleasantries. Then again, when was he ever?

“She’s asleep, but I think you need to tell her the truth, and preferably soon. She’s not dealing with any of this well, and she’s already been through a lot.” 

“I didn’t ask for the morality police, Gwen, I just need you to keep an eye out right now so that he can’t find her. Hobie and Pavitr are monitoring her apartment now, and once they’re done, I’m having Lyla scan for any bugs or plants.” He explained, “so just do your job and make sure she stays safe. If you need anything else, call Lego. He’ll be staying in a guest suite a few doors from you two in case something happens.” He concluded. “Are we clear?” 

“Crystal.” Gwen answered and waited until he hung up, tossing her phone on her bed and holding her face in her hands. 

Who were you?

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What to Expect | Chapter 13

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synopsis: The Seresins decide to come to dinner. Jake not only stands up for himself, but for you and his unborn daughter.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: pregnancy, cursing, canon character death, injuries, topgun shit, fighting, questions of paternity, unrequited love and some yearning

No matter how old you got, family dinners always had some ounce of awkwardness to them. Especially when both you and Jake’s families got together. It wasn’t that Margaret and George didn’t get along with your parents, it was that they acted like they were better than them. Your father and George were both very accomplished men, in two different ways. George was a successful businessman, coming from a long line of oil barons in Texas. He was also a big shot donor to the University of Texas, and even had a press box with his name on the door. 

The first time you had ever met Margaret and George was at a Texas Longhorns game. Jake had brought you back to Texas for homecoming weekend. You hadn’t ever been big into sports, the college you went to wasn’t very big into football, but you had participated a couple times in the Saturday game day festivities. But like they said, ‘everything is bigger in Texas’. 

You stuck out like a sore thumb compared to Jake and his family. For one, you didn’t have anything burnt orange, so you settled on wearing light wash jeans and a white t-shirt. Your skin had a natural tan to it from living in a place where the sun was out almost every day of the year, and it didn’t look orange like some of the women walking around. You also opted to wear your hair in a ponytail, and not teased to the high Heavens. Jake explained that his sisters, and mother were both alumni baton twirlers who had all married alumni football players, so homecoming was a big deal. 

You had never once felt comfortable or at home around the Seresins. Jake had tried his hardest whenever he brought you around them. But his parents were always so cold towards you. They hardly welcomed you into the family like they had done with his sisters' spouses. He wasn’t sure if it was because you didn’t come from some wealthy family in Texas, or because you had a very strong personality. But that’s what Jake loved about you. He loved that you were different from every girl he went to highschool with. He loved that you had more ambition than to just be some housewife that waits on him hand and foot. 

After his parents basically crashed the baby shower, Sarah decided to deescalate the situation by inviting Margaret and George to dinner. Jake was seething with anger at his parents entrance, they never could walk into a room without causing all the attention to go to them. You were thankful that your mom had a heart of gold and knew exactly what to do, cause you were ready to go run and hide in the bathroom. 

“Do we really have to do this?” Jake asked, as he parked in your parents driveway. He had spent the afternoon helping you put baby shower gifts away, and shit talking about his parents. 

“Yes, we do,” Bradley said from the backseat of Jake’s truck. You looked over your shoulder at him, “Well. . . you two do. I’m only here because your mom said she’s making pork ribs.” 

You giggled, leave it to Rooster to be the comedic relief that everyone needed, “Buckles is right, we have to do this. It’s bad enough we’ve waited until I am literally about to pop.” 

“What if they send you into preterm labor?” 

“Oh my god, what if they do!?” Jake asked, “We don’t even know if the car seat is secure! I let Fanboy install it.” 

“Okay, calm down. You’re making me, the pregnant woman, start to panic and that’s not good,” You said, trying to ease Jake’s nerves, “And they won’t send me into preterm labor. I am fine, we are all fine. We aren’t teenagers sneaking behind our parents back and raw dogging in the back of your truck after Friday night football games. We are adults. We can do this.” 

“Speak for yourself,” Rooster rolled his eyes and you shot him a glare which he gave you a smile in return, “Let’s go in!” 

Jake let out a breath, and got out of the truck, jogging around to the otherside to help you out of the truck. In the past week or so since Jake has been back, you have found it to be harder and harder to get in and out of Jake’s truck. Jake fixed his shirt and hair as he rang the doorbell to your parents house. 

“Jacob, sister, Buckles,” Stephanie said as she answered the door, “Come in!” 

“Nice to see you too,” Rooster said and kissed Stephanie’s cheek as he walked in. 

“I see that Y/N brought Jake and my unborn niece,” Dylan Kazansky said walking into the entryway, “And what did you bring Bradshaw?” 

“Beer,” Bradley said, holding up the six pack that Jake actually bought but he didn’t want to create a bad image of drinking when his heavily pregnant baby momma couldn’t. 

“Your parents are insufferable,” Gia added as she joined the conversation, “I thought Y/N had no personality, but your parents are the personification of watching paint dry.” 

“You haven’t changed at all,” Bradley rolled his eyes. Bradley and Jake both dislike Gia as much as you did, but they kept the disdain a little better underwraps than you did. 

Gia watched as Bradley walked by going towards the kitchen before following after him. You and Jake stood in the entryway by yourselves, Jake trying to talk himself up before going to face his and your parents. 

No matter how old Jake got, he would always be somewhat afraid of his father. Even after facing death several times, and constantly flying in a metal death trap, George Seresin was not someone you wanted to be on the bad side of. He was smart, and sneaky which kept him in such good business. He knew how to work the playing field and install fear into those around him. Margaret wouldn’t have her own two feet to stand on if it wasn’t for George constantly being behind her. You always wondered how their children turned out to be some of the kindest people you ever met. 

“Hey, we can leave anytime you want. We kind of have a built in excuse for the next couple years,” You pointed to your belly and Jake smiled. 

“I’ll be fine,” Jake sighed and touched your belly, “I need to get over it. How can I be a good father if I can’t even face my own?” 

You frowned and opened your mouth to say something, but Jake just shook his head and grabbed your hand, guiding you towards the dinning room where everyone was gathered. He took a deep breath as he pushed the door open and was met with the sight of his parents standing at one end, basically talking amongst themselves while everyone was gathered at the other, engaging in another conversation. Jake rolled his eyes at his parents' behavior and walked over to where your family was. 

“Jake, glad you’re here,” Ice said and shook his son-in-law’s hand, “Bug,” He kissed your cheek, “How are you feeling?” 

“Tired,” You said, “Very, very tired. Can we eat?” 

“Go engage with your in-laws first,” Ice nodded over towards Jake’s parents. Leave it to your dad to try and promote good hostmanship in the two of you. Jake clenched his jaw and put his hand on the small of your back. 

“George, Margaret, it’s nice to see you,” You said and stuck your hand out for them to shake. Margaret’s hands were dainty and always cold, and her handshake was weak, it always made you uncomfortable having to shake her hand. George’s handshake was one he had perfected from years in sales, it was strong as a way for him to assert power. 

“I apologize we didn’t have much time to talk after the shower. I was so exhausted from the-” 

“I had three children, I know what it is like,” Margaret said and took a sip of her martini. You fought the urge to roll your eyes cause you weren’t quite sure if Margaret really knew what it was like. Of course she did birth all three Seresin kids, but she passed them off quickly to a revolving door of nannies and caretakers. Jake said he can’t remember his mother hugging him before the age of ten. 

“Sorry,” You answered, “Thank you for the shower gift.” 

“If we had known about. . . it,” Margaret looked down at your bump, “Sooner, we could’ve gotten you something better. I guess a gift card would have to do.” 

“Our daughter doesn’t need a Chanel purse or a Versace onesie,” Jake rolled his eyes knowing that was probably something his mother would get. Margaret was always buying lavish gifts with her husband’s credit card. Both Annie and Charlotte had Chanel diaper bags. You were quite happy with the one that you had gotten from Target at your baby shower. 

Sarah could sense the tension from across the room, watching as you fisted the sides of your dress in your hands, and Jake shifted his weight from foot to foot. She had only met Jake’s parents a couple of times, once when Jake graduated from TopGun and again when their daughter Charlotte graduated from medical school. Sarah was always nice to Margaret and George, offering them a place to stay in their guest house, and offering to have dinner for Charlotte at the main house. Though both times Margaret and George never responded to Sarah’s invite, they still showed up at the front door. Sarah knew she had to break up the conversation between Mr and Mrs Seresin before either you or Jake threw a drink in someone's face. 

“Everybody!” Sarah said, moving away from her husband, “Dinner is ready! Please, take your seats.” Ice smiled at his wife, and kissed her cheek before moving to his spot at the head of the table. Jake grabbed your hand and led you to your spot, pushing your chair in, before taking his usual seat at the end. 

“Jacob, what are you doing?” George asked his son, looking at him confused. 

“That’s his-” 

“Shush,” George said, cutting Gia off. She raised her eyebrows in surprise and then looked at you. You just shrugged and watched as Jake hung his head in defeat, moving away from the chair to sit in the empty chair on your right side. 

Ice clenched his jaw as Dominic, the family cook, brought out the plates of food. For as long as Jake has been in this family, he has always sat at the other end of the table, and no one seemed to argue about it. In fact, it was Iceman who placed him there on the very first family dinner he had ever had with the whole Kazansky family. Ice wanted to say something, but he withheld, knowing it would just make things worse for you and Jake. Ice never cared for Jake’s parents. They had always acted like they were better than him, that George was more of an accomplished man than he was. Ice never liked to brag about his accomplishments (unless your name was Pete Mitchell) so he had listened and let George ridicule his awards and medals that hung around the study. 

Dinner was awkwardly quiet as everyone ate. Your appetite was nearly diminished which you weren’t sure if it was because of the tension or because you just felt so full all of the time. You didn’t think anyone noticed the way you pushed around the greens and potatoes on your plate, but ever the eagle eyed George Seresin did. 

“Don’t you need to eat for the baby?” He asked. 

“By the looks of her, I’d say she’s eaten enough,” Margaret mumbled, sipping her drink. Gia huffed and pushed back in her chair a bit. You knew she was wanting to say something but you shot her a look. 

“I am just not very hungry tonight,” You said softly, “I’ve been having a lot of heartburn lately and it kind of shuts my appetite down.” 

“I never had that with my children,” Margaret said. 

“I had it with mine,” Sarah answered. You were so thankful for your mother, you weren’t sure if you would be able to get through this without her. 

“Doesn’t heartburn mean the baby is gonna have more hair?” Dylan asked and Stephanie looked at him weird, “What?! Mom said all of us had full heads of hair, and Jake has great hair, so I’m guessing Baby K will too.” 

“Baby K?” George asked, looking at his son. 

“Kazansky,” You answered, “We both decided that the baby’s last name will be Kazansky, since we aren’t married.” 

“Bullshit,” George cursed and Ice clenched his jaw, giving him a death glare, “Once you two get the results of the paternity test, you need to get legally married so the baby’s last name will be Seresin.” 

“One, we are not doing a paternity test and two, the baby’s last name is Kazansky. Already talked about,” Jake said, shifting in his seat to face his father. George’s green eyes bore into his sons, trying to give him that same look that used to send a young Jake Seresin cowering into the corner. You grabbed Jake’s hand, seeing them start to shake. He glanced at you quickly and you squeezed his hand reassuring him that everything was okay. 

 “This is what she has you believing? That the bastard child is-” 

“Okay,” Gia said, slamming her hands on the table with enough force to send dishes clattering, and standing up to stare George down.  

“Gianna,” You warned and Stephanie shook her head. When Gia was mad she was like a freight train down a hill, you couldn’t stop her, but you could move out of the way quickly enough to save yourself. 

“I don’t know what your deal is, but you’re acting like assholes,” Margaret gasped at Gia’s cursing, “Your son is doing the right thing, and he has since he found out about the little crotch goblin. Most men his age and with his occupation would’ve run for the hills if an ex showed up at his doorstep saying she was pregnant with his baby. But Jake hasn’t run, and believe me, he’s had enough ammunition to pack his bags and leave,” Bradley looked down at the piece of chicken on his plate, “So what the Baby’s last name is gonna be Kazansky, that sure means hell of a lot more than Seresin-” 

“Little girl, watch your-” 

“I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you,” Now your father was standing, staring George down, “I have watched for years as you have belittled not only my daughter but your own son in front of my eyes, and it ends now. He is a good man, and he wants to do right by both of them. Trust me, I am not a fan of my unwed daughter having a baby either, but there is nothing I can do but be there to support her. And as for your son. . . well it’s a damn shame the way you treat him. I am amazed that such a good, caring man can come from two evil people like you.” 

Jake fought back tears as he turned to face his father-in-law. Jake had always thought that Iceman didn’t like him. That he was just another pilot walking through the front doors of TopGun, going to be there for thirteen weeks and then gone. But over the years, Tom has shown Jake nothing but compassion and kindness. Jake knew the type of dad he wanted to be like, and he wanted to be like Iceman. Ice gave Jake a nod before sitting back down in his chair. 

“Are you going to fucking cry?” George cursed at his son. Jake sniffled and wiped a tear from under his eye. 

“Yeah, I am,” Jake said and looked at his father, “I cry, Dad. I cry a lot actually. And I don’t care if that makes me soft, if that makes me look weak. Because I am weak, but I’m also strong enough to stand up for my family and to tell you both to get the hell out.” 

“Jacob,” Margaret said, finally speaking up, “Don’t do this-” 

“You two will never get to know your granddaughter. And it doesn’t matter if her name is Kazansky or Seresin, or fucking Bradshaw for all I care. . . I love her and she’s mine. And you two,” Jake pointed at his parents, “Do not know the first thing about loving someone other than yourselves. So please, leave my father-in-law's house.” 

George clenched his jaw, and looked around the table. Margaret had tears in her eyes as she watched her son stand up for himself and the woman he loved. You looked at Jake with nothing but more adoration in your eyes, and he looked over at you with the same look. George scoffed and wiped his face before throwing his napkin down on the plate. His chair scraped back as he stood up, and then grabbed Margaret up from her chair. The last thing Jake saw of his mother was the tears in her eyes and George pulled her out of the house. When the door slammed shut, it was like everyone let out a collective breath. 

“Holy fuck,” You said, “I need a drink.” Everyone laughed and agreed with you. 

“How about I start serving up dessert?” Sarah said, getting up her seat, “And we move this into the living room.” Everyone agreed, and slowly they got up from their chairs. 

When you and Jake were the only two left in the dining room, you grabbed his hand and placed it on your belly. He looked up at you, his green eyes wet with tears. 

“Oh honey,” You said and moved to sit in Jake’s lap, wrapping your arms around him as he cried, “It’s okay. I promise, it’s okay.” 

“It’s not okay,” Jake said, pulling away from you a bit. He wiped under his eyes and put his hand on your belly, “Nothing about what happened is even remotely okay. They called our daughter a bastard.” 

“I’m not saying that part was okay,” You sighed, and ran your fingers through his blonde hair, “I’m saying that them leaving is probably a good thing. I don’t know about you but I don’t want someone like that in our lives, let alone our daughter’s life.” 

“I don’t either,” Jake said, and looked up into your eyes. You two held eye contact for a moment, before you leaned in and kissed him. Jake sighed into the kiss, pulling your body even closer to his. You ran your hands through his hair, pulling on the perfect blonde locks, licking his bottom lip. The kiss turned passionate quickly, the two of your mouths moving against each other with no flaw. 

“Jake,” You whispered as his lips moved from yours to your jaw and down to your neck, “As much as I love this, we can’t do this here.” You gently pushed him away and for a second you saw the hurt flash in his eyes, but you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Take me home.” 

He nodded, and patted your thigh so you would stand up from his lap. Jake adjusted himself in his pants before taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen where your family was at. Bradley was telling some enthusiastic story with Dylan and Ice which had the whole Kazansky family laughing, even Gia. A smile graced your lips as Jake wrapped an arm around you. 

This was the family you wanted around your baby.

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Lookism Men x Female Reader "Their types on a woman" PART 3

A/N: I dunno how many times I'll say this but THANK YOU for 62 followers!!! Your support means so much to me and that's why I've been writing Lookism content for you! (I've been doing my best) So here's another one for the other characters. Genre: fluff ☁️ (for some parts) Warnings: Slight mentions of body parts (boobs, butts) and bit of dirty things/references and mature topics for Goo and Gun's part; not really a heavy nsfw post but I just have to add it for the sensitive and younger audience.

Jake Kim (Kim Gim Yeong)

Seriously why is so cute and hot though. Like just look at this picture he's so precious.

But to be serious I can see Jake with someone who shares his humor. I can see him tweeting on Twitter "Who will be my Mrs. Boobs to my Mr. Butt?" while showing the picture of his buns just to annoy the heck out of Samuel and you (lmao that mf). If you reply back with an insult, trust me your cellphone will ring with bunch of notifications of Jake teasing the heck out of you "Aww I know you like my butt Y/N." "SHUT UP YOU'RE NOT EVEN THAT THICK". Although he won't take his jokes too far especially if you're uncomfortable with it and he'll apologize way too much if you got offended.

I can also see Jake with someone who has that playful charm beneath their serious personality but can be also easily teased (kind of a mix of a flirt and tsundere). "Mr. Butt?" "Mrs. Boobies?" "OH SHUT THE FU-".

And even you don't share the same humor completely, seeing you smile at his jokes makes his HEART MELLTTT (it makes him feel appreciated so much AHHHHHHHH).

And in addition, Jake likes their someone who is fair all the time. If a woman fights for her rights and for the people around her is the reasonable way, this man will fall for them. He really loves a woman with good morals. You know that his father treated him and his mother badly (as we know in the manhwa) that's why he used to hate getting involved with gangsters. I also headcannon that he doesn't like women who causes trouble all the time (especially in really bad ways like getting into fights with other people if you don't even have a reason to/drama queens). Jake also doesn't like women who takes advantage of other people especially in the wrong ways especially for money and power to boost up your hierarchy on a higher level. So if you're a man-eater, this man is not for you.

Am I the only one who headcannons that Jake doesn't like a woman who drinks alcohol and party too much? It kind of remind him of his father with other women (daddy issues). It's not that partying is completely bad, even himself probably drinks ones in a while but he's not really obsessed with it. And he also worries that if you go to a club alone, something bad will happen to you. You know people these days are complete perverts (he admits that he likes boobies and butts but he doesn't touch them without consent y'know). So if you wanna drink with somebody, if Jake's available he will even treat you! He'll buy your favorite snacks and brand of beer that you like! He'll even invite Jerry, Lineman, Sinu and other Big Deal members to join the party if you're okay with it. Sharing moments like this really makes him happy especially if you interact and get along with his friends/crewmates. And also going to expensive and fancy clubs (Club Vivi ehem) is just a waste of money for him, and you can be even involved to illegal stuff without knowing so it's much safer to drink with your homies in your/their place. Responsible women are also a win for him. Managing your time and your feelings for others can catch his attention especially if you're the gleeful and helpful type despite being reserved at times. Being a mature person can catch his attention and he finds that fascinating.

His types of dates will be cooking together or taking you to "fancy" restaurants if he has the budget to try being a romantic. Jake also likes a sentimental someone who sees his efforts despite it failing sometimes. Jake has that natural charm on him that can attract anybody (even gay men don't try to deny it). He may be a natural flirt but he would definitely show their real affection and their romantic side with someone if they really deserve it.

If you're the good joker in the class he'll be your perfect pair. He also really likes it when you deny that you like him back just to see your reaction but don't take it too far though it can hurt his feelings.

Goo Kim (Kim Joon Goo)

Oh this mf doesn't like anybody, he's attracted to money.

Lol I'm kidding (but I think it's almost canon sooo...)

Like Jake, He likes a woman with a really similar and good sense of humor. He's easily bored and mostly an outgoing person contrasting Gun's personality. So having a someone who literally won't stop talking about non-sense topics can catch Goo's attention if he finds the conversation interesting. Or if a woman is often trying to be serious but easily gets distracted and annoyed, this could be a win-for-win for Goo. "Are you doing something important? Why won't I annoy you? You literally look so cute when you get angry." "Goo can you just-" "Hell no you're not giving me attention for 3 minutes straight" (*sigh* this guy).

And sorry to break it to you Jun Goo fangirls, but this dude LOVES SUGAR MOMMIES. You might expect something sweet for Goo's ideal type on a woman but he really probably uses loves women with LOTS AND LOTS OF MONEY. But if he finds you interesting, he might give you a free tour on Disney Land lmao.

Or if he just thinks a woman is hot for his standards he just hits up on them, he likes boobs and butts no matter what size and is not ashamed of it? (and he'll probably... I don't wanna say it lol as long if he has consent).

Or probably when a woman is good at fighting, he might ask and request for you to be his secret friend ;) He's not like superrr obsessed to get someone as his successor like Gun. But if you have good fighting skills, why not ask you to work with him right? (He'll probably ask for your number too if he just finds you plain attractive). I just think that Goo just doesn't care about getting a date? If you find him hot or not? If you don't think he's attractive he'll play dumb and tease you even if your being honest about him not being your type. "Like really? You don't find me hot? Aww that's sad I thought you have higher standards in men". Or if you do find him hot he'll be like: "Aww thanks sweetheart, I always know that I'm smoking attractive". He will probably ask you out on a date if he finds you pretty too? But as we all know, Goo gets easily bored. So it's really risky for you to take your feelings on the other level. He mostly sees women for one night stands. So falling for him can lead to high expectations just because he's more talkative and chatty unlike Gun who's well reserved. Be careful.

Another thing, if a woman is a bit sadistic in terms of combat (you know like Kakegurui girls), he'll get a little bit too excited to get someone as his partner in crime. (I DO NOT CONDONE OR PROMOTE SADISM IN REAL LIFE INCASE OF FEELING THESE STUFF IN YOUR PERSONAL LIFE PLEASE SEEK PROFESSIONAL HELP).

Overall Goo is a red flag, avoid as much as possible (We don't know much about him or his past/personal life so I'm not completely judging him but yeah).

Gun Park (Park Jung Gun)

Another red flag here (I swear to God some handsome people are the most sussiest ones)

I think it's canon that (anybody regardless of gender), who Gun thinks or considers strong, fitting and has potential to be his successor, he will find them interesting? I feel like he's a m*sochist.

Or if he just finds someone hot he will just y'know.

But I think unlike Goo, Gun still have a bit of humanity inside him despite not being obvious at times (not when he's fighting he's literally a beast when beating someone's ass but y'know what I mean). He really finds a woman attractive if she has some core values in them. Like for example being fair in most cases. But he also really likes it when a woman is destructive in combat without loosing their cool.

Like some Lookism men, Gun hates whiny and noisy girls. If he almost can't handle Goo's immaturity, what more for just some side girl? (I know this might some rude or offensive for some fangirls but I want to make this accurate and possible). He's not really an affectionate person but he will appreciate it if his girlfriend can show her love for him in a different and interesting manner. Examples are cooking healthy dishes for him, giving him massages, going to the gym together, etc.. He's not really an outgoing person but I think if you initiated to go on public dates if both of you have the free time he won't mind it. He will also appreciate it if both of you share or split the bill for the spending or when living together at your shared apartment.

And also despite being h*rny sometimes, I also think that Gun really value someone not only for their looks, I headcannon that just like Hudson, he really likes it when their someone is passionate about what they want to do to succeed in life whether it's fighting or not. He absolutely despises people who won't risk to change their selves for the better and healthier side of them.

He's not much of a clingy person but he also likes someone who's caring. He might not admit it for the sake of not being seen as "vulnerable and weak" but if he really feels that if someone values him deeply he might actually start to like them. It's a slow process especially for someone like Gun who's known for being a monster in combat to be romantically involved. And he also likes being the role of the protector if he will ever get into a mature and real relationship.

Gun's taste in women is complex, it can be a playful chick and a bit insane one (I DON'T CONDONE THIS ONE IN REAL LIFE), a passionate girl reaching for success and happiness in life, or just a normal one. Either way, if he seriously falls in love with a girl/someone which is rare for it to happen, Goo will still tease him for it (not like he cares anyways).

Sinu Han (Han Sin Woo)

A simp, a reasonable simp

You'll probably meet Sinu if you're part of the street that he will protect later on. You first thought that his hero-complex is getting in the way for himself since he can get in serious trouble if he keeps sacrificing himself just for the safety of others. But since he initiate it first out of good will and he has the ability to, I guess you and the other girls don't have a problem with it.

Though you can't help but to get worried sometimes. Not only you have to bandage his wounds every single time he gets injured but you also have to scold him to be more careful when he's fighting. With Sinu not having a parental figure and making the choice to be the protector of his home street, he really cherishes someone/a woman who cares for him.

I can also imagine him being with someone who knows to do household chores just like Eli. Cooking with Sinu and learning new recipes are his way to go activity to spend some time with you if both of you are not busy. He also appreciates it when you cook for him (even if its bad he'll still probably eat it lmao). He also really likes it when you bring him his favorite snacks and watch action-movies or the horror ones (which he will cling on to you tightly when he's scared) and just overall enjoying each other's company. He also likes it when their someone gives them massages. He's probably insecure about his scars from his previous fights but he really likes it when you give him compliments about he still looks pretty/handsome despite with having many scars on his body. You really value Sinu for just being himself, strong-willed and is willing to do anything just to protect the street. And Sinu loves it when you appreciate the things that he's doing for the future of your home, your friends who you will consider yourself your family.

A mature woman with a great sense of humor can really make Sinu fall for her. If you laugh at his jokes then make your back , it can make his day even better especially when he's burned out. He really likes it when you always have that calm yet beautiful smile on your face when you see or greet him. It also makes him feel respected.

Though things will take a turn when he has to sell his self to the Workers just for the sake of everybody, for your sake even. As much as he feels devastated to be separated from Big Deal, from you and from his home, he has to do this to protect everybody. Time passes by as the drama between the 4 major crews began to heat up. Jake being stressed and having to bring back Sinu, Samuel being an asshole and everybody else being devastated from their bosses' sudden leave. As much you try to be positive that Sinu will come home soon, you hate to admit that you're loosing faith that he'll ever come back.

On a "normal" day, you're just fixing the clothing that you're selling with the help of your other friends when a group of men just appeared on the roadway with you spotting a familiar someone. It's not just Jake, Jerry, Lineman, Brad and the others but a raven-haired tall male. You can't help to be teary as you run into Sinu hugging him. "SINU I MISSED YOU DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!" you whaled as your hot tears stained his new black hoodie but he couldn't care less. "I-I miss you too Y/N. I won't leave Big Deal and everybody again, especially you."

Oh how he missed for your warm hugs and you just being clingy. Your sweet, thoughtful, and soft hearted personality makes him realize on how lucky he is to have you. So please treat him well and give him lots of kisses! He really loves your affection.

A/N: Sorry if this feels rushed but I might probably do a James Lee, Samuel, Jerry, and Jace one lol good night I hope you liked this.

[xxlovelynovaxx]

Oh lovely, the transandrophobic "trans inclusive" rad/ical feminis/ts are now calling te/rfs "twerfs" (trans woman exclusive radi/cal femin/ists).

Hey, you know how terfs "soured" a lot of people on genuine, intersectional feminism?

You're just them but trans, regardless of your gender. You're JK Rowling and Dave Chappelle in blue white and pink. You're writing essays on the evil predatory (trans) men invading (trans) women's spaces and mutilating their bodies with testosterone and cutting off perfectly healthy organs and rejecting the only good gender as traitors.

That last part is just verbatim, even.

Add trans in front of the genders in any transphobe's horrific ranting and you get your own posts. You're cruel, you're class traitors, you're feds in binders and gaffs too pathetic to even demand pay for the work you're doing for our oppressors.

Trans unity means I never give up fighting for your rights, even as you're throwing them to the wolves just for a taste of what it feels like to have your boot on someone else's throat. You justify it because of who you say has faced the "worst" pain, has been hurt the "most" by (trans)misogyny, because don't you know that women have the right to speak over any other marginalized person on their own oppression because only women really know what it's like to be oppressed?

Merlin's unwashed nutsack, do you fuckers even hear yourselves? You're indistinguishable from ter/fs!

Yeah, I'll keep fighting, because I can understand that even the most sniveling narcs who think they're "saving" people by betraying them, even the people radicalized enough that they actually believe in the bullshit they're spreading, don't deserve oppression.

Quite frankly, this post isn't FOR them, no matter how much it's worded like it is, because rage is not a tool of deradicalization and I refuse to judge even bigots every bit as taken in as your average Jehovah's witness or Amish person for doing harm while being victims of the group they're doing harm for.

(All the same, the accusations of trans people being indoctrinated and taken in by "MRA shit" are not only blatant projection, but also in the rare cases that they are true, pale in comparison to the quantity and scope of harm done by this actual significant growing group of radicalized trans people .)

Since I've mainly seen people with some form of "baeddel", who call people "transandrophobia truthers" or "transandrodorks" doing this, perhaps people need a reminder that baeddels were a group who took that name themselves (after it had fallen out of usage for several hundred years, claiming they were "reclaiming" it) who did a shit ton of harm to transmascs, nonbinary people, intersex people, and transfems.

These trans-woman "inclusive" radic/al fem/inists who actually are dangerous and violent towards every transfem that doesn't agree with you. TWIRFs are not a fucking joke. And to be exceedingly clear, there's a reason I hyphenated trans-woman in the acronym spelled out, because it's an adjective modifying inclusive; trans people of every gender make up "twirfs".

There's a decent chance they'll either take "twirfs" and wear it like a badge of honor, like some t/erfs do, or claim it's a slur, like... oh, like some terf/s do. I've read the playbook, and if there's a play I haven't laid out, I'm sure it'll be just as uninspired and plagiarized from te/rfs. But who knows, maybe they'll come up with something new and horrific and surprise us - every so often, ter/fs do that too.

Anyway, if you see this post and wanna tell me, an intersex transneufemmasc, what a horrible awful transmisogynist I am for acknowledging all forms of oppression I face and not just the single one I share with most of you, fuck off and block me. I've got no time for the usual suicide baiting, florid violent fantasies of me being raped and/or tortured and/or killed, and the like.

Besides, while you are fucking dangerous, I've got worse danger to deal with than you on a daily basis, for being a visibly genderqueer fat disabled person in a place where everything from gender roles to medicine is stuck in the 18-fucking-hundreds. I truly do not have time for your bullshit.

[kentopedia]

the thrill of the rush

nanami kento x f!reader wc: 3.0k

summary: your appetites are different, but you and nanami love just as humans do.

contents: vampire!reader and vampire!nanami, so much blood, so much praise, nsfw mdni!!!!!!, violence, gothic romance, ambiguously early 20th century

Lanterns burned bright like a siphoning beacon as the festival lived on around you.

It made for the perfect hunting grounds. The blood of an entire town pooled in one great arena, each vessel just waiting to get picked off.

The merriments raged on, despite beginning hours before. Crowds continued to show up with no end in sight.

There were too many temptations. It was hard to deny yourself any longer.

Nanami stood beside you, his presence undeniable. Centuries had yielded him, regimes rising and falling without a wrinkle appearing on his face. A force all his own, he was your lover and your maker, the two of you against the world.

He surveyed the area, his arms crossed over his chest as you waited, impatient.

His dark eyes saw through every one of the potential victims. With just a glance, Nanami knew exactly who would fight back and who wouldn’t. Who was healthy. Who was stupid enough to be lured home by two unassuming vampires.

“It’s taking you a lot longer this time,” you said, sniffing with disdain. Enough people had passed that would have sufficed for a meal.

Of course, you usually picked your victims at random. Nanami preferred to take his time, no matter how small the crowd of mortals was.

The taste was off if he didn’t choose wisely, he had told you. And perhaps, that was true—but you just believed all his years had made his tastes too sophisticated.

“You’re welcome to go off on your own,” he said, keeping his eyes on the crowd.

“Why would I do that?” you asked sincerely. “It’s so much more enjoyable with you.”

Though he didn’t say anything, you could see the small quirk of his lips, satisfied.

“There,” he finally said, nodding to a pair of men across the boulevard. They were a larger, sturdier duo of individuals. Enough to keep you fed for the next couple of days. “Think you can take care of them?”  

“I thought you’d give me more of a challenge.”

You began your advance on the two individuals, a grin sweeping onto your features.

Nanami muttered something in response behind you, but you couldn’t hear him. You were already intent on stalking your prey.

As you approached, the gentlemen were laughing, smoking together in the dreary dusk. The carousel played an endearing tune behind them, more foreboding from your perspective.

“Evening, gentlemen,” you said with your biggest smile, stumbling over to them carelessly.

The older of the men’s gaze caught onto you immediately, eyes wandering in places they shouldn’t be. You could feel Nanami’s sharp presence behind you, eager to tear into the very soul of the other man.

“Evening,” he said, blowing smoke right over your shoulder. “You out here all by yourself?”

You shrugged, smiling as you played coy. He had no idea the trouble they were about to get themselves into.

They never did.

“Unfortunately,” you said, playing on your gloom. “I got a little lonely back at home, and I thought this might be the perfect placed to find some company.” You gestured towards the crowd that surrounded you.  

The other man’s interest was piqued as well—arguably, he was the more handsome of the two. Perhaps Kento would let you have him. “Hard to believe a pretty little thing like you doesn’t have a man of her own.”

“I find it best not to limit myself to one singular man. Makes things so much easier, don’t you think?”

His eyes flashed, the blue in them darkening to intrepid navy. “I tend to agree with you, miss. We need more women with these modern sensibilities of yours, don’t we John?”

“Sure,” the man said, stamping out his cigarette. “Don’t meet too many decent women like that.”

You refrained from snorting a laugh, feeling the sharp eyes of your beloved on your neck. Instead, you weaved your way in between the two men, edging closer to them with every utterance.

“So, I have the pleasure of meeting mister John and mister…” You gazed up at the other, younger man from under your thick eyelashes.

“Louis,” he said, taking your hand to kiss the back of your palm in a gentlemanly manner, though his intentions were anything but.

You introduced yourself, allowing idle chatter to take over after that. Neither of them doubted your intentions. You were just a poor, innocent woman, and every syllable that left your lips was just another reason for them to trust you.

Minutes passed. They felt slow, even to your own immortal internal clock.

You quickly grew weary of the games and feigned a dramatic yawn, leaning into the shoulder of Louis. “I hate to ask this,” you said, darting your eyes away. “But would either of you mind taking me home?”

The two of them exchanged a look—much two predictable.

“I walked here this evening, and I’m much too scared to walk back in the dark.”

“Where do you live?” John asked without hesitation, and you felt a dark grin creep onto your face.

By the end of the ride, the two men had deduced your true intentions—at least, the ones you wanted them to believe. Everything was falling right into your hands, the lives of others like putty to mold to your own advantage.

Louis had placed a careful hand on your thigh throughout the ride, though you pushed him off, insisting on patience.

Truthfully, you never had any aim of really seducing your victims. Romance of mortals had since then repulsed you, years of seeing them as nothing more than meat hardening your view.

Your mortal life had been lackluster. Then you’d died, been reborn, and found your true soul in Nanami Kento.

“I had no idea you lived on this side of town,” John said, gazing at you expectantly.

The houses had grown larger on each avenue, increasing from the tenements near the fairgrounds, to modest family households, and then to the looming mansions where your own residence was.

It was unexpected for many reasons. Most aristocrats didn’t walk to a festival on their own at night. You also dressed modestly during your hunts, not wanting to draw more attention to yourself than necessary.

“I acquired a large estate upon my parents’ passing,” you shrugged. “Though that was about all that they left me.”

A lie, of sorts. It was less complex than the truth.

The two men fawned over you up the walkway to your front door, like some evil beasts were to jump out of the neatly trimmed shrubs.

Desperate to get their hands on you, they pushed you along quickly. You would have thought they were afraid of the dark themselves.  

“Does anyone reside in the manor with you?” Louis asked, looking at the dark, looming building skeptically. It seemed unattended at this present hour, only the faint candlelight livening it.

“Oh, a butler here and there. No one will bother us.”

You opened the door for them, letting them go before you. They seemed amazed by the building, despite their fine dress and pompous manner. Perhaps they weren’t as wealthy as you’d surmised.

The door clicked behind you, and Louis was upon you rapidly, his teeth bared with a grin. “So, which of us goes first? Or perhaps the both of us at the same time?”

You blinked. That was much faster than you expected.

“Well, I don’t know.” You pushed past him with the inhuman strength you hadn’t displayed before. “I’ll let Kento choose.”

You yawned, suddenly bored with the two toys. The hunger was leading to fatigue, it seemed.

“What?” John began, his confusion evident as your lover began his descent down the stairs.

The two men stared at the unwelcome figure as he entered the atmosphere, commanding the attention of his guests entirely.

“This performance was particularly convincing, my love,” Kento smiled at you, placing a gentle kissed on your forehead before stalking towards the victims.

You brightened under his praise, suddenly in a much better mood than you’d been while seducing your guests.

“The same routine gets so boring. We need to come up with something new.”

Nanami sighed, shrugging off his expensive coat in an effort to keep the blood off of it. He blinked at your wearily. “I suppose you’ll want the younger one, then?”

“You know me too well.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” John began, more angry than panicked. “What’s going on here?”

“We certainly didn’t agree upon a third party,” Louis hissed, pointing in the direction of the blond vampire.

“We didn’t really agree upon anything.” You frowned, looking between the two men. “You must have misunderstood.”

“Fucking hell.” John began to make his way to the door, his features contorted. “I’m getting out of here.”

“Not quite.” In a flash, Nanami was before him, the speed startling the aged man. He stepped back away from Nanami, who was still much faster. His teeth had sharpened into razor edges. “Now might be the best time to start making your peace with God.”

Though, really, John didn’t have much time to object or say a prayer before his throat was ripped open. Blood spurted down his dark coat.

Louis, the obviously smarter one, caught on before John did. He’d begun to sneak away, though it didn’t escape your notice. As Nanami drained the other man, you zipped towards the fleeing victim, in front of him before he could reach the threshold.

“Sweetheart,” Nanami said from over the shoulder of John, blood soaking the space between them. “I’ve told you to kill them before they try to run.”

“And I’ve told you it’s so much more fun this way.” You stared into the deep irises of your victim, watching each emotion flit through them.

“You’re a devil,” he said, blinking. The fear evaporated any rationality left in his body. “With the face of an angel.”

“Isn’t she?” With the blood drained to the brink, Nanami dropped the lifeless body. He returned to your side, fingers caressing you gently between your shoulder blades. “My own beautiful angel of death.”

“You’re distracting me, Ken." You were falling into the luxury of his soft touches, his lingering glances on every inch of the body that was borne to him.

“Sorry.” It was unapologetic. “I just want to watch.”

You traced your tongue against the sharpened edges of your canine teeth as the man before you trembled in fear. Louis was petrified as he stared at the body of the friend he’d lost to a monster.

"Please," he said, growing desperate. "I'll do anything."

“Alright, enough of that.” Before he could bat an eye, you were on Louis, fangs fastened onto the pulsing vein of his neck.

The blood flowed, a steady stream into your mouth as you sucked in the last drops before death. It was satisfying, feeling the very last light fade from their body. One that was like no other as you pulled away before they could take their last breath.

You could feel Nanami’s fingers back on your spine, encouraging as always while dually entertained.

The body grew heavier and heavier under your hands as it released its airy soul, weighing you down. Once the heart in his chest had run dry, you dropped the body with a heavy thud, turning to face Nanami.

He was beaming, face and clothes equally stained with red. As you wiped the drying blood from your hands, Nanami tugged you close to him, every touch delicate and caring.  

“You did so good, darling,” he said, his thumb tracing your chin before his hand flowered across your jaw. He smeared the blood on your lips with his thumb, then tasted it with his own tongue.

“I learned from the best.” You smiled, but there was still the ache within you, one that wasn’t satiated by the blood of the worthless men from the streets. “Yet, after all that,” you darted your eyes away for just a moment, embarrassed. “It’s still not enough, Ken.”

He studied you curiously. Blood dripped off the sharpened lines of his face, staining the white lapels of his shirt. “I must have chosen poorly this evening.”

You watched him with fangs bared menacingly, jutting against your bottom lips. “Perhaps you did.” You pressed your fingers against his neck, a silent plea that you knew he would relent to.  

Without another word, Nanami titled his neck, exposing the pulsating vein there. It strained against his pale skin, the deep blue a stark contrast.

You kept your eyes on his as your lips drew to his skin like a magnet, desperate for what lie beneath it. Nothing in Nanami’s eyes fluctuated. It was a constant stream of adoration.

“Go ahead.”

It was enough for you to break, and you latched onto the vein, breaking the skin easily. The warm liquid, fresh from the recent kill, drained into your mouth easily. You lost yourself after that, the taste of Nanami’s blood more intoxicating than anything you’d ever known as a mortal.

“That’s it, my love,” he said, caressing the top of your head as you depleted the supply, careful not to drain him of his life as well. “As much as you need.”

“Tastes so good, Kento,” you whined, savoring every heavenly drop that fell against your lips. As many times as you’d tasted it, it was always better—the sweet nectar unlike anything you’d ever had on earth. It was pure ambrosia.  

You clutched onto his shirt helplessly, losing yourself in him. Your other hand dangled limply between the two of you, and Nanami grasped it gently, bringing it to his own, red-stained lips.

He kissed your wrist, a question, a consent.

“You never need to ask.” You broke away from him for just a moment, taking an unnecessary inhale against his skin. “I’m yours for the taking.”

He smiled. You could feel the fangs protruding at the action. “I lived so many centuries without you,” he muttered, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of your cold skin. “That now I feel like I’ve reached Heaven.”

His hand drifted to your lower back, pulling you up against him. Chest to chest, you drank from one another, two lifeless hearts becoming one.

When you finally broke away, you were buzzing, the energy in you renewed.

You pulled your wrist away from Nanami’s lips, tearing the skin even further in the process; the blood seeped down your arm.

He frowned, eyebrows pulling together in displeasure, though the action didn’t last long. Your lips were on his immediately, your own blood leaking onto the roof of your mouth.

“Ken, please,” you said, pulling him closer and closer until there was no space between you. You took his wrist, guiding his hand down to the place that you needed him most.

He smiled against your lips, already anticipating your desire. “Please?”

“Please,” you said, insistent. His fingers brushed against your already dripping cunt, though they only lingered there for a moment before pulling back. “Need you so bad, Kento.”

“Alright, alright.” Nanami pushed aside the flimsy cloth of your panties, already soaking through from the taste of him running through your veins. “Only because you did so good this evening.”

He ignored the open vein on your wrist, opting for the one on your neck instead.

Nanami grazed the soft skin under your ear with his nose, licking a strip across the vein before piercing the skin. It was only a small bite, to keep your blood from releasing in just a small stream.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” he said, brushing a finger over your covered folds.

“Always, Ken,” you said, eyes rolling back as he slipped a finger inside you. Your moan rang out loudly, and you dropped your head against his shoulder as he dragged a finger in and out of you slowly, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You felt him drawing more blood from your neck—just two punctures this time, leaving you with breathy whimpers.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asked against your lips, adding a second finger into your tight hole as you clenched around his thick fingers.

You nodded, breathing heavily as he kissed the sensitive skin under your jaw. “Yeah,” you said. He brushed the sweet spot inside you, and you jerked towards him. “Fuck, right there.”

He rubbed at the spot slowly, consistently, and you could feel the pressure building in you.

His other hand grazed across your chest, brushing over your hardened nipple before pinching it between his thumb and index finger, eliciting a strangled sigh from you. You squirmed closer to him, desperate for any touch.

“Look so pretty like this,” he praised, and you tugged at his hair. Nanami ran his thumb back over your nipple before abandoning it, focusing on your aching cunt instead. “Love you so much.”

“Love you too, Kento,” you said in a breathy whisper. “I’m close.”

“Yeah?” he asked, pumping his fingers in and out faster as he rubbed your clit. “You gonna cum for me, angel?”

You whined, gushing more on his fingers as you grew nearer to your climax. As you panted, Nanami kissed you hotly, gripping your bloodied cheek in his hands with admiration.

“So good for me,” he said, watching the blissed expression on your face. “Let go, darling.”

With his encouraging words, you came, clenching around his fingers while the tension in your abdomen released. Your breathing grew heavy as you slumped against Nanami, feeling his strong arms catch you wearily.

You mumbled against his chest, tired and worn from the evening. You could feel the sun beginning to rise, the orange hues filtering out the darkness.

“Come on, love, off to bed,” he said, and he began leading you to the room on the second floor where the shared coffin lie.

You shuffled alongside him, eyes dropping wearily. “But what about you?” Despite your exhaustion, you were no fool to the straining bulge against his tight pants.

He kissed the top of your forehead, carrying you up the stairs. “Don’t worry about me.” He smiled, before peering back over his shoulder at the rising sun. “I’ve still got to dispose of the bodies.”