#that make T work well to masculinize me

[tkbrokkoli]

:v

[the-casbah-way]

i never ever cry in front of anyone ever but there was this boy i was OBSESSED with in primary school when i was like seven years old because he was the fastest boy in the class and he had cool spiky hair and i always thought it was a crush until i came out and realised it was gender envy of some form and today my friend out of the blue told me that i look like him and we looked at his instagram together and i actually do. i look almost exactly like him. and i cried like an absolute wanker because i’ve been so miserable my whole life being perceived entirely the wrong way and i went home today and looked at myself and realised i look like the boy i always wanted to be when i was a kid. and whenever i feel bad about myself i get to remind myself that i look like him so i shouldn’t feel bad because back then i couldn’t have ever dreamed of getting to look like this. and t will only make it better and even though the idea of starting it is still so scary to me i keep having moments like this that make me realise how good it’s going to be even if some of it will suck. i always focus on all of the ways my transition has gone and will go wrong and i forget that it’s going to go right in a lot of ways too

[777rare]

SOLAR RETURN OBSERVATIONS PT. 2

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

•Jupiter in Gemini = being spoken about a lot this year. Many people gossiping about you. You can also speak to a lot of people this year.

•Mars in the 11th house = having friends who are either men or are very masculine in nature. You can even get into a lot of arguments with your friends this year and even your elder sibling. Also feeling confined or uncomfortable with the people you hang out with.

•Actually, Vertex in the Solar Return Chart should be seen by the previous year SRC. For example to check out the significant events in my life this year (2025) I will have to see where my vertex is placed in the 2024 SRC.

Examples:

•Suppose my Vertex sat in the 9th house in my 2024 SRC, then I will be travelling more in the year 2025.

•Suppose I have Vertex sitting in the 7th house in my 2024 SRC, then I will fall in love with someone in the year 2025.

•Suppose I have Vertex in the 3rd/11th house in my 2024 SRC, then I will make new friends or there will be significant events pertaining social groups and friendship circle in the year 2025.

•Suppose my Vertex sat in the 10th house in my 2024 SRC, then there will be significant events pertaining your public image, your appearance, your job opportunities, etc in 2025.

•if Vertex is in the 6th house in 2024 SRC, then I will focus more on my health, I can have significant events take place in my workplace and with acquaintances. Also maybe even adopting a pet in 2025.

•Jupiter in the 10th house = You will be paid a lot of attention to in the public eye. It doesn't have to just be where you study or work, even while you're walking in the streets, people will stare, it's like all the eyes are on you. Why? This is because of the radiant energy you vibrate this year, it's very divine and pure, one full of life. That's why people feel quite drawn to your energy and appearance, thus keeping their eye on you. If you do involve in public events and social settings then you will be quite popular and eye catching. It is not just the people who know you, who find you so alluring, even the people who see you for the first time in their life feel so drawn towards you. You have this powerful presence this year that makes people bow down to you (doesn't have to be literally😂)

•I have observed that wherever Mars sits, you tend to feel very uneasy or uncomfortable there throughout the year, especially with the male gender, even if nothing bad may be happening. Like when I had Mars in the 4rth house in 2022, I was so so uncomfortable around my family members, especially my brother. I and my brother have been close growing up so that year made me so confused as to why was I so uncomfortable around him? I even had terrible fights with my family that year. Also when I had my Mars sitting in the 9th house in 2024, I got very uncomfortable around most of my teachers and I was so guarded when I was with my Dad and my teachers.

•The 12th house when occupied in the SRC can already give you a hint that you will be going through a lot of losses and pain that year. The planets occupying the house show how you retreat and think of these losses and painful endings. Ex: I had moon, uranus and Jupiter in my 12th house last year, and damn, that year was terribly painful (not tryna scare anyone, just giving you a heads up), and how I reacted showed with these planets. I reacted more to this pain than I usually do and became very wreckless (uranus) like fighting with anyone I know and destroying the peace of those around me as well as my own and i had terrible mood swings and kept crying when I was alone but no one knew (moon), I also tried to use philosophy to make myself feel better. I tried to learn from it and take more guidance from the universe. This year I also got a lot of prophetic dreams (normally I do cuz of my uranus in the 12th but this year it was more prominent) that came to life. It was actually prophetic nightmares lol.

This applies even for the 8th house, but the difference is you lose things with the 12th house placements not knowing if it will ever come back because it may and when it comes to the 8th house a lot of pain with experiences and connections transform you, you face a rebirth and a lot of things die (not literally, I mean end...the one where there is no coming back).

ZODIAC AND ITS IMPACT ON THE HOUSES:

•Where ♈ is, is where you are brave, come first, are energetic and self-oriented.

•Where ♉ is, is where you are very stingy or what you are possessive of, sensual, comfortable and dependable.

•Where ♊ is, is where you are fluent, curious, clever, seen as charming and communicate a lot of very talkative.

•Where ♋ is, is where you will get pampered a lot, nurtured and protected or what/who you protect.

•Where ♌ is, is where you will have a lot of focus on you, where you tend to get creative, are adventurous, generous, have exciting experiences, and take risks (can also show who you take risks for)

•Where ♍ is, is where you try to be of service, where you are sceptical, doubtful and have to work to be accepted.

•Where ♎ is, is where you are cooperative, diplomatic, keep trying to find a balance, and are even competitive.

•Where ♏ is, where you feel compulsive or obliged to take care of, what you get more into, experience a lot of intensity, where you keep secrets, what areas of your life you keep secrets about.

•Where ♐ is, is where you are more optimistic, crazy, fun, adventurous, and are liked by everyone. Also where you expand to new horizons.

•Where ♑ is, is where you are very serious, responsible, formal and even choosy.

•Where ♒ is, is where you are quite the rebel, are independent, think a lot about in terms of the future, and where you are truly you.

•Where ♓ is, is where you are compassionate, sensitive, merciful, what you dream of a lot, and possibly even wishes pertaining that area come true if you just dream about it.

Thankyou for going through my post once again, I really appreciate it😊

I hope you all have a good day ahead! Bye for now!💖

[tboymoon]

get me pregnant so i can be in denial about the baby inside me.

it starts with me saying “oh its no big deal you came inside me i’m on testosterone i can’t get pregnant”. you laugh at me when i say it cause you know that’s not how it works and that with the way we’ve been fucking lately, theres no way i’m not with child.

i ignore the symptoms. i don’t get a period anymore so that does nothing to clue me in. the morning sickness? oh just a stomach bug or i ate something bad the night before. food cravings? i’m just stressed from work and life. i’m already tired and achey all the time so i don’t question it at all.

but you know. you know exactly whats happening to me. you secretly switched out my T once you realized what was happening. put me on estrogen supplements (you told me it was testosterone) to help the baby.

then the real fun starts. because of the estrogen and pregnancy, i start developing breasts again. my bump starts showing too. i don’t even notice! you start playing with my tits and showing so much attention to my belly during sex. it just feels so good that i can’t even feel dysphoric about having tits again. i start playing with them and rubbing my belly without paying attention even! too horny to even think further about the changes happening to me body.

you ask me to quit my job. i’d be much happier home where i can touch myself all day and take care of the house. i do it no questions ask. you know best after all. i’ve been blindly letting you make decisions about me for so long now. i even grew out my curly blonde hair and started dressing like a girl again. the first time i got she/her’d i came to you crying and you just held me and told me “well they aren’t wrong. have you looked in the mirror lately? such a pretty girl”. you started calling me your wife and picked a new girly name for me so you wouldn’t have to say my horrible masculine old name during sex. it became just another thing i associated with pleasure.

i didn’t clue into the pregnancy until i started lactating and the baby started kicking. at this point i’m so conditioned to being your housewife that i just accept my new role as a mommy. a tiny part of me in the back of my mind is screaming and crying, wondering how this could happen. but the real me knows that it was inevitable. i did this to myself but it’s ok cause i have you to guide me. i know this wont be the last time i’m full with child.

after all it’s my duty as your wife to give you all the babies you want.

[welikeimagines-andfandoms]

LOTR and Hobbit NSFW Headcanons part 3

Faramir

- Is more about love making then he is fucking

- but if you’re on top he turns into a panting and moaning mess

- Loves to worship your body

- Wants you to take charge and take care of him

- Praise this man and he will moan and keen like nothing else

- Kneeling before you

- He’s such a good boy!

- Just wants to be good and please his partner

- Hates pain play. Do not do it

- Isn’t opposed to his partner being a bit rough with him but no slapping or choking

- Compliments is his foreplay

- “You did so well at training, sweet boy. I want to reward you for being so strong and brave.”

- Kissing your calves while in missionary

- He doesn’t have to thank you but he likes to

- Missionary and cowgirl are his favourite

- Doesn’t really like doggy

- Unless he’s getting pegged/fucked

- “You’re taking me so well, Faramir.”

- If he’s with a male partner he likes receiving in doggy and having their hands run up and down his spine

- Bending over him to whisper praise in his ear while he gets fucked

Bilbo

- Like with most hobbits, Bilbo loves eating pussy

- Has a thing for eating out his partner under their dress

- Pulls down the top so your tits are out and then he crawls under the fabric of your dress/skirt

- Loves to eat out his partner in his garden

- Laying on the soft grass while Bilbo goes to town on you under your dress

- Wants his hair pulled so badly that he will grab your hand to put in his hair

- Time with the dwarves didn’t change his softness too much but a little bit of dwarf comes out when you ride him

- He has no time for your “I’m too heavy” nonsense! Get on top now!

- Is honestly pretty lighthearted in the bedroom

- There’s never really an awkward moment he can’t laugh off and bring you back into the mood

- Wants to constantly reassure you how good you’re doing and how good you make him feel

- “You did nothing wrong my love. Doing so well for me.”

- Sweet quiet moans with lots of gasps

- Can be a bit of a perv but in a wholesome way

- Always stares when you bend over and tries to look up your skirt when you reach for things

- Isn’t opposites to penetrative sex but it’s certainly not his favourite

- Likes when his lover plays with him sweetly by the fire

- Wants to take care of his partner and be taken care of in return

Eowyn

- Dominant 100%

- When she says ‘sit’ on her face she means ‘SIT’ not hover and apologise

- Will grab your hips so you’re probably sitting

- Seeing you all sweaty turns her on

- Post training sexy time

- Sex in the training room when no one’s there

- “You have to be quiet if you want me to taste you. Can’t have someone walking in on us, sweetheart.”

- Likes to feel strong and somewhat masculine in the bedroom so will give you soft nicknames

- How she is in the bedroom depends on her mood

- Rough and dominant after training or battle

- But sweet and soft on those lazy rainy days together where you can take your time with each other

- Likes the thrill of sneaky sex, seeing where she can do it and get away with it

- Stables, training grounds, kitchen, hallways

- She can get so focused on your pleasure she forgets about her own

- Tries to put on a front and act like she doesn’t but she becomes so soft when you make her cum

Elrond

- Body worship!

- Will take his time with his partner, worshipping and kissing every inch of them

- Doesn’t mean to overstimulate his partner but they just sound so pretty when they cum over and over again

- Fucking from behind against his desk

- Is down for most of what his partner is down for

- If you’re into dominant play stuff he’s more of a soft dom

- Is the dom who will say “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed”

- Not against a bit of oral cockwarming while he works

- “Good girl/boy. Such a sweet little thing for me.”

- Loves to praise you and focuses all his energy on your pleasure alone

- Will never stop telling you how well you’re doing or how wonderful you sound and feel

- “You take me so well, my darling.”

- Sex is a whole event for him, from foreplay to aftercare

- Honestly sort of hates quickies

- Eye contact is his favourite

- “Look at me, my love. I want to watch as you come undone for me.”

Tauriel

- Get ready to be thrown around!

- Will hold you down hard to stop you squirming

- Craves making her partner cum so much that she’s almost mean

- Rough in the bedroom but could gently make out with her partner for hours

- Soft and sweet touches with foreplay but rough with sex

- Is the softest, sweetest and most gentle person with aftercare

- Hard eye contact while she’s going down on you

- Likes to watch your reactions

- Playing with you while she watches your face intently

- Your sweet sounds make her smile

- Cheeky and likes to tease you in public

- Wants to grab at any part of you that she can

- Not really a boobs or butt woman, just loves your whole body

[ultravioletrayz]

WICKED WAYS (18+)

Pairing: soldier boy (ben) x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, degradation, a bit angsty i suppose, unprotected p in v, reverse cowgirl, regular riding, dom!ben, sub!reader, rough to soft(ish) sex, established relationship, slapping, some marking ig, cockwarming if you squint, soldier boy is a warning himself soooo

Summary: Ben realises that he needs to be gentler with you if he wants to keep you happy

A/N: first proper fanfic in a while, hope it was worth the wait!!

Word Count: 1.2k

When Ben had stalked over to you in the kitchen, wrapping his burly arms around your middle and absorbing the heat radiating off of your body, you had been pleasantly surprised. Soldier Boy is a harsh man. As vicious and vulgar as they come. With the way he was brought up, and the horrors he's endured, no one could blame him.

So, when this battle-scarred brute had gravitated towards you like a poor little pup, you couldn't help the warmth that bubbled in your chest. This was so unlike him.

"You okay?" You whisper, carefully chopping up the vegetables you're prepping for dinner. It's obvious the confusing state of your modern world is frustrating and exhausting for Ben to handle, so you're always conscious of the restricted distress brewing beneath his tough façade and rugged looks.

There's a constant need for him to be a vision of peak masculinity. No sharing feelings, no looking to his girl for comfort, no sitting around and wallowing in his pain. Even if he was upset, he'd try his damn best not to let your observant ass catch on.

"Why the fuck wouldn't I be? Thought you wanted me to start actin' all sappy n' shit." Ben grumbles, his trimmed beard scratching at your nape as he nips at your supple skin, diverting your empathetic qualms with a sloppy trail of fiery, throbbing little bites.

"Just tryna get in your fuckin' pants, woman." He adds, gentle hands becoming rougher and more demanding by the second as he grabs at your sleep shirt and tries to tug it up your hips.

You'd be lying if you denied the twinge of disappointment that settled in your gut. Ben has his rare moments of affection, so rare that you've come to wishfully crave them. This wasn't one of those mushy, blissful moments.

It was a different kind of blissful.

. • ☆ . °.•°:. *₊° .☆.

"Gotta go faster if you wanna get me off, pretty thing." Ben huffs condescendingly, grabbing a handful of your ass and slamming your hips all the way down on his lap, making your breath catch in your throat as a strangled whine trickles from your lips.

But it feels like all of your little, more or less distraught yelps are just echoing into the void, your eyes trying to focus on anything in the bedroom to keep yourself grounded. You make a feeble attempt at concentrating on making your ass grind down on the defined, pulsing vein decorating Ben's v-line, hands planted on his knees as you show off your arched back for his eager eyes, desperate to please him.

The minutes feel like they've turned to hours, which feel like they've turned to days, weeks, months. Your thighs are burning, your vision is fogged up as tears and sweat mingle on your cheeks. Your brows are knitted together in an agonising mix of hurt and pleasure. Your incessant, rhythmic bouncing stutters and slows as the loud, gooey squelching of your puffy cunt against the base of Ben's thick cock dwindles.

You can hear him tut behind you, rough palms quickly digging into the flesh of your hips as he holds you down on him, muscular legs flexing as he thrusts up into you.

"If I keep havin' to do all the work my damn self, might as well get a better bitch." Ben spits, delivering a swift slap to your plump cheek just to watch the flesh ripple for his own self-indulgent entertainment.

You try to grit your teeth and bear it, refusing to give Ben the satisfaction of seeing you break. You lean forward, arching your back and letting his cock prod deeper into your syrupy depths, whining as you remain perched and pretty atop him.

But it's all too much. Ben's grip on your aching flesh, the constant ramming of his swollen tip right against your cervix, the awful shit he's saying. It gets to you.

White-hot tears stream down your face as you stiffen, shoulders shuddering as you weep to yourself quietly. You think as long as Ben can't see your face, you can get this over with— have him cum inside, toss you off of him, and then you can have a well deserved nap.

Ben's not deaf, though. As soon as he hears those real, unsexy sniffles coming from his girl, his scrunched up, sweaty face drops.

"Fuck's sake." Ben scoffs, relaxing his grip and letting his hips lay flat on the bed. In a quick manoeuvre, he lifts you off of his cock, his past round of cum and your slick oozing down to his heavy balls as he flips you around and sits you on his cock again. You both groan as you sink back down to the hilt of him, spent walls fluttering and weeping around his girth as your hands find purchase on Ben's stomach.

His thumb rubs little apologetic circles against your stomach, while his other hand comes up to begrudgingly wipe your tears away.

"C'mon. Y'know I didn't mean that, alright? You're the only woman for me. So sexy, so fuckin' perfect. My girl." Ben sighs, green eyes staring up at your fucked-out, pouty face. Typically, a sight like this would get him going in a second, but seeing you so hurt and so vulnerable... it makes him feel queasy. No, guilty.

You can't help but lean into Ben's touch and nod in understanding, your body betraying your emotions once again. He may be rough around the edges, but you know he cares for you in his own way. A way he's shit at showing, but it's still embedded in his fortified heart.

"Let me make it up to you, baby. Show you some of that real lovin' you're busting my balls for, huh?" Ben chuckles, bucking his hips beneath you and making your body jolt, which earns him a quick smack on his bicep. His jaw clenches in response, his teeth grinding as he fights against the emotions swirling within him. He's never been good with expressing his feelings, but he knows he can't lose you over something like this. Not when you've shown him a side of himself he never knew existed.

"You're such an asshole." You laugh, leaning down to press a soft kiss on Ben's lips. An unusually gentle smile forms on his face as he looks up at you, and he immediately pulls you back down to kiss you deeper, passion fusing your tongues in an intimate, searing embrace as you rock your hips slowly.

Gripping your hips firmly, Ben starts to move again, this time slower and with more control. His thrusts are still hard and demanding, but they're also filled with a newfound appreciation for the woman above him. Your clit drags against Ben's pelvis, making you whine into the kiss as you cup his chiseled cheeks in your hands, while the head of his cock pecks that gummy spot in your core that has goosebumps pricking along your velvety skin.

Ben likes a rough fuck, he really does. But something about this moment makes him think about all the tenderness you two will share within the many years he plans on spending by your side.

The poor old sap can't wait.

the original thirst here

[myster-roca]

The Catfish Incident

"Thanks for the energy drink, man," Jake said, cracking open his can of blue energy soda as we ambled down the dimly lit hallway back to our apartments. The gym members' party had left us both hot and sweaty, and I thought a refreshing drink would be the perfect cap to our evening.

"Yeah, no problem, bro. You owe me one next time!" I replied, although I was thinking something else entirely as I watched him guzzle his beverage.

He was tall, about six feet three inches, with a toned physique that would make anyone envious. His hair, the color of wheat, was slicked back with some kind of product, and he wore a tank top that hugged his chest tightly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick arms. His shorts were tight enough to show off his wide hips and well-defined ass.

Standing beside him, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of insecurity. While I was reasonably fit and steadily working towards what I hoped would be my ideal body, Jake's presence ignited a deeper yearning within me. It wasn’t just about having muscular broad shoulders and a confident stride—it was about embodying that effortless aura of masculinity, the kind of identity that defines an alpha male.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot—I need to head back to my apartment now," Jake said abruptly. "I have a little rendezvous tonight," he added, flashing a smile.

"Sounds like a plan. What time is your date?" I asked casually, pausing beside him.

“About an hour from now, so I should probably hit the showers first. Gotta freshen up and work out these guns again,” he laughed. Then, without warning, he raised his left arm above his head and flexed his bicep, staring intently into my eyes. “It’s been too long since they’ve seen any action.”

I felt myself blush uncontrollably at his words, but luckily Jake didn't see it, and he continued heading down the hallway.

"See you tomorrow, Dave!" he called out over his shoulder before disappearing through his apartment door.

Little did he know, I was well aware of who he was meeting tonight.

As I stepped into my apartment, the familiar walls and furnishings offered no comfort to the restless longing stirring within me.

Each well-placed book and neatly aligned chair seemed to echo the structured, unyielding life I had sculpted for myself—a life of discipline as a respected professor, always mindful of reputation and societal expectations.

With a sigh, I removed my glasses and set them aside on the table. The lenses caught the fading light of the day, scattering beams that danced across the blandness of my living space, teasing me with glimpses of brightness in my otherwise predictable world.

This simple act felt like peeling away the layers of a persona crafted over years.

It felt symbolic, like I was discarding a part of myself that was too familiar, too constricted by old fears and inhibitions. Tonight was not a night for the timid David hidden behind those lenses; it was a night for someone entirely new.

I pulled off my tank top, feeling the cool air hit my bare skin, followed by the soft cotton of my white gym shorts. Finally, I slid down my underwear and tossed them aside. I felt incredibly vulnerable, standing there nude with no one else around.

Across the room, my gaze then shifted to the bed, where the realistic bodysuit of a Latino model lay outstretched. The room lighting cast a bright hue over its meticulously detailed surface, accentuating each muscular contour and shadow, making it look almost alive. It wasn’t just a garment; it was a gateway to another existence.

As soon as I saw it, I couldn’t resist touching its smooth skin. I ran my fingers over its chest and arms, feeling the softness of its skin. Then I slid my hands down to its waist and squeezed its firm butt cheeks. It even had a built-in penis that was larger than my own, which gave me a sense of excitement.

"Alright," I muttered under my breath, "let’s get started."

I could feel my dick twitch as I reached down and grabbed hold of the slit at the back of the bodysuit. The suit itself was made of a special material that allowed for easy movement and flexibility. Slowly, I began pulling the two sides apart so that there would be enough room for me to get inside.

As I sat down in the chair, I began sliding my right leg into one of the muscular legs. They were tight but not uncomfortable. As I pulled them up over my thigh, I could feel the skin stretching slightly as it moved up my leg. This was going to be so fucking hot!

I continued moving my left leg into the second leg until both feet were on the ground. Next, I positioned my shaft to the built-in dick and slid my arms into the sleeves. My biceps bulged with each movement.

Standing up, I took a few steps forward, feeling the incredible strength of my legs against my skin. I flexed my arm, watching the veins pulsate under the surface. I couldn’t help but smile at my new, sexy body.

Finally, I put on the built-in mask that resembled the handsome face of a Latino model.

As I slid it over my head, I felt the soft material conform to the contours of my face.

Once the mask was fully secured, the ’Heddon’ app on my phone opened up.

In order for the bodysuit to work properly, it needed to be activated. I selected “Start Sealing” and watched as the screen filled with images of the process.

Suddenly, there was a click, and the suit began to seal shut around me. I felt the muscles of my legs begin to tingle as they fused with the suit.

My thighs and calves became more defined as the skin tightened around them. The same sensation spread across my chest and shoulders, making them bulge outward. My arms seemed to grow larger as the suit conformed to my muscles.

Within seconds, the transformation was complete, and the suit fully integrated with my body, leaving no trace of its presence. It was as if I had become one with this sexy, lifelike skin.

With a grin, I stepped towards the mirror, admiring my reflection. The face staring back at me was that of a young, fit Hispanic man with broad shoulders and narrow hips.

“Welcome back,” I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror at my new reflection. “Diego.”

My jawline was strong and defined, giving me a masculine appearance. I flexed my biceps, showing off the definition in my arms.

I ran my hands over my hard chest, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. Then, I squeezed my pecs, enjoying the way they rippled beneath my touch.

I let my hands travel down to the bulge between my legs, squeezing it gently. My cock throbbed with excitement as I imagined what it would feel like to fuck someone with this body.

I picked up my phone, opened a dating app and messaged Jake using the Diego profile. We’d chatted a little bit on the app a few weeks earlier, and he seemed really interested in meeting up.

“Hey sexy,” I typed into the chat window. “Want to see some pics?”

“Sure thing, stud,” Jake responded. “Whatcha got?”

I smiled as I sent him a couple of pictures of myself wearing different leather and latex outfits.

“That’s hot,” Jake wrote. “Do you think you can do something even hotter tonight?”

I grinned as I typed back, “Of course, baby. Anything for you.”

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A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a Reddit thread mentioning "Heddon: House of Transformation" — a service offering realistic bodysuits that promised an entirely new level of personal transformation. Intrigued yet skeptical, I clicked through.

The website was adorned with glossy images of transformations and detailed testimonials from users who spoke of life-altering experiences. Video demos showcased the suits’ incredible realism and functionality, portraying seamless transitions from person to suit.

Admittedly, the site and service were new, which did little to alleviate my skepticism. However, a promotional offer for first-time users—a significant discount on their first order—was enough to tip the scales.

Despite my initial doubts and the nagging thought that it could all be an elaborate scam, I decided to take the plunge with some disposable income I’ve set aside.

I ordered a customized bodysuit modeled after a muscular Latino—a physique and persona so starkly different from my own that it felt like it could only exist in fantasies.

When the package arrived, it included not just the bodysuit but also detailed instructions for using the accompanying "Heddon: House of Transformation" app.

The app, once downloaded, allowed me to control the bodysuit’s features, including the crucial sealing process which would integrate the suit seamlessly with my own body.

When I first donned my new Diego bodysuit a few nights ago, I created a fake profile on the dating app and got tons of messages but one message caught my attention— it was my gym buddy Jake.

“Hi there! You’re so hot and cute!” he wrote.

“Thank you! You’re pretty handsome yourself,” I responded.

We chatted for a bit, discussing our hobbies and interests. I told him that I was looking for someone to share my fetishes with, and that I loved wearing latex.

He responded quickly, saying that he was also interested in exploring his kinks and that he loved wearing leather and latex. Before long, we were messaging each other every night, sharing our deepest desires and fantasies.

A few days later, Jake asked me if I would be willing to come over to his apartment and have some fun. I agreed, excited to finally meet him in person.

“I’m so glad you’re coming over,” he wrote back. “I’ve been dying to meet you in person.”

“Me too,” I replied. “I can’t wait to see you.”

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Now, here I am, standing outside Jake’s apartment door, feeling nervous and excited all at once. I knocked on Jake's door and soon heard the sound of footsteps approaching. The door swung open, revealing Jake standing there in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

Diego! Come in!” he says, grinning at me. I follow him into the apartment, and he shuts the door behind us.

Jake leans against the door, studying my body. “Wow, you look amazing,” he says. “I never imagined you would actually look like this.”

“Thanks. It feels good to finally be able to meet you in person,” I reply. Jake smiles and directs me toward the living room. I remove my jacket, revealing my tight black muscle shirt and latex pants.

Jake’s eyes widen, and he lets out a low groan. “Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he says, running his hands along my chest. His hand then slides down my chest and over my crotch. “And you’re hard.”

“I am,” I whisper. “You make me feel so horny.”

We sit down on the couch, and Jake pours us some drinks. “So, tell me more about yourself,” he says. “What kind of stuff do you like doing?”

“Well, I love wearing leather and latex,” I say. “And I love playing different characters. Sometimes I dress up as a superhero, sometimes as a villain. It really depends on my mood.”

“That’s cool,” Jake says. “Me too. I love wearing my costumes, especially when I’m out with friends. It helps me let loose and have fun.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I say. “Sometimes it’s hard to be yourself when you’re around other people, but when you’re in your costume, you can let go and be whoever you want to be.”

“Exactly,” Jake says, smiling. “It’s like a whole new world opens up when you put on a costume.”

Jake leans closer, his eyes locked on mine. “And sometimes, they bring us closer to our true selves than we ever thought possible. Maybe because we feel safe behind the mask, we can express our true feelings.”

The air between us charges with an unspoken understanding. I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my chest. “Have you ever felt that way? Like you’ve discovered something real about yourself through a character?”

Jake nods slowly, his gaze intensifying. “More often than you might think. Sometimes, it’s only when I'm someone else that I can express what I really feel... what I really want.”

I watch as he removes his towel, revealing his hard cock. I gasp in pleasure as he strokes himself slowly, looking straight into my eyes. The moment hangs heavy between us, laden with unvoiced desires.

Then, impulsively, Jake closes the distance, his lips meeting mine in a passionate kiss that feels like the culmination of our shared revelations. Our tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths, as I moan softly and my fingers thread through Jake's soft hair.

Jake breaks away from our fervent kiss, leaving me breathless and longing for more. With a sultry grin, he stands up and begins to undress me, one piece at a time.

My excitement grows as he pulls my tight latex shirt over my head, exposing my toned chest and chiseled abs. He trails his fingers down my torso, sending delicious tingles through my entire body.

As Jake continues to undress me, his touch becomes increasingly intimate and sensual. He caresses my skin, grazing his fingertips along my shoulders, arms, and sides. I lean into his touch, letting the warmth of his hands linger on my skin.

Finally, Jake reaches my pants and skillfully slips them down my legs, revealing my matching black briefs. He pauses for a moment, admiring the sight of me in my underwear, before slowly removing them as well. Standing before him completely naked, I feel exposed yet empowered by his admiration.

Jake's eyes sparkle with lust as he looks me up and down. "You're beautiful," he whispers, his voice thick with desire.

My heart races as he bends down to press his lips against my chest, trailing kisses down to my abdomen. His hands explore my body, massaging my muscles and stroking my skin. I close my eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure that wash over me.

Just as I start to drift into blissful oblivion, Jake abruptly stops. I open my eyes to find him looking intently into my eyes, a small smile playing on his lips.

"What's wrong?" I ask, confused by the sudden pause.

"Come with me," he murmurs. "I have something I want to show you. It’s my private collection."

He then gestured to a door at the end of the hall. My heart pounded in my chest as I followed him into the room.

Entering, I gasped in surprise at the sight. Scattered all over the room were several realistic bodysuits, each one more impressive than the last.

While pretending to be amazed, I wondered if Jake realized I was wearing a fake body.

Jake grinned. "My job has its perks," he explained. "I'm a beta tester for 'Heddon', so I get access to their entire collection."

"This is amazing," I remarked, feigning ignorance. My hands ran over one of the suits. "What are these things and how do they work?"

"Don't pretend you don't know," Jake chuckled. "You may think you're fooling me, but you aren't."

He was right. Staring at him in disbelief, I asked, "What?... what do you mean?"

"It's not a secret," Jake replied. "These suits have a distinct smell, and I've gotten used to it. I know when someone is wearing one."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't deny it any longer. "Okay, fine," I admitted. "You caught me. But please, don't tell anyone else. This is just between us."

"Of course," Jake nodded. "I understand."

He reached out and touched the side of my fake face. "I don't care who you are or what you're doing. I like the idea of someone else being able to take on a new identity for a while."

"Thank you," I said, smiling. "But seriously, why are you showing me all of these suits?"

Jake shrugged. "Since you're wearing one, I thought of wearing one as well," he suggested. "Maybe we can have a little role-play fun."

He then picked up a bodysuit that resembled a tanned male model with long hair. "Do you think this fits the bill?" he asked, holding it up.

I smirked and touched the bodysuit Jake had chosen. "Let's find out, shall we?"

[tiamathh]

Your Next Friendship <3

Note: it's been a while, this is a repost but I have the same audience I had like 4 years ago so bear with me, new pac being worked on love you stay hydrated stay healthy muah <33 like and rb if you can!

Do not plagiarise, reword, steal, repost my work!

✧ Masterlist

Pile 1

Oh, this is cute, this will be a very new beginning for both parties!! There will be a lot of innocence here, it's playful and will help heal your inner child. This person may even help you feel freer, you could help them back by making them be more careful and grounded with their decisions. You may be manifesting this friendship!! It will definitely be some sort of wish fulfilment for you. They would be someone who's really accomplished and successful in whatever they do, they could have Aries or Capricorn in their chart as well. They'll teach you how to be more confident and open to accepting love and affection. Your relationship dynamic is very given and take, however you may find yourself too absorbed in this friendship at one point where you could miss out on meeting new people and making more friends, so beware of that.

Ah there's so much cheerful and extroverted energy here! The person coming in is definitely a people person, they may love socialising and something about their laugh will stand out, they could like accessorising as well. They're someone who looks towards the brighter side of life, but they may have problems with facing negative emotions, which could lead to toxic positivity to a certain extent. They may also like spoiling their loved ones with gifts, you may work on a project together as well.

Keywords: close, build, seeking answers, paying attention, curiosity, money, status, complacency, love you as a friend, anger, define, allowed, everything, dreams, smooth, why? Far away

Song: Manta Rays - Chloe Moriondo

Pile 2

Ah, okay so this person is probably someone who is mysterious and can come off as deceptive at times. The kind of person you may think is shady or brooding, someone who could be a little more pessimistic. They could be struggling with their mental health and could get stuck in their own head quite a bit, and may have issues with feelings of inadequacy. This friendship may be more for them and less for you, it's giving karmic relationship where you'll help heal them and they'll teach you important lessons. They could be extremely wise beyond their years, but they could have trouble expressing it in a way that doesn't come off as slightly argumentative.

However, your relationship dynamic would be very sweet and promote a lot of growth for the both of you. They may teach you how to stand up for yourself more and take a more realistic approach, maybe you're someone who is more idealistic, they'll help ground you whereas you can teach them how to take it easy and not be very hard on themselves. This would be a very strong bond, they may be someone who believe actions speak louder than words and their love language could be acts of service and physical touch, they would be the kind to ensure your comfort over anything else and could remember small details about you.

Keywords: angry, forgive, camp, dirty shoes, first choice, night conversations, strangers, doubts, imagine, almonds, loneliest, accept myself, worship, passion, devotion, planning.

Song: Wish on the same sky - Monsta X

Pile 3

Oh, this could be someone who you could meet either while travelling or online. They may be different than you in terms of your ideologies, ethnicity, country, etc. They could also be someone who has different ideologies from you and could teach you how to look at things from different perspectives especially if you're more stubborn and set in your own ways. There could be some argumentative energy here, initially there could be a bit of conflict however the both of you will bring balance into each other's lives. They may teach you how to balance your masculine and feminine energies and make them work together rather than focusing on one at a time.

This could prove to be a perfect partnership, probably a long-term friendship as well, this person will be charming and fearless, they could be someone who thinks about consequences after an action been completed, a bit impulsive but it works for them either way. You could think they're really lucky and generous, something about their hair would stand out as well, they could attract big crowds too. Your dynamic would rely a lot on words and communication, maybe you text more than call but they would be big on words of affirmation, the kind to stop you from continuing negative self-talk (if you do talk negatively about yourself).

Keywords: power, universe at play, timing, patience, repression, hunger, senses, hands, drink, forever, exploring, learning, protection, in love, believe, trying, dream girl, boring clothes.

Song: Suburban Wonderland - BETWEEN FRIENDS

[butchantler]

Agatha Harkness x Transmasc! Reader

NSFW Headcanons

This is purely self indulgent, no one but me asked for this. TERFS and minors DNI!!!!!!!!! Don't like, don't read.

Keep in mind, this has not been edited whatsoever. This was made through pure horniness.

Content: AFAB body, use of he/him and masculine terms of endearment for reader ( good boy, puppy, baby boy, etc), t-dick and boypussy :3, mommy kink, possessive! Agatha, praise kink, degradation kink, semi-public sex, enchanted strap-on, collaring, and implied age gap.

~ Agatha is 100% the dom in this relationship. Even when she is on the bottom, she is topping. Like she is holding you tightly by your leash while you fuck your strap into her from behind

" Such a good boy for me..." Agatha moans, tugging on the leash attached to your collar to quicken your pace, "You're fucking mommy so well, baby..."

~ Speaking of strap, she definitely enchants it for you so you can feel her walls tightening around your dick. She knows it helps ease your bottom dysphoria.

~ She also definitely uses her enchanted on you, aching to feel your boypussy squirt all over her cock.

" God, you are so desperate for me.... moaning like a bitch in heat while you ride mommy's cock..." She thrusts roughly into your abused and leaking hole, " and you feel so good for me, baby... like this cunt was made for me to fuck.."

~ She teases the hell out of you by subtly rubbing your t-dick through your jeans, getting off on the power you give her letting her use your body like this.

"Awww, is my sweet pup getting all worked up from mommy rubbing his little cock through his pants?" the older woman giggles lightly into your ear as you try to contain your moans, "Shhhh, baby... You wouldn't want Wanda to hear you now, would you?"

~ Absolutely adores oral sex. No matter if she is giving or receiving, she is game. She'll eat you out just as eagerly as she'll fuck your face with her cunt.

~ When I say this woman is possessive of you... I mean it. She does not leave an inch of your skin unmarked, wanting to make sure that everyone knows who you belong to.

~ Overstimulation is such a big kink for Agatha, she just loves seeing your t-dick all slick and swollen for her. She just loves making her dumb little puppy become a drooling, bumbling mess from how good she is making you feel.

~ Oh, and you bet she worships the hell out of your body, her hands always lightly tracing your top surgery scars and kissing every inch of them once she's cleaned you up.

~ Aftercare is a must. She'll slowly ease you out of your subspace with whispers of praise in your ear as she holds you and kisses you all over

" You were exceptional tonight, baby boy... You made mommy so proud." Agatha softly caresses your cheek, " It's like you were made for me... made to be mine."

I'm sure I'll write some more later, but this is all for now. I hope you enjoyed reading them!

[morgana-larkin]

okok, hear me out. Melissa Schemmenti x androgynous teacher reader. reader is always wearing feminine outfits to school, BUTTTT when she's outside like going out and stuff she dresses more masculine (she's like wearing jorts or baggy pants with oversized metal band t-shirts or something tight and fitted and some piercings that she hides when teaching. like snakebites and a tounge piercing). AND THENNN, when the whole crew goes out they don't recognize reader, cause they always thought she was the more feminine type and Melissa has very naughty thoughts about reader. oh, and make reader a lil' bit taller than Mel so it adds more to the plottt

it's up to you if it has smut or not but I just needed someone to write this and YOUUU are the best writer I know!!

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for choosing me for this prompt and thank you so much for the compliment! It's not directly mentioned but it's implied that reader is slightly taller than Melissa. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I'm sorry to everyone who sent prompts to me months ago, like in the summer. I'm getting to them slowly but surely. I have close to 40 prompts right now but yours will get done at some point.

Dirty Thoughts

Warnings: Smut, seductive dancing, switch reader and Mel

Words: 3.4k

“Hello everyone!” You say with a smile as you walk in the breakroom.

“Hey Y/n!” Janine says. “Are we still doing that combined class on Monday?” She asks you and you nod.

“What combined class?” Melissa asks you both.

“We’re doing a combined lesson with our second grade classes.” Janine says.

“I already asked if you wanted to join in with your class but you said no.” You remind her.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t mind doing it now.” She says.

“Behind on your work?” You ask her and she sighs and nods. “Alright, we’re doing it in the library, first period after lunch.” You tell her and she nods. You then go to the coffee maker and you miss Melissa checking out your legs in the dress you’re wearing.

“New dress?” She asks you and you look at her and nod.

“Ya, I got it last week. Do you like it?” You ask her and she nods.

“You look cute.” She says and you look back to the coffee maker to hide your blush. 

“Y/n, do you want to come out with us tonight?” Jacob asks.

“Depends, who else is going?” You ask him.

“All of us, so the three of us as well as Barb and Melissa.” He explains and as soon as he said Melissa you already knew your answer.

“Sure, what time?” You ask them.

“We’re meeting at the bar at about 8.” Janine tells you and you nod. 

“Sounds good, same bar as last time?” You ask them and they nod. “Melissa, Barb, I’m surprised you’re joining this time.” You tell them.

“Need a night out.” Melissa says before taking a sip from her mug.

“Fair enough.” You say and you go to take a seat with the trio but Melissa stops you.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t you come sit over here for a change.” She suggests.

“At your table?” You ask her and she nods. You look at her confused before sitting down at Barb and Melissa’s table.

“We were just discussing whether Melissa should go out with this girl tomorrow.” Barb tells you and Melissa looks at her before showing you a picture of the girl in question.

“Her name is Stacy and she’s a few years younger than me.” Melissa tells you.

“I always knew you were interested in both.” You say and then look at the girl. “I don’t know, I don’t know your type but she doesn’t seem like she fits.” You say and hand the phone back to her. “But if you’re questioning whether you should or not then it doesn’t seem like you’re interested in her.” You add and she shrugs.

“Ya, but dating at my age is hard. Sometimes you have to go out with someone who’s kinda interesting cause there ain’t many options left.” She tells you.

“Melissa, have you seen yourself? You could do better than someone who’s kinda interesting, so much better.” You tell her and you see a blush creep onto her cheeks. “Also a lot of people my age or a bit older want someone who’s older, around your age, you just have to know where to look.” You add.

“And a lot of people my age don’t want some youngling.” She tells you and you just shrug and go on your phone.

*After School*

You get home and you finish grading the last few tests before you go have supper. After dinner you go have a shower and pick out your outfit. You put on a tank top with AC/DC on it, fitted skinny jeans and put on your pair of converse. You also put in your nose ring, tongue ring and then apply some lip balm. You look at the time and see it’s 7:30 so you head out the door. You arrive at the bar 15 minutes later and you look around and don’t see anyone from Abbott so you sit at an empty table and get your phone out. 

“No, I'm telling you it’s true.” You hear Janine say and you look up and see them all entering.

“Hey guys!” You shout out to them and they look at you and you see Janine step forward and stare at you for a couple seconds.

“Y/n?” She asks you.

“Last time I checked ya.” You jokingly say and you see everyone else looking at you weirdly. “What?” You ask them all.

“You’re wearing a band t-shirt and pants, and you have a nose ring and a tattoo on your shoulder?” Jacob says and you nod.

“Forgive us dear but you always wear skirts and dresses at school, so this is new information for us.” Barb tells you. 

“Well ya. At school I like to dress more feminine but when I go out I like to dress more masculine or look really gay.” You explain to them and you look to see Melissa staring at you with her mouth open. “See something you like Melissa?” You ask her and put her on the spot.

“Just, um, didn’t know that you’d wear something other than those cute skirts and dresses.” She says, stuttering a bit and then takes a seat beside you.

“You like it when I wear those really short ones?” You ask her and she looks at you. “What would you say if I told you I got shorter ones when you started staring at my legs?” You ask her and she tilts her head.

“I’d say you’re insane and definitely not school appropriate.” She says and you chuckle.

“Neither are those low cut tops you like to wear.” You counter.

“I’ll get the first round.” Janine announces and gets everyone’s order. 

“I think you like my low cut tops.” Melissa counters and you look at her.

“What makes you say that?” You ask.

“Because you like staring at my chest, that’s why.” Melissa says very confidently.

“Well I’m very gay and boobs are something that I like, so obviously I like to stare at a girls chest, and you have a nice rack.” You say to her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“So it’s not the fact that it’s my chest, just that it’s a chest with great boobs?” She pushes.

“Here’s your drinks!” Janine exclaims and puts the drinks down on the table and you reach for yours and take a sip. 

You’re able to avoid Melissa’s question as Janine starts a conversation with the entire group but you see Melissa glancing at you every once in a while.

“I’ll get the next round.” Jacob offers and you all give your order to him before he leaves.

“So about my question from earlier…?” Melissa asks and you turn to look at her.

“What question?”

“When you stare at my chest is it because it’s my chest or just a chest with a great rack?” She asks and you freeze and scramble to come up with an answer.

“Both…?” You tell her and she tilts her head. “You have a great rack which is why I like to stare at it.” You stumble out and she turns away from you to hide her smirk.

Jacob comes back from the bar with the drinks and Melissa glances at you taking a sip before taking a sip of her own drink. She can’t help but imagine what it would be like if she can run her hands under that loose fitting shirt of yours. Or under one of your dresses or skirts.

“What are you staring at?” Melissa hears and realises you’re looking at her and she was lost in thought. 

“Nothing, just lost in thought.” Melissa says and then sees something in your mouth that she didn’t notice before. “Do you have a tongue ring?” She asks and you nod before sticking out your tongue.

“Drives the girls crazy.” You tell her with a lower voice and she shivers a bit. 

You turn around to contribute to the conversation that’s happening and Melissa can’t help but get lost in her naughty thoughts about you…again. She thinks about that tongue ring of yours and what it would be like if you ate her out with it on. You happen to look over when she’s lost in thought again and you look down to see her rub her thighs together and you smirk. 

“I’ll get the next round!” You announce and you startle Melissa a bit. “I might need some help though, Melissa do you mind helping me?” You ask her and she nods before getting up. You get everyone’s order and then you go up to the bar and order all of them. “So what were you thinking about?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“What?” 

“I know you were having some dirty thoughts, you were rubbing your thighs together. Your beautifully thick thighs.” You tell her and step closer to her.

“What I was thinking about is none of your business.” She says and you look down slightly into her eyes and she stares up to look into yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” You suddenly ask and you see her breath hitch before she nods. You lean forward until you feel her lips on yours and you kiss her. She immediately kisses you back and she even takes it a step further and slips her tongue in. She runs her hands through your hair and pulls you closer to her and begins kissing you roughly.

“Your drinks are ready.” You hear and immediately pull back and look to see the bartender looking at you both. 

“Thank you.” You tell him and hand him the money before you both take the drinks. 

“I was thinking about what it would be like if you ate me out with that tongue ring of yours.” Melissa tells you and you look at her with a smirk before walking back to the table and give everyone their drinks before you lean over to Melissa. 

“Some girls have said that it gives more stimulation. I could be licking the entrance and the ring can be teasing the clit.” You tell her with a wink.

“Good to know.” She says, more breathy than normal. You both stay and have your drinks and engage in the conversation before a song comes on that you like and you turn to Melissa.

“Want to dance?” You ask her and she looks at you before nodding. You both put your drinks down and then go to the dance floor. 

“So does anyone think those two will end up together by the end of the night?” Jacob asks the table.

“I thought they were together.” Gregory says and they all look at Barb.

“Melissa hasn’t told me anything, but if they aren’t already together then they will be very soon.” Barb tells them.

You bring Melissa onto the dance floor and you bring her close to you before you start dancing. You both were already quite close as there’s multiple people dancing around you both, now Melissa is pressed up against you and you can’t help but look down and see her boobs from this angle. You then trail your eyes up until they land on hers and she knows what you were staring at as there’s mischief in her eyes. She leans forward near your ear and her breath on it causes you to slightly shiver. 

“Would you like to touch them?” She asks you and she pulls back. 

“Touch what?” You ask, yelling a bit over the music and she quirks an eyebrow. She then turns around so her back is pressed up against your front and she grabs both of your hands. She places one on her stomach and the other over her boobs and you widen your eyes. “What are you doing?” You ask her as you lean down to her ear and she turns her head towards you. 

“It’s called making a move.” She tells you.

“Well I know what it’s called but… wait a minute, are you hitting on me?” You ask her and she winks at you and nods. “Why are you hitting on me?” 

“Because I like you.” She tells you so simply.

“Wait, you like me like me, as in a crush?” You ask her and she nods. “I like you too.” You tell her and she smiles. 

“I know, all your awkward flirting at school gave it away, but you wanting to kiss me definitely confirmed it.” She tells you. “So, why don’t you show this girl a good time on the dance floor and then a good time in bed?” She asks you and you freeze. “Did I make you short circuit?” She asks you with a smirk.

“Well you placed one of my hands on your boobs and then you just told me that you want to have sex.” You say to her. “So yes, I guess my brain is trying to catch up after crashing.” You say and she starts moving her hips seductively. “Melissa, if you keep going how you are, then I won’t be able to show you a good time on the dance floor.” You tell her and and she takes the hand off that was on her boobs and she sticks one of your fingers in her mouth. She hears you moan before she takes your finger out and turns around.

“Maybe you could just skip right to the bedroom.” She says and you look at her. 

“Oh I won’t last that long.” You say and bring her to the bathroom. 

You bring her to one of the stalls and lock it before you kiss her. She immediately puts her hands in your hair while she kisses you back. You pick her up and she wraps her legs around you while she deepens the kiss. You lift her shirt up and kiss all over chest. You then quickly unclip her bra and pull it up and dive down to one of her nipples. You hear her moan out when you give it a hard suck and she squeezes your hair. You give the nipple a loving kiss before you go to the other one and give it the same treatment. 

“Y/n, Y/n.” She tells you as she pulls you away from her chest. “My chest is not where I need your tongue.” She tells you and you smirk before you drop her legs and get on your knees. 

You pull her leather pants down and you see her underwear with a damp patch on it before you smirk. You peel her undies off and you see her very wet centre. You lick a strip up her centre and she feels your wet tongue and tongue piercing on her and she can’t help but feel really good by the sensations. You then flatten your tongue on her centre and start licking up and down, your tongue piercing is rubbing her clit at the same time. You put one of her legs hanging over your shoulder before you insert a finger inside of her. 

Melissa is trying very hard not to make any noise as there’s other people coming in and out. She ends up covering her mouth with one of her hands as a few gasps and moans fell out of her mouth. She’s leaning against the stall door and you switch to sucking and licking her clit while you add a second finger inside of her. Melissa keeps your head in place with her free hand and you don’t mind as you’re enjoying the view. 

You’re between her beautiful thick thighs that you’d love to kiss all over. You look up and you place your free hand on her nice wide hips before trailing it to her soft stomach. You trail your hand up and cup one of her big full boobs. You look further up and see her face is down slightly and you can see it on her face all the pleasure she’s feeling. You start sucking and fingering her faster and a loud gasp slips out of her. You then feel her legs shaking, her hand in your hair tightens and she’s clenching around your fingers. Then she comes with a gasp and you pull your fingers out but you lick up all her juices.

“Mm, you taste sweeter after you come.” You tell her as you take her leg off of you and stand up. She looks at you as she’s trying to catch her breath. She then pulls you in for a passionate kiss and you happily kiss her back. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for the past year now.” You tell her after you pull away. 

“Then why didn’t you?” She asks and you shrug.

“Didn’t know if you felt the same and didn’t want to ruin the friendship.” You say and she smiles softly and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Have you wanted to kiss me before?” You ask her and she nods while smiling. “Why didn’t you say something before?” 

“Same reason as you.” She says and then kisses you. “Now come to my place, you haven’t come yet and I want to hear all your noises.” She says as she pulls her underwear and leather pants back up and you nod. “Can you clip my bra please?” She asks and you nod before she turns around.

“Considering I unclipped it, I guess it’s fair I clip it back.” You tell her and she snorts as you clip it back and then she puts her shirt back in place.

“Let’s go say goodbye to everyone and then leave.” She says.

“Don’t you live with Jacob?” You ask her and she thinks about it before she brings you out of the bathroom and back to the table with everyone and grabs her purse. 

“Y/n and I are leaving so I’ll see youse on Monday.” She tells them and then looks at Jacob. “I wouldn’t come home for an hour.” She tells him and he looks between you both.

“Actually make that 2.” You say and she looks at you.’

“2? Now I’m curious.” She says and then leaves the bar while holding your hand.

“Weren’t they on the dance floor, which is the opposite way from where they came from?” Gregory asks and everyone thinks about it.

“I think I saw them enter the bathroom but it can’t be right as it was like 10 minutes ago.” Jacob says and then it hits everyone. “Oh.” Jacob says and then everyone changes conversation.

On Monday morning, everyone comes in and sees you in the process of covering your hickeys on the couch while Melissa is getting coffee. 

“Good morning to you both.” Barb says and Melissa smiles at her.

“Morning Barb.” She says and then grabs the two mugs full of coffee and brings it over to the couch. While bringing the two mugs, everyone tries to hold in their laughter as they see Melissa walking a little strangely.

“Melissa, did you get an injury? You seem to be walking differently.” Jacob asks her and she looks at everyone after she hands you the mug.

“Ya, I pulled something on Friday night.” She tells everyone and then you groan before glaring at Melissa as everyone takes a seat on the couch.

“You know if you’re going to leave hickeys then next time put them in less obvious places or not as dark so I can actually cover them up.” You tell Melissa and she shrugs and then you see everyone passing $20 bills around. “Were you guys betting on something?” You ask them and they nod.

“Betting on when Melissa would do something about her feelings for you.” Barb says and you look at Melissa who’s rolling her eyes.

“I thought I was told that the bets were off after I figured it out.” She says to all of them.

“We kept the bets, we just lied to you.” Janine tells her.

Melissa shakes her head before she takes your concealer and foundation and starts helping you cover them up. Ava walks in and sees the scene and she smiles before she goes to Mr. Johnson for $20.

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[love-takes-work]

I've seen a fair number of people interpret Rebecca Sugar's (and the Crew's) decision to put Ruby in a dress as subversive, and I want to discuss why that feels like a clear miss to me.

Every time--every single time--I've heard Rebecca Sugar talk about the queer relationships on this show, it comes with this expression of wholesomeness, and often glazed with a sheen of wistfulness, flavored something like "I needed this as a child and young person, and I didn't have it." Much of Rebecca Sugar's work to bring this wedding (and other unapologetic queer relationships) to the screen was framed as an emergency--as in, we HAVE to get this out there for those kids we used to be, because we know they're drowning.

Yes, it's funny sometimes when people make jokes about Sugar deliberately "adding more gay" or "making it gayer" as a big eff-you to the people who spoke against it, but that doesn't sit right from where I'm standing. It took so much strength (and resulted in so much battle damage) to fight that fight, yes. But from everything I can see from the interviews and conversations I've seen and read, this wasn't served up in a "ha-HA, take THAT!" kind of way. These characters having these kinds of relationships should have been a non-issue, and the fact that their very wholesome kids'-show wedding and very sweet kiss and very adorable love for each other was seen as Political when it should have been just two characters in love is so sad to me.

I've seen dozens of people suggest that Ruby is in a dress and Sapphire is in a suit "to fuck with the bigoted censors in other countries" or "to give the finger to gender roles," but again, I think it is simpler and sweeter than that. Rebecca's said that Ruby in a dress is how she feels in a dress. Celebration and exploration of feminine-coded stuff felt wrong to Rebecca for a long time, like it wasn't hers, because she wasn't really a woman and didn't want it forced on her. As a result she was robbed of all the beauty that should have been a non-issue, from what TV shows and toys she was supposed to enjoy as a kid to what kind of person she was supposed to marry and what she should wear as an adult.

Ruby never got a choice about how she looked really. Once she got to choose her presentation for a significant event, this is what she chose. It means so much more to see that than to construct it primarily as a reactionary measure, as if it would somehow foil the sinister censors in more homophobic countries (who, incidentally, are not therefore forced to show Ruby in a dress even though they tried to hide that Ruby was a "she" or that she was in a romantic relationship with another "she"; y'all, they just don't show the episode).

We see plenty of other examples of gender-role-related expectations being casually stepped on and squashed, like when they took the trouble to give traditionally masculine and traditionally feminine "clothes" to some watermelons to make the audience think there was a husband and wife watermelon only to have the wife be the warrior and the husband stay home with the child. With stuff like that, yeah, sure, maybe it's designed to make you think "oh isn't that very feminist of them!" Or maybe it's more "well why do I see this as a 'reversal' when it's just a thing that happened?" This show is full of ladyish beings who fight and have power. And as for Steven. . . .

Nobody has negative reactions onscreen (or even particularly confused reactions) when Steven wears traditionally feminine clothes, and it is (of course) also not presented as a "boy in a dress gag"--it's not supposed to be funny. When they go all in slathering Steven in literal princess tropes throughout the final act of Season 5, we understand that it's because the powerful Diamonds expect him to be Pink Diamond, not because the show is trying to girlify him or embarrass him or even make the audience think positive thoughts about boys in girls' clothes. It's more neutral than that in my interpretation: "these are literally just pieces of cloth, and while some of them have meaning, they don't inherently have a gender." I don't see this as transgressive. It's just in a world where putting on what you want to wear doesn't HAVE to be a political statement. (Though obviously it CAN be, and plenty of people wear a variety of clothes as a fuck-you to whoever they want to give the finger to. I just don't see that as happening here.)

Don't get me wrong; Rebecca Sugar certainly knew about the politics (intimately) and has lived at many of their intersections. She was not ignorant of how queer people are seen in this world. She was silenced as a bisexual person because her identity supposedly didn't matter if she was with a man and planned to be with that same man forever. She was shunted into "omg a woman did this!" categories over and over again, which she wore uneasily as a nonbinary person while accepting that part of who we are is how the world sees us. But what is it like if everything someone like her embraces is seen as a statement synonymous with "fuck you" to someone else?

She is married to a person who happens to be a man and happens to be Black. Her relationship isn't a "statement" about either of those aspects of his existence; her love is simply something that is. She is Jewish working in a society that's largely Christian. Her cultural perspective to NOT center her cartoon around Christian holidays and Christian morals; her choices to make an alternate world in this specific way is simply something that is. Her queer perspective as a nonbinary bisexual person has helped inform the Gems' radical philosophy of "what if we learned to explore and define ourselves instead of doing the 'jobs' we're assigned and being told it's our nature?" Her decision to include queer people in a broadly queer cartoon isn't designed PRIMARILY as a battle against baddies, or to drown out all the relentless straightness, or to deliciously get our queer little paws all over their kids' TV. It's an act of love.

So this is just to say that though I DO understand that sometimes subversion and intentional transgression are very necessary, I do not think that's the HEART of what's going on at this Gem wedding. We got a wholesome marriage scene between two of the most lovely little flawed-but-still-somehow-perfect characters, and I very much want to see their choices as being about them. About how Ruby feels in a dress. About how Sapphire feels about not having to always wear a dress. About them incorporating a symbol of their union into their separate lives so they can have some independence in their togetherness. About them celebrating their love by letting Steven wipe his schmaltz all over them.

There are many choices in the show that ARE carefully constructed to counter existing narratives, you know, giving the Crystal Gems' only boy all the healing, pink, flower imagery; having a single-sex species that's ladyish with all the members going by "she"; featuring many nurturing male characters who cry and cook and raise kids without mothers; pairing multiple fighty ladies with gentler guys; and importantly, intentionally loading up the show with stories, characters, and imagery any gender will find appealing despite being tasked with expectations to pander to the preteen boy demographic.

But it's very important to me that the inclusion of queer characters and the featuring of their choices be seen primarily as a loving act, and way way less of a "lol screw the bigots." I want our stories to be about us. Yes, I know it's a necessary evil that sometimes our stories are also about fighting Them. But every time I see someone say they put Ruby in the dress to "piss off the homophobes" or "stump the censors" I feel a little gross. Like the time I picked out an outfit I loved and my mom said I only dressed in such an obnoxious way to upset her, and I was baffled because my aesthetic choices, my opinions, my choices had nothing to do with her. Yet they were framed like I chose these clothes primarily to cause some kind of petty harm to her, when not only was it not true but I was not even that kind of person who would gloat over intentionally irritating someone.

The queerness of this show isn't a sneaky, underhanded act trying above all to upset a bigot or celebrate someone's homophobic fury. It lives for itself. Its existence is about itself. It's so we can see ourselves in a show, and it's so people who aren't queer or don't have those experiences can see that we exist, we participate, we want very similar things, and definitely are focusing way more about celebrating our love at our own weddings rather than relishing the thought of bigots tearing their hair out and hating us.

It's dangerous to turn every act of our love into a deliberate movement in a battle strategy when their weddings just get to be weddings.

I think there’s this idea that that [queer characters] is something that applies or should be only discussed with adults that is completely wrong. And I think when you realize that talking to kids about heteronormativity is just like air that you breathe all the time, it’s kind of amazing that that is not true in any other capacity. I think if you wait to tell kids, to tell queer youth that it matters how they feel or that they are even a person, then it’s going to be too late! You have to talk about it—you have to let it be what it gets to be for everyone. I mean, like, I think about, a lot of times I think about sort of fairy tales and Disney movies and the way that love is something that is ALWAYS discussed with children. And I think also there’s this idea that’s like, oh, we should represent, you know, queer characters that are adults, because there are adults that are queer, and you should know that’s something that is happening in the adult world, but that’s not how those films or those stories are told to children. You’re told that YOU should dream about love, about this fulfilling love that YOU’RE going to have. […] The Prince and Snow White are not like someone’s PARENTS. They’re something you want to be, that you are sort of dreaming of a future where you will find happiness. Why shouldn’t everyone have that? It’s really absurd to think that everyone shouldn’t get to have that! --Rebecca Sugar

[butterr-bee]

WL!Winner Imagery Thoughts

Since the Wild Life finale was yesterday I thought I would share my thoughts on what the winner’s celestial symbolism should be in the form of a very long tumblr post, because what else do I have to do with my time?

Spoilers for the Wild Life SMP finale and winner + long post

Firstly a big congrats to Joel for winning!!! It's very deserved and he worked so hard for it, so GG!!

Like I said above, I’ve got some thoughts about what celestial body we should use to represent him as a winner and so I’m going to share them with whoever stumbles upon this.

[NOTE: Anything I say here is not meant to attack anyone who has different opinions or belittle anyone. I’m doing this for fun and to share my thoughts, not to hurt anyone's feelings. I love you all, do whatever you want forever.]

So far for each of the winners we have;

Sun - Grian

Stars - Scott

Moon - Pearl

Mars - Martyn (some people say Comet/Meteor but Mars is the most popular)

Earth - Scar

Pluto - Cleo (this depends on your personal headcanons as well but I like it, and this post isn’t about the intricacies of mine)

Now as funny as all of the “he should be car” jokes are (seriously they’re hilarious to me), I don't want to take away from his win by making it a joke, especially since we already have someone who isn’t fully accepted as a serious winner. (IDC if it was April Fools, Cleo you will always be a winner in my heart)

I’ve also seen a few people say Mars or Meteor, but this becomes confusing with Martyn’s symbolism and takes away from Joel’s win as well. I want to avoid that as much as possible because he deserves the same respect as the other winners.

Other ones I’ve seen are; Chariot, Supernova, White Dwarf, Shooting Star, Neutron Star, Jupiter, Mercury, and I’m sure there are more. None of these really stick for me so I’m going to go ahead and add to the list.

Usually, I’ve stayed out of discussions about winner symbolism in the past and left it up to the more brainy fans, but I have thought about what different players could be from time to time since I absolutely love space. When my older sibling said Venus it got my mental hamster going on its wheel.

Venus has been a popular planet in history for an incredibly long time and in many different cultures. It’s the second brightest object in the night sky (second to the Moon) and has a fascinating synodic cycle (how it moves through the sky). This movement causes it to get to a certain distance from the Sun to make it look like it’s disappearing from the sky for several days and then reappearing on the other side of it. Because of this, Venus can appear before sunrise in the morning or after sunset in the evening, but it never seems to reach the top of the sky. This has led to it being known by two other names, Morning Star and Evening Star. It also has many other names in different cultures and it wasn’t until the 13th century that it was given the name Venus, but I won't go into all of that today.

Venus has lots and lots of history around it mythologically, having been portrayed as both feminine and masculine and even as two figures at once. It’s known for representing love, war, beauty, and relationships—and it just isn’t quite right for Joel.

So after doing my extra research on Venus, I found that it wasn’t really the best fit (sorry Kat, not enough talk about family for it to cut it /hj). Even with the interesting parallel of Grian and Joel’s dynamic and how Venus goes from one side of the Sun and ends up on the other, it was too much of a stretch. I was going to stop here but then I got thinking about other planets and my mind wandered to the seventh planet from the sun.

You all know and love to make jokes about his name, Uranus! (a little pet peeve of mine, it’s pronounced your-un-us NOT your-anus)

Uranus is one of two Ice Giants and has the coldest planetary atmosphere in the Solar System. It’s named after the ancient Greek deity of the sky, the father of Kronos, but it has been argued that it has more mythological relevance with my favorite boy Prometheus. You know, the Titan that ticked off the gods by stealing fire for mortals and now has to have his liver eaten by eagles for eternity? Yeah, my boy.

This planet is known for being the planet of freedom and revolutionary vision. It represents the urge for change, the ability to visualize new possibilities, and “breaking through”. Much like how Joel was trying a new tactic for winning this season, Uranus is known symbolically for defying tradition and embracing change and originality.

So, it’s known for breakthroughs, extremes, innovation, and rebellion. Sounds about right for Joel, but I didn’t want to stop there. Doing more digging I looked for other similarities between the two of them.

A lot of what I found fit Joel’s character pretty well, but mostly from past seasons; eccentric, strange, unique, unpredictable, and untamed (although Joel is always strange /lh) but I was looking for something more current, something that was all about family. I did find the word wild used and referred to a few times though which was great.

My search was getting repetitive, everyone had the same things to say about Uranus’s symbolism and I was looking for someone to go more in-depth. But eventually, I made a breakthrough (how fitting)—the word “reformation”, which Oxford defines as “the action or process of reforming an institution or practice”. Bingo baby!

I looked further into this side of Uranus, the sort of things that use the wild aspects of this sort of personality in meaningful and productive ways. Lots of people were saying that negative expressions of Uranus include irresponsibility and rebelliousness without a cause—things that kept Joel from winning in the past—but I found someone who said this;

“Uranus asks us to adopt a humanitarian spirit and global mindset, allowing us to live as one unified being.”

This implies that to reach the positive expressions of Uranus—things like progressiveness, ingenuity, and enlightenment—a person under this planet would need to start looking beyond themselves as a singular goal and to care for and support others. To “live as one unified being” the way one might say a family should work together as a unit for the benefit of everyone involved. In other words, to use their eccentric and wild personality to help others as well as themself.

And what was Joel’s entire Wild Life PoV about? Dom Toretto Flipping his previous tactic of being an insane loner /j on its head and making friends by helping everyone else as well as himself. He used his wild nature and ability to commit to the bit to his advantage and won the whole series as the last green name, last yellow name, and last man standing.

So that is why I propose that we start using the planet Uranus to symbolize Joel’s victory—an equally wild and unpredictable symbol that can step up and help others to help himself.

Now, I know it doesn't fit the rhyme that’s been going around, but I can’t think of anything else that fits better and there's always next season for more rhyming words. (Grian did say see you next season, if it doesn't happen IDK what to say about your rhyme, shrug)

Also, not important to characterization but a fun bit of trivia anyway, Uranus was the sixth planet discovered by the ancient Greeks and Romans and it’s the seventh planet from the Sun. So regardless of whether you consider Joel the sixth or seventh winner, there’s a fun number coincidence.

Sorry if this doesn't make sense or fit, I wrote it all on minimal sleep and without my glasses. Also, I haven't watched all of Joel’s life series PoV yet so maybe someone with better qualifications should do this. Anyway, if you made it this far I love you and I wish you well. Have a doodle that I also did without my glasses for your patience and to maybe sway you some more.

[drdemonprince]

I really enjoy reading your takes about gender, sexuality, and kink-- even when I (occasionally) disagree they are always very thorough and insightful, and I get a lot out of your perspective, so thank you for sharing it here. (You also reblogged my wild ass post about Model UN and sexuality a while back and I appreciate that)

You have said a few times that you had very different experiences being seen as a man versus when you were seen as a woman, like night and day. I haven't experienced that at all-- essentially zero difference, even when I try to think about it carefully. I transitioned when I was 20 and have been on T for 6 years, and I pass as a (cis) man in most situations including at work.

I definitely don't say this to deny the existence of everyday sexism and misogyny. In college I often used the bus to get around and so did my girlfriend at the time, and she told me about multiple times people made creepy remarks to her on the bus or while out. But I've been in loads of situations like that and thankfully never been catcalled or harassed.

My question is about whether you think trans men with experiences like mine are more due to social ignorance (I definitely have trouble noticing other people's behavior around me in general-- maybe they did treat me weirdly and I didn't notice), my gender presentation at the time (my entire life I have been visibly "GNC" due to my failure to perform femininity. Long before I came out as trans, people did occasionally make negative comments about the way I spoke, dressed, or walked (???) being "unfeminine", or even if they didn't directly make negative remarks they were uncomfortable with me), because I never really considered myself a girl or woman, or something else. Obviously, the experiences I had where some people ostracized me in childhood for social difficulties being "a girl" are a type of sexism, but they are different from and less harmful than the type of sexism than most women and people perceived as women describe experiencing.

oh my god yes the sexy jingoistic model UN villain i love your whole deal. thanks for calling back in.

Yes I think it is all of the above! Just as many trans women experience gender-based oppression before they come out (even to themselves), some trans men do experience social treatment that just...isn't... what cis women undergo, regardless of how we might present at the time. This can be a complex melange of punishment for being GNC and some amount of protection from harassment or grudging respect of one's competence. It really depends!

People who are read as butch women by the larger world face horrific misogynistic abuses such as corrective rape, physical assault, and harassment, of course, but there are also some people who look that way or are on the trans masculine spectrum who are seen by those around them as "one of the guys" (not fully, but closer to), invisible in a somewhat positive way, or existing enough outside of the prevailing gender structure as to not be bothered a ton.

Much of this is shaped by forces like culture, class, and race. I've written about this before, but coming from a lower middle-class-to-working-class ish background, it was considered very normal for women to have masculine qualities, and indeed this was respected. If anything I was socially punished for my femininity not my masculinity, growing up. People responded well to my low voice, authoritativeness, etc. In the female-dominated spaces I have worked in (like psychology), this continued. I was both othered for being weird and bad at being a woman, and also taken seriously because I comported myself with masculine entitlement. All of this was before I transitioned at all.

I don't know your specific positionality but since you were a speech and debate nerd type as well, I imagine we have some experiences in common. The style of communication those fields promote are pretty androgynous or masculine, if you wanna call it that, and it's generally pretty well tolerated for a "woman" to like wearing suits, having a practical no-fuss haircut and style, to speak in a low voice, and to have certain masculine qualities. Not to mention all the roleplay you were doing in that position (because you were playing an evil American imperialist). There's a bit of a buffer you get from certain forms of sexism when you present in that way in that milleiu. I remember when I was doing speech and debate I consistently got really high scores and I was an aggressive, clipped, self-confident type in masculine suits. A peer of mine who was equally talented (class valedictorian, very skillful and brilliant) got awful ballots from judges commenting on how she dressed, the pitch of her voice, using the word "like" too much, etc -- she was a far more feminine woman than me. Little things like that stand out to me as reflecting male privileges I had all my life.

But of course, it's always a mix! Part of the reason I could 'get away' with positioning myself as a woman with masculine characteristics back then was that I could do so while still remaining conventionally attractive. I was thin, I had long hair, I still looked "pretty" without putting any energy into my appearance, I just carried myself in a masculine ish way. I was like Elizabeth Holmes or whatver. That is a VERY different position to be in than a fat butch woman for instance, especially one of color. So many factors here that intersect and complicate these things!

[enden-k]

remembering about trans!haitham headcanon, do you have any ideas you could share about it? (if that doesn't bother you) maybe about if his grandmother ever knew it, or if kaveh even knew alhaitham before the transition. maybe kaveh knows haitham's deadname? maybe kaveh actually helped haitham in his journey to affirm his gender? thinking about this makes me excited to do a fanfic about this AAAAAAAA-

ofc, i have quite a few (transhaitham just means a lot to me hhhsjdjk)

i like to imagine that his grandma knew and her love, care and support remained unchanged; all she wanted is for him to be content and comfortable, teaching him all that. she def helped him here and there; like seeing how he was bothered by his longer hair so she proposed to cut it short and seeing how his eyes lit up in his usual neutral face when he saw his reflection was prob one of her fav memories of little haitham. not only getting rid of the bothersome weight and heat of annoying hair but also seeing how he looked more boyish pleased him a lot (not that short hair = strictly masculine etc. you know what i mean there)

(dysphoria is not "required" or smth every trans person experience(d), saying this right away (and also as a note to anyone actually unaware of this) - he def didnt experience it, just felt sometimes a bit bothered by some stuff) he just simply knew who he is and wanted to find more comfort with himself by aligning his physical appearance more with his feeling and identity (by transitioning)

(idk if i explain it well in english what i want to say. also def projected there)

so, kaveh and haitham def knew each other in the early stages; when haithams grandma passed away, he attempted to cut his own hair (usually his grandma did) and it turned out cutely shaggy and sloppy (not that it bothered him much, as long as it doesnt look too awful to him) kaveh couldnt take it tho and in a quiet homoerotic charged moment took it on himself to do it right and save it. haitham already went by his name there but if someone knows of his deadname other than his grandma back then, its def only kaveh as his closest friend

years after their falling out, when they meet again in the tavern it nearly had kavehs eyes bulging out when he recognized the person seating down next to him as haitham - so much broader and bulkier than he used to be (back then he was already working out a little just to stay fit and healthy and gain more muscle, but still much slimmer in early stages of t. but now? def could snap kaveh in half and he wouldnt mind at all), his voice deep but still that same aggravatingly confident tone---

(i just love the image of kaveh always being so attracted to haitham and haitham alone, always loving him in every way, for being himself just like haitham loving him in every way, always and without a break despite their falling out)

this is turning more into me being sappy about them than transhaitham thoughts LMFAO SORRY anyway i think kaveh helped haitham a lot with things like cutting his hair properly short or picking clothes (mostly bc he liked dressing haitham since he deems his tastes as awful) or showing him how to shave when he first grew facial hair, all that kinda stuff

[glacierclear]

Having some mad fuckboy!Leon thoughts rn

After he's unlearned all the stuff he taught himself and is basically done with the whole fuckboy thing oh man he would be SO soft. Holding your hand? Check. Cuddling at his dorm? Check. Being more gentle and loving during sex? Also check.

Also, stealing his hoodies. He'd melt for sure

oh, for sure. healed fuckboy!leon would be a SIGHT TO BEHOLD.

he wouldn't be perfect...

progress isn't linear. he'd stumble a lot. make a lot of mistakes and backward steps. you would need to be patient. you would need to be careful. especially in the early stages. because damn, he's trying. he's trying so hard. and you need to acknowledge the effort, even if it's hard to see, because any praise towards this will mean so much to him.

it'd come out especially on his bad days. he's more impatient. short-tempered. lashes out over seemingly mundane things. you'll need to be firm but not demeaning. catch his tells, his habits, and figure out the real reason he's behaving the way he is.

you'll need to slowly teach him the true depth of his words. that they hurt you just as much as they hurt him. he's unfamiliar with the idea of accountability, so you need to teach him about consequences. let him know you're upset and angry at him. but just because you're upset doesn't mean he's irredeemable. he'll assume any pushback is you ending things permanently. he needs the space to fuck up and forgive himself.

and damn it all, he's the jealous type. possessive. protective as all hell. it's toxic, and you need to teach him boundaries. it'll be tough. he worked so fucking hard to get you, doesn't he deserve to have you the way he needs? but no. you need freedom. he'll learn eventually, but be prepared to send a lot of "im safe and i miss u" texts to him when you're out with friends.

speaking of toxic. the toxic masculinity will be hell to unpack. sometimes it's nice! he insists on you being passenger princess. he insists on picking up the bill (well, once you're actually dating). he doesn't mind taking care of spiders (and fine, just because you asked nicely, he won't kill them). but...the bads get real bad.

displaying any kind of vulnerable emotion is like pulling teeth. when he's nervous, scared, anxious...he'll take it out on others. or himself. early progress will be made when he's blackout drunk and spilling everything to you. he reveals the deepest, most fragile parts of himself on these nights. it's like he's an entirely different person. and the next morning he'll do his best to sweep it all under the rug, but you have to fight for it. accept him and love him despite how "totally fucking lame" he acted (his words, not yours).

that being said. the good parts? oh yeah. Boyfriend Material 100%.

he'd do anything for you. anything. don't even say shit as a joke because he'll do it. at a certain point he doesn't even care if his friends think he's being stupid. you're his whole world. he'd wear stupid t-shirts for you. go to that concert you're dying to see even if he thinks the music sucks. he'll bash his head into a wall and learn to bake french pastries if it'll get you to smile. through hell and high water, he'll follow.

and yeah, he weans himself off social media. stops posting thirst trap photos and cuts ties with his sneaky links. but the lack of external validation is felt, and it kind of falls on you to fill the void. clingy won't even begin to describe what he is. he'll resort to begging. he will. late to work in the morning? that's not his problem. you're staying in that damn bed and you are cuddling him. you think him wearing tank tops in the middle of December is just a dumb mistake, but you catch on quick when he starts to shiver and needs to huddle you for warmth. "you want me to die of hypothermia? c'mon, babe. get closer." and yeah. those ice cold hands are going straight on your stomach. have fun.

part of the excitement will come from truly learning who he is as a person. most of his herculean facade is a persona. he doesn't actually like beer. he likes dry whiskey and refined clear liquors. he doesn't actually enjoy parties. the crowds make him nauseous, and he can always blame it on the alcohol. he's not actually all that into sports. you figure out he has a well-loved public library card and he knows the mystery section like the back of his hand. he's vibrant. shockingly intelligent. gets that light in his eyes when you nudge him about his interests. it'll be hard to get him to admit it, but his favorite part of the week is huddling on the couch watching nature documentaries with you.

and it's a two-way street. he remembers everything about you. early on in your relationship you casually assume he'll never keep track of the important dates. that's the stereotype, right? you couldn't be more wrong. birthdays. anniversaries. doctor's appointments. your fucking dog's yearly vaccine. he won't necessarily go all-out, not until you're more of a long-term thing, but what he does is meaningful. sincere. you won't get $500 of flowers and chocolate for valentine's day, but he'll abduct you from work, drive you out far, far into the countryside. lay out a patchwork blanket and stare at the night sky. he brought your favorite brand of pita chips and sneakily worms a gift box in your hand. it's that stupid $15 thing that's been sitting in your online shopping cart for weeks that you could never justify buying. and yeah, he'd appreciate a blowjob under the stars, but seeing you happy is enough.

and you could never begin to imagine how loving and passionate he can get during sex. it's totally different than his usual flavor. casual hook-ups and one-night stands are merely a fraction of his power. he tends to avoid intimate gestures on those nights. no eye-contact. hardly any kissing. he likes it rough and he likes it fast. but with you? he takes his time. commits your body to muscle memory. his gaze is intense, and he watches every reaction, trying to map out your flesh like a cartographer. he'll happily make out with you for upwards of a couple hours before you even begin the real foreplay. and you always cum first. always.

oh, but if you're not a fan of PDA...he might be a problem. he's proud of you. you're the hottest thing on two legs as far as he's concerned. he'll have no issue grabbing your ass, wrapping a hand around your waist, kissing along your neck, whispering the most obscene things in your ear. it's not even to make a point. there's no rhyme or reason. he just wants to. and you're right there. and what right does the world have to tell him to stop? does it make people uncomfortable? who cares. he'll lay off if it really bugs you that much...but if he catches anyone staring at you too long he'll ramp it up. it's almost aggressive. you turn to scold him, noticing how his eyes aren't even on you. he's staring at someone else. someone who's looking at what's his.

he's a yes man, too. if you need restraint and careful guidance in your life...he's not the one. he'll support any weird, out of the blue hobby you want to pursue. if you even joke about quitting your job he'll egg you on. "i'll drive right up there and tell your boss i'll fuck his wife!" and you have to talk him down. he'll punch the sun for you. he'll be behind every impulsive purchase. every 4am trip to walmart. every instinct to feed your id. any "little treat" you want to have he'll get it. because you deserve the best. if you ever want to have a stable bank account you need the be the voice of reason. because it's not gonna be him.

yeah. he'll have a lot of problems. don't worry about that. but, at least with fuckboy!leon, you'll almost never have any doubts that he loves you. once you manage to pin his heart on his sleeve, it's there for life and it'll always be yours.

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

Have we as a society lost our sense of acceptable public behavior?

Picture it: me, a swanky bistro, and an elegant patio adorned by the warm glow of string lights. I'm having a nice dinner—just me and my current favorite menu—until a couple is seated near me. It didn't take me long to hear that they were celebrating a six month anniversary and—given their gradually escalating volume—it was a night out at my favorite restaurant that was not going to fix their obvious relationship problems. In the short time it took the fresh rosemary rolls and whipped butter to arrive at their table, their loud talking had become peaks of yelling quelled only briefly by an unsatisfactorily hushed "quit talking so loud" or an ironic "you're embarrassing me."

Do you hate them yet? Because I definitely did. Except unlike you, I can take care of this; after all, knowledge of my methods is becoming more widespread. All I have to do is wait the thirty seconds it will inevitably take for the volume to boil over yet again.

"I can't take you anywhere!"

There she is again. Time to work my magic—

"Same shit again! I can't fucking take you anywhere! Everywhere we go: "miss, could you quiet down", and "sir, could you tell your date to stop yelling.""

"I'm not the one screaming f-bombs in public places! You need to learn some manners!"

*Whoosh.*

"Babe, I just can't have a conversation with you if you always yell." Already he's speaking at a much quieter volume.

"I just never feel like you're listening to me."—and she's also followed suit. Maybe that was all I needed to do, now I got my peace and quiet... but I'm not one to stop once I've started, and I suppose I'd rather not disappoint you either—after all, this isn't very interesting yet, is it. She continues: "I told you to dress nice and all you can manage is a t-shirt and shorts."

"I love you babe, but you can't tell me that you showing that much skin in a place like this is appropriate either."

No one sees it, but a slight grin crosses my face. I wave my hand and...

*Whoosh.* A light breeze passes through and their outfits shift.

"I'm dressed showing skin?! You're not even wearing a shirt."

"Babe, you're basically just wearing a sports bra and shorts."

"I look good. You don't work out enough to pull off not wearing a shirt in public."

*Whoosh.* A light breeze again. He's sporting some nice light muscle: square pecs, a nice six-pack, and some toned arms.

"Babe, I know I'm nowhere near my bulking goals but I know I look good enough to pull off being shirtless. Look, if you're gonna be like this, maybe we reschedule and have this dinner when you're not on your period."

...

...

...Look. What I did here may have been inappropriate... but would you expect anything less from me. I don't claim to be ethical, and I'm pretty sure you are well-aware of my biases by now... I'm not proud of what I did... I'm not... Okay maybe I am.

The ebb and flow of the conversation took a radical tone when one masculine voice was met for the first time by another. "Well then it's a good thing I'm not a girl."

"I guess that's true. Why would I even say that?"

"Because you're trying to avoid the subject again. Between you're time at the gym and your time at work, I never see you."

"I can't help it. At least I have a job."

*Whoosh.*

"Being an influencer is a job. I just wanna know how you can spend so much time working out when your job is being a personal trainer."

"My body is my sales pitch. I've build so much muscle now my co-workers are telling me I could enter a physique competition. Maybe if you worked out more, you'd actually get followers, and make money."

*Whoosh.*

"That's why I wanted to come here with you. Ever since I started working out with you, I have been gaining followers just as fast as I've been gaining muscle. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you: I have 1 million followers."

"Babe, that's great news. I can't believe it!"

"Yeah, and there's more. The videos that gained the most traction online were the ones I shot with you. So I wanna go in a different direction with my page from now on."

"Wait, you've built it up by yourself. Why would you change it?"

"I wanna make it a couples page. Health, fitness, and gay pride."

"Most people dating for three years usually get proposals involving a ring."

"Do you wanna do this with me?"

"Yes, of course!"

A couple in my favorite bistro rise and embrace beside their patio table and share a passionate kiss. They seem happy, although I sit there and wonder if they'd be interested in a third for the night.

Have we as a society lost our sense of acceptable public behavior?

No. Not in this case. It could absolutely be much worse.