#I love that even though it was a male cover they still use the feminine gender

[superwholockian93]

Anybody else wants to talk about the Ranveer/Rocky Tota/Chandon dola re dola dance sequence?!! 😭😭😭

[drill-teeth-art]

Wow! Here’s something incredibly personal.

This is Good Bi Gender. A comic I made to express some feelings I have about my gender. I don’t really have that much else to say about it. Here it is.

[Image Description: A digital comic made with sharp, angular abstract lines and only the colors white, blue, pink, and black. The featured character is all white, except for facial features and hair colors, which changes from panel to panel. The comic reads: Cover Panel: The text "Good Bi Gender", the words colored with the trans flag. It shows a glitchy person's face, half pink and half blue. Panel 1: White text reads: "Hello. My name is apparently irrelevant. And my pronouns are he/him and she/her. But you can't call me she/her. And here's why." Someone with a half-pink and half-blue shirt looks to the side. One eye is covered with hair, and the other eye is pink while the iris is blue.

Panel 2: The character sits happily, imagining facial hair and a masculine voice. "I don't want top surgery. I love my chest. And I dream about being on testosterone someday soon." The character looks at a phone, frowning. The phone shows the male symbol with an "X" through it. Text next to it reads: “People don't seem to think that the features I dream of are very pretty though... Or they think even worse of them than that…”

Panel 3: The character’s features are all pink, and sits in a blank frame. The character reaches over to a blue frame, frowning. “I don't like the animosity. I really despise it.” A photo of the character shows an all-blue frame and blue hair, with pink outlines and facial features. “To be a boy... I aspire to be one. I aspire to be masculine in all its handsomeness. All its prettiness.” Panel 4: The character sits in an all blue panel, but reaches back out to the pink panel. “And I'm still a girl too. I was so excited to have both. To love both. To have handsome femininity. Beautiful masculinity.” The frames break and connect, and pink and blue swirl together. The character smiles in between the frames, with one pink eye and one blue eye. “So excited. And yet I get asked…”

Panel 5: Two hands hold out two different pills to the character, one blue and one pink. They ask “Male? or Female?” using the male and female symbols.The character, facial features an array of pink and blue, looks between the two hands, distressed. “It's both! I'm both! They're not opposites. Not narrow boxes. I say I'm both despite the insistence that I can't be. And I know what I look like. I know I look like a girl to most. I know that if I say people can call me she, that's all I will get from most. Because it's "easier". It "makes more sense". To have my masculinity, I am often forced to be unflinching in it and it alone. To never use she. Because if I don't, I will never get to have he.” [The words "she" and "he" are italicized.] Panel 6: Text reads: “I'm still very happy to be so comfortable in my identity. To know, despite all that, that I am indeed a boy and a girl and both. But you know. Telling people to only use he/him for me. Guarding my masculinity all just to have it. All at the expense of the part of me who is happily and unashamedly a girl.” The character cries from one pink eye, the other hidden. The character holds a pink girl in a sea of blue, the girl crying out. In the midst of the blue, text reads: “Well, it fucking breaks her heart.” End ID]

Edit: @starberry-skies wrote an ID for the comic, so I added it to the og post with its permission!

[hellsslibrary]

I want to ask for Riddle and Epel's virginity fanfiction. Like headcanons or plain text is up to you, as well as all kinks and fetishes! Have a good day!

✧･ﾟ:* Riddle and Epel lose their virginity to a male!reader *:･ﾟ✧

DNI: minors.

!!Warnings: loss of virginity (obviously), toxic masculinity in the Epel part, anal sex, soft experience, fingering, a little teasing, Rook(sorry).

Riddle.

This must be planned fully in advance BEFORE this process. It should NOT and CANNOT be spontaneous. Everything must be planned from cover to cover.

He is too worried about this, so he will definitely discuss everything with you for several days in advance. Yours and his fetishes, kinks, boundaries, your yes and no, and so on.

And after that, he will think over everything to the smallest detail together with you, and only then will he agree to this.

He will completely and absolutely give you control (especially if you are not a virgin). Like, in any case, you have more experience, at least from reading similar texts, dear reader.

And he'll probably do whatever you want, as long as it's not too kinky for your shared first sex.

"[Y-your name], are you sure everything's going well? It's... It's a very strange feeling," Riddle whimpers, lightly squeezing the sheets underneath him.

You lift your gaze up to him while your two fingers are inside him, rubbing gently against his prostate. You rub soothingly on his thigh, lightly releasing the pressure on his prostate.

"You mean you don't like it? I can stop, Riddy," you whisper, kissing his forehead gently.

Riddle's cheeks turn crimson and he shakes his head, smiling tremblingly.

"I like it, it's just... Unusual, you know?" he moans, covering his mouth with his hand and tugging at his hips, feeling you tremblingly press on his prostate.

"I don't really understand, but of course... I guess you're ready anyway," you hum, sticking your fingers out, causing Riddle to whine in frustration.

When he finally feels your cock in him, it's definitely a weird feeling. Given his upbringing, I guess that's the last thing he could imagine in his sex life, especially if he's doing it with a guy.

But he still loves it! Your penis stretches his insides so nicely, adjusting them to fit him. It's so cute, hehe.

And when he finally gets used to this strange feeling inside him, he is definitely just in ecstasy! It's such a strangely powerful feeling, he's never felt it during the inevitable puberty jerk off sessions.

"[Y-your name]..! So damn good! D-don't stop, please!" - he muffled screams into the pillow, squeezing it in his grip.

Your hands grip his trembling thighs tightly as you keep thrusting into his hole. He shrinks so cutely around you with every thrust, like he's getting even tighter than before, which sounds surreal.

"I'm not going to, Riddy~. Don't worry, you'll come today like you've never come before," you whisper, chuckling as you continue your gentle but quick thrusts inside Riddle.

He buries his face into his pillow, doing his best to muffle his moans, whimpers and almost screams. His nails dig into the pillowcase as his legs unconsciously wrap around your waist.

He furrows his brows, feeling a slightly familiar pleasure in his stomach, although this time it's much more intense and bigger. Riddle immediately realizes that you were right.

But who turns down the chance to experience the best orgasm of their lives with their partner? Just an idiot, I guess.

Epel.

He, to put it mildly, is experiencing enormous difficulties in this. His concepts in his head just start a war, like "Damn, I love him and I want to have sex with him!", "No, it's not true! It's feminine to love men, and even more so to be a bottom!" Or something like that.

But in the end, he agrees to it, referring in his toxicly masculine head that he is doing this for love and will endure it courageously (And also probably due to conversations between Vil and Rook, who somehow found out that you were going to do sex...Though this shouldn't come as a surprise considering them, especially Rook).

But he obviously doesn't, lol.

"Oh, wait, wait! Fuck!" he whimpers, frowning and squeezing your shoulders as you slowly finger him.

"What's wrong, Epel? Are you hurt?" You stroke his cheek, causing him to unconsciously lean into your hand.

He shakes his head, making a sound like a growl and squeezes his teeth and lips, trying to shut up, digging even harder into your shoulders with his fingers.

Although he still gets used to this feeling sooner or later and even begins to enjoy the way your fingers move in him and press on the right places, he still feels strange about it.

He, like Riddle, had no idea that he would have anal sex, especially with a man. True, in his case, his concepts of the "Right Man" and all that are to blame.

"Fuck! Too much, [Your Name], so much!" he whimpers, still grabbing your shoulders and wrapping his legs around your waist.

You keep pushing his small frame onto your cock, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure with a loud moan, feeling your cock enter at just the right angle.

You lick your lips, squeezing one of Epel's nipples, which causes him to meet your cock on the way up, causing him to make the loudest moan you've ever heard.

"Wow... I never thought that you would moan like that, but I can't say that I don't like it," you whisper, taking his lips in a kiss, trying to drown out his moans, because you began to feel some insistence look at your back...

Epel furrows his brows, grabbing your hair in his hands and pulling you closer to him, kissing you back, slightly awkward though.

His thoughts turn to mush in his head as he feels you thrust into his insides, making his body bounce in your lap.

It was probably one of the nicest things he's ever experienced... And he doesn't regret it one bit.

[linalina-universe]

Trans & queer people are loved by God, Jesus is here for you. History and scripture prove it.

Enarei of Scythia https://youtu.be/ABpT6e-KlOo

The Gallae Roman Transgender priestess https://youtu.be/YSpNMe8j6sg?si=Q5YYd3w7sMK2RWp0

Gender Transgression in early Christianity https://youtu.be/M_1AIuqqLQY

Eunuchs were not celibate - Jennifer Bird https://youtu.be/xZ-8x9ymfdA?si=NjAzhKbZjagNNAA5

These videos will explain transgender/eunuch people of the ancient world and their sexuality fairly well. There are still some nuances these videos dont entirely cover. But these are generally focusing on adult eunuch peoples. Then read Isaiah 56, Matthew 19, then Acts 8: 24-40

Note:These videos exclude the coverage of catamites who were forced by pederasts as unlike the Enarei or Gallae, catamites were not consenting eunuchs or adults. There is a reason such an abusive practice was condemned in the Didache. So please do not call Sporus a trans woman.

I recommend the nrsvue or the translation that includes the word we are looking for here which is eunuch.This is enough to tell me that the bible affirms transgender people at the very least.

The Saris (eunuch), Saris-adam(eunuch made by men). It may even be enough proof to affirm inclusion of LGBTQ people in the wider church to acknowledge yes eunuch people had both masculine and feminine partners.History proves we have always been here and scripture includes ALL OF US. Learn your History and never let it fade from you. https://youtu.be/gc4_36INQ5A

This video is also a good source on gay male partnerships and specifically focuses on consenting adults. Though it does miss a few things the above videos would flesh out.

[starlightazriel]

a court of love & scars other parts

part 13, Azriel

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Her words echoed in my mind like a sweet song. I love you, I love you, I love you. "C'mere," I mumble rather gruffly, opening my arms beckoning for her.

"Az," she warned, knowing that I was hurt and I just shook my head, beckoning for her to come. Before I knew it she was straddling over my lap in Madja's treatment room, her face turned a deep red when she realized the magnitude of the situation if someone were to walk back in. I bit my lip, a quiet moan barely escaping my lips at the feeling of her weight against my growing hardness. Just simply looking at her, simply being in her presence drove me absolutely mad.

I knew Madja was just in the other room and the others were right outside but I couldn't help it when I slipped her undergarments aside and slipped my thumb over her sex. "Here?!" she demands, her eyes widening as she looks down at me.

"Yes rabbit," I say back roughly, freeing myself from my trousers and tapping my long hard length on her pubic bone. She gasped a little before lifting up, and lowering herself onto me while I held her panties aside. I tossed my head back, my face twisting in pleasure at the feeling of her all hugged around me. I cursed quietly and held her hips tightly, bucking my hips up into her thrusting from underneath, she gasped again, her hand flying up to cover her mouth. "Be quiet," I warn, biting my lip roughly.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispers and tosses her head back, I can't help but admire her throat and that perfectly soft and feminine jaw begging for a kiss. "But it feels so good," she's barely whispering, her voice almost cracking as I push myself deeper into her silently begging her release staring up at with her with such a vulnerability and intensity that I couldn't recall offering to anyone in all my long years of life. I just reach up grabbing her chin and tilting her head down causing her to open her eyes just as I wished, our eyes met and I saw everything, every sorrow and happiness, I sensed it within the shadows around us. I could feel it in my bones, that she was mine and that I was hers. Even if we hadn't made the mating bond official I could tell that it was as good as done, she loved me and wanted me, the same way that I did her. It was an almost unbearable feeling a euphoria that I had never imagined being so sweet when I watched others go through it.

Tears pricked her eyes with her release and she squeezed her breasts as if desperate for even more pleasure. I grunted quietly gripping her hips my face pure male focus as I drove myself into her, coming undone while she came again and again over me before she collapsed on top of me our movements slowly stilling. "You are something, I have to say I have never-" I had been listening intently when she was interrupted by a knock at the door and promptly flew off of me both of our releases still dripping deliciously from her. If we had been anywhere else I would have licked her clean until she came again. "Come in," she squeaks out smoothing her dress and quickly sinking down onto one of the few chairs in the room farther then she had been from me earlier, I had fixed my pants just in time pulling the blanket back up as well.

Cassian strolls back into the room with a plate of food, he haults, his nostrils flaring, nose wrinkling. "Gods Az, it does reek in here," he emphasized, Gwen's cheeks flush deeply and she seems to find her lap very interesting all of a sudden. I had no shame and only shrugged, I couldn't possibly let anything in the world take away from the happiness that I felt. With Rhys and Feyre moving to the river house and the imminent plan for Cassian to go stay at the house of wind with Nesta was rapidly approaching, I couldn't help but wonder if Gwen and I could go do something of our own. Perhaps to the country though I knew that was probably not realistic considering we would be needed here eventually for other issues than we still had to settle with the prince of bones. In my eyes it was already war, I knew Rhys wouldn't see it the same. Perhaps I could try to convince Amrin to then convince him to wipe the entire island out.

"Ive been informed to kick both of you out," Cassian's eyes twinkled with amusement. I glanced over at Gwen who had let out a little gasp, her blush somehow deepening. "Made apparently could smell your activities from-" Cassian is cut off by Gwen who is quickly snatching up her cloak.

"Okay Cassian we get it," her tone is sharp enough that he doesn't say anything more at all. I winced as I sat up slowly, pain shooting through my ribs.

"They really fucked me up," I grunted quietly, Cassian helped me to my feet and I steadied myself. I was only limping a little bit now, slowly healing from whatever they had done to me. I didn't remember all of it. I remembered confronting the prince, ash arrows... Pain, lots of pain. I remember my heart aching at the thought of not being able to see Gwen again. Gwen had hurried out of Madjas place, her head down, cloak of her hood pulled high. I chuckled quietly, with the way I was feeling toward her physically she would have to get used to the embarrassment that would come it. I simply could not keep my hands off. "Gonna have to get the rest of my bedrest up at the house I guess," I mumbled as I limped out into the cool air. I couldn't stop thinking about the future now that I had her, now that I had Gwen I was able to look forward to so much. Things that I wouldn't even have considered last year.

"You alright?" I asked glancing over at her while I hobbled beside her, I couldn't help but wince in pain every few steps that I took. "Am I alright?" she asks sarcastically, shaking her head at me, eyes rolling a bit. I was sure she had picked that up from either Elain or Nesta, a very human gesture.

"Yes I mean, you ran away so fast," I said, an amused smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. I draped my arm over her shoulders, tugging her into my body.

"Im fine," she snaps at me quietly, her own arms folded over her chest. "I told you that wasn't a good idea and I was right, now Madja will likely let me die next time Im wounded," she grumbled quietly next to me, earning a chuckle.

"What's next baby?" I ask, leaning down and burying my face in her hair. "How should we start forever?"

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ughh I know this is so short I just wanted to post something my new computer finally came in so i don't have an excuses other than I don't have any inspo for where this should go right now so message me if you can think of anything or if you want me to write anything else I'm desperate for ideas.

[queervocasongtourn]

Queer Vocaloid Song Tournament: Side C, Round 1

Please listen to all songs before voting!

Empress by Teniwoha feat. Kagamine Rin (Lyrics)

VS

Unicorn by Teniwoha feat. v flower (Lyrics)

Propaganda under the cut!

EMPRESS

"WE KNOW VILLAIN. WE KNOW UNICORN. LIVED IT LOVED IT. BUT LET'S TALK ABOUT EMPRESS AKA TENIWOHA TRANSFEM ANTHEM… Speaker goes through a journey feeling very inadequate and inherently ugly, something that makeup can't conceal, and says "It looks like my infinitesimal soul was poured into the wrong template" she doesn't fit what's is beautiful, she feels like she was made wrong. There's an inner conflict between the Empress she "wants" to be and what she actually "is" but then she gains more confidence when she reflects on how nature is inherently beautiful because it exists, not because other people think it's beautiful. "Does a lotus flower bloom because it thinks it will be pretty?" Consider how even though she knows she is an "empress," she compares herself to a wrapper over candy--a thin shield, but it doesn't hide anything shameful but rather the sweet candy underneath. This marks a switch into embracing herself. Even if she wants to use the things that signify Empress status aka makeup, clothes, to cover her "ugly" soul she undertands that she is beautiful as she is and doesn't actually need these thigns to be an Empress. She has her "wrapper" on her terms do I make sense. It's commentary on how femininity is both a performance but also self expression. That's why the chorus cries out "Step away from your throne" she does not need a throne to be the Empress that she is!! She doesn't need the validation. "Even if it’s a lie, I’ve straightened my back, see?" SHe is more secure in herself by the end of the song and it no longer matters if being an Empress won't be seen as real enough to others, she has pride in herself and that won't change. I get really emotional about this. Insanely underrated. When you hear EMPRESS IN ME do you not feel the power of the EMPRESS IN ME?!?!?!"

UNICORN

"too overlooked in favor of villain!!!!!! though not as explicitly queer in its lyrics still obv about being an Other. fell of the ark - as a unicorn, not a "real" animal, or that it was a male and a female of each animal and you belong as neither. self-assured song. lovely song."

"villain's lesser known younger sibling. let your uniqueness show! dont hide it away!"

"Its a trans song I like as much as villain :D its probably not gonna win but I like it"

[grayrro]

Finished Blue Eye Samurai. Some thoughts, especially on the trans allegory

I actually really expected to like this a lot, so I’m a little bummed that I didn’t actually love it like I wanted to but have complicated feelings about it

If you’re trans masc and dysphoric, I recommend skipping some scenes because you definitely get a full eyeful of Mizu. Which, yeah, a lot of that basically felt like, look! She’s a woman!! Not a man! She’s got breasts and everything

(More on this under the cut + major spoilers)

And if you combine that with the “official” story where the mother who raised her forced her to always “look like a boy” because the “bad men will be looking for a girl”, you get the impression that she’s a cis woman who was forced to be a man for survival. Except I just don’t see that, personally. Just seeing it from a trans perspective—heck, even a cis one—where is the dysphoria? If she was a woman, we don’t really ever see her distressed about dressing as a boy and looking like one. We don’t see her really mourning the loss of her hair or even trying to explore her femininity (appearance-wise) when she begins to hit puberty. You don’t see her comparing herself to other girls and seeing what she “could have had”

Nah, when they start developing breasts, they start binding with bandages and that’s such a trans masc media staple you can’t help but snort. When Mizu gets a husband and becomes a wife, you don’t even see her use that newfound freedom to explore “finally being a woman”. You don’t see her awe at her new silhouette with the more feminine hairstyle and kimono. The most you see is her trying to learn to cook (which, still, is a stretch since that is more her trying to fulfill wife duties), letting down her hair, and having sex with a man with her tits out and all (more of the tits out, frankly, but how much of that is her being a woman vs the show’s addiction to showing boobs).

Also, while you do eventually see Mizu as a “wife”, as properly as she can be, I can’t help but think it looks so… awkward. On her. With the odd-looking makeup and the still-masculine-looking torso covered by a feminine kimono, I can’t help but think she resembles many of my butch and trans masc friends who have been forced into makeup and a dress. Who lower the cinch on their waist down to their hips or flatten their chest to emulate a more masculine silhouette until it looks a little goofy, and like you’re forcing a square peg into a round hole. And that Mizu looks infinitely more comfortable in their own skin as a very male-passing rogue samurai. But maybe I’m just projecting hard

But laying all these side-by-side make it a pretty confusing picture. Freaking Nimona was a more straightforward trans allegory and the character in question is not even human

If I had to conclude anything, though, just based on my opinion, I wouldn’t say Mizu is cis. But maybe not strictly a trans man either. While they do bind, it’s not suggested to be because of any dysphoria reasons—in fact it might be pure practicality. I mean, imagine posing as a man with your chest out in full view or doing all those epic fights without a sports bra. Basically, agreed with other posts that Mizu is probably just very disconnected to gender. Man or woman, they don’t care. Revenge comes first, after all. Gender crisis is further down the ladder of priorities

[amorphousgenderlesscryptid]

Please don’t feel pressured to answer, but when did you realize you were trans? And being Catholic, was that difficult?

wobbles in under the weight of a massive leatherbound tome Well, it's a bit of a long story.

I knew I was queer before I knew I was trans. I fell in love with a girl when I was 13, and by age 15 I was completely out in all aspects of my life. Like a lot of gays my age, when I was trying to figure out my sexuality the first place I went was the internet. That was where I discovered the concept of butch lesbians - and I thought they were so cool. Something about their blurring of masculinity and femininity spoke to me (even though I definitely would not have put it that eloquently at the time). So after I came out I decided to cut off my long hair and start wearing boys clothes. I still remember the first time I looked at myself in the mirror like that and the feeling that I was really seeing me for the first time.

I was a hard butch for most of high school after that. At some point I started to become uncomfortable with my curvy body and high pitched voice. It made me happy to be mistaken for a boy. I started to entertain the idea that maybe I wasn't cis. I decided to buy myself some men's underwear online, a baby step into further gender experimentation. The day they arrived at the house, I had come down with laryngitis. My mother found and opened the package. She was upset, and I couldn't speak to explain myself. We didn't talk about it even after the laryngitis got better, and the incident scared me back into the gender closet for several more years.

Most of the time thoughts about my gender or my body didn't bother me too much. But sometimes I would have bad days where I felt the desperate need to cover up in the loosest, boxiest clothing I owned. I refused to look too hard at why my curves bothered me. And then COVID happened - I was in grad school, and quarantining in the apartment where I lived alone. With nothing but my thoughts to keep me company, my gender confusion got louder and louder until I couldn't ignore it anymore. I told my best friend that I wanted to try being called Teddy. The name stuck. It felt right. I cycled through a few different sets of pronouns before ultimately settling on they/them. I bought a binder. Slowly, I came out as nonbinary in different areas of my life, and by age 23 I was completely out. I'm starting hormones soon and planning to get top surgery in the future.

That's my trans story. Was it hard because I'm Catholic? The short answer is no. I went through that once already as a hormonal middle schooler realizing I wanted to kiss girls and believing for a long time that meant I was going to hell. My relationship with religion is also long and complicated, and probably best saved for another post if anyone wants to hear it. But by the time I was in my twenties and coming to terms with my gender, I was back on good terms with God. There's a Bible passage I rediscovered at that time that has remained one of my favorites: "There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female; for you are all one in Christ Jesus." I've always existed in liminal spaces - not Black or white, not gay or straight, not man or woman. And that's what God is. God is the liminal spaces - He is everything and all of us at once. I am made in His image and I am holy and beautiful and perfect as I am.

[junowritings]

a match up ?? Could I have one, I’m curious haha. (Males only please💛)

I am a tallish (5’9) curvy lady. I have long brown hair, Hazel eyes and a spattering of freckles from the sun covering my whole body. I am quite feminine if I do say so myself. I think Kindness is my greatest attribute. I’ve been told I’m very motherly and I CLING to that. I crochet (horribly) and write in my spare time. I enjoy gardening and I have a ton of plants. I enjoy feeding crowds of people, cooking is one of my favorite things to do! I’m not a serious person, like at all. Nothing really phases me, sometimes that’s a super negative quality. A serial daydreamer, hopeless romantic.

thank you for taking my request 💛

Of course hun coming right up! I went back and forth for a bit but I think I've found a lovely match for you...

It’s no surprise that Cal is absolutely smitten with you - how could he not be!

You’re compassionate, caring and protective of others especially those that you keep closest to you. That caring quality means that people probably  flock to you to be their support; to provide a cool head and smooth over problems that you can take on the chin thanks to your inability to be easily phased. Cal knows what that’s like. He’s often had to be the level head when arguments have sparked up with his siblings; a mediator when Rolan and Lia’s tempers have flared up, butting heads over one thing or another. He wouldn’t replace that for the world of course, but it’s nice having someone around who can relate to the role he has to play sometimes - a kindred spirit who kinda knows a little about what it’s like.

It’s no wonder people have told you your motherly when you practically radiate that warm kindness that makes even the iciest hearts melt just a little when they’re around you. There’s no need to melt Cal though - this tiefling already feels his poor heart skip a beat from the first time he’d seen you; kisses from the sun speckled across your face and every inch of you he can see and the flash of a polite greeting. He’s down bad and gods it’s blatantly obvious to those who know him. Really, it’s a miracle that you don’t hear his siblings ribbing him about his crush before the two of you actually get together. He’s long used to their antics by now, feeling two pairs of eyes staring holes into the back of his skull whenever he so much as gives you that lovesick puppy look he gets at the sight of you. Cal just accepts the inevitable ribbing with a knowing sigh and the go ahead to get it over with before there’s a clawed hand messing up his hair and an elbow nudging his back signaling the relentless teasing that’s bound to follow.

If you crochet accessories like gloves or hats Cal can be easily swayed into being a model for the price of a few kisses. Though be warned because by the third kiss he’ll be trying to get your attention away from crocheting to just lounge about with him; you’ll have to be persistent on finishing your project unless you’re up for a cuddle-nap in the middle of the day. Please, PLEASE make him some warmers for his horns - he doesn’t even need to keep his horns warm but think about how cute they’d look on him and tell me it isn’t too good of an opportunity to pass up. He also has a bad habit of forgetting they’re there, so warn him before he walks out the door with them still on his head. Or don’t, and prepare yourself for the inevitable playful revenge once he realizes.

On gardening days he’s more than happy to bask in the sun and keep you company while you garden. Very much the ‘will enjoy your presence but also ask you completely out there questions about what you’re doing’ kind of tielfing; but he will ask what he can do to help if you want him involved!. Thankfully he’s got somewhat of a green thumb (better than his siblings at least) so if you let him help you care for the plants he doesn’t do that bad of a job. If you haven’t already he will name the ones you get him to help look after something funny; you’ll always get a proud snort out of him if you start calling them the names he gives them.

He’s a pretty good cook! Though he has a tendency to linger in the kitchen in case you need him to do anything. You suspect it’s more to get first dibs on taste testing your dishes, as Cal will always give you that telltale look if you so much as mention wondering if it tastes good, bribing you with kisses in a bid to get you to cave.

It’s a good thing you love feeding crowds of people because with how hopelessly smitten Cal is for you, it doesn’t take long at all before his siblings begin coming around for weekly get-togethers. He’ll proudly boast about how amazing your cooking is, praising it enough you’ll have to remind him to actually eat the food before it goes cold. Always helps with the cleanup, insisting that since you cooked the least he can do is sort out the mess while you relax and spend some time with your guests. His siblings certainly won’t be the only guests either! They’ve kept in touch with the other survivors from the Grove, trying to meet up every couple of months or so after settling into the Gate to check in on how everyone is doing. So with things calming down you’ll certainly find yourself adopted into the group for these little get-togethers.

Expect a couple to give you the ‘treat him well’ talks. Lia playfully ribs you over it the first time they’re invited over to dinner and Cal almost dives over the table trying to get her to ease up. It’s all in good fun though - they all know that you’d treat him well and make him happy, as if the way Cal’s tail remains curled around your hip the entire time and the fact his hand never quite leaves yours isn’t a dead giveaway.

[goldensunset]

updates on pla:

-musical commentary! the crimson mirelands themes are both so so crazy good and both bring back a lot of motifs from sinnoh. weirdly enough this may be my favorite region. i think i realized those musical references like while still playing platinum but i never truly appreciated how good all that music is. i feel like there's something else i was going to say about music but some of these references are far too subtle for me for the time being

-volo continues to be unimportant and unimpressive

-there's a MAJOR issue i've realized with my #malefeminist run. it's hard enough when certain mons i love, namely eevee and the eeveelutions, have lopsided gender ratios. but even worse: it occurred to me that my beloved gallade is an all-male species. obviously i'm gonna catch him and the others for the sake of dex completion but i can't use my boy on my team this run :(

-interesting how rei calls irida a girl and akari calls her a woman. how old is she you guys c'mon. she looks young yeah but i'm inclined to do things the latter way personally when there's doubt bc of my personal opinions on the relationships between age gender and respect. that's not important though what's important is that irida is super super autistic btw

-i got hit by like almost every one of lady lilligant's attacks and only even stunned her to properly battle her once. i have never once struggled with that fight that was incredibly embarrassing. but i suppose this is supposed to be the feminist run. but for crying out loud have i ever played a video game before

-losing my mind that one of the default early-game hairstyles for rei is a whole entire fluffy long ponytail. why does the male protag get a better long hair option than the female one. why do all his looks kinda slay honestly. i've got the slight-curled bob on rn

-the 'fancy' outfit series too... gonna get mad real quick here. the tops look super feminine cutesy in either gender version funny enough but the bottoms?? almost the exact same except akari gets these meh shorts and rei gets actual PANTS. thank you. but i deserved to let my girl survive the cold while looking cute too smh... please let video game women cover their legs

[opalescent-apples]

Going back to prev: I don't think radical feminism/feminist separatism is taken quite as seriously as it was decades ago. However, a certain group of transphobic feminists have used their recent spotlighting by famous figures and alignment with conservatism in order to boost their message. Often, the group will speak about their brand of feminism, but it will heavily depend on the patriarchal standard of "men are always dangerous and powerful" and "women are always weak and in need of protection".

Going back to OP's original point: I always thought of it as: patriarchy is a systemic power structure that generally favors men being powerful and protects the power of men and masculinity.

This results in the punishment of men who are feminine, women in general (moreso if something about them challenges the power structure), and anyone outside the binary.

Crucially, it is a structure that preserves and creates hierarchies of power. This does not equate to happiness. If male joy is processed as weakness by the patriarchy, it may even be ridiculed as something that could disturb patriarchy's power.

If we're talking about the well-intended comments of the screenshotted post, I think this person isn't wrong that toxic masculinity, which upholds patriarchy at the cost of harming people, is capable of hurting men. Demanding no emotions but anger, apathy, and lust doesn't exactly make for a healthy emotional life. Feminism should encourage the deconstruction of these masculine ideals.

However...the woman as the emotional savior and cushion of a stunted man is also a part of patriarchy, and demands uncompensated and often unacknowledged emotional labor. Men do need to acknowledge that patriarchy harms them on occasion, partly for their own sake and partly so they do not begin to lash out.

However, feminists can't do all the emotional work for them. Part of a positive masculinity is healthy bonds with people of all genders---not just a wife. And it's partly up to them as allies to deconstruct their own place in society. Men are not evil just because patriarchy can often encourage cruel behavior. I have heard good things about bell hooks's writing on masculinity (have not read as much of her as I would want to).

It would likely make a good resource, as opposed to full blown proof that men need to be showered in attention and sympathy. I would say that they already receive that; the "first day on earth" point kinda stands for this one. If giving men plenty of attention and compassion were the solution, heterosexual women would have resolved toxic masculinity long ago. Patriarchy demands that women become a wellspring of compassion to the men they romance as a part of loyalty (though never at the cost of compromising male power). Still, we can't love away toxicity.

As for the "favorite thing about masculinity"; people will often attribute courage and honor to masculinity, and I can see how that might be considered a positive. However, they're not purely masculine traits. One might even say considering them inherently so would undermine the original screenshot's underlying point.

Maybe it's the enby talking, but separating character from gender is something we all need to work on. The parts of me that I treasure that are "feminine" are ones I still do, but they're not all that "womanly"; I've met men with kindness and conscience. Same with "masculine"; I have met women who are bold and confident.

And, well, I hate to pull a "people are dying". But this is a time when women's rights are under attack, and women are suffering worldwide from larger human rights violations that impact them not just as humans of their group, but as women. Sometimes thinking of men's oppression, especially in places like the USA, feels like very small potatoes compared to larger issues at stake.

TL;DR the original screenshot is misguided but well intended, OP is gently trying to correct them (but maybe covering the name of the original poster to protect them would be wise). The more conservative branches of the radical feminism movement have gained attention and power through parts of a general conservative wave and backlash to trans people and sex workers. Patriarchy is about power not joy, but it still upholds the power of men and feminists shouldn't have to handhold them through their deconstruction of patriarchy. And besides all this, feminism needs to focus on larger issues as well, and can't turn all attention to this.

Me when it’s my first day in society and have never talked to any other person before

[beatrixstonehill2]

Christine knelt, posing for her audience. "Enjoying one last night of clubbing as a 'girl' before tomorrow. It's almost a shame, I think I make a pretty sexy girl and not very many guys mind my cock, a lot of them get excited when we dance and they feel it against them..... Guys love to jerk me off as we grind together on the dance floor. And let's be honest, most men are so obsessed with porn they prefer anal anyway they days. And estrogen gave me such a plump, sexy ass! Which is to say nothing about these giant breasts I developed..... gosh, this body is SO dreamy. I almost don't want to say goodbye.

I had a good run, better than a lot of fakegirls. Eight whole years living as a girl, pumping my poor male body with estrogen, trying to make it look feminine.... mostly succeeding, kind of. Not surprised so many people still clock me, guess it's pretty obvious I'm just a perverted dude playing dress-up." Christine giggled, bouncing her fat, estrogen-pumped tits, causing them to spill out of her dress. "God, I look so ridiculous. These breasts are such an embarrassment. So happy I'm coming to my senses!

I live with my parents, and they're pretty sick of my partying lifestyle. Bringing home new guys every other night, having to listen to their son get railed, and moan in my boyish voice like some ditzy porn star. They sat me down one morning this week, as I lay naked, covered in cum, having brought four guys over, my ass and boobs had bruises. My cock was rock hard. I instinctively stroked it and licked the cum off me as they talked to me..... They said when they let me go on blockers in junior high they thought they were helping me, but they apparently started falling down a heavy pipeline of parents who decide to detransition their trans sons and daughters....

I was shocked to hear them candidly call me a boy, by he-him pronouns, and use my deadname! (Christopher!) It was pretty humiliating, even more than being naked, bruised and covered in cum in front of them, which has become a bit of a norm, I suppose. They told me they want me to detrans immediately. They even contacted my doctor and voiced their 'concerns' about me. So we threw out my estrogen, and tomorrow I'll be getting my first round of testosterone. I mean, you guys have been urging me to detrans for a while now and misgendering me all over social media, so you must be happy. I do find those detrans vids you send me kind of hot, though. Sexy, big-breasted, curvy girls like me becoming big muscular or fat guys. Love it!

I told my parents I have no job, I just party and jerk off on cam. I asked them what I'd do as a man and they said pretty openly they don't care. They told me I'm already a total perv so I'll probably become a porn addict. I was floored to hear them say that, so I said, 'You'd really rather me sit home all day jerking off to porn, becoming a gross, fat slob instead of looking like this?' My parents both said yes, and now that I mentioned getting fat, they're acting like it's part of my detransition. They're teasing me about how they're going to fatten me up into a 'tub of lard'. Well.... great. At least my orgasms should be way better, guess I'll have to get used to just gooning all day and not being a cute party girl getting ass fucked all I want. Oh well, my silly dress-up days couldn't last forever. And it will be a relief to lose these giant udders....."

[spurisani]

...I can't believe I'm logging back in again for the first time in like half a decade for this, but apparently I have Opinions on the subject.

I simultaneously emphatically agree and vehemently disagree with this post.

I hate isekai anime. Almost all of it is indeed trash. But I want to love it, because I love the isekai genre.

Allow me to explain.

Basically every single isekai anime out there* started out on free, user-submitted novel sites such as shousetsuka ni narou, kakuyomu or alphapolis**. Think of these sites as more commercial versions (they run on ads, are publisher owned, and/or have other revenue streams) of ao3, but for original fiction.

Normal people*** write whatever the fuck stories they want for people to read for free, and people can bookmark and follow, rate, comment and on some sites write reviews for the story. And if you get popular enough (or you enter your story in one of the periodical themed competitions and get enough votes), you might get a book deal with an actual publisher.

And isekai is one of the biggest genres - if not the biggest genre - on these sites. Hell, isekai was basically born here.

Can you imagine the sort of amazingly wild stories this results in?? isekai is like if someone took a look at Western fantasy and went "...but why is it so serious and shit, though?", and just poured a truckload of crack, fluff and pastel colours all over it. And yes, in a lot of cases also fanservice and/or fucked-up misogynistic shit. Because it's Japan, and the internet, what'd you expect?

But it's easy, feel-good fiction for the tired masses.

You ever see ads for that fish game where you start as a small fish and eat other fish to grow bigger and think "man, this looks like it'd be a great plot for a fantasy novel"? isekai has you covered. (yes, it exists, it's compellingly written and funny af)

You ever wanted to read about a dude who just wants to go NC with his abusive family, live a comfortable life with good food and good friends and maybe try to figure out how to flirt with his genderqueer love interest? Isekai has got your back.

How about a kid gaining the favour of the gods and starting a societal and economical revolution just cause the fantasy world he was in didn't have musical theatre, and he simply could not with that life? isekai is your place to go.

Are you into timid girls who use getting dumped as a chance for self-help, learning that they're actually great and have worth in their own right? Boy, does isekai have like a million stories for you. No, really.

Ever wish Cinderella just went all "fuck this whole suffering meekly thing and waiting for my prince to come, I choose murder"? Isekai, baby.

Are you looking for female protagonists who reject being traditionally feminine and just do whatever they want, telling dirty jokes and not giving a shit about romance? isekai has plenty of that, actually.

Do you wish there was more gay fantasy out there? Oh my god, isekai is so fucking gay.

And let me tell you, publishers love this model. I mean, why wouldn't they, they get to publish novels they know already has an audience and a fanbase. The content already exists, so they can publish super fast with only minor revisions, meaning there's not enough lull that the fanbase loses interest and moves on between releases. (hell, most stories aren't taken down once they get published, and are updated continuously, so there's no real downtime)

The problem is, however, that generally speaking the publisher will want more fanservice for increased mainstream appeal. And then you get even more fanservice for the manga adaptation, and yet more still for the anime adaptation**** (That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime, I'm looking at you).

In addition, between the whole sexist idea that male audience media has universal appeal, while female or other "niche" audience media holds no mainstream (read: male) appeal, and the fact that it's cheaper and easier to do an anime for a simple, by the numbers harem series than a more complex story with a larger ensemble cast with actual personalities (easier to sell merch, too), what makes it to the screen is far from the best of what the genre has to offer.

I get why it's like this, but it still bums me the fuck out. And that's why I hate isekai anime.

And no, I don't know if the stories I linked have English translations available. Some of them definitely do (either published or fan translations), so idk, google it if you care, I guess?

*depends on how you define isekai. There are several older anime predating webnovels that technically qualify, but they were made before the term really became a thing and the genre tropes were "set", so they don't really feel like isekai anime.

**No connection to a/b/o, although the tropes have seeped into Japanese fan culture. why. Don't cross the streams

***For a given value of normal? With some of the plots you see, you have to wonder how the fuck the writer's brain works

****Production values also tend to be shit, since the studios are churning out dozens of these shows

terrified to ask this but i think i need to as someone getting into anime:

what on god's green earth is "isekai" and why are its defenders rabid

So isekai is an anime genre that roughly translates to "in another world." These shows tend to all feature some main character (almost always a teenage boy) who gets transported into another world, usually one which runs on video game logic, and usually one with fantasy/DND aesthetics, (and usually one where he gets to become a hero of sorts [eventually] and wins the attention of 3-6 hot girls with 2-dimensional personalities. You know for wish fulfillment.)

The genre by itself is not the problem. The oversaturation is.

It is what I can only assume vampire fiction was to the teen romance landscape back when Twilight was popular.

And because the isekai formula just Works for the fans, most isekai shows do not have to try at all. They can get away with a terrible plot, terrible world-building, and terrible characters because you don't need any of those to be good to appeal to the core demographic. You JUST need to be an isekai. Make sure it has cute waifus that the whale-fans will shell out $$$ for to own their figurines, and bam, you're set.

And the extreme oversaturation (both of isekai and harem shows) means it's squeezing out most anything interesting, original, or innovative. After all if you were an anime studio why WOULD you take a gamble on something innovative when you can recycle the same isekai plot for the 1,000th time and for a much safer bet at turning a profit?

There are, likely, some good isekai out there. But I'm confident in my assessment that that bad far outnumber the good. Some friends and I do a weekly bad-anime-watch-night and usually we just throw a dart at any isekai on the crunchyroll page and it is almost ALWAYS just JUST awful. And as such, someone who chows down on all isekai as their preferred type of media is going to have nothing in common with me. They would also be mad as hell at me saying that isekai is almost universally garbage.

[letterstotheflre]

i'd beg you on my knees

summary: you loved sirius's fingers, but there's something you craved more.

warnings: oral sex (male receiver), daddy kink, a bit of religious imagery (you know how it is), a bit of spitting, mentions of throat training and finger sucking, i think that's it?

word count: 2.5k

a/n: as a celebration for passing my chemistry final and 300 followers, here is the second part to the sirius corrupting you series :)

ps: i know those look like feminine hands, but pretend they are sirius’s okay i spent 2 hours looking for something to use and that’s the best i got

you couldn’t stop staring at his hands.

you had always loved them. they were big, always completely encasing your smaller ones, and full of rings, some of which you made yourself. the skin on his palm and finger pads was a bit rough, a consequence of years of holding a bat to hit the bludgers away from his teammates. but there was still a slight delicate appearance to them, courtesy of the black family genes which, despite years of slight inbreeding, somehow still managed to make some of the most attractive people in the wizarding world.

you loved the way they felt against the small of your back or your waist, always letting some warmth seep through the fabric of your clothes. you loved the way they cupped your cheeks before he leant down to kiss you, slightly squishing your cheeks and puckering your lips for him. but ever since that afternoon a few days ago, you adored the way they felt in your mouth.

you tried to be subtle, you really did, but it was impossible to stop staring at them. you couldn’t forget the weight of his fingers on your tongue nor the way they hit the back of your throat. the feeling of having them in your mouth brought a strange sense of comfort to you, it was like having a piece of him always inside you.

and sirius noticed. of course he did, you were one of the only things he deemed important enough to pay attention to, followed by the phases of the moon and any updates on the 5-year plan james had made to woo lily evans. and because he liked seeing your glazed over eyes and heating cheeks when he caught you staring, he started to show them off on purpose.

he started to talk with more hand movements, followed by always playing with any stray hairs around your face. he started to use his thumb to play with your bottom lip before kissing you, almost giving you what you wanted but then taking it away from you.

he caved in when he saw how truly needy you were for them. the teary eyes and little whines you made every time he pulled them away from your mouth were almost enough to make him hard, so he allowed you to suck on them every now and then. he watched attentively as you slightly hollowed your cheeks when he used both his pointer and middle fingers, sometimes trying to get as much of them inside you as possible.

so he started to push your limits, drawing circles against the back of your tongue before he pushed them further, not warning you before they entered your cavity, yearning to hear what other pretty sounds you could do besides moaning and whining. you had gagged violently the first time he did it, and you looked at him confused at the sudden intrusion, “remember the first time you sucked on them? remember what you wanted them to be?” you nodded slowly, embarrassed that he could recall how much you wanted other parts of him inside you. “I gotta stretch your little throat, bunny. gotta get you all ready for my cock.”

and that was that. the following days were spent with you either on his lap or on your knees in front of him, long and thick fingers prodding the back of your throat constantly until it only took you less than five minutes to get used to the feeling of something residing in it. sirius never let up, even if you had some tears in your eyes caused by the intrusion, always giving you new learning material: breath through your nose, relax your throat, open your mouth wide. his instructions ran through your brain every day, an urgent need to remember them controlling your thoughts.

and that’s how you were now, on your knees in front of him like a repentant while sirius sat on the edge of the mattress, mouth wide open as you waited eagerly for his fingers. you watched, intrigued, as his mandible moved around almost like he was collecting something. your unvoiced question was answered when his face came close to yours, his hand tangling itself in your hair to tilt it upwards, and then his spit was dribbling onto your pink tongue.

the sight of him spitting into your mouth sent a thrum of pleasure to your core. “swallow,” he said, leaving no room for disobedience. You followed his command, letting it fall down your throat as if it were your forbidden fruit, and once you opened your mouth again his fingers went in, immediately pressing on your tongue. you swirled your tongue around them, covering them in your saliva before he started to push them further. you only gagged a little, the previous lessons having already prepared you.

he let you suck on them a bit longer before removing them, watching as your hands scrambled to his wrist to keep them close. he shook his head, chuckling in amusement, “you needy thing.” he patted your head, “I think you are ready for my cock, angel, do you want it?”

you opened your eyes wide, looking like a kid in a candy shop. “yes, please!” your voice was a bit hoarse, “wanna make you feel good like you made me feel the other day, siri.” the smirk he wore on his lips when he heard your eager ‘yes’ fell into an honest smile, “oh I bet you’ll make me feel better than that, bunny.”

you watched from your position on the hardwood floor as he rose to his feet, unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down. he let his jeans fall to the floor, now only clad in his underwear that would soon meet the same fate and you wiggled, eager to finally see him. once he was completely naked he sat back on the bed, spreading his legs so you could kneel comfortably between them. he was already a bit hard, courtesy of the image of you suckling on his fingers so needily, but he still needed a little push before he was ready for you.

you were entranced by him, this being the first time you ever saw someone other than yourself completely naked. he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and you could see the slight ripples of muscle on his abdomen and the stray tattoos that adorned his skin here and there. he had a few scars, some of them caused by his parents' punishments and others from a few accidents during the full moon, but he was still absolutely beautiful.

and then your eyes fell lower, down the happy trail of hair that led to what you had been craving since that fateful tuesday afternoon. it was big, even though you had never seen another cock you couldn’t deny its length. there was a vein on one side that stood out a bit, and the tip was a bit red and something shiny was coating it. “can I please touch it, daddy?” you asked sweetly, wanting to remain on his good side.

the name had accidentally left your mouth a few days ago when you were suckling on his fingers. you were just so needy, so desperate for their weight on your tongue that your mind had started to feel fuzzy, and the nickname just slipped out.

your cheeks had resembled the heat of a fire, still sober enough to realize your mistake but when you saw the way his eyes had darkened and his grip on your waist tightened, you repeated it. he had cursed, voice low as his other hand cupped your cheek. “you want daddy’s fingers, hm?” he questioned, forcing you to tell him with your words what you wanted when you merely nodded. and that was a new lesson, ask for what you want and you were to only refer to him as daddy in private.

“go on, angel,” he said with a nod of his head. slowly, you moved one hand closer, still a bit hesitant with your movements. though eager to learn, you were still scared of doing something wrong and stop being his good girl as he had called you multiple times while he watched as you touched yourself for him. he would sit in a chair in front of the bed as he told you what to do and when to cum, and the rush of power he felt was extraordinary.

one finger traced the vein, the soft touch making sirius twitch. the skin was warm and actually pretty smooth, with a couple of ridges here and there. gently, you closed your hand around the base and moved it up and down, and sirius groaned. the soft touch drove him insane, your palm barely gripping him, “close your hand a bit more, puppy,” he instructed. you gripped him more tightly, “it won’t hurt you?” you asked.

sirius just smiled at your thoughtfulness, “no, baby, it’ll feel really good. just don’t add too much pressure as you did with your nipples the other day,” he slightly taunted. you blushed at his teasing, “didn’t mean to do that, daddy,” you grumbled and unknowingly thumbed at the slit of the tip, making him moan in pleasure. the sound was so heavenly in your ears that you did it again and again until one of his hands gripped your hair so you looked up at him.

“you’re teasing me now, bunny?” he said harshly, “that’s not how it works and you know it. d’ya want me to stop you from cumming again like I did yesterday?”

you shook your head quickly, or as much as you could with the grip on your hair, “no no, m’sorry, daddy, didn’t mean to.” but he just chuckled, an empty sound that wasn’t as nice as his previous moans. “oh, you didn’t mean to! like you didn’t mean to tug on your nipples. like you didn’t mean to wear that tiny skirt the other day. like you didn’t mean to cum without my permission three days ago.” he started to list all of your accidents, “is there anything you do mean, angel?” he asked harshly.

your lips slightly quivered at his tone, ashamed at making him angry when all you wanted was to please him. “I want to make you feel good, daddy! m’sorry, I promise I’ll be better. I’ll be your best girl.” you tried to convince him, and you really did mean it. all you wanted was to be good for him.

“well, then put my cock in your mouth and show me y’can be good.” with that, he moved your head closer towards him, and then slackened his grip. you looked at him while giving the tip a little kiss, then using your tongue to collect the pearly white liquid that had collected there. it tasted a bit funny, saltier than you remembered your own cum to taste, but it wasn’t necessarily bad. then, using the flat of your tongue, you moved along the length, using one hand to keep it straight.

sirius was biting his lip as he watched you, his little angel on her pretty knees about to suck him for the first time. after a few more teasing licks, you finally took him into your mouth, and the moan that escaped sirius was incredibly sinful. your mouth was so warm and so wet that the only other place sirius could ever possibly want to be in was your pussy.

you swirled your tongue around the bit that was inside your cavity, your hand still stimulating what you couldn’t fit yet. he was big, too big for your mouth, but you wanted to fit all of him inside, so you took a deep breath through your nose and tried to relax both your mandible and your throat before taking him deeper. you pushed as far as you could, staying there for a couple of seconds before pulling apart, heaving another deep breath before repeating your actions. you gagged and choked at the progressive obstruction, yet you pushed through it, but it sounded so good in sirius’s ears that he thought about just pushing your head down without warning.

sirius threw his head back with a groan when you started to hollow your cheeks, “fuck, angel, you’re so good, taking me so well.” he praised, and it made you shiver in pleasure, the meaning of his words accompanied by his gruff voice a perfect melody. you raised your eyes to look at him. he looked beautiful like this: head thrown back, lips red from biting them, completely exposed for you and one hand gripping the sheets while the other grabbed your head.

you pulled away with a pop, “y’look so pretty, daddy,” you complimented him, and it made the tension in his stomach tighten significantly. it was such an innocent compliment in a completely unholy scenario that he couldn’t help but twitch in your hand. you had just wrapped your lips around him again when he said, “not as pretty as you with m’cock down your throat,” and it made you giggle around him as you shied a bit at his words. the vibrations of your little laugh could’ve sent him over the edge, “shit—” he cursed.

you took him deeper than ever before, your throat now used to the intrusion and barely even gagging. sirius started to raise his hips, almost face fucking you but he held back some of the strength in his thrusts. you kept your eyes on him, and fuck you looked so good with your mouth full and those watery eyes and flushed skin that after a few more thrusts he pulled you away.

you whimpered, not understanding why he stopped your movements. there was still a string of saliva that connected your mouth to him, and he sped up his hand movements as he looked at your sinful image. “daddy,” you groused, tongue out so he could put it back in.

“fuck, angel, m’gonna cum,” he moaned, “n’ I’m gonna paint your little face, d’you want that?” he asked, slightly panting through his exertion. but you shook your head, “m’mouth, want to taste you,” and that did it for him. he cursed and moaned, all at the same time, as that wave of pleasure swallowed him whole. white spurts fell on your tongue, a few others coating your cheeks, and he looked so sinful while working through his orgasm that you had to clench your thighs together.

once he was fully spent, he watched as you eagerly swallowed what he gave you, showing him there was nothing left. his hands went to your cheeks, cleaning his cum from your face and forcing you to clean them, too. it was so dirty that he felt proud of what he made of you, his cock twitching once more before softening.

“was I good, daddy?” you asked him with a slightly raspy voice. you were looking up at him as if he were your god, his opinion of the highest importance to you. he smiled proudly, his fingers now playing with the chain that had a little ‘s’ that rested just between your collarbones. “the best, angel.”

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[i-willstealyourtoes]

TRANS/AFAB SCOUT TIMELINE, GETTEM HERE!

CW/TW: Blood, Dysphoria, dead names mentioned

Charlotte, 0-17 years

This was before the transition and before he even found out he was a boy. He always at a young age loved naturally 'masculine' activities and even though people made fun of him, his mom would reassure him that he could do anything he wanted to, that 'girls can do whatever a boy wanted to'. He loved his momma, and how supportive she was, but something didn't sit quite right with that phrase (he later realised it was because he didn't relate since he wasn't a girl).

Charlie, 17-20 years

As soon as he was allowed to, he immediately went to get his hair cut shorter. He always said it was for work purposes, or he thought it was trendy, but I think it was because it helped with the dysphoria.

He also liked wearing bigger jumpers (to cover his feminine figure) and assumed it was just because he liked the comfort. That was partially true.

He also told everyone he preferred 'Charlie' rather than 'Charlotte', telling people he preferred the nickname.

Also at this point, he was working with the mercenaries.

Charles, 20 years

He'd had enough. He hated his hair, he hated his body, he hated everything. He didn't even know why. He just wanted to know why he was so unhappy with himself.

People had told him that sometimes you hate what you look like because you felt like you weren't pretty enough. That wasn't quite right either. He didn't feel like he wasn't pretty, he just felt... wrong.

One night, after washing his mid-length hair, he had what he described as a 'mental health crash'. It took one look at the mirror after stepping out the shower for him to start angrily crying and sobbing. He cut off as much hair as he could until it was a short, messy hairstyle.

Medic had heard him screaming and came to see the commotion. He saw. He knew.

There was blood on Scout's fingers from cutting his hair recklessly.

Medic whipped out his bandaged and wrapped it round his fingers. Then around Scout's chest tightly.

At first Scout didn't understand until Medic asked him to look at himself in the mirror. He didn't want to, but he tried.

And for the first time, he saw himself.

'Do you feel better? Charles? Would you prefer I call you that?'

He liked that name.

Jeremy, 20 (onwards) years

Once Medic had explained to both Scout and the others, everyone started referring to him with masculine pronouns and masculine descriptive words.

It made him so happy, especially when his mom told him that she didn't care and that he was still her little boy (he literally cried when she said 'boy').

He eventually changed his name again to Jeremy, since Charles reminded him too much of the past.

Extra

- I think when Scout realised he was a trans male, he whipped out this makeup kit his mom gave him when he was 13 (he never used it) and drew thicker eyebrows on

- I think he wore shoulder pads to make his shoulders wider too (before Medic's surgery (mentioned below)

- I think when Spy found out about his problems (this was before Scout transitioned ('Charlie')) he already 'got the vibe', but didn't know how to tell him

- Medic seems like someone to take top surgery even farther, and gives Scout wider shoulders and a p e e n (don't ask)

[noohpais]

thrill ride | hanma shuji

pairing : hanma x reader

genre : fluff

warnings/notes : cursing, implied manga spoilers, you and hanma do illegal things, hanma cares about your well being, no specific pronouns were used, but a feminine presenting reader was in mind while i wrote this, not proofread.

word count : 2.6k

synopsis : in which you really love hanma shuji.

song playing : Falling by Chase Atlantic

requested : yes / ➢ no

notes : hanma’s cool or whatever. if you enjoyed this fic, consider tipping me on ko-fi :> reblogs are much appreciated!!

disclaimer : this is a work of fiction, made only for entertainment purposes and in no way or form should be taken seriously.

“Are you fucking serious?” you groaned, “You’re telling me we have to push this thing to the nearest gas station?”

The taller male rolled his eyes at you. Closing the hood of the car (that he did, in fact, steal), he walked over the passenger side window, leaning down to meet your eyes.

“Get in the driver’s seat sweetheart, you’re gonna steer while I push.”

You gave him a look, crossing your arms as you leaned back in your seat.

“You dumbass, what part of ‘I can’t drive’ did you not understand?” you snapped, making him groan.

“(Y/n), you literally just need to keep the damn car straight. It’s so easy, even a fucking kid could do it-”

“Don’t get pissed at me if I crash the car.” you cut him off, getting out of the passenger’s seat. Hanma held back the urge to scoff at you, watching you get into the driver’s seat.

“If you crash the car, I’d be impressed actually,” he called out, walking to the rear end of the car, “You’d have to be a different kind of stupid to-”

“Just push the damn car!”

Your sudden outburst caused a smile to curl at his lips. Placing both hands on the back of the vehicle, Hanma let out a low grunt as he began to push the car forward. While your boyfriend was doing all the heavy work, you kept two sweaty palms on the wheel. You’d never driven a car in your life, and even though you weren’t exactly driving the car, your nerves were still on full alert.

“Babe, the car’s going left. Steer it to the right a bit more- Oh my fucking god, that’s too much!”

Letting out a sigh of frustration, you gripped the wheel harder, trying your best to keep the car straight.

“Maybe if you just got gas at the last stop, like I told you to, we wouldn’t have to be dealing with this.”

If Hanma didn’t love you so much, he would’ve tossed you on the side of the road and left you stranded, but because he liked you a little too much, and because of the fact that the car literally had no gas left, he couldn't drive off without you.

“Just keep the wheel straight (Y/n). Don’t move it, just keep it straight.”

“I am. Now please shut up, your voice is making me nervous.”

Legs burning, and arms starting to ache, Hanma shook his head at you as he continued to move the car, a small grin on his face.

You remembered during your first few days on the run with Hanma, your phone blew up with phone calls from your parents, threatening that if you didn’t drag your ass home, they’d get the police involved. One night in particular, your delinquent boyfriend was not having it. The coolant on his bike needed to be replaced, which he obviously couldn’t afford to buy at the moment, and he fought tooth and nail, and perhaps threatened the front desk manager a little, to get a motel room for the two of you so you wouldn’t have to sleep on the streets that night.

Hanma was tired, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you close, and just sleep. Unfortunately he couldn’t do that when your phone kept going off every five minutes. Groaning when he felt you remove yourself from him to grab your phone, he rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with one of his arms.

“Is that your dad again?” he asked, his voice tired and groggy.

“Mmhmm.” you hummed, feeling just as tired.

“Well tell him to cut that shit out. I’m fuckin’ tired, wanna sleep..” he mumbled before turning back to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you towards him again.

When you set your phone back onto the nightstand and wrapped your arms around him, cradling his head into your chest, he let out a low hum. With his ear pressed against your chest, he could hear the slow and steady beating of your heart. The sound of it, plus your soft breathing, slowly lulled him back to sleep.

That is, until your phone rang again.

“For fucks sake.” he muttered underneath his breath before he sat up.

Yanking your phone off it’s charger, he kicked the blankets off his body and stalked over to the balcony. Opening the doors, he glared at your dad’s contact name glowing on the screen before hitting the decline button. With a swing of his arm, he chucked your phone out into the dark night.

You watched him with lidded eyes, before realization washed over that your boyfriend literally just threw your phone out the balcony.

“Shuji, what the hell?!” you exclaimed, rubbing your tired eyes. Before you could get out of bed and attempt to walk out of the motel building to retrieve your phone, Hanma sauntered back over to the bed and threw his body over you. Wrapping two long arms around your waist, he nuzzled into your neck as he used his body to keep you pinned down.

“I’ll get you another one, promise,” he muttered into your skin, “For now, I just wanna sleep..”

You were about to push him off and give him a piece of your mind for throwing your phone out, but when you felt his slow breathing spread across your skin, and his arms tightening around your frame, you sighed, figuring that this could be dealt with in the morning. Threading a hand through his hair, you kissed the side of his head before you allowed yourself to fall asleep.

“Shuji, I don’t know about this..” you said, voice shaking with hesitation.

“C’mon babe, it’ll be easy,” Hanma held your hands in his large ones, “All you have to do is just walk in, take all you can grab and run back out here. I’ll make sure no one chases after you, all you have to do is run as fast as you can back to the car.”

“But Shuji, this is my workplace.”

It’s been a few weeks, and you and Hanma had run out of a few supplies during your little trip. Standing across the street from a small general store, you nervously bit your bottom lip as you stared up at your boyfriend.

“Well you won’t be working here for much longer babe,” a smirk on his lips, “Come on, we need food for the road. I don’t want ya to starve.”

Your chest pounded, the sound ringing in your ears. Were you really contemplating this? If it were you from a year ago, you would’ve scolded yourself for even thinking about stealing anything. It was crazy, and ridiculous, and it went against your own personal morals.

“(Y/n).” you blinked away all the thoughts flooding your mind and looked up to see Hanma’s honey colored eyes, staring back at you. A sly grin graced his handsome face, his hands slid up to gently rub your arms. And when he leaned in to press a kiss to your forehead, that was the boost of confidence you needed to walk into the general store before you.

When you and Hanma entered through the doors, you spotted your coworker, sitting at the checkout counter. You adjusted the hood of Hanma’s sweater over your head, making sure that your face was decently covered. Hanma pulled down the hat he was wearing and motioned you with his eyes that he’d go around to the isle on his left.

Rounding the isle to your right, you made sure that you were out of sight, before ducking down and opening your now empty backpack. Checking again, to make sure you weren’t being watched, you began stuffing the bag. Snacks, extra phone chargers, drinks, painkillers, whatever you could get your hands on. Just as you finished zipping up the backpack, a voice called out to you.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?!”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and before you could say anything, you felt a hand wrap around your own and you felt your body being pulled in the opposite direction.

Hanma tugged on your hand until you were in front of him. Placing both hands on your shoulders, he gently pushed you forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“I’ll meet you at the car.” he winked at you before softly nudging you towards the exit of the store. Without a glance back, you ran as fast as your legs could carry you, adrenaline rushing through your veins. Your lungs started to burn and your legs felt weak as you rounded the corner of a building where Hanma parked the car that he craftily stole— so that living his life as a fugitive with you would be easier, was his reasoning.

You opened the door to the passenger side and nearly threw yourself into the seat. Shutting the door closed, you took a moment to catch your breath. Whatever high you were on, began to dial down and the reality of what you just did finally started to settle in. Not even a few seconds later, the door to the driver’s side opened, and your boyfriend slid into the seat, sticking the key into the ignition, the engine revving into life.

“(Y/n), seatbelt.”

You looked at him as if he grew another head, “We just stole a shit ton of stuff from my workplace, and you’re worried about my seatbelt? Fucking drive, Shuji. We need to-”

Clicking his tongue, Hanma cut you off by leaning over you to grab your seatbelt, stretching it over your body. As soon as he clicked it in, he put his hand on the gear, shifting it from ‘park’ to ‘drive’, then slammed his foot on the accelerator.

As you sped off, you saw a figure in the rear view mirror. Looking back, you watched as your coworker, raised a fist at the two of you, most likely cursing up a storm. When you could no longer see him, you faced forward again watching as Hanma drove down the street, weaving in and out of traffic like a maniac.

It was probably safe to say that you, indeed, would probably not be working at that store anymore.

Coming out from the bathroom with a towel around his neck, Hanma was greeted with the sight of you on the motel bed, clad in one of his t-shirts.

“Hey handsome.” you smiled at him.

“Hey beautiful.” he grinned.

Tossing the towel to some random corner in the room, he made his way to the bed, plopping down to rest his head on your lap. His damp hair felt cold on the skin of your bare legs, and you gently brushed away a few strands that covered his eyes.

“How are you feeling?” you asked him, your voice laced with concern. Before the two of you finally reached a gas station, Hanma had been pushing the car for a solid two and half hours. There was no doubt that his arms and legs were in pain from all the strain. When you saw him collapse to the ground when you finally pulled up to a gas pump, your heart nearly dropped at the sight.

It was a little off brand for you to see your boyfriend in such a state, when all he’s ever shown you was his strong and wild side. So when you saw him on the ground, face scrunched up in pain, and his body covered in sweat, a strong feeling of worry washed over you.

“I’m tired as fuck, and I’m sore all over” he answered, taking your hand that was brushing his hair. Pressing a kiss to your fingers, he held your hand to his cheek, “I’m glad that shit’s finally over.”

“Just sleep babe,” you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “You deserve it.”

A smirk spread on Hanma’s lips as he gazed at you with tired, lidded, eyes.

“Kiss me again.” he grinned, licking his lips.

Letting out a soft snort, you rolled your eyes before leaning down to press your lips against his. His hand made its way to the back of your head, angling your head slightly as he playfully nipped at your bottom lip. You pulled away, chuckling at his disappointed expression. Placing a hand on his cheek, you watched him with fond eyes as he leaned into your touch.

“Sleep, Shuji,” you whispered, “Please?”

“Mmkay,” he muttered, adjusting himself so that he was lying next to you, “But only cause you asked so nicely.”

Bringing you into his arms, like how he does every night when the two of you are getting ready to sleep, he kisses the top of your head, the sound of your soft sigh filling his ears and the feeling of your warmth bringing him a sense of comfort.

If Hanma were to be honest with himself, he almost didn’t tell you, all those months ago, that he was gonna be on the run for a while. A small part of him thought he should just leave you with a half-assed note, telling you that whatever his last minute plans to run away were, was for the best, and for you to not worry or go looking for him. However, the bigger part of him thought that what if there was a chance, although small, that you’d go with him?

At that point, you and him had been dating for a couple months or so, but he wasn’t sure if you’d just drop everything for him, throw away your life for him. It’s not like you were running away with him for some spontaneous road trip adventure, like how he’d often see in those cheesy romance movies you watched from time to time.

You’d be running away with him because he was on the run from people. After Kisaki's death, he knew there were going to be people after him, especially members from Toman. He couldn’t really afford to be parading around on the streets freely anymore, and running away with him meant risks for you too. You’d be in danger, a direct target for his enemies, and although he had faith in his abilities to keep you safe, he didn’t know if you were willing to risk that much— to go that far.

So when you showed up to his doorstep, a backpack slung over your shoulders, his poorly written goodbye note crumpled in your hand, and tears running down your face, he was rendered speechless. And sure he got a solid slap to his face that night, but that was weak in comparison to the joy that swelled in his chest as he felt your arms around his waist and your chest pressed against his back.

Driving way past the speed limit down the streets of Tokyo on his motorbike, Hanma smiled as he felt you lean into him from behind. He didn’t tell you that night, and he thinks he probably never will, thanks to his damned pride, but he’s really happy that you chose him in the end.

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