#tw catcalling

[boyfailurr]

anyways shout out to recovering radqueers. shout out to anti contact harmful paraphiles. shout out to the women who tell girls if a man’s following them, shout out to fathers chasing down catcallers with fists, the world is not all evil .

[weaverpop]

Has Li Jing ever encountered rude patients?

Oh yes, MANY.

Most times it’s just people in pain who are lashing out, but he will get the occasional person who’s just an arsehole, usually the guards who get pissed Jing won’t return their flirtations. His secret rep for flirting around continues even after he goes steady with azure =_=. People can’t take a hint, and came be… delusional at times.

Injured guard: “looking good Jing~, maybe wanna have some fun since we’re alone?”

Jing, calmly: “As flattering an offer it is, I’ll have to decline.”

Guard, slightly miffed: “What? Why not? You didn’t have a problem before!”

Jing: “I also wasn’t with Azure before.“

Guard: “That’s such bullshit! We had something!”

Jing: “well I’m sorry if I lead you on, but as it stands I’m am neither available nor intrested.”

Sometiems Jing had to switch nurses just to get them to leave him alone. Most of it was before he had the kids though, so after that things settled greatly, though not completely. Some still had the nerve to flirt, but Jing always shut them down.

[junosartsthetic]

Catcalled

SDC reacting to you getting catcalled. RIP the catcallers but not really because they deserved it. Contains swear words and some suggestive content. Written for female readers.

It happened while you and the crew were walking along a busy Egyptian street. The sun burned particularly brightly that day, and you had resorted to tying your shirt up into a crop top and rolling up your already short shorts as high as they could go. Despite your efforts, your skin still shone with sweat as you fanned yourself uselessly. You’d never get used to the weather in Egypt—that you knew. But you and the others were on a mission, and no amount of heat could stop you. 

Unfortunately for you, a group of rowdy drunks thought you sweating to death looked appealing enough to shout something about it. Of course. It seems men everywhere on Earth could be complete douchebags. Lovely.

“Hey, baby! Why don’t you take it all off!” yelled an older man, waving a bottle around.

“Nice ass, slut!” called another.

“C’mere and I’ll show you a good time, huh!” a third chimed in.

Gross. Gross. Gross. You cringed, teeth gnashing together as you spun on your heels, ready to tell them off, but it seems your boyfriend had already beat you to it. 

Jotaro

The only thing he muttered was “good fuckin’ grief,” before springing into action. To anyone else, it would look like the men spontaneously exploded—blood flew everywhere as Star Platinum sucker-punched the bastards over and over again. Star didn’t stop until the men lay in a gore-soaked pile, all groaning and crying in pain from their anguish.

Though they didn’t catch it, you threw up your middle finger as a final “fuck you” to the assholes who thought it was a good idea to cat-call you. “Keep your mouths shut next time, motherfuckers,” you spat, shooting a final glare before rejoining your companions. The others stood there, varying degrees of concern or awe plastering their faces.

“You okay?” Jotaro asked under his breath. He bumped into you lightly, causing you to lock eyes with him. He rose a brow. 

You nodded, bumping him in return before linking your arm with his. “I’ve dealt with my fair-share of gross men. If you hadn’t jumped in, I would’ve beaten them myself.”

“I know,” he muttered. “You would’ve killed them, though. I wanted to avoid casualties, even including those bastards.” 

You shrugged. “Doubt they would’ve been missed. Anyway, let’s go. It’s hot as hell out here and I’d like to get to the hotel before I sweat to death.”

Kakyoin

“I must have heard wrong,” he hissed. “I know you’re not speaking about my girlfriend like that, right? Because then I’d have to kill you.” You saw Hierophant Green materialize beside him, fists raised. 

The men laughed. A lanky teenager sending threats their way must’ve seemed silly, but they were in for a rude awakening. Before you could blink, Hierophant’s bottom half shot forward, forming a lance as it stabbed through each of the men. They all fell to the ground, holding their wounds as they howled in pain. You were glad Kakyoin didn’t kill them.

Your eyes widened as Kakyoin’s stand wound up for another round—Jotaro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t. They’re not worth it. Forget it. Just make sure (Y/N) is okay.”

Kakyoin turned his gaze to you. You shot him a grateful smile, grabbing his hand. “Thank you. They deserved that.”

“They deserve worse, but that doesn’t matter. Are you okay?” he squeezed your hand. You nodded.

“Fine. Assholes exist everywhere, sadly. Let’s just get going. I wanna swim in the hotel pool before it gets dark.”

Polnareff

He locked eyes with you, as though asking for permission to skewer them. You nodded. Normally, you’d always try to keep your eccentric boyfriend in check, but this time you’d make an exception. These assholes deserved what was coming to them. What was coming to them? A rapier wielded by an angry Frenchman’s stand.

“Bonne nuit!” quipped Polnareff before sending Chariot racing into action. You barely had time to process the situation before you—flashes of silver surrounded the men as blood flew every which way. Cuts formed on their bodies almost by magic. They all moaned pathetically, collapsing, as Polnareff recalled his stand. “Don’t ever talk to her, or anyone, like that again, you bastards!” he shouted, arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you against his chest. He turned you around in his arms, planting a kiss on each of your cheeks. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry you had to hear that, ma cherie.”

You leaned against him, relaxing into his broad chest as you took in the smell of his fancy cologne. “I’m good. Thank you for that.”

“Of course! Nobody talks to you like that and gets away with it! I’ll skewer anyone who tries!”

You glanced at his face, shooting him a look he knew too well. “As long as you want me to, of course!”

You laughed. “C’mon. Let’s get to the hotel. It’s hot.”

Avdol

You could feel the heat radiating from Magician’s Red as Avdol called his stand into action. “I don’t like your language,” he chastised, flames appearing all over the men’s bodies as they screamed in confusion and terror. “Apologize to her and I’ll let you all go with your lives.”

“Sorry, sorry, oh god, it burns! Sorry! Please! Have mercy!”

Avdol didn’t speak, reflections of the flames burning in his eyes. You looked between the flaming men and your boyfriend. Was he going to burn them to death?

The flames extinguished, leaving the assholes chared and miserable, though still alive. Avdol turned on his heels, an arm wrapping around your waist as he pulled you next to him. As you all walked on, he rubbed your arms comfortingly. “I apologize for their actions,” he said.

You grunted. “Don’t. They were bastards who got what was coming to them. You shouldn’t apologize on behalf of those assholes. You’re leagues above them.”

He hummed.

You stopped in your tracks, grabbing his hands in yours. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You planted a kiss on his cheek. “My knight in shining armor.”

Joseph

“That’s no way to speak to a lady!” he yelled, Hermit Purple wrapping around their necks and squeezing. “What, were you all raised in a barn? You sound like pigs squealing! Bastards!” By the time he finally returned his stand, the men were coughing gruesomely, curled up in the fetal position and blood slowly returned to their pale faces. “Now get outta here and quit harassin’ people!”

With the little strength they had left, they scrambled away, all sobbing pathetically.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Boys will be bugs,” you muttered, wiping off invisible dust off your clothes as though that would wipe away their gross comments as well.

“Disgusting,” Joseph grumbled, a hand on your shoulder as he led you away from the scene. “I don’t know where bastards like that find the gaul to be so crude.”

“It’s over now,” you replied, leaning against his side as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “Thanks to you.”

“I shouldn’t have let them get away so easy,” he muttered, free hand clenching into a fist.

You elbowed his side gently. “I think they learned their lesson. Being choked out by an invisible force will probably have them pissing themselves for quite a while.”

He laughed. “Probably.”

“But ya know. . . there was one thing vaguely enjoyable about all that?”

“Hmm? What’s that?”

You slunk an arm around his waist. “Seeing you all worked up was kind of hot. . .”

He grinned cheekily. “I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

You heard Jotaro let out a loud sigh. “We can all hear you two, ya know. Good grief.”

You giggled. 

[youngpeachenthusiast]

today i was catcalled on the street for the first time in a while. well, i think just saying "catcalled" might be an understatement. i was walking to my aunt and uncle's house, which is a bit outside of the city, in a very rural and deserted area, and a couple of guys around my age honked their car at me. they then proceeded to roll their windows down and very loudly laughing at me, and after that they pulled over right a few meters ahead, in the direction where i was going.

so because i didn't want to be assaulted of course i turned back immediately and walked away as fast as i could, while also trying to figure out a new route to get to the house safely. which meant i had to walk on a trafficked road without sidewalk for close to 30 minutes while visibly shaking because of the fear.

and to these guys who were so ready to hurt me it was just a laughing matter. it truly is terrifying how this stuff can happen :(

[angeltiddies]

i was walking home from work (late, midnight, after a big event) in an area i have never felt unsafe, and these men just violently cat called me it was so scary im sobbing.

to be honest im grateful it's never happened to me before and i lived 26 years without it, but they were literally in their car, following me, screaming "WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING, WE SHOULD FUCK, WHERE ARE YOU GOING, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING" for around 5 minutes as i walked the street and i just kept looking ahead with my headphones in like thank god they got stuck at an intersection and i crossed like two cars before them but it was terrifying and i cant stop crying.

[cringyguuurl]

It feels like everybody knows my past, it's like they can see it.

Why does my body attract those stares even after leaving the sex work industry? All these men feel like past customers coming to haunt me, even when I'm wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

I can't help but wonder if that man in the metro wiggling his tongue at me wasn't somebody that hurt me. I wouldn't remember. I know it's probably just the usual catcall female experience, but the paranoia takes over. Even then, how sad if that's just the world we live in.

And to think that I looked so cute this morning. I never thought I'd reach that sex repulsed stage. I've always been so hypersexual but it's like I suddenly can't handle it anymore.

[dogbound1128]

My Idea for Movie Jeremy

THIS ⬇️ ART 🖼🎨 I 👱🏻 MADE IS OUTDATED 📆JEREMY FITZGERALD 👨🏿‍🦱 LOOKS 🪞 LIKE 👍 THIS 🪞 IN THE MOVIE 📽

Tw for catcalling joke below ⬇️

He's cartoonishly smug and confident

[zappedbyzabka]

I'm thinking about Construction worker Kreese and Silver from my tags.

Johnny walks past the site they’re working on every day. Shorts so short they might as well be panties and tight tops so tight they can see his damn nipples through them.

He smiles at them prettily every time, even when They catcall him—whistle appreciatively and shout, "Hey, doll, where you running off to without us?" (Silver’s calling is more ‘Let me buy you something even sluttier to put on and show off.”)

Sometimes he’ll drop something on purpose and bend over right in front of them to pick it up.

Then they lured him to come closer and talk to them—and oh boy, was it an even better view of that sweet, lithe body—strong but a total joke in comparison to them. That waist in itself, is the span of Silver’s hand.

He’s so giggly and pink when they keep giving him salacious compliments. All long and fluttering and pink down to his chest.

Of course, they let him into the site and fucked him behind some plywood. Put him on his hands and knees and took turns using his holes while he moaned, squeaked, and arched.

Dribbled spit and cum from how hard they went on him and shook. (They might have had to drive him to school.)

They both loved how that lovely mouth looked stretched around their dicks and how tight his hole clenched when he choked.

They have to keep him.