#appreciate what your body is able to do for you

[transagainstautogynephiles]

This is a rant, but I’m honestly fed up with people blaming this shit on gender abolitionists.

As a trans person who doesn’t associate with the trans movement cause of shit like this, this is the world that TRAs want. They want to be seen as a man instead of a masculine woman, regardless of their biology. To do this they will be throwing butch women under the bus. Since they persist with pushing this ideology that masculinity makes them a man and femininity makes them a woman, the subtext of their ideology clearly displays that this is an okay sacrifice for them to make if it means cementing trans ideology in mainstream social values. They act upset and surprised because of their cognitive dissonance. At least they can see that the result of their ideology is bad, but of course instead of holding their ideology accountable for its issues they’re projecting their outrage on to the group that was telling them this was going to happen from making masculinity=man and femininity=woman and disregarding sex based issues.

Being trans, hating your body or how people perceive your body, and wanting to change sex to disassociate from yourself is a mental health condition, and people who are gnc should be themselves without transing themselves. The modern transness has become a social contagion and it’s making a trend and mockery of a mental health issue I wish I didn’t have. I wish I could be a gnc woman and not try to pass as a man, but I can’t stand the thought of myself as a woman. I wouldn’t wish my mental health issues on any butch woman and I don’t appreciate maintsream trans ideology pushing the whole egg thing and pushing people into something that is essentially a dissociative disorder.

The TRAs want to maintain the gender hierarchy not dismantle it, cause if they dismantle it then what would they transition to if they don’t get surgery? If there is no gender for them to transition between and your sex didn’t determine your gender(personality, self presentation, and stereotypes) then they’d feel lost and hate either not having something to help them disassociate from their bodies or not being able to social signal that they’re progressive and give themselves a community just by slapping on neopronouns or wacky clothes. It makes sense since a lot of them including myself are autistic and struggle with finding community, but this is a harmful route to take and throws gnc people under the bus for selfish reasons. There are plenty of other ways to find and make communities, but instead they choose to trample on issues of sex based oppression and the oppression of same sex attraction to make themselves feel valid.

TRAs told lesbians to be attracted to gender presentation and pronouns, not sex. TRAs deny sex based attraction and sex based oppression. Of course the society that has bent over backwards to accommodate the trans movement now treats someone aesthetically masculine as a man (or for conservatives, a woman they can now claim is a man to shun her), cause that’s what you’ve been preaching. They are playing by TRA rules. Of course those conservatives are gonna align with the aspects of your ideology that benefit them, like using it as an excuse to kick butch lesbians out of womens spaces.

There is no material difference between a butch and a trans-man unless there’s been surgery, which TRAs say isn’t necessary for someone to be trans (while also saying, “but if the trans people don’t get surgery they’ll kill themselves!”). If someone can be officially trans without surgery and there’s no material reality difference between butch and trans, then by TRA logic the conservatives can think that being butch makes you a man because, masculinity = presenting as a man in the gendercult. Conservatives are playing by your rules and kicking “a man” out of the women’s restrooms, this is where mainstream trans ideology leads society to.

I wish the trans community would please let gnc people be themselves and stop calling them transphobes or terfs when they don’t play along with the mental gymnastics of denying sex based issues. I wish they wouldn’t push gender ideology on them with the consequences of being shunned or sent rape and death threats if they don’t give in to their disillusionment. It’d be great if they let real trans people who struggle with dysphoria get help for their mental issues without being pushed further into the disassociation by therapists who are trying to maintain gender roles and the status quo. They gotta stop saying that they’re trans because they like being masculine or because they like being feminine, just be gnc, and stop making more gender boxes for people to fit into, abolish it all and work towards getting rid of the hierarchy. Gender critical people would be able to fight back against this shit that the conservatives pull if TRAs weren’t constantly undermining feminist gender critical people and gender abolition progress. I’m just tired of this shit honestly.

As a trans person i look forward to the next millennia where we have abolished the patriarchy and abolished the gender hierarchy that it uses to oppress women. It’ll be a long road ahead with the gender supporters constantly upholding this shit.

[sweetdispatch]

hi love! would you be able to do “don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol.” and “this is the part where you’re meant to kiss me.” with Mcbain cleaning him up after a fight (possibly at a bar after a guy wouldn’t leave his girlfriend alone)

Apologise to your mother - J. McBain

masterlist pairing: Jack McBain x fem!reader summary: You and Jack went to grab couple drinks but one guy harassed you which lead Jack to fight for you warning: swear words, injuries, mentions of fight

This was supposed to be a quiet night with Jack. You two went out for a couple drinks to celebrate the first season in Utah and start the holiday. This was a tradition for both of you after the last game to get drunk without any worries about the next day. You and Jack had been smiling, laughing and kissing the whole night and acted like only two of you were in the bar.

“I’m going to the bathroom and we can continue the party back in our place” You whispered into his ear and Jack smirked. 

“I’ll go and pay and we can go home” Jack replied. When you stood up, you felt his hand on your ass. 

“Someone's excited” You joked. 

“Can’t help it that I have such a hot girlfriend” Jack said and kissed you. 

You went to the bathroom completely unaware that another guy was following you. When you were ready to leave the room and go to meet with Jack again, this guy pinned you to the wall. You were scared but acted tough trying not to show him the fear. 

“You’re hot. I bet I can treat you better than the dick you were spending time with” He told you and you rolled your eyes. 

“This dick is my boyfriend and now excuse me, but I need to go” You tried to leave but his hands were next to your head. 

“No need to rush. He doesn’t deserve you if he lets you walk alone” He told you and you tried to catch a breath. You felt suffocated. 

“Please, just leave me alone. I don’t want you” You told him with a pleading voice. 

“But I want you” He leaned to kiss you but you turned your head and his lips met your cheek. You felt dirty by his touch. “We can do it nice way or rough way pretty girl” You felt his hand going through your hair. Tears were spilling from your eyes. 

“How about you let her the fuck alone?” You heard a voice behind this guy and you immediately recognised Jack’ voice. 

“Back off dude, she’s mine. Find another whore to fuck” The guy said unaware who’s behind him. 

“She’s her own person, asshole. She doesn’t have an owner and even if she was, she would be my because you see…” Jack grabbed roughly his shoulder and forced him to face him. “She’s my girlfriend. Now get lost and apologise to your mother for treating women like that” 

“Dude, you’re the one who let her walk like a cheap slut around the bar. She looks like she’s ready to jump at any dick here. Are you sure she’s yours?” He said and before you could react, Jack’s fist met the guy’s face. 

You froze in the spot watching how Jack and the guy were fighting. After a couple seconds, you realised what happened and tried to stop Jack. You placed your hands on his shoulder, trying to rip him from the guy but he was in trance. Everything happened so quickly. The guys were separated from each other by the security. They were screaming at each other. Jack grabbed your hand and walked you from the bar.

You didn’t know what to say. Your head was empty, trying to process what you just witnessed. You looked at Jack and saw the blood coming from his nose and swollen lip. You squeezed his hand in a gesture of appreciation. He looked at you and saw your panicked eyes that you tried to cover with a smile. He pulled you closer to his body and threw his hand on your shoulder. 

When you walked into your house, immediately you told him to sit on the chair in the kitchen. You grabbed the first aid kit and walked to him. You looked at him and for the first time since the fight you spoke to him. 

“Thank you for standing up for me” You said quietly and put sanitizer on the cotton pad. 

“No need to thank me. I’ll always do this to protect you” Jack told you and you put the cotton pan on his nose. “Son of a bitch” He screamed when you started cleaning his face from the dried blood. 

“Don’t be such a baby, it’s just rubbing alcohol. It’s not the first time you have it on your scars” You told him and Jack smiled. He was glad that you still got jokes on you. “Are you feeling alright?” 

“I think so. I don’t know really, I’m still trying to process what the hell happened in the bar” You threw the cotton pad into the trash and grabbed a band-aid. “But the fight was unnecessary” 

“I won't let anyone disrespect you like that. He didn’t understand words so I needed to teach him a lesson” Jack told you and you placed the band-aid on the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you for that baby” You caressed his cheek and looked at him with love in your eyes. You were grateful to call him your boyfriend. 

“This is the part where you’re meant to kiss me” Jack told you and you laughed softly. 

“I don’t want to kiss your swollen lip because I don’t want to cause you any pain” You said and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“You could never cause me any pain now please, kiss me. Your kisses are the best medicine” Jack begged you with soft eyes. 

You only shook your head and placed a kiss on his lips. Jack deepened the kiss when you tried to pull from him. Your head was spiralling with thoughts about this night but the only thing you were sure about was how much you love Jack.

[mal0nneiiii]

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started watching soul eater again, and then i had a thought: weapon sans and a meister reader. until he'd met you, sans had no luck being paired with a meister. he was described to be uncooperative and lazy with everybody who paired with him. he constantly slept during lectures. he didn't even show up for exams! many believed that he couldn't even transform into a weapon because he just... wouldn't. nobody had ever seen his weapon form. in all honesty, he hated the idea of being someone's tool to use. he especially didn't like the idea of being a weapon for a human. just because monsters and humans were now working together against a common enemy, didn't mean he had to like them. he could care less what those flesh bags thought of him. he won't let it get to him, not so long as he keeps that toothy smile on his skull. you and your weapon had begun to drift apart. even after countless months spent in training trying to match soul-wavelengths like you used to, nothing about your relationship with one another seemed to improve. and it had finally taken its toll. you had been just a handful of SOULs away from making your partner a fully-fledged death scythe, but after an incident that puts your mission in jeopardy, you finally call it quits and break things off. as you sat on the steps of the DWMA, head in your hands and tears in your eyes, you begin to wonder if it was ever worth it. everything you've been working for... everything you've known.. was it all just a waste?

a night out in death city helps take your mind off things.

the bar is a little hole in the wall, run by a fire monster you learn is named "grillby." and the skeleton sitting beside you is apparently a frequent customer of his. you had asked him to pass the ketchup to garnish your fries.. only for them to be swimming in the condiment seconds later and him snickering quietly at your expense. there's something about this monster that allows you to let your guard down, remove that mask of perfection that your last partner demanded of you. but with him.. this total stranger, you feel seen for the first time. you are unaware that the monster sitting beside you is actually a weapon. an infamous monster who has a reputation of getting along poorly with humans.

sans never imagined he'd actually enjoy the company of a human, much less a meister. he's found them all quite easy to read, like picking up a picture book and flipping through it. blatant emotion written all over their fleshy faces. sans was well aware of who you were the moment you started trying to chat it up with him. you were no different, but there was a realness about you he appreciated. you wore your heart on your sleeve, something he couldn't stand the thought of doing and simultaneously respected you for being able to do. plus, you did have a nice laugh... you and sans grow considerably close over the course of a few months. you've effectively wormed your way into his SOUL and you have no intent on letting go anytime soon. and for whatever reason, sans is letting it happen. nobody knows how you did it, but you managed to get sans "i hate humans" serif to open up to you.

♡

it's a late night as sans walks you back home after the usual meetup at grillby's. you're both shooting the shit, laughing obnoxiously and playfully rib-ing one another for awful jokes when it comes out of nowhere. hollow pinprick eyes, an inky black body writhing in the shadows. a gaping mouth, full of wickedly sharp white teeth.

you and sans recognize what it is immediately. a ghoul. an entity fueled by its own greed, feasting on the SOULS of monsters and humans alike. on its way to becoming an incredibly powerful creature called a kishin. and then, it would be unstoppable.

your first instinct is to protect him.

you grab his arm and dash out of the path of incoming claws, high-tailing it down towards the town square in hopes that a more experienced meister and their weapon might be nearby. you don't have your weapon.. and as far as you're aware, sans can't transform. even if he did, you wouldn't be able to handle him efficiently. you're completely and utterly fucked in a situation you used to be able to handle with ease. you're useless. the ghoul swipes its claws again and sends you two skidding across the pavement.

you can taste blood in your teeth.

he has a crack above his left socket.

sans feels his SOUL plummet as he spots your crumpled form on the ground. it makes him feel sick. in the time that you two have come to know one another, he got attached. against his will, he found himself craving more time with you. wanting late nights like these to last just a little bit longer. enjoying good food and laughs. he can't afford not care to anymore.

not when the life of somebody he cares about is in peril.

"do ya trust me?!" "What?!"

a boney hand extends itself toward you. "do. you. trust. me?!"

you've never heard him sound so desperate before. the look in his eye lights.. his hand stretched towards you. it scares you. not much rattles a guy like sans. the ghoul rears its head and shrieks.

your hand reaches out.

within a blink of an eye, sans suddenly vanishes from his spot. he reappears again in front of you, clasping your hand in both of his. the eye socket with the crack over flickers an ethereal shade of blue and yellow. and then, a flash of that same color of light. a familiar sensation crawls up your spine, tugging at the very culmination of your being. a strong, overwhelming desire to protect protect prOTECT PROTECT PROTECT that meshes with your own. you feel it stronger now as your hands instinctively close around something. something sturdy and bitingly cold, sending a slight sting through your palms.

his magic is so cold it nearly burns you.

but you could never forget the feeling of a weapon in your hands. you open your eyes to see his handle in your grasp, a sleek white in color and sculpted to resemble a bone. the head of the weapon looks like the top half of an animal skull (it doesn't look like any animal you've seen, but it vaguely reminds you of a canine or a dragon). a striking blue pupil stares back at you from its socket. a sleek curved blade designed to hack and slash through whatever came its way.

sans's weapon form was beautiful. and equally deadly.

"..Sans?" his voice rings out in the wavelength, loud and clear. "i'm here, buddo. let's get this show on the road, yeah?"

your hands tighten their hold on the handle. the chill of his magic burns your skin with how cold it is. the only thing keeping it from being any worse is the somewhat uneasy SOUL bond you two have managed to form. it isn't perfect by any means, but if it helps you two survive this, then who the hell cares? the wind is howling..

you can feel your SOUL pounding in tandem with his. your hands grip his handle tighter as the ghoul charges toward you both with a howl, ready to consume you in its gaping maw. his azure tinted blade glints in the silvery moonlight. dangerous, precise. you steel your nerves. "Let's go."

[ki-kink]

I got a suitcase with some sports and beach clothes. but there are skin care products too. I don't know what to do with the stuff

You have to take a close look, there are also the documents for a cheap all-inclusive vacation in the Dominican Republic. Give it a chance. And let's be honest: we can all do with a vacation.

You put on the tracksuit from the suitcase for the flight. Looks a bit silly on your untrained body. But it still looks good on you. The guy at baggage check-in at the airport is smiling at you, almost suggestively. And on the flight, the flight attendants almost fight to be allowed to serve you. Shit, this low-cost carrier is tight. Especially in the shoulder area… You're constantly bumping into the person sitting next to you. But the fact that your knees are rubbing against each other is obviously your neighbor's intention. At some point over the Mid-Atlantic Ridge, he asks you if you've ever heard of the Mile High Club. You grin at him and go to the airplane toilet.

It's humid in Punta Cana. You strip right at the baggage reclaim belt. The climate is just about bearable in shorts and a tank top. A few guys who look like students on their way to spring break whistle appreciatively. You let your pecs do a little dance for them.

Luckily, the guys are in the same hotel as you. One of them has half a bottle of rum left over from duty free. The bus ride to the hotel is a long one. You should be able to have fun with the boys. The hotel is a dump, but you expected that. But it's all about drinking, partying and sex at night and chilling out on the beach by day.

You have a bit of a hangover from the welcome night. One of the guys comes up to you. Asks if he can put sun cream on you. You say that you think he would be a lifesaver. You're not sure which of the sun creams would be better. If he could tell you which one would feel better to massage your chest muscles with. Shit, that bulge in his Speedos looks painful!

[quinloki]

Well since you said 2nd asks are ok.....

I got begging, licking and threesome for Izou, Beckman and just because I feel he deserves more love Buggy 😁 pretty please.

Hahahaha, I love this! Izou and Beckman have similar vibes to me, and then in come Buggy \o/ Clown Prince of Chaos \o/

Just throwing all the vibes into disarray XD

But alright, Begging, Licking, and Threesomes, let's do this =3

Benn Beckman:

Begging - Yes - Gods he wants you to beg for him. Maybe not all the tears, but definitely the whimpered, stuttering babble of someone who is entirely too edge or overstimmed or exhausted to manage much of anything else.

He wants to feel your fingers tremble against his arms, your legs shake uncontrollably against his thighs. Watching the desperation in your eyes as you beg him to stop, or beg him for permission to cum. He wants to know just how specific you can, what you want from him, and how you want it.

There's praise to be earned on the other side of that begging, and he wants to reward you well.

Licking - Sure - Beckman would rather use his hands, I think, but he's not against licking you. Certainly not against letting you lick him. It's just not much of a kink for him.

There are certainly places he'll use his tongue, and places he's happy to let you use yours, but no one really refers to those actions as *licking* XD But if you want him to lick you, or have him let you lick him, he's alright with it.

Threesomes - Yes - He's here for it. He's not as gungho about it as Shanks gets, but he's certainly not against it. It'll be your call for who the 3rd is, Beckman's not concerned with it, and whoever it is he'll still be able to maintain some control.

Even if it's captain. Or maybe especially when it's hit captain xD

(Beckman/Marco/Reader when? Crocodile/Beckman/Reader-- ahem).

Buggy:

Begging - Yes - He's good at it. Hell, he's GREAT at it - I don't think he's necessarily good at it because he enjoys it XD I think it's just a matter of survival.

That said, I do think he appreciates getting you to beg. He maybe doesn't get to terribly into it because he can't shake his own connection to the act.

Now, that said, a darker/eviler Buggy definitely enjoys making you beg him. He probably uses it as a way to forget his own particular short comings (real or imagined) and gets pretty flashy with it. Closer to a FUCK Yes at the very least.

Licking - Yes - He's not overly enthusiastic about it, but he's not against it. I think the preference is for YOU to lick him, more than the other way around.

The idea that he detaches his tongue and just wiggles it around you probably amuses him. He's not going to complain if you kiss and lick him randomly, he'll take some body worship, but I think he's a bit impatient in the bedroom. He wants that tongue somewhere else.

Threesomes - ✨Situational✨ - I don't think Buggy likes sharing in any real capacity. He might enjoy showing you off by pushing the boundaries of public sex and/or just taking you in the middle of his circus, but he doesn't like Sharing.

But I also see him ending up in situations where he's being shared.

And I'm not just talking about the possibilities of the Cross Guild, but I can also see him "Flashily" surrounded by ladies. (I mean, I mostly imagine said reader being sure he's surrounded because it's flashy, but the point is it happens). Buggy can't help but enjoy the attention, and he's not saying no to any hanky panky XD

But that also makes him a little more amenable to the idea of a threesome. He still doesn't like sharing though.

Izou:

Begging - Oh god you don’t even know - Oh you're going to beg for him, pretty flower, you can count on that. You'll beg him to spank you, you'll beg him to stop. You'll beg him to let you cum, you'll beg him to stop forcing you to orgasm.

You'll beg sweetly and softly, you'll beg with tears streaming down your face. You'll beg as he fucks the air out of your lungs, and beg while you're choking on his cock.

He'll move your hair aside so he can see you all the better while you do your best.

He'll ease you into the idea so sweetly that soon you'll be begging him to make you beg.

Licking - Sure - Licking or getting licked, he's okay with it. Well, he's more than *okay* with it, but it's not much of a kink for him. He loves the taste of you sure, but he'd rather have his tongue between your lips while his hands wander your body, than he would enjoy licking your body.

He's not against you licking him, but meandering hands and soft kisses are more alluring to him over all.

(I feel like I need to say I do think there are characters into Licking, just maybe not these three so much XD )

Threesomes - FUCK Yes - While I think he likes to stay in control of who is coming into things with you, he also wants to be sure it's someone you're comfortable having come into things. He's not going to just bring someone in mid-session or anything like that.

But he'll notice when your eyes linger on someone, and he'll handle the, er, negotiations for the most part. It's fun when you know he's talking to someone about letting them fuck you, without you being a part of it, and then seeing that person casually on the ship and trying not to get flustered thinking about it.

That part is almost more alluring to him than when the actual time of the threesome shows up.

How May I Kink Your Head Canon?

[runforthestars]

Moon Smoke

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x male!childhood bestfriend reader

Summary: Something, something, animagus

A/N: Can’t tell if I cooked or just microwaved with this one chat

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A chilly gust of wind swirled by, howling it’s song across the moon soaked lands while taking no notice of the two figures trekking against it across the small field below. Looming clouds housing rain and lighting clung to it’s tail, slowly blotting out the light of the half-moon and bringing with them a ground shaking thunder as the sky grumbled its grievances with the world.

“Are you sure we have to do this tonight?” Draco’s voice piped up from behind you, bordering on a pitch higher than normal as he quickly dove into his complaints before you had a chance to respond. “I couldn’t sleep properly last night because of Lorenzo’s snoring and when I finally did I woke up with a headache.”

“I think Berkshire must’ve broken the sound barrier, or at least one of my ear drums. And you know what? That Pomfrey lady said nothing was wrong with me, as if she knows my body better than I do! Honestly, it was completely unprofessional and furthermore—”

When Draco stopped for a split second to take a breath in, you snatched up the opportunity, forcing your way into the one sided conversation.

“Draco. I’m going to have to stop you right there. While I’d rather re-take Snape’s NEWTs class than have to walk back drenched and possibly with the humiliation of being able to shift into something stupid—we’ve already finished all of the requirements, and tonight’s the first storm we’ve had in over a month.” You finished the short rant just in time to pause at the very edge of the Forbidden Forest, turning back give Draco a questioning raised brow.

He’d halted only a few paces behind where you stood, far too close to the tree-line for his liking. The blonde boy’s eyes darted across the intimidating shadow cast by the looming forest, hugging himself in a defensive looking manner while covering his fear with a deep frown.

“I just don’t see why we had to store the potions in the Forbidden Forest, is all,” he spoke in a low voice that gave away his wariness.

Normally, you might’ve teased him for being scared of the woods. But as it was, the spell that Dumbledore had cast to cause ominous groaning voices and shuffling invisible footsteps to come from just beyond the darkness where the eye couldn’t see, was enough to make you a little on edge as well.

Nibbling on your lower lip as your mind raced, your gaze searched the forest ahead silently as if it’d provide an answer. Finally, you stuck out your hand behind you, an offer that Draco took after a moment and a hand slipped into yours.

Glancing back at the soft shuffle of leaves beneath his feet as he joined you, you gave him an appreciative look, though he seemed too busy looking anywhere else to meet you gaze.

Together, the pair of you journeyed onward, seeming to simply disappear into the forest in an instance.

Braving the ominous place was made a little easier for Draco by your mere presence. He cast a glance your way, observing the stern determination and the way you’d occasionally flinch at a noise, only to realize there was nothing there and immediately break into a nervous grin at your own theatrics.

That last one in particular made it difficult for him to remain so miserable, yet he insisted. It was in his nature, after all. There was always something to complain about if you looked for it.

You, however, had always been a constant in his life, the one thing he’d come to rely on always being nearby. Ever since you’d stumbled into each other at one of the Malfoy’s elegant parties when you were much younger, both looking for a place to hide until the boring gathering had come to an end, you’d stuck to each other like magnets, each a comfort for the other in a world that lacked much—if any— comfort.

This particular adventure had been started as so many did with the two of you. You’d seemingly materialized at the end of his bed one Saturday morning like some escaped sleep paralysis demon, dropping onto the mattress to wake him up and beginning to dive into the most appealing aspects of being an Animagus.

“What’s the worst that can happen? If you don’t like your Animagus then we’ll never speak of it again. But if you do then we’ll have a cool advantage over everyone else in our year,” had been your attempt at convincing him.

He’d had to admit, the endless possibility of unique powers and the way you’d downplayed getting some undesirable animal form had been rather appealing. And so it’d began, Draco once again ending up as the plus one to every shenanigan that called to you without exactly being sure of how he’d found himself in the situation to begin with.

Your friends had quickly caught on to the silence from both of you and assumed there was some wager they were unaware of. Mattheo and Blaise in particular had made a game out of the whole thing, trying to outdo the other and get one of you to speak first.

It’d only earned them a handful of particularly nasty glares from Draco when they’d openly complained and insulted the Malfoy name as if he weren’t right in front of them, and multiple pranks deemed as payback from you, defending your friend’s honor. Of course, you would’ve taken any opportunity to mess with them, especially when it was handed to you on a silver platter—but your friends didn’t need to know that.

After waking up with sand in his sheets and hair for the eighth time in a row, Mattheo had stubbornly began stealing a place in Lorenzo or Theo’s beds, before finally giving up the silent competition when the sand seemingly followed him and earned endless complaints from both friends that’d been “victimized by association”, as Lorenzo had put it.

That’d left Blaise the undisputed winner, and his constant quiet smugness got on Matt’s nerves to no end, leaving the two of them to pester each other and leave you and Draco in peace.

“All this trouble better be worth it,” Draco spoke up, as if having read your thoughts.

You hid away a small look of amusement while crouching beside the wide base of one of the many ancient oaks that inhabited the forest. “Well there’s only one way to find out.”

It was then that you revealed the twin potions from the hollow that’d formed naturally under one of the surfaced roots.

Offering Draco his, and murmuring the incantation over your heart a final time, you pulled the lid off the small vial, shooting the boy an excited grin.

“Cheers,” you proclaimed while clinking the vial in your hand against the one Draco held as if they were casual beverages, earning an eye-roll from the other boy even as he followed you to down the potion.

Darkness enveloped your senses, drawing a soft gasp from your lips. A rolling growl that evolved into a vicious yowl filled your ears, a flash of some wildcat darting across your vision before sudden pain overtook your limbs.

You felt the solid earth beneath you, realizing belatedly that you must’ve collapsed before another wave of pain shot pricking numbness throughout your entire body and you were once again incapable of thought.

It was over as soon as it began, and your eyes flickered opened with a start.

While you’d struggled to make out much of your surroundings before, they were now bright and alive. Your eyes picked up on details you’d normally be hard pressed to see even in daylight, breathing in deeply and almost choking in surprise when the many distinct fragrances overwhelmed your senses.

A strained noise left your lungs, surprisingly like the one you’d heard just before collapsing, as you pushed to your feet, noticing you had two more of those than before.

You stood significantly shorter, frozen in place while ears on the top of your head swiveled this way and that, listening to each new sound. You were still trying to take in the sensation overload when a strange noise came from beside you.

Flinching back into a crouch, you were startled to find a white bunch of limbs on the forest floor. Reaching out a hand—no, was that a paw?—for the ivory dragon, you prodded its side before darting back.

Draco, as you now realized, made another odd noise, refusing to get off his back as he was clearly insistent on acting like the bout of brief but sharp pain had been the doing in of him.

Now that it’d occurred to you, you couldn’t help but scoff—a sound that came out as a cat-like chuff—and shove a heavy paw against his side again.

“Get up you drama queen,” you attempted to speak, only to look around wildly for the source of the pitchy yowl.

That, at least, was enough to draw Draco to his feet, making hissing and grumbling noises all the while that you could only assume was him muttering curses. Now you saw that he’d taken the form of a dragon, nearly the height of a medium sized dog.

Ice grey eyes met yours, quickly widening in surprise as the gravity of the situation caught up with him and you offered a sharp fanged grin.

While you weren’t entirely sure what exact species you were, you knew enough to know you were a large wild cat of some kind.

Maybe a lynx, or a caracal, something that stood taller than Draco, at least.

Seemingly abundant energy coursed through you now, causing you to slyly drop into a crouch, hindquarters wiggling on their own accord as Draco’s only warning before he was bowled over and sent rolling.

He struggled and snapped his jaws shut angrily, pulling his way out of your hold and standing tall, head turning to peer over his new body with growing interest.

His bat like wings opened fully then snapped shut, and when he turned to look back at where you were waiting, he couldn’t help holding his head a little higher.

A majestic dragon, the same creature his name was derived from.

Draco pranced in a half-circle around you, striking a proud pose that drew a strange trilling noise from you. He was offended to realize that it was laughter, snorting an angry puff of smoke before diving at you, intent on revenge.

The night carried out in a thrilling adventure, both of you forgetting any wariness or dislike for the rain that pelleted down on your backs as you raced through the underbrush—or in Draco’s case, glided above it to avoid mud staining his pristine new scales.

By the time the pair of you caught up with reality, the sun was peaking through the trees, cutting through the smallest gaps in leaves to slowly light the forest.

The rest of the group were in for a surprise. After you and Draco having been missing all night, you now appeared in the Great Hall, a handful of minutes late for breakfast and leaning heavily on each other for support in a fit of laughter and something one of you had said, still drunk of the adrenaline racing through your veins.

You stood out in particular. Tie partially undone and hanging lower, sleeves rolled up messily while tracking in mud from your shoes.

Draco was more put together, having managed to retain an air of elegance even with a shirt still damp from the rain and his tie and outer robes missing, in just the basic button up, slacks, and belt.

Lorenzo was drawn from his attempts to steal Theodore’s book when the two of you dropped into your seats, laughter dying down in the wake of an apparently shared ravenous hunger.

“Hey, no fair— We promised if we ever did any hard drugs we’d do them together,” he declared, clearly hurt at having missed out on the fun.

“Hard drugs? More like surviving an episode of Lost. What’d you do, try camping?” Mattheo snarked, head propped heavily on his hand and lazily tossing a small bit of a biscuit at your face to get your attention.

You grumbled, hurrying down the mouthful of food. “We didn’t do any drugs, or go camping.” How blissfully vague. As you spoke, you noticed an untouched tart on Theodore’s plate. Green apple— one of Draco’s favorites.

Trying your best to be stealthy, you plucked the tart away and slipped it onto Draco’s plate, shrinking under the unamused glare Theo shot your way and quickly looking away with a quiet whistle as if to prove you weren’t doing anything suspicious.

“So… what you’re saying is that you did nothing? Just a normal night? No ventures outside the common room?” Lorenzo questioned, his unyielding curiosity refusing to let the subject go.

“What we’re saying, is that you should mind your own damn business, Berkshire,” Draco declared with a smug tone. He wasn’t denying anything, on the contrary, he seemed to be preening the fact that the two of you had some shared secret. You were always his—of course—but he couldn’t help feeling proud, he had a claim that no one else in the school had over you. Had Lorenzo went through all the trouble to become an Animagus with you? He didn’t think so.

Enzo’s eyes narrowed in good natured suspicion, gaze shifting between the two of you slowly. He caught on to Draco’s motive and suddenly felt just a bit left out, you were his friend too.

“Huh… I heard the Astronomy test coming up is a big part of are grade. I was thinking, you, me, the library and some sweets to make studying bearable,” he offered with a playful grin and wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh uh, we’ll have to postpone it, I already have…” You paused, eyes flickering to Draco for a split second, “plans, tonight.”

Lorenzo, who’d already been preparing to gloat, shrugged instead. He’d of been willing to accept defeat up if Draco hadn’t of grinned, giving the other boy a look as if to say “Hah, I win.”

His features twisted in offense, taken aback. Scanning his surroundings, he found a target he deemed worthy and suddenly wrapped an arm around Mattheo’s shoulder to drag him closer. The shorter boy protested with a plethora of muffled swears, nearly choking on his food in the process. He was quick to elbow Lorenzo repeatedly in the side, shoving him away and only making Berkshire pull him closer.

“That’s all good, Matty and I were going to study together anyway. Isn’t that right Mat—” He words were cut off by a shout when Mattheo, resorting to more desperate measures, bit down on his arm and shook his head like some sort of feral dog.

Lorenzo had instinctively shot back, losing his balance and taking the younger Riddle down to the floor with him, an elbow knocking Theo’s book right out of his hands in the process.

“Well, the pride before the fall, as they say,” Blaise stated, smiling with unabashed humor and Theodore was all to eager to grumble his agreement.

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The rising moon once again found the pair of you out of the castle under the embrace of it’s cold light, both with barley contained excitement while slipping into your newly acquired forms and disappearing into the darkness of the forest.

This time, however, you had a few shadows following in your wake.

“Why are we doing this again?” Lorenzo asked a little too loudly for Mattheo’s liking through a wide yawn, eyes shooting open when a hand clamped over his mouth.

“Shh! Are you trying to give us away?” Mattheo hissed softly.

“It’s a shame you didn’t bring a megaphone, then you could properly announce us to the whole castle and forest,” Theo grumbled as he caught up with them, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“I’ll second Lorenzo’s question. How do you know they even went in there?” Blaise was clearly fed up with them already, arms crossed as if trying to recreate the warmth of his bed that he was severely missing right now as he made a gesture towards the Forbidden Forest ahead, punctuating his inquiry.

Mattheo shot him a glare, grumbling indignantly. “Glad to see all this faith in my leadership tonight.”

“I wasn’t aware you were the leader here,” Theo piped up for no real reason other than spite, sourly recalling the jam still staining the cover of his book from that morning.

Only deigning to answer their questions while on the move, Mattheo started into the forest, the rest of the group reluctantly trailing behind.

“1. I want to know what they’re up to, and 2. I don’t know, I’m just guessing. Besides, if we come across anything dangerous, we can just shove Lorenzo at it and run,” he offered, drawing murmurs of agreement from Theo and Blaise, and sharp flick in the head from Lorenzo.

They were all silenced by the menacing shaking of a tree branch above them as something landed on it.

Lorenzo turned on his heel so quickly that Theo barley had time to catch him by the collar of his shirt and pull him right back to the group before he could abandon ship. “Absolutely not— if I’m stuck here then so are you.”

Enzo struggled against the hold, yet he clearly wasn’t too determined to escape, giving up soon after to let himself be pulled along with them. “But— you heard that too right? There’s monsters in here!”

“Exactly, which is why we need you for the sacrifice when they come for us.” When, not if.

Lorenzo paled, scowling when Theodore finally cracked and let out a quiet laugh. “Veryy funny. It’s a shame you left your career in stand up comedy before you could learn any good jokes.”

Even as he spoke, he began to inch a little closer to the other boy with every step.

A sudden crack of a tree branch and ghoulish yowl sent Lorenzo shooting forward to cling onto Theodore, though it was hard to tell if he was using him for comfort or as a human shield.

“What was that?!”

“How should I know? Whatever it was probably got startled out of it’s sleep by you stomping around and shouting at every little noise. I almost feel bad for it,” Theo declared while trying to peel the other boy off of himself, unsuccessfully at that.

The rapid shaking of the leaves and a higher pitched, drawn out cry of an animal from above made the 4 of them freeze.

“Well, you know, maybe Enzo had the right idea. It is getting kind of late and we have classes tomorrow!” Theodore spoke in one hurried breath, turning back the way they’d come and taking the boy still grasping onto his side with him, like some unwilling commensalism.

This time he was the one getting dragged back, by a very determined Mattheo. “Come on, don’t be a wuss. It’s just some noises!”

Theo’s lips parted to object, only to yelp when the oddest pair of animals he’d ever seen dropped to the forest floor in front of them.

A fake lunge from the wild cat was all it took for Theo and Lorenzo to break apart and bolt for the castle, Blaise not far behind after a moment’s hesitation.

Mattheo squared his shoulders, hands resting on his hips to watch them run like a disappointed parent.

He’d been quick to recognize the mischievous glint reflected in the cat’s eyes and the smug demeanor about the dragon, turning to face the pair now.

His glare flickered between the two of you as he let the silence drag out, the corner of his lips twitching slightly before he finally allowed an excited grin to surface.

“So, you two got any spare Mandrake leaves laying around?”

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[butchpeace]

To the anon – You have to get to the bottom of why you feel the way you do. I transitioned because at the time, I wasn't able to do that. I had learned a bit about radical feminism, but I didn't feel like it really explained why I felt the way I did.

There's very little in the way of radfem resources for women who are (for example) very masculine, gay, or who have mental health issues or neurodivergence.

Maybe there's something you haven't figured out about yourself and your feelings yet. Maybe your thought processes surrounding gender are unhealthy, and you don't realize it yet.

For example, these are some good questions to ask yourself:

What do I think being a "woman" is?

When did I start feeling like I didn't fit into that category, and why?

Have people treated me badly for being female? Have people treated me badly for my gender nonconformity or sexuality?

Do I feel like I'm less of a woman than other women? Why?

If our ideas of what women and men are supposed to be like are created by a patriarchal society, why do they have anything to do with how I identify?

What's stopping me from defining "woman" in a way that includes my personality and life experience?

If journaling and asking yourself these types of questions doesn't stop the thoughts of transition, you may have a mental health issue that causes intrusive or obsessive thoughts.

That's definitely worth exploring with a therapist.

When speaking with a therapist, it's important to approach it from the angle of "I don't want to transition, but I'm having these thoughts about my gender that I want to get to the bottom of". If you suspect you may have an anxiety disorder or obsessive or intrusive thinking patterns, definitely mention that.

Finding the right therapist can be difficult, but I would recommend an older woman, someone who describes herself or her practice as feminist, or a lesbian if you're wlw. They're likely to have different insights than your average therapist, who tend to just "affirm" gender thoughts without digging deeper into why you're having them.

In addition to therapy, taking care of yourself in terms of your general health is also really important. Do you have problems with stress? Do you live in a safe and supportive environment? Do you get enough exercise? Do you have hobbies? It's been my experience that getting yourself more balanced in the general areas of your life can be very helpful for your mental health and can help you appreciate and feel more grounded in your body.

Good luck! I'm sure you'll get to a place where you feel more peaceful in your body and socially if you just give yourself a chance and approach the issue from different angles. Worked for me! 💜

Please hear me out. I'm ftm. I've read tons of feminist literature, I was super into radfem spaces a few years ago. No matter what I do, the thoughts of transitioning keep coming back. I don't want to transition, which is why I'm seeking out terf opinions. What should I do? Any reads you'd recommend? I don't even understand why I feel this way, because I think men are disgusting and I would love to be a woman.

Admittedly I'm not educated enough about that. I don't know if anyone who sees this will have any recommendations but my only advice is to see a therapist, preferably one who's open-minded about these kinds of things.

[moongothic]

Seen a few people too many discuss the concept of Dragodile Baby 2 and my hot take is that there's no way in hell Crocodile would ever detransition just to go through nine months of horrible dysphoria again, let alone go through pregnancy ever again (or allow Ivankov to even touch him, what if they died and weren't able to trans Croc's gender again afterwards? Hell naw, ain't worth the risk)

But this leaves an opportunity for a Funnier Option:

Dragon wants another baby? Sure, but it's his turn to carry it >:)

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[aggravatedanarchy]

Hello Kind Soul 💕

I am trying to evacuate my family from Gaza to safe area to save our lives ASAP 🙏

I Ask if you could support us by share my blog and boost my campaign?

https://www.gofundme.com/f/Stand-With-AlBalawi-Family

If you are generous enough, you can donate any small contribution, it really helps ❤

Of course!

Anyone who can donate, please consider doing so! It looks like they're currently at just under halfway to their goal.

If you're unable to donate, please consider reblogging this so that it might reach someone who can! (And hey, maybe consider reblogging it even if you did!)

Wishing you the best; I don't generally pray, but I will keep you in mine moving forward.

Here's a photo of my cat to hopefully get this more traction (and so I can put this in more tags)

[shyfurby]

Okay the submission has been sent

But I kept thinking about him 👀

[drdemonprince]

The data does not support the assumption that all burned out people can “recover.” And when we fully appreciate what burnout signals in the body, and where it comes from on a social, economic, and psychological level, it should become clear to us that there’s nothing beneficial in returning to an unsustainable status quo. 

The term “burned out” is sometimes used to simply mean “stressed” or “tired,” and many organizations benefit from framing the condition in such light terms. Short-term, casual burnout (like you might get after one particularly stressful work deadline, or following final exams) has a positive prognosis: within three months of enjoying a reduced workload and increased time for rest and leisure, 80% of mildly burned-out workers are able to make a full return to their jobs. 

But there’s a lot of unanswered questions lurking behind this happy statistic. For instance, how many workers in this economy actually have the ability to take three months off work to focus on burnout recovery? What happens if a mildly burnt-out person does not get that rest, and has to keep toiling away as more deadlines pile up? And what is the point of returning to work if the job is going to remain as grueling and uncontrollable as it was when it first burned the worker out? 

Burnout that is not treated swiftly can become far more severe. Clinical psychologist and burnout expert Arno van Dam writes that when left unattended (or forcibly pushed through), mild burnout can metastasize into clinical burnout, which the International Classification of Diseases defines as feelings of energy depletion, increased mental distance, and a reduced sense of personal agency. Clinically burned-out people are not only tired, they also feel detached from other people and no longer in control of their lives, in other words.

Unfortunately, clinical burnout has quite a dismal trajectory. Multiple studies by van Dam and others have found that clinical burnout sufferers may require a year or more of rest following treatment before they can feel better, and that some of burnout’s lingering effects don’t go away easily, if at all. 

In one study conducted by Anita Eskildsen, for example, burnout sufferers continued to show memory and processing speed declines one year after burnout. Their cognitive processing skills improved slightly since seeking treatment, but the experience of having been burnt out had still left them operating significantly below their non-burned-out peers or their prior self, with no signs of bouncing back. 

It took two years for subjects in one of van Dam’s studies to return to “normal” levels of involvement and competence at work. following an incident of clinical burnout. However, even after a multi-year recovery period they still performed worse than the non-burned-out control group on a cognitive task designed to test their planning and preparation abilities. Though they no longer qualified as clinically burned out, former burnout sufferers still reported greater exhaustion, fatigue, depression, and distress than controls.

In his review of the scientific literature, van Dam reports that anywhere from 25% to 50% of clinical burnout sufferers do not make a full recovery even four years after their illness. Studies generally find that burnout sufferers make most of their mental and physical health gains in the first year after treatment, but continue to underperform on neuropsychological tests for many years afterward, compared to control subjects who were never burned out. 

People who have experienced burnout report worse memories, slower reaction times, less attentiveness, lower motivation, greater exhaustion, reduced work capability, and more negative health symptoms, long after their period of overwork has stopped. It’s as if burnout sufferers have fallen off their previous life trajectory, and cannot ever climb fully back up. 

And that’s just among the people who receive some kind of treatment for their burnout and have the opportunity to rest. I found one study that followed burned-out teachers for seven years and reported over 14% of them remained highly burnt-out the entire time. These teachers continued feeling depersonalized, emotionally drained, ineffective, dizzy, sick to their stomachs, and desperate to leave their jobs for the better part of a decade. But they kept working in spite of it (or more likely, from a lack of other options), lowering their odds of ever healing all the while. 

Van Dam observes that clinical burnout patients tend to suffer from an excess of perseverance, rather than the opposite: “Patients with clinical burnout…report that they ignored stress symptoms for several years,” he writes. “Living a stressful life was a normal condition for them. Some were not even aware of the stressfulness of their lives, until they collapsed.”

Instead of seeking help for workplace problems or reducing their workload, as most people do, clinical burnout sufferers typically push themselves through unpleasant circumstances and avoid asking for help. They’re also less likely to give up when placed under frustrating circumstances, instead throttling the gas in hopes that their problems can be fixed with extra effort. They become hyperactive, unable to rest or enjoy holidays, their bodies wired to treat work as the solution to every problem. It is only after living at this unrelenting pace for years that they tumble into severe burnout. 

Among both masked Autistics and overworked employees, the people most likely to reach catastrophic, body-breaking levels of burnout are the people most primed to ignore their own physical boundaries for as long as possible. Clinical burnout sufferers work far past the point that virtually anyone else would ask for help, take a break, or stop caring about their work.

And when viewed from this perspective, we can see burnout as the saving grace of the compulsive workaholic — and the path to liberation for the masked disabled person who has nearly killed themselves trying to pass as a diligent worker bee. 

I wrote about the latest data on burnout "recovery," and the similarities and differences between Autistic burnout and conventional clinical burnout. The full piece is free to read or have narrated to you in the Substack app at drdevonprice.substack.com

[classyrbf]

THIEF IN THE NIGHT! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji broke into your house hoping to steal some jewelry or even find some cash, something quick and easy to make his escape with. But when he found he you in your bedroom, cute panties on, tank top slipping off your shoulders, he knew right then and there he found something much more valuable

INFO...thief!toji x fem!reader, we jumping straight into it, dark content, dub con, fantasy roleplay between toji and reader, reader is sick and twisted just like toji, reader referred to as ‘fleshlight’, rough sex, choking, degradation, finger sucking, hair pulling, toji wearing a ski mask, doggy, full nelson, creampie, reader almost passed out, squirting, free use (?), name calling, anal, spit kink, fucking you in a headlock, a lot of really disgusting shit bc why not, freaky asf y’all pls be warned, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Nnngh! Ah! Ah! Fuck!” You scream into the mattress, your panties ripped and discarded on the floor. His large hand presses your face into the mattress, brutally thrusting into your poor cunt, his dick splitting your open. “Oh my god!” You scream, gripping the wrinkled sheets below you.

“Tight little cunt keeps sucking me right back in,” he cockily smirks, his fingers threading through your hair, harshly pulling your head back. The fabric of his ski mask brushes against your cheek, his heavy breaths hitting your skin. His hips snap against yours, each thrust jolting you forward, the bed creaking under your weight. “You wanna get fucked stupid, don’t you? You’re nothing but a whore. Letting some strange man in a mask fuck you…how pathetic. Did you need to get fucked that bad, huh? Huh?” He mocks you, plunging his fingers in your mouth and pushing them down your throat.

Your eyes are rolling into the back of your skull, barely able to hold yourself up. Your legs are weak, his thick cock plunging in and out of your leaking cunt. You should be terrified, not turned on, not ready to cum, not dripping wet when you think about his cock down your throat . Maybe you really are a slut. You are. You are and you know it. Toji pulls his fingers from your mouth, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing it. The last thing he expects you to do is smile, a mix between giggles and moans leaving your lips. You’re twisted, but fuck does it make his cock throb. “Nasty bitch,” he groans in your ear, choking you harder.

“Mmmm, fuck!” Your teeth catch your lower lip, what feels like electricity shoots through your body, your skin feels like it’s on fire. “Use me. Use me, please,” you whimper, nodding your head at him as if he needed any confirmation to do anything to you. Quickly, he pulls you off his cock, tossing you on the bed like rag doll. His broad chest heaves up and down, staring at your limp and sweaty body, your tank top still halfway on. “Done already? I said fucking use me!” You taunt him. “Come on and fuck me. Fuck me or I’ll do it myself while you watch—”

His hand wraps around your throat again, quickly shutting you up. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. “Wanna get fucked? Right?” He easily tosses you around, pulling you on top of him. He laughs, “don’t fight me now, no, no. I’ll fucking break you.” His arms hook under your knees, pushing your legs so far back that he’s able to lock his hands behind your head. “Can’t get away now.” He angles his cock towards your entrance, positioning you just right as his bulbous head pushes past your folds.

He starts bucking his hips into your poor cunt, bullying each inch inside without remorse. You can’t help but watch his cock reappear and disappear inside of you. “Ah, ah, yes, yes! Fuckkkkk!” Your eyes are rolling back again, his cock pushing up against your sweet spot over and over, dragging against your g-spot. Your pussy squelches around him, juices dripping down his shaft, only making it easier for him to fuck you at such a grueling pace.

“Look at you, can barely talk. So drunk on my cock like a fucking whore.” He sucks in a breath, growling when your pussy clenches around him. He frees one of his hands, reaching down to rub your neglected clit in messy circles.

“Ahhh!” You scream, hips jolting at the added pleasure that makes your toes curl. “Shit, shit, shit!” Stumbles from your mouth, it’s all you can say before you’re squirting all over his cock. Clearly gushes from your cunt, body quivering in his hold. His pace doesn’t falter, still unforgiving and ruthless.

“That right, squirt all over that fucking cock.” He continues to rub your clit, dragging out your orgasm and turning your brain into complete mush. “Wanted me to use you, right? Don’t start crying now.” He huffs, sweat clinging to his skin. He feels that spongy spot inside you, purposely rubbing and thrusting into it, the way you’re crying out is like music to his ears.

“It’s so deeep! Oh my god I’m gonna fucking squirt again!” You’re barely able to catch your breath, body shaking once more as your pussy gushes, soaking Toji’s thighs and your bedsheets. “Nghhh, yes!” You wickedly smile, entranced by how his dick pumps in and out of you.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, pushing flat onto your stomach. His rough hands, grope your ass, spreading it. He gathers his spit, letting it slowly drip from his mouth and right onto your asshole, rubbing it in with his thumb. “Gonna use this pretty little ass all I want.” He smacks your has hard, the sound echoing off your bedroom walls. “Get her all nice and wet. Spread your ass for me.” He orders, and you listen without a second thought. His spit drops on your ass again, smearing it in more. “I ain’t gonna be fucking nice, so cry and scream all you want, I don’t fucking care.” His swollen head prods against your tight hole, pushing against it.

A pained sigh escaped your throat, feeling him stretch you open. “Ah!” You hiss, your face scrunching up. His spits once more, rubbing his tip against your hole before trying again. Once his head pushes through that’s all he needs to slam his cock right into you. “Owwahh,” you cry, gripping the sheets below you, trying to get used to unfamiliar feeling.

“Shut up.” His bicep wraps around your head, essentially putting you in headlock while he fucked you. His hips pressed up against your ass, yet again no remorse in his actions. “Keep your ass spread,” he barks in your ear, gritting his teeth. He chokes you harder, feeling warm drool spill from your mouth and onto his arm. “What a perfect little fleshlight you are,” He lets out a breathy chuckle.

As his cock pistons and out of your ass, your vision slowly starts to fade, on the verge of passing out. You’re barely staying awake, wanting to feel every millisecond of pleasure, greedy to cum and feel every thick inch of his cock. He takes quick notice, watch how your eyes roll back on their own and your body falls limp without you making a sound, he loosens his grip a bit, allowing to breathe. “Don’t you fucking pass out on me.” He smacks your cheek a few times. “Keep that ass spread no matter what!”

Your eyes shoot open, choked out moans barely escaping. Your poor pussy is throbbing, needy for some attention but god does getting fucked in your ass almost feel just as good. Your nails claw at his forearm, needing to grab at anything just to feel some type of stability from his ravaging thrusts. The familiar feeling begins to build up in the pit of your stomach, making it harder to hold back. Are you really going to squirt from getting fucked in the ass? Yes. Once again you’re shaking underneath him, your juices soaking your bedsheets below.

He lets out a good laugh, seeing your cunt clench around nothing as you cum. “Look at that, cumming from getting fucked in the ass…dirty slut.” He removes his arm from around your head, your screams and moans more audible as your face falls into the mattress. “That’s right, fucking scream.” He pushes your head down, baring his teeth while he fucks you like a wild animal.

“Please! Please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, your mind is scrambled, high off lust. Maybe you were begging for him to fuck your cunt again. You weren’t quite sure. All you know is that you needed him, needed his cock. It’s what consumed you right now. “Please, put it back in my pussy! Oh god!”

In one swift movement he flipped you onto your back, slipping his cock from inside you. “Beg. Beg like you fucking mean it.” He holds your hands above your head, running his cock up and down between your folds, nudging against your swollen clit.

“Nnngh, please put it inside my pussy again. I wanna feel you, I wanna feel your thick cock inside me, stretching me. I need you to cum in me, fill me up completely. Ruin me.” Those last two words were all he needed to hear from your pretty lips. His cock filled you up all once, earning a cry from you. He began moving at a rapid speed, hands latching onto your hips, pulling you onto his cock. You looked up at him through thick lashes, fighting the urge to pull his mask off and see who was really under there, but you didn’t. “Kiss me,” you said barely above a whisper.

His lips crashed onto yours, hungry, messy, needy, sloppy. Your tongues swiped against each other, pulling back and lolling out your tongue for him to spit on. He gladly did so before pulling you back in for the kiss, biting at your lower lip. His thrusts grew sloppier with more need, his orgasm approaching quicker than he anticipated. “Ohhhh, fuckkkk,” he drawled, focusing on the way your wet cunt squeezed around him. He quickly pushed your legs back, mounting you and putting you into a mating press, an optimal position for creampies. “Take all this fucking cum,” he snarled, slamming his hips into you one last time before his spurts of his cum painted your walls.

“Yes!” You smiled, giggling as you watch his head fall forward, his abs flexing and body twitching the longer it lasted. You gasped, “I can still feel it going.” A lazy smile tugged at the corner of your lips, jaw falling slack when he slowly pulled out of you. Heavy breathing heard from you both, the smell of sex and sweat in the air.

He watched as it slowly dripped down your ass, almost like he was signing a piece of his artwork. “Desperate fucking whore.” He grabbed your jaw, glaring at you. “If you tell anyone about this, I swear.” He warned.

“Swear what? That you’ll fuck me stupid again?” You teased, unafraid of what he may actually be capable of. “If so, please do.”

“You’re fucking twisted,” he responded. There was few seconds of silence before he spoke again, “but god, do I fucking love it.”

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[reignpage]

Perverted things JJK men do (established relationship)

Gojo

Cums in your conditioner bottle. He loves knowing that you wear him with you every day, that when people brush against you and inhale your sweet scent, they’re also smelling him. Satoru likes to think that it sends, on a cellular level perhaps, a message telling them you’re taken, by him. 

Intent on keeping this a secret, he does the grocery shopping every time you let him know you’re running out. Unscrewing the bottle, he places the head of his cock into the hole just as he’s about to reach his peak, jerking his long and pink cock off as fast as he can, biting his bottom lip to keep from making a noise that might alert you to the depravity that’s going on in the bathroom. 

Then, once he’s spilled his seed, he screws the lid back on and shakes vigorously to ensure it’s all mixed in properly and that every pump will have his cum in it. Satoru counts the hours until you excuse yourself to the bathroom and waits, in anticipation and with a leaky cock, for you to emerge all fresh and brand spanking new.

He’s never once told anyone else this, and he himself does not understand why he feels the urge to be so perverted. Sometimes he wonders how you’d react if he told you. Would you get mad? Make him stop? Or maybe you’d find it hot or adorable?

Whatever it’ll be, Satoru’s not eager to find out anytime soon. So, he continues his routine, smiles when you get a compliment on your hair, and frowns when you say you want to stop using hair conditioner and wear a hair mask instead.

What the heck is a hair mask?

Geto

Takes advantage of your sleeping form. It started off completely innocent. He just liked watching the faces you make: your brows furrow when you’re having a nightmare, your bottom lip quivers when you exhale just a little too hard, and you sometimes smile when you’re having a dream he can only hope involves him. 

But then, the urge to do something darker, something secretive overwhelmed him. At night, you’re completely vulnerable. He loves pushing what he can get away with. He’ll manoeuvre your body into positions he likes — arms wide open so he can see your breasts press against the thin confines of your tank top, nipples hard and poking through; legs spread and feet together in a butterfly position so he can see your panties tight against your pussy lips, the imprints defined and he can run his finger down the seam, pressing harder where your clit is just to hear your gasp; and keeping your body still so he can pull the neckline of your tank top down, baring your beautiful tits to the night air and wrap them around his cock.

He juts between the valley, tip knocking into your chin and leaving a wet trail that breaks off as he pulls back just to thrust forward again. Careful not to thrust too hard, lest the bed creaks and you're jostled awake, he uses the immorality of his act to get himself going, knowing that you're vulnerable to his ministrations. But Suguru isn't a bad boyfriend, so he leans back and presses hard against your pussy, rubbing you to an orgasm only your sleeping form can appreciate.

Ever the gentleman, he cums into a tissue and not into your mouth, and only then can he fall asleep beside you. Then, in the morning, he shrugs when you wonder why you're always soaked in the morning. Must have had a wet dream, he says.

Choso

Takes your dirty panties with him for moral support. You don’t know he does this and he’d very much like to keep it that way in case you chalk it up to him being a curse and not knowing what's right and wrong. He knows it's wrong. The truth is, he just really really likes you. Loves you, in fact. So, he sneakily steals a panty or two from the laundry basket and stuffs them in his pockets. 

There’s just something about being able to carry you with him whenever he goes. Whether, it’s whilst he’s in the car, sparring, or on a mission. He can take a piece of you out and inhale your scent, bask in your sweetness, and memorise every part of you to heart. 

Of course, his intentions aren’t entirely romantic and pure. He also really likes to jerk off with your used panties wrapped around his cock. It’s shameful and embarrassing and so depraved, he knows that, but that’s precisely what gets him going. Knowing you’d be shocked bye the extent of his adoration for you makes him thrust faster. He imagines you watching, with that saccharine sweet voice, telling him to show you just how much he loves you. And he never wants to disappoint you, so in the car, parked somewhere dark, he presses the cold, wet spot of the gusset to his nose and takes a long and deep inhale. 

The car shakes with the ferocity of his jerking. One hand gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white and the other holding your panties to his cock head, connecting his tip to where you were and imagining that it’s your pussy wrapped around him. The scent, the wetness, the wrongness of it all makes him cum harder than he should. And just in time to pick you up too. This way when he gets to have the real thing with you, he’ll last longer. 

Toji

Pisses you off on purpose. Can’t blame him. You’re so fucking adorable when you’re mad. Seriously. You make this pouting face when you think whatever excuse he’s giving you is complete and utter bullshit, which it is. Then, you’ll cross your arms, pushing those bouncy tits up, foot tapping and accentuating your long legs. Stomping around and yelling as if you know what you’re doing. You should know by now that raising your voice only gets him hard. And damn, when you smack his chest to get his attention, it makes his dick jump in his boxers. 

Leaving the toilet seat up or not using a coaster, all of it irks you and gets him going. Of course, he doesn’t do it often; you’ll goddamn leave him if he did, that’s for sure. So, he saves his little tricks up his sleeve for when he’s really horny. Like now, when he didn’t take the meat out of the freezer to defrost in time for when you came home. You’re talking his ear off about how irresponsible he is, shrugging off your work clothes one by one until you’re left in a white button up and just panties, completely blind to how he’s grinning ear to ear, watching you bend over, showing him the smooth, round fats of your ass. 

God, he loves the infuriated look on your face. You’re fuming. The best part about it all is the angry sex you’re about to have. Maybe you like to get mad at him for the same reason. Maybe you hope, as you walk up to the door of your house, that he’s fucked up something, anything. And who is he to deny you? So, with faux indignation, he grabs you by the throat and hisses for you to shut the fuck up, get on your knees and open that pretty mouth of yours. Put it to better use than yapping, he says, eyes rolling back at the intensity of your suction.

Nanami

Swaps out your birth control for sugar pills. He knows it’s wrong. God, does he ever. But the temptation is too hard to resist. Kento’s already pushing it with the fact that he convinced you to get on the pill so you can make love with no barrier between you two but he just had to go a step further and make sure that the pill is useless. 

It only started recently. He just wanted to fuck once knowing he could be making you a mommy at any given moment. The thought of you all plump and round with his child drives him crazy. It makes him rut into you with no rhyme or rhythm, just pushing the overflowing cum he’s already pumped in there deeper into your pussy, tutting when they spill out of you. Thumbing the errant drops, he tells you to open up and pushes it down your throat; if his cum won’t go into your womb then it should go into your stomach, right?

The tears in your eyes from the overstimulation makes his cock throb. This one of the very rare moments he ever allows himself to make you cry and he imagines you'll also cry tears of joy when you find out you're pregnant with his child, and again when the baby, a little girl he hopes, is in your arms.

Kento knows he’ll be good to you. He’ll be so good. He’ll massage your swollen feet, waddle you over to the toilet, pulling your panties down for you when you can’t, tending to every craving no matter how odd and no matter at what time. You know he’ll be a good father — he’s sweet, caring, firm when needed, reliable and dependable. So, he reasons that you won’t mind if his seed does take hold. 

You love raw sex just as much as he does, after all. 

Sukuna

Makes you think he’s going to kill you. He has no remorse. The high is incredible. You have a penchant for pissing him off, so when his irritation finally boils over, you see a glint in his eyes and a tick in his jaw that very much tells you one thing: run. 

Of course, he has a soft spot for you so he gives you a head start. He’s a monster, not a man. Every part of him is attune to his surroundings. He knows every inch of the estate and better yet, he knows you. Where you like to hide, where you think he’d think to look, and where your little legs could take you in the short time he gave you. Sukuna could seek you out immediately, but the fun isn’t in the victory. It’s in the conquest. 

Voice loud, he taunts, “I can smell your fear, woman. I can hear your pathetic quivering. I know where you are. And when I find you, I’m going to tear you to pieces.”

For the effect, he even picks up an unnecessary weapon. A stoke or an axe, something that will make a chilling noise as he drags it along the wooden floor or scrape it against the wall, letting you know he’s getting closer and closer. His cock is throbbing in his robes, heavy and swinging, as he takes a deep inhale of the fear permeating the air. It’s salty from the sheer prospect of pain and death, but also sweet because it’s undeniably yours. 

Entering your chambers, he rolls his eyes at how utterly predictable, and foolish, you are. You clear haven’t learnt from any of the stupid horror movies you’ve forced him to watch — hiding under the bed is the worst thing you can do. He reminds you of that when his big hand wraps around your ankle, fondling the frail bone, and tugs. Sukuna rejoices, and leaks cum, at the blood curdling cream you let out. 

You dangle in the air as his monstrous form towers over you. When he sniffs at your pussy and smells the juices you’re leaking out too, he knows you get off on the thrill too, and perhaps, that’s the real reason he loves this so much.

[lilycoving]

I hope you’ve all been taking care of yourselves! Especially those of you with chronic illness. Be gentle with yourself.

[floral-hex]

okay, so lil steroid shot seemingly hasn’t done much for my breathing, but it did give me a bit of… uh… *squints at side effects* insomnia and sore butt