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ichcor · 7 months

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synopsis: wriothesley invites you to his office to taste his tea, but you're both thirsty for something (someone) else | ao3 link

tags: smut with little to no plot (MINORS DNI), wriothesley x afab!reader, oral (reader receiving), average sex stuff, creampie, short aftercare at the end

a/n: definitely did not see the red couch in his office during his story quest and had a thirsty brainrot over him. definitely not.

Merely the golden gramophone dares to chime in with its piano music to the rhythm of your sweet sighs and moans as you sit on Wriothesley's velvet colored couch with his glowed palms exploring your tights and the roughness of his finger pads grab into your soft flesh. Is it his cologne or the sweetness of his lips against the soft crook of your neck that makes you feel drunk with lust? You cannot tell, but you welcome him in an embrace; your hand finding his dark locks to tug at his hair before your lips part his, your tongue massaging his as he takes his hand under your shirt to freely fondle your tender breast.

"Mm, this dandelion tea tastes quite extraordinary with your kiss. I cannot deny that." you say, a soft giggle bubbles between the two of you before only a slight smirk remains on his lips as he begins to undo your belt and pants.

"I'm glad you agreed to this little tea tasting date, but now I think not even the most expensive tea of my collection will taste as fine as you do." he whispers as he fondles your growing wetness and heat through your jeans. He lets you lay on your back, he watches you buck your hips against his hand as his other hand caresses your hair and your cheek. Sometimes his thumb tugs at the open zipper of your pants, making you excited that he finally takes the damn thing off, but he doesn't. "Show me what you want, gorgeous."

You feel the heat rise in your chest at the way he speaks to you, making you want him on and in you even more. So you take his hand and gently lead him into your pants and underwear where the puddle of your neediness welcomes him while you pull him for another, rougher kiss. He wastes no more time to take off your and his own clothes as well before he continues to massage your sweetest spot as you lay on his couch as he is right beside you, kissing and gently sucking on your soft neck. You feel his cock grow with ache against your side with each minute, but he doesn't give in; his fingers go in and out with precision, the cold metal of his rings sending sweet shivers against your skin until he feels your entire body tense up and he sees your brows furrow in the nearing peak of your pleasure.

"Come for me. Come on my fingers." he says, and you obey. The orgasm rides through you, and he doesn't stop with his hand, but he leaves your side to be able to have his head between your thighs. A groan escapes you when his tongue suddenly licks into your wetness, eating and sucking at your sweetest spot like it is his last meal while he's stroking his dick. He hums each time you buck your hips against his face, his smirk feeling like a little piece of heaven when he takes a break to breathe a gentle bite onto your supple inner thigh - and his smile widening when he hears you whine for more.

You're so perfect, so beautiful as you give in to your carnal desires for him; grabbing a fistful of his hair when you had enough of his teases and beginning to ride his mouth until he feels another load of your sweet load on his tongue.

Wriothesley wastes no time before he's entirely on top of you with his dick pulsing with need against your wet hole as his sloppy kiss makes you taste yourself on his tongue. When he finally slides in, he's patient, letting you adjust to his size although your tightness nearly drives him mad. His blue eyes are fixated on your precious face, and he smiles at you as he caresses your face that has already been contorted by pleasure.

"Ready?" Wriothesley asks when he places both of his hands at your iliac crests, having your thighs resting against his muscular legs, his balls warm against your skin under your hole that's been filled to the brim. You nod, and the Duke begins to move. He starts slow as if he merely wants to massage your walls with his dick, but once he finds the spot that nearly makes you scream, his fingers hold your hips down against the couch and he starts pounding. His neatly trimmed pubic hair becomes wet with your liquid neediness and cum, and he can barely hear the music from the gramophone from your moans and skin-to-skin slamming, but he doesn't mind. How could he when your walls are wrapping around his cock so perfectly as if they want to milk him dry, and your lips moan his name with such adornment that it nearly made him fuck you so hard the whole Fortress can hear it?

When you aren't dragging your nails across his muscular bust, you have your fingers intertwined with his or you wrap them around his wrists. Every stroke of his sends sharp pleasure into your core while you are gazing at his body; how his V line moves with every hip thrust, his abs covered in sweat, his raven black locks all unruly in his face.

But suddenly, you feel his tip grow rock hard inside you and before you know it, his free hand begins to caress your sensitive spot until you cum on his dick and he paints your walls white with his own while he invites your lips into a deep kiss. His free hand fondles your breast as you both ride through it, moaning and groaning into each others' mouths while you both lazily buck your hips against the other for a few more times before he pulls out.

Wriothesley decides to make two new cups of tea after he cleans you up and wraps you in a blanket. He sets down both cups onto the table, grabs one of the many reports he has to read through and begins to work as he pulls you closer into a hug and has your head resting on his broad shoulder. You can feel him play with your hair as he's silently reading, and he doesn't even have to look at you when he hears your breathing change to know you've already fallen asleep.

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pitchsidestories · 5 months

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New Year's Eve Party (5) II Lucy Bronze x Reader

New Year's Eve Party Masterlist (all previous parts can be found here) I Word count: 2229

“We need to put an end to this suffering tonight.”, Keira declared in a serious tone. Aitana’s sister was nodding approvingly with her head: “I agree but how?” The English midfielder, the current ballon d’or winner and she were watching Lucy looking lovesick at her crush from afar. Dramatically Keira hid her face so she couldn’t see how her close friend was behaving: “This is so pathetic.”

“Girls you sound brutal in your judgement.”, Aitana laughed. The English national team player shrugged it off: “Oh please, that has been going on all year.” “And we just want to help her because the whole team knows even Jonatan does and he normally has zero clue about such things.”, the Catalonian sister interjected with a frustrated groan.

A small smile appeared on the Spanish midfielder’s lips: “I agree that it’s bad if even Jonatan knows. But what we do?” “Now that’s the important question.”, Keira replied gravely. While Aitana’s sister suggested smirking:” We could get them drunk.” More diplomatic the older of the two answered:” Or just confront them with their feelings?” “I got it. We’ll lock them in a room.”, the English midfielder announced with a triumphantly grin on her face. “Good idea, guest room?”, Fridolina Rolfös girlfriend thought out loud.

Unconvinced Keira pressed on: “Don’t you have something smaller like a storage room or something?” “Frido won’t like that.. but yes, we too.”, Aitana’s sister admitted blushing. The Spanish midfielder meanwhile put layers to their plan:” So we send them each individually to get something from there and when we lock the door for a couple of minutes and see what happens?” “Sounds like a horrible plan. Let’s do it.”, the woman of the house concluded grinning.

Lucy was already slightly tipsy when her fellow countrywoman reached out to her:“Kei, hi.” “Lucy? Can you help me with something?”, Keira asked the defender innocently. Warmly she replied: “Sure.” “Follow me.”, the midfielder demanded earnestly.

Curiously the dark-haired woman nodded into the open storage room: “So, for what exactly do you need my help? Is there a spider inside?” “Yes. One of those that I hate. You know, tiny bodies and super long legs?”, Keira answered with big, scared eyes. Confidently Lucy waved at her:” Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it and bring the spider to the garden.”

Just as she went into the storage room the door was shot and a key ultimately locked her in. But the English woman was not shrieking because of that sound, a familiar voice behind her did. Loudly you protested: “Excuse me? What do you think you’re doing?!”

“What are you doing in here?“, Lucy asked in confusion. “I was supposed to get something for Aitanas sister and Frido.“, you explained, gesturing towards the shelves in the dark. Lucy huffed; “And I was supposed to save Keira from a spider.“ “Then why on earth would they lock us in that tiny space? Is this a sick joke?“ Your voice got angrier with each word.

You tried to turn the door knob again in hopes that the door would open when suddenly the light turned on. With a nonchalant shrug, your team mate replied; “At least I found the light switch.“ Finally, you let go of the door and wrapped your arms around yourself. You cursed yourself for wearing a sleeveless dress. This storage room was a lot colder than the rest of the house. “This makes it slightly less scary.“

“Are you cold?“, the defender asked, noticing you shiver slightly. “It’s definitely colder than the other rooms, right?“, you posed another question without answering Lucys. The English player raised her eyebrow; “Yeah, this thing has no heating and significantly less people. Here, take this.“ She took off her blazer and handed it to you. Gratefully, you wrapped it around your shoulders but quickly realized that Lucy only wore a plain suit vest underneath it. For a moment, her muscular arms caught your attention before you started to feel bad; “But won’t you get cold now?“

Another cool shrug from your team mate followed; “We can share it if this goes on for longer.“ “I’m sure they soon get bored of their own joke.“, you tried to remain positive. Lucy flashed you a wry grin; “I mean that’s one way to start the new year.“ “Yeah, it’s surely unforgettable.“, you agreed somewhere between being annoyed and wanting to laugh about the absurdity of this situation. “To be honest, I’d like to get out of here before midnight.“, your team mate admitted with a laugh and sat down on the floor, have back against the cold wall.

You nodded in agreement while following suit; “Me too. Have you tasted the food already? It’s really delicious.“ “It is really good.“, she nodded. There was a few moments of silence, followed by a sigh from Lucy; “We should have brought a bottle of champagne with us.“ As soon as she mentioned it, a bottle of wine on the shelf caught your eye; “Oh my god.“ You got up to take it; “It’s not champagne… but it’s something.“

You gave the bottle to Lucy who carefully studied the label and then skilfully uncorked it for you; “I’ll take it. I bet Frido won’t have a problem with it.“ She offered it to you to have the first sip. The wine tasted delicious, sweet with fruity flavours. You gave it back to her; “Here you go.“ “Oh, that tastes expensive.“, Lucy commented as soon as the first sip hit her tongue.

Laughing, you replied; “Of course it’s expensive. This is Fridos household.“ With a grin, Lucy tilted the bottle into your direction; “Good point.“ “Cheers.“, you said as you took the wine back from her. You passed the bottle back and forth, each taking big gulps of the flavourful drink.

Expectantly the defender looked at you: “It’s good right?” “Yes, it’s tasty.”, you admitted, your cheeks already turning slightly red because of the alcohol. At least you tried to blame it on that and not the looks your teammate was sending across the small space.

Clearing her throat Lucy was putting her arms around herself trying to make herself feel warmer:” You were right, it’s really cold in here.” “Better?”, you asked, pulling her into a hug and covering you both with her blazer. Grateful the English player mumbled:”Thanks.” “You’re welcome, Lucia.”, you told her. The defender threw a brow up:” Lucia?” “You don’t like me calling you like that?”, you laughed.

An amused smile danced on her lips: “No one calls me that except for my mum.” “Sorry. It just reminded me of home, it’s a pretty common name in Portugal.”, you tried to explain your connection to Lucy’s same. Shock was written all over her face:” How did I not know you’re from Portugal?”

“I guess we didn’t talk that much over the year, to be honest it felt like you were avoiding me..so I thought you might not like me.”, nervously you put a loose string of your hair back your ear. Something in the sincerity in her voice made your heart beat faster: “I wasn’t avoiding you.”

“But we did not really talk much either.”, you remarked. Quietly the defender agreed: “No, that’s true.” “See? But why? Is it because you hate me?”, you pressed on. Immediately Lucy scoffed: “I don’t hate you, that’s ridiculous.” “It’s a little. I mean you wouldn’t have lent me your blazer if you did, right?”, you admitted with a shy grin. Your grin was reflected on the dark-haired woman’s face: “No, and we wouldn’t be drinking wine and talk if I didn’t like you.” “Sorry.”, you apologized in a whisper.

Determined she shook her head: “Don’t worry. It’s not on you. I was very distant.” “But why?”, the question was out of your mouth even though deep down in your heart you could already sense the true answer to it. What followed was your teammates confession:“ I thought you were distractingly hot.” “Distractingly hot, huh?”, you teased her. In a playful tone Lucy continued:” It’s the end of the year, it’s time for confessions.”

“When why did not you say something the whole year?”, you wanted to know baffled. The English player answered smiling: “Bit weird, isn’t it? Just showing up after training to tell you’re hot.” “Yes, to be fair no one feels hot after training, we all just want to take a shower and a nap.”, you replied understandingly. You felt Lucys arms pulling you into an even closer hug when she joked: “Oh, that’s what you say, I thought you looked your hottest all sweaty.”

“Can we switch off the lights again? You make me blush with that weird compliment!“, you asked, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. Lucy seemed to enjoy watching you. Determinedly, she shook her head; “No, the lights stay on.“ Rolling your eyes, you heaved a sigh; “Okay, I guess it’s time for my confession.“ “Go ahead?“ “I was really sad about the thought that you might hate me because I did find that you were quite a talented and hot player.“, you whispered in Portuguese. Your team mate smirked at you; “What now, talented or hot?“ “Can’t it be both?“, you asked innocently.

Lucy nodded, apparently satisfied with your answer; “It can be. I’ll take that compliment.“ “It’s better than the sweaty one!“, you protested. Unimpressed, Lucy grimaced at you; “Oh come on. You can’t take a joke? That takes away a lot of your hotness.“ You rolled your eyes; “Rude!“ Lucy answered with a soft chuckle. Gently, you tilted your head; “So you would not like to kiss me right now?“ You didn’t fail to notice that the defenders eyes got bright at your suggestion but she shook her head; “No.“ “Okay.“, you shrugged. You could tell she was lying from the way her gaze got caught on your lips. “But I do want to kiss you at midnight.“, she continued her answer with a grin.

You held your breath for a second, the sound of her words sending shivers down your spine even more than the chill of the room itself. At the same exact moment, you both looked up as something clicked in the lock and the door was left open. “The door is open!“, you almost yelled and got up from the floor. Lucy followed close behind you; “Finally!“ When you stepped out of the small storage room, there was no one to be seen. Everyone was busy enjoying the party. Whoever was responsible for this must have disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

Only Aitana passed you two, looking excited; “Here you are! We’re all on the balcony to watch the fireworks!“ Lucy didn’t fall for her innocent demeanour; “Thanks for letting us out in time.“ Keira appeared with two small bowls that she handed to you; “You’re welcome. Here are some grapes.“ “Uhm, thanks, I guess?“; Lucy looked from the grapes back to her fellow English woman. I contrast to her, you immediately knew what was going on. You gave Keira a smile; “Oh, perfect. Thank you.“ On your way outside, Keira explained to Lucy; “It’s a Spanish tradition.“ The night sky was perfectly clear and the air was crisp and fresh so close to midnight. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you, Lucia.“, you grinned up at her. “Show me?“, Lucy repeated, laughing.

Smiling bright you commanded her: “Open your mouth.” “I like where it’s going.”, the defender grinned dirty. Giggling you told her:“Oh, trust me, me too.” “Is this a challenge on how many grapes I can fit in my mouth?”, she asked curiously. Amused you enlightened her on the Spanish tradition: “You’re supposed to eat one grape with each clock strike.” “Those are the twelve grapes of luck.”, Aitana added. With a wink you said to the English player:“So, stop talking and start chewing.” “Easy.”, Lucy replied.

Satisfied you watched her start eating:“There you go.” “She still understood it wrong.”, Keira observed and rolling her eyes at her fellow country woman. The Spanish midfielder seemed very happy with what was going on as she concluded: “But at least she’s quiet for once.” “So nice.”, Mapi teased her good friend in the team. With a half full mouth Lucy mumbled: “Not funny.” “I think it’s.”, Keira interjected.

Now the dark-haired woman turned to you:” Where are your grapes?” “Here.”, you held up your bowl so she could see the fruits in them. Chuckling Lucy gave you an audible push:” Let’s hurry up with eating then.” “Go, go!”, Mapi, Ingrid and their girlfriend cheered on you as if you were making an important goal in an all or nothing match when in reality it was just eating grapes.

Watching you eat them in a rapid tempo, the English defender gave you worried glances:” Don’t choke, okay?” “I’m okay.”, you reassured her laughing. Relieved Lucy replied: “I hope so.” “Don’t worry we take care of your luck, Lucy.”, Aitana winked at her. “Oh, I know. The door didn’t close itself on us.”, the dark-haired woman answered promptly.

As the clock stroked midnight you exclaimed happily:” Happy New Year, girls!” “This is going to be a very happy new year for me.”, Lucy observed with a cheeky grin on her face before giving you a passionate kiss. You could already taste that 2024 was going to be exciting.

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letsg00000honey · 1 year

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By Hand

Part 1

pairing: Carmen Berzatto x female!reader (uses she/her pronouns, Y/N)

warnings: Use of alcohol, smoking (it's bad for you o.k), profanity (so many f#cks but none given), mentions of sex, smut eventually in future chapters, NSFW, minors DNI and so forth

summary: You go out to a bar to celebrate your new massage therapy job with your best friend, and meet some new ones. One is loud and obnoxious and the other is short and quiet but hot af. You'll never guess who is who!

A/N: This is set a few months after the end of S1. Carmy has been talking to his family and friends more, getting used to socialising again. His character is hopefully less monosyllabic, still a bit shy, but slightly loosens up after a few beers and is more hopeful about life in general. Also, he really needs to get laid.

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"You want another drink, Y/N?" asked your best friend Sara as you sat at the bar.

"God, yes- gimme something ridiculous this time, with fruit and a parasol and shit. Surprise me- I'll get the next ones, 'k?"

She was already waving to get the bartenders attention as you casually swivelled on your barstool and surveyed the room, taking in the black booths with faded red velvet seating dotted around the perimeter of the large, currently empty dancefloor.

This wasn't high class by any stretch, but the price was right.

In a booth near the bar, you noticed a couple of guys drinking beers.

One of them was taller, with dark hair and a 5- o'clock shadow.

It was his friend, sitting directly across from him that really caught your attention.

He had large expressive eyes, emphasised as he glanced up at his friend as he listened. His hair was tousled, made more wild each time he ran his fingers through it.

You watched as he fidgeted with his beer bottle, peeling off the label piece by piece in between sips.

He was wearing jeans and a slightly crumpled white shirt, sleeves rolled up. His arms were painted with tattoos, too difficult to make out from where you were sitting. You observed the taller guy gesticulating wildly, slapping the table every now and then- maybe to make a point?- and talking so loudly you could actually make out what they were saying over the hum of the bar.

"...I'm just sayin', why not cuz? Meatballs and spaghetti, meatball subs- 'balls are great with everything! I think it would taste fuckin' good if you combined them, ya know. Like, cut up lil' bits of bread and mix it in so you get a meat ball sub and spaghetti at the same time."

The guy he was talking to had a small smile on his lips. "Ya mean croutons, Rich?"

"No, not fuckin' croutons! I mean the bread pieces... mixed in...ah, what the fuck would you know anyway, Carm? Probably rather serve caviar or rich people shit than real food..."

The guy call Rich folded his arms and leaned back, apparently annoyed.

His friend raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

"You try it, Rich. Lemme know how it turns out. My round, yeah?" he said as he stood up, sidling out of the booth.

He took one last sip from his bottle and glanced over to the bar, meeting your gaze.

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Sara tapped your shoulder, bringing your attention back to reality.

"Voilà! Look at this! I even got them to add a crazy straw- they didn't have any sparklers, sorry babe, " she said with a joking apologetic tone.

"I'll survive somehow, thanks honey."

You took a sip and were immediately hit with so much sugar and alcohol it almost knocked you off your bar stool.

"Sara, what the hell is in this?!" you said between coughing and laughing.

"The bartender said it was a magic potion. I figure he must be right, it's his livelihood after all."

"It tastes good! It's just... intense. Thank you, for real. We gotta celebrate, huh?"

"What are you celebrating?" said a quiet, warm voice to your right.

"Oh my god.. hi.. I mean, yeah, we are celebrating, for sure..."

You rambled as the guy you had been unintentionally staring at across the room was suddenly right there, casually leaning his muscular arms against the bar as he glanced shyly at you.

"-Hi, this is Y/N, I'm Sara! She meant to say that we're celebrating her new job. This girl here is officially a massage therapist, starting Monday!"

You blushed at both your friends' pride in your achievements and how you had felt completely tongue tied at the handsome strangers question. What was the matter with you?

You were usually confident when talking to new people, even if you would consider yourself a bit of an introvert deep down. Wasn't alcohol this strong supposed to give you liquid courage?!

"Fuck, a massage chick? You give happy endings, sweetheart?"

Rich was suddenly right in between you and Carm (what kind of name was Carm anyhow?), elbowing his way in and leaning one arm against the bar, totally blocking Carm with his back and looking at you and Sara with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Great, this guy must think he is a real comedian, you thought. As if you hadn't dealt with jokes about hand jobs, 'happy endings', and God knows what else for the last three years as you studied to get your degree. You were used to people assuming it was a front for sex work. What they didn't know was that you didn't care- sex work was real work too, it just didn't happen to be your line of business.

Before you had a chance to respond, Carm rolled his eyes heavenward and hissed at him-

"Fucks sake Rich, don't be such a fuckin' creep!"

"I was just sayin', you know.." Rich was still smiling but looked slightly less certain of his comedy act.

''It's ok,' you interjected- ' l get that a lot. People make assumptions, I'm used to it. I start work for the Cubs Monday as their in-house sports massage therapist. I'm pretty sure handys weren't detailed in my contract, but you know, I can always check it again", you said with a bright smile and a wink, surprising both Rich and Carm.

Carm, wide-eyed and blushing slightly at your candour, had a small smile as he took a drink of his new beer, passing one to Rich.

"Fuck cuz, this one can bite back! I like it!" said Rich, grinning and elbowing him.

"And so can I, asshole- so back off the lame-ass jokes if you know what's good for you!"

Sara piped up beside you, narrowing her eyes at Rich and stepping closer to him, sizing him up.

She had always been a fierce defender of you no matter what. You loved her, but it could be a bit much sometimes- especially when you felt like you could manage shit yourself.

Rich put both hands up in apology.

"Whoa whoa whoa ladies, take it easy. Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot, ya know. Start over? I'm Richie, and this is my cousin, Carmy," Rich finally turned slightly to allow an eye line between you and Carmy.

You felt electricity down your spine as you locked eyes with him again for the briefest moment. Close up you could see his eyes were a clear azure blue, his wild wavy hair laced with gold. Would it be weird to run your fingers through it right now? Yeah, probably.

Carmy cleared his throat.

"You wanna join us over there? Promise I'll try and keep this fucko under control."

"Fuck you, Carmy."

"Thanks, cuz."

You and Sara looked at each other.

You desperately wanted to talk more to Carmy, and you tried to convey your approval to her through a meaningful look. Thankfully, your years of silent communication worked this time.

"Sure thing," she said. "Y/N, you good?"

"Cool" you said with a smile, as nonchalantly as you could.

You looked at Carmy again.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. His arms, his profile- he had an aqualine nose, which reminded you of a Roman statue-, those eyes- it suddenly dawned on you that while you hadn't gone out tonight to hook up, you would be absolutely fine with it if it involved him.

You bit your lip and stared at your drink for a moment, trying to gather your composure, and trying to mentally erase the myriad dirty thoughts that had sprung up there.

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You were sitting between Richie and Sara, with Carmy by Sara on the edge of the booth. You hadn't been quick enough to ensure you were sitting right by him, damn it, and Rich had made a big deal about standing up and making room for you to scooch in.

Probably took too long trying to regain your composure at the bar....

"So what do you do, Carmy? Also, that is an um, unique name?"

Keep your cool, Y/N. Ask normal questions. Don't ask him if he wants to fuck you in bathroom. Not yet, anyway.

"It's short for Carmen," he replied.

"Carmen. That's cool, and you are a...?"

"He make sandwiches and fucks shit up most of the time," interjected Rich, trying to pull focus back on himself.

"Pretty big words coming from you, with your chivalrous introduction to us, buddy" retorted Sara.

"I'm chivalrous as fuck, honey. I pull out chairs and open doors and shit for chicks, ain't that right Carm?"

"Oh yeah, all the time." Carmy looked amused by the idea.

Shut up Rich, you thought, just give me a chance to actually talk to this guy. You tried again.

"So, where do you make these sandwiches?"

"It's called- well, it's gonna be called 'The Bear'...it was my brothers place."

You didn't miss the 'was' in that sentence. And definitely didn't want to pry into why Carmy's brother was no longer around to run it.

He had a soft, forlorn expression, his eyes darting up at the ceiling as he had another sip of beer. This guy seems kinda sad, you thought. And kinda fidgety, as he once again started peeling the label off his bottle. Sara and Richie started talking about the sandwiches at the restaurant, and you half listened as you sipped at your drink, becoming increasingly mesmerised by Carmy's hands. You noticed small scars on them as you watched him, his elegant fingers moving precisely to strip the label.

"You ever heard what they say about people who peel the labels off bottles? Apparently, it's a sign they really need to get laid, get out all that tension," said Sara with a smile and a wink to you.

"Car-my! It might finally happen for you, little cuz!"

Richie grinned and slapped the table. Looking at Carmy, you couldn't imagine he was a virgin, but he did seem to be filled with pent up energy- what from you had no idea. Sara added-

"You know, massage is pretty good for relieving stress, right Y/N?"

"It's true, I can't deny it," you said, smiling as you glanced at Carmy. He was blushing slightly but was looking at you with a sparkle of curiosity, maybe something more.

"You know, uh, I like for real could probably use some. My neck feels really tight, hopefully I haven't fucked it or something- I think I lifted a delivery weird a few days ago and it's legit been kinda sore." Carmy rubbed the back of his neck and winced slightly.

"You haven't been to a doctor?"

"Nah, hoping it'll get better on it's own."

"Well, I would be happy to offer my services. At a price, though- nothing comes for free, y'know."

Carmy smiled at you, his eyes alight.

"Yeah? What's the damage gonna be?"

"I wanna try one of your sandwiches for a start, they sound fucking delicious."

"For a start?" a small smile played on his lips again as he took another sip of beer.

"I have a couple other ideas," you murmured, almost to yourself.

"I need a fuckin smoke, cuz- you ladies wanna join us?" Rich cut into your thoughts.

"I'm reformed, but thanks," you replied.

"I'll get the next round when we get back, ok?" said Carmy, glancing at you again.

'Sure," you smiled at him. He excused himself, Rich following him, talking loudly about the best one night stand he had ever had.

"The tits on her, Carm! Fuckin' melons...."

They didn't take their jackets at least, so thankfully Carmy wasn't so embarrassed by both Sara and Richies making fun that he decided to go home early.

As the front door closed behind them, Sara leaned in.

"Verdict Y/N? The tall one is so fucking cocky, and the short one is pretty quiet."

"And fucking gorgeous. Swap seats with me. I need proximity. Have you *seen* his eyes?!"

"I've seen you burning a hole in him with yours." she said, as you edged over her to switch places.

"Fuck off. Oh god, am I that obvious?!"

Sara chuckled.

"You're fine, Y/N. He was looking over at us when we were at the bar."

"Really?!"

"Well, either us or the bartender."

"I'll take those odds. I think Richies into you, he keeps looking at you."

"I noticed. He has a smart mouth, but he is sort of funny - we can't tell him that, though, or he'll never shut up."

"They're coming back - do I look OK?" You suddenly felt that spark again as you saw Carmy walk back over, adjusting your dress.

"You're hot, Y/N" she responded.

"Thanks, babe."

Carmy reached the booth and leaned on the table, a smile quirking at the corner of his mouth as he observed you had swapped seats with Sara.

'What's your poison?' he said, looking directly at you. You rubbed your thighs together under the table - just a look from this guy sent fire to your core.

"Surprise us," you said with a grin.

"Yeah?" he smiled and drummed his fingers on the table- "You got it."

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By: Aaron Terrell

Published: Dec 18, 2021

Part I: Gender Dysphoria & Shame

I had what we would consider early onset childhood gender dysphoria; a self-conception of being a boy despite a body that contradicted that. I don’t think I was born with it though; I think it was a response to restrictive female gender roles and a sense that boys had a freedom that shouldn’t be withheld from me. I was a tomboy who grew up in a conservative Evangelical Christian environment and was regularly reminded how girls behave and dress, with the explicit message being I was acting like a boy and that was inappropriate. From my earliest memories the wish to be a boy, or the self-conception of myself as a boy, was inextricable from a sense of shame at feeling that way.

I began to tell myself stories to explain why I felt the way I did. When I was a toddler my infant brother died from SIDS and a few years later I became convinced that his spirit passed into me. That was why I felt like I was a boy; I was carrying my brother’s spirit with me. This story also gave me permission to ‘act like a boy’, because I was doing it for my brother, not for me. I eventually outgrew this story and around age 11 or 12 my internal story shifted to something a little more realistic, which was that puberty would take away my ‘boy’ feelings and turn me into a real girl. I convinced myself that would fix me. It didn’t.

The shame I felt as a small child for wishing I was a boy only increased in adolescence along with the “dysphoria”. I didn’t know that word at the time, but that’s what I would come to understand it as. The older I got, the more intense the dysphoria got and the more intense the shame at still feeling that way. I kept telling myself I would outgrow it. I wouldn’t feel this way at 16. Then when I still felt that way at 16, I knew I would outgrow it by 20. On and on it went.

It was further confounding and embarrassing because I wasn’t attracted to girls. My peers thought I was a lesbian but in reality the thought of touching another girl’s body was repellent to me. My own female body was grotesque, why would I find pleasure in duplicating it? I wasn’t attracted to boys until my late teens and when that attraction manifested it was indistinguishable from envy. I found gay men most attractive, and fantasized about being one. I now realize gay male relationships were appealing because they didn’t involve any female anatomy and was therefore erotically pure in my estimation. I certainly never told anyone this.

By 26 I hadn’t outgrown the dysphoria, and in 2010 I started exploring the possibility of transition. Medical transition wasn’t nearly as daunting as the prospect of telling my friends and family my shameful secret that I had carried with me as long as I could remember. However, once I had vocalized it, the shame disappeared. As if all my life I had been carrying a heavy burden, when all I had to do was put it down. The dysphoria indeed persisted and I went on to transition in 2011 at the age of 27.

Important to note because I know this is a contentious issue right now between trans people and gay people: I did not transition to have sex with gay men. I anticipated being celibate the rest of my life. I did not believe actual gay men would be interested in me, and I wasn’t interested in women. Spending the remainder of my life single was a sacrifice I was more than happy to make to be rid of the dysphoria. I saw it two ways: I could be single as a man or partnered as a woman. The choice was simple for me.

Part II: Gender Ideology & Gender Reconciliation

Transition was an unequivocal relief for me. Testosterone brought on physical and psychological changes that allowed me to feel comfortable in my body in a way I didn’t know was even possible. The dysphoria dramatically reduced as my face and musculature began masculinizing. My sexuality ceased to be focused on gay men and instead, very surprisingly to me, turned primarily toward women. I later concluded my previous repulsion to the female form was a projection of my dysphoria, and my attraction to men was primarily envy. With the relief from dysphoria that repulsion and envy faded away. Two years into my transition I got “top surgery” and my dysphoria was mostly eradicated. As disturbing as this may sound to people who do not suffer from gender dysphoria, the day I had my double mastectomy remains the greatest day of my life. Dysphoria had been such a constant and seemingly interwoven sense of who I was, I wasn’t able to fathom what I would feel like without it. Immense relief and contentment is what I felt.

After transition I didn’t spend much time in trans communities. I lived mostly stealth. I went back to college and got a Bachelor’s degree. I started a new job where no one knew of “my female past” (as I would refer to it at the time) and generally embraced life as a man and didn’t spend much time dwelling on the trans part of my life. Transition worked wonders for me, and I got on with life. Occasionally I would wander into online trans communities where I would read young people, often teenagers, expressing they thought they were trans. I was team transition all the way. I mistakenly assumed gender dysphoria was one thing, and that transition was the only solution.

In 2017 I learned gender dysphoria is not one thing, and that plenty of people are transitioning despite never even experiencing dysphoria of any variety. I became aware of this shift in understanding when I befriended a number of transmen in my city. Initially I was glad to learn there were other people with whom I had such a fundamental commonality, but quickly learned our experiences were starkly different. Some of the things I learned from these young transmen:

Being ‘trans’ is separate from gender dysphoria

Transition is something you do to demonstrate you are ‘trans’

Assuming dysphoria should be a prerequisite to transitioning is inherently transphobic because it ‘pathologizes transness’

Lying about having dysphoria is a normal part of accessing trans healthcare, as is necessary because doctors and clinicians are by and large transphobic

Upon hearing multiple variations of all of the above, I was dumbfounded and angry at what I perceived as a cruel appropriation of an ailment I had suffered my entire life. When I expressed disagreement at this framing of ‘trans’ as an identity independent from any mental turmoil at one’s sexed body, I was told that as a fellow trans person I shouldn’t be invalidating anyone else’s ‘transness’ because trans people are invalidated enough by ‘cis transphobes’, and therefore don’t need it from fellow trans people as well.

After distancing myself from my short-lived friendship with these transmen, my anger and confusion only grew. I started lurking in online communities for transmen and learned the cohort I had known in person were not an anomaly - they were expressing the currently pervasive view of ‘trans’ as an identity. An identity that must be validated by surgeries and hormones. My anger at the appropriation melted into terror at what was happening. I read a lot of their stories, I asked a lot of questions, and eventually developed a sense of what was happening. Loneliness is driving young people to drastic measures to find community, purpose, and distinction. Trans is a religion and a youth subculture rolled into one. It is especially appealing to girls who have been sexually abused or who are on the Autism spectrum. In females it appears to be unrelated to sexuality (apart from fleeing male attention). What we now know as ROGD has little to do with GD as we previously understood it and more to do with tragically normal adolescent struggles being funneled into ‘trans’.

While casually researching the turn within the trans community I came upon a number of stories of detransitioners, mostly women (former transmen). I was not surprised that there were many detransitioned women now. What did surprise me is their stories of dysphoria sounded much more familiar and relatable to me than what I was hearing from the current ‘trans’ population. For these women transition did not relieve their dysphoria. Sometimes it made it worse. In other cases it just came with the nagging reality that they were lying to others and deluding themselves. It would seem many experiences common in girls upbringing, especially masculine girls, can easily be interpreted as an intense, unrelenting feeling that we should have been boys.

All these revelations led me to re-examine my transition and the stories I told myself as a child and as an adult about why I felt the way I did. I’ve realized ‘gender dysphoria’ is just another story I use to explain to myself why I feel the way I do about my female sex and where that positions me in the world. While transition did provide significant relief, and I stand here a decade later without regret, I do wonder if had I been given a different story or tools to explain my discomfort with my sex, would I have found the relief I needed without such drastic and invasive measures? After all, no one is born in the wrong body and I was not supposed to be male. What we are currently doing is solving software issues by carving up hardware. We are treating normal female adolescence with blunt force transition. We should be identifying the root issue before trying to solve vague and nebulous anxieties - body dysmorphia, social anxiety, fear of loneliness - with irreversible hormones and surgeries.

#Aaron Terrell #Gender Dysphoria Alliance #gender dysphoria #queer theory #gender ideology #medical transition #body dysmorphia #social anxiety #puberty #religion is a mental illness

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Turkerstone tablet boosts your muscle profits and assists you in accomplishing your complete capacity in the gym. This complement's two essential blessings are protein synthesis and nitrogen retention. It is how Turkerstone offers your body with the electricity it needs to construct and hold muscle tissue.

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Increases muscular tissues

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Repairs muscle mass

Studies display that Turkesterone can assist in repairing muscle fibres that have been broken by exercise. It also raises muscle glycogen concentrations, which can help dispose of lactic acid and enhance exercising healing.

Improves exercise performance

Ecdysteroids can improve ATP production, which aids in muscular energy, persistence, and fatigue prevention. In addition, it can result in a more intensive workout routine and resource in developing energy and stamina.

Contains adaptogenic houses

Turkesterone, like ashwagandha and Rhodiola, is classed as an adaptogen. It promotes intellectual health through supporting the body in dealing with pressure and exhaustion.

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Exhaustion

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Ingredients of Turkerstone

L-Isoleucine

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Magnesium

Magnesium is the price of electricity generation and aids in protein synthesis. The mineral also allows coronary heart health, immune system electricity, and different matters.

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Sodium Hyaluronate (additionally known as hyaluronic acid) aids bone and tendon restore. It enables us to limit pain and accelerate healing after a workout.

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