#but every now and then feminism leaves my body and what can i say

[lale-txt]

trying to write fluff with Naoya be like... and he did not insult you for three minutes straight... for once he let you walk next to him instead of three steps behind him... he looked at you like as if you're human and not trash below his feet...

[mydr3aminvi0let]

i wear a lot of skirts and pink and whatnot as my style has developed with me & my personality but when one of those age regression girlies latch onto me....i do not like that

[f0point5]

i NEED jealous Max. Please 🥺🥺🥺 I love jealous/possessive guys haha the feminism just leaves my body

Me too! GOD. Me, too.

It took me ages to decide how to go about this because I had soooo many ideas but I hope you like it!

✨set during the Miami GP weekend 2022✨

Everybody wants you, but I don’t like a gold rush

Max glances down at his watch. 17 minutes. 17 minutes you’ve been standing in the gallery area of the garage, fanning yourself with a magazine - with Max’s face on the front of it, no less - in the Miami heat, talking to some freakishly tall guy in a Louis Vuitton denim jacket and aviator sunglasses. He’s so painfully American that Max wonders what you even have to talk about for…eighteen minutes.

You tighten your high ponytail while Paul Bunyon talks, his mouth wide with every word. Max studies your face for any sign that you’re bored. He’s bored of watching this, but he knows from experience that not looking isn’t a real option. You haven’t looked over at him once in those eighteen minutes, in fact you haven’t even been distracted by the mechanics moving around or the noise of drilling and clattering tools.

This guy must be really fucking interesting.

You smile at something Captain America says and Max feels his jaw clenched so hard he thinks a tooth is going to crack.

It’s like he’s thirteen again, watching you stand in the middle of the makeshift paddock at the karting track, swarmed by every one of his competitors, their parents packing up their stuff as they vie for your attention. He was the only one who stayed away, following his dad’s instructions on how to properly dismantle and store things while sneaking glimpses at the show you were running. He would win every race and still go home feeling like a loser.

It’s different now, of course. He doesn’t take your gregarious nature so personally now, and he can admit he understands what men see in you now, even if he doesn’t feel it. But he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t trigger something in him to see the way men react to you. It might irritate him less if you enjoyed it, but you’ve long since grown out of that. Now, you expect it so much that you ignore it, and Max has no choice to but to notice it, the same way you’d notice a rusty knife embedded in your side.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” GP says, which snaps Max out of his calculations.

“I’m listening,” Max says, fiddling with the brim of his cap. “Drive fast, win race, I got it,”

GP frowns at his dismissive tone, and Max makes a point of looking at his water bottle, lest GP realise what actually had his attention. “Max, you need to focus. What are you even-“ It’s the sound of your laugh - high pitched over the deep bass of the music - that makes GP look across the garage. His features twist in disapproval as he turns back to Max. “You’ve got to be kidding me,”

Max looks down at his shoes, moving his foot as he inspects them. “What?”

Above him, GP groans. “I’m not going to say anything about the situation as a whole, because it’s waste of my time. But specifically now, she’s right there, she’s not going anywhere. Can we please just go through this once and then you can carry on staring?”

Max rolls his eyes, steeling his face as a cameraman enters the garage. He’s wearing a Red Bull shirt so Max doesn’t mind too much, but he can’t be captured looking as morose as he feels. The cameraman pans past him and onto you and the guest. Max watches you cringe as the guy throws up some hand sign to the camera, clearly at home with the media attention.

“Who even is that?” Max asks, unable to hide his rancour. He’s probably going to be forced to take a picture with Popeye later.

“I don’t know, some American football player?” GP says with a shrug, giving Max a helpless look. GP couldn’t give less of a shit about the celebrity guests touted around the gargae, and normally Max is his ally. “Are we done?”

Max nods, but not even a second later he’s looking again. It gets worse the more you talk, he can see this guy becoming more enchanted by the second. He wonders what kind of steroids they take in American sports leagues because the meathead is acting like a dog in heat. He leans towards you at an angle that is wholly unnecessary, his eyes fixated on your mouth, nodding too emphatically at everything you say.

“My God, why doesn’t he just lick her face,” Max says incredulously, more to himself than anything.

“Max,” GP sighs.

“Come on,” Max implores with a scoff, stopping himself from outright gesturing in your direction. “Look at him. That’s embarrassing,”

GP fixes Max with a deadpan expression. “Right, but you being sulky and jealous is the height of cool?”

“I’m not jealous.”

And he isn’t. Because Joe DiMaggio over there doesn’t have anything he wants. He’s not going to waste time being jealous of a guy getting half an hour with you when he has cats, and a home, and a life with you.

Finally, you look in his direction, but only because GP calls your name. “Can you come here?”

You give GP a thumbs up and excuse yourself, trotting over to Max without a second thought. Wannabe Tom Brady brazenly enjoys the view, and Max swears he hasn’t been that close to punching someone since Monza last year.

“What’s up?” You ask, slotting yourself between the two men as you lean back against the shelf.

GP hands you his phone. “Beat this Candy Crush level for me, would you? Been stuck for days,”

You look at him skeptically, but years of being filmed up close by cameras on the pit wall have given GP a hell of a poker face; he just stares back at you, and you give up with a huff.

“Men are hopeless,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Couldn’t agree more,” GP says, his eyes pointedly on Max, who can’t even defend himself.

Desperate to avoid GP’s scrutiny, he glances over at the gallery, only to find the Yank looking at him. Well, not him, you. He’s got that curious expression as he assesses you fiddling with GP’s phone, one that says he’s trying to understand if he has something to be worried about. He doesn’t. You’re not his to worry about.

“Here,” Max says, pulling off his cap. You barely look up at him before he puts his cap firmly on your head, holding it steady with one hand while pulling your ponytail through the hole at the back with the other.

The brim of the hat obscures half your face, and Max turns so that half your body is shielded by his, which he tells himself is in case a camera comes by.

“It’s sunny,” Max shrugs in his own defence, when he notices you looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

You adjust the cap on your head but don’t take it off. “Why don’t you just give me your letterman jacket?”

“My what?”

“Never mind,” you chuckle, shaking your head at him as you pat his chest with an indulgent smile.

He takes the opportunity at the sound of a large wheel gun to glance over at the gallery, only to meet the eyes of the guy you were talking to. Now that you’re no longer next to him, Max does sort of recognise him. He plays for some team named after an animal. Max just looks at him - he’ll do this all day if he has to - until the guy shoves his hands in his pockets and pulls out his phone, starting to tap away. Yeah, go back to Raya.

Good riddance, Max thinks to himself as he turns back to you, only to find that you already looking at him. He wonders for how long.

He can tell by your smirk that he’s been caught. If he’s honest with himself you caught him five years ago, this was just one of the few moments he let you know it. And you know it. How could you not know?

He thinks for a second that you’re going to tease him, but you don’t. You shift on your feet so that some of your weight rests against his arm, and go back to playing on GP’s phone.

“Go on, GP,” he says, fighting a smile at the large number 1 on the brim of what is now your hat.

He knows from the way GP is looking at him that he’ll get an earful about this later, but right now, he just clears his throat.

“Right, so,”

[joestarfoundation]

dom female reader headcanons + imagine

your babyboy wakes up every morning, eager to please you. you are his everything, his entire world revolves around you<3 he loves the feeling of submission and the thought of you being in control. It's not just a kink for him, it's a lifestyle

you can see the excitement in his puppy eyes when you enter the room, dressed in your favorite leather outfit. he knows what's coming next, and he can't wait. as you walk towards him, he kneels down in front of you, ready to serve and devour your delicious cunt<3

he loves when you use him for your pleasure. whether it's making him worship your body or using him as a human furniture, he is more than happy to fulfill your desires. he finds joy in knowing that you are satisfied and that he has pleased you<3

one of his favorite things is when you take him shopping for new lingerie. he loves the feeling of you picking out what he will wear, knowing that it's not just for show, but for your pleasure! he takes great pride in wearing what you have chosen for him, and it makes him feel even more submissive:((

he also loves when you take him out in public, holding his leash and showing everyone who is in charge. he loves the feeling of being owned by you, his goddess, and being on display for everyone to see. it makes him feel special and wanted

tell him he's your good little slut and feminize him, although he doesn't accept it, he has fantasized more than once about you dressing him up in pretty, girly outfits. he knows that you would take such good care of him and make him feel beautiful and desired, much more than he already is<3

slap him, peg him, degrade him, ride him, praise him... practically use him

you hummed as you looked for some strap that could break the little naughty whore you had behind you, he had been very whimsy all this time that you were gone

he even touched himself without your permission, you found him in the room you both shared, humping his hand while making a moaning noise like a bitch and he seemed to have forgotten you were right there

"oh my god what did i do, im so sorry mommy..." he sobbed when you heard his voice from inside of the closet

"what is this my babyboy?" you asked while staring at him

he blushed heavily but still tried to find the words, "i uhm... im sorry about earlier, i was really confused and all, it won't happen again i promise-"

"didnt we agreed that if i caught you doing something like this again you would be punished?"

he tried hard to say anything but you didn't give him any chance "well baby, i'm not gonna forgive this..."

he stared at you in fear and he slowly took off your skirt, "so what are you gonna do now?" he asked with big, childish eyes

"do you wanna know what's gonna happen now?" you ask with an evil smile on your face

he nodded nervously while looking down, he didnt understand why you had come here to punish him, all he did was touching himself!:((

"bad boys deserve to be punished and take up in the ass mommy's huge cock"

now, at this moment you had a big dildo tied to your waist, probably one of the biggest ones you had used with him. you tried to close your legs a little and press the base of the fake cock against your crotch to get some stimulation, you imagined that this time it would be like the other times, him lying on his back, with his legs open, your dildo in his ass, and your hands jerking off his neglected cock<33

he loved being dominated by you after all, no woman ever made him feel more wanted and horny than you :3

but now, you couldn't imagine it anymore. he stood there completely naked and scared:(

"baby, just let me put this thing in your butt and i'll leave you alone, it wont hurt much, i promise..."

he shook his head. completely scared and helpless:(((

"just trust me baby... you want mommy to fuck you, don't you?"

the question had been rhetorical, but you knew exactly what he wanted. he stared at you with those huge eyes, shivering from fear and need, "yes please mommy, i-i need you to please me.."

"good boy<33" you whispered and moved closer to him. "close your eyes and wait for mommy to fuck your sweet asshole :3"

he followed your orders like a good boy and he closed his eyes waiting for you to get ready to slide your fake cock into his ass<3

"mhmmm-m-mommy" his cute moans, echoing in the silence of the night, helped you to relax a bit before going through with it

"ready baby?" you asked as you pushed more of the toy towards his hole and started sliding it slowly inside of him

"uhhuh-hhuh-mm-mmm" he answered in a whisper as you continued to slide your big plastic dick in and out of his ass, occasionally stopping to put pressure on the tip of the cock

"your mommy loves how tight you are babyboy~ fuck- could you call me by my name sweetheart?" you asked while pushing the dildo deeper inside of him

"mhmm hmmm- y/n!! y/n baby<3" he moaned in excitement, he was trying his best to make his tiny asshole take more of the giant dildo inside of it, but he was struggling. his cute face was red from embarrassment and lust, you could tell he was really enjoying every second of it though<33

"oh my god mo...mommyyy!! i cant hold it, its coming!" he cried out loudly

the combination of his cries and you slowly moving the dildo in and out of his ass filled the room with soft moaning sounds <33

you finally stopped the slow motion movements and decided to speed up a little bit, slowly slid the big strap inside of him, each inch pushing further inside of him, deeper and deeper until it pressed against his prostate, stimulating him with gentle vibrations until he reached another orgasm:(((

he collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily while you removed the strap from his ass. you smiled down at him and knelt down to pet his hair, smiling widely at the sight of your babyboy getting pleasure from such things

a minute later he turned around and hugged you tightly, "thanks mommy... i love you so much <3" he said in between kisses on your cheek you smiled, "of course you do baby, i love you too <3" you replied and kissed him passionately on the lips

then, with nothing else left to do you both fell asleep wrapped up in each others arms:)

[emmafreakecreations]

Rhysand is not morally grey- He's just an asshole

Rhys stans will say, "He did all those things UTM to protect Feyre and for the greater good!" and then proceed on a lengthy explanation of his reasons.

No no no no. I understand WHY he did it, I just don't agree with his methods. And there is NEVER a good reason to SA someone.

And yes he did SA Feyre. He drugged her- couldn't get verbal consent from her- and then proceeded to touch her everywhere/ make her dance on his lap, while MAKING her wear revealing clothes. But- but he didn't touch her privates! It doesn't matter he still touched her waist and for most people I know that is in the no no square. It's still touching someone without consent, taking away people's choice about their own body is abuse. And that includes him not telling her about her pregnancy. He didn't want to stress her out! That doesn't matter, she has every right to know about what is going on with her body, knowing her options so she can make an informed decision of what she wants to do. In our world that's literally a violation of HIPAA. And if anything it's more stressful not knowing what is going on with your body. You're bringing real world standards into a fantasy world! SJM already did that by bringing her white 21st century feminism into this world and you guys are often treating Lucien and Nesta based on real world standards so I can do that too.

But Feyre forgave him, so you should too. That's her prerogative but if I was in her shoes I wouldn't. Because his long ass monologue that's TEN PAGES never once said the words "I'm sorry for doing that to you." It's only giving his reasons which to me sound like excuses, because there was definitely another way he could protect her without causing her bodily harm. He could have just left her in her cell and sent her mental images of happy things to keep her sane. He could have just communicated with her through her mind. He needed to keep a rouse up because Amarantha was suspicious! No where in the text does it mention that Amarantha wanted Feyre at those parties. For all she cared Feyre could just go die in her cell from infection and she would win. By Rhys bringing her to those parties he put more of a target on her and raised Amarantha's suspicions. And after rereading the monologue some things in Rhys's plan UTM is inconsistent.

"I decided, then and there, that I was going to fight. And I would fight dirty, and kill and torture and manipulate, but I was going to fight. If there was a shot of freeing us from Amarantha, you were it. I thought … I thought the Cauldron had been sending me these dreams to tell me that you would be the one to save us. Save my people." (pg 448 Ch 54- I have a pdf and idk if that lines up with physical prints)

cool fine. but then he proceeds to say two paragraphs later that he was mad that Tamlin didn't get Feyre out when he had the chance. This does not make sense because if Feyre leaves how tf is she supposed to save everyone. She already has a deal with Amarantha to save people and sure she might die but leaving is not going to save everyone.

"I made you dress like that so Amarantha wouldn’t suspect, and made you drink the wine so you would not remember the nightly horrors in that mountain. And that last night, when I found you two in the hall … I was jealous. I was jealous of him, and pissed off that he’d used that one shot of being unnoticed not to get you out, but to be with you.." (Ch 54 pg 448)

After rereading this I'm convinced this man didn't have much a plan and if anything initially was doing these things out of cruelty and just because he could. His plan makes no sense if you really think about it. Once he got the hots for Feyre, he back tracked. His plan to piss Tamlin off so that he killed Amarantha makes no sense, because Tamlin has already delt with this woman not respecting him saying no, disfigured his best friend, cursed him, and is now trying to kill his lover. I don't think he needs more motivation.

But he is morally grey! no he isn't. Most morally grey characters who have a love interest, at least I have encountered never bodily harm her. They have a line they will not cross- they have morals. Rhysand seems to not have a line-no morals- to me he's more amoral. Carden Greenbriar bullied his love interest and did some heinous shit, but he had a line he wouldn't cross-murder. He does not like murder. When the bullying got to a point where Jude could die, he stepped in and he saved her. Jun-pyo from boys over flowers also bullied his love interest basically because of how he was raised he has no understanding how to show love (similar to Cardan). He got the whole school bullying her just because she stood up to him. But when some students tried to sexually assault her he got pissed at them and told them he never said to do anything like that. He also has a line he won't cross, sexual assault.

to quote my good in real life friend @that-sarcastic-writer , who has endured my rants about this series. Who reads dark romance and who I have summerized this series to:

"You don't have him hurt her and SA her and then later you try to backtrack by having him cry about his love for her without truly apologizing. And that's my biggest issue with most dark romance mmcs. They actively hurt/SA the fmc but then oh she liked it and he loves her deep down. Cause it's one thing to "hurt" the fmc emotionally, like a third act breakup, and that's fine, that's human, people make mistakes and fight, but you can't convince me physically hurting or assaulting the fmc is something that can be forgiven with claims of love."

Anyways Rhysand is red flags everywhere and is not a person you should strive to date. Date more men like Lucien. If you like Rhys and are just like, "I like him, I know he's toxic." You do you but don't try to convince me he is a hero, he is only a villain to me.

[fairyofjaeyun]

c b g ➳ hotel room ꕤ

[1:36] now playing: hotel - montell fish

[warning] femdaddy kink, light feminization (gyu wearing fishnets), filming, spanking, degrading, doll pet name, begging, rimming, fingering (male receiving), pegging, bulge kink, fake cum, breeding kink (male receiving), use of they/them pronouns for reader (once), pwp

2nd person // 1.7K words

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in the hotel room, beomgyu was propped up onto his elbows and knees, his ass facing the large ring light and camera. his tan skin was smooth; waxed to perfection. his spread, pink fishnet-cladded legs showed off his puckering brown hole, along with his wet tip that peeked below his balls.

you hit record and walk towards him, the bed dipping as you sit beside him. you lightly run your nails along his cheeks, experimentally, and beomgyu whimpers, his body shivering form your light scratching. “look at you, already so sensitive.” you giggle, making him pout. “I know, sweetie. don’t worry, daddy will take care of you.”

beomgyu peers at you over his shoulder, his lips still pouting. “daddy’s gonna fill me up with their cum, right?” he teases you by backing up towards you and wiggling his ass, only to jerk and yelp when his cheek is struck with your hand.

you chuckle, rubbing his irritated skin, “of course, my doll. and you’re gonna be a good slut and take what daddy gives you, right?”

he nods, his waved hair bouncing ever so slightly.

“right?” you repeat, squeezing his ass tight and letting your nails dig into his skin.

beomgyu cries out and hisses, letting his arms collapse beneath him, “yes, daddy! I can take it.”

you bend down and give him a kiss on the peak of his shoulder, your lip color printing on his skin. “there you go,” you say and go back to the lower half of his body. his back now deeply arched, practically presenting his ass to you.

you let your hands wander around his cheeks, groping and squeezing at every little flab of flesh you could find. beomgyu leaned into your touch, his body beginning to shiver as your hands traveled lower towards his poor dick that was so hard and contained by the pretty pink tights. he whines loudly when he feels your fingers run down his balls all to the way to his tip, his dick twitching and precum dripping beneath him.

“please, daddy, please…” he whines oh so softly, shifting his body as more precum comes out of his slit. he looks over his shoulder once he hears your laugh, watching your hands reattach themselves to his ass. then, while facing the camera, you bring your head next to him and slowly lick his ass cheek.

beomgyu gasps because it feels unexpectedly good, despite it just being you teasing him. your other hand is still squeezing him, your nails occasionally pressing into him. then suddenly your finger begins prodding at his hole through the fishnets, causing him to moan and bite his lip.

“such a needy little thing,” you start, almost in a trance as you watch his hole flutter beneath your finger, “so desperate to be filled.” gently, you start adding pressure, the tip of your finger slowly entering him. the raw stretch oddly making his stomach flare up.

without a second thought, you rip open his tights, now giving yourself full access to his hole. beomgyu couldn’t try to hold back his excitement as he moans and dips his head back down between his shoulders. “oh, you like that?” you turn towards him, “such a slutty little doll.” you spank him and he jerks, another lewd noise escaping his lips.

you move behind him, in between his legs, positioning yourself for the camera in front of the bed while gazing into the second one propped up beside the bed. you give a quick peck to his upper thigh, leaving another faint lipstick stain before licking his asshole. you could feel him melt from your tongue as he lets out a drawn “oh,” his hole puckering from the attention.

“yes, daddy! your tongue feels so good,” beomgyu groans as you lick him again, trying desperately not to wrap his hand around his cock. he was trying so hard to be good so you could fuck him how he wanted you to.

you continue to eat him out while running your hands up and down his legs. his skin feels so hot. you licked and fucked his hole with your tongue until he started squirming and loudly pleading to you, “please, daddy! I need you inside of me, please! I’ve been good, I’ve been good!”

you pull away from him with a smack of your lips and see the sheen of spit that now coating and dripping down his hole. he was more than ready now. “alright, baby. daddy will stretch you out now.”

you grab the lube that was on the corner of the bed as beomgyu repeated endless lines of “thank you”s. you flip open the cap and pour a generous amount on his asshole, which clenches from the cool temperature of the liquid, then coat your fingers with the same amount. you start with two fingers, letting them gradually be swallowed by his walls before pumping them in and out at a decent pace.

beomgyu is nothing but loud as you prep him and add a third finger that slides inside him with ease. “fuck, please,” he whimpers when you hit his prostate, feeling his orgasm building up as his whole body flushes.

you remove your fingers immediately, “no, you’re not cumming yet.” he whines in protest but doesn’t dare to open his mouth knowing that you were going to fuck him.

he had to look back and see you put on your strap. you attached the new dildo, just as he hoped. the big, veiny one (about 9 inches in length and over 2 inches in girth) that could squirt fake cum inside of him and will probably leave him sore for days. he clenches his asshole in excitement as he waits anxiously for it to be inside of him, and as soon as it’s secured around your hips, he takes both of his hands and spreads himself open for you.

“good doll, so eager to take daddy’s dick,” you said, admired by beomgyu’s slutty behavior. you line the head of the dildo to his hole, playfully rubbing it around his rim to get a desperate noise out of him.

“tell me how much you want it,” you ordered him, locking your fingers into his long hair. beomgyu whimpers from your nails scratching him and your fingering tugging on his scalp. he starts stammering, failed words turning into hushed gasps as you leaned your strap closer to his entrance; his mind corrupted with thoughts of you fucking him.

“I-I need it so bad, daddy. I wanna feel it stretching my tight little hole and my little tummy until they’re filled up with cum and it’s leaking out of me. please!” beomgyu ends his pleads with an empty sob as you finally push the tip inside of him. a smirk tugs your lips as you enter him in a painfully slow pace.

“that’s it,” you mutter as you watch him bottom out with ease, your core heating up at the fact that you’d be able to replay his hole stretching around you whenever you edit the video, however many times as you please.

he moans loudly when he feels the fake balls near his rim, instinctively arching back for more of you even though it was impossible for you to push even further. then he cries out, “oh!” his hand flies towards his belly, “I-I feel…” his brains practically melts to mush as he feels the bulge of his belly, whatever words he wanted to spit on completely evaporated from his consciousness.

“aww, you feel it stretching your tummy, baby? you feeling okay?” you check up on him, peering over his shoulder to look at his face. from what you could see beneath his long locks, he was already pretty fucked out—lips swollen, eyelids heavy, hair messy. you move a section of hair away from his eye and he looks at you with begging eyes.

“I’m okay. please keep going.”

and so you started thrusting into him. you start at slow but rough pace, letting him get used to the new length but not teasing him any longer. beomgyu didn’t hold back with his lewd noises, as always, giving you a wonderful variety of moans, groans, and whimpers as you picked up the pace.

“you’re such a good boy, gyu,” you said between your own moans, unable to resist them when the base of dildo rubs against your clit. you spank him hard, and he nearly screams as you both feel your skin sting and bloom an irritated red.

“o-only for you, d-daddy,” he slurs, eyes rolling back as his body heats up and his cock bobs between his legs, “c-can I…?”

“go ahead, doll,” you tell him as you grab his hips roughly, “cum for daddy.” and you quickly squeeze the balls of the dildo and faux cum shoots inside beomgyu alongside his own cum that spurts out of his cock onto the bed and the inside of his thighs with a pretty sob coming from his wet lips.

after letting him calm down from his orgasm you grab the camera beside the bed and hold it over his ass to capture you taking your strap out of him with your other hand spreading him open. fake cum instantly drips out of his ruined hole as you empty him, leaving him gaping and clenching around nothing as he whines.

“good boy,” you nearly whisper, then shut the camera off and crawl next to beomgyu. his eyes were shut and his breathes were long and deep in and out of his nose as he started to drift off. you attempted to fix his fluffy hair, but some strands stubbornly fell back into their unassigned part.

you then hear beomgyu mumble something beneath his breath, his volume and his pouting making you unable to comprehend it. “I’m sorry?”

“hold me,” he said gently. he was moments away from falling asleep.

“of course,” you whispered—how could you say no? you scooted next to him so you lay down, then lifted him into your arms, resting his head onto your chest. he moaned softly when he got comfortable and let his body rest against you, falling asleep almost immediately after you started rubbing his back with your fingers.

you yourself weren’t tired, but it didn’t matter. you just smiled to yourself at the thought of watching yourself trace figures on his soft back from the other camera.

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tan on twitter!!!

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tae: yoongi pls unblock me on twitter

yoongi: kill yourself

tae: i tried guys why doesn’t he love me 💔

y/n: that was a pathetic try

tae: guess what

y/n: what?

tae: ligma man..

y/n: ligma??

jimin: no way 😭

jk: baby…

namjoon: really

y/n: WHAT???

jin: i’m with her

wtf you guys on about??

hobi: this is a sad day

tae: LIGMA FUCKING BALLS BITCH

y/n: drown

jimin: ur fault tbh

hobi: real

y/n: leave me alone

jin: look you made her upset idiots

y/n: IM NOT UPSET

hobi: cheer up baby ❤️

namjoon: it’s okay tae upsets me all the time

y/n: im fine

hobi: bts song

jk: i know bts

tae: me 2

y/n: i want to stab you with a pencil

tae: watch out namjoon

namjoon: she is definitely talking to you

tae: proof?

hobi: bts?

jimin: i’m gonna bts outta you shut the fuck up

hobi: aw man :/

jk: bts?

jin: beat the shit

tae: beat MY shit

jk: woah

yoongi: he actually needs to kill himself wow

tae: @y/n u 2

y/n: LEAVE ME ALONE

jimin: she’s mad

y/n: I’M NOT MAD

jin: y/n are you still with that scoups guy?

namjoon: didn’t we just find out they we’re together like a week ago?

jk: WE DID????

jin: she moves on fast tho so idk

y/n: NO I DONT????

jimin: yoongi mingyu jk scoups mark wonho minho san all of us

there’s more hold on i’m thinking

hobi: all of us?

jk: say sike…

y/n: ARE YOU FUCKING SICK???????

jin: woah major slut alertttttt

namjoon: shut up

y/n: ONLY LIKE 4 OF THOSE NAMES ARE RIGHT

jk: what

y/n: AND IVE ONLY FUCKED 2 OF THEM SO KILL YOURSELF LEAVE ME ALONE

yoongi: she’s a grown woman

y/n: RIGHT

sorry i’m hot as fuck and pull bitches it’s not my fault

jin: u mid

y/n: ur 30

jin: ok please leave me alone i’m sorry

tae: my body count is also 2

jimin: -2

tae: ummmm?

jk: i’ve killed no one

i could of but don’t worry

namjoon: ??

hobi: fyi she did not deny being with scoups

jimin: TRUE

jk: NO

y/n: i deny it

jimin: too late we know

jin: SLUT

sorry

pls i’m sorry i didn’t mean it pls don’t be mean to me

please oh my god i’m sorry it slipped out

love u

please

y/n: THIS IS NOT FEMINISM

namjoon: it’s okay if ur with him

jk: NO ITS NOT STOP SAYING THAT WHATS UR FUCKING ISSUE STUPID STUPID STUPID

y/n: IM NOT

tae: who have you fucked

yoongi: are you stupid?

tae: no i’m curious

hobi: OH IM CURIOUS YEAH

wow i love shinee

y/n can you please start talking to minho again and then get married to him so i can be at his wedding and we can be forever connected

jk: SHUT UR MOUTH

y/n: you guys know so much about my relationship life it actually makes me want to throw up

jimin: ur easy to stalk

hobi: she’s fucked jk and yoongi

tae: and me

jin: in dreams doesn’t count

yoongi: lol

tae: LOL AWAY FROM ME YOU NASTY BITCH

U THINK UR WINNING BUT UR FUCKING NOT

WHEN ME AND Y/N GET MARRIED IT WILL BE ME KIM TAEHYUNG WHO LOLS IN UR FUCKING FACE

YOU RAT

yoongi: L

tae: no

yoongi: O

tae: YOU FUCKING STOP RIGJT NOW MIN YOONGI

yoongi: L

tae: 6pm seoul south korea apartment block C floor 7 door number 279 a ak47 a man a mask and a fucking dream

namjoon: wow ok that’s great!!

nice vogue shoot btw jungkook!

jk: I WILL NOT FUCK U GO AWAY

namjoon: oh my fucking god

hobi: scottish pride!!

jimin: ???

hobi: was he not wearing a kilt?

jimin: a what?

hobi: killing myself

jin: why they put you in that dirty ass bathroom omg?

tae: dirty shoot for a dirty man

jin: ?

tae: what?

jin: just a bit crazy coming from u

y/n: tae you need to shower

tae: you in love

ha

fucking bitch

jin: do you fuck her or fight her damn?

jimin: right he’s pissing me off

tae: can you leave me alone i’m going through a lot rn

jk: dick

tae: ??

jk: a lot of dick

yoongi: lmao

namjoon: he likes men?

hobi: ewwwwwwwwwwww

jimin: homophobia?????????

jk: yes so he’s going through them

cuz he does not like y/n

yoongi: you say this like every 2 weeks

jk: because it is true

y/n: thank god

jk: no thank men

hobi: thx men

jin: so it’s not jimin?

jimin: what??

tae: i’ve never touched another man let alone sleep with one

hobi: amen

y/n: now that is just not true

namjoon: who cares

tae: I DO

hobi: no one will ever say those words to you

jin: i will

tae: fr 🥲?

jin: LOL

tae: ok kys

and fuck that bitch y/n

yoongi: have

tae left “tan on twitter”

hobi: cuteness overload ^_^

y/n: what crawled up his ass today tf

jk: hi do you need me do you want me do you love me

namjoon: can we just talk about life or like

jin: let me guess trees?

jimin: weed?

jk: OH MY GOD NAMJOON WANTS TO TALK ABOUT WEED

hobi: life is a downward spiral noting matters we are all slowly dying the government hates us money is worthless drugs are all around our water is running out

jk: where is it running out of

let’s catch it

y/n: tae was being super weird right?

hobi: super shy

namjoom: what’s new

hobi: new hair

namjoon: stop

hobi: forgive me master

namjoon: i’m at my breaking point

jimin: breaking bad

jin: drugs?

jimin: it all links back to namjoon…

jk: omgggggg namjoon is this true……..

namjoon: LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE

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pls lmk if you like the twitter concept idk if i’m feeling her yet but if you guys are i will do more idk trying to be different 🙈

[portokali]

spotify numberrrress!!

6 19 29 39 43 44

6 is Queen of Kings by Alessandra. That song is/was incredibly addictive and i listened to it extremely on repeat ever since discovering it. i feel the message lyrics-wise is pretty cheesy and basic feminism 101 buuut it's super fun and dynamic! can't resist :D

19: townie - mitski. on sunny days i go out walking / i end up on a tree lined street / i look up at the gaps of sunlight / i miss you more than anything. this is simply one of my favorite songs in the world! i think about it every time i look up at the trees. i love trees and look at them a lot, so this happens often. i also am a strong supporter of the sentiment that you always take the people you love on a walk with you, even when you walk alone. i'm always missing someone, so whenever i go for a walk, in my head, i'm walking with the people i love and miss, thinking how i would show them around my city and my neighborhood and my park. so you understand, of course, why this song and i are one.

francis forever, that was my answer for francis forever. im so dumb and confused and confuse sounds and words with the same picture in front of them all the time :) it makes living my life very hard.

anyway i love townie also for its energy and rage and grief - to me it's a song about growing up, being a teenager about to leave home. i love it's resolution (i'm not gonna be who my daddy wants me to be / i'm gonna be who my body wants me to be) i love love love the line and i want a love that falls as fast as the body from the balcony, and i want a kiss like my heart is kissing the ground hello! insanity! is it dying is it falling in love is it growing up..

but i digress. the reason i listened to it so much is bc of this fancam by comradekatara. thee azula/zuko (but mostly azula) thesis of all time and a personal cutural reset to ME!

29. old friend - mitski. another banger by mitski! love the nostalgia and what-ifness of this song. to me, this song is a sister song to two slow dancers; missing someone you went to school with, but now you're older, some shit has happened between y'all that makes it hard to keep in touch, but through the pain and bitterness there's love and a constant aching (in my head, this song is during the time where the two ex-classmates are still youngish, like say 20s or 30s, wanting to reach out but the old wounds still burn so they don't. then in two slow dancers they reunite at a school gathering years later, when they're in their 60s and think about how they'd do things different if they had the chance). anyway this song makes me want to bite the γυψοσανίδες.

39. mama - mcr. what can i say abt this song! an absolute banger and a classic!

43. savage good boy - japanese breakfast. yessss that's one of my favorite songs! love by someone destructive singing about how they love only one person, would drown and burn the world but for one person... apparently it's the sopranos fanfiction which is the main reason why i wanna watch the sopranos. but even without that knowledge, the sentiment still gets across!

44. the only heartbreaker - mitski. this song resonates bc it reminds me of the dynamic in my past relationship. but storytelling wise, i like how it seems like the narrator of this song is resigned to their fate of being the only heartbreaker, even after becoming somewhat aware of the unequal dynamic. that's delicious to me!

[ashleysingermfablog]

Wk 17, 5th of July, 2024 Research

⭐️ A Gleewoman's notes- Sylvia Victor Linsteadt

The Gleewoman inspecting seaweed, 2017, photographic image by Sylvia Victor Linsteadt

From the text: Tidal Ruins by writer, artist and naturalist Sylvia Victor Linsteadt...

Writer, artist and naturalist Sylvia Victor Linsteadt is author of Tatterdemalion (Unbound, 2017), The Lost Worlds of the Bay Area (Heyday, 2017), The Wonderments of the East Bay (Heyday, 2014), and creatrix of all stories associated with Wild Talewort. 

A Note About the Name: "Gleeman" is the Old English word for a minstrel or a bard, the wandering, wild-hemmed sort who ambled from town to town with stories and songs in his pockets to share in exchange for bed and food and wine. The "glee" part of the word originally meant entertainment and mirth inspired by music, connected to the Old Norse gly for joy, which had its feet in the words for shining, smooth and radiant. I've taken some liberties with the word, feminizing it in a way that makes sense to me. So here you will find my notes and musings about words, tales, old myths, plants, animals, stones, skies, languages, human cultures, new dreams, handcrafts—all the stuff of old minstrel tales— and how we might re-story our relationship to this fraught and beautiful world through old ways and old magics.

There is a language the world speaks, and I think I have been listening for it my whole life. For a long time I thought it was only something that existed in the fantasy novels so beloved to me as a girl, where women spoke with birds and knew the whisperings of plants and the medicine they carried. But I know it for something real now, of this world, the one I live in, the one my body moves through every day and every starry night, the one that feeds and sustains me in every way. I know it for something we humans once knew how to understand, and still can. I know that the books I read as a girl preserved, under the guise of magic, what all of our ancestors knew, if you follow the rivers of your blood back far enough. 

Now, the voice of the thrush in the hazel tree, the spotted towhee rooting in the huckleberry, the patterns left by kelp on the shore, have started to become deeply familiar. Kin, and beloved. I do not know what they are saying, but I know that what they are speaking, and that their meaning is one of the most precious things in this world. 

The Gleewoman's scatter of seashore driftwood, 2017, photographic image

The Gleewoman's seashore, 2017, photographic image

That originally, oracles like those who prophesied by the rustling leaves of the oaks of Dodona, were translating a non-human language into human terms; that what it said was not about our affairs at all, but rather about our relationship to the oak, to the wooddove, to the mountain or the sea, and theirs to earth herself.

I began to suspect that those old sibyls were attuned to what the ocean or the oak said, on their own terms. Kings might come and ask about the fates of wars, and the sibyls did their best to prophecy them, but what the tidal runes speak of is not the destiny of men but the destiny of oceans, and the lives of kelp and sea snail, seal, oystercatcher, bladderwrack and loon. 

Gutted sandcrab, moonbead of jellyfish, cross of saltgrass, stone and dulse, green moss marbles and coiled calligraphy of rotting kelp; what word does the solstice tide spell through you, cast upon the shore? 

I think it is a lifetime's work, to understand the first word of such incantations. 

Ashley Singer, incantations poems i, 2024, poem

Ashley Singer, wishing poem, 2024, poem

Ashley Singer, incantations poems ii, 2024, poem

[sadtraumatizedlonely]

Chapter 4—Panopticon Theory: Always Being “Watched"

In my feminism class in university, we discussed the panopticon theory of “watching” or rather, feeling like you’re being watched, within the context of self regulatory practices of women. The feeling of always being watched, that people are always looking at you so you have to behave a certain way very much resonated with me.

This feeling of being watched started when I was very little and has unfortunately followed me into my mid twenties. I am always prepared to get in trouble, even if I’m doing nothing inherently wrong. As a child, I believed fully that my father could see everything I was doing, this feeling was probably escalated by him saying “I have eyes and ears everywhere, there’s nothing you can do that I won’t know about.”

For a long time, I believed that he could read my thoughts. I still feel that sense that others can somehow know what I’m thinking and are watching me. Watching every mistake, monitoring how I behave, am I not acting normal? Am I giving someone a weird look? Am I too inviting to strangers or asking for trouble? Am I not nice enough to strangers? The thoughts swirl round and round in my minds eye, as I look up from my shell at the world silently judging me.

I once got in trouble for walking on the wrong side of the road when I was 12. I was headed to the library, and I decided to walk on the side of the road that doesn’t have a sidewalk. Word got back to my father (the local mechanic), and we had one of his famous “discussions” when he arrived home from work that day. Now, I can’t help but feel as though people are watching me, just waiting to see me misstep, all to get me into trouble.

The trouble, of course, no longer exists (unless you count getting into trouble with the law), as I am a grown woman, I pay my own bills, and have my own place to live. But this unfortunate feeling has still followed me. I make myself sick and sleep deprived worrying about “being in trouble”.

But, why the focus on being in trouble? Well, my survival relied on not being in trouble. Being in trouble meant physical pain (when I was too small to defend myself), shame, ridicule, and, or course, punishment. Not being able to leave the house, getting the phone I pay for taken away, having to be spanked, slapped, and screamed at, and being told I’m no good and never will be.

That is what I fear the most. I fear that my parents are right. I fear that I am actually a mistake that they decided not to get aborted. I fear that I’m not a good person and I make terrible choices. I also fear that I will pass these feelings onto my own children someday, as thought they can absorb my experiences in-utero.  

Let’s be real, maybe 5 cars total drove past me on that street (definitely not a highway), and if you are so concerned about my “safety”, why do I have to feel fear when discussing it with you? It is ridiculous to lecture a child about walking down the wrong side of the road, but that wasn’t the point of the lecture. The point was that someone told him I was “misbehaving”, and he could no longer keep up that “perfect child” mask I wore to protect him and his “reputation” around town. Unfortunately, the criminal charges my sister decided to press unmasked him for what he truly is: insecure, a bully, and a child in an adult’s body. My step mother only enabled this behaviour, adding on her own secret “spice” of verbal abuse and manipulation. All behaviours needing to be concealed from the world, to protect their senses of self.

So, how do I move forward?

I don’t think it’s as simple as “just ignoring it”. I think, unfortunately, having to prove I’m good will not go away easily until it finally sets in that I’m not only good or only bad. Until that child like (black and white) theory of goodness goes away, I’ll have to work on just “being”.  

[saintodo]

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃

NOTE. the manga panel is me when i see gojo’s tits

PAIRING. gojo satoru x gender neutral reader

WORD COUNT. 2.1k

WARNINGS. dom reader, sub gojo, male titty sucking/fondling, slight feminization (calling pecs tits), grinding, cumming in pants

You walk into the living room of your apartment with all your attention on the phone clasped in your hand. You’re scrolling through social media, half-heartedly paying attention to the images and text popping up in your feed. You harshly exhale in a silent laugh when a particularly funny post pops up.

“Satoru, what do you think we should do—”

Slowly, your hand lowers to your side. Your grip on your phone loosens, causing it to nearly drop out of your grasp. The question of what your plans should be for this upcoming weekend dies out on your tongue as soon as you gain a glimpse of your boyfriend.

As usual, Gojo is sprawled out on your large, comfortable couch, long limbs thrown in every direction. It looks like he’s trying to take up as much space as possible, which could very well be the case. He’s not wearing his modified uniform for a change, dressed in casual at-home pants and…

“What are you wearing?” The question falls from your lips before you can really think about how it could come across. Your boyfriend knows you well enough to know you don’t mean any offense by it. You stand in the hallway near the entrance of the living room, unblinking.

Gojo’s attention shifts from the flatscreen tv, playing one of his favorite movies (one of those films where it’s so fucking bad that it’s good) onto you. His sky-blue eyes shine brightly over the tops of his sunglasses.

“Hm?” he hums, processing your question. He tilts his head at an angle to showcase his faux confusion. You ignore the way his sharp jawline flexes.

“Oh, this,” Gojo says like it’s just dawned on him what you meant by your very direct question. With his pointer finger and thumb, he pulls on the cotton material of the t-shirt he’s wearing. “I tried to do laundry the other day and accidentally shrunk all of my shirts.”

You can see that.

The shirt is beyond tight. Hugging every curve and dip of Gojo’s upper body, the once loose t-shirt is now obscenely form-fitting. His pecs are fucking bulging. The material is suffocating them, and they look like they’re about ready to spill out of the top that has his collarbones on full display.

The bottom of the faded black t-shirt is also a good few inches shorter than it used to be, exposing a lot more of Gojo’s torso. The darkness of the top contrasts greatly with the revealed paleness of Gojo’s skin. You watch, mesmerized, as his abdominal muscles flex as he shifts around a little bit.

You would jump Gojo’s bones if he attempted to leave the house looking like that. You already have to deal with people openly ogling him when you go out together. You don’t even want to imagine how many more people would shamelessly stare or flirt with him if he wore a fitted cropped top.

“Oh, you like it.”

Gojo’s comment knocks you right out of your reverie. The amusement in his tone, the knowingness of his voice, immediately makes a scowl form on your lips. Your gaze drifts from Gojo’s chest, which you were not checking out, to meet his eyes. The Cheshire-like grin he’s donning makes your eye twitch.

“Shut up, no I don’t,” you instantly respond.

It’s not that you don’t think your boyfriend is hot shit, he is. He 100% is. But, there is no way in fuck you’re going to admit to your boyfriend you think he looks fucking hot right now. You absolutely cannot and will not inflate his ego like that.

His crystal-blue eyes gleam, and you know you have lost already. Sometimes, you forget that your partner is the single most powerful sorcerer there is on Earth and that his powers are unparalleled by any other being. Truly and honestly, screw him and his stupid ability to know when you’re being untruthful.

“Liar,” Gojo says in a sing-songy manner. He wags his pointer finger side to side to emphasize his statement.

You groan, taking long strides across the room. Haphazardly, you toss your phone onto the coffee table and hope that the screen doesn’t shatter from your rough behavior. A loud huff escapes Gojo when you flop down onto the couch with a loud, exaggerated sigh. You maneuver around until your lower back is resting against the armrest and your legs are parallel to Gojo’s.

You’re smart enough to know when you’ve been defeated.

“What do you want me to say, ‘Toru?” You huff, glaring at the man facing you from the opposite end of the couch. There’s no real heat behind your apparent harsh look. “Wow, you look so fucking hot or something?” you sarcastically say. You gesture by waving a hand around in the air. “I tell you that shit like every day already.” 

“I haven’t heard you tell me that today,” Gojo innocently says.

You groan, realizing that you have not in fact told Gojo today how attractive you find him. Then again, you didn’t mean it literally, but of course, your boyfriend would take your words at face value if playing dumb benefited him. Oh well. Guess you’ll indulge him.

The movie’s audio buzzes at a low volume as you crawl over Gojo’s stupidly long legs, careful not to hurt him or yourself. You place your hands on either side of Gojo’s head, balancing yourself as you hover over your boyfriend.

Gently, you move aside Gojo’s sunglasses to rest on top of his head. His light blue eyes, now revealed to you, swim with mischief and amusement. Underneath all of that, you can see the beginnings of arousal swirling in his pretty hues.

“You look hot, ‘Toru.” You lean in closer. Your nose brushes against Gojo’s and your lips nearly touch. You can feel the upward curve of a smile on Gojo’s lips. Soft exhales fill the little space between you. “Really hot.”

Gojo is the one to close the space separating you. The translucent gloss coating his lips glides onto yours. You find the minty taste of it not unpleasant on your tongue when you lick the seam of his mouth.

Shifting your body, you ease yourself over Gojo’s lap and lay your knees on either side of his torso to support the majority of your weight. His hands on your hips help guide you into a comfortable position for both of you.

“I do look hot, don’t I?” Gojo teases when you pull away from his lips to trail kisses along the column of his neck. The playfulness in his voice dies down a little bit, replaced with a moan when you harshly nip at his fragile skin.

“Shut up,” you mutter between the love bites you’re decorating Gojo’s neck with. His skin is so sensitive in this area, it’s almost comical. Even if you just licked a line down the curve of his neck, it would prompt a slight shiver to travel throughout Gojo’s entire body.

In his daily life, he’s so good at masking his true feelings, but in the bedroom, there is nowhere left for Gojo to hide. The way he’s receptive to your every touch is obvious, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Your hands move from their place by Gojo’s head to his abdomen, pushing his shrunken t-shirt all the way up until it’s bunched up above his pecs.

You grab a handful of the mound of flesh presented before you and delight in the way Gojo’s eyes go lidded and his mouth parts to form a slight o.

“You have such pretty tits, Satoru,” you sigh reverently. With one hand, you continue to palm at the muscle, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath your touch. You dip your head over his other pec and wrap your mouth around his nipple.

He tastes like skin, which is not exactly earth-shattering. Swirling your tongue around the hardening bud, you can make out the faint audio of the movie that’s still playing on the screen. But, your quiet hums and Gojo’s loud, breathy whines quickly drown out the noise.

“O-oh, fuck,” Gojo curses, dropping his head back over the edge of the sofa.

Internally, you smile and relish how you’ve made him stutter over his words. The fact that you are the only person who gets to see the great Gojo Satoru like this fuels your ego. But, you are also filled with an overabundance of affection for the white-haired sorcerer. The trust and vulnerability shown through his actions of allowing you to see him like this, of allowing you to bring him such pleasure is not lost on you.

Even if Gojo Satoru is a menace, you love him all the same.

He wraps a large hand around the back of your neck- the heat of his palm bleeds into your skin- and urges you closer, even if you are already as close as possible.

You run your tongue over Gojo’s nipple and tug it between your teeth over and over until it’s all puffy and aching from your continued abuse. After you’re satisfied with the pretty shade of pink it is, you mouth at the rest of his tit.

Distantly, you’re aware of how much of a mess you’re making. Saliva and sweat now coat Gojo’s skin as your tongue glides over the firm muscle of his pec. Saltiness infiltrates your tastebuds as you nip his skin, leaving reddening love bites in your wake.

Your fingers tweak his other nipple, gently pulling and rolling it between your forefinger and thumb until it’s a hardened peak. Once you’re content, you switch your focus and wrap your lips around the pulsing bud.

Beneath you, you can feel the outline of Gojo’s hardness through his pants. With the thought of getting your partner back for teasing you so often, you shift the majority of your weight off of your knees to your center. An unabashed moan leaves Gojo’s lips when you settle more into his lap and grind down against his erection. His large hand tightens around the back of your neck: his grip is a little uncomfortable, but not painful.

“You make really cute noises, ‘Toru,” you exhale into his skin, barely lifting your lips from their place around the swollen bud you were running your tongue over. Your fingers toy with his other nipple, which you just had your mouth on. “So lewd of you to get off by having your tits played with,” you comment.

His face reddens, a stark contrast to his usually pale skin. 

“They’re not—ah, fuck—they’re not tits,” Gojo whines in weak protest. Snow-white strands fall onto his forehead as he lifts his head off of the edge of the armrest. You hum unconvinced.

Gojo can say all he wants and deny your statements as much as he likes, but at the end of the day, he has a fat pair of titties. And going off of how he instinctively ruts his hips up when you call his pecs tits, you know he fucking likes it.

You opt to keep quiet and continue playing with his pretty tits. Alternating between laving long strokes over Gojo’s nipple with your tongue and lightly sucking on the hardened peak, you’re pleased when you manage to draw another high-pitched moan from him.

The friction from grinding down on Gojo’s clothed cock sends sparks up your spine. The action feels good, but you’re more focused on having Gojo come undone for you. When your gaze drifts upward to the white-haired man, you can tell you’re nearly there.

His face is flushed a deep scarlet down to his chest. You’re slightly surprised to see his sunglasses are missing from the top of his head: they must have fallen without your notice. His hair- let down from its typical spiked-up style- is messy and disheveled with many loose strands falling over his forehead. It's Gojo's eyes that catch you a little off guard. The bright blue hue of his irises is overtaken by the dark inkiness of his pupils. His eyes dilate even more when he catches your gaze.

His chest heaves under your tongue, and you know that Gojo is about ready to fall off the precipice. 

With a harsh pinch to his nipple and a rock of your hips, you send Gojo hurtling over the edge. His eyes immediately flutter shut, rolling to the back of his head. A stream of curses interrupted by whines flows from his mouth as his hips jerk up against you in search of prolonging the friction.

You can feel the wet patch growing beneath you as Gojo cums in his pants. You drink in his reactions, stoking the flames of arousal that lie deep in your gut.

You release your mouth from where it's latched to Gojo's pec and sit up a little when he's recovered from his orgasm. You admire how pretty he looks when wrecked: a complete mess with his shirt still bunched up just above his pecs.

Gojo should wear crop tops more often. Only around the house, though. He should never wear them out.

[just-some-random-blogger]

The day after, Jace stops you as you try to leave his chambers. You hesitate when he hands you his shirt. More so when he says you should have joined him in the bath rather than just watching him. The prince then bids you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, all while you’re trying to take everything in.

Jace look at me no LOOK AT ME ill keep watch and you run and i mean RUN WHAT I SAY GO OK NO NO YOU DO NOT LIKE YN THEY MUST HAVE DID SOME PSYCHEDELIC VOODOO ON YOU RUN BOY RUN 🏃💨🏃💨🏃💨🏃💨

During tournaments, you just happen to find a seat next to him. Doing your best to delicately touch his knees with your own. And act as if you accidentally grabbed his arm out of shock whenever there was any bloodshed during the tourney. Naturally, you apologized, and the prince assured you it was fine. When his attention returns to the tourney; you smirk to yourself, feeling triumphant.

Ok but power move

The guilt overtakes you once you've reached your high. The stained pillow turned over. Every time, you gave yourself the reassurance that the servants would clean up the mess. Unaware, occasionally they don't, and the prince is left to discover the mess you left behind.

FOUL NAUR

Aemond coming back to that like

That doesn’t seem to be necessary when you finally see the bulge in his pants. A smirk is clearly visible on his face as he pushes you away from the pillow and presses you against him instead. He asks if you thought he wouldn't put two and two together. He even admits he had hoped to have caught you in the act.

OH WELL ITS GREAT THEN THEY'RE BOTH FUCKED THE HEAD NOW KISS

Soon, you find yourself laying there with a pair of hands are roaming your body. As you close your eyes, a hand reaches for your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Aemond grunts under his breath about how challenging it was for him to resist fucking you right there and then whenever you acted so fucking innocent, all while his hips move at an unforgiving pace. 

Men like Daemon are to be avoided. Dangerous, arrogant, violent, impulsive; the list of all his terrible attributes can go and on. Yet his confidence and prowess leaves one wanting. Everyone veers off of his path as he moves through the halls, yet you stand still, hoping to catch his eye.

An accurate description of my feels for my fav war criminal

You simply stare up at him. There was a look of fear, but Daemon saw light of lust flare in your gaze. The prince eyes you with a smirk-his hand on your throat moving down, lightly touching your chest to your stomach, and then reaching under your dress to grab hold of your inner thigh. His lips briefly touch yours before he pulls away, leaving you alone and aroused in the alleyway.

HE DID NOT

Feeling lightheaded, your shaking hands let go of the shirt; trembling as you turn to the source. Daemon is there, sitting in the corner, legs crossed, appearing as if he's been waiting for you. Immediately you fall to your knees, head pressed against the ground as you cry for mercy. You can feel his steps approaching you and you let out a shriek when your hair is pulled back, forcing you to look at him. 

Im scared choke me i mean hold me

You continue to plead, promising to do anything and reaching for his thigh to prove your point. Daemon laughs, asking if you are that desperate of a whore. Yet he allows you to unfasten his trouser and pull it down.  His eyes are on yours as you eagerly take his cock in your mouth.

Aegon had a reputation for pinching or fondling any serving girl who strayed within his reach. Despite knowing all about the prince's perversions, you still wanted him. Sometimes you wished to be a servant just to catch his eye.

I see feminism really optional huh 😔 it be like that

When the two of you have reached your high, you collapse on his chest. The euphoria is finally wearing off, and the consequences are beginning to take hold. When you nervously look up at the prince, you see his love-struck gaze and shaky hand reaching for your face. It wasn’t that he didn’t want this. He only wanted control, but after all of this; Aegon vows to never let you go. 

Ok but ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓ thats kinda cute no no i didnt say that

But also i bet 10 quid that aegon forgets when hes sober ya feel me, like he is so constantly drunk he remembers everything and knows whats going on when hes drunk

Ok hot take over i prescribe rehab and therapy

Yan!HOTD Men (Jacaerys, Aemond, Daemon, Aegon II) with a perv!reader 

Note: I will gladly love to take concepts regarding Perv!reader/Perv!hotd men-also sorry if this is terrible 

It is a dragon that fuels your desires. 

Tags: EXPLICIT/DARK, Perv!reader, this is reader’s viewpoint mentions of masturbation, corruption kink, creepy behavior, stalking, reader has hair (Daemon’s part), pillow humping, caught in the act, secondhand embarrassment, questionable behavior, Reader is disturbing in Aegon’s part, noncon, voyeurism 

Jacaerys Velaryon 

Throughout the entire feast, your eyes remain fixed on the prince. Who could ever blame you for desiring him? Jace was straight out of a fairy tale book: handsome, strong, brave, and, above all, a true gentleman. 

When the prince approaches, asking for a dance, how could you refuse him. For so long, you craved his touch. With his hand placed on your waist and his face inches away from yours. That same night, you lay on your back, hand between your legs; imagining his hands firmly grasping your waist and his eyes on yours. 

You felt a pang of guilt, sneaking into his chambers without his knowledge. Yet you never made an effort to stop your shameful habits. Sneaking into his chambers was done during sword training or lessons with the septa. He left a lot of his clothes on the bed and chairs, perhaps expecting a servant to come to pick them up. Instead, it was you.

There was a time when you thought he was having his lessons with the septa. While reaching for one of his shirts, you heard a faint splash. On the other side of the chamber, a slightly ajar door reveals Jace in the bathtub; eyes closed with his head turned back. 

You continued to watch even when he got out of the bath and when he revealed his body; you held your breath. It’s not until he reached for a towel did you realize you must leave. Unbeknownst to you, he heard the chamber doors opening and closing. 

Over time, your actions have grown more audacious, bordering on daring. During a gathering seated next to Jace; he cracks a light joke and you chuckle, putting your hand on his thigh. Seeing his eyes narrow at where your hand is placed; you question if you crossed the line. Only to be relieved when the prince smiles, covering your hand with his. 

Knowing your feelings weren’t one-sided, nothing prevented you from tainting him. Looking down at Jace, who whines, a mantra of pleads slipping from his lips. His eyes stare at you with utter lust and need, allowing you to use him as a toy until you’re fully satisfied. 

The day after, Jace stops you as you try to leave his chambers. You hesitate when he hands you his shirt. More so when he says you should have joined him in the bath rather than just watching him. The prince then bids you farewell with a kiss on the cheek, all while you’re trying to take everything in.

Aemond Targaryen 

Around the court, he is referred to as the one-eyed prince. He is the man whom most fathers, including your own, warn their daughters off. It only feeds your curiosity to unravel who he truly is, and soon enough, it turns into a desire.

Your attention was drawn to the movements of his fingers, clenching your lights tightly as you picture the prince’s fingers deep inside of you. Because of this, you failed to notice the prince staring at you from across the table, and by the time you did; it was too late. Your face becomes warm as you sink further into the seat.

During tournaments, you just happen to find a seat next to him. Doing your best to delicately touch his knees with your own. And act as if you accidentally grabbed his arm out of shock whenever there was any bloodshed during the tourney. Naturally, you apologized, and the prince assured you it was fine. When his attention returns to the tourney; you smirk to yourself, feeling triumphant.

When Aemond is said to have taken Vhagar on a flight, you’d run to his chambers. To you, it has almost become a ritual. You would take hold of one of his pillows and start humping it. Your face pressed to the pillow, taking in his scent as you picture yourself on top of Aemond; riding him until he is a begging mess.

The guilt overtakes you once you’ve reached your high. The stained pillow turned over. Every time, you gave yourself the reassurance that the servants would clean up the mess. Unaware, occasionally they don’t, and the prince is left to discover the mess you left behind.

Aemond once appeared to arrive a little earlier during your ‘ritual’. By the time you’ve orgasmed, you are finally made aware that someone else is in the room. You feel nothing more than embarrassment, frozen in disbelief as Aemond stands there, appearing to have been in the room for a while. You try to explain yourself or perhaps plead for mercy, but find yourself unable to speak. 

That doesn’t seem to be necessary when you finally see the bulge in his pants. A smirk is clearly visible on his face as he pushes you away from the pillow and presses you against him instead. He asks if you thought he wouldn’t put two and two together. He even admits he had hoped to have caught you in the act.

Soon, you find yourself laying there with a pair of hands are roaming your body. As you close your eyes, a hand reaches for your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. Aemond grunts under his breath about how challenging it was for him to resist fucking you right there and then whenever you acted so fucking innocent, all while his hips move at an unforgiving pace. 

Daemon Targaryen

Men like Daemon are to be avoided. Dangerous, arrogant, violent, impulsive; the list of all his terrible attributes can go and on. Yet his confidence and prowess leaves one wanting. Everyone veers off of his path as he moves through the halls, yet you stand still, hoping to catch his eye.

When you could, you stole whatever was still in his chambers. He spent little time there due to his frequent trips to flea bottom. Making sure to be careful with the particular trinkets you took. Still, the prince noticed, and it was said he had a servant whipped for allegedly stealing from him.

Most will find your eagerness to impress Daemon to be pathetic. Many of your dresses, are colored in red and black, all the while displaying your cleavage. But it all comes to a frustrating end when you catch the eyes of another; failing to notice a pair of envious eyes watching.

 Pursuing the rogue prince through the street of flea-bottom, someone bumped into you and when you looked up, Daemon was nowhere to be found. You gasp as you’re dragged into an alley and pushed against the wall. Instantly, you recognize the hooded figure as Daemon. With his hand on your throat, he asks why you had been following him. 

You simply stare up at him. There was a look of fear, but Daemon saw light of lust flare in your gaze. The prince eyes you with a smirk-his hand on your throat moving down, lightly touching your chest to your stomach, and then reaching under your dress to grab hold of your inner thigh. His lips briefly touch yours before he pulls away, leaving you alone and aroused in the alleyway.

You are forever ruined by that moment. You did everything to please yourself; using your fingers, humping yourself against the pillow. But nothing works, leaving you to scream in frustration. Reaching for his robes; they no longer smell like him. Desperate, you went to his chambers in the dead of the night; he must be out as always. As soon as you enter the room, you grab a soiled shirt, sniffing it. A chuckle is then heard.

Feeling lightheaded, your shaking hands let go of the shirt; trembling as you turn to the source. Daemon is there, sitting in the corner, legs crossed, appearing as if he’s been waiting for you. Immediately you fall to your knees, head pressed against the ground as you cry for mercy. You can feel his steps approaching you and you let out a shriek when your hair is pulled back, forcing you to look at him. 

You continue to plead, promising to do anything and reaching for his thigh to prove your point. Daemon laughs, asking if you are that desperate of a whore. Yet he allows you to unfasten his trouser and pull it down.  His eyes are on yours as you eagerly take his cock in your mouth.

Aegon II Targaryen 

Aegon had a reputation for pinching or fondling any serving girl who strayed within his reach. Despite knowing all about the prince’s perversions, you still wanted him. Sometimes you wished to be a servant just to catch his eye.

Whenever Aegon was around, your dresses were revealing, displaying your curves. You would deliberately drop something all while crouching in front of the prince, drawing his attention to your chest- you’d stand up, pretending not to see. As you turn away; you’re disappointed-hoping he’d grope or reach under your dress. 

Frequently, you sneaked into the prince’s quarters. Times you laid on his bed, breathing in his scent when he wasn’t there. Much to your surprise, this time the prince wasn’t by himself. There was a hole in the other room that allowed you to see the prince’s room, and there you saw Aegon fucking a servant, no doubt. The first time this devastated you.

But a man with Aegon’s appetite, you’ve grown accustomed to peering through the hole and seeing a servant underneath him. Knowing it wasn’t the same girl gives you some peace of mind; most of them, after Aegon was done, were sent away by the queen. Over time, as you watch the prince and the servants, your hand gradually moves down between your legs. 

Once, you went into his chambers and discovered Aegon there. You grew frantic. It made no difference how much contribution your father gave to the “greens.” The penalty for being caught sneaking into the prince’s quarters is death. But it seems the gods are merciful, as Aegon was drunk to the point of being unconscious. You had hoped that this would force you to break your disgusting habit, but it seems you enjoy the thrill. 

You first tried it out by touching his hand and kissing his forehead, observing no response. Finally, you mustered the courage to slip under the covers. Possibly due to his intoxicated state, Aegon reaches for you, holding you close. Before dawn, you always slip out of the bed. Eventually, your touches have become more intimate, and the prince wakes up with cum stains on his sheets. For a time, you were able to get away without getting caught until now.

You assume his intoxication will cloud his mind as it always had. Pressing kisses to the prince’s face while holding his cock upright, only to halt your movement when the prince asks what you are doing. For a time, you stare at him before smiling, telling him to relax. With your hand still on his cock, you press his tip into your hole. Aegon tries to sit up, but you push him down. Holding his arms down, he tries to resist but his drunken state has rendered him helpless. And when you start moving your hips, Aegon slowly gives into the pleasure. 

When the two of you have reached your high, you collapse on his chest. The euphoria is finally wearing off, and the consequences are beginning to take hold. When you nervously look up at the prince, you see his love-struck gaze and shaky hand reaching for your face. It wasn’t that he didn’t want this. He only wanted control, but after all of this; Aegon vows to never let you go. 

[imthebadguyyy]

maybe something like interviewer asking her sexist questions and the boys stand up for her , after that interview she feels insecure and the boys comfort her . that's just an idea you don't have to write it !! <33

I hope you like it, and I'm so sorry about the delay 😭 I couldn't find my footing with this one, and I hope it's what you wanted ! Have a lovely day 💙

The One Where They're There For Her

Pairing - One Direction x Reader (6thmember!female!reader)

Fandom - One Direction (Directioners)

Summary - A particularly sexist interview decides to reduce you to just a sexual being and makes no effort to hide his misogyny. But the boys are there to support you.

Warnings - sexualization of the lgbt community, sexist comments, swearing, (honestly I hated myself for writing some of the comments here,and I'm so sorry)

Being a part of the biggest band in the world comes with certain responsibilities. Not responsibilities that come along with signing a recording contract, but those that a person deems themselves responsible for. For example, as the only female in a boyband, a female with a fanbase as large as yours, you took it upon yourself to always stand up for what's right, and to be an ally for the causes close to your heart.

That meant that your social media was often flooded with information about important causes, or your opinions on issues like feminism. Was it always well received? Heck no. There were people filled your feed with hate and comments calling you the most horrible names and labelling you a 'man hater' and a 'bitch' But you didn't let it get to you. On most days. On days like today, it was all you could do to keep it together. It had been a tiring few days, touring, recording, performing and doing an endless amount of interviews and photoshoots. It was safe to say you were on the last of your nerves, having battled your way through a makeup artist who had insisted on pointing out your flaws and had used a shit ton of makeup to cover them up. You had battled a photographer who had not hesitated to tell you that if you didn't look more feminine people would think you were turning into a man.

Before you could retaliate, Paul had dragged him away and told management to cancel the photoshoot, and find another photographer before grabbing the six of you some sandwiches and had let you all go back for a quick power nap at the hotel. Then in about half an hour he had woken you up, to get you ready for another interview. That's how you were here, in a white jumpsuit and a black blazer jacket, paired with black heels. Another day, another interviewer that got on your nerves. But this one, this one was different. This interviewer was different, but also the same. Another misogynistic man who thought he was entitled to stare at your ass and cleavage, and eye fuck you as you settled into a seat in between Niall and Zayn.

Settling in, you crossed one knee over the other, plastering a fake smile onto your face, as the man leaned back in his chair, throwing you a sleazy smirk. Noticing the look, Zayn shifted so you were out of view of the interviewer, but in view of the audience. It was in moments like this that you were a 100× more grateful to have your boys. They were well aware of how sleazy some interviewers could be, having had plenty of experience with them, and Zayn and Louis in particular were very protective about the way you were treated. Squeezing your thigh softly, he leaned back a little, lips settling into a thin line as he looked at the interviewer with a cold look. A little behind, Louis threw the interviewer a dirty look.

"So, One Direction! Congratulations on the album, as you all know its out on November the 22nd, with eighteen new songs, including the singles Night Changes and Steal My Girl Speaking of stealing girls, do you think I could steal your number Y/N? And may I mention, you look ver, very hot in that outfit" The interviewer joked, throwing you what he thought was a sexy smirk. (P.S - it wasn't) Answering with an awkward laugh, you shook your head, as Niall tensed up beside you. "Aww come on, your'e a pretty girl, I'm a handsome guy, let's go out sometime" he pressed on, ignoring the growing anger in Harry's eyes. "That's umm, nice. But no thanks, I'm not going to go out with you" was your answer, as you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Picking up on your nervous tic, Zayn moved his hand to rest on your knee, stopping it from bouncing up and down.

"Aww come on baby, what is it? You like girls or something? Because I wouldn't mind being a part of that action either" the sleazebag chuckled, ignoring the disgusted look Liam sent his way. "That's rude" Liam said, while Zayn tightened his grip on your knee. "Oh come on lads, are you telling me the idea doesn't appeal to you? Two women together, mm, makes me all excited just thinking about it, especially if one of them's Y/N" That comment was all it took for Louis to stand up, turning to the man and saying in a voice much rougher than his usual voice, "Alright, that's fuckin' enough, what the fuck is actually wrong with you?" he was backed up by Liam, who stood up, going to tower over the interviewer, whose eyes had lost some of the sleazy look in them. "All you've done since we walked in here is make those disgusting comments about Y/N, and it's sickening. Have some fucking respect" he practically spat.

Behind him, Zayn took your hand in his and pulled you to your feet, noticing the slight glossiness in them, leading you back to the dressing rooms, while Niall, Liam, Louis and Harry stayed back to continue to snap at the interviewer. "That is no way to treat a woman, and not only are you disrespecting her, you also made those god awful events about seeing women together. Your'e a shame to every single person in this room by talking like that" Harry continued, glancing over his shoulder to check if you were okay.

"And no, it doesn't excite us, because we are not assholes, and you are, a disgusting sleaze who does not deserve the job he has. Fuckin loser" Niall chimed in, standing up and storming out. Louis stood up as well, turning to directly face the cameras and the cameramen and sound technicians, who had all looked shocked when the man had made his comments towards you. "I sure as hell hope you have that on record, so you can see just how fucking sexist this industry is to women. Y/N does the same job as us, works just as hard and has the same number of awards, nominations, and records and yet you decide to only focus on her body, clothes, love life and sexuality. Get a fucking life" he spat at the camera, before walking away himself, eventually followed by Harry and Liam, who apologized to the outraged fans before leaving themselves. As they made their way to the dressing rooms they could hear the audience telling the interviewer to apologize to you, their anger at the way you were treated echoing through the building.

Walking in, Harry caught sigh of you curled up in one of the armchairs, with Louis sitting beside you, while Niall and Zayn talked to a furious Paul. "He had no damn right to treat her like shite, and you need to make sure that he knows those comments were un-fuckin-acceptable" Niall was saying, looking angrier than Harry had ever seen him. "And to make those sickening comments about wanting to get action? Can't we sue him for something?" Was Zayn's reply, glancing over his shoulder at you to make sure you were still okay. "We can't sue him, atleast I don't think we can, but I'll have someone let the smug bastard know that he needs to learn how to respect a woman" Paul said, before leaving the room to give the six of you some time together before you had to head back to the hotel.

"How're you feeling darling?" Louis said, moving over and patting your knee so you moved. "I'm okay" you mumbled back, letting Louis settle in next to you, leaning back to rest on his chest. "He had no fuckin right to say any of that, and don't you let it trouble you for a second" Zayn added, pouring out a cup of tea for you and for Louis and Harry. "I don't care about what he said, I couldn't care less, but it was just so frustrating, sitting there and listening to him just sexualize a whole community of people. You've got to be in a really sad place to think of shit like that. That's what annoyed me. You think I give a damn about what he said about my clothes or wanting to take me out on a date? It was the way he was talking, like he was sure any woman would be glad to have him that irked me. He's really tiresome" was your reply, as you reached forward for a sip of your tea. "That's the right attitude love. Haters gonna hate" Harry said.

"I know that. But I just wish I could punch him once, which sounds mean, but he does kind of deserve it" Niall said, earning a laugh from you. Niall was never usually aggressive, and even now, he wasn't particularly rude but it was rare to see him wanting to punch someone. "It's okay Niall, you don't have to. I can do it myself, but I won't" you replied, leaning up to squeeze his hand. "Besides, Ni, if you went and punched him, I'd do it too, and then we'd all go to jail" Liam chimed in, scrolling through his twitter. "Twitter isn't happy either babe. #stopsexualization and #Y/Ndeservesbetter is trending already" he added, showing you his phone. "If it means some of these sexist asses get their heads out of the sand, I'm happy. But I dont want to to think about it now" you replied, cuddling closer to the warmth radiating from Louis's body.

"Okay, we won't talk about it. Do you want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked, standing up and walking to the door "No I want to go to Nando's. Anybody else hungry?" You asked, to nods of assent from the boys. "I'm starving. Those stupid sandwiches didn't fill me up at all" Zayn said, standing up to grab his coat and wallet. "I know and I'm craving some hot Peri Peri chicken with some fries. Do you think they'd let me put the lemon and herb sauce on the fries?" You asked, standing up yourself, earning a laugh from Louis. "Your'e an international superstar babe, I think they'd give you some lemon herb sauce" Liam joked.

Laughing, the six of you made your way to the car, with Harry and Niall squishing you in between them, as Louis sat in the back with Liam, and Zayn sat in the front with Paul (he was driving thank GOD) "I'm proud of you darling" Harry chimed in suddenly. "I am too" Niall added. "You know I am" Louis said, before Liam added "Always babe" and Zayn turned to smile at you before adding, "We are all proud of you, and we always will be, not only because you do a damn good job of not listening to the haters, but because you do what you think is right" "Awh come on, your'e gonna make me cry" you mumbled, leaning into Niall's shoulder. "Almost makes me feel bad for teasing you about having an extremely low spice tolerance the last time we were at Nando's Haz" you smirked, earning a roar of laughter from the boys.

"That chicken was spicy love!" "It was lemon and herb with no peri peri!" "And it was spicy!"

And just like that, you were back to messing around with each other. Sleazy interviewers would come and go, but your boys were always there to support you. Always.

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A/N - Thanks for reading ! I'd also like to apologize on the behalf of this fictitious interviewer I made up, I felt so bad while writing some of this 😭 anyways, I hope this is what you wanted! Enjoy !

Tags - @zaynkissbot @gucci-hazza @bxtchboy69

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Pillow princess Mingi.

Warnings: Smut, forced Feminization, degrading, nipple play, size difference, Bottom Mingi, Top San, name calling, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, cum eating, pet names, dacryphelia, teasing, butt plugs, cockslut.

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This is just a Drabble I posted to Twitter and decided to post here.

-Twitter: CherryCh4nnie

-Ao3: PuppyBoyChan

“Do you want it hm?”

Mingi Looked up at the elder with glassy eyes and his face blushed.

A soft whimper leaving his lips when San slipped his lubed up cock between his cheeks, letting it rub against his hole making it twitch and clench around nothing.

“I said do you want it princess?”

The rapper burned up at the pet name feeling his cock twitch. He didn’t trust his voice to speak but he couldn’t take the teasing anymore.

Defeated he squeaked out

“P-please Sannie, want it so bad.”

San just chuckled stopping his movements and instead gliding his hands up the youngers buff body to toy with his perked up nipples.

“You have such pretty tits Darling.”

He would tease squeezing the soft muscle and pressing them together to create cleavage.

The boy below him was squirming and protesting.

He shouldn’t be getting so turned on by this, they weren’t tits he was a man.

But the way Sxn was speaking to him and touching him expertly made heat coil up in his stomach even if he was ashamed to admit it.

“You love it really don’t you princess?I bet you could cum just by me playing with your nipples, maybe next time we can dress you up in a pretty bralette and I can fuck your pretty tits hm?

Would you like that ?”

The thought made Mingi Whimper out loud and his body arched.

He desperately needed to be fucked.

It was cruel for San to tease him like this really but can you blame him?

The sight of the tall buff man falling apart for him was mouth watering.

The way his face flushed, messy hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and plump pink lips hung open as he let out the most sinful deep moans and occasionally whimpers.

The way his body squirmed with need and tears started to fall down his cheeks as he begged and begged to be filled up.

“S-Sannie please I nngh need it s-so bad.”

His voice came out as a desperate plead.

He’d been so good really, so who was San to deny him?

He’d push his cock into the rappers hole agonisingly slowly, feeling the tight warmth suck him in he’d growl low in his throat.

They looked a sight with Mingi’s long legs thrown over the shorter mans shoulders as veiny hands were tightly gripping his waist, definitely enough to bruise to hold him in place.

San would begin to thrust rough and deep, making Mingi Cry out.

He sounded positively wrecked.

Debauched moans and sobs leaving his lips with every thrust.

“Doing so good for me hm? God it was like you were made to take my cock. My perfect little fuck toy. I wonder what people would say if they saw you completely ruined for me?”

San’s voice was low and the lewd words dripped off his tongue.

“Mmh am your good boy S-Sannie, f-fuck feels so good.”

Encouraged, San picked up his pace, now wrapping one hand around the others red leaking cock and jacking him off fast making his back arch and causing him to yell out.

“You’ve got such a huge cock it’s pathetic you could never fucking use it.

I bet you wouldn’t even be able to fuck me if you tried.

Instead you’ll have to make do with me filling you up.

You love having your slutty hole stuffed so much don’t you princess? Bet you never want it to end.”

The dirty words were the last straw for Mingi,with a broken moan his body convulsed as he shot ribbons of cum all over his abs.

Still thrusting into him San would collect some of the cum on his fingers, bringing them up to the panting overstimulated boys soft lips and rubbing them making them all messy before demanding him to suck.

He’d swirl his tongue around the digits, lapping his cum up like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

The image was so sinful that with a final thrust San would cum deep inside him, slowly thrusting a few more times to fuck his cum back into him before slipping his cock out, the rapper whimpering at the empty feeling.

“S-Sannie.” He’d pant

“Wanna keep your cum inside.”

God this boy was going to be the death of him.

San would reach in the bedroom draw for

Mingi’s blue jewel plug, rubbing it on his rim teasingly before stuffing it in his hole before any more of his cum leaked out.

The boy would sigh contently, holding his arms out gesturing for San to come and lay his head on his pillowy chest to which the blonde happily complied.

Although they were both sticky and sweaty they were content.

“You did so well for me darling.”

San would say, his voice soft as he props himself up to place a gentle kiss to the others lips, the salty taste of cum still present making his head slightly dizzy.

He’d place his head back on Mingis chest snuggling closer to him, wrapped in his embrace.

With heavy eyes and sleep taking over his body the younger would breathe out a slurred

“Thank you Sannie”

Before the two drifted to sleep.

[stackthedeck]

do you have any thoughts or headcanons ab trans matt? he’s so special to me and i love projecting my gender conflict onto him

oooh okay here's my hot take Matt could be both a trans man or a trans woman and both options are interesting and exciting but this is all trans guy Matt and it went really long so send another ask for trans girl Matt. Also the headcanons all use he/him pronouns even before Matt comes out but that's how I think about my gender

Matt realizes he's a boy very young. It's the 90s, there aren't exactly words for what he's feeling yet, at least no words he's hearing from his catholic father or community. He's labeled as a tomboy and everyone ignores it, figures a little girl growing up with just a dad is going to be a bit butch. Matt can get away with wearing his hair short and wearing boy clothes because "well it's just easier for her dad, poor thing"

and then the accident happens and Matt's blind and people stop commenting about how he looks because you're not going to tell the blind kid they're doing gender wrong. And then his dad dies and he's in the orphanage and everything feels wrong. He's grieving his father and his senses are flooded with too much and he has to wear the catholic school uniform and grow his hair out, and he can't explain why but that feels just as terrible as the scratchy sheets and the wailing sirens at night. He's grieving every part of himself and he has no words for it

At his confirmation, Matt chooses St. Michael as his confirmation name. "The archangel is an odd choice, especially for a girl, but this is her confirmation and the poor girl has already been through so much." Matt chose Michael because something about that strength, being a warrior of God, holy and set apart called to him. But also he's already experienced so much death, why not the angel associated with it, why not strive to have the scales balanced, to find justice?

It briefly crosses Matt's mind that maybe he should be a nun. He brings the idea up to Sister Maggie who tells him in no uncertain terms that he's too angry, too passionate, he'd suffocate in a convent, and he needs to be out in the world. Matt says he likes the idea of not getting married, keeping his hair short under the veil, long robs that cover his body. Maggie says that he can't join just for the outfit and "it might not seem like it now, but one day, a girl like yourself, you're going to be a heartbreaker, just like your father." And Matt says he doesn't want to break any girls' hearts. Maggie sighs and tells him that it's fine if he likes girls, but technically he's supposed to be breaking boys' hearts. Oh well, he can do that too, but... Matt can't quite articulate why but something about the people he likes, how he likes them feels off? Like there's a piece of the puzzle of his attraction missing. spoiler alert: it's gender. He likes both and he knows he's not supposed to but for some reason, his brain has put boys off limits even though it should be the other way around. Because he's a girl, right?

Stick doesn't help with this gender confusion in the slightest. When Matt trains with Stick he's allowed to trade the school uniform for pants. Stick yanks on his ponytail one too many times during a sparing match and Matt just steals his sword and slices it off. Stick smacks him for dulling the blade, but he's proud that the kid is losing all attachments. And Matt likes that pride, that tiny scrape of affection. And that's the thing, it feels like Stick gets it, feels like his hatred for feminity could let Matt slip into masculinity. Stick doesn't call Matt by his given name, doesn't call him girl or miss, he's just kid. Stick doesn't pull his punches. The girls at school just whisper behind his back, call him a try-hard, a blind freak, a dyke. Stick just hits him. It's so much easier being not a girl. It hurts, but the pain goes away when the whispers don't. But Stick leaves because Matt is weak and emotional. Even with all the training, he's still that scared little girl he found crying in the orphanage. Being a girl always felt wrong, but now it hurts.

It's well into his teen years that Matt confesses to Father Lantom that he's probably gay and Father Lantom says that's alright even though it's the late 90s, it most certainly isn't the Catholic Church's stance, but it's Father Lantom's stance. Matt says he likes boys too, maybe he can marry a man and have kids and be a good Catholic wife. Lantom says that he thought Matt wanted to be a lawyer, no reason to give that up. But Matt also says sometimes he wants boys but like in the way he wants to be a boy, not just do the things they do, but be seen as one, look like one. He doesn't know what he looks like, but he knows that it's changing, rebelling against him, his skin itches with the way it just doesn't feel right. He doesn't have the words for it, but his body is wrong, but God doesn't make mistakes. Father Lantom says, "we are made in His image" and Matt's heart sinks. Right, to complain about how he looks, it's vanity, it's pride, it's desocrating creation. Father Lantom says, "the wonderful thing about creation is that it changes, that God gave man the ability to choose and create just like Him. You were made in God's image and likewise, you can make yourself reflect the image of God. Isn't that what we teach you, to reflect God?" Matt gets really quiet and nods. "I was thinking about maybe a new name?"

It's challenging to get the right resources, it's really not until Matt is 18 that he can even start the transition process. Father Lantom and Sister Maggie help, and the church help. New York is pretty progressive so by the time Matt's done with undergrad, he's got his name changed and all the gender change paperwork done and he's been on t for a year. He feels guilty about changing his name, it's one of the last things he has of his dad. But in the end, he chooses Matthew Micheal, a good Catholic name. He's still got a piece of his dad, he's a Murdock boy, after all, and he's got the same devil in him that his father did. He still has that money his dad left him, he got a full ride for undergrad, but now he has to choose. Gender-affirming surgery or law school? He chooses law school and hopes that his roommate in law school isn't a bigot.

his roommate isn't a bigot. Matt got paired with Foggy because they're both trans. Which would feel like discrimination on Columbia's part, but it's such a relief for both of them that they can't be mad.

Matt binds so unsafely, especially when doing Daredevil stuff. He hates his body, he's doing Daredevil to punish himself, to indulge his worst impulses. Of course, he's binding with bandages, his ribs are already fucked, might as well get flat as hell. Even though he doesn't want tits, he doesn't want top surgery because he'd have to take days, maybe even weeks off being Daredevil. But whatever, it's not like he has the money for it. Elektra comes back into his life after the second time dying and flashes her black card and is like "hey babe, I'm going to pay for anything you want to make up for all the hand nonsense." Elektra pays for his top surgery and offers a few other surgeries too and covers his Daredevil patrol while he recovers.

With the suits and the years on t and just the general confidence, Matt passes really well. He's definitely brought girls back to his place and they left thinking he's cis, just with a weird dick and a very talented mouth.

Foggy buys little pride flags for the office and puts a trans flag on all of their desks. Karen comes in and is "oh did you guys do that for me?" and they're like "what?" and she's like "oh, you guys didn't know I'm trans?" and Matt and Foggy are like "holy shit us too?" How it didn't come up for at least a solid year is a mystery and a miracle

[pepcono]

A more fair comparison is between their article on masculinising HRT and the one mentioned above.

bylines:

"Feminizing HRT, or hormone replacement therapy, is a common treatment for gender dysphoria"

and

"Testosterone HRT, or hormone replacement therapy, can leave people feeling more confident, alleviate gender dysphoria, and in many cases saves lives"

Make of that what you will

Following this both describe their HRT in broard strokes, in terms of physical effects both speak plainly. However their concluding sentences are phrased diffrently

"For some people, feminizing HRT can make their body feel more in line with their mind."

"People who take masculinizing HRT have reported feeling less psychological distress, experiencing more sexual satisfaction, and otherwise help them feel more comfortable in their body and mind."

Now one difference that will immediately jump out at you is the length difference, I don't know and won't guess why that is the case.

What I will say is that one of these articles seems much more interested in emphasising how few people benefit from it then the other and, that one of these seems less willing to elaborate on what the tangible benefits are.

But something I find quite interesting is on the preceding line in the mHRT article:

"Taking HRT has been shown to greatly improve the mental health of many trans people and in many cases save lives"

A plainly stated sentence that emphasises the life saving nature of HRT? I'm sure they had something like that in the fHRT article, I mean this sentence even talks about HRT generically so they could even just copy and paste it!

They don't say even once that feminising HRT saves lives. Not once. So that's an interesting decision.

Of course that isn't the only interesting thing. Both articles do state that one doesn't need to take HRT to be trans, however I, just for fun, decided to count how many instances of that sentiment were stated in each article:

the fHRT article states that you don't need to take HRT to be trans seven times. the mHRT article only says it once.

7 to 1

Now that on its own wouldn't be an issue if the fHRT article didn't seem to spend every other moment talking about how few people benefit from feminising HRT.

Now also for fun I decided to count how many times each article says that there is only a chance that HRT provides any benefits.

8 to 1

I'm starting to see a pattern.

humour me just one more time, how many times does each state HRT is life saving?

0 to 4

I hope this isn't to poorly written, I came into this trying to do my usual unfeeling disection of articles, but these articles managed to quite piss me off.

Them [the news website] having a lot of articles on top surgery and bottom growth but like no info on the affects of estrogen/progesterone on your genitals and bottom surgery is so...blatantly a bigotry issue.