#breast implants mention

[viciouslyrobotic]

Idk where ppl are getting off thinking "zippertits" is feminist praxis cause it's pretty well established that if someone wants to get surgery *for themselves* outside of pressure to conform to patriarchal (unattainable) beauty standards its their body, their choice, and shouldn't be shamed (nor should they be shamed in general regardless).

"Zippertits" How in your head do you have to be to forget breast cancer awareness or were you even in discussions about supporting people who remove their tits or have them removed and get implants later? Were you there for the discussions about how women are shamed for doing ANY alteration to their bodies no matter the reason and that we should support their choice to do so while not conflating personal choice with coercive abuse?

Yeah this particular insult's directed at ppl assumed female at birth (more specifically nonbinary ppl, trans mascs and trans men) and it's so fucking tone deaf? Its giving patriarchy. Its giving "you ruined your natural ~feminine~ body and need shamed for your transgression (which is a decision you made to live and/or to live comfortably)".

[lord-shitbox]

don't repost w.o asking // original here

kuras and leander prank mhin NOT clickbait !!!!! white hair and pronouns haver DESTROYED by awful prank real footage

[malthusiana]

I hate october I hate october worst fucking month every year. No way to escape the pink october campaign and every year I have a huge health anxiety episode related to it. This year it's going to be worse because I don't think I'm making up this stinging pain :)

[starscoffeecreamer]

Knockout was not built as a medic. As a racer he had tiny titties that are nice, perky and aerodynamic. When he discovered his interest in surgery he started thinking of altering himself to be more like a medical bot. In particular he liked the huge breasts full of dense energon. Yet he didn't care for the sag or weight of them. No, his breasts had to be something worthy of his name.

His breasts are the obviously fake kind. Round, perky and huge. He's very proud of the design after all he sculpted it himself. Everyone wants to have their hands on it and he's happy to oblige. They're firm but have enough give for a very satisfying squeeze. He loves when Breakdown puts his big strong hands all over them and praises their perfection.

I think when he and Ratchet start spending time together he'd be surprised by Knockouts custom boobs. Maybe discuss designs and how to make them more functional medical pouches. Maybe Knockout gets an appreciation for Ratchets big naturals and changes his mind about having big weighty tits.

Lots of ideas but just needed to get porn tits Knockout into the world.

holy shit anon that's awesome

I both love the idea of racer frames having tiny tiddies and the idea that they have huge ones hidden behind their plating like it's a sports bra (example: i say Blu/rr has huge badonkers behind his chestplate and when he takes it off/opens it they just boing out)

Kno/ck Ou/t would totally have custom tiddies. He's gotta have the flashiest of everything, right? I could see him randomly flashing the vehi/cons occasionally, or even the auto/bots as a distraction

oughhhh I hc break/down as having huge naturals too so maybe they had a tit size contest once

also YES rat/chet has huge saggy weighty badonkers and no one can say otherwise

(id totally cup them tbh WAIT WHO SAID THAT)

[wintermage]

man honestly how come cosmetic plastic surgery is common, legal, and accessible to anyone with enough money but people can’t just go get top surgery without a shrink signing off on it. if people can get their faces permanently altered at will why can’t we also get tits installed or uninstalled at will. what the fuck man.

[crazywolf828]

I think the funny thing is that my mom has a harder time understanding my gender vs my sister's.

For context my sister is trans, my mom's totally fine with it, she does have trouble with pronouns but she is trying she's not like, ignoring it or anything.

Then you have me, a cis woman, who's like yeah actually I don't want tits and I do want a penis, still a girl tho.

Like, I feel like she sort of understands trans as like a complete flip, where I'm over here with just these little changes that would typically be associated with a cis male, but no, still a woman.

Despite not having to change the way she addresses me, or getting me new clothes or anything, she absolutely has more of an issue understanding why I'd feel this way vs why my trans sister feels the way she does.

[beaft]

One thing I've noticed, and stop me if I'm stating the obvious, is that the people in favour of barring under-25s from UK gender clinics are focusing the vast majority of their attention on AFAB people. They talk about "little girls" being "manipulated" into "mutilating themselves", "vulnerable children" cutting off their "barely-grown breasts" (ugh), and so on. I've seen zero mention of "little boys" taking estrogen or getting implants, and I think that's interesting, because it displays more clearly than ever the delineation between the treatment of transmascs and transfems.

It's hardly newsworthy to say that transmascs are perceived as victims while transfems are perceived as predators. Our "mental illness" makes us naïve, fragile, immature; their "mental illness" makes them scary, aggressive, perverse. Most TERFs won't even use the phrase "trans girls". They're always "women". To acknowledge that trans girls can be girls - that they can be young and in need of protection - goes against the entire TERF creed, so they just don't mention it. It's as blatant as it is disgusting.

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 13 - Alien Sex]

Pairing: Human!Jimin x Alien Queen!Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Sci-Fi!AU, Reverse Harem!AU

Kinks: free use kink, mention of anal experimentation, douching kink, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, alien sex magic which changes his cock to a pussy, he still has a prostate though, double penetration of his pussy & ass, tentacle sex, her tentacles produce their own lube, she can also change her pussy to a cock & uses it to lay eggs in his ass, wet & sloppy scissoring, lots of kissing, praise kink, he wants to be called a good boy but also a good girl and a good whore, multiple orgasms, breeding, bondage with her tentacles, subby boy tears, orgasming to the point of squirting, giggly aftercare, ps: he got kidnapped from earth and then forced to marry her but he likes it so idk kidnapping kink?

Wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: this is for you, Alien Queen JFADJFJ I hope this is what you imagined. it is honestly so unhinged like damn. also, happy birthday jimin <3

“You called for me, my Queen?” 

“I did. Sit.” 

Jimin obeys your orders, sitting down on the spot you point at. At the edge of your big circular bed. He fixes his thin rope by tugging on its folds, shifting on the silken sheets nervously. 

Silk is an expensive fabric on your planet and isn’t made the same way than it is on Earth. On Vulvaria, so called silk spinner are paid a handsome wage to spin their hair into the fabric. The hair of a silk spinner grows twenty feet per year and is therefore perfect for creating the luxurious and soft fabric.  

You solely wear silken ropes and order all your husbands to wear the fabric as well. Jimin, the husband you called to you tonight, was ordered to wear an especially thinly woven model of the fabric. His dark nipples shine through the fabric, as does his well groomed, dark bush. 

You wear a long wrap skirt and no shirt, only using pearls from Vulvaria’s oceans to cover your breasts. Jimin thinks that they look especially beautiful against your turquoise skin.  

The skirt dances on the floor as you strut to the bedroom door. You talk to him.

“Have they informed you why I have called you here tonight?” 

“They said that your desires started.”

“They have.” You lock the bedroom door. “Did they ask for your consent before bringing you here? I know my guards can be rather forceful sometimes.”

“They didn’t need to ask, I followed willingly.” 

You look over your shoulder. Your hair is a beautiful dark blue, harmonizing perfectly with your skin tone and your glowing blue eyes. 

“You did?” 

Jimin nods his head, gulping nervously when you turn to him. You walk back to him, swaying your hips.

Jimin doesn’t look like you do. His skin isn’t naturally turquoise nor is his hair naturally blue, his eyes also don’t naturally glow. Jimin isn’t from here. Long ago he lived on Earth before scientists of your planet kidnapped him for their experiments. Jimin didn’t really have a life on earth, he was a loner and had no hobbies or ambitions, so he didn’t particularly care when he was kidnapped by aliens. They implanted a chip in his brain first, which allowed him to learn their language instantly and to live longer. After they explained their situation and their plans for him, the experiments began. The experiments they did on him as they journeyed back to Vulvaria were strange and scary at first, but soon Jimin began to look forward to them. Vulvarian scientists value comfort and honour their experimental pets. Call him crazy, but Jimin began to truly like all the anal probing which was done to him and he was rather sad when the long journey to Vulvaria came to an end. 

So when he was brought before you as your newest treasure and was told that he was to marry you, Jimin welcomed it with open arms and an even more open hole. He welcomed the wedding night, welcomed the public sex and welcomed the free attitude the Vulvarians had around sex. Free Use, as the humans would call it, was a daily and normal practice between consenting adults. Of course such acts were never held in the presence of children. The Vulvarians deeply honoured the innocence of children and any who dared to break the sacred law of honouring it, were cast into outer space. But in places where no children were present, things like Free Use and public sex was common and normalised. 

It was also normal for the queen to take more than one husband – or wife if she so wishes – under the condition that she care for each of them properly. 

Jimin was one of seven husbands. He was the third to last to join your marital bed and he was one of two humans. The other, Namjoon, was your second husband and has lived with you long enough to have earned his Vulvarian tattoos. The others were once residence of other planets, except for Seokjin and Jungkook, the first and the newest husband, who are born and raised Vulvarians who had the honour of marrying their queen. 

Jimin likes all of his fellow husbands and he very often finds himself engaged in sex with them. They are each very delightful company to have. 

Tonight however, it seems that the only company he gets is you, his Queen and wife and beloved love.

“You never cease to amaze me. It feels like yesterday when Yanoshnik reported to me how eagerly you took your daily anal examinations and you haven’t been able to be satisfied ever since”, your voice carries a hint of teasing as you remind him of his insatiable hunger.

Yanoshnik was the lead scientist on the ship which brought Jimin to Vulvaria. Jimin still thinks back to her fondly. She knew just what to do. 

“I sometimes think that I was put on earth just so you can kidnap me one day and introduce me to this life.” 

You chuckle, “this pleases me to hear.” 

“I’m so entirely grateful for you, my queen.” 

“Please, drop the formalities. It’s just you and I tonight.”

Jimin flutters his lashes, heart racing in his chest. You place your fingers under his chin, tilting his head so you could inspect his face.

“Have they told you what I expect of you tonight?”

“I was brought to Annatar to be prepared, but haven’t been given any details.”

You offer your very own sex preparation spa where people can come and get ready for sex. Jimin was prepared in the anal douching wing of the spa where only the most gentle of preparation mistresses handled him. Sometimes - and keep such knowledge a secret - Jimin goes to this spa with the lie of needing preparation, when in reality he misses the experimental and scientific ways the Vulvarians handle anal preparations. To be strapped into a comfortable chair and have a slickened hose inserted inside him only to have his stomach slowly filled with warm water while someone massaged it gently was true heaven for Jimin. And once he had to empty himself and he heard the preparation mistresses clap for him, it very often brings him close to orgasming. Jimin really enjoyed tonight’s stay in the preparation spa even if they kept your plans secret. 

“So they didn’t tell you anything?”

“No. Just that my insides needed to be cleaned properly.” 

“Tch”, you click your tongue, “what tactless servants I have. You were supposed to be told to during your preparations. Fine then, I shall do it.” 

Jimin nods his head, holding his breath in anticipation. 

“I desire to turn your cock into a cunt and then scissor with you. And as we grind our cunts together, I will penetrate your holes with my tentacles. Perhaps if I feel like it, I will lay a slime egg in you. I expect of you to carry it until it is dissolved and your body absorbed my nectar.”

“Yes, my queen. Please do”, Jimin croaks, cock throbbing behind the fabric of his dress. 

You cradle his cheek, eyes soft in fondness.

“I expected nothing less of you, my darling Jimin.”

He smiles, eyes glassy in emotion. He loves being your darling. It is his only purpose in life.

“Very well then. Do you have any questions before we start? I gather you haven’t had your cock changed before?” 

“I haven’t, no. Will it hurt?”

“Have any of our procedures ever hurt you, darling Jimin?”

“No”, he flusters, “no, I guess not. Oh god, I’m such a whore.”

You chuckle, now busy with preparing the cock changing spray. 

“You must introduce me to this God you always mention.”

“It’s just a saying. I guess like you say My Arn, we say my god.”

“I see. Humans are so fascinating.” You turn back to him with the spray in your hand. “Undress and stand up.”

Jimin obeys gladly, cock hard and throbbing. You inspect it and smile.

“What a shame to change such a hard cock, but it will be worth it. Now watch and revel in it.” 

You put seven decent sprays of the warm liquid on his cock. It tingles and tickles, forming pink smoke thick enough that he can’t see anything. 

“Ah, oh”, he gasps, knees buckling and hand instinctively reaching for you. You hold it tightly, caressing his knuckles.

“Hush now, I know it feels very ticklish. But it isn’t terrible, is it?” you speak to him in a caring voice.

“No, it feels good.”

“Of course it does. My milk is one of the ingredients, which is the key component in allowing species other than Vulvarians to change their genitals.” 

“Have the others experienced this before?”

“Not everyone. Seokjin and Jungkook obviously haven’t.”

“Because they’re Vulvarians and can change their genitals naturally."

“Exactly. What a clever thing you are.”

“So everyone else has?” 

“Yes, everyone except Taehyung. He is very nervous about it. I haven’t warmed him up to the idea quite yet.”

“I see. I’m sure that he’ll come around. He is a softie, he just needs a little more coddling.”

You chuckle fondly, “that’s true. What a sweet darling he is. Now look darling Jimin, look at your beautiful cunt.”

Jimin looks down and gasps. The area where normally his cock protrudes and bulges is flat. Only his dark bush is there. 

“Oh my god”, he gasps, reaching down, “my cock is gone. ___, it is actually gone.”

You laugh, eyes spilling over with fondness. He also glows so prettily when he gets excited.

“Do you like it?” 

“Yes, but it feels strange. Like something is missing.” 

“Lie down and spread your legs. Prop yourself up on your elbows.”

Jimin obeys your orders a little confused but eager. You walk to the dresser to get a mirror, then hurry back to him, placing yourself right in front of him. You flip the mirror, using a glowing crystal to shine light onto his presented cunt. 

Jimin moans, cunt throbbing as he sees himself for the first time. His dark pubes form such a beautiful contrast to the rosy, flushed skin of his folds. Said folds are swollen already, giving view to his empty vagina and his engorged clit at the top. Just under his vagina and covered in his juices, his asshole was waiting to be stuffed. He knows the female anatomy, because Vulvarians have the same genital anatomy as humans except that their skin is blue and purple, so Jimin knows what a cunt looks like. And yet he feels as if he sees pussy for the very first time tonight and it turns him on so much that it aches not to be stuffed. 

“Fuck me, please”, Jimin begs, rolling his hips up desperately. 

“So you like yourself?” 

“Yes, so much. I’m so pretty.”

“You are. The prettiest ever with the prettiest cunt.” 

Jimin whimpers, twisting the sheets.

“Please fuck me please. I’m an empty whore.” 

“What’s a whore?” 

“It’s what humans call someone who has too much sex. It’s mostly used for women to shame them for having sex.” 

“And men aren’t called as such?”

“They’re not shamed for having too much sex, so no.” 

“You humans are strange creatures. Why would a woman need to feel shame for having sex? Isn’t She who brings new life into the world? She who nurtures and creates and shapes nothing into a full human? Why shame Her but celebrate him for the same thing?” 

“I never understood it.”

“What strange creatures. Our Vulvarian men would never think to feel in such ways. Doesn’t matter. Tonight, my darling Jimin, I shall show you how wonderful it is to have a cunt.”

Jimin writhes and whines, cunt throbbing in anticipation. 

“Scoot further up the bed.”

Jimin obeys gladly, parting his legs as widely as possible.  

“What a good boy. Is it okay for me to call you as such or does your cunt change your feelings?”

“You can call me a good boy or good girl or just a good whore. Everything is nice.”

You chuckle, “a good whore. I see. Shame and praise at the same time. What a good whore you are.”

Jimin drips with new excitement, feeling like crying.

“Please fuck me, please.” 

“And how eager you are. Put your left leg down flat on the sheets.”

He obeys. 

“Very good.” 

You open the wrap skirt, throwing the fabric to the side. Your sweet cunt is finally revealed to him. Your well groomed, blue pubes look delicious against your flushed cunt. When Vulvarians flush, their skin becomes purple. Jimin thinks that you have the most beautiful purple cunt. 

“Stay like this and don’t worry about lasting long. You will orgasm countless times tonight, it is expected. Just enjoy yourself and try to breathe whenever it gets too much.”

“Yes my que-aah! Holy fuck ah!” Jimin screams, dropping in the sheets and arching his back. You connected your pussy with his own and began rubbing your clit against his’. Your cunt is so wet in your slick, your folds are warm and swollen and your clit is hard and erect. Each time you grind back and forth, your kissing pussies make the wettest sound. Sticky and lubey and so incredibly sinful. It truly is as if one could listen to your cunts making out. 

Jimin growls, tensing his jaw and huffing out air.

“Does it feel good for you?” you ask, staring at his face obsessively. His cunt is so soft and so insanely wet. You are drinking up the sensations greedily. This is exactly what you needed in your state. 

“Yes, so good aaah”, Jimin mewls, tilting his head back as far as possible. His dark hair spreads messily on the white sheets, his throat looks so pretty when it is as exposed as it is. 

“That’s good to hear. You have such a soft cunt. So pretty and wet.”

Jimin mewls and whines, feeling dizzy. 

Desires, so your state is called, is when your body desires sexual pleasure to the point your other senses almost shut off. You explained to him that it is similar to what animals experience as heat except that the purpose of this state is not recreation but pure fun. 

Jimin witnessed a similar state in Seokjin and Jungkook before and he helped you before, so tonight isn’t new to him. He enjoys the passionate sex you and he have and how it always leaves him disoriented afterwards. 

Right now, he feels the first orgasm of the night approach so rapidly that all he can do is whimper your name and then it is already here. He shakes and trembles, helplessly squeaking your name because he never experienced such a sensation before. Orgasms with his cock are quick and explosive but this feels deep and it drags out to the point where Jimin twists the sheets against his will. 

“That’s it darling, that’s it”, you talk him through it, sharing his state in a more composed way than he does. One orgasm almost leaves you blind to it. In your state, it feels miniscule and small. The true pleasure is the act itself, not the orgasms which are a result of it. You can go over and over again and not be affected by it. Very often it is to the detriment of your poor husbands, who have to shake through their countless orgasms until you are satisfied.

“It’s a lot, it’s a lot”, Jimin begs, now writhing in a kind of overstimulation he hasn’t experienced before. When you overstimulate his cock, it aches and Jimin can’t handle it. But this is addictive. It doesn’t hurt, it just feels like too much. The kind of much Jimin needs more of, but truly can’t handle because it is so new. “Please too much, please.”

“Breathe darling, breathe through it.”

“No, please just one second please.”

You listen to his weak pleas, lifting your hips for now. You lay yourself over him, running your fingers through his hair and shushing him softly.

“You’re doing so well. Is it too much?” 

“Yes too much ah”, Jimin sighs, chasing your tender touch. 

You lean down and kiss his forehead. He melts, body finally calming down. It feels so good to be pampered with your loving kisses.

“Good boy. I’m so proud of you”, you whisper, kissing a path down the slope of his pretty nose. “What a good boy you are. I’m so proud.” 

And as you worship his beautiful face, you allow your tentacles to grow. Vulvarians are built like humans, but have the ability to grow tentacles if they desire to do so. These tentacles match the colour of the Vulvarian’s skin and have the ability to produce a liquid with a lube-like consistency. Which is, if one asks a Vulvarian, a rather beneficial feat to have as it allows for these tentacles to be used in all of the sexual adventures they enjoy to engage in. They are also very sensitive to sexual stimulation so it is beyond pleasurable to fuck each other with them. 

Tonight, you crave nothing more than to have your slickened tentacles fucked by his holes. You know that he doesn’t need preparation to have his ass fucked. Jimin is the husband with the most lose hole ever. If it wasn’t for the need to clean up, he could be penetrated whenever and it wouldn’t hurt. 

Which is why you asked for him tonight. You need quick relief and need someone who can take you as quickly as possible. Oh, how starved you are for him.

You connect two of your tentacles with him. One you rub through his puffy folds and the other you use to trace his loose rim. He is so soft and warm, leaking so perfectly.

Jimin gasps and tenses up, glassy eyes locking with yours.

“My good whore”, you whisper, face softened in adoration and fingers playing with his silky hair, “does this feel good to you?”

“Yes”, he whimpers.

“You know what I want to do to you?”

“Yes, please fuck me”, he begs, nodding his head vigorously. His hips twitch into your touches, body aching in need. “Please ___, I can’t take it anymore, please fuck me.”

“Take a deep breath for me.”

Jimin obeys, eyes so cutely submissive.

“And breathe out.”

Jimin obeys, but struggles soon when you use his obedience to fill his holes at the same time. Pressure and slight burning and the sudden unbearable sensation of being full is a lot to handle for him. He stops breathing, making little sounds instead.

“Too much?” 

He nods his head.

“I’ll pull out.”

“No.”

You stop.

“No, please.” He spills tears. “Please don’t stop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.”

“Fuck, I’m obsessed with you”, you get out, claiming his pillowy lips in a hungry kiss. You push your tentacles deeper into him, swallowing his overwhelmed sounds as you force him to his luck. He begged for it and you are so happy to oblige. 

You gave Jimin an especially sensitive cunt, inside and out. You made sure that the formula would give him a sensitive g spot and an even more sensitive cervix. You currently poke at the latter with the tip of your tentacle, covering it in your addictive slime as you give him sensations he has never felt before. You even use your sucker to make out with it, sending constant fire through his veins.

He sounds so helpless and overwhelmed, barely managing to kiss you back. So you break it, but stay close. His pillowy lips brush against yours as he sobs and gasps. 

“How does it feel?” 

Jimin gives you his answer in a sob and his arms hooking behind your head to kiss you. You let him, smiling and purring as he basically licks into your mouth needily. He drools and sniffles, sobs and gasps. This is exactly what you needed. To have him ruined beneath you, to turn him into your desperate toy. 

You growl into the kiss, slithering your tentacles deeper into him. You make sure to move them constantly in wiggles and writhes, pumping them in and out of him deep and passionate. His noises are your motivation, his trembling body the reason you do this. 

“Take me, what a good whore, take me”, you say into the kiss, giving him no time to answer you as you swallow his words in a sloppy tongue kiss.

Jimin writhes, trying to flee you as much as he wants to be closer to you. But you can’t allow his wiggles. You wrap your strong tentacles around each of his ankles and wrists, pinning him down into the sheets as you abuse his holes in the most pleasurable of ways. 

You slip another tentacle to his clit and begin rubbing it, finally engaging the one in his ass too. You made sure that the spray wouldn’t remove his prostate. When you want him ruined, you want him to truly be ruined. You know how sensitive Jimin’s prostate is so it is expected of him to break the kiss only to scream and arch off the sheets. His legs and arms fight his restraints, forcing you to tighten around him and warn him with an animalistic growl.

“Too much, I- CUM! AH!”

“That’s it. Good boy, cum for me. Such a good whore”, you encourage him, speeding up your tentacles. His holes are so tight, stimulating you perfectly. You can’t stop leaking into him, pounding him, practically ripping him open with your slickened tentacles. The one in his ass is so far inside him, stimulating him in places he hasn’t been fucked in for so long. 

Jimin sobs miserably, wiggling his arms in his restraints to the point you let loose around him just enough to see what he will do. He sobs and rubs his own hands over his face in a weak attempt to handle what you give him. He can’t talk nor kiss. Everything feels so good. His ass, his insides, his pussy, his clit. The pleasure is intense and never ending. It feels so good to have a pussy. It feels so good. 

He was fucked by your tentacles before. He was scared at first. They were so alive in him. The lube you produce allows his skin to become sensitive to touch, which means that he could feel every inch of his insides get explored. Tentacles are alive, they wiggle and move and are restless. Jimin cried so much the first time you fucked him senseless on your tentacles and it seems that he will be the same tonight. 

His ass is so stretched out. Your tentacles become thicker with length and right now, you have a good three feet inside him, stretching his rim to its limits. You are so alive inside his stomach and tonight you are alive above his insides as well. Not as deep but so intense. It is like you have settled in him and you want to come bursting out of his stomach.

“I can’t stop cumming”, he coughs out, having to orgasm again. It doesn’t lose intensity. On the contrary, Jimin fears for his vocal chords if you have him screaming any harder.

“Good girl, yes give me everything, good boy, I’m so proud of you, my good whore”, encourage him in a hungry growl, helping him through it with vigorous wiggles of your tentacles and hungry kisses with your suckers. 

Jimin screams even louder than before, twisting his own hair. You know what it means. You are making him squirt. You press down on his g-spot, cervix and prostate at the same time, forcing his orgasm to be so much more intense than it needs to be. You even press your hand to his bulging stomach to make sure that he gives you every single droplet of his sweet liquid.

Jimin can’t scream anymore as it happens to him. He only lies there, head thrown back, neck tense and mouth agape as his voice refuses to come out. He tugs on the sheets, back arched and cunt squirting clear liquid everywhere. His holes are so tight that it throws you over the edge as well. You growl this time around, back arching and toes curling as your restless tentacles tremble in ecstasy.

“Please no more please”, he begs, body twitching in helplessness. 

“Mhhm good whore”, you praise, pulling out your tentacles. They are weakened from their orgasm, hanging beside you weakly. They are still leaking, ruining the sheets even more. The ones around his wrists and ankles are still strong however, pulling his legs apart and pushing his arms above his head. You bend his legs by his knees, forcing them to press into the sheets beside his body.

Jimin sobs. His holes are so loose. They are leaking so much of your cream. It hurts but he likes it. He was used so well, he was ruined so well, he was nothing but a whore for you and he loves it. 

Suddenly he feels something inside his ass again. He forces his heavy eyes to open, throat producing a weak sound. You are looking down at him, crazy and hungry. Judging by the pulsing deep inside him, you are filling him again. It isn’t as alive as your tentacles were. Instead it is hard and girthy.

Jimin sobs your name weakly, writhing in agony. He can’t handle much more.

“I’m almost done, I promise. Just let me make you mine” you rasp, rolling your hips into him to fuck your newly grown cock deep into his loose walls. 

Jimon spills tears, mouthing your name.

“You’re mine, that’s right. Mhhhhm fuck, it’s happening”, you purr, eyes rollling back and body shivering as you find your last release inside him.

Jimin can count each egg you lay in him. Five of them. He can feel them travel through your cock and can feel them shoot into him and lodge themselves between his walls. They definitely feel like intruders and like something claiming him, but he likes it. He loves everything you could ever do to him. His purpose is to carry whatever you put inside him. And if it is five huge eggs then it is an honor to do so. 

“Fuck, Jimin”, you croak, pulling your flaccid cock out of him. You fall on top of him, and wrap your arms around him so you could pull him with you as you collapse into the sheets. 

His face naturally nuzzles into your chest, he clasps you as he feels the effect of your orgasm set it. When a Vulvarian orgasms inside someone with the purpose of laying eggs in them, the semen they eject with it has the ability to force the muscles of the bred hole to tense up. Like this, it allows for the eggs to get their desired incubation time without accidentally slipping out prematurely. Tonight it is very difficult to handle the clenching of his muscles.

He groans and presses his hand to his stomach. The eggs are so visible to his palm, making his stomach bulge.

“Are you in pain?”

“A little. I was so loose and now I’m not.”

You roll him to his back, placing your warm hands on his stomach to rub it gently. You lean down, kissing his tummy as you massage it. 

“Breathe through it. Just as you have been doing so perfectly.”

Jimin obeys you and like this, he overcomes the worst part of the incubation phase. Deep warmth and a feeling of euphoria follows. 

He giggles and wiggles. You giggle with him , kissing a path up his chest until you can taste his smile in a kiss. You let your hand slip between his legs to play with his leaking cunt mindlessly.

It feels so nice to him. Warm and good but not too pleasurable to the point where he gets riled up again. It is comforting in a sense.

“How was it for you?” you ask him, gazing at his flushed face. 

“Good”, he giggles, “so good.” 

“Yes? It was perfect for me. You took me so well. All of me.” 

Jimin giggles, eyes crinkling into the prettiest of crescent moons. 

“I’m happy.”

“Good, that’s good.”

“Oh god, I’m so happy”, he giggles and hides his eyes behind his hand, “thank you for this. I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

“You’re the sweetest. Come here you, I need to eat your cute face”, you say and make him laugh by playfully nibbling on his puffy cheeks.

[gojoest]

please give us more expecting pregnancy obsessed gojo headcanons 🫣🫣🤭

tw : pregnancy, brief mention of semi-public sex

when satoru first finds out you’re pregnant, that you are going to have his child, he snaps and pounds your pussy all night long. sure, he does get emotional upon knowing the news. his eyes well up with tears as he scoops you up and keeps asking if it’s true “really? you’re pregnant...baby, really?” in between soft pecks all over your face — lips, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin…he is so fucking happy.

but there’s also this voice at the back of his head that messes with his brain chemistry quite a bit — he fucking knocked you up. his seed has implanted into your womb — it makes all the blood rush down his dick so fast and in mere seconds you find yourself thrown on the bed, legs up by your shoulders as he prepares you nice and well with the tip of his dick rubbing up and down your entrance for the fucking of your lifetime. and he fucks you differently, like he’s never done before, more urgent and more primal than ever…like a man that has impregnated his wife and is now pounding and claiming her cunt.

and as the months go by and your belly starts growing his desire for you too grows more and more, out of this world. there’s just something about the way your skin glows, the way your belly swells, the way you smell, the way you carry yourself and his child inside of you, that makes him want to fuck you all the time. he cannot keep his hands off of you, you just look so beautiful to him.

anytime you change in front of him, he gets hard. you put your hand on your belly, he gets hard. your belly brushes against him when you hug, he gets hard. you wear something that outlines your baby bump, he gets hard….

time and place don’t matter, he will take you anywhere. he’s pulled the car over before a few times and asked you to bounce on his cock just bc he saw you caress your belly and it made him lose it. if you go shopping with him, he fucks you in the changing rooms….he fucks you every damn morning before leaving the bed, there is no exceptions. fucks you right before you sleep too...and sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and jerks off to your pregnant body. lifts your pj top up and cums all over your belly….he is so obsessed with you it is actually a bit fucked up.

not to mention how he absolutely loves it now that you get to ride him more often bc of how comfortable that position is for you. the sight of your breasts bouncing as you ride him and the way your belly weighs and brushes against his flesh are the one reason he keeps finishing too soon. but there’s always more than just one round and with each round he lasts longer. it’s like you being pregnant has put a spell on him and he is back to being a horny teenager that wants to fuck you all the time.

[lightofraye]

Debunking Nonsense Against Jared

There's apparently some crap about Jared that is just absolute nonsense. Full of lies and bullshit.

It'd be one thing if people just didn't like him. It happens. Not everyone is likeable. You're not expected to like him. But don't pull up lies to explain why you don't like him. Especially when they've been debunked again and again and again.

1. The "racist" tattoo. Y'all, this is nonsense. It's been debunked over and over and over. It's not a racist tattoo. For one, it's lacking the logo of "Come and take it", which would make it a racist tattoo. But a lone star above a cannon does not a racist tattoo make.

Jared is a proud Texan. He also donates to many a charity and organization that help people, speaking out about them often. Not to mention, prior to pro-gun rights appropriating the symbol and logo, it stood for a proud history in Texas. Jared would've known.

So how about instead of focusing on a mere tattoo, come up with more proof that Jared is a racist? Hmm?

Besides, if you're mad at Jared's tattoo, are you then mad at Jensen's t-shirt, which did show the saying as well?

2. Fighting with fans online. Oh come on. Misha's done it. (Misha's done worse, in fact.) Danneel's done it. Jared doing it does not a bad person make. And I don't think he's done it in a long time.

And of course, people will go "Danneel was hitting back!" And? What's the difference? Jared was hitting back too. Danneel went a step farther most of the time, siccing her followers on them, threatening them with Clif, even ran crying to Clif because people were being "mean".

3. RE: Prequelgate. Give me a fucking break! Jared was right to be upset! He called and texted Jensen for hours before he gave up and responded to that tweet about The Winchesters announcement. Jensen also lied about not being allowed cellphones on The Boys set. When they weren't filming, they were allowed. (Of course they can't have their cellphones on their person during filming, unless it suited the scene!) Besides all that, Jared honestly didn't know about it! Kripke was even shocked when he learned Jared didn't know! Supernatural and its legacy is as much Jared's as it was Jensen's! The whole freakin' industry gave Jensen a massive side-eye for his unprofessional behavior. Kevin Smith, a man who has directed, written, and acted in the industry, thought it was uncool. Also, Jared wasn't drunk.

4. Supposed bully accusations. I'd need to see more of this to believe it, but outside of occasionally putting Misha in his bullshit place, I've never heard of Jared bullying anyone. Everyone he's worked with has sung his praises. The only one who hasn't is Misha and that's because Jared won't let Misha put him down. And in fact, has had to step in to stop Misha from torturing Jensen. So fuck off with your noise.

5. His fanbase. Is he now responsible for his fanbase? I never knew that. What about Misha's fanbase sending Jensen death threats for denouncing Destiel? Has Misha ever stopped that? What about AAs hoping for Jared to suicide after Walker was cancelled?

6. What about Genevieve? Oh come on! Do I like that Gen is featuring the kids a lot? Myself, no. But if Jared was truly bothered by it, I'm sure he would've spoken to Genevieve. And Gen isn't any different than many other mommy influencers. I'm not keen on exploiting the kids like that, but would you say the same about Danneel abruptly grabbing the kids at Wales Comic Con and dragging them out for a photo op? All because she had no one in line for her autographs and desperate for attention?

7. Jared's Hair. Apparently there are some claiming Jared had gotten hair plugs. My response to that is: So what? Misha's had plastic surgery (trust me, it's obvious--his eyes and clearly lip fillers). Danneel's had worse--her hair is fried, bad extensions, plastic surgery galore that has ruined her hair line because of facelifts, fillers, Botox, and breast implants (twice!). Jensen's likely had a bit of work too.

So. Fucking. What. About Jared's hair?

--

Come up with truthful reasons to hate Jared, hmm? Not bullshit.

[joelsdagger]

let it flow || one shot

masterlist | ao3

pairing: sub!frankie x f!reader rating: 18+ minors dni word count: 4.4k (i think something possessed me bc this was originally 1k lmao) summary: you start a new form of birth control which has many side effects but frankie takes advantage of one side effect in particular. warnings: canon divergent, established relationship (reader and frankie are married), sub!frankie, soft dom!reader, body worship, pet names, nipple play, mommy kink, lactation kink, mutual masturbation , praise kink, pre-ejaculation, overstimulation, cumplay, cum eating, fluff.  No use of Y/N. No physical descriptions of reader. um i think that’s it? *scratches neck* disclaimer: this is literally for shits and giggles bc a friend and i were talking about sub!frankie having a lactation kink, but we weren’t feeling the whole pregnancy trope so i found a loophole hehe. after extensive research, i found that certain types of birth control that include progestin *can* increase lactation as well as breast enlargement and tenderness, so i tweaked this specifically for the purpose of this fic. i don’t study medicine so some of this isn’t 100% accurate so if anything is wrong just remember this is just for horny fun and i changed some things to fit what i was going for. if this piece is not for you, that’s cool, obviously not everyone is gonna be into the same stuff but please just move along and let everyone else enjoy the fun.

a/n: thank you for all the love on my first fic i was so incredibly nervous about it but yall have been so so kind. this one is for kat and lyss who gave me this idea and then we screamed about it til 1am. shout out to @skrunkly-scrimblo and @papurgaatika for beta’ing. thanks for reading i hope you like it <3

super cute divider by @saradika

You’re staring back at yourself in the foggy mirror of your bathroom, assessing your breasts, they’re full, heavy and they ache. This is the fourth day in a row of feeling the consequences of your new birth control and the pain has only gotten worse. “The shit we do….fuckin’ birth control,” you mumble under your breath. 

You had switched to a different form of birth control earlier in the week, the IUD route wasn’t working out so well for you. For starters, the pain of getting the IUD implanted was unbelievably excruciating and on top of that, you had ParaGard (the copper IUD) implanted which didn’t have hormones so you were still getting your period. Your periods were heavy and painful and you have been seeking an alternative solution to stop them completely. At your last visit with your gynecologist, you both agreed to switch you over to taking birth control pills. 

Your physician had informed you that the pill form was a progestin-only contraceptive that would decrease the bleeding during your menstrual cycle or possibly get rid of it completely if you skipped the placebo pills on the last week of your pack. There was one not-so-tiny problem, you were not told that being on the pill would make your tits swell and you sure as hell didn’t know the damn pill would make you lactate. 

Earlier today you practically sobbed to your doctor on the phone. 

“Doc, sorry to be blunt but my tits fucking hurt,” you cry, tears welling up in your eyes. At this point, the pain had become unbearable.

“That’s pretty normal hun, it’s a common side effect for some women. As I told you on Monday, the use of a hormonal birth control that contains progestin can increase the likelihood of producing breast milk even if you aren’t pregnant. It’s your hormones adjusting to the pill and it’s going to take your body three to four months to adjust,” your doctor explained.

‘Wait three to four months,” you shout, "Doc, you didn’t mention anything about that. What the hell am I supposed to do?” you ask rashly.

Your doctor hesitates, “Well, we could go back to the copper IUD but then-”

“Then, I’d get my period yeah absolutely not,” you frantically cut her off.

“We could book you to come back in and try another route but I’m booked until the end of the month,” she suggests. 

“Of course you are, you’re like the only nice physician in the office, everyone wants to see you,” you laugh bitterly.

“There is something else that may help until we can see you in the office...many women have said that it helps,” she says.

You cross an arm around your chest, wincing slightly as your arm presses tightly against your chest, before dropping your arm back down at your side, “Okay…what is it?”

“You could massage them or have your husband stimulate your nipples,” she says nonchalantly. 

“Stimulate my nipples?” you hesitate, your eyes widening at her suggestion. 

“Yes, have him use his fingers or-”

“You’re not serious?”

Your doctor chuckles at your curiosity, “Yes, nipple stimulation and other sensual activities, can trigger and release the hormone, oxytocin, commonly referred to as the love hormone. Once oxytocin is triggered, your hormone levels are boosted and then it increases arousal and stress relief. Once it's released into the bloodstream, it helps alleviate breast tenderness and breast pain as well assisting with the flow of breast milk so yes, it’ll help.” she says pointedly.

You stare ahead, wide eyed and mouth agape. What the hell are you supposed to say to that?

“Look honey, many women have come in and told me directly that it helps, believe it or not, it even helps induce labor, but that’s beside the point, many women have been in your position and they have reported that it works. So at least try this out, and see how it makes you feel, just until we can get you an appointment and have you come in and then we can try something else. Alright?” she asks. 

“Yeah alright, thanks again Doc,” you huff, your hand rubs at your temple before dragging it down your face. 

“No problem hun, keep me updated through the portal,” she says. 

“Will do,” you hung up the phone and tossed it on the couch. 

That was six hours ago and now you’re standing in your bathroom as you wait for the bathtub to fill up. You read online that heat therapy could reduce some of the pain. While your husband was at work, you sprawled yourself out across the couch with a heating pad on your chest. It managed to ease the pain for a bit until the set timer turned the heating pad off and the second you stood up, the pain worsened again. 

To be honest, you’re a little embarrassed to bring it up to Frankie. It's not like Frankie won’t want to do it, he’d be very interested but what the hell are you supposed to say to him. Hey honey, my tits hurt and they’re leaking breast milk. Can you play with them a little so they feel better? He loves to engage in a little titty appreciation but this is a whole different ball game. You really aren’t in the mood to have this conversation with Frankie tonight, unsure of how he would react and possibly causing a bigger issue. 

You can hear the TV through the bathroom door, Frankie is watching some game. But when he hears you croak out in pain when you remove your bra, hands clutching at your swollen breasts, he moves lightning fast towards the bathroom door. 

“Querida, are you alright in there?” he asks through the door, his hand wrapped around the door handle.

You bite down on your lip, sighing before you finally bite the bullet and admit what’s going on. You crack open the door just enough so he can hear you better. 

“It’s-,” You let out another exhausted sigh as you rub your temple, feeling your cheeks warm.

“Remember, a few days ago, I went to my gynecologist and we decided to switch birth control methods?” He nods, eyes full of concern. 

“The pills are making my hormones go crazy and they’re making my tits swell and well…” you pull the door open to gesture towards your breasts. “I’m like a fucking pregnant woman but without the damn pregnancy,” you grumble. 

You immediately clock the worry on his face but Frankie can’t help the fact that he is practically salivating when he looks down at your tits. You notice his jaw slacken, his lips part as he takes in the curve of your breasts, they have grown a noticeable difference in size. You hear him inhale sharply when his stare drops to your nipples, dark and swollen. 

Suddenly feeling a little shy under the intensity of his gaze, you bring a hand up to cover your breasts, he inhales once again before speaking, yet you speak before he does, “It’s fine, apparently a bath will help, and I’ve got the water running. I’ll be out in a few minutes babe,” you press, a tight smile on your face. 

You see it all over his face, he wants to help but he doesn’t know how. His big, deep brown eyes filled with worry. “Okay baby, I’ll give you some privacy. I’ll be in the bedroom if you need anything,” he says quietly, eyebrows still raised. You can sense the uneasiness in his body language but he doesn’t press the subject. 

You thank him and shut the door, hearing him step back towards the bed. You slip off your panties and toss them into the hamper, then step into the hot water, sighing as you dip beneath the water.

After a few short minutes, you slowly bring your hands up to cup your breasts, experimentally kneading them. You press your hands more firmly and you bite down on your lip as you try to muffle a quiet moan. Huh. It does help. You continue toying with them until the water is no longer warm and your fingers become pruny. 

Dragging yourself out of the water and stepping out of the tub, you pull the plug out, the water spinning through the drain. Leisurely, you dry yourself off, pull a thin white tank top over your head, and drag a clean pair of blue lace panties over your legs. 

As you open the door to let the steam out of the bathroom, you grab your fuzzy robe from the hook behind the door, wrap it around your damp body, and head into the bedroom to catch the rest of the game with your husband. 

Yet, to your surprise, you find the TV off and instead see Frankie sitting up in bed, one hand tucked behind his head and the other holding his phone as he squints at the screen. 

You chuckle as you walk over to your nightstand. “Thought you were supposed to be wearing your glasses?” You tease, your lips forming into a smile.  

“I look dorky with ‘em, ‘sides I don’t need them right now,” he mimics your tone and turns his head to watch as you pump some of your cocoa butter body lotion into your hand and work it into your skin.  

“So, I did some googling,” he starts, a sly smirk creeping up onto his face as he continues, “It said…messaging them and sucking on them would help.” His eyes are still on the bare parts of your damp skin, completely enamored by how your skin looks in the dim light of your bedroom. 

You tense, hands freezing, streaks of lotion yet to be fully rubbed into your skin, “Baby, that’s ridiculous,” you laugh him off. 

“No, I’m serious look,” Frankie sits up and moves across the bed, holding out his phone for you to read the article he was studying beforehand.

“I don’t know about this Frankie,” you shake your head, frowning while you avert your eyes from his. 

“Come here,” smirking devilishly as he brings his hands up to your arms, pulling you towards the bed. 

“Frankie–” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

He tilts his head up to look up at you with those big brown eyes that you often find difficult turning down. “Trust me,” his hands rubbing up and down your arms soothingly.  

“You know I do, Frankie, the hell did I marry you for,” you tease, you sneak your hands behind his neck and interlock your fingers as you lean down and press a soft kiss to his head.   

“Then c’mere, let me help,” he whispers and it sounds more like a plea. He’s pulling you down onto the bed, guiding you to sit up against the pillows. His hands find your robe, untying the knot in the soft belt across your waist. You lean forward slightly while he pulls your robe off slowly,  his eyes watching your face, searching for any indication to stop but he doesn’t find any. 

He tosses the robe behind him on the bed as he leans down over you, nudging your legs open as he settles himself between your legs. He brings his hands back up to the thin material of your tank top, cupping your tender breasts in his large hands. 

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, fuck–, so pretty baby,” he babbles lowly, goosebumps erupt on your skin, even after years of being married to him he still knows exactly what to say to make you feel so desirable. 

He gently squeezes your breasts, his thumb sweeps over your nipple back and forth, you whine softly as your hands find his hair, burying your fingers in his curls. It hurts but it’s pleasurable, the pressure he’s using feels better than what you were doing earlier in the bath. 

Frankie pinches your covered nipples between his rough fingers, hardening under his touch, you hiss when he tweaks them tightly, Frankie pauses, his eyes meet yours for a moment, “it’s okay–feels good, keep going,” you whisper to him. 

He brings his mouth down to one of your nipples and sucks it through the material with his other hand still fondling your other nipple. “Fuck– that feels good Frankie,” you moan, he whimpers lowly and feels his cock twitch in his boxers. Your eyes roll back in your head, your mouth falls open and he hollows his cheeks, sucking harder around your nipple. 

His mouth lets go of your breast, you look down to see the wet patch that formed over your peaked-covered nipple before he hastily pulls the tank top over your head, tossing it onto the floor, Frankie lets out a shameless groan when his eyes hungrily lock on your bare chest like a missile to a target. 

He leans in closer, his mouth hovering over your breast. You feel the warmth of his breath over your breast, a tingling sensation sneaks down your body. His hot mouth closes around your pebbled nipple. 

“Shit, Frankie,” you arch further into his mouth, and he moans and his tongue flicks up against your peaked nipple, and then he bites down softly, his eyes open, looking up at you from under his eyelashes. Frankie feels a slight warm gush fill his mouth, his eyes slip closed, whimpering around the bud. 

You tug on Frankie’s hair, pulling his mouth away from you, your stomach twisting at his reaction when he feels the gush of liquid filling his mouth. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know that would happen-”

“Baby, hey, it’s okay. I was just surprised-” 

“No I know, it’s just gross,” you frown, feeling the pang of embarrassment in your belly.

“It’s not–it’s not gross. I–I liked it,” Frankie says sheepishly. 

“Really?” you ask softly. 

He laughs lightly and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth then another just below your jaw. His beard scraping along your skin as he places wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, all the way down past your collarbones until he reaches the valley of your breasts once again.

“Relax baby, I got ya,” he whispers against your skin.

Your eyes squeeze shut, your head falls back against the headboard, and your hand comes up to the nape of his neck, petting at his long brown curls. He ducks down to bring his mouth to your nipple, he parts his lips around the bud, his tongue circling around the bud a few times, licking at your nipple, he closes his lips and sucks softly before tugging it between his teeth, he hums around it, making you grasp at the sheets beneath you, a low ache building in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it baby boy,” you say softly, petting his hair. You open your eyes when you feel him press his cock against your leg, his cock stirring in his boxers at your praise. 

He’s loving this, loves the taste of you and loves how good he’s making you feel. 

His hand palms your other breast, squeezing and kneading the meat of your tit, beads of milk collecting at the peak. He takes your nipple in between his calloused fingers and pinches it harder between his index and middle finger, the milk pours out from the bud down his hand and onto his forearm. 

Frankie feels the warm liquid on his arm, his mouth letting go of your breast, his pupils full of lust never leaving your face as he lifts his left hand up and licks a long slow, thick stripe from his forearm up his hand. Your mouth falls open and your chest heaves at the sight. 

“You taste so fucking sweet, baby,” he groans, his eyes closing at the taste of you. His cock twitches against your leg, now painfully hard in his boxers. 

He dips his head back down and licks up the milk leaking down your torso up to your nipple. He moans once his hot mouth latches around the stiff peak and his tongue swirls around it. He laps up the warm white liquid he’s sucking out of your breast. “There you go baby, just like that,” you sigh, closing your eyes and your head falls back against the headboard. 

One of his knees perches onto your leg, he grinds his cock against the meat of your thigh, he moans deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of your breasts. “So, needy for me huh, baby boy,” you tut, gripping firmly onto his soft curls. 

He whines quietly, and unbeknownst to Frankie, he starts rutting his hard length against your leg in slow, shallow thrusts, you feel a rumble of a moan in his throat around your nipple. At the sudden movement, your head snaps up to see your husband getting himself off against your body, his teeth sinking into your breast. 

You’ve never seen him like this before, he’s insatiable and relentless and it makes your pussy pulse and clench around nothing. 

“Ohhh that’s it– good boy Frankie,” you moan breathlessly, feeling him suck harder on your breast with a deep groan.

You grab at Frankie’s hair again, your hand combs his hair back while tugging at his hair, gently pulling his head back and he whines loudly when you pull his mouth away from your breast. You catch a glistening sheen on his lips when you direct his head to your other breast. 

Your eyes meet his dark, blown out pupils as your thumb rubs his cheek down to the corner of his mouth. You thumb the bottom of his plump, soft lip, wiping the milk off of his mouth. Your thumb slips between his lips and you whisper, “Who’s my good boy?” 

He shivers beneath your touch, “I am,” he murmurs softly, his head resting down on your chest once again. Your hand cradles his head and you move your hand down along his head to cup his face.

You watch your husband’s eyes shut as he closes his mouth around your nipple and continues suckling from your breast, “Fuck– Frankie, keep going,” you pant into his hair, your hands still toying with his curls, eliciting another whine from him. 

He shifts and begins fucking himself into the mattress once again, seeking any type of friction possible. 

Watching your husband getting himself off to your body sends a sharp, hot spark of arousal down your spine straight to your core, your pussy throbbing and your panties now wet and sticky with your slick. 

You smirk and bring your lips down to his ear, whispering the word that you know lights a fire within him.  “You’re making mommy feel so good baby,” and Frankie whimpers, his mouth swallowing your breast whole, his hips grinding down faster into the mattress. 

“That’s it, baby, atta boy, such a good boy for mommy,” you coo into his ear. Frankie lets out a high-pitched whine, his hips stuttering and groaning when he feels himself spilling out all over the inside of his boxers. Your mouth falls open, your eyes wide as you stare at him, realizing he just came simply from putting his mouth on you. 

His hips shudder, occasionally jerking erratically, his legs shaking uncontrollably as he hisses from overstimulation, you continue whispering praises into his ears. 

While his mouth works on relieving your breast you take matters into your own hands, bringing your fingers down to your neglected cunt. You press your fingers into your covered slit, feeling the wetness of your pussy through the material before pushing your panties to the side. You move your fingers to your throbbing clit, circling eagerly while his tongue swirls over your nipple. 

He bites down on the bud a little more harshly, feeling another gush of warm liquid in his mouth, “tastes so good mi corozòn,” he whimpers against your breast, closing his eyes while his teeth nip at the wet bud. 

Feeling a cooling wetness from his eyes seeping onto your breast, you briefly look down to find tears stinging his eyes from the pleasure, the teeth marks on your nipples, your skin all wet and red from his mouth. 

He continues sucking at your breast, licking up the sweet taste of you into his mouth and moaning around your nipple, savoring the taste. 

You slip your fingers into your wet heat with a moan. “So good, Frankie, ohhh– you’re doing so well for mommy,” you gasp out while grinding your hips up into your own hand.  He whimpers, his cock twitches, throbbing lightly against the mattress, he’s getting hard just from hearing that word once again. 

Your other hand roughly tugs on Frankie’s soft locks, pushing his head further into you, swallowing more of your breast into his mouth. 

Frankie was too far gone to notice, but you realize he’s grinding himself into the bed once again, still moaning and whimpering into your tender flesh. You thrust your fingers into your pussy, timing them to Frankie’s thrusts into the bed, the wet squelch from your fingers thrusting in and out obscenely echoes in your bedroom. 

“That’s perfect, Frankie— don– don’t stop…shit. I’m so close–” You curl your fingers inside yourself, petting at the spongy spot deep inside while his teeth nip and lick and suck at your tit. 

You shout Frankie’s name as your back arches off the bed, legs shaking around Frankie’s body when your orgasm finally sweeps over you. 

He pulls off your nipple with a wet pop, moving fast to sit up and back on his knees, his hands making quick work of pulling off his underwear. His cock bobs up against the soft swell of his stomach. He hisses when he wraps a large hand around the girth and he thumbs the wide blunt of his tip smearing the beads of pearly white dribbling out from the slit. 

Your tongue pokes out, licking your bottom lip before biting down on the flesh. Your hands massage your breasts, your fingers pinching your erect, sensitive nipples under Frankie’s fucked out gaze. 

Desperately, he fists his cock over your figure. “Come, baby. Be a good boy and come for mommy,” you order him while staring into his eyes, dark and dilated, his mouth hanging open as he strokes his cock. 

Your low voice and your words are all he needs to bring him over the edge. The thrusting of his hips gets more erratic as he jacks his cock tighter in his hand and increases the pace, the wet, lewd slap from his strokes gets louder, his whimpers and pants filling the otherwise quiet room. 

“There you go, atta boy, give it to me Frankie, let it out," you encourage him softly. 

Your eyes watch the muscles in his soft belly tighten and his thighs tensing up, his moans growing louder and louder and louder, his eyes roll back into his head, “Fuck– mami,” a long drawn out, agonizing groan slipping past his lips, you watch as his cock twitches in his hand, his hips stammer as long, thick, warm ropes of cum paint your stomach. 

“That’s it baby, just like that, you did so good. So good Frankie,” you murmur. He opens his eyes and looks back down at you, still catching his breath while he watches the last of his cum spill onto your swollen breasts, he groans seeing the marks he’s left on your skin. Your tits are covered in splotches of red and teeth marks from his mouth, his come and the milk from your breasts leaking down your chest and onto your stomach. 

His hair is a mess, his pupils are blown out, he looks completely in a haze, utterly fucked out. You smirk up at him and click your tongue, “You made such a mess on mommy, Frankie.” 

His cheeks warm, the redness creeping down his neck and chest, he’s embarrassed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he mumbles, his hand scratching the back of his neck.  

You move your fingers down your stomach, gathering his cum onto your fingers, “Don’t get shy on me now, come here my love,” your other hand reaches for him.

He crawls up towards your side, you slip a coated finger into your mouth and you close your eyes and hum. Frankie curses quietly to himself, seeing your pearly-covered finger slipping into your mouth and back out devoid of sheen. 

You bring a finger up to his mouth, your fingertip pressing against his lips, “open,” you order. You take advantage of his jaw slackening, sticking your glossy finger into his mouth and his lips close around your digit. You feel his tongue flatten underneath your finger then swirls it around your finger as he sucks it clean, he closes his eyes, his brows furrow, and he moans at the salty taste. 

“See, I keep telling you, you taste good, sweetheart,” you smile down at him, tucking a single brown lock behind his ear. 

“You did so good for me baby, made me feel so good,” you tell him while holding his patchy-bearded face. He chuckles timidly before pressing his lips to yours, licking behind your teeth, tasting himself in your mouth and mumbles a faint I love you against your lips.  

Frankie pecks your lips again before sitting up and walking over to the bathroom. You hear him flick the light on and the tap turning on and off while your eyes drift shut. You feel the warm wet rag dragging across your tummy and your tits, and then down between your folds as he cleans you up with tenderness. 

You open your eyes again when you hear him pad off towards the bathroom once more, watching him toss the washcloth back in the bathroom before he tucks himself into your side and nuzzles his face into the valley of your breasts, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling your skin.  

Frankie’s low voice breaks the comfortable silence, “Next time it hurts, you tell me cariño, ‘m more than happy to do that again,” he says shyly, feeling the smile on his face against your chest.

You fail to suppress your giggle, “Yeah, you enjoyed yourself didn’t you, sweet boy?” Your fingers run through his long soft brown curls, your fingertips grazing down his neck, a hint of sweat at the end of his hair along the back of his neck. 

“Mhm,” he hums, and you grin into his hair, pressing your lips to his messy curls, your eyelids heavy with sleep. He feels your fingers still, Frankie tilts his head to look up at you, “Don’t fall asleep yet, we’re not done mi vida, I still need to make you come again.”

[lost-in-beacon-hills]

I think at this point everyone has different opinions on each of the Districts and honestly I love that. It's so fun to read people's thoughts.

(I'm sure I'm not the first person to think or say this but) I have a theory on why District One/Two win so many of the games beyond just being Volunteers in a game full of people going in blind.

It's something I've thought heavily about and even incorporated into my own fanfics.

But District One, I think, they win by raising their volunteers to be pretty. They train them to fight, yes, but I think they pull sponsors by making their kids "sexy." In both the book and movie, Glimmer is heavily sexualized. In the book, she's in a sheer gown that shows everything. In the movie, they tone it down but still show quite a bit of her body during the interview. Even the two victors we get to hear a little more about (Cashmere and Gloss) are mentioned to be pretty. Despite being a sibling duo, they're incredibly popular within the Capitol.

But even after they get 'popular' they don't turn down their attractiveness. She still dresses pretty with make up and smiles like she's been taught to do. He's still beefy and hot. You would think if they had any bodily autonomy they would start to tone themselves down in order to get away from the sex slavery.

I think sex appeal is what makes them a victor. Literally. People 'sponsor' them in the hopes of getting to fuck them. They get told that these people are who they're indebted to and most likely are forced into sex as a way to 'repay' them. Everyone says if Glimmer had won she would become the next Cashmere. Which is true. But no one points out how this is planned and a tactic that one consistently uses. Once they win they realize how fucked they are. They don't know they shouldn't want to win until it's over. It's too late to back out. Part of why Cashmeres life is devastating is because Gloss knew what was coming and he wanted better for her. But it happened away. And now they're stuck repaying the Capitol with their bodies.

In Two I think they raise fighters. They put all their effort into skill, endurance and survival. Out of all of the districts I think they do the best at giving them a chance. They make sure they send the best trained, the most skilled and the smartest. Clove is such a good example of this. She never missed her target. (Except for when Katniss moved the backpack making her miss). She was brilliant. Cato too. He was strong and a fantastic fighter. They only lost because the story demanded Katniss win. Hell there's so many moments where Katniss almost dies at their hands only to **magically** get away. (Thresh owing her, tracker jacker nest, not seeing her a few feet away) all of it. They weren't stupid meat heads. They were warriors. Children raised to kill.

I think they delbrately send plain victors. They don't want want to send "pretty" kids. They tone down any sort of beauty their tributes have. One of my favorite examples is Enobaria. She's pretty. And I think that's her downfall. It's mentioned in the series that she wins by ripping another tributes throat out with her teeth. (A popular theory is she was raped and used the very last thing she had in order to get away.) But she ends up getting her teeth filed down. While a lot of people think it was the Capitol, I believe it was her mentors. They filed them down, knowing she wouldn't be able to be raped again. I mean, who would have sex with her knowing one wrong move and you could be dead? She can bite your dick off in seconds if she wanted to. (Not to say she doesn't get booked) It would sway a lot of people away. I think much like Haymitch fighting against Katniss's breast implants, her mentors fought to get her teeth sharpened.

If they're able to I believe Two will alter the victors in order to make them less desirable. One plays it up, Two tones it down winning off skill and merit alone. Any sponsors they get isn't driven by sex.

It's why they win so much, and why the other districts have such a hard time getting sponsors.

I also think that District Four, the last of the career pack, has it's own way of creating victors. They send tributes like the rest but I think they do something different from the rest. My own headcanon is that they send orphans. It's fucked up but if I remember correctly they never mention Finnick having family.

I think they take the kids with nowhere else to go and put them in a training center. Whoever scores the best goes that year. Unluckily for Finnick, he was picked at 14. He was attractive, and part of me thinks Mags played into that to give him the advantage, thinking he didn't have family to leverage. It would have been fine, but then Annie happened. They use her as a control tactic.

I also think Finnick is the reason it was a one and done on leaning into the sex appeal. It fucked him over. Annie was pretty too but she wasn't used. (No one has ever said ah yes she's crazy let's just not rape her, fuckwads do it anyways.) But I think Mags learned from her mistake and played Annie down. Made her less pretty like they do in Two.

It's fucked. The entire system is fucked. But I think each 'career' district creates winners any way they can. No one in Four would volunteer they're disillusioned unlike one and two. So why not send the kids who have nothing, no one to come back to? In Two why not train them and maim them after to keep them safer? In One why not make them fuckable to win? They won't understand until its too late?

Maybe I've overthought this. Probably have. Idk. Just a thought.

[leviismybby]

Flashbacks pt.2

Parining: Levi Ackerman x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+, minors dni, mastrubation both m! and f!, riding, oral m! receiving, light bondage, fingering, unspoken feelings from Levi and the reader, oh boy you're in for a ride....

Part 1

Part 3

"Levi!" Your voice is the best melody he has ever heard, he can listen to you moan his name all day. "Want me to go deeper sweetheart?" He gently plants a hand behind your neck pulling you into him.

It's that skin-to-skin contact that makes him go wild. Levi feels like his body is on fire, you're so pretty and spend, it's such an addictive sight.

"Inside me Levi please." Oh, how can he deny you when you're begging for his cum in such a sweet voice? He will give you what you want, he will always give you anything you ask for.

Levi opens his eyes, he is breathing laboriously, and sweat is dripping down his forehead onto his sheets. "What the fuck...." He says, checking under his sheet, he is hard, fully hard.

A dream?.... A fucking wet dream? He has never had one of those, what are you doing to him? Levi sits up putting his face into his hands, how will he look you in the eyes today? His whole squad will be training under him today, which means that you'll be there too.

The sun is just rising, lighting his room up in orange colors. He has to take a shower now, it's like he had a full-on workout. Even in his dreams, you haunt him. It's not fair. For a second he thinks that you might be a witch, you put some kind of spell on him and now he doesn't have another thought in his mind other than you.

Cold water hits his back and he inhales sharply, the marks your nails left still feel fresh. Four whole days have passed since that night happened and the more time that goes by, the more you consume his thoughts.

Hesitantly his hand reaches down to grab his cock as he pictures your curves. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He pumps his cock in his hand, head thrown back against the shower wall.

That perfect cunt, so tight and warm. Those immaculate breasts that fit perfectly into his hands. That face you make when you are about to cum.

Everything about you was perfect. There isn't another word that Levi can describe you in.

Feeling himself get close he bites his lower lip, it doesn't feel half as good as you did but it will have to do for how. He bucks his hips, cum spilling onto the floor.

He is fucked.

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You roll in your bed for the hundredth time unable to sleep, usually you're out like a log but specific someone isn't letting your brain sleep.

Levi isn't getting out of your head, it's like he permanently implanted himself in your thoughts. He clearly has zero intention to move. To go. For you to forget him. Accept that it was just a one-time thing.

But how could you possibly think that when he held you in his arms as you cuddled next to his fireplace when he made you tea and massaged your sore areas before you fell asleep?

There is no point in denying that you want him again. You want to feel that euphoria of him between your thighs looking at you like a man starved.

Before you can think your hand has already slowly made its way past your pajama shorts into your underwear. You hiss as your cold fingers touch your most sensitive spots, slowly rubbing your figures back and forth.

Screw you, Levi. You think as you put one finger in, burying your face into your pillow. This is the best you can do to at least ease the tension in your body a little.

Your back arches off the bed as you picture Levis head between your legs. Walls, he was good with his tongue, you remember his every movement.

Not to mention his fingers, what else did you expect, the man was an expert on working with ODM gear, of course, he is equally skilled when they are buried deep in you.

You bit into your shirt,a quiet moan leaves your lips and you cum. These are the things that this man has you doing and he isn't even present.

Getting frustrated with yourself, you decide to get up, it's early morning, the sun is rising and your room is lit by beautiful colors.

You have training today with your squad and that means seeing your captain. You're still gonna have to wear a turtleneck, the hickies are still visible.

Levi and you haven't crossed paths since that night for whatever reason. In the back of your mind, you hope that you drive him crazy as much as he drives you crazy. It's only fair.

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After breakfast you head out with Olou and Petra, snickering at their childish bickering or flirting, whichever they prefer. The three of you walk onto the training ground joining the rest of your squad.

Captain Levi is sitting on one of the crates looking his odm gear over. From the corner of your eyes you glance at him, he seems focused almost like your presence doesn't bother him at all.

Stop looking at me damn it you. Levi thinks as he feels your eyes on him, his foot starts tapping on the ground. The rest of the squad doesn't notice the thick air between you two.

You look back at Eld as he talks about his last titan kill, all proud of himself. Can Levi go back to normal after everything? Was it really just a one-night stand and nothing beyond that?

"Listen up." Levi's voice catches your attention, his eyes focused on Gunther as he spoke. "Today you will be working solo, I want speed, the fastest you can go. Commander Erwin has reported that there were more abnormal titans than usual during the last expedition."

All of you salute. "Yes sir!" Your eyes found Levis, it's quick but it's enough to send shivers down both of your bodies. This is going to be a long training day....

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"Yes!" You shout as you successfully cut down the training dummy, this was the fastest you have ever done it. Deciding to take a quick break, you let yourself on the ground and lean against a tree.

Training might have maintained your thoughts from going back to that night with Levi but it didn't stop you from thinking about Levi. You were wondering where he was, it was required for the captains in charge of training to check up on their squad members every ten to twenty minutes, it's been about an hour and he still hasn't shown up to check on you.

Grabbing your water flask, you sit on the ground looking up at the bright clouds. You close your eyes to inhale the fresh air but instead of getting peace, you get a memory...

All that can be heard in Levi's office are moans and skin slapping. You are currently seated above him in his chair as his hands grab your hips, his cock deep inside of you.

"Fuck. The way you feel!" He growls, his fingers digging into your hips as he starts bouncing you on his cock. Your eyes haven't left each other for a second, neither of you can look away.

And sometimes when you tried, his hand was there to stop you from looking anywhere else but him. He would take your cheek in his hand and turn your head towards him "Don't look away. Please don't." It's like he was begging to look into your eyes, he was closer to you that way. He could see all you feel like he was starting directly into your soul.

When he feels that you're close, he stops moving your hips and you whine desperately trying to cum. "I wanna cum....Levi." You lay your head onto his shoulder and he kisses your hair.

"You'll cum, baby. Wait." He is cockwarming you because he doesn't want it to end. Never in his life has he been so desperate for something. Levi is afraid that if he lets go, it will be over and you might hate him even if you have no reason to.

After a few minutes, he starts rocking your hips back and forth on his cock and you moan into his skin. This is all too much, the intimacy of it all. It's like you're lovers who can't get enough of each other.

But you delete that thought, it doesn't need to be there. This was just a few hours of you two finally breaking that heavy tension you've had for years. Nothing more and nothing less.

Your walls clamp down on him and he moans pulling your hair so that he can see your face when you cum. "I want your eyes on me every time you cum, understood?" He kisses you.

You nod, moaning against his lips. This is insane, how can it feel so good and why does it feel so good with him? Sex was something you had from time to time, just a little stress relief but this was different.

You would die for him right now if he asked you to and Levi would do the same for you.

"I'm cumming!" You pull away from his lips, working your hips in a quick pace. Levi throws his head back and you get a glimpse at how much you marked him. "That's my girl, cum." He says feeling your walls close right around him as you cum.

That's all it takes, he pulls out of you making you whimper at the sudden emptiness and cums all over your thighs and stomach.

"Tch. Is this how you're going to be on expeditions too?" Your head jerks towards the voice and you find Levi standing before you with an unimpressed look on his face.

"No sorry captain." Standing up quickly, you dust the dirt off your uniform. "...I was caught in a daydream." You mumble, not sure if your captain heard you or not.

"I have been watching you from afar. Impressive how fast you were while taking those dummies down. Continue the good work." Honestly, he wasn't paying attention to your skills, he was watching you. More focused on the way your hips moved with that odm gear.

He needs to get away from you. All he wants to do is pin you against this tree and claim your lips, to pull that turtleneck down and give you more bites to worry about.

But he manages to hold back his desires, it's not the time and it for sure isn't the place for those sorts of things.

"Leviii!" He hears Hange call out behind him, already rolling his eyes at her. "What is it four eyes?"

"His majesty Erwin has requested you to his office along with me. He says it's urgent." Hange shrugs her shoulders before quickly winking at you. Urgent? Levi knows Erwin well by now to know that it most likely isn't that serious since he sent Hange to get him.

"Name, you and others continue to work in pairs while I'm absent." He says walking past you with Hange, maybe you really should forget about that night. He seemed to have.

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Turns out that Levi was right about the meeting, it wasn't urgent in any matter, just the military police being annoying pricks like they always were.

As Erwin spoke, Levi's mind didn't focus on a single thing. Again, it was all you. Fuck you looked so good flying with your ODM gear through the air.

The way your eyes looked up at him today reminded him of something......

You're on your knees before him, mouth on his cock, your hand resting on his thigh while the other runs up and down his abs. If Levi could make a portrait of you like this, he would pay all the money in the world just to look at you over and over again.

"You're doing so well for me hmm?" He strokes your hair as you bob your head up and down, taking him deeper into your warm mouth.

A hiss leaves his mouth when he feels his head hit the back of your throat and you gag on him. Slight spit is dripping down your mouth, your eyes watery as they look at him.

You deep-throat him a few more times before pulling his cock out of your mouth, your spit connected to his head.

"Fucking filthy.." His hand tangles itself in your hair and he slaps his cock onto your face a few times before bringing it back to your mouth.

"Open those pretty lips." And you do without zero hesitation, you swirl your tongue around his tip for a bit and then take him again fully.

It isn't long before he is twitching in your mouth, both of his hands are tangled in your hair as he pushes you deeper.

"Oh..fuck! Yes just like that.." He moans throwing his head back when he feels you grab his balls to make him finish sooner.

His cum fills your mouth completely and you hum, enjoying his taste. Once you draw your head back, you look up at him and swallow.

Levi might think that he is on the verge of insanity at the sight, fuck he is going to wreck you. His hands fall from your hair to your face, he wipes his cum off the corner of your lips. "That's a good girl but it's my turn now."

He kisses you on the lips, tasting himself on your tongue. You are under him in no time, he licks at your pulse, loving the way you shiver under him. "Will you let me try something?" He gently moves the hair from your face, your eyes are already saying yes to him but he wants to hear your voice.

"Anything." That sweet tone of your voice is enough to make him fired up again, he stands up and takes his cravat from the floor. "Give me your hands." The way that you obey immediately makes Levi let out a groan, you are perfect aren't you?

Tying your hands together, Levi pins them above your head. His other hand travels down your body and he slips his finger into your heat.

You arch your back off the sofa, monas filling Levis ears. "I have fucked you already, how are you still this fucking tight?" His finger curls deep inside of you and Levi soon adds a second one.

"Mmmm!" You close your eyes from the pleasure but then open them when you feel him stop moving. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I want those eyes on me beautiful." You obey looking at him, God he looks so pretty in the moonlight. "There you go."

His fingers pump into you with a ruthless speed and you feel that your high will soon hit. Levi feels it too, he feels the way your walls clench around his fingers.

A third finger enters you and you hate the fact that you can't touch him right now. Levi is focusing on the faces you're making as your eyes are locked, he enjoys the fact that he is the one who brings you this much pleasure.

"You gonna cum on my fingers for me?" You moan. "Kiss me, Levi." He can't say no when you say it like that. His lips crash onto yours and you whine against his mouth as you cum on his fingers.

Levi feels his cock strain against his pants, cursing you in his head. How is he supposed to concentrate on anything? All out of focus and sexually frustrated?

Fuck, he has nowhere to run now. It's either having you again or suffering in memory of you and Levi isn't ready for either. If he has you again, he won't let go and he is afraid that his feelings might slip out or show. If he doesn't have you, he will go insane.

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Levi returns to the training ground and sees you sparring with Petra, he darts his eyes away from you. Are you aware of how crazy you make him? Or did you already forget about that night?

"I win!" Petra happily says as she knocks you to the ground. You lost focus again, of course, you did as soon as you saw Levi enter your view the only thing on your mind is how deep inside of you he was a few nights ago.

"Congratulations." You tell Petra as she helps you get up. Fixing your straps your eyes lock with Levi and your breath hitches in your throat. There is something in them that you can't read, like a force pulling you in.

"Are we done for today?" Eld asks out of breath as he and Gunther walk over to you. "We are but remember that Olou and you have stable duty tonight. Name you stay and clean up the training ground."

Levi dismissed all of you, for some reason, you feel upset that he isn't treating you any differently than before. He walks off before you get the chance to talk to him alone.

So that's how it is then.....

After you have cleaned the training gear and prepared everything for tomorrow's training, you return inside heading straight for the dining hall as you feel your stomach grumbling from hunger.

"Name wait!" You see Hange running towards you with papers in her hands. "Here, please report these to the captain." She pushes the papers into your hands and than runs off towards the commander's office. Damn. You can't escape him, can you?

You feel like your heart is going to jump out of your chest as you stand before his office, you haven't been in there since...well...

Knocking a few times you wait for a response. "What?"

"It's me. Section commander Hange told me to give you these papers sir." The door opens, Levi stands in front of you with his cravat undone making you catch a glimpse of the marks you left on his collarbones, you glump.

Levi takes the papers from your hands, reading through the first report, he notices your eyes on him. "Need something else name?"

Fuck, that voice. He begs you to say yes, yes you do, to push him back into his office and lock the door as he has his way with you again.

He steps away from the door, leaving it open so that he gives you a choice, that look in his eyes is loud and clear. If you walk in he will know that you want this as bad as he does but if you don't, he won't try pursuing you again.

A sly smirk appears on his features as he hears the door close and then lock.

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[kittyit]

This is a long and loaded ask so feel free to delete but it's completely earnest

I've been a radfem for about 3-4 years now (radfemhagen but I got termed) and honestly I still struggle w genuine dysphoria. All the reading, critical thinking, talking w detrans women is definitely eye opening and helped me but it hasn't healed me of my ~gender feels~ if you know what I mean. I remember trying to get tips from other blogs but all I remember was something about doing physical labor with other women or just being around other women but that isn't helping either, I'm so disgusted by my female body and how I'm seen (especially by men and especially as a lesbian) and it's just getting worse. I've been thinking about going on a low dose of T even but I know there's other options to coping, like there HAS to be SOMETHING. I can't just will it out anymore.

Help a gyn out

this and it's probably better saved for an essay but i felt moved to respond to you straight up. i'm going to explain three really important parts of my journey to a place where i almost never experience the intense and life-disrupting distress around my sex (diagnosed as dysphoria) except in times of extreme stress, and even then it's fleeting.

one essential thing i did was stop thinking of transition as an option for myself. this is something i see a lot of detrans/desisted women struggle with. i think this is a mental trap. "if i don't feel better in x amount of time or when i do x, i'll transition" removes the urgency and necessary nature of working through the distress around your sex. i've written in a few pieces about when my girlfriend max asked me to not do it 3 days before my first t shot, it genuinely felt like the last light in a dark harbor going out. i felt utterly hopeless. i felt like my last solution had been taken from me and i would never feel better.

i came to my decision to never pursue transitional medicine first through listening from my girlfriend and other detrans women. to take seriously the pain & trauma detrans women go through. to listen when they said this did not help me, this was not help, it did not fix these feelings of distress. to listen to detrans women is to understand that transitional medicine is an unethical practice being done by unethical practitioners. it's also to understand that this solution is not what it's presented as. taking these women's experiences and analysis seriously meant ruling it out as a coping mechanism for myself, ever. but there are so many reasons to make the decision not to participate in transition medicine - political & practical. not giving money to surgeons who traffic in literal female flesh. not wanting to risk all of the under-studied, ignored negative long-term health effects. not wanting to signal to the women around you that there is no way to survive as a woman like you without transitional medicine. defiance of new patriarchal expectations for women like you. defiance of the pressures that tell you that this is the thing that will make you feel better - like makeup, like labiaplasty, like breast implants, like an elective double mastectomy. defiance in general.

so the first thing was to stop thinking of transitioning as an option. i said no. the second thing was to stop thinking of my distress as dysphoria. to un-diagnose myself with this word that means i need to take T and get a mastectomy and undergo phalloplasty to have a chance of ever being happy. you mention disgust for your body, you mention disgust for how you're seen by men and as a lesbian. disgust for yourself on these points is anger at patriarchy, lesbian-hating society & men turned inward on yourself instead of the people who deserve it. it's an impulse of someone dealing with oppression to blame one's self for it and think there are things we can do to escape it. it's no different than a woman trapped in domestic violence obsessing over what she could have done differently to not set him off this time - the right dinner, place setting, clothing & tone. the idea that woman- and lesbian-hating can be escaped as easily as transitional medicine claims it can is simply not true. the experiece of a woman who passes as a man is another exerperience of womanhood, still under the bell jar of misogyny.

what helped me with these feelings of distress was pinpointing exactly where they came from and what they meant. i know this isn't helpful for everyone. but it's almost like going deeper and deeper on the feeling make it more and more clear what needed to be addressed. here's one spiral to the center: i want to chop off my tits → why? → i hate my breasts → why? → they feel ugly and disgusting → why? → i got them so young, they're so large and people stare → why does that bother you? → i feel so ugly and out of place → why does that bother you? → i feel so alone and worthless → how do you feel? → i feel lonely → what do you need? → i need connection.

"i want to chop off my tits" is not a coherent feeling - every human alive has complex reasons for the things they say, think and do. if you can get to the bottom of where these sensations and feelings and disturbances diangosed as dysphoria are coming from, you can figure out how to address them. what is the feeling at the bottom, what is going unaddressed? and quite honestly a lot of the time it's not an easy answer. sometimes the answers are super hard to grapple with. sometimes the need cannot be fulfilled or are very difficult to fulfill. but once you've decided that transition is not on the table, the quest to find those answers becomes a lot more essential.

this isn't something anyone is really meant to do alone. when i hear you say you hate being seen as a lesbian and how men treat you, i hear an inherent isolation in that. i could be wrong, i know a lot of people can still feel lonely when they have a strong support system, but i would say the majority of women do not have the kind of friend group and number of connections they need to be socially supported. so another big part of this is breaking out of isolation and being around other women who "get it" - whether virutally or in real life. humans are a pack animal and this is an isolating age.

so that's my three parter to your question

1. say no to transitional medicine

2. undiagnose yourself with dysphoria and instead figure out why you're feeling what you're feeling

3. seek out friendship, community, and ways of thought that can help you address those feelings

[topguncortez]

A Gift To Remember || Whumptober Day 10 - B. Floyd

whumptober masterlist

synopsis: you and bob had been trying for a long time to start a family of your own. and right when you start to see the light at the end of the tunnel, it gets snuffed out

@ailesswhumptober prompt: abandoned

word count: 2.4k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriages, failed IVF, mentions of female anatomy, cursing, grammar errors.

You wanted to cry. The hot tears behind your eyes held both the excitement and fear you had been holding in for the past three minutes. You tried your best to not look at the ticking black dots on the small screens as you waited. It was only driving you crazier, but you couldn’t look away either. Everything that you had been waiting and praying for was about to be determined in a matter of seconds.

It had been three years of being treated like a human science experiment. Three years of being told your chances of conceiving were slim to none. Three years of doctor’s appointments, spreading your legs so some doctor could take a swab of your uterus to test the thickness of the lining. You didn’t even know that was something that had to be done. The lining of your interior organ was too thin apparently, not suitable for an embryo to latch itself onto. Three years of being treated like a pincushion, dropping your pants for Bob to inject you at the same time, in the same spot, every day. Three years of tears and failed transfers because your body decided to not do the one thing you were put on this planet to do.

Bob never blamed you. He had supported you, holding your hand through all the procedures and tears shed. He was right by your side, making sure you took your meds, that you were mentally okay, and injecting your thigh with hormones. Bob was your rock, always staying strong as you were broken after every “failed” appointment.

But your most recent transfer had been a success. Your lining was thick enough and your doctor went ahead with the transfer, transferring one of the three fertilized embryos. Bob held your hand tightly, watching the screen as the doctor implanted the egg into you. He had stayed up for hours, talking to your belly, encouraging them to grow, as if they could hear him, or if they had even stuck. It had been over two months since the transfer when you had started noticing the small changes. The constant headaches, the nausea, and the achy breasts were all signs you normally got but the one that stood out to you was the lack of a menstrual cycle. You had sprinted to the drug store, buying a 3 pack of Clearblue pregnancy tests and a bottle of water.

The small screens were haunting you as the words read back. The wording ingraining into your eyes: POSITIVE. All you could do was grab onto the sink to stop you from collapsing. They had never said that before, they were always negative. Not once did you ever get back a positive pregnancy test. You let out a squeal of excitement, covering your mouth as you cried.

The sound of a car door slamming shut, had you turning your head to the closed bathroom door. You could hear Bob greet your dog: Bosco as he came in. You quickly grabbed all three pregnancy tests and ran down the hall. Bob smiled as he kneeled down to pet his dogs and noticed your frantic running down the stairs.

“Whoa babe where’s the. . . “ All you could do was hold the pregnancy tests up, as Bob’s eyes did his best to read them, “. . . fire. Are those positive?”

“They’re positive!” You smiled big. Bob stood up from the ground and ran over to you on the stairs, taking all three in his hand.

“Oh my god. . . oh my god! They’re positive! Oh my god!” Bob yelled and threw his arms around your middle hugging you tightly. He kissed your cheek and nuzzled his head into your neck, letting his own tears fall down his face.

He had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. He had never shown you his emotions throughout this process, to him, it was important he was the strong one. He wasn’t the one who was being injected and examined and their body was failing them constantly. Bob hid his emotions well, locking himself in the bathroom at night while you were sleeping, putting a towel underneath the door jam, and breaking down. Silent sobs would leave his mouth and he prayed that you wouldn’t wake up and hear him. He cried almost every night, feeling like a failure too. He didn’t understand, it was so easy for the people around him to get pregnant without trying, but for some reason, it was mission impossible for you guys.

Bob let you go, setting you back down on the step carefully. He leaned his forehead against yours, cradling your face in his hands, “I love you, so fucking much.” He whispered against your lips.

“I love you too, Bob,” You whispered back, your hands finding their way to his face. You two stood there in silence, in each other’s embrace, soaking in the moment. The moment that you had wanted since day one. Bob always wanted to be a dad, and you always wanted to be a mom.

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You and Bob had been on cloud nine for a week after finding out you were pregnant. Bob had told the dagger squad. The boys had known about your guys’ fertility issues, they had also been a rock to help you and Bob stand tall after failures. Bob had confided in each of them, Jake more than his own brothers. They had gotten close after the Uranium Mission, Jake considering Bob to be one of his brothers. 

They were beyond ecstatic that you and Bob were pregnant. They all had their own little families, and could see the painful looks on your guys' faces anytime they would come visit. Jake and his wife did their best to give you time with their babies, but you had started to gently decline, your own pain becoming too much to bear, and didn’t want their pity.

Bob held your hand tightly as his knee was bouncing quickly. You guys were at your first doctor's appointment, the first time you will be able to see your baby. Bob’s hands were shaking and your heart was pounding in your chest. Usually, these appointments were disappointing, telling you guys that the transfer process was being halted or had failed because of you. But for once you were optimistic. The hardest part was over, and now you just wanted to see your growing little baby.

“Knock, knock,” The doctor said, poking her head inside the exam room. You smiled up at her as she walked in, “Y/N, Bob, let’s take a look at that baby, shall we?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” Bob breathed out. You smiled at him as he kissed your hand. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in, standing by your head, his eyes trained on the ultrasound machine screen.

“This is going to be cold,” The doctor said, picking up the gel and squirting it on your belly. You were used to the feeling by now, once a month you had an ultrasound to get lining measurements.

The doctor placed the transducer on your belly, and moved it around, getting the view of the inside of your body. You looked up at Bob with a smile, who shot one back down at you, before his coffee colored eyes went back to the screen. Your eyes went to the doctor, who had a puzzled look on her face. She clicked on several keys on the keyboard, while moving the transducer around to get a better look. She moved it around several times, pressing harder as she moved along. She glanced over at you, a grimm look on her face as she took a picture of the inside of your uterus, and put the transducer down.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, Bob, but I’m not seeing anything,” She said softly.

“What?” You asked, your voice light and confused, “B-But I’m pregnant. I took three fucking tests and they were all positive.”

“I’m sorry, it was a false positive. Your blood work sent up a flag, but there’s nothing on the ultrasound. I’m afraid you're not pregnant,” The doctor said. You bit your lip and shook your head, not wanting to believe anything she was saying. Bob’s grip on your hand loosened as he was absorbing the words the doctor had just said.

“T-this doesn’t make fucking sense!” Bob yelled and you flinched at the sound of his voice, “H-How can three fucking tests be wrong!?”

“I don’t know,” The doctor answered honestly, “But I do see some good signs, your lining looks within good measurements, your hormone levels do too. I know this transfer had failed, but things look optimistic for the next one.”

You nodded and looked away from her. She handed you a cloth to wipe up your belly, and you took it, mumbling a thanks. She apologized once again before leaving you and Bob alone in the room. The feeling of dread falling over the both of you. You were back to the beginning. The feeling of heartbreak and misery filling the room. Neither of you two spoke as you walked out of the room and back into the main waiting room, which was filled with expecting mothers. You felt like they were all mocking you with their protruding stomachs and bright smiles on their faces.

You two also didn’t say a word as you drove home. You didn’t even touch each other, being as far away in his car as you could possibly get. Bob pushed past the dogs, not greeting them like he usually would as he walked into the kitchen, grabbing the kettle and filling it up. You greeted the dogs and slowly walked into the kitchen as Bob had his back to you, looking out into the backyard. You sat at the kitchen island and put your head in your hands.

“At Least there was some good out of that,” You sighed. Bob scoffed, still looking out the window, “My lining is still thick and my hormone levels are good. That’s something is positive.”

Bob pushed off from his spot as the kettle started to whistle, opening up the cupboard and slamming it shut, mumbling something under his breath. You squinted at him, feeling the anger rolling off his body.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“It’s nothing,” Bob grumbled. He still had his back to you as he poured water into two mugs, placing tea bags in both.

“No, what is it.” You demanded from him.

He sighed and finally turned around to face you, “I can’t keep doing this. The false positives, the tears, the appointments, the ounce of fucking happiness for it to get stripped away in a matter of seconds.”

You stood up from your spot, and walked over to him, placing a hand on his bicep, rubbing your hand up and down it slowly, “I’m sorry. But when it’s our time, it’ll be our time. We still have frozen eggs and you heard the doctor, things are looking really good right now.”

Bob looked you in the eye, his face unreadable, as he shoved past you, “Your optimism makes me sick.”

Your jaw dropped. He had never said anything like this to you before. Usually Bob was the one picking up the pieces after disappointing appointments like todays. You followed Bob into the living room, as he set his mug down on the mantle, and ran his hands through his hair. His body language looked like he was ready for an argument, but his head and heart were telling him to just let it go.

“What the fuck!” You sneered, “Why would you say something like that?”

“Because you don’t realize this shit is fucking with me too!” Bob’s voice cracked as he yelled, turning around to face you. Tears were running down his face, leaving red streaks down his cheeks, “I am here too! I go through this pain too! I lost a child too!”

“I’m not saying you fucking didn’t, Bob! Or you’re not in pain too!”

“You don’t fucking acknowledge it!” Bob yelled, and stepped back, running a hand over his face, “I told my brothers and my best friend. I told my mother. Now I’m supposed to say ‘sike! It was all a lie! Y/N’s still not pregnant, again.'”

“You’re not the one who’s walking around like a constant fucking failure!” You screamed, “You’re not the one who is constantly getting asked when we are having kids! Everyone around me has kids and everyone looks at me like I’m fucking broken!”

“That’s not my fucking fault,” Bob said back, shaking his head and pointing to himself, “I have done everything I can to help you, Y/N!”

“I never said it fucking was, Bob!”

“You’re fucking acting like it!”

You screamed and stormed back into the kitchen. Bob hot on your heels. You two had never fought like this before. You both had a mutual understanding that this was hard on both of you. It took two to make a baby, no matter how that baby was made. Bob had felt just as guilty and sad about the failures along the way as you did. Bob had promised you time and time again that he never blamed you for what couldn’t happen.

“Real fucking mature, Y/N! Throw a fucking tantrum!” Bob yelled, as you gripped the counter, your back to him to hide the tears running down your face now too.

“I’m immature!?” You yelled turning around, “You’re fucking immature Bob!”

“It’s not my fucking fault your body can’t do the one thing it’s supposed to fucking do! I’m not the fucking defective one!”

As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted it. The look in your eyes said everything you were feeling. Bob had felt like he had just punched you in the chest, and that’s what it felt like. You covered your mouth as you let out a sob. Bob said what you had been feeling all along, defective. From the moment the doctor had told you about your fertility issues you had internally labeled yourself as defective. You had even broken down to Bob, calling yourself out loud defective and broken. Bob assured you that you were neither of those things and that your time to be a mother would come one way or another.

You shook your head, digging deep to find your voice, “If I’m so fucking defective, how about you just leave.”

“Fine,” Bob scoffed, “I will.” Bob turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen to the front door.

“If you walk out that door. . . don’t plan on ever coming back.”

Bob froze his hand on the knob. His mind couldn’t even think clearly, as he pulled the door open and walked out, letting it slam shut. The only sound in the house was the sound of your sobs as you fell to the kitchen floor in tears.

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[that-stone-butch]

hi, i have a question and i mean this in good faith, but why do some butches get top surgery? you mentioned it in some of your recent posts and i’m just trying to understand. i 100% believe in bodily autonomy so i’m not judging anyone for that decision, i’m just trying to understand so i can support people better. obviously there’s a lot of overlap between butches and transmascs but i don’t really understand why someone who still identifies as a woman (not all butches do, but “lesbian”/“wlw” still implies some connection to womanhood) would want to have that surgery unless it was to prevent breast cancer? i have chest dysphoria too but i guess it’s not bad enough for me to understand this. is this higher level of dysphoria common in butches? again i mean this in good faith and i just want to understand. i wish you well for recovery and i hope everything goes smoothly!

my pal you have like fifty gender biases here that you're gonna want to unpack. this pile of questions has so much added baggage it's going to take so many steps to unpack holy shit

not all lesbians are women/have an 'implied connection to womanhood'

'top surgery' may mean mastectomy but there are also people out there who get 'top surgery' meaning breast implants, among whom some are butches, and for whom that is an equally momentous instance of gender-affirming care. is this a part of your question?

you don't have to understand why someone would want a procedure in order to support them

i cannot speak to whether or not butches experience an especially 'high level' of chest dysphoria

even if i could produce some statistic that indicates that we do experience a 'high level' of chest dysphoria, i am not especially equipped to speak for all of us as to why

i have no idea what amount of people counts as 'high' to you. is one in five high? one in ten? what if it was one in ten sure about getting top surgery, but an additional two in ten were considering it? would that be high, to you? i have no frame of reference for you

'has tits' does not necessarily mean 'is woman' and some women do not want to have tits. period

other people's chest dysphorias are going to look different from your own. there are as many different reasons to feel dysphoric about one's chest as there are people

like i'm taking your good faith seriously, but even if i wanted to answer these questions i couldn't. i'm just one person. so let me reiterate the only answer that matters:

you don't have to understand why someone would want a procedure in order to support them