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ardentlylesbian · 2 months
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Butch sex ed class (Femme x Butch, Butch, Butch…. Etc 👀)
Contains: Public sex, exhibitionism, voyerism, strapons, size kink, fingering, group sex, overstimulation, explicit consent, facefucking, orgasm denial, edging, dumbification
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When I responded to the ad I found online, I definitely thought it was a bit bizarre.
“Butch sex ed class seeking willing femme participant” Isn’t exactly the combination of words one would expect, but curiosity gripped me for days after seeing it. I turned the idea over in my mind, would this be an insane thing to do? Who knows what they even mean by “willing participant”. I had some ideas of course, who wouldn’t… but there was no further details, just a number and instructions to text “Yes” for the address.
I finally decided fuck it. Whatever happens, happens. At least I’d probably meet at least one hot Butch in my area through the process, and that would honestly be reward enough. Even if I just have to sit there and genuinely talk about how to use a dental dam or something for an hour.
Nervously, I texted the number and within moments got a response to meet at a local highschool at 9pm the next day. “Come prepared” was all the text said beyond the meetup info. Super helpful.
With no real concept of what “prepared” might be, I shaved nearly every inch I could reach, exfoliated, moisturized, you name it. Until I was able to run my hands over my entire body and only feel soft supple skin, ready for hands that were not my own.
And prepared some flash cards on LGBTQIA terms and sex Ed info, just in case.
The next day, wearing a skirt that accentuated my ass but was still somewhat professional, a button-up blouse, and the sluttiest lingerie I owned, I stood at the front doors of the high school nearly trembling with nerves. Maybe this really was an absolutely insane thing to agree to. Before I could raise my hand to knock, the door was opened by somebody a bit shorter than me (I was wearing heels of course) with a buzzed classic butch haircut and a name tag that read “Sam, She/Her”.
“So nice to meet you!” Sam said warmly, shaking my hand and using it to draw me inside. “We’re so happy you responded to our ad. It’s always a bit tricky finding femmes for these things you understand.”
She placed a hand on my waist and led me down the hallway, as we walked I tried to steady my breathing but it was difficult between the nerves and how incredibly aware I was of Sam’s palm on my lower back.
Stopping just before a door halfway down the hall Sam put a reassuring hand on my shoulder, “Don’t be nervous, I’m the TA and we run a tight ship. Nothing will happen that you aren’t okay with. Consent is our number one teaching here.”
A rush of relief and arousal flood my body at the same time, with the confirmation that I am definitely going to be fucked in some way in front of a class full of butches, but also that I’ll be able to stop it at any time. I feel myself blushing deeply as I nod at Sam. “Thank you.” I whisper, too shy to say more.
She grins again and brushes a thumb over my cheek, “A blusher, they’ll like that.”
I feel the warmth in my cheeks increase at her touch, It’s damn good that they’ll like it because I certainly can’t control it. Sam pushes open the door to the classroom and the chatter immediately fades to silence. Inside, seated at desks and each with a notebook and pencil, are at least 15 or 20 butches. Of every possible size and style, tall, short, some flaunting top surgery scars through unbuttoned shirts, some with stubble, some with hair longer than I’d ever been able to grow mine.
They all turn to look at me, eyes raking down my body and taking in every curve with a hunger that sends another rush of arousal through my body. My thong is soaked through now. I can feel the damp fabric clinging to me as I nervously walk further into the classroom at Sam’s encouragement. Over by the teacher’s desk in the corner, an incredibly handsome stud leans casually against the table. Their name tag reads “Teacher, They/Them” placed on their navy button up that bulges slightly around their biceps. I can’t help but notice their fingers… incredibly thick and long.
“Class, meet our femme for the evening.” Teacher says casually, coming over to me and placing a hand on my back, just as Sam did earlier. “She’s very generous to donate her time and body for this class, so let’s all remember the three C’s yes?”
“Consent, communication, and make her cum.” The class reply in unison, clearly very well trained already. I wonder how long they’ve been in this classroom, learning about how to pleasure a femme, and I realize fully in that moment that I am in for the fucking of a lifetime.
“That’s right. Now, if our volunteer would be so kind, we’ll start with how to arouse a femme before undressing her.” Teacher gently leads me to a table that faces the rest of the class, and effortlessly lifts me by the hips so I’m sitting on top of the table. “Do you consent to this next activity? You can withdraw or take a break at any point, just say stop, and we’ll stop immediately. Do you understand?” They ask gently, their hands still on my hips.
“I understand and I consent.” I say softly, my voice trembling just a little bit.
“Okay class, consent has been given, but she’s clearly nervous. See how her cheeks are flushed and her breathing is shallow?” A chorus of agreement murmurs through the crowd. “That’s a good cue to go slow, let the femme adjust to her situation. Even if she wants it like this one does, taking it slower will let her mind slip away so she can truly enjoy the experience.”
The butches nod and take notes as Teacher speaks, then they turn their attention back to me. Teacher steps between my legs, and slides their hands from my hips down to the inside of me knee. My breath hitches when they graze the soft skin on the inside of my thigh.
“See the way her breath catches when I touch her inner thigh? It’s a very sensitive area, we’ll return there later.” Teacher explains, and they drag their hands up over my waist, avoiding my breasts and instead pushing one hand into my hair. They tug gently to pull my head back and a small whimper escapes me. “Tugging the hair close to the root allows you control of the femme’s head without pulling hair from the scalp. The neck is one of the most sensitive erogenous zones, kisses and bites here will illicit considerable response in most femmes. Observe.”
Their hot breath drags over my skin as they tease me, then they press a kiss to my neck directly below my jaw. The sensation of their lips on my neck, while I can see through half lidded eyes the entire class of butches watching me with perverted interest has me feeling like I might cum just from a kiss. Teacher’s kisses turn into licks and bites and hickeys, and soon enough I’m clinging to their shirt and writhing on the table. Trying to get more contact, or some kind of blessed pressure against my aching clit.
Teacher withdraws and smirks at the class. “See how quickly her reservations have melted away? Does anyone want a turn?”
Many hands shoot up, Teacher chooses a younger fat Butch from the second row, who introduces themselves as Rach. They tentatively slide their hand into my hair, copying the way Teacher demonstrated, and tug shyly until the other side of my neck is exposed to them. They are much more gentle than Teacher, licking and nipping at my skin in a way that has long needy sighs slipping from my lips. They’re so warm, radiating heat that feels like it’s penetrating my skin. Eventually Teacher taps them out, and they sheepishly thank me and return to their seat. I sit on the table, my skirt half way up my thighs and my neck certainly bruising already, and I look at Teacher for guidance. What next?
Teacher laughs “So obedient already, and certainly wet and desperate. We have a good girl on our hands today, don’t we?”
I bite my lip when they call me a good girl, which I know everyone sees. All of them watching me be so affected by a pet name, now knowing exactly what to call me.
“Next I’ll demonstrate how to undress a femme. Do you consent, love?” Teacher asks me, and I nod, maybe a bit too enthusiastically because the class laugh at me mockingly.
Teacher steps behind me, behind the table, and leans over to slide their hands around my waist. Luckily their arms are long so they can reach me easily. With deft movements they untuck my shirt from my skirt, and from behind unbutton it from the bottom until it falls open. There’s a scattered groan from the class as they see my black lace bra, pushing up my tits so they sit at their roundest form. I’m sure my blush reaches to my chest, but I can barely manage a clear thought as Teacher slips my shirt off my shoulders and steps aside to tuck it somewhere.
They return in front of me, enjoying an eyeful for a moment before grasping my hips and pulling me off the table onto my feet. They guide me to take a few steps down towards the class, until I’m standing directly in front of the first row. A blonde butch with piercing blue eyes stares at me like she wants to bend me over her lap and see what sounds she can coax out of me. Teacher turns me around so I face the whiteboard instead of the class, and I catch Sam’s gaze as she stands next to the door. Her face is just as flushed as mine, and for the first time I realize that she’s hard packing. I quickly withdraw my gaze as Teacher speaks again.
“Next we have to remove her bra and her skirt. Who has experience with a one-handed unclasping?” A pause as I hear arms raise. “Excellent, please come demonstrate for the class.”
A Butch exactly my height steps in front of me, I can see him flush despite their deep skin tone, they’re confident as he grasps my hip with one hand and with the other has my bra unclasped before I even realize. The class claps a bit, and the Butch before me takes my bra straps and pulls the garment from my body. Holding it with both hands as he stares at my hard nipples and soft skin. They look to Teacher for guidance, and Teacher gives a “go on” sort of nod. The Butch places my bra in their back pocket and steps closer to me, his breath brushing my lips as he reaches around my back and unzips my skirt. Slowly, he pushes the skirt down and off my hips, revealing to the class behind me my ass and the lacy black thong that matches my bra. I hear more groans from the class, and some distinctive sounds of fly’s unzipping. The thought of all these butches looking at me and needing to jack off sends my brain into even more of a mindless spiral of arousal.
The Butch drags their hands over my hips and grabs two handfuls of my ass, pulling me against them while I clutch his shoulders and moan. I hear a sudden smack sound and the Butch lets go of me immediately, stepping back with a sheepish expression. Teacher takes them by the collar and pushes him into the hallway, closing the door behind them.
“Now class, what have we talked about before we brought the femme in?”
“No touching unless cleared by Teacher.” The class replies, again in unison.
“That’s right. A single spank and some time in the hall is really a warning. The next one to pull anything like that will be removed from the course.” Teacher’s voice is so stern and forceful that I feel myself drip, and I squeeze my thighs together absentmindedly.
“Now, we still have one garment left, I will do the honours myself.” With that Teacher steps over to me, and with one hand on my back presses me down until I’m bent over the table, my ass presented to the class.
“May I? Touch you I mean.” Teacher asks.
“Yes. Yes please please.” I whimper, not caring when the class chuckle at my desperation.
“Good girl.” Teacher croons, making me twitch as they slide their big hands over my ass. Then trailing into my inner thigh, then finally I feel their thick fingers brush over my pussy. I know the fabric is absolutely drenched, and they let out a small groan when they feel it, the first time I’ve heard any indication of Teacher being affected by this since we started.
“She’s drenched. So incredibly wet for us. That’s a good thing, boys.” Teacher explains, then hooks their fingers around the waistband of my thong and pulls it down my legs. Cool air hits the wetness dripping from me and I shiver, completely bare before this crowd. Reality seeps in for a moment and I feel a twinge of embarrassment and stage fright. I usually don’t even like having the lights turned on during sex but here I am under fluorescents being displayed to over a dozen strangers. It should turn me off, but instead I shudder and clench around nothing.
I can hear movement and soft groans from the classroom, and I’m certain some of the butches are touching themselves. Teacher slips a finger through my wetness and hums in approval, then I feel them spread my ass cheeks so the class can get a better view, and I moan like a whore, pressing my cheek against the cool wood of the table. Directly in my line of sight is Sam, her hand in her pants as she slowly strokes a strap, something I can see is distinctly purple.
“Look at this beautiful specimen of a femme,” Teacher croons, “Wet, needy, and aching for a butch inside her. This is what effective teasing can bring you boys, never skip those steps.”
Teacher’s hand slides into my hair again, using the leverage to pull me back up to standing. They turn me and kiss me hard and I melt into them, clutching at their biceps and moaning into the kiss as their tongue slips into my mouth for a tantalizing moment. They pull back and place me back on the table, pushing my legs apart so I am on full display.
“A femme who’s ready to be fucked will often be just as pliable as this one, melting into kisses and letting herself be placed wherever her butch puts her, in whatever position.” Teacher lectures as they walk around the back of the table, I hear them climb on behind me and I am suddenly enveloped by their body heat, leaning back against them for support. “I will now demonstrate how to play with a femme’s nipples and clit. Watch carefully, these techniques will come in handy.”
I whine just from hearing those words, “Yes please Teacher. Please.” I beg without even realizing it, loving the growl that rumbles low in Teacher’s chest in response.
Their hands snake around my body and find my nipples instantly, twisting and pinching with an efficiency that I’ve never experienced before in my life. I arch my back and clutch at their thigh as they continue their ministrations and describe each action to the class. Through half-lidded eyes I see some butches still taking notes, but some are half bent over their desks, viciously getting themselves off as their gaze devours me.
After a few minutes of nipple play that I could only describe as mind-melting, Teacher’s large hand slides down my navel until their bare fingers graze my clit and I jolt from the contact. Being neglected and teased for who knows how long has reduced me to a ridiculously sensitive mess. With only the gentlest touches I’m quickly writhing and bucking my hips against their fingers, begging them for more and not caring that the entire class is watching. They latch their mouth to the base of my neck as they finally sink a thick finger inside and the entire class groans as one entity.
“Watch how easily my finger slides inside, absolutely no resistance due to how wet and relaxed she is. That’s how you know it’s time for a second finger.” Teacher explains, as they push deeper inside me, two fingers finally giving me a bit of the stretch and fullness I’ve been craving. I dig my fingers into their hair with one hand as I clench and grind down into their palm, getting some friction on my clit finally. “You’ll see that she instinctively grinds her clit on my hand, she’s searching for any kind of pressure to help her get off. Needy femmes like her will do it without even thinking, especially once they’re this soaked and horny.”
I nod, completely accepting my role as a slutty needy femme on display if only they keep their fingers exactly where they are.
As if to torture me specially for having that thought, they pull their fingers out abruptly. I whine in complaint but am quickly shut up as they slide the fingers soaked in my arousal into my mouth. I suck on them automatically, blushing again as I realize how dumb they’ve made me with so little effort. My tongue swirls around their digits as they place a light kiss on my temple.
“Now class, the truly interactive portion begins. One by one, you will each line up and practice three fingering maneuvers on the femme. It doesn’t matter if she cums or how many times for this exercise. It’s simply about you applying the techniques we talked about earlier. Once the femme consents you may begin.”
Teacher’s fingers slide out of my mouth and I ignore the drool that coats my lips as I consent eagerly and enthusiastically. The butches line up before me, stuffing straps back into their pants and zipping up flies. The first one, the Butch with those piercing blue eyes, steps between my legs and looks to Teacher for permission. They nod, their hands gripping my thighs to keep me from closing my legs, and the butch slides two fingers into me easily. I groan and let my head fall back against Teacher’s shoulder, closing my eyes and letting Teacher talk the Butch through the movements. Each one sends shockwaves and sparks shooting through my body, but Teacher doesn’t allow her to finger me long enough to cum. She moves back to her desk far too quickly and lets the next Butch take her place between my legs.
This goes on for what feels like a lifetime. Fingers of all lengths and sizes being pushed into me, and I’m coaxed with come hithers and thrusts to the brink of orgasm again and again, never being allowed to fall over the edge. I’m trembling and sweaty and begging and begging as the last butch rhythmically thrusts their fingers inside me, I’m so incredibly close I can feel my legs starting to shake.
Unfortunately so can Teacher, since they’re still holding my thighs open. They quickly tell the Butch to stop and I nearly start crying as the long fingers slip out of me with ease. Teacher’s hands leave my thighs and caress my entire body, tweaking my nipples again, and for just a fleeting wonderful second, squeezing my throat. “Care to finish her off for this portion of the class?” They ask, I can’t see who they’re speaking to because I can barely lift my head, but I feel a body settle between my legs.
“That’s a good girl, I’ll make you cum don’t you worry.” Sam’s purrs in my ear, so low and raspy, a world of difference from the woman who met me at the door. Her fingers slide inside me and immediately start doing something indescribable, completely unlike the rest of the butches, Sam’s technique is undeniable. With her other hand she circles my clit and within seconds an orgasm hits me so hard that I convulse uncontrollably as I’m pinned between the stud and their assistant.
Sam’s fingers keep moving as I ride the orgasm, only slipping out after my shaking turns to twitches. She steps back and I force my eyes open so I can watch her lick her fingers clean.
“Very well done class, we’ll take a quick 15 now so the femme can recover before we move on to the strap usage portion on the course.” Teacher says, in that professional voice that sounds so unaffected despite the fact that I can hear and feel their heart pounding against my back.
The class reluctantly shuffle around the room, grabbing snacks from their bags or popping out to use the washroom presumably. Sam comes back to me with a blanket and a open water bottle, working with Teacher to wrap me up and get me to drink. I easily down the whole bottle, not having realized how much of a workout this experience has been already. Sam kneels before me to unstrap my heels which I had forgotten I was wearing, but the relief once they’re off is instant. I sigh and let myself relax back against Teacher, while they run their fingers through my hair.
“You’re being so good for us, isn’t that right, Sam?” Teacher says. Sam nods up at me, taking one foot into her hands and rubbing it. “Do you think you can handle the next portion of the class? There are some pretty big cocks in here, everyone brought their own from home. Do you have a maximum that you don’t want to go any bigger than?”
I blush deeply as I consider that question. I’ve never taken a strap bigger than 6”, but I’ve always wanted to try. Always thought I was secretly a bit of a size queen but have never had the opportunity to really test it out. Shyly, I shake my head. “No, I’m okay to try anything. As long as I can say stop if it’s too much.”
Teacher smiles at me and nods “Of course, you can always stop at any time. If anyone in this class tries anything, myself and Sam are very efficient at removing the problem.”
I smile back, my gaze dropping to their mouth as I remember the way they kissed me earlier. They didn’t let anyone else kiss me while I was fingerfucked out of my mind, and my lips were aching for any kind of action. Teacher must have noticed my look, because they captured my lips in a kiss that stole my breath away.
“Sam, get a taste of her.” They said, turning my head so Sam’s mouth could cover mine instead. Her lips were smaller than Teacher’s but she was more courageous with her tongue, sliding it along mine and leaving my mouth hanging open when she withdrew.
“Incredible, we really hit the jackpot with this one.” She said, grinning at me.
Teacher gently helped me to my feet, escorting me to and from the bathroom and making sure my wobbly legs didn’t give out beneath me. When we returned to the classroom the gaggle of butches had all returned to their seats, sitting with flushed cheeks and bouncing legs as they waited for their instructor to return. On the table Sam had set up a sort of soft mat that was strapped to the legs and hung over one edge a bit. The implication was clear, I would be fucked on that table, by each of the butches sitting in this room. Possibly from the back based on how the mat softened the edge of the table, clearly so as to help prevent bruising. Wetness gushed between my legs at the sight and I blushed again. How could I still feel so shy after I had already had each of their fingers inside me? I clutched the blanket closer around my body, the turmoil of shyness and embarrassment and arousal swirling in my stomach.
Teacher noticed my hesitation and hooked a finger under my chin so I met their deep brown eyes, “Are you still okay? Do you need a longer break?”
I glanced at the mat again, then took note of how my pussy was throbbing and aching to be filled. One orgasm was not nearly enough after being teased and withheld for however long.
I looked back to Teacher and shook my head, “No I’m ready. I want butch cock please.”
Every butch in the room growled at those words, a few swore, one let out a muttered “Jesus fucking Christ”. Teacher and Sam just smiled at me, and guided me to the table.
“On your back first, lovely.” Teacher crooned.
I nod and drop the blanket to the floor, knowing that if it needs to move Sam will clear it away. With Teacher’s help I lay myself back on the table, my knees bent so my feet don’t dangle over the edge. The mat is cold and smooth against my skin and I feel goosebumps cover my body, my nipples hardening. I nervously turn my head to look at the class, they all have a view of me from the side, presumably the best angle to observe the techniques that will be used on me. Whatever those techniques may be.
“Now class,” Teacher paces in front of me, and I see some of the butches leaning so they can continue to stare past Teacher’s sturdy body. “As discussed earlier, strap skills are very important to hone. It’s vital to learn exactly how to use whatever size feels most comfortable for you, so it hardly matters for the femme how big it is. Technique is key. For the purposes of this class, and acknowledging how overwhelming this next portion is going to be for our femme, we will progress from smaller strap sizes to the largest. It will also serve as a demonstration for everyone here how to properly stretch out a slut. Please organize amongst yourselves appropriately as I prep our femme.”
The class all stand and I watch in a dazed horny awe as the butches pull straps from their bags and pants and pockets and start to compare sizes. Never in my life could I have imagined seeing such a variety, some were ridged, some shaped in unmistakably fantasy configurations, even a couple with knots. One was undeniably the largest, 8 or 9 inches certainly, and heart-stopingly thick. The Butch who wore that one had longer hair and wore an open button up, one of the ones I had noticed from the beginning as flaunting their top surgery scars. I wondered as I took note of all the cocks in the room if there was any way I would even make it to the biggest. Teacher had been right to describe me as a slut.
Just as that thought passed through my mind, I felt something wet and cold slide inside me. With a gasp I turned my attention to between my legs and moaned when I saw Teacher’s thick fingers delving into me. They had poured lube onto their hand and was expertly spreading it inside me, mixing it with my already ample wetness. The sounds were beyond pornographic.
After a moment they slipped out of me, and checked the room to see that the butches had all lined up very nicely. All of them harnessed up and most slowly stroking their cocks. I twitched and whimpered.
Teacher took a step back and leaned against the wall while the first Butch took her place between my legs, gently grasping my thighs and wrapping them around her waist. She lubed up her cock, only a 5’ standard, and slid it into me with ease. I moaned, even being the smallest strap in the room there was still a small stretch as I adjusted to the size, and it filled me so much better than fingers. Teacher talked her through fucking me, pointing out how I reacted to certain moves and occasionally grasping the butch’s hips to help them find a specific pattern or speed. It was too soon before their turn was over and my pussy was empty and clenching around nothing again. But I thankfully wouldn’t need to wait long, the next Butch stepped up and pushed into me, just a bit thicker and longer than the last, but feeling just that little bit better too. Again and again I get fucked by butch after Butch. Some getting to kiss me sloppily, some grabbing or biting my breasts. Some make love to me slowly and so incredibly deep I feel it in my chest, and some throw my legs over their shoulders and pound into me until there are tears of pleasure running down my face. Through it all Teacher speaks smoothly and gives guidance, checking in with me between each person, making sure I can still speak and consent despite my mind slipping away into what I can only be sure is what people mean when they talk about subspace.
A Butch with soft red curls sucks a nipple into their mouth as they fuck me, their strap curved and dragging along my insides in a way that has me honest to god mewling. For the second time of the evening I cum, clutching the Butch who continues to thrust into me as my body shakes beneath him. The waves of pleasure feel like they’re tearing me apart molecule by molecule.
But that’s not the end, no I’m only halfway through the class. As the red haired Butch slides out of me I whine and open my arms for the next, Teacher laughing sadistically at how much of a slut I’ve become over just a few short hours, practically begging to be filled at all times with Butch cock. Teacher brushes my sweat-damp hair from my face as another strap sinks home, this one ridged and knotted, and I reach up to grab a handful of Teacher’s shirt, pulling them down to kiss me while I’m getting fucked. They seem surprised but don’t resist, kissing me back passionately as my body jolts in time with the other butch’s thrusts.
Teacher pulls back and places their mouth by my ear, “Do you want to be even more helpful, doll?”
“Yes yes yes anything!” I gasp, the knot of the strap inside me bumping against my clit and making me squirm.
Teacher grins and straightens up. “Alright class, our lovely femme has agreed to help with an additional demonstration. Luce, would you come join me please?”
The first Butch with the smallest strap comes to teacher’s side and smiles at me, their eyes dropping to my tits which are bouncing with each thrust.
“Now Luce, you’re going to fuck our dear femme’s face. I’ll talk you through it so we don’t overwhelm her, but for simplicity’s sake let’s flip her over first. Luce, you sit on the table by her head.” Teacher continues, stopping the Butch rutting away at me. I’m empty again and I whimper, but my heart also skips a beat knowing I’m about to be spitroasted. I’ve never tried the position before, never even been with more than one person at a time, but the thought is so incredibly sexy I can feel my pulse everywhere. I want to flip over for them, be a good girl, but I can’t gather the strength to lift my own body weight. Teacher notices my struggle and easily lifts and maneuvers me so I’m bent over the edge of the table, propped up on my elbows so my cheek rests against Luce’s thigh, her strap looking intimidatingly large from this new perspective. I feel a new strap line up with my dripping pussy and push deep inside. The lube and my wetness let the sizeable number slide into me with ease, but the slight stretch again makes me moan against Luce.
I feel fingers slide into my hair again and I realize it’s Teacher’s strong hand, they pull my head up so Luce’s strap is aligned with my mouth, which I let hang open in anticipation.
“See how her mouth opens? She’s been trained so well by us, what a good girl.” I squirm and clench around the strap inside me at the praise from Teacher. “Now Luce, I’ll hold her head still, and you follow my instructions for how to fuck her mouth.”
Teacher guides Luce’s strap into my mouth and my eyes roll back as she begins to thrust into my throat in tandem to the Butch thrusting deep in my pussy from behind. My eyes water as she hits the back and roof of my throat repeatedly, my scalp starting to ache from my hair being pulled. Tears slip down my cheeks, what’s left of my mascara surely running with it, but I’m certain my slutty moans make it abundantly clear how much I’m enjoying being stuffed full of Butch cock.
A few more butches take their turns with my pussy while Luce uses my mouth, until I feel her hips start to stutter and her breath catch unevenly. She’s about to cum, certainly. The butches which have circled around the table to watch closer stare at her with unabashed jealousy.
Teacher notices her coming close to her climax as well, “If you’re going to cum, thrust as deep inside her mouth as you can and cum there.”
Luce follows instructions to the letter, thrusting so deep inside my mouth that my lips touch the base of her strap and my eyes roll back as I gag around her. She cums with a string of curses and slowly slips her strap from my mouth, drool splattering along the mat between us and my jaw aching. She climbs off the table and Teacher pulls harder on my hair to make me look them in the eye.
“Do you want another or are you done?” They ask.
I whimper as the Butch fucking me from behind hits a particularly sensitive spot, “Not in my mouth anymore.” I request hoarsely.
Teacher nods and lowers my head back down to the mat, finally releasing my hair. My cheek rests in a puddle of my own drool but the relief in my arms and neck from getting to lay flat is so sweet that I barely notice.
The thick strap inside me thrusts twice, hard, then stills as I hear the Butch let out a long and low moan. They came quickly, whoever they are, lucky for them. They remove themselves from me and I open my eyes to see Teacher smiling down at me, “Last one, pretty girl. But the biggest by far. Can you take it?”
I nod, my eyelids fluttering with exhaustion but my pussy aching to be filled again. The last Butch, the one with the surgery scars and longer hair, stands from their desk and approaches behind me. I feel their strong hands caressing my ass, then the unmistakable sound of lube being applied to a strap. The head soon presses against my entrance, and I can feel how insanely large it is as they tease me by pushing it over my neglected clit a few times. I moan and wiggle my hips for more friction, but Teacher intervenes.
“No clit action for her yet, we wouldn’t want her to cum before we’ve finished. She clearly only has one more left in her before it becomes irresponsible to keep fucking her. She’s already so dumb, you can see in the way she agrees to everything we say. Isn’t that right, doll?” Teacher asks, laughter in their voice.
The huge head of the strap starts to slide into me and I moan and nod, “Yes yes Teacher yes”
The class laughs at me but I don’t care because this strap is so big it almost burns as it goes into me. I whimper and grab the sides of the table, the stretch so delicious and so painful at the same time. The butch leans so far over me as they push in that I feel their hair drag along my back, sending shivers down my spine. It feels like it takes forever before the base of the strap hits my clit and a tremor goes through my body. I reach one hand behind me and touch the butch’s thigh, “So big, a second please, ah fuck” I gasp.
“I think we should flip her over so we can see the bulge in her stomach.” Suggests a butch who’s voice I don’t recognize. “It’s so big there just has to be one.”
“Excellent idea!” Teacher responds, “Would you mind flipping her over? Just pull out first, turning her on you at this point would be ill advised.”
The massive strap slides out of me with the most disgustingly lewd sound I’ve ever heard, I can’t even whine at the loss, I just twitch. The butch’s strong hands grasp my legs and use them to flip me onto my back, the bright florescent lights making me wince. They hook my legs over their shoulders and re-align themselves, sinking into me again. This time it goes in much easier, but a chorus of moans come from the butches watching. I look down to see what all the fuss is, and realize that I can see the bulge of the strap in my stomach incredibly clearly. It pushes deeper and deeper until the tip is just below my belly button, I don’t even understand how that’s physically possible but I moan alongside the other butches at the sight.
The thrusts start shallow and slow but quickly pick up the pace until they’re fucking me fast and hard, whimpering just as much as I am. They clutch my hips to pull me down on their cock and I cling to their arms, my head lolling backward as waves of pleasure rip through my body.
“Now class, take turns placing a hand on her stomach. Feel how deep she’s taking it. You can even add a little pressure and watch how she reacts, it’ll help to stimulate her clitoral nerves from the inside.” Teacher explains, and the butches one by one place their hands on my lower abdomen. Sure enough, each time the pressure makes my nerves sing. I let out the most pathetic ah ah ah gasps as the pleasure increases each time. I’m getting so close to another orgasm, one I’ve been waiting for since the red-haired Butch brought me over the edge. I’m certain that the Butch fucking me and their thick strap will be able to get me there, I can feel that familiar sensation building.
I feel hot breath on my ear and Teacher whispers to me, “If you want to cum, call them a good boy. Tell them they’re fucking you so good and you want them to make you cum.”
I use the last of my strength to grab the Butch fucking me by the lapels and force them to meet my eyes. “G-good boy oh fuck, you’re doing so good for m-me baby please make me cum.” I stammer out stuttering with each thrust.
The look of pure lust on their face sends a shiver down my spine as they look to Teacher for approval. Teacher must have nodded because the Butch quickly slipped a hand between our bodies and started to rub circles over my clit. The contact after so long being neglected sends bolts of pleasure shooting through my body, and I writhe under their fingers.
“Oh f-fuck I’m gonna- ah!” I can’t even complete my sentence before I cum so hard my vision blacks out for a few seconds, finally understanding what people mean when they describe an orgasm as earth shattering. I float in a space of pleasure and stars for what feels like an eternity, aware of the huge cock still drilling into me but somehow also on an entirely different plane of existence. When I come back to earth I feel the Butch thrust so deep inside me that my whole body jolts, and they whimper and cry out as they cum inside me, one hand still rubbing me through my own orgasm as if by muscle memory.
Both of us panting, they pull out and I clench and twitch around nothing. The feeling of being empty now so foreign. The Butch lowers my legs down but they are quickly grabbed by a new pair of strong hands. I force my eyes open to see Teacher standing between my thighs, their eyes hungrily observing my ruined pussy.
“Finally class, it’s important to clean up your femme after you’re done using her. This helps to prevent infection or other discomfort. The most efficient way to do this is with your mouth, followed by a damp cloth. If you want more instruction on how to eat pussy effectively, please join us next week.” Teacher says, not looking away from my dripping core, and smoothly kneels before licking a long slow stroke between my legs.
I’m so overstimulated and fucked out that I nearly scream from the contact, immediately writhing from the shocks of pleasure-pain that zap through me. My hands find Teacher’s short tight curls and I just hold them, unable to decide if I want to push their mouth away or pull them deeper in. My head falls to the side and I watch as half the class passionately jerk themselves off, the other half sitting in chairs or leaning against tables and catching their breath from the orgasms they’ve had while fucking me or watching me get fucked.
Teacher sucks on my clit and I fall apart again, another orgasm washing over me with such intensity that I genuinely start to softly cry, the emotions and sensations too much to handle. Aftershocks shake my entire body at random intervals, my muscles so taxed they don’t know what to do. Teacher gently kisses their way up my body until they capture my mouth with theirs, tasting like my wetness and lube and sweat, gently pushing their tongue past my lips. I kiss them back with what little energy I have left, small moans leaving my throat. When they pull away they turn to the class.
“This has been our masterclass on strapon usage. If you enjoyed this class please join us again next week for our extended pussyeating seminar, or the following week for introduction to toys, bondage, and impact play. Thank you all for coming, pun intended.” The class chuckle and the room is filled with the sounds of flys zipping up, notebooks closing, and the butches murmuring amongst themselves and exchanging phone numbers.
I can barely keep my eyes open, an exhaustion that I didn’t know existed settling over me. Teacher stands between my legs and shakes hands with the students as they leave the classroom, their other hand on my face gently brushing a thumb over my cheekbone. The students thank me politely for a good time, telling me I’m a good girl and I did such a good job being used by everyone. I want to blush and smile under the praise but it’s all I can do to nod blearily in acknowledgement.
Once the last class member walks out the door, Sam pops up beside me. “I have a damp cloth here, I’m going to clean you up and then I’m going to rub some lotion into your skin okay? You did such a good job being used like a slut so we’re going to take care of you.”
I nod at her and manage a weak “thank you” before she gets to work, Teacher stepping out of the way and walking out of my line of sight. Sam works with gentle precision, careful not to be too rough with my overly sensitive pussy. I barely notice when I start to doze, drifting in and out of consciousness as she massages lotion all over my body, working into my exhausted muscles.
Eventually I feel a warm blanket settle over me, and I’m scooped up bridal style into arms that could only belong to Teacher. I rest my head against their firm shoulder and finally drift into a deep sleep, knowing undoubtedly that I was safe in the hands of this stud and their quick-fingered assistant.
The next morning I woke alone in my bed, and for a moment I convinced myself that the previous night must have been an elaborate sex dream. There’s no way that a shy femme like me would let herself be fucked by over a dozen butches in one night, let alone while letting them all watch?? As if.
That was, until I noticed the dull throbbing between my legs. And the finger sized bruises on my arms and legs and hips. And the hickeys leaving a glorious trail down my breasts and up to my neck. And the all encompassing ache that ripples through every muscle in my body.
No, it was real. Most definitely real and most definitely the most spectacular night of pleasure I had ever experienced in my life.
I glanced around for any sign that Teacher or Sam had been in my apartment. They must have used the key in my purse to get inside, did they also drive my car back here??
I finally notice the piece of paper laying on my bedside table, and with aching arms reach over to pick it up. It’s one of my flash cards that I had made just in case, and beneath it lay my car and house keys. In slanted printing the note only reads “Text yes if you want to join us for another class. Well done last night, XX”
I stare at the paper for a moment, contemplating what kind of life I would be living if I let myself be regularly group-fucked by butches, if I allowed Teacher to toy with my body as an example of the power that a butch could hold over a femme.
Ten minutes later I was rolled back over in bed, sleeping deeply with one text outgoing on my phone.
Yes 💕
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In today's age of magic, shapeshifting has never been easier or more frequent. Have you started to notice your partner has some strange quirks? Does your husband, wife, spouse or significant other demonstrate some odd behaviours that you've only started to take real notice of after significant time together? Accidentally getting into a relationship with a nonhuman is more common than you might think. Here's a handy guide on some entities your partner might be, in case you feel you need to approach that topic.
1 - Fae Fae are a very diverse race, ranging wildly in appearance and power, and disguising themselves as humans is an everyday occurrence. You most likely grew up on stories about not giving your name to strangers, in case they are Fae - unknowingly marrying a Fae is shockingly common, the Bureau of Nonhuman Entities (BoNE) estimates that anywhere between 0.5 to 2% of human marriages actually include one or more Fae in disguise. Here are the signs your partner may be Fae.
A 'green thumb', very knowledgeable about highly local plants and fungi
Strong aptitude for poetry and instruments, a very beautiful singing voice. They highly enjoy writing songs for you, composing poems about you, and singing together.
Enjoys singing you to sleep.
Wild animals are completely unafraid of them, and often approach both of you
Loves gold jewellery, but abjectly refuses to wear anything silver.
Sees suspiciously well in the dark
Cannot get drunk - Fae are often immune to human poisons
Acquaintances of yours describe your partner as 'ethereal', 'enchanting', or 'hypnotising'. You may hear comments that your partner seems out of your league.
They place a very heavy emphasis on manners and politeness, and can quickly grow upset when social rules are not followed.
When frustrated, they use swear words you've never heard before
Fae are frequently attracted to neurodivergent humans. If you're neurodivergent the likelihood is even higher.
2 - Deity Again, more common than you might think. Deities both minor and major often find themselves attracted to humans, and stories of these romances are baked into our histories. Your spouse may be the God of anything from a very specific kind of flower, to a certain weather pattern, to (rarely) something very big like knowledge or the ocean itself. They're harder to spot than Fae, often indistinguishable from a normal human thanks to their many years observing people.
The biggest clue is that they don't notice pain, and never seem to get hurt. They'll have invulnerability or high resistance to things such as burning, freezing, drowning, cutting, and blunt force trauma. They might not notice they've put their hand on a hot burner, for example.
Speaks in strangely archaic language, often misunderstanding modern trends and linguistics. Oddly knowledgeable around ancient subjects.
They may randomly smell like blood and/or smoke. This is often a sign they've just received an offering, and the intensity of the smell is stronger with more powerful deities.
They can immediately tell when someone is lying, usually without giving a cause for the knowledge.
The two of you share pet names of a celestial nature, such as "star", "nova", "sun", "moon", "comet".
When upset, they have a highly commanding voice that can shake glass or cause bizarre events to happen (ie; mist indoors, words on a page scrambling, lights changing colour).
Heightened interest in the topic of immortality - particularly your views on it. Frequently asking you 'how you would feel' if you would live forever.
3 - Dragon A very rare (but not impossible) phenomena, most people have no idea that dragons are intelligent and emotionally complex beings that can very convincingly disguise themselves. Living in caves isn't for everyone and loneliness is not just a human feeling.
Very wealthy, but with no clear sign of where the wealth originates from. They may say their money comes from a 'long-term investment'.
Highly passionate lover. Deeply devoted and affectionate, sometimes to the point of it being inappropriate in public. Enjoys big displays of affection and physical intimacy. May need to be told to slow down.
Abandonment issues. This often stems from the highly violent childhood many dragons experience, and the frequent loss of loved ones to dragonslayers. They might be reluctant to be separated too long.
Has a particular item they enjoy hoarding. This could be clothes, trinkets, plushies, shoes, anything at all. You may find that they're very easygoing about you touching their collection, maybe they even actively make you part of the hoard. They may dress you in collected clothes, sort their collected plushies around your bed, or ask you to wear jewellery they've found. But they'll become extremely agitated and aggressive if anyone other than you tries to interact with 'their things'.
Prone to anger, quick-tempered.
Frequently concerned about your health, seems to perceive you as delicate and easily injured.
Please remember that if your partner IS nonhuman, they almost certainly didn't intentionally lie. Human relationships will seem very fast to other entities. Many transform into humans for a fun year out, find themselves head over heels in love, and then can't figure out the right time to tell their human lover the truth. Try not to hold it against them, everyone has their quirks!
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no bc why does ellie give off older brother’s sorta meanish friend who’s always teasing you ….
mean older brother’s friend ellie hc’s ☁️
cw: smut, mentions of alcohol
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♡ mean!bbf ellie who’s introduction to you isn’t a nice or comfortable one. it's rather... bizarre. you had just finished showering, your hair still fully wet, tiny droplets of water flowing down your body. you leave the bathroom in a tiny towel, mindless as ever because this is your house, and as soon as you open the door, she just stands there. she was literally about to walk in, probably to pee or something, and she fucking startles you because who the hell is this absolute converse wearing, messy auburn haired stranger standing in front of your door?!
your parents may have told you something about your brother coming home from college for the holidays… perhaps with a certain girl this time, and you were just happy he finally got a girlfriend, or something. when you see her… yeah. thats definitely not his girlfriend. she’s so… i mean, you get it. she doesn’t look like someone who’d be into his type.
you huff out a small squeal when you’re startled by the absolute stranger, and she seems to be completely unbothered, although… her eyes wander down for a second before she catches your gaze. “who the fuck are you?” you gasp, and automatically hold the towel with a tighter grip to your body, since it almost fell off completely when you lifted your hands up out of pure panic. “ellie” she says with a smirk. she brings her hand forward to form a handshake, clearly aware that if you lifted your hand up, the towel will completely fall down. when you hold the fabric even tighter, she sighs, and places her hand back in her pocket. “are you my brother’s girlfriend?” you question, and she looks at you like you’re so fucking dumb. “do i look… like your brothers girlfriend?”
♡ mean!bbf ellie who decides that fucking with you is the funniest thing on earth, since ticking you off and making you go completely mad seems to be too easy, and one day when you have a simple dinner, just you, ellie and your brother— (since your parents maybe… went off to visit some relatives for the night) they have a conversation and she seems to completely ignore you, and he obviously does too. when they talk about something apparently “hilarious” that happened in college, a dumb thing a guy said during a lecture— as you play with your fork, squishing the food down on the plate, you decide to butt in on the conversation.
“something exactly like that happened in one of my cla—“ you quip, and ellie fully side eyes you and huffs under her breath. when she sees you stutter on your words since that look was so mean, she mocks you completely.
“my class— i mean, one t—ti”
“t—t t- what… you can’t talk?” she smirks, and tilts her head to the side. then, ellie immediately looks over to your brother and sighs. “didn’t know your sister had a stuttering problem”.
he giggles like an idiot and they immediately move on to a different topic, leaving you completely embarrassed, hot in the face and incredibly famished. you can't even eat— what if she says you chew funny.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who plays the stupidest, meanest pranks on you. they vary from hiding on the other side of the door and jumping on you with a terrifying scream, to replacing the sugar with salt in your tea like a literal 12 year old. ellie cant help but grow obsessed with how loud you yell and how your eyes pop out of your head, stomping your feet on the floor whenever you’re pissed at her. something about the way you snicker and tell her that you wish she returned to her stupid college already, the way you add an “ellieuhhhh” to the end of every sentence really just satisfies her deeply, for some reason she doesn’t… fully get yet.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who plays soccer with your brother in the yard, all sweaty with her bangs sticking to her forehead, dressed in basketball shorts and a stupidly tight tank top that make her stupidly tight abs pop out because she’s so stupidly damp with sweat, and you’re staring out of the window of your room like a creep. you’d usually rather not join because she has made it very clear that she doesn’t want to be around you unless you’re squirming or growing absolutely embarrassed. unfortunately, you’re so freaking bored and the weather outside truly is so nice— barely cloudy, the grass shining green and— fuck it. you pace downstairs, and stand stupidly still in the yard for a moment, before you gain the courage to ask if you can join. ellie obviously doesn’t want you on her team (she’d much rather humiliate you by taking the ball out of your feet at any given chance) so your brother has to take you in. you skip around the living room to put on some sneakers and when you join— it’s on. clearly, it’s not a proper game of soccer with only three players, but it’s their own version of it, and their own version is incredibly aggressive. all they do is yell at each other and elbow one another in order to keep away from the ball, and once you magically have it intertwined between your legs (your brother had finally passed it to you after literally begging for ten whole minutes) ellie makes sure to run as fast as she can, kick it violently out of your legs (that is definitely a foul, red card for ellie) and swiftly nudge you so that you fall on the grass with your nose bumping into it’s softness. she moves to stand right above you, towering over your body completely, and she's laughing her lungs out. she moves to the side to cover the sun from glowing directly in your eyes, just to force you to look into her and see how happy she is to humiliate you again. you’re absolutely pissed now, so you push your legs forward and kick her right back— she falls over you, her chest right on top of yours.
she’s heaving and panting, and you swear you could almost taste the sweat slowly leaking on her forehead. the world literally stops.
“you’re so fucking dumb” she snickers, and lifts herself off of you.
you go into your room to punch a pillow. shes so fucking annoying.
she goes into her room to do something… different. you’re so fucking annoying.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who always rolls her eyes when she sees you come closer, and constantly gives your brother those certain looks, that she clearly makes to piss you off and watch that little pout form on your lips. one morning, you walk over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, and ellie’s in her pajamas (for some reason, you really can’t stop looking at her arms, since she’s only wearing a wife beater and some low hanging sweats). when you greet her with a chipper good morning, she mumbles a lazy “morning” back, and when you lift yourself up on your toes to grab your favorite mug, she sees your shorts ride up a bit and her breath completely cages in her throat. she considers coming over and helping you, but hearing your sweet, breathy little huffs is so much nicer.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who finds you extremely attractive, and wishes you stopped walking around the house in tiny outfits (she wouldn’t be too far off if she called them literal napkins) because you’re making it very hard to concentrate when she works on a project with your brother in the living room and you just happen to walk by, carrying a tray of freshly squeezed lemonade and offer it to them. and she hates how fucking kind you remain even though shes so mean, so she gets even meaner and tells you that the lemonade tastes bad. she spits it out inside the glass, and the way you squint your eyebrows and ask her if she wants you to make her a new one literally tugs at her heartstrings. she tells you; “s’fine, you shouldn’t be near a kitchen, like— ever again. tastes awful” and when you take the glass out of her hand and walk off without even commenting anything back, she huffs a silent “shit” under her breath and closes her eyes for a second.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who one day has a super… weird dream about you. you lounged inside a lively kitchen— but it wasn’t the one she grew familiar with. it was mostly filled with mahogany furniture, an aqua green stove and a peach colored carpet. you were baking something, and it smelled like maple and cherry and vanilla and peach cobbler, it smelled messy and like an explosion of sweetness but god, she felt the hunger in her sleep. you stood there in a little apron, and just when you shut the stove’s lid up, she hugged you from behind. she smelled your neck, and wrapped her arms around you. “smells nice, babe” she whispered. you turned around and smiled at her so big, and just as you closed your eyes and parted your lips— she woke up.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who can’t. stop. thinking. about that freaking dream. she wakes up and she feels parched, and so fucking confused. she bumps her palm against her forehead and decides she needs a tall, refreshing glass of water before she tries to slumber again, because god knows she wont be able to. she goes downstairs to the kitchen, and gets so startled when she sees your shadow standing over the stove, its just like that dream but you're not baking, there's just a bowl of cereal in your hands and random music silently coming out of your phone. when she jumps— you jump too. and you drop the whole entire bowl and the milk is now running all over your top.
“jesus fucking christ!” you gasp, and when you see that it’s ellie, her face all puffy from sleep, your heart thuds in your chest. you’ve never been… completely alone with her, not ever since you met her outside of the shower for the first time, anyways.
“why are you standing like a creep in the kitchen in the middle of the night?!” she questions.
“i was… eating”
“at 3am?”
“yes and now i guess i wont be eating anymore since you made me— drop! the entire bowl!”
for some reason, she tells you that she’s sorry. maybe it’s that fucking dream—
she hastily grabs some paper towels and helps you wipe. she’s awkwardly rubbing all over the material and shes being extremely stupid because clearly you can just change your top, this is your house after all, and your closet is right there, but she doesn’t seem to be able to stop wiping and whispering that she’s sorry and she’s tugging at your top and it… makes her flustered so she fucking stops, and throws the paper towel on the counter.
“clean yourself up— you’re the weirdo awake at 3am”
(she was right where you stood yesterday, eating some cheese puffs on the floor while watching a gaming stream but she obviously wont mention that)
♡ mean!bbf ellie who instead of surrendering to her feelings that are obviously starting to creep up, decides to grow even meaner. it’s not just random comments and stupid pranks anymore, it’s quite literally pure evilness. when she watches a film with your brother, a bowl of popcorn in her hands and some fuzzy socks, cuddled up inside a thin blanket on the couch, you decide to make an appearance. you, bored out of your mind, decided to to join in on the fun. usually, ellie had no problem if you just lounged in the living room while they watched television or played video games, because you would quite literally be completely mute and not bother them at all, untill ellie made a joke (“that dude’s head looks like the titanic’s fucking iceberg”) that you couldn’t help but laugh at. when you laughed, so hard you practically wheezed, it kind of made her feel soft and icky and she wanted to slap it out of her. today, when she saw you slide into the living room from the corner of her eye, she deadpanned completely.
“no— no, we’re not watching this with you” she snickered, and her tone was so serious and it didn’t even carry a glimmer of teasing, it was purely just mean.
you scrunch your eyebrows, and huff a quiet “what? why?”
“because you’re fucking annoying and we don’t want you around”
you went pure silent, just staring at the floor.
“why are you still standing there? go” she waved her hand, as if she was kicking out a small, pesky little animal.
you really weren’t a crybaby, but you truly didn’t deserve this. for some reason, a lump formed down your throat, and your eyes glistened. you climbed up to your room and silently sniffled.
even your brother thought she was being too mean now.
“that was kinda… fucked up”
ellie brushed her tongue on the side of her mouth, and clenched her jaw. she knows.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who notices you appear less and less around the house. mean bbf ellie, who really isn’t a bad person, she isn’t even that fucking mean, she just can’t handle her feelings and masks them completely untill you absolutely hate her guts. after that night— the night where she kicked you off to your room, you don’t chipper a good morning. you enter the kitchen, groggy and quiet, make a drink and disappear to your room with the cup in your hand. you don’t make lemonade anymore, and you don’t even laugh when she makes a stupid joke. mean ellie who misses your laugh, and tries so hard to hear it again, but fails miserably.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who loses it completely when you decide to go out to a party one night. you’re so quiet it feels almost as if you’re sneaking out, but you truly aren’t. you’re just scared she’ll make a mean comment on your dress or tell you that you look stupid with your makeup done like that.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who stares you down completely, and shamelessly checks you out when you twist the doorknob in order to leave the house.
“wh… where are you going?” she questions, and it’s so hard to keep it cool when you look so good and your thighs are on full display with your ass almost popping out of your dress. it makes her gulp because she fucking knows it’s not for her. you’re gonna go out and you’ll have people gawking over you and it drives her crazy.
“party” you simply mutter.
“dressed like that?” she clearly runs her eyes all over your body.
she's going to say something mean again. you just know it.
“really don’t have the time or the energy for your comments right now, ellie”
she wishes you added that cute uuuh, at the end of her name. you don’t.
“you look… stay safe—“
“i look what, ellie?”
“nice. y’look nice”
you shut the door. she just complimented you. that was a first.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who waits for you to come back from the party because she’s worried. she doesn’t admit it to herself, and excuses it by thinking she just can’t fall asleep because the winds too loud or the room’s too hot, so she just lays awake, waiting to hear your footsteps and your room’s door close shut— but you don’t. seem. to come. home. she feels sick because what if something happened to you— and then she feels completely stupid because you’re an adult and you’ve probably been to numerous parties already, but she can’t help but feel it in her guts. what if something happened to you? what if you drank too much and god forbid— what if you went home with somebody? she falls into the mattress with a thud and stares at the ceiling for half an hour, just picturing you making out with someone and them grabbing your waist or your ass and now she feels like she’s about to punch the damn wall— and then she hears you. you’re humming a song, specifically— cash shit by megan thee stallion, and you sound obviously drunk. she can’t let you go to sleep like that.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who propels the door open, to see you sliding down the wall, smelling like alcohol and sweet perfume and she feels sickly but she needs to take care of you, so she grabs you by the waist, guide you through the corridor, opens the door to your room and puts you down on your bed. she coo’s at you to stay quiet and calm for her.
“yeaupp m’in my baggg but im in his too…” you blabber, and burst out laughing.
“okay— okay, you good? you got contacts you need to remove? if you’re gonna throw up, i’ll get a bucket” she whispers, as she watches you swing back and forth. you look so pretty it’s incredible hard for her to be calm.
“some new sh—shoes… blah… mwahhhhh” you pull out your tongue and pucker your lips. you look incredibly silly and she swallows a giggle.
“you’re wasted, aren’t you?” now she's just caressing your face. why does she feel like she's going to faint?
“k— not t’wasted… you’re wasted… you’re wasted and pp—pretty” you mumble.
“huh?” thank god you’re drunk, because shes full on blushing.
“pretty pretty els…. s’pretty and so evil and m—mean and pretty…. like a millions pretty but—b’millions evil… so e—evil”
she decides to just shut the fuck up. keep going.
“i k—kissed somebody”
and now she’s the one who feels like she’s gonna puke.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who decides to completely give you the silent treatment. you didn’t even do anything, but god it feels like she hates you now.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who confronts you about that stupid kiss and asks you who the fuck dared to kiss a drunk girl, and you look so panicked and afraid, and it hurts when she tells you she’s gonna let your brother know and that he’s gonna kick their ass and you’re gonna be done for.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who fully breaks one day. it’s the last week of her and your brothers visit, and you haven’t talked to her for three whole days. she feels it inside of her chest, and every time you come near, it becomes harder and harder not to push you against the counter and kiss the hell out of your lips. it’s hard to stop staring and it’s hard to keep her distance so she confronts you.
“you know you told me i’m pretty, right? before you threw up on the fucking bed?”
your eyes pop out of your head. you feel absolutely embarrassed. no you didn’t.
“i did not— what? what the hell is the matter with you?” you huff, and back away.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who comes closer and closer the more you back away, because it’s becoming incredibly difficult to keep that distance apart, so she makes sure you can feel her breath on your lips and makes sure it makes you shiver— before she mutters a loud “fuck it” and takes your lips between her’s.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who kisses you so hard, it truly feels like you've never been kissed before. nothing could ever compare. when she takes your lips between her's, and sucks on the bottom one, just to hear a sweet little breath leave your mouth, she grunts. it feels like everything she's ever felt was flowing out of her body and crashing onto yours. when she squeezes your waist, and pulls you in closer so her chest bumps into yours— she breaks the kiss to look at you. my god, you're panting, and flushed, and she can feel you shaking.
"i'm sorry" she mutters, and she truly isn't, but if you keep on shaking like that, she's gonna have to start running away.
"please— don't stop"
honestly, she wasn't planning on stopping.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who picks you up, and as your legs automatically intertwine with each other on her lower back, takes you to your room and bangs you up on the door.
“what— what are you doing?” you ask, and it’s completely interrupted when her lips land on yours again. she can’t do this anymore, she can’t keep playing with you because if you kiss another person again who isn’t her she swears she’s gonna run out and beat them up, or even worse— kill them completely, and she can’t help but moan against your lips because you’re so fucking cute when you let out those noises and she needs to touch you right now or she’ll die.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who need's to hear you add that little "uuuh" at the end of her name after you kiss her because she'd imagined it too many times.
"say my name like— fuck"
"say it like you fucking do when you're pissed at me— say it"
somehow, you immediately know what she means.
"ellieuuuh!"
she's never swallowed so hard in her life. she looks at you like she's famished, and she growls. when ellie kisses you again, it feels like you're going to crash down and die.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who eats you out like shes starved in your childhood bedroom. swirls her tongue and spits on your cunt and tells you to “keep fucking quiet” or else your brother will hear, and he’s right in the next room and she told him she just went to get something to eat, so she shoves your little panties right in your mouth and holds your stomach down on the bed with her two hands, parts your pussy lips so far apart they practically burn and she goes on and on till you cum on her face twice. “atta fucking girl just like that… just like that”
♡ mean!bbf ellie who plays with your clit in little circles, sits with your back pressed against her chest, and growls every time she sees feels hole clench around her. she tells you to be a good little whore for her and take her fingers before she gives you her strap, and you don’t even know why she has it with her because— is she fucking other girls?
♡ mean!bbf ellie who isn't fucking other girls— she just brought it because she... well, maybe she looked at your brother's facebook before coming over and she happened to stumble across a very, very pretty girl
♡ mean!bbf ellie who slaps your pussy hard every time you yell out her name— “you better keep fucking quiet or m’not letting you cum” and then shoves your panties even deeper inside of your mouth till you’re almost gagging, and only takes them out by replacing them with her cunt, and makes you eat her out completely controlled by the sway of her hips as she grinds herself down and god— she fucking needs it because getting off to you from knowing you were right next to her room truly wasn’t enough so she makes sure you make her feel good, and pats your cheeks every time your tongue swirls around her clit just right.
♡ mean!bbf ellie who straps you down on the bed, whispers short circuited “take it. take it. take it” every time it hits that one spot inside of your cunt, and makes you whisper in her ear to fuck you harder and faster because hearing your sweet little voice saying these obscenities is making her clit pump and brush on the bottom of her harness just right. “you gonna be my good fucking girl— make me fucking cum inside you? hmmph?”
she can’t help but… ask you,
“you want your brother to know how much of a fucking slut you are? letting his best f—fucking friend fuck you like this?” and all you can do is whine and hiccup broken sobs of “n—no ellie dont want him to know!”
“think you fucking do— if you keep on fucking screaming like this”
♡ mean!bbf ellie who… makes you cockwarm her strap while watching tv. this time, she doesn’t kick you out. with your brother’s eyes glued to the screen, watching E.T, it’s very easy to miss out on the bulge that’s hiding inside of ellie’s sweats. she signals you to come sit on her lap, and you just nod and whisper “no”, because what if he see’s— but she grabs your waist, slides you to sit right on her lap, pulls your pants and your panties down, and god— you’re already soaking just from being around her. she makes you roll your hips down her strap, separating your pussy lips apart and rub yourself all over it, guiding your motions with her hands. she can barely keep quiet herself because the way you whimper so softly and slap a hand on your mouth makes her lose it. she knows you wont be able to keep quiet if she bounced you up and down.
“stop being so loud” your brother snickers, and he almost… almost turns his head to the side. if he looked— he’d see his little sister sitting right on his best friend’s lap. that same best friend who kicked you out, same best friend who teased and mocked— what if he sees?
“shh… shh— just sit on it” she whispers in your ear and you shiver. you obey, and move your hips up. its almost too big, you have to swallow a screech when it slides inside of your hole. you want to bounce on it so bad, but your brothers still fucking awake. she almost snickers at how easily it went up inside, your slick completely swallowing it whole, but she stops herself. her could wake up at any given moment.
“keep on sitting on it” she grabs your thighs and digs her nails into them. “don’t move” and whenever you do—, eagerly attempting to disobey her, she pulls you down and grinds you deep on it, making sure you're caged inside. when she hears the quiet shores of your older brother sound asleep in the background, she starts fucking it into you deep. she thrusts her hips forward, and you don’t even have to move a muscle, you really did earn it after all.
"such a good fucking girl— have to make it up to you"
♡ mean!bbf ellie who sneaks little spanks, and grabs your tits whenever no ones looking, creeping up on you from behind and smelling your neck— just like she did in her dream. she kisses and kisses and almost doesn’t care if she gets caught— she has only three days left.
will you go away with her, or are you going to have to wait till next year’s visit? <3
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starrluvs · 4 months
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bihan with a super girly gf who has a decked out pink room covered inn stuffed ajimals and clothes
𝐁𝐈-𝐇𝐀𝐍 + 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄! 𝐒/𝐎
cw: fem reader, hyper fem reader/girly girl reader, i hope bi han isnt too ooc, established relationship, loss of virginity, piv sex, corruption kink, oral (m and f receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, reader is a lil cock drunk, mdni pls :)
wc: i typed this up on tumblr and not docs so idkkk T^T
a/n: this is crazy because i had thoughts about this sort of trope with bi-han omg.... i've done this in a headcanon format with both sfw and nsfw, enjoy and ty nonnie! ALSO TYSM FOR 300 FOLLOWERS🫶🏾💗
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grumpy anger issues bf x hyper girly-girl gf
everyone around the two of you questioned what brought you guys together
'opposites attract' is indeed true
when he first seen you, bi-han was taken back at how much you stood out
you were dressed head-to-toe in pink... it was somewhat strange to him, but with the way his eyes couldn't peel away from your figure, he knew was interested in you
once he starts to interact with you, he finds your personality oddly endearing
you were so passionate about whatever was on your mind and he was fond of that
watching and listening to the way you rambled on and on about how many squishmallow's you've collected and how much more you're missing was surprisingly intriguing
seeing the way your eyes lit up the more you talked about collecting these bizarre 'stuffed creatures', as he called it, threatened to melt his supposedly iced heart... just a little bit
when the two of you start dating, things get interesting
bi-han has been to your place quite a few times now, and the decor of your room makes him feel out of place every single time
seeing your room covered in pink with all your stuffed animals, pink frilly clothes and makeup...
it just matched you so perfectly, and he was the complete opposite...
he also has some nicknames for you that include: doll, love, flower, snowflake, and one that he uses due to your own request; princess
having to introduce you to the lin kuei was quite eventful
he was grateful to know you didn't get scared and run off once learning his profession, making him proud to have you by his side
once meeting you, bi-han started taking off more time from his duties, which only started to spread rumors of the grandmaster potentially dating somebody
if anyone dared to intrude his privacy and ask about why he's been so much more absent than usual, he'd snap and tell them it doesn't concern anybody except himself
so once the clan seen bi-han walking side-by-side with you, showing you around for the first time, everyone couldn't take their eyes away from you two
the way you were all dolled up in a pink frilly dress that matched your heels and thigh high socks while clinging to bi-han's arm so lovingly with a beaming smile was baffling to all the clan members, especially his brothers
(just imagine kuai liang playfully nudging tomas and telling him 'i told you, he was definitely seeing someone this whole time')
bi-han cared deeply for you and everyone was able to tell
everybody found out about the grandmaster commissioning a separate room for you to have customized however you'd like because you didn't enjoy how 'dark and sad' the blue and black tones of the lin kuei and bi-han's room were
he even went to the extent of getting custom made gowns and robes for you to wear around the lin kuei that were in whatever shades of pink you wanted
he loved the confidence you had and how much you didn't care about sticking out like a sore thumb
it's exactly what he needs in a partner by his side
overall, bi-han will always treat you like the princess you are <3
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bi-han was your first ever intimate partner, and him taking your virginity made you feel so much more connected to him than you already were
knowing this also swelled the love bi-han already had for you
it made him feel like you truly belonged to him. only him.
your body drove him wild, and your sounds felt like they casted a spell upon him
the first few times you two were intimate, he would attempt to be softer so that you could enjoy yourself
"bi-hannn, it f-feels so- haah, good..." your eyes were watery with tears and your glossy lips were left in an 'o' shape
he was above you, pinning your legs back and thrusting into you at a moderate pace
"you’re doing amazing, my little snowflake, making me so proud…" his praise made your heart flutter as he guided and helped you while taking in all of his length
his eyes were trailing back and forth between your erotic facial expressions and your beautiful breasts that rocked perfectly with each of his thrusts
your arms were stretched above as you grabbed onto one of your teddy bears behind you for support
the grip you had on the stuffed animal was harsh as you bit your lip, trying to quiet down in case one of your neighbors heard you..
every time he would take you like this at your place, you were always mindful of the neighbors, which he hated
but fortunately for him, once you moved in at the lin kuei, you were far more used to having sex with bi-han and he made sure you knew that you had full permission to be as loud as you wanted
living with the lin kuei meant that you were with almost with bi-han at all times, which severely benefited your sex life
gone were the days when you would be too shy to show your naked body to bi-han or even make noises
bi-han made sure to craft you into his perfect little fuckdoll
he trained you and your body so well, you knew how to properly obey and take him whenever he pleased
being able to fuck you at his usual rough pace was all that bi-han ever wanted, and you couldn’t get enough of it either
your baby-pink panties were pushed to the side as bi-han aggressively railed you from behind
"f-fuuuck! please don’t s-stop!" your voice was slurred and your mouth was hung open— unable to prevent your drool from soaking bi-han’s mattress
he loved when you got like this, so fucked out by him
just seeing the way you clearly had no coherent thoughts running through your mind— only the thought of his cock clouded your head
bi-han snickers, "who would’ve thought that my precious princess would turn out to be such a whore?"
on occasion he would still praise you like he used to
but he would often degrade you and talk with such vulgar language without you shying away anymore
introducing you to such an enjoyable sex life also involved you building up your own sex drive
after finishing daily duties, there have been times when bi-han has walked into his room and found you in the middle of his bed, grinding your aroused pussy on one of your stuffed animals
knowing that you had planned for him to see you made bi-han surge with excitement down under
despite all of that, bi-han can still praise you and treat you like the princess you are, similar to how he did when you were still inexperienced
if you tell him you’re in the mood to get down and dirty—gently, not rough— he would oblige
he would still call you his good girl while eating you out
you’d be leaned back on your pink sheets, basking in the warmth of your mattress but also the coldness of bi-han’s tongue assaulting your pussy
the same situation usually happens in reverse as well
if bi-han’s in the mood, you’d gladly let him fuck your face for his own pleasure
the obedience you had for him brought him so much pleasure
not to mention the influence he’s had on you—
his cute, innocent snowflake who could barely take in any of his cock without gagging and coughing, was now easily allowing her face to be fucked at whatever pace he desired
seeing your dolled up face get ruined turned him on even more
the way your tears were stained with black from your mascara and running down your cheeks, and how your sparkly pink lip gloss was smudged all over his cock and your face
even knowing how you would beg and drink up his cum made him feel so proud
he still couldn’t get over how well he trained you…
bi-han was also smart and knew how to keep a perfect balance of praise and degradation for you
he’d watch you from above as he stroked his hard cock in front of your face
your doe eyes looked up at him with your tongue sticking out, panting and whining, just begging for something to be in your mouth
bi-han would take his free hand and lightly tap your cheek before forcing his thumb into your mouth, which you gladly sucked on
"such a beautiful little slut, you know just how to please me, fuck.."
guys i think he might have a corruption kink idk tho >_< !!
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where you'll meet your soulmate
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I know this is fairly vague when it comes to astrology and how intricate of an art it can be, especially when it comes to the placement of Juno. But I find this to be pretty spot on when it comes to the dreamy meet cute you have with your destined one.
Juno in the 1st House: Picture this - you're shining bright, maybe you're on stage, or it's your birthday bash. There’s laughter, music, and bam! Your eyes lock with theirs across the room. It's electric, like a scene from a movie. Love at first sight? Heck yeah. This isn't a slow burn; it's fireworks from the get-go. Imagine meeting the one person who sees you, the real you, in a crowd of faces. That’s your moment.
Juno in the 2nd House: Imagine casually browsing through a bookstore or maybe hustling at a side gig, and there they are. Maybe they're helping you pick out the perfect gift, or you’re laughing over a bizarre find at a flea market. This connection is built on the simple things in life, like sharing a passion or working on something that matters to both of you. It’s the shared smiles and the teamwork that makes the dream work.
Juno in the 3rd House: Ever met someone and felt like you’ve known them forever? That’s Juno in the 3rd for you. It could be a friend of a friend, someone from the neighborhood, or that person you keep bumping into online because you laugh at the same memes. This could also be a childhood friend. It's the comfort of familiarity, the ease of a conversation that never ends. It’s like finding a missing piece you weren’t even aware you were looking for.
Juno in the 4th House: This is all about home, heart, and heritage. Imagine finding your soulmate at a family gathering or through a connection so deeply rooted in your past, it feels fated. It could be a cozy dinner, a traditional celebration, or through the meddling of your mom playing cupid. This soulmate brings a sense of belonging, a feeling of coming home, no matter where you are.
Juno in the 5th House: Think laughter, creativity, and a dash of spontaneity. Meeting your soulmate while you’re living your best life, maybe at a concert, an art exhibit, or while coaching little league. It’s those moments of pure joy and abandon, where you meet someone who makes your heart race faster than a rollercoaster ride. It’s about finding love in the midst of living passionately.
Juno in the 6th House: Here, love finds you in the midst of your daily grind. It could be that new colleague, someone you meet at a fitness class, or even a fellow volunteer. This is about finding someone who fits into your life like the perfect puzzle piece, making every day brighter and every routine special. It’s the beauty in the ordinary, the love that grows in shared routines and little acts of care.
Juno in the 7th House: Picture meeting your soulmate at a wedding, It's where you least expect it, in the midst of celebrating love, you find your own. It could be a plus-one that was meant to be your plus-one forever. This is about partnerships, the undeniable pull towards someone who complements you perfectly, in ways you hadn’t even dared to dream of. I sometimes find you may even find your soulmate through an ex partner with this placement.
Juno in the 8th House: This is deep, the kind of connection that happens in the quiet, unexpected moments. Maybe it’s someone you meet in a place where you both show your vulnerabilities, or perhaps during a time of transformation. You could be intoxicated or under the influence when you meet. It’s a soul-stirring, intense connection that feels predestined, a love that’s as profound as the ocean and just as mysterious.
Juno in the 9th House: Imagine crossing paths with your soulmate in a setting that screams adventure and growth. It could be a study abroad program, a spiritual journey, or just a random seminar that you both decided to attend on a whim. This is about finding someone who shares your thirst for knowledge, adventure, and the quest for meaning in life. It’s about expanding your horizons, together.
Juno in the 10th House: Here’s where your ambitions and your heart align. Meeting your soulmate in a context that’s all about achieving your life’s purpose, maybe at a conference, through a mentor, or while making your mark on the world. It’s about finding someone who not only shares your dreams but is ready to build an empire with you. This love story is about legacy, ambition, and a shared vision for the future.
Juno in the 11th House: This is the meet-cute you didn’t see coming. A friend’s party, a community event, or that random encounter at a party. It’s about connection, friendship, and shared ideals. Finding your soul mate here means finding someone who gets you on a level that's almost telepathic. It’s about shared laughs, mutual friends becoming mutual admirers, and feeling like you’ve found your tribe with this person by your side.
Juno in the 12th House: This is where souls connect on a celestial level. Imagine a tranquil setting, a spiritual retreat, or a place where you're seeking peace, and there they are. This connection is ethereal, almost like recognizing a soul from a past life. It’s a love that transcends time and space, wrapping you in a sense of calm and belonging that’s hard to put into words.
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REGULUS BLACK | HOLD HER! PART 0.5
SUM. : you have a bizarre encounter with regulus because james couldn’t help himself —but his heart was in the right place at least (a prequel to part 1)
TAGS. : fluff ; grumpy regulus ; sunshine reader ; grumpy x sunshine trope ; you don’t have to read the first part to read this ; James being a defensive, protective older brother type ; James doesn’t condone slander ; inspired by a scene in demon slayer ; we love James ; but he can be a little much sometimes… ; but he’s perfect~ ; my James simp is showing ; excuse me~
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PART 1
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“Regulus!” You call, waving enthusiastically towards the aloof Slytherin. It was break time between morning and afternoon classes and most people were on their way to the dining hall for food, except Regulus and his few friends who were going the opposite direction.
Beside you, the marauders give you an incredulous look. They understood how bubbly and bright you were, able to befriend anyone you came across, however, when it came to Sirius’ younger brother, hardly anyone was a tough enough contender to break through Regulus Black’s stone walls.
“You’ve got to be kidding me…” the older Black brother utters in disbelief from beside you. His voice is a whisper and whether anyone heard him or not, they never showed it.
As expected, Regulus narrows his eyes at you and scowls deeply. He looks both offended and disgusted at your greeting towards him.
Sirius frowns deeply at his younger brother’s antisocial behaviour while Remus tries to keep a neutral face despite his instincts wanting to kick in and protect you. The lycanthrope has grown a sisterly fondness for you, all of the marauders have, but him especially seeing as you were the very few people who could actually cheer him up before and after a full moon. Naturally, Peter cowers slightly at the confrontation but tries to mask his fear — although unsuccessful from the intensified glare directed his way and the satisfied smirk that followed on the small circle of friends around Regulus. James doesn’t seem to mind the interaction at all, smiling harmlessly throughout the interaction. Look at you making friends! He’s so proud!
“Aren’t you going to eat lunch?” You ask with an adorable tilt of your head as Regulus feels his eye twitch. This has to be a sham…nobody really acts like this.
“That’s none of your business,” Regulus is loyal to his principle of keeping all interactions brief; his response epigrammatic. However, it’s forced through clenched teeth, his tone biting and a direct opposition to the calm demeanour he famously displays.
“But what if you get hungry later on? Won’t you get stomach pains?”
“Again,” the younger Black brother emphasises his irritation with the narrowing of his eyes, “that’s none of your concern,” you want to continue arguing, saddened by his resistance; nobody should feel hungry during classes, it makes the hours drag on far longer than necessary, “now move out of my way, this whole act of yours isn’t cute —you’re not cute,”
Sirius scoffs and begins to pull you into his side as Remus steps away with Peter to make way, both frowning deeply at the way the Slytherin spoke to you. James, however, was stock still, the world suddenly moving at a snails pace around him.
‘Not cute?’ James looks at you, his earlier smile slowly slipping away as he blinks his face between you and Regulus, ‘Not cute…NOT CUTE?!’
“WhaT dID YoU SAy?!!” James screeched loud enough to draw the entire hall of students’ attention, “LIES!” He continues to defend as everyone looks at him as if he’s lost his mind, even Regulus who was an expert at keeping his expression some cold.
“Jame—“ You’re cut off when James reaches over and holds your face with one hand, cupping his palm under your chin as his fingers and thumb press into your cheeks and turn your lips outwards, rendering you unable to speak.
“ShE’S thE CUTEst! JUST lOok at HER! Her BEAutY is LiKe NO OthEr! Do YOu KNow hOW MaNy PeOPLe I’ve HAd to SCarE AwaY from APPrOchInG Her wITh bAD InTenTIONS?!” James emphasises by pulling you close to his side with his other arm and stepping the two of you closer to Regulus who steps back. He doesn’t know how to describe it but Regulus felt threatened by the fire fiercely blazing in James’ eyes, “YoU JUsT nEEd to See heR in BeTTEr LiGHTinG! THATS ALL! ThESE STupiD HaLLWay CanDLes ARen’t ENOUGH!” James reaches for the younger Slytherin, a game plan already forming in his head, “CoME wITh ME!”
“Get away from me, Potter!” Regulus hurriedly steps away from the older Gryffindor’s grip, flustered and avoiding your adorably squished face. Paired with your large, round eyes, puffed out, pouty lips and dinky nose… your winsome features are nowhere near cute!
Regulus makes his escape by forcing his way past, his heart racing from the adrenaline of the bizarre encounter just adrenaline.
You’re not cute. You’re not cute. You’re not cute. YOU’RE NOT…cute…
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A/N : i wrote this incredibly sleep deprived but inspired. i hope you enjoyed <3
NAVI.
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aphroditelovesu · 13 days
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Hi! I don't know if you are taking any requests, if you don't, just ignore this
Can you do headcanons of platonic yandere hannibal (2013 TV show) with a darling that looks like abigail hobbs? Can you add will Graham as well? Thank you!
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❝ 🍽 — lady l: I should have posted this yesterday but it ended up not being possible as a practical class in the laboratory, but here it is! I hope you like it, anon. Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading!! ❤️🥰
❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation, kidnapping, forced cannibalism and mention of death.
❝🔎pairing: platonic yandere!hannigram x gender neutral!reader.
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After everything that had happened between them and Abigail, Hannibal and Will had no plans on trying to care for someone else anytime soon, if ever. They were starting their life together after Red Dragon and in a calm place where there was no danger of being found by the FBI when they met you.
When Hannibal and Will first met you, they initially kept a cautious distance. Still reeling from the events with Abigail, they were reluctant to make room for someone else in their lives. However, over time, you proved to be a comforting and intriguing presence. It didn't help that you remembered her in some ways. Maybe it was your looks or your personality, but they couldn't help but find it refreshing and bizarre at the same time how much you reminded them of her.
As the days passed, you showed a unique understanding of the complexities of the human mind, something that fascinated them deeply. Your calm presence and ability to adapt to your surroundings intrigued them. Will felt comfortable around you, something few people had the ability to do and Hannibal found himself drawn to the way you thought more and more.
Your presence brought a sense of normalcy to them, something they had long lost. You brought a good feeling to them, something they had lost along the way. It was Hannibal who convinced Will to "adopt", to bring you to live with them. Will, although a little reluctant to take you away from your family, eventually accepted. That was how you became part of their family and they had no intention of letting you go.
Hannibal was the one who brought you in and Will covered for him. Although they wanted to make you part of their twisted family in a "normal" way, plans quickly changed. The initial plans were to get close to you and manipulate you, make you hate your family so that you would realize that they were the only ones who could truly care for you.
But when it became clear that you didn't seem to respond to the manipulations, they decided to take another course of action. During one night when you were walking alone, much to their disapproval, Hannibal quickly knocked you out and brought you with him. You would finally be safe with them. Will placed you on the bed prepared for you, covering you as he tended to your sleep.
You would have to accept your place quickly or there will be consequences. Hannibal is a psychiatrist, he knows that what they did can inflict trauma on you and he will be patient with you for as long as you need, but if you are too stubborn or don't respond to the mandatory therapy he will give you, he is not against using other means to make you accept your place.
Hannibal will try to be patient with you and he will, will tolerate stubbornness to a certain extent, as he understands that it may be due to the stress of being taken away from your old life, but if you are too stubborn and even rude, he will have to teach you good manners. Hannibal does not tolerate rude people at all.
Will is more compassionate towards you, he knows and understands that it may be difficult for you to accept this new reality, so he will try to be understanding with you and he is. Will will always be by your side and although it seems like a kind action to him, in reality it becomes overwhelming. There will be no privacy, because he wants to be close to you and he believes he is helping you by not letting go of you.
He will try to cheer you up, spoiling you and even making you escape punishments that Hannibal might try to apply to you. Will is no saint, but he cares about you, a lot, and he doesn't want to see you hurt, whether physically or emotionally, so he will try to help you as much as he can. But he has his limits and if you don't cooperate, Will won't interfere with Hannibal's punishments.
As the days passed, you found yourself trapped in this new reality, surrounded by Hannibal and Will, each with their own motivations and methods. Hannibal, with his sharp and manipulative mind, tried to shape your perception of the world and your own identity, while Will, with his peculiar empathy, sought to comfort you amid the chaos that had become your life. It wouldn't be long before you gave in to Hannibal's manipulations, he'll be sure of that.
They like to think that they are great parents to you, better than your family ever was. Hannibal and Will love to spoil you and take care of you, the former being the one who buys you the most material things and the latter being quite clingy. Do you want something absurdly expensive and ridiculous? You got it, but only if you are a good child to them.
You will follow the Hannibal diet and there are no arguments about it. If you are vegetarian or vegan, however, he will not force you to eat meat but he will try to induce you to do so. He might cook separate portions for you, but there's disappointment evident on his face. But if you eat meat, you will try his favorite delicacy, lamb. Will isn't exactly the biggest fan of Hannibal's eating habits, but he has no problem eating and is pleased to see you eat. It makes you more close to them when you eat human flesh, you know?
They are extremely overprotective and possessive of you and will not tolerate potential love interests. Hannibal doesn't believe there is anyone good enough for you and Will hates the idea of ​​you being taken from them. Friends they can tolerate, but only if they are thoroughly analyzed by them and if they are a good influence on you.
Any injury that would be inflicted on you by someone, even if it is a chipped nail, will not be treated lightly. Hannibal will make sure whoever dared to hurt you is dealt with slowly and painfully and perhaps served to you later and Will will stay by your side, comforting you. No one can hurt you, no one other than them.
Once you became their child, someone they truly cared about, you would be doomed. They may care for you and even love you in their twisted way, but in the end, you will truly find yourself trapped. Hannibal and Will believe that the best way to take care of you is to keep you trapped, safe with them. And you can't run away because they will catch you and if that happens, you will never see the light of day again.
It's in your best interest to get used to them, to your new family. Hannibal has no problem breaking you down for this and Will will be there to pick up the pieces. After all, family always takes care of each other, right?
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absolutebl · 12 days
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This Week in BL - People of Earth we have VERSE rep in 2 Thai BLs! Amazeballs!
Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.
March 2024 Wk 3
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Ongoing Series - Thai
Deep Night (Thurs iQiyi) ep 2 of 8 (10?) - Everyone seems to be a bit of a player and I’m not mad about it. It’s nice to see high-grade flirting, and I really love how very gay the leads feel. Not BL gay. Actual gay. We shall see how it goes, I suspect we are in "messy gay" territory in which case, I predict utter carnage and that this show will drop ranks precipitously for me. But right now? Of all the Thai BLs airing, I'm enjoying this the most. How bizarre. 
I like the side couple (thrupple?) too, despite the prat fall kiss and possible cheating. They very pretty:
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To Be Continued (Thai C3 Thailand grey) ep 4 of 8 - oh dear NO honeychild, face masks are gross tasting!
Rule no 966 of the BL world. He’s never asleep. 
Argh Achi wants Ji so bad. Nice mutual kiss tho, despite Ji's baggage. I guess Ji knew what would happen if Achi stayed? But why is he so scared? Just deeply closeted? The backstory is very high school achy and I feel like it explained Achi but not Ji. And the crying in the movie was lovely, so we totally understand Achi's but Ji is just messed up and confused? I admit to being a bit confused too. Why is Ji the one so angry?
On a totally different aside, I really like how the set dressing is done in Ji’s apartment. It looks lived in and not staged. Super rare in Thai BL. I'm reminded of Ai & Pond's dorm room in Love By Chance, which actually looked like a real college dorm.
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City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 7 of 12 - Why is it always the pulps that actually trot out the best communication, conversation, consent, and healthy relationships? Yes I'm still wincing over the truly bad acting but I’m enjoying their good relationship. The sex scene was sweet and tender, although the likelihood of rose petals getting stuck places wigs me out. (Flower petals + lube = terrible combination. Just FYI.)
ALL PRAISE VERSE REP! And a bottom who owns it! Yay! 
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1000 Years Old ep 5 of 12 - How ridiculously colorful and flirty they all are. There is nothing at all vampire about this show. I’m a bit bored by the restaurant plot but I'm tuning in for the bonkers approach to goth. How dare they be so cheerful with my precious emo youth, but also, how very Thai pulp of them.  
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Ongoing Series - Not Thai
Unknown (Taiwan Tues Youku YouTube) ep 4 of 11 - oh it’s SO GOOD. Reading the yaoi and crying. COME ON TAIWAN HAVE MERCY. The red wrapping of the hands (red thread, yes yes we get it). The boy who doesn’t want to box for so many reasons. Not the least of which is how unpleasant it is to spar with a lover. 
This is easily the best BL currently airing and it is going to hurt us. But I don't care. I love it.
AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) eps 8 of 10 - This show is dangerously cute and I’m scared for everyone involved, including me.
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Love is Better the Second Time Around AKA Koi wo Suru nara Nidome ga Joto (Japan Gaga) ep 2 of 6 - Poor baby thrown in all willynilly amongst a pack of queeny bitchy gay intellectuals. I'd be lost too. It's the worse kind of fight, one you have to philosophize your way out of.
Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 10fin - They are extremely adorable and it was a very good ending - mature, adult, and bittersweet. I liked it a lot. But I didn’t love it the way I wanted to.
The promise of this show, younger cook courts older divorced office worker, should have been my catnip. I mean if someone pitched this to me in an elevator I would have downloaded it by the second storey. Unfortunately, it did not exactly fulfill that promise, not in the way I'd hoped. Did I still enjoy the ride, yes, but I feel just a little let down. 8/10 
My Strawberry Film (Japan Thurs Gaga) eps 5 of 8 - Honestly now I’m just shipping the two girls getting together. Frankly, I really don't like this show, and normally I'd DNF but there's only a few eps left and nothing else is airing rn.
It's done, ready to binge, maybe I'll finally get to it this weekend
What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps
The Servant and the Young Master (Vietnam YouTube)
Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will watch eventually.
It's airing but...
Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - it's finished now, I dropped it at ep 4. Should I bother?
Close Friend Season 3: Soju Bomb! (Thai ViuTV grey) 10 eps - I'm exhausted by this franchise and the variety pack style of BL. If there is a particularly good couple (or installment) I might watch it, but I'm letting others decide for me.
A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV grey) 10 eps - I watched the first ep but grey is too much work for this inferior of a show. I may pick up and binge if it gets distribution but for now, it gets a DNF from me. KimCop might have held this crap together but Kim without Cop? No thank you.
Lady Boy Friends (Thai WeTV grey) 16 eps - reminds me a bit too much of Diary of Tootsies only high school, not my thing. DNF unless it turns a corner and is truly amazing for some reason.
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Gossip
The choreo controversy - Deep Night vs OnlyOneOf. Look, like a musical rift, or a styling photoshoot, there are no new ideas in choreo, I feel like Madonna did this pose too, a long time ago. Certainly someone in the 80s. Or whatever. Anygay, it's an ironic thing to see a Thai BL being called out by a gay-branded Kpop group when both are exploiting eroticized homosexuality for commercial profit... just saying. (HOW DID WE GET HERE?) Not to mention that BOTH are ALSO exploiting the kink community. We live in interesting times, BLabies. In the end, it's a good publicity stunt all round. And I think Nine knows exactly what he's doing (and why he is doing it). Finally: Drama drama drama around coreo? That is V gay boys. Fun fun fun, carry on everyone.
Strike a pose.
You're being recorded for posterity.
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Next Week Looks Like This:
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Starting
3/21 Two Worlds (Thai IQIYI) 10 eps - One of those "he's dead Jim so time travel" thingames staring MaxNat. I'm over this concept but Asia flipping loves it and I do enjoy MaxNat. Phupha (Gun) and Khram (Nat) love each other but Phupha is murdered. Then Khram is pulled to a parallel world where, 12 years ago, Khram and Tai (Max) were in love. However, Khram was killed by Tai’s dad. Now Tai finds alter-Khram apparently alive. But then there is ALSO an alter-Phupha to deal with. (Phupha is played by Gun Thanawat who was Khom, the repressed butler bodyguard from Unforgotten Night. We like this, we scared of the love triangle aspect.)
Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.
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Forgive me a moment of industry noodling?
Have ya noticed that it's slender pickings right now but it shouldn't be? This is not the mid summer slump nor end of year lull. We should be getting some heavy hitters on first quarter release. (Side eyes GMMTV. Perhaps those painful Japanese acquisitions were a bigger issue than any of us realized?)
Anygay, IMHO, Thailand's BL bubble has popped and sponsor money is drying up. This is my shocked face:
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Look, the 2021-2023 level of release and growth (exponential) was never gonna be sustainable, so I'm not surprised. I suspect that in 2024 Thailand will actually produce fewer BLs than 2023 (73, 64 in 2022, and 40 in 2021).
I know I'm sticking my neck out predicting any film industry but... I have seen this kinda thing before and it just *feels* like shrinkage. Thai BL's load has been shot, my peeps. (Not to be crass or anything.)
Oh, don't worry you pretty head about it, it's not going away, just getting less prolific.
Don't we all in our old age?
THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS
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My favorite trope, sniff him!
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Queen. (both Deep Night)
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King. (City of Stars)
Verse rep verse rep verse rep!!! Can you see me doing a little dance this side of the screen?
(Last weeks summation)
Streaming services are listed by how I'm (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are too much work.
The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog
If ya wanna be tagged each week leave a comment and I will add you to the template. Easy peesy.
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stories-and-chaos · 2 months
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Shrike: The House Always…Loses? Pt 1
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[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. This was supposed to be a one shot about how Husk sold his soul, but I couldn’t help myself.]
[Part 1/2 Word count 3142 CW: alcohol consumption, gambling, mentions of sex.]
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The house always…loses?!
The 1970’s. You could tell there was some crazy shit going on in the world of the living. Mostly because the new arrivals in Hell had some particularly messed up forms. Tom Trench, 666 News’ anchor, had ended every broadcast for the past three years in an orgy after reporting on the war on Earth as well as the local conflicts.
“Complete lack of class,” Alastor shook his head as the two of you passed a large television screen in one of Pentagram City’s plazas. It was tuned to Tom’s nightly sign off; the camera off kilter and focused on the desk at a bizarre angle. Evidently the camera operator was part of the group on top of the desk. You could hear Tom saying, “oh fuck yeah I’m gonna invade all your landmasses baby,” followed by “here comes the firebombiiiiiiiiingggguh.”
“Zut alors, he’s turned into such a disgrace.” You scowled. “He might as well just work for that uncouth moth bastard at this point.” As you described Valentino, your voice gained a rough edge and wind started to swirl around you.
Your husband gave your hand a soothing squeeze. “Now now dear, you’ll muss your hair before I even get you on the dance floor if you keep it up. Besides cher, we’ll likely encounter him and the fad chaser at this party. If we all give into our emotions we’re likely to level the whole place.”
You breathed deeply. “And I’d hate to demolish a new establishment before even giving it a chance. Zestial requested a few songs as well, I can’t ruin my voice before granting him that.”
The two of you were attending a gala of Overlords and favored subordinates. One of the newest Overlords was providing the venue at his casino. These sort of get togethers were uncommon as more than one of the Pride Ring’s leaders in the same place often resulted in considerable property damage. So this newcomer was either extremely confident or foolhardy. Typical of a gambler.
At the entrance, you and your husband gave each other a final check; you straightened his bowtie, he smoothed back an errant lock of hair for you. Inside the casino was bustling with activity. It was set up into quadrants, each designated by a card suit. One section had slot machines designed to drain money from the poor saps who fell prey to their lights and false hopes. Deeper in were tables for more sophisticated ways to lose money. An elegant bar and well stocked buffet with dining tables nearby took up another section. The last quadrant had a stage for performers, lounge chairs for audience members and a dance floor. There was currently a band playing something forgettable on stage.
There was activity mostly at the gaming tables and bar. Not many Overlords were interested in the machines, the stakes weren’t high enough to care. And while the band was good, there wasn’t a headliner on stage at the moment. Food, alcohol, and barbed conversation was a bigger draw.
“Alastor, Y/N. Good to see you both.” The voice was sultry and professional all around once. “Ah, Carmilla, always a pleasure seeing you dear. You and your daughters,” you husband replied to the graceful Overlord.
“It’s been too long, Carmilla. Odette, Clara, you both look lovely cheres.” You glanced around the opulent venue. “So was this little fais do do your idea Carmilla?”
The tall woman shrugged elegantly. “In part. The owner of this establishment wanted to garner some attention and I owed him a small favor. I merely arranged the guest list. He took care of the rest.” She gestured to one of the card tables. “He’s entertaining guests with games of chance if you’d like to meet him.”
Alastor looked to you, “Well my dear, shall we meet our newest contemporary or mingle first?”
You spotted a tall figure draped in tacky fuschia leering in your direction from the bar, along with a shorter boxy headed demon boring holes into Alastor’s back. “Looks as if there are some unsavories around the liquor. I’m always interested in making new acquaintances.”
Arm in arm, you and your husband headed to the tables, Carmilla and her girls with you. You looked at them questioningly. “Ostensibly, as the hostess, I should introduce guests to each other.”
A demon about your height was dominating at the blackjack table. He had feline features in addition to a set of wings. Whereas your wings mimicked a natural bird’s coloration, his were more fantastical, vibrantly red and black with bars and dots all over. His hair was elegantly slicked back and his crisp tuxedo completed the air of a high roller.
He spotted Carmilla and after he won the current hand excused himself from the table, saying “duty calls friends.” He tucked his cane under his arm; the body was gold and topped with a sphere containing suit symbols, dice, and chips rotating like an orrery within.
“Husk, I’d like you to meet some of our colleagues.” Carmilla began as he approached. “This is Alastor, the Radio Demon, and his wife Y/N, the Singing Shrike. Alastor, Y/N, this is Husk, proprietor of this establishment and our newest sovereign Overlord.”
Alastor released your hand to shake Husk’s. “A pleasure to meet you my good man, truly a pleasure.” You followed up with your own pleasantries adding, “A lovely venue you have here. If the food and drink are up to the decor we may need to come around again, cher.”
“Pleased to meet you both,” his voice was rough but not unwelcoming. More like someone who had smoked excessively for years. “I don’t do things by halves, so I’m sure the refreshments are up to snuff. You’re both welcome to try the tables as well, if you can buy into the pot.” He stated a number that was high, but not exclusionary. No doubt he wanted to hook his patrons to get more value later. “We’re not betting souls tonight, that’s business and tonight’s for pleasure.” He gave you both a toothy smile before heading back to the cards.
You mingled both with Alastor and on your own. Waiters weaved through pockets of activity, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres. There wasn’t really a crowd, which was smart considering how many Overlords could barely stand to be under the same roof, much less rubbing elbows.
It was somewhat inevitable though. A couple of hotheads, one you recognized and one you didn’t, started bickering, then yelling, then throwing punches. Any longer and they might have started bringing out some powers. Except they were stopped by a barrage of black playing cards. Off balance, they were crashed to the ground when a pair of giant dice rolled snake eyes onto them. Pinned, the two could only wait as Husk stalked over, the top of his cane glowing red.
“Didn’t your mamas ever teach you dumbasses any manners?” He slammed the butt of his cane down between their heads, sending a ripple of power out. “This is my house, my rules, so I’m going to teach you instead.” His gold pupils shined as he grinned down at them. “You wanna fight? You take it outside or I make you. You wanna settle things in here? We got plenty of ways to settle matters at the tables. Now what’s it gonna be bitches?” The two remained silent and continued to glare at each other. “Outside it is.”
The dice vanished but before the hapless combatants could do more than gasp a wave of poker chips carried them out the door with bone breaking force. Husk followed the wave calmly. From the other side, you could hear thuds, explosions, and screams. It only lasted a moment. Husk returned alone. One of the casino employees brought a new tuxedo jacket; there was dust and a bit of blood on the one he was wearing. He combed his hair back and returned to the game he’d been playing.
You sipped your whiskey, amused. Confidence it was then. “It seems our new friend can hold his own,” Alastor mused as he smoothly came up beside you. He held out a morsel of food for you, speared on a tiny skewer. “These are delightful, cher.” You pulled it off with your teeth. Shrimp in a spiced breading. “Mmm, that is lovely darling, thank you. And yes, he seems quite capable…for now.”
Anything else you would have said was derailed by a tall dark form appearing next to you and your husband. “If the two of thee have formed such an opinion of yon grimalkin, his potential is indeed of note.”
“My lord Zestial!” A light shiver sent your feathers rustling but that was expected around a demon as old and powerful as Zestial. Even Alastor tensed, a bit of strain around his lips and eyes. You curtsied as Alastor gave a slight bow. “You are as perceptive as ever. He has a great deal of power and potential. If his luck continues…”
Zestial chuckled. “Thou speaketh truth Shrike. One must make thine own luck. But ‘tis far too pleasant an occasion for such musings. Will thou grace the assemblage with thy voice tonight Shrike?”
“Of course cher!” As if you’d say no. Not to such a simple request from someone like Zestial. “I don’t suppose you have any requests? Or if there’s anything you’d like to hear darling?” you asked your husband.
Zestial shook his head. “Thy voice is a gift alone, I shall not presume to dictate its flow.”
“Hmm, I’m afraid I can’t help but dictate a little ma cher. Rosie requested a dance, so something she would enjoy?”
“I’d be glad to.” Alastor kissed your hand before seeing you off. You let Carmilla and Husk both know that you were ready to take the stage; you’d arranged everything ahead of time so the band was ready for you. Spotlights highlighted your mark as the lights dimmed slightly in the rest of the casino.
There was still a tremor of nervousness in your core as you took the stage. You were glad of it; if you didn’t feel nervous, you didn’t care about the performance or the audience. So you let it fuel the passion in your voice. You started with something that would grab attention, tap some toes. The big numbers would come later. For now you wanted them to listen to you more than the alcohol roaring in their skulls.
Once you had a gathering and you could feel the upbeat vibe in the room, you went into some dance numbers. The first one was for Alastor and Rosie. Seeing those two dancing together made your heart soar. Some might have expected you to be jealous, another woman dancing with your husband right in front of you. But how could you be jealous of your partner and your friend being so joyful together?
Not to mention that after your deaths, Alastor had gotten taller while you…embarrassingly you were the same height. He could still escort you comfortably but there were some dance moves that you couldn’t do together. Rosie was the perfect height, light on her feet, and a delight to watch in her own right. Why deny her and Alastor the pleasure? Or yourself the pleasure of watching.
You sang a mix of eras, which kept the band on their toes. But you loved music from different times and hearing what you could do with various songs. Alastor and Rosie danced for most of the songs, you could see Carmilla’s daughters find partners, and Zestial with his eyes closed, head bobbing to the music. Not even glimpses of Valentino and Vox could spoil the mood.
As people got tired, you slowed things down. There was more swaying on the dance floor now; there weren’t a lot of overt couples among Overlords (at least not established permanent ones) but there were many that shared intimacy for a time. Some had followers they were particularly close to and the rest of their followers often had a special someone. So there were plenty of pairs swaying to your voice.
Your last song of the night was Alastor’s song. It was your routine to finish with that one; carried over from when you were alive. Any demons that had seen you perform before knew it was your finale and worth paying attention to. The applause after the last note felt like champagne bubbling in your glass: delightful. You had a policy of not taking encores or requests after Alastor’s song, no matter how much anyone offered.
Alastor was there as you descended, hand ready for you. “As ever, you make me glad you married me, cher. Shall we get something to eat, I’m starved.” He knew you were likely to be as well, you tended to be ravenous after a performance.
To your surprise, there was clapping still near you; Husk, pulled away from the gaming tables. “I haven’t heard a performance like that in years. I’ve got a proposition for you, Y/N. Can I have some of your time after your meal?”
You and Alastor exchanged a glance. “Why not join us? As you said, it’s a night for pleasure, so presumably it’s not too serious,” you said as Alastor nestled your hand in his arm.
“If you’re both alright with that, don’t mind if I do.” You took a seat at an empty table while Alastor prepared a plate for you. You didn’t always let him, but you had put a lot into that performance, with so many people to impress. Fortunately, neither he nor Husk took long. Vox was starting to eye you from across the room. You would have hated to get wires and grease all over Husk’s new floor.
Alastor presented your plate as smoothly as any waiter, earning a throaty chuckle from you. There were more of those lovely shrimp, prime rib, salad, a baked potato and a slice of peach pie. You ate like a bird, which meant voraciously. You had to eat close to half your body weight in a day, much like the little bird you resembled. Fortunately you weren’t a pure carnivore and the peach pie was wonderfully nostalgic.
“Well, cher,” you said while stabbing a forkful of greens, “what’s this proposition?”
Husk swallowed, wiped his lips, and leveled a golden stare at you and Alastor. “I’d like to hire you of course,” he replied, expectedly. “I don’t have a headliner here yet and watching you made me realize how much this place needs one.” He sipped his wine. “So what do you say to a couple shows a week? I’ll give top billing to an Overlord, especially with pipes like yours.”
You smirked and raised your glass in admiration. Most assumed that Alastor was the only one with power in your relationship. Despite there being multiple female Overlords, once they found out you were married they acted as if you were little more than your husband’s hanger-on. While that granted you a number of opportunities (and demons chained to you with deals) you appreciated any that had a better grasp on your marital dynamic.
“What kind of compensation are we looking at? I don’t sing for free, cher.” Not even tonight had been free; Carmilla had paid your rate. There was one being in all existence that got to hear you for free.
Husk immediately named a figure. A gambler he might be, but he was a businessman too. He gave a number higher than your usual fee. Not high enough to make him seem desperate, but enough that he respected your talent and to entice from other engagements. “Obviously any tips are yours and you both will get perks of casino employees.” Evidently he noticed your shared enjoyment of the food and drink and wanted to sweeten the deal by including Alastor.
You pretended to mull it over while chewing your prime rib. “Quite the generous offer, ma petite chat. Why not, say three nights a week?” Husk readily agreed verbally. Neither of you moved to shake hands or sign papers; you could never be too careful with Overlords, especially when you were one.
The three of you chatted lightly as you ate. Alastor and you had experience with the old guard while Husk knew a lot of the young bucks. Neither side was about to give away more than the minimum information, but you got the impression he could be a decent ally.
Or pawn.
After the meal Husk asked you for a dance. You readily agreed, looking forward to seeing how he was on his feet. Not to mention a dance partner your size would be a nice change. He wasn’t as good as Alastor (who was?) but he was quite good. He seemed surprised by a couple maneuvers that incorporated your wings, evidently he hadn’t experimented much with his.
He actually got three songs with you before thanking you and heading back to the card tables. You were just feeling warmed up and went to retrieve your husband. Only to be intercepted by none other than Vox.
“Hey there sweetheart. How about you let me show you moves?” He gave you a grin and moved to take your hand in his.
You raked him up and down with your eyes. “Oh Vox, I’ve seen all your moves. They’re not impressive.” You pinched his wandering hand between two of your talons, making sure to draw pinpricks of blood before releasing him. “Allons’y cher, best you find a partner who can slow down for you.” Alastor had arrived at your side and added, “My darling wife makes an excellent point, although I’m not sure there’s anyone who can. Better luck next time ol’ pal!”
Without further ado he swept you onto the dance floor. He gleefully kept you dancing the majority of the night. You changed up partners a couple times, him with Rosie and you with Husk. At the end of the last song of the night, a slow dance, he lifted you into a bridal carry. Your wings cupped around his shoulders as he swayed with you.
Back at home, he and you exchanged notes on the evening while going through your nightly routines. “Cher, are you certain you don’t want me to deal with Vox?” he offered yet again.
“I can handle him darling. It seems I’ll need to be more direct however. More importantly, what do you think of my new employer?”
“Hmm.” His staticky hum filled the room as he climbed under the bedcovers. “An interesting fellow, we’ll need to see how he does. And you being there so often will give us plenty of opportunities,” he chuckled darkly.
You matched his laugh. As you settled next to his lean form you replied, “Agreed. This should be entertaining.”
A/N: part two may take a couple days, I’m finding pre-deal Husk’s voice hard to pin down. I hope you all like my head canon for his stronger abilities. Also, let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future Shrike snippets, she’s just fun to write. 💜🤍🩶🖤
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brookheimer · 11 months
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shiv booking herself a room to grieve her dead father in because she does have emotions about it she is grieving she is crying but if she as a woman at waystar royco is seen showing them anywhere at any time she is ruined. the boys can boss everyone around can arbitrarily fire anyone who looks at them wrong roman can fire a longtime executive because she mentioned his dad kendall can be on the verge of tears when a set designer is unable to create realistic looking clouds in less than a day of work but shiv? shiv can't do any of that. shiv has to be stone. when men show emotion in the workplace, it isn't seen as emotion, it's seen as Man. anything a woman does in the workplace is seen as emotion and thus seen as Woman because the two are seen as being virtually interchangeable. shiv schedules her grief because it exists and she isn't actually the emotionless pinnacle of masculinist ideals (independence, self-sufficiency, pride, stoicism, distance) she tries to be but god is she fucking trying to be so she blocks herself out a twenty minute period of time to be a person because if she's a person in public then she becomes a Woman and that's untenable.
big fan of that specific choice from the writers' end because that was honestly a really smart way to straddle the modern 'conundrum' facing female characters -- it allowed her to simultaneously maintain masculinist respect and human emotionality, while very much drawing attention to the absurdity, cruelty, and inhumanity of both the expectations she's trying to meet and the degrees she must go to meet them. typically Strong Female Characters must be emotionless hard-hearted and cold if they hope to remain Strong. if they show emotion they are demoted from Strong Female Character to just Female Character. what a brilliant way to circumvent that -- it's not just Strong On The Outside Soft On The Inside or whatever, it's a character study moment while also being a metatextual critique of the absurd boundaries and forced emotion regulation placed on women not only in the workplace but on the screen. shiv hiding her moment of vulnerability shows that she hates it too, knows it's weak and bad and wrong too; shiv going out of her way to schedule moments of alone time to have emotions shows she won't let her emotions get in the way of anything important -- she's internalized the bizarre masculine emotional narrative deeply enough to be respectable in the audience's eyes, thus maintaining her position as a Strong character despite being seen acting like a "Female" one. but ! it's still framed so absurdly and painfully that it additionally works on the level of meta commentary, highlighting just how small and high the hoops female characters have to go through in order to be seen as respectable by a general audience while also retaining their humanity and emotionality (that male characters are free to express however they'd like)
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ibrithir-was-here · 4 months
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i adore your bad end series! with the most recent post, i have to wonder what little quincey considers dracula to be. his weird uncle? his parents' "friend?" a spooky roommate?
Ah yes, the vampire lord in the corner.
I’m going to tag @unchartedentity for this as they asked a very similar question!
So, @animate-mush who’s wonderful writing keeps inspiring this series to new heights has had Quincey call him “Father” in parallel to Jonathan’s ‘Papa’ and yeah I can definitely see Dracula pressing for that title, both by his ‘right’ as the reason the child is a vampire in the first place “He owes what he is as much to myself as to who’s blood he shares. And doesn’t some of mine run through him now as well?”
And also just because he knows it’s a knife in Jonmina’s hearts to hear Quincey call him that
How the relationship actually pans out? I think that in actually it’s much more of a creepy weird uncle situation, mixed with a lot of Palpatine corruption attempts. Dracula finds Quincey’s whole existence deeply interesting, seeing the Harkers attempts at domesticity is incredibly bizarre to him and also humorous—I think he really feels at some moment Quincey will twist into proper Vampire mode and break his dear papa’s heart doing so, and robbed of his chance to take over England he’ll take his kicks where he can get them.
Also going to take this opportunity to post the Dracula and Quincey interaction I just drew
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The thing with Tanizaki Junichirou is that he isn’t boring, we just know next to nothing about him and why he’s the way he is. We know that he doesn’t consider himself brave, and that he claims that his ability isn’t suited for combat, which is actually severely underplaying his talents, if not an outright lie, because Light Snow absolutely is useful in combat, though we’re rarely shown this in practice, because Tanizaki tends to avoid direct combat. Unless Naomi is threatened, in which case he’d literally burn the world down to keep her safe.
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credit to easygoingscans
Disregarding the squicky nature of their implicit relationship for a moment, Tanizaki’s devotion towards Naomi borders on obsessive, surpassing the extent of that which could be normal between either siblings or lovers. We can only speculate what kind of upbringing would have caused this.
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We only really see glimpses of Tanizaki’s true capacity a few times. But it’s not just his ability that’s downright terrifying (crashing a civilian truck into Steinbeck, almost assassinating Mori during cannibalism), but his personality too. Tanizaki is always teetering on the edge of morality; he makes the conscious choice to be on the side of good, but he canonically offered to join the Port Mafia in Yosano’s place, which says a lot about what kind of person Tanizaki is. That’s not the kind of offer anyone could make if they were truly opposed to committing atrocities. Rather, Tanizaki making this offer is telling of the idea that although he understands where the line between right and wrong lies, he wouldn’t have second thoughts about crossing it, given a half decent reason.
I could argue than Tanizaki has roughly the same amount of ethical integrity as Dazai, that is to say, none at all. Their employment at the Armed Detective Agency happens to be a result of their conscious choice to be morally upright, in contrast to someone like Kunikida, who could probably never offer to join the Port Mafia, even if it were for the sake of an friend, due to his strict moral code.
Despite all of this, we know nothing about what made Tanizaki this way. We know that he used to be a student alongside Naomi, but that’s about it. Tanizaki’s innocuous previous profession tends to misdirect our thoughts away from reading deeply into Tanizaki. It creates an illusion of normalcy, you could say. But, upon second glance, it’s bizarre that Tanizaki could get written off as boring or simple, by both the characters in the story, and by us, the readers.
I think there is a lot of shots in the dark I could make at what kind of tragic backstory Tanizaki has been keeping secret, but I am going to conclude this post on an open ended note: What is Tanizaki hiding?
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vintagerpg · 25 days
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Alan Garner’s debut novel, The Weirdstone of Brisigamen (1960) is set mostly in Alderley Edge, in Cheshire, and features a version of the Sleeping King legend, where the wizard of the Edge watches over a sleeping troop of knights who would one day save the world from an untold evil. To do so, though, requires the titular weirdstone, which was lost, but conveniently comes back to the Edge on the wrist of a visiting girl. She and her brother get embroiled in the machinations of a coven of witches, led by Selina Place (actually the Morrigan) and an evil sorcerer Grimnir, who both wish to possess the stone. The siblings wind up lost in the caves and mines of the Edge, are saved by two dwarves and eventually traverse the Cheshire countryside to deliver the stone to the wizard and provoke a final confrontation between the forces of good and evil.
The underground portions of claustrophobic and terrible — any dungeoneer would think twice about spelunking after reading Gardner’s descriptions of stumbling through perfect darkness, squeezing through narrow openings and, worst of all, getting stuck. Nightmarish. The later portion in the Cheshire countryside is deeply strange — mundane fields and woodland becomes overlaid with a fantastic world, populated by witches and terrible creatures — this comes across in Jack Gaughan’s bizarre cover art. The focus on landscape, and its dual nature, is something just about all of Garner’s novels ponder.
The Moon of Gomrath (1963, cover by Jeffrey Catherine Jones) sees the siblings again embroiled in a supernatural conflict with the vengeful Morrigan, an evil spirit called the Brollachan and the Wild Hunt. As an adventure yarn, Moon is probably superior, but it lacks the raw strangeness of Weirdstone. A third novels was meant to wrap things up, but Garner decided he didn’t like the protagonists, so the sequence remained incomplete until Boneland came out in 2012 (which is weird in completely different ways).
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diasdelfuego · 25 days
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🦇 vampterview meta hall of fame 🦇
before the weekend and @iwtvfanevents's a meal to remember event are over, i wanna highlight some of the excellent pieces of commentary/analysis/meta that other fans have written about the first season! click through for the full posts and make sure to check the op's blogs for more of their thoughts.
in no particular order, ten favorites of mine.
meta by @nativehueofresolution | stellar analysis of daniel and louis's respective hypocrisies and foundational danlou text
i don't know if louis is necessarily even conscious of it, but i think he also wants daniel to interview him both because he knows daniel is similar enough to him that he can see past the facade, won't settle for the easy answer like how louis wouldn't accept lestat's vampiric morality and because if he can convince daniel of the narrative louis is pushing than louis will consider it the ultimate validation
meta by @dwreader | perfectly concise take on the loustat marriage
MC is after all the network behind Mad Men and Breaking Bad and the awful toxic marriage is a staple of prestige television, but what Interview does with its marriage story is far more novel and interesting than your standard cable TV drama.
meta by @entergortash | gorgeously put analysis of one of louis's core dissatisfaction
there's something about characters who are so deeply repressed in every facet of their lives continuously fighting for happiness, yet ultimately unable to achieve that happiness because they've denied themselves for so long that they no longer know what they actually want vs what they've convinced themselves to chase.
meta by @devotiondroid | very poignant commentary on the rue royale family as a slavery metaphor
The intensity and complexity of [Louis, Claudia, and Lestat’s] emotional bonds don’t just mimic a nuclear family structure, they mimic the monstrous “families” that slavery created, wherein slavers and enslaved lived their whole lifetimes as bizarre, Frankensteined family units, manipulated by the masters will.
meta by @murfpersonalblog | fantastic insight into lestat's masculinity
Lestat–the nouveau riche son of a poor country marquis–insists on being all the beautiful things he is without apology: masculine & effeminate alike. But like I said, it was no coincidence that Carol likened Lestat’s Ep5 villain outfit with matadors–he’s fighting Louis for dominance in their household, and reaffirming his place at the top of their very gendered social hierarchy, as a warning to BOTH "the housewife” AND “the prodigal daughter” he feels are threatening his authority as their Maker, so he defeats them BOTH.
meta by @olreid | beautifully written analysis of one of the show's narrative threads, the lie at the heart of the conflict
the lie is that there is a process which can deliver someone from grief without having to face that grief, that there is a place you can go where suffering and violence can no longer reach you.
meta by @breha | loumand sacred scrolls and a very sharp take on louis+consumption+power in modern day dubai
octavia butler voice dependency is deeply sexy if it is chosen and not coercive
meta by @knifeeater | beautiful look at a possible allegory running through the show
louis walking daniel through the nine circles of hell and showing him his sins along the wayside, similar to the structure of dante’s inferno, louis being the ghostly guide virgil aswell as the topological space himself
meta by @blueiight | sharp and comprehensive analysis of the show's race conscious casting and the absence of metaphor
claudia is rendered inert from being anyone’s ‘wife’ forever trapped in the confines of immaturity as a ‘daughter’, only hoping at best to be louis’s ‘sister’ and isnt that resonant to bw.. she’s selectively infantilized both a child ‘meddling in the affairs of her parents’ , ungrateful, arrogant, and adultified - presumed powerful enough to ‘poison louis against [lestat]’ , taking on the role of louis’s ‘knight in vengeful white black’
meta by @dictee | a compelling argument about the differences (and similitudes) between louis's men
louis and lestat are for all intents and purposes in a traditional and period typical marriage. lestats betrayal and the fact that he literally did not want to be in a conventional monogamous marriage makes the marriage even MORE conventional bc that exact attitude is expected of husbands. but then louis and armand in the 70s are cruising for thirds in gay bars their relationship is period typical for a GAY relationship and thus very much outside of hegemonic society.
ps: this might get a bit corny i know but, y'know, when i first heard the vc were getting a tv adaptation i had every expectation that it would be vampire teen wolf. and every day i'm blown away all over again that we instead got this absolutely incredible tv show. i feel so lucky not only that this story is so smart and so beautiful and such a lovingly crafted piece of art but also that the people watching it are so insightful and bright and willing to share their thoughts with the rest of us! i'm very excited and very hopeful for season two, it looks like it'll be amazing and i can't wait to see the fantastic commentary that's sure to follow. i love everyone in this bar. kisses, kisses, kisses.
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It's insane to me that people are arguing that EEAAO is just like... not at all intellectually engaging. And I really think it's kind of just really bizarre to argue that just because something is positive, it must be... stupid? Or at least lacking in intellectual stimulation.
Like... EEAAO is a deeply philosophical film, even if people aren't waxing poetic about it in the dialogue. Like, we have the basics of the LITERAL philosophies its invoking like yin and yang (and more from philosophies and religions I'm not informed enough on to talk about any length, I'll admit that here), nihilism, and, yes, the existence of a multiverse and what it means to have multiple "selves" which is a metaphysical topic... you're just used to it being diluted by comic book franchises whcih want to have an excuse to reuse the same characters five times and avoid narrative consequence.
And even beyond the like direct philosophical narrative... this film is dealing with extremely deep and... traumatic topics?
Intergenerational trauma and indeed the cyclical nature of suffering isn't a shallow topic just because it's end thesis is that healing is possible and connections can be reformed. It's a film obviously aware of race but also gender, class, and sexuality and doesn't just use those as like "Look, we're diverse, give us points!" fodder. It's dealing with adult issues (including fucking TAXES) with room to be silly.
If you're blinded by hot dog fingers and assuming that means this film is intellectually void, I think... you might be the vapid one. Like, I'm not going to argue this film is genius tier stuff but it is ABSOLUTELY intellectually engaging, narratively and philosphically rich, and has compelling, human stories that exist beyond the surface level. If you are getting lost in the silly veneer, that's absolutely an indictment of YOUR character, not the film itself.
This has the same energy as people calling Nope an empty film. Might not be my place to call it out but it kinda just feels like a knee jerk racist reaction and in inability to parse narratives that aren't exploring "relatable" (ie white) stories. Because like... EEAAO is begging you to engage with its narrative on multiple levels the entire way through, if you aren't doing that... on some level you are just CHOOSING to not do that
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