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"You are the smartest person I know !"
The words had slipped past his lips, the tone of his voice coloured by a smile and the chuckle which had previously escaped him. Now, it hadn't been thought through ; like most of what he'd say around her presence, it just HAPPENED to be said. However, he wouldn't eras it, not for the whole damn world. Because he meant it, just like everything he'd tell her, whether it'd be when they'd hang out in real, or over a phone call. While he had always been a honest person - lying was fine by his standards, but only when necessary - he'd never been as honest as he was with her. Somehow, she had eased a way to his heart and brain. Her small, pale hands held the key and for the first time ever, he wasn't afraid to let himself open up to someone who wasn't direct family. Well, he was pretty much ALONE, except for Ash, his grandmother and recently, the kind Faye, so it wouldn't make much of a difference. Though, for him, it did. Because she made him feel accepted. Better, she made him feel SEEN. Although, it wasn't just about what she could provide her, but what she was, generally speaking.
Fezco had seen all kind of batshit insanity. He had witnessed the worst of humanity, could it even be called that at this point. It seemed safe to state that Lexi was the purest, kindest soul in this world of brutes. She was almost too good to be true, and a huge part of him wished so desperately to protect her, and hold onto her, despite the lingering voice inside his head whispering him that he was not GOOD enough. That, if he wanted her to be safe, he shall let her go instead of clinging onto her. She was the one saving him, definitely not the only way around. But it had come to a point he NEEDED her, and honestly, it sucked. Maybe that was why he didn't, until now, have any friend. When you have friends, you always are risking their loss.
She knew that. She knew that he was selling drugs to her bestie Rue. She had seen him unleash all that violence on Nate fucking Jacobs, and yet, she stayed. She still texted him, still asked if they could meet up and hang out. She had seen the worst of him, and yet ... she thought highly of him. That truly wasn't what he deserved. Another chuckle escaped him, his head shaking while his gaze dropped to the floor bashfully. "Yo, you fell on your head or somethin' ? Lexi Howard ain't the smartest but I am ? Damn, what's that, a parallel reality or some shit ?" The compliment touched him, but he couldn't just accept it, nor could he believe she meant it for real.
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Everyone stay with me because I have a vision for a reboot of Supernatural...
#supernatural#spn#dean winchester#sam winchester#if they were ever looking to reboot supernatural...#i think nicholas galitzine and jacob elordi would make a perfect dean and sam#nicholas galitzine is the right amount of twink to play s1!dean#and if you haven't seen him in rwrb mary and george and bottoms trust me when I say he has the RANGE#and elordi? i think he would love to play a freak(affectionate) like sam winchester#he'd BODY that role i think his turns in euphoria and saltburn speak for themselves#there's even a height difference aspect#galaztine is 6' and elordi is 6'5'' while not exactly alike the right person is the taller brother#supernatural reboot#trust me on this#and if you're asking me who should play john i think the answer is obvious - misha#DON'T ARGUE WITH ME THE METACASTING MISHA AS REBOOT JOHN WINCHESTER IS ACTUALLY GENIUS IN ITS IRONY
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Gender Euphoria Moments
"Can I ask you something? Is your gender Taliesin Jaffe?"
#Taliesin and his characters played a significant role in me finding the courage to experiment a bit more with my gender expression#so hearing that question felt very validating#transgender#nonbinary#gender euphoria#queer#taliesin jaffe#critical role
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they could make a lesbian fight club + superbad (= bottoms) but they couldn’t really make a lesbian ferris bueller’s day off. ferris bueller just has to exist as vague homoerotic queerbait in which the characters will never act upon their desires if they are to realize them at all + such desires are only visible to a select portion of viewers that have been oversaturated and turned off by excess annoying queer media and revert back to the classics does this make sense
#someone prove me WRONG.#edit butch ferris bueller with straight bisexual girlfriend (sloane) we like her + butch4butch cameron. @emma seligman get in on this#put them in san francisco instead of LA they skip school to go to the dyke bar#deftones plays instead of dream academy at the art museum scene#ruby cruz has a role#everything else 80s maybe 90s because i like the music generally ambiguous time period#no phones and they’ve never heard of lex/her sorry. also i want them older not in high school but u can’t really do a ferris bueller remake#that isn’t set in high school. hmm. like in the way euphoria should definitely be in college#but then again bottoms is high school UGH.#Cameron isn’t depressed for no reason hes like yearning for ferris it’s kind of ambiguous but we know.#but he’s also generally tortured and haunted and depressed anyway#umm shot on 35mm because i hate digital films usually.. and scope sometimes
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God the joy I see every time one of my interpreters puts on their costume for the first time is unparalleled
#and today was the unveiling of the first costume I actually made completely#and the most complicated garment I’ve made yet#it’s just an 1890s jacket (which was supposed to be a bodice but there’s a long story there)#but it’s something I’ve never made before and I wasn’t able to do fittings or even work on a dress form#so I really struggled and I really was not confident in it at all#until today when it was finally finished#and the actress put the whole thing on and lit up#in living history the costume really is so personal because it makes you feel like that different person you’re portraying#in a way that’s more intense than playing any theatrical role#so to be a part of what a) visually sets the experience in the correct era#and b) helps an interpreter feel that sense of history#is just incredible#like I experienced the kind of euphoria today that makes me certain that I’m doing the right thing#museum musings
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𝐬𝐨 𝑭𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒕 !
sideblog for 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 of euphoria. follows back from @thatprettylittlething.
#promo tag#euphoria rp#euphoria roleplay#euphoria cassie rp#cassie Howard rp#cassie Howard#cassie role play#euphoria writing#indie euphoria rp
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Wouldn’t it be funny if Reader shows just a tiny amount of happiness to any one of the batfam, and the next thing you know they try their best to make Reader to do it again.
Example:
Dick:Makes a silly joke
Reader: Actually smiles and laughs at it
Dick: gloats about it to the fam
The BatFam: practically on all fours chasing after Reader to try and make them laugh
Don’t stress out with your writings (btw love your ‘again & again’ series❤️)
Take your time and don’t forget to drink water🫶🫶🫶
laughter is the best medicine
ft. yan! dick grayson, jason todd, and damian wayne
— masterlist !
more beneath the cut ! fluff ? with a mix of yandereness is my thing hehe. i love this ask sm <3 you guys are being fed well today !!!
reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.
ugh they're the definition of giving someone an inch and they'll be taking a mile. it would especially be annoying if it were dick on the receiving end of the line. but even if he'd be the one you'd take most precaution to, don't underestimate just how much your opinion holds the most value in the family. so they'll most definitely gloat about their achievement of making you smile or hell, even leaning against their shoulder willingly calls for a celebration.
trust me when i say that living in a stuffy manor already sucks, and they don't exactly like seeing you sulk and merely rot in your bed all day. so like any loving family would do, they'll try their damn best to at least see a quirk of your mouth or that faint glimmer in your that dick oh-so enchantingly talk about.
so it comes to them in the form of a surprise that one day, when your oldest brother accidentally trips over one of your expensive novelty ballpen, instead of nearly shouting at him for breaking one of your favorites, it was the "oomph!" sound his throat makes and his wide eyes when his ass directly landed on the floor that makes you crack into small giggles.
if it weren't for his enhanced hearing, dick would've crossed out your laughter as a hallucination, a product of imagination, something entirely impossible to produce, but no.
he had proven himself wrong.
once he turns back at you, he sees the crinkle of your eyes and your palm trying to cover your shit eating grin. the plump of your cheeks are so accentuated that he forgets the initial embarrassment he feels in the first place, replaced with awe at just how artfully captivating his sibling looks; sitting by
it's like a painting, he wishes it was. he wishes tim would be quick enough to capture the succession of your smiles in the live camera feed.
all because he couldn't believe it. couldn't believe that his baby bird is laughing. they're laughing and they look so mirthful and full of life when doing so.
yes, you're laughing at him, at his stupidity for being unable to detect a mere ballpen despite being trained to locate every known obstacle in a field.
but fuck, he was already raised at a circus to fulfill the role of an acrobat who entertains the crowd. what more could it be if that means he could play the role of a clown for you, his baby bird worth more than a thousand lives, whose laughter is equivalent to the immense euphoria that is filling his entire being?
give him an inch and he'll take an entire mile.
the next day, you'd be greeted with... a lot of peculiar instances within your family. all of which you would laugh at because it's not typical that your family displays mistakes, and you feel a bit better about yourself when their imperfections seem to seep out of their being— or maybe it's just your thoughts eating you up again, because is it just you or did jason, tim, and even damian, manage to at least trigger a reaction out of you?
tim would accidentally end up drinking orange juice right after brushing his teeth. his cringing expression, choked gargling and immense spitting is enough to guarantee a light chuckle from your seated form as you ate your cereal in peace, watching him as he tries to rid of the bitter taste on his tongue. although, bitter as it may, the sweetness and the aching of his tooth overpowers the regret he fills for gulping an entire bottle of orange juice down his throat.
he's so glad that he had set up multiple cameras and recorders at different angles prior to your time spent with him because he just couldn't stop watching your reaction in loop whilst he tried to continue his investigations within gotham's latest crime news. yet no matter how hard he attempts to control himself, his eyes couldn't stop looming over to your form, finding your reaction too incredibly cute to be ignored. yeah, he'll do his duties later. for now, he just needs to... screenshot every single frame of your expressions.
jason isn't much of a joker but when reading you one of your favorite stories, he had managed to mispronounce one of the words so badly that it ruined the narrative of the classical book he was voice acting for you. it was a stupid thing to laugh at, but for a guy like jason, who was an english nerd in his very prime, it would be hilarious— especially when his gothamite accent seeps into his vocabulary; which is very unbefitting for the voice of a character who was a princess that loves to wear frilly, pink dresses.
imagine a man, with a growl that vibrates through his skull, and muscles that bulge through his shirt, voices a princess of all people! his high pitched register for the character was already grating to your ears, but the sudden shift from an airy and girlish to deep and gruff with an added effect of a voice crack at the word "cake" was enough to let you burst out into laughs, your giggles echoing through the comfortable silence of the manor's library. for the first time in a while, you let jason wrap his arms around your shoulder, asking for your input about his tremendous acting skills.
jason never had many moments to cherish within the manor, preferring to stay over and outside of bruce's radar, but god does he love going through the batcave's live feed just to zoom in on your expressions, the grin on your face heavily reminds him of himself, back when he was the oblivious robin with no idea of what was coming to him. yet only now, he swears to protect your smile from never faltering.
damian takes his artistry skills seriously, constantly making a show of bragging to you whenever he has the opportunity to. but this time, he was incredibly pissed at drake for accidentally squeezing all the paint from the tube of oil paints he had stored by the drawers, and it was a shade closest to your skin tone, too; he meant to use that tube of paint for his next portrait of you. so like the petty child he is, damian sets on an hour long routine of drawing tim with monstrous features that screams the opposite of what he sports.
that means he had drawn multiple variants of tim with a hideous, actual bowl cut one. no seriously, his hair was a bowl and the strands that peeked out of it were spaghetti strands. in another drawing, his red robin outfit consists of plucked feathers and an elongated beak for its mask, what seems to be the pocket for the eyes now replaced with cat-like slits that makes the vigilantes expression looker idiotic and downright stupid. yet it felt therapeutic for damian to draw that his brother with what he felt was enough revenge to exact upon drake. that scum deserved a horrendously made portrait of him.
what he didn't expect was that you had stumbled upon his atelier, wanting to cure your boredom by painting a scenery when all of a sudden you had to drop all your equipment from your hands because... what the fuck was damian painting...? why is tim crawling across the floor in one of the portraits...? it takes a second or two for you to register the drawing's very detailed portrayal of a literal bowl cut, your laughter bursting out of the seams because no fucking way did damian actually draw something so hilarious and unserious. if you were anybody else, damian would've kicked your shins so violently you would've required a visit to the hospital. but because it's you... he chooses to sulk in the corner with puffed cheeks and burning ears as you approach the painting with said curiosity of a child and a laughter you can't stifle so easily.
at least it got you to stay in the same room as him for about an hour, with you giving your youngest brother more ideas to make the drawings even more unsettling than they already were, to which damian takes your tips to heart.
after you had eagerly (and shyly) showed the entire family you and damian's shared creation of a monstrosity, tim swears he'll never squeeze a tube of damian's paint anymore.
#🍨... yael's talking#🧁... yael's misc.#series: again & again#yandere dc#yandere batfam#yandere dick grayson#yandere jason todd#yandere tim drake#yandere damian wayne#yandere batman#yandere batboys#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x gn reader#yandere x male reader#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#yandere x darling#platonic yandere#doing the core-four for now bec i dont want to spoil much#i rlly have a unique talent of turning any ask into a long post don't i....
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The age dysphoria that people are experiencing while watching the Percy Jackson trailer (“omg they’re babies!!!”) is a perfect example of how Hollywood has skewed our perception of what teenagers and even kids are supposed to look like by hiring actors who are significantly older than their characters. Logan Lerman was 18 when they made the first PJO movie. Alexandra Daddario was 24. That’s twice as old as the role she was playing.
It’s gotten better in recent years, but it still happens (just look at the cast of Euphoria—and yes, obviously there are REASONS they have to cast adults on that show). This is why most of us grew up thinking we were ugly kids and teenagers—we were unwittingly comparing ourselves to 20 and even 30-somethings. We weren’t ugly, we were just children!
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where did you find this?- Nate x Fezco hi
The voice which echoed through his ears startled him more than he would've liked to admit it. Swiftly, his right hand got a hold onto the item that definitely should have stayed hidden instead of falling from the pocket of his dark jacket. It was a piece of clothing he'd never wear, not even when the temperatures would considerably drop with the change of seasons. Therefore, to his mind, it had seemed like the most brilliant idea. Except, it wasn't, obviously, and it became obvious when he moved it from the cash register he had carelessly discarded it onto earlier. Truly, he had never considered himself to be an incredibly lucky guy and hell, now he knew why. Nate fucking Jacobs could've chosen any other moment to suddenly pop up inside his store, but it had to be when he moved his stuff around and fucked it up. Maybe Jules made the worst mistake by trusting him with this.
Carefully, Fezco slid the item back where it belonged, gaze stuck anywhere but on the man who had just spoken to him. If only silence could've worked out as the best solution, but he knew better than to ignore Jacobs and pray he'd leave him alone, because the beef that had started between them had never ceased to escalate. Not that he was afraid by the other. Not of what he could do to HIM, at least. To his friends, though, that was a whole different story. Keeping his mouth shut, he placed his jacket behind him, on the seat Faye would occupy when she came with to the store. The silence that followed was deafening to his ears. Maybe, if he squeezed his eyes shut very tight, the threat would go away. Nah, bullshit. He learned this trick never worked by the age of five.
"Listen, bruh ..." The boy started slowly, blue eyes eventually lifting off the floor to dare cross his gaze. "I dunno what you think you saw, but, yo, I gotta tell you to stay out of my businesses, yeah ? What you doin' out here, anyway ?"
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Lately I've been dipping my toe into the mess that is transandrophobia discourse, and in the process I've been presented with one question in many forms:
"Do trans men experience misogyny?"
My initial answer was "these terms are all theoretical frameworks for a vast range of human experiences, why would you choose to frame your pre-transition experiences as that of a woman?" This makes sense to me, but clearly isn't satisfactory to many of the people sending me anons. As much as I might want to use my own life as a case study, I can't very well tell these people in my asks box "no, you've never experienced something that could be categorized as misogyny." Still, the question bothers me.
I think that's because the question obfuscates the actual debate. It's clear to me the question we are debating is not one of "experience" but "authority." That is:
"Do (binary) trans men understand what it's like to be a woman?"
My answer? No.
How can I justify that when we have, since birth, been raised as women? Well, because we also have, since birth, been trans men. If we cast aside the idea of transness as a modern social construct or anything other than an innate and biological reality, this has to be true. Even before you ever came out to yourself, you were transgender. Transphobia has dictated every moment of your life. Your idea of what "womanhood" is is not at all the same as a woman's, be it cis or trans. Why? Because a woman does not react to "being a woman" with the dysphoria, dissociation, and profound sense of wrongness that you do. [If you do not experience these things, a cis or trans woman, at the very least, does not identify as a binary trans man.] A woman sincerely identifies as a woman, and identity plays a pivotal role in how we absorb societal messaging.
Let's take homophobia as an example. While any queer person has probably experienced targeted episodes of bigotry, the majority of bigotry we experience must necessarily be broad and social. Boys learn to fear becoming a faggot as a group, but the boy who is a faggot will internalize those messages in a completely different way to the boys who only need learn to assert the heterosexual identity already inherent in them through violence. All of them are suffering to some extent, but their experiences are not at all equivalent. This is despite the fact that they've all absorbed the same message, maybe even at the same moment, through the same events. Still, we don't say that a straight boy knows what it is like to be a gay boy. Similarly, cis women do not know what it is like to be a trans man despite being fed the same transphobic messaging in a superficially identical context. It isn't a stretch to say the same can apply to misogyny.
Because I can't speak for you, I'll use myself as an example for a moment. I'll give my bonafides: I am a gender-nonconforming, T4T queer, white, binary trans man. I am on T, and I have recently come out to my family. I do not pass. My career as a comic writer is tied to my identity as a trans man. I can confidently say I have never been impacted by misogyny the same way as my friends who actually identify as women. This manifested early on as finding it easy to shrug off the messaging that I needed to be X or Y way to be a woman. In fact, most gender roles slid off my back expressly because breaking them gave me euphoria. I was punished in many ways for this, but being this sort of cis woman did help me somewhat. It's easy to be "one of the guys" in a social climbing sense if you really do feel more comfortable as a man. It also helped me disregard misogyny aimed at me or others because it seemed like an shallow form of bigotry. It was something you could shrug off, but it was important for building "unity" among women. I thought this must be the case for all women, that we all viewed misogyny as a sort of "surface level" bigotry. However, for whatever conditional status I gained in this role, there was a clear message that if I did "become" a man, every non-conformist trait about me would just become a grotesque and parodic masculinity.
That was the threat that was crushing me, destroying my identity and self esteem. That was what I knew intimately through systemic, verbal, physical, and sexual abuse. I could express my nonconformity as a cis woman, but if I took it so far as to transition to male? I would be a pathetic traitor, a social outcast. I truly believe that throughout my life people were able to see that I was not just a failed woman, but an emasculated man.
I do partly feel that the sticking point for many is the idea that the sexual abuse suffered by trans men is inherent to womanhood, and therefore inexplicable if trans men are men from birth. While this disregards the long history of sexual abuse of young boys, especially minority boys, I do see the emotional core. I'll offer that the sexual abuse I suffered was intrinsically linked to my emmasculation, my boyishness, despite the fact that I was not out to myself or anyone else. I believe many trans men have suffered being the proxy for cis women's desire for retribution against cis men, or for cis men and women's desire for an eternally nubile young boy. I also believe they have suffered corrective assault that attempts to push them back into womanhood, which in itself is an experience unique to transness rather than actual womanhood.
I'll note quickly that many, many trans men cannot relate to the idea of feeling confident and above it all when it comes to womanhood. Many of you probably tried desperately to conform, working every moment to convince yourself you were a woman and to perfectly inhabit that identity. I definitely experienced this as well (though for me it was specifically attempting to conform to butchness) but I can concede many of you experienced it more than I did. I still believe that this desperate play-acting is also not equivalent to true womanhood. It is a uniquely transgender experience, one that shares much more in common with trans women desperately attempting to conform to manhood than with true womanhood.
One key theme running through the above paragraphs is the idea that "womanhood" is synonymous with "suffering." A trans man must know what it is like to be a woman because he suffers like one. It should be noted that actual womanhood is not a long stretch of suffering. It often involves joy, euphoria, sisterhood, a general love and happiness at being a woman. It wasn't until I admitted to myself I had never been a woman that I was able to see how the women in my life were not women out of obligation, but because they simply were. The idea that you are a woman because you suffer is more alligned with radfem theory than any reality of womanhood.
When I admitted my identity to myself I was truly faced with the ways that my ability to stand up to misogyny did not equate to being anti-misogynist. I was giddy to finally be able to admit to being a man, and suddenly all that messaging that "slid off my back" was a useful tool in my arsenal. Much like cis gay men feel compelled to assert their disgust for vaginas and women after a life of being compelled towards heterosexuality, I felt disgust and aversion to discussions of womanhood as an identity. I didn't even want to engage with female fictional characters. I viewed other people's sincere expressions of their own womanhood as a coded dismissal of my identity. Like many people before and after, I made women into the rhetorical device that had oppressed me. Not patriarchy, not transphobia, but womanhood and women broadly. It wasn't explicit bigotry, but the effects were the same. I had to unlearn this with the help of my bigender partner, who felt unsettled and hurt by the way I could so easily turn "woman" into nothing but a theoretical category which represented my personal suffering.
This brings me to another point: I sometimes receive messages from nonbinary trans mascs telling me that it's absurd to think they don't understand womanhood and identify with misogyny in a deeper way. I would agree that, if you sincerely identify in some capacity as a woman, you are surely impacted by misogyny in a way I am not. However, why are you coming to the defense of binary trans men like me? Less charitably, why are you projecting a female identity on us? Perhaps my experience frustrates you so deeply because we simply do not have the same experience at all. Perhaps we are not all that united by our agab, by our supposed female socialization.
So, no. I do not believe that binary trans men know what it's like to be women. I don't believe we are authorities on womanhood. I do not believe that when a trans woman endeavors to talk about transmisogyny, your counterargument about your own experiences of misogyny is useful. I ESPECIALLY do not believe that it is in any way valid to say that you are less misogynist, less prone to being misogynist, or-- god forbid-- INCAPABLE of misogyny because you were raised as a girl. I also don't believe your misogyny is equivalent to that of a woman's internalized misogyny in form or impact.
For as much as many in this movement downplay privilege as merely "conditional," those conditions do exist. They do place you firmly in the context of the rest of the world. Zoom out and look at the history of oppressed men, and you'll find the same reactionary movement repeated over and over. Attacking the women in your community for not being soft enough, nice enough, patient enough, rather than fighting the powers that be. Why do I believe your identity is more alligned with cis manhood than any form of womanhood? Because this song and dance has been done a hundred times before by men of every stripe. Transphobia is real, and your life experience has been uniquely defined by it since birth. This is a thing to rally around, to fight against, but you all have fallen for a (trans)misogynistic phantasm in your efforts at self-actualization. You are not the first, and you will not be the last. Get out of this pipeline before it's too late.
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COMING UP BABY,(I come as quick when I heard you doing kinkotber requests sooooo yYEA)
Miguel O’Hara x goodgirl!reader
KINK: hunting predator kink, overstimulation,and an slight breeding kink (idk 😃 i remember reading something like this so yea,where Miguel has an kink that he enjoys playing the predator,loves to see reader in fear,it make him “excited” 😏,loved to see reader so hopeless,so pitiful,and so vulnerable)
IDK IM SO SORRY IF IT BADLY EXPAINED 😭😭😭 BUT happy kinkobter ✌️✌️🫶🫶
Kinktober Day Four: Predator
Kinktober Masterlist
Miguel O'Hara x female reader
You heart races in your chest. You can hear it in your ears, can feel your lungs expanding with each quickened breath.
You're shaking slightly, hiding in an old, abandoned building behind what used to be some sort of desk.
You hear him walk into the room, heavy footsteps slow and quiet. His breathing is heavy, a rough, almost animalistic grunt leaving him.
You shudder where you hide, closing your eyes, trembling as he moves around the room.
Miguel knows you're here. He can hear your rapid breaths, can sense your racing heart. And he smells you. He can smell your fear and your arousal, making his own spike.
He takes a deep inhale, already knowing where you're hiding, but knowing that the more he scares you, the sweeter it'll be when he catches you.
His claws are out, his fangs at the ready. He can't help it. You drive him crazy.
He'd been a little reluctant the first time you two had done this little predator/prey role, thinking he'd scare you off. Instead, he was surprised and delighted to find how much you enjoyed it.
He walks closer to where you are, the smell of your fear growing, making his cock even harder. He stalks closer, laughing softly, darkly.
“I don't know why you bother hiding,” he says, voice low. “Did you forget I can smell you?”
You shudder, eyes popping open. He laughs again and leans over the desk slowly, smirking, those red eyes dark and sharp as he finds you crouched into a tiny ball.
“Perdiste, princesa,” he says thickly. You lost, princess.
He grabs you, pulling you to him. You gasp as he sets you down on the desk, moving to stand between your legs.
His claws dig into your hips slightly, a silent warning: you better not think about running right now.
He kisses you messily, eager, his mouth moving down your jaw, your neck. He bites you, relishing in the way you squirm beneath him. “Shh, princesa, ni siquiera empezamos.” We haven't even started.
He fucks you over and over, his cock buried so deep inside you that the thick head presses against your cervix. He keeps going even as you shake from your fourth or fifth orgasm.
“Miguel!” you whine. “Miguel!” It's the only word you know anymore. He's truly fucked you dumb.
“Shh, ya sé, princesa,” (I know) he says in your ear, fucking you hard and fast, barely resisting the urge to sink his fangs into your neck. “I'm almost done with you, baby. Just gimme a minute longer, hm? Gimme a chance to fill you up.”
You moan, trembling underneath him as another orgasm overcomes you. “Ahh!”
“I'm gonna give you a baby, princesa,” he says. “Do you want that? Do you wanna be full of my baby?” He chuckles against your ear. “Qué bonita te vas a ver con mi bebé adentro de ti.” You're gonna look so pretty with my baby in you.
He comes inside of you, delivering his thick, hot load deep in your cunt. You mewl lowly at the feel.
He kisses the tip of your nose, then your lips. He keeps his cock buried deep in you. He hopes, truly..he gets you pregnant. There's nothing he'd like more than to give you a child.
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forgive me
aemond x wife!reader
summary: his lady wife summons him to the throne room. the last thing he expected was you sat atop the iron throne.
warnings: as this is a fic written by yours truly, SMUT, oral, masturbation, defiling of iron throne, exhibitionism
MDNI
“well, what do we have here, hm?” aemond couldn’t believe the sight before him.
his deep green riding jacket smothered your small figure. he knew you had on only your sheer, beige night slip underneath. but no, it’s where you sat that directed his attention.
your luscious silver curls and soft features were a stark contrast to the menacing, iron chair you seated yourself.
his wife possessed a teasing nature. it’s one of the reasons he adored you. he always indulged in your jests, delighting in your efforts to provoke a laugh from him.
though, you’d certainly outdone yourself on this night.
the act of anyone besides the king sitting on the throne was highly inappropriate, borderline treasonous.
following his brothers tragic accident, aemond had accepted role as prince regent. he was quite taken with his newfound role as ruler of the realm. the power, the authority he so desperately craved was now in the palm of his hand.
though, such authority didn’t seem to extend to his lady wife.
“warming my seat for me, are you ābrazȳrys?,” (wife) he teased, a smile etched on his face as he admired you from the bottom of the steps.
“pay mind to how you address me, my lord,” your eyes filled with mischief.
you felt his eyes drink in your appearance and you briefly felt a bit sheepish under his scrutiny.
suddenly feeling too exposed, you attempted to subtely adjust his jacket to cover your legs, the action not going unnoticed by your lord husband.
“forgive me, your grace,” he played along, bowing his head as he stood at the foot of the iron throne.
you cleared your throat, determined to maintain your regal persona. “i required your presence immediately. you have committed grave offenses this evening which cannot go unpunished.”
the feeling of sitting atop the icy chair sent a chill up your spine. the heady sensation of claiming yourself on the most coveted seat in the realm clouded your mind.
i can see why he enjoys this, you mused to yourself.
“may I ask which crime I am to answer for, your holiness?” aemond cocked his head, barely containing his smirk.
his bold little wife never failed to keep him on his toes.
“you arrived quite tardy to supper. even more so, you failed to greet me with a proper kiss upon your arrival. tsk, I believe I could have your head for this my lord.”
you felt yourself become more submerged in your role, any trepidations for your actions long gone.
with a bolt of confidence, you held his gaze while you slowly uncrossed your legs, revealing your bare center to him.
his eyes darkened at the sight of you, he could practically smell your arousal from where he stood.
so this is how we’re playing tonight, aemond felt himself stiffen in his breeches as he ascended a step toward you.
you may have started this game, but you both knew he would finish it.
“i’m deeply sorry, your grace. allow me to beg forgiveness for my wrong doings. anything you require.” his mind swirled with thoughts of taking you, perching you on his lap and filling your womb with seed on the throne.
you reveled in the predatory, lustful gaze of your husband. the most powerful man in the seven kingdoms at your mercy. or so you thought.
“i suppose there is a way to repent your crimes,” you reached for the first button and began to slowly release them one by one, revealing your hardened buds poking through your slip.
you might have been worried of someone else entering, but the euphoria of witnessing the effect you had on your husband clouded your better judgement.
unfastening the remaining button, you stood gracefully and let the fabric pool at your feet.
you were no targaryen. however aemond knew the fiery blood of the dragon coursed through your veins. no other lady of the court would play this dangerous game, would speak to him with such boldness.
he craved to taste you. he craved to grab at your soft flesh and indulge in the nectar between your legs.
the coolness of the metal seeped though your thin nightgown as you reclaimed your spot on the throne. your legs spread just wide enough you knew he could see the wetness seeping from your core.
daringly, your fingers floated down to your center. you began to rub circles on your clit, your lips parted as arousal fueled your fingers to continue.
he knew what you wanted, and was more than happy to oblige.
slowly and methodically, aemond approached you. meeting his lustful gaze, you watched as he lowered himself to his knees in front of you.
“may I, your grace?” he whispered, you could do nothing but nod as his fingers slowly ran up your exposed leg. his touch searing into your skin, you unconsciously spread your legs wider.
large hands roughly gripped the back of your knees, a low growl was all you heard before he dragged his warm, wet muscle through your dripping folds.
“gods,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt more arousal drip from your center and onto his devilish tongue.
“fuck you taste heavenly,” he drawled, suckling at your entrance, you gasped.
he set an unforgiving rhythm devouring your cunt.
lost in the throes of pleasure, your hands found purchase in his silver strands, tugging desperately whenever he applied pressure to your pearl.
if you weren’t disoriented by the assault on your cunny, you may have reddened at how quickly you could feel the coil in your belly about to snap.
“p-please my love. i’m close,” you begged, long forgetting the domineering facade you fabricated earlier.
fuck, you sound so pretty when you beg, his member hardened painfully watching your eyes fill with tears.
only sparing a moment away from your cunt, he commanded, “such a good girl for asking. go on, make a mess for me.”
with a final flick of his tongue, you cried out as you came undone. your body spasmed as the waves of your peak flowed through you.
soon, your body went limp and were close to falling back onto the swords behind you before you were scooped up by your husband.
draping his jacket over your frame, he quickly brought you to your shared chambers, making sure no eyes were present in the corridors.
lowering your body onto the bed, you were instantly met with fluffy blankets and you sighed in content.
expecting your husband to join you, you opened your eyes only to find him completely bare, looming over the bed. seeing him in all of his glory always seemed to stir something within you.
“i hope I am forgiven for my misdeeds from earlier?” you nodded.
he grinned and looked down to trace the patterns on the bed sheet, “do you think we are through, little wife? you didn’t think I would punish you for that little stunt you pulled?”
he grabbed your ankle and swiftly dragged you to the foot of the bed.
stunned by his sudden roughness, words escaped you as he grasped you by the chin and whispered “va ry izula, sir.”
(on all fours,now)
another mind dump of aemond, surprise surprise ;)
- alice
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The type of characters you’d play in films
— based on your moon
Actors Moon Placements:
The Moon in astrology is associated with emotions and emotional responses. It can show how your emotions come off. For this reason its closely associated with acting of course there are other planets that could come into play when discussing your acting style but I find the Moon to be most common in showing what characters and actor typically plays
Examples:
These are some western and sidereal examples
• Adam Sandler — Known for playing a lot of funny characters in comedy films. His Moon is in the sign Gemini in his Sidereal chart which is one of the signs most closely associated with comedy
• Tom Holland — Most known for playing the superhero Spiderman has a Scorpio Moon in his sidereal chart. Scorpio and Aries placements are commonly found in the charts of people who play superhero’s most likely because Mars and Pluto can be associated with crime/fighting. Also Robert Downey Jr, Scarlett Johansson, Chris Evans, Benedict Cumberpatch, etc have either their western or sidereal Moon in the signs Aries/Scorpio
• Penn Badgley — One of his most popular characters is Joe Goldberg in “YOU” who is a serial killer and stalker. Penn has a Scorpio Moon which is the sign ruled by Pluto the planet associated with things like stalking and death
• Jeremy Allen White — Plays aggressive characters really well such as Lip Gallagher in Shameless and Carmy in The Bear. He has an Aries Moon. Aries is ruled by Mars the planet associated with anger and aggression
• Emmy Rossum — Her most popular character was Fiona in Shameless who is a very broken character that has lots of daddy/mommy issues and must take on the responsibility of raising her siblings. Emmy has a Capricorn Moon which is why she plays this character so incredibly well
• Alexa Demie — Most famous for her character Maddy in Euphoria where she was Nate’s love interest. She has a Libra Moon which is the sign associated with romance since it’s ruled by Venus. Maddy is also big on fashion which Venus also is associated with. In Sidereal she’s a Virgo Moon which also aligns with the character as Maddy is very sassy
• Leonardo Dicaprio & Kate Winslet — Their most famous role was in the movie “Titanic” which is a romance film. They both have a Libra Moon, once again, ruled by Venus the planet of love
• Sarah Jessica Parker — Most known for her role in the show “Sex and the city”. Her Moon is in the 8th house which is the house of sex meaning she does well in more sexual roles
• Reese Witherspoon — One of her biggest roles was in Legally Blonde where she plays a regular college girl who aspires and is working to be a lawyer. She’s a Capricorn Moon in western which is the sign associated with your career/work and in sidereal she’s a Sagittarius Moon which is the sign associated with law (other than Libra) as it’s ruled by Jupiter the planet that represents justice
The best type of characters for you to play:
I recommend checking both your western and sidereal moon as I’ve seen both have accuracy
(1h/Aries Moon) They do best in films involving action, crime, or films involving war. They could do well playing characters that are a superhero, sexual character, athletic character, aggressive character, fighter, villain, and you could also do well in adventure films too.
(2h/Taurus Moon) They do best in romance or musical films. They could do well playing a character that is someone’s love interest, a chef/baker/cook, stubborn, determined, or that’s wealthy and materialistic.
(3h/Gemini Moon) They do best in comedy films. They could do well playing funny characters, a fraternal twin, a character that’s gossipy such as regina george, a character that’s popular on the internet, a character that’s crazy, a character in school, and characters that are neighbors to the main character.
(4h/Cancer Moon) They do best in family films or emotional films. They could do well playing soft, sensitive, caring, be a child star, a chef, be a mother, and roles literally involving lunar topics in some way such as Robert Pattinson who plays in Twilight. Twilight itself involves the Moon/Sun.
(5h/Leo Moon) They do best in thrillers, dramas, or romance films. They do very well as main characters or as characters that are sassy, as child-like characters such as Tom Hanks voicing in Toy Story, a famous character, sometimes as superheroes, and possibly flirtatious characters. They also tend to play gay characters sometimes like Cameron Monaghan and Noel Fisher for example.
(6h/Virgo Moon) They do best in dramas, comedy, or medical films and shows. They play very analytical and funny judgmental characters well or sarcastic ones. Sometimes even awkward characters suit them well like Jonah Hill in Superbad for example.
(7h/Libra Moon) They do best in romance, musical films, or even sometimes in Disney films such as Halle Bailey. They often do well playing romantic, charming, attractive, and artistic characters. Sometimes their character could be involved with law in some way such as a lawyer.
(8h/Scorpio Moon) They do best in action, crime, mystery, or horror films. They play dark characters really well, scary characters, murderers, and brave/ambitious characters good as well. They could even play good surgeons.
(9h/Sagittarius Moon) They do best in comedy, adventure and sometimes superhero films. A character that’s positive, humorous, blunt, seeking justice for others, or is in school would suit them well.
(10h/Capricorn Moon) They do best in historical films or films with sarcastic/dark humor. As sad as it sounds they play broken characters really well. I notice a lot of people with this placement play characters that have daddy/family issues as well. If not broken they can play hardworking characters or business men/women really well.
(11h/Aquarius Moon) They do best in sci-fi, supernatural, or just very unique films in general. Characters such as Neo in The Matrix played by Keanu Reeves, characters that are a bit of an oddball/weird, and characters that are the life of the party/party animals such as most of James Franco’s characters.
(12h/Pisces Moon) They do best in fiction or fantasy films. A character that’s a princess/ethereal, not human, musically talented, artistically talented, characters pretending to be something they’re not, and as characters that have a lot of secrets.
Note:
I do think sometimes the Sun can be more accurate with this as well since it’s related to self expression, drama, talent, and spotlight. Make sure to check your Sun placement as well
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if you’re writing , pls do konig x reader and the reader is a cry baby
Cry baby as in like sexually?? i got you
König is horrible at teasing you, frankly because he gives in himself. Never has he slapped the tip along your folds, or made you grind on him to ruffle your own mental—but today, he has brought you to your breaking point. all you’ve wanted all day was him.
He finally returns to you, and the first thing you did was hug him around the neck. Both your legs swung up to the top of his hips so he could carry you away. Once ridden of the day and full to his stomach, König finds you in the bedroom in all your needy glory, pleading for him but unwilling to disturb his peace or alone time after the day’s mission.
He teased like never before. Even going as far to play with your dripping pussy with his big fingers, dipping it into the wetness and rolling it around your clit. You don’t know what made you this way, and you were excited at just the thought of your mysterious hunk of a man coming home to you.
But not this. You begged and waited (impatiently) for his gratitude. He flattened his tongue so you could grind on the warm sensation, but with each hand under your knee on display for him, it literally wasn’t possible to move because of his strength. At this point you were so frustrated you probably could cry.
“Kö please, what did I do? I w-won’t do it again I swear,” you attempt, asking for forgiveness at you don’t even know what. Truthfully you hadn’t done anything wrong, but even after given colonel position, you’re still the only one he feels genuinely in charge of like this. He never thought he cared until the high he got from hearing you whine for him came along. You don’t want anyone else. Just him.
On that thought, once he inserted himself, his pace was unbelievably slow. König never prided himself on his self-control but he knew his size, and had he went any faster you would’ve came on the spot.
“‘m sorry, faster please,” you tried again. “I’ve been waiting for you all day!” Already on the verge of tears as your nails dig crescents into his muscled back, when he finally gives you what you want, you lose your mind.
Nothing was slow. Almost a signification of flipping the switch, he throws you over to your stomach effortlessly. He spreads your legs and brings you to your elbows with your ass in the air, then splits you open. It doesn’t take long before your hips start to bruise.
“Wait wait-“ König hears faintly, but he knows that’s far from what you want. He was correct because you cum immediately after. He feeds off the sight of your ass bouncing and rippling off him. His only responses are grunts.
“It’s what you wanted right,” his accent still thick and releasing words he wouldn’t even think of saying regularly, “you waited all day for this?”
Now deep in you and the ecstasy, it’s like you’ve switched roles. He technically was edging himself too. He was rock hard and heavy through his pants, all at your pretty voice and begs.
Soon apologies start flying out of his mouth, you being almost too lost in the euphoria to hear them at all. “Liebling, you feel so good-I’m not sure if I can stop now.”
“Kö you’re gonna-“ is all that comes out in your short breaths.
He replies, “I won’t, I won’t liebe,” as if he knows what you’re going to say, even though he doesn’t. He’s not thinking about much right now. As if to make what you were going to say worse, he lifts your shoulders and grabs your breasts to hold you up and crane you back, your hair falling between the two of you and your head to his neck.
The new position calls for a different spot inside of you and he’s lucky he hasn’t short circuited.
“…break me…half,” is all he heard. He’s too lost at your slick cunt gripping him tight, to hear the sniffles. He does look down though, and spots a tear about to fall down the path of the others. The only reason it doesn’t is because you’re basically upside down.
“I’m sorry,” is all he can say, and despite how sweet he is, it doesn’t sound genuine. Especially not after his hips chase into your entrance like it’s heaven.
“König, cum, again,” you choke out beside a sob, but König is in too much pleasure to feel bad.
“Huh,” he questions. It doesn’t come out as such; more like he’s physically present but isn’t actually asking.
“I’m cumming,” you repeat, and not long after do you hiccup.
There’s a second of silence, then, “I know,” he glances down in pity and bliss. “Your smile is hard to beat but this is far better.”
He never thought he’d like to see you cry, which he doesn’t, but sexually seems to be a different story. They were steaming now, just before your eyes squeezed shut.
“Oh my god,” you whimper, and tighten around him, eliciting a deep groan.
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For an essay I am working on:
"trans" here includes anyone, binary, nonbinary, intersex, etc. who uses the trans label or feels aligned with the community.
For those who are not trans, even if you do not take the survey a SIGNAL BOOST/REBLOG would be appreciated.
Also, I understand that there might be multiple items on this list that apply, but try to pick the one you feel the strongest.
LASTLY, I feel as though all of these reasons for identifying as trans are incredibly valid. THERE IS NO BAD REASON FOR BEING TRANS.
Accompanying survey on pronouns here
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what kinks do you think Paige has 🙏
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oh anon i’m so glad you asked.
I think more than anything she has a huge (huge) praise kink. Obviously it’s shown in what she says to you, but hearing you praise her was a completely different story. She’d like it when you tell her how good it feels when she fucks you, how you love the way she kisses you. Even when you’re topping her, telling her how pretty she is, or how much of a good girl she’s being. That one is her favorite.
Daddy kink for sure. I genuinely cannot get the thought of that Daddy Paige cake out of my mind. She’d love hearing you say it while you beg, responding to you cries of please please please with “what’s my name?” Or when the sex is rougher than usual, when she’s breaking you apart with her strap and nearly manhandling you, the sheer dominance she feels when you call her daddy alone is enough to make her cum. She’s freaky like that I believe it.
Maybe it’s just because I write her like this but overstimulation? YEAH. She loves doing it to you for sure, making you cum over and over and over again just to prove she can; but there is another level of dominance that she loves in watching you go from her overconfident vocal partner to a a silenced little play thing for herself only. Then when she’s on the receiving end? I think she’d love the complete feeling of euphoria every time. Maybe after physical game or on a night where she just wants to be felt on, and you just push her to that edge repeatedly until you’ve deemed that she can’t take anymore. Sure she loves having that power over you but when those roles are reversed it’s almost even better.
Spit kink and please just hear me out! Thinking about your tongue between her legs, eating her out until your jaw is sore and she’s cumming in your mouth with ragged breaths and the occasional moan of your name. To have you lean up, and spit it onto her tongue? Or riding her strap— which I believe to be one of her favorite positions (we can get into that another time)— and the constant pressure of your bouncing on her cock, against her clit is becoming blinding. Your hand gently grips her face, instructing her to open her mouth just slightly so a hot glob of your spit lands perfectly on her tongue for her to swallow. PLEASE!
Let me stop it’s too early in the morning for this but I can (and will eventually) continue 🙂↕️
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