#this is a sports bra that doesnt look like a sports bra

[ask-toukenjoshi]

"The time spent was worthwhile. You have my thanks." - Tonbokiri

[alisaint]

and still no buff byers to be found. Hmmmmmmmm. it's almost like he doesn't exi—[GETS TACKLED BY SECURITY FOR MY OWN SAFETY]

[magical-xirl-4]

i thought transmasc kyoko was a great idea, then i had an epiphany - transfeminine kyoko

[a-blog-already-exists]

I can believe the best binder I've ever gotten and used is in fact a slightly undersized sports bra that's agonizingly difficult and painful to put on and has been in my bookshelf for literal years

[yameoto]

girldick!skank quinn won't leave my mind... send help

skank!quinn graffiting the girls bathroom with pornographic pictures of you and wanking over them like a total perv.

tw: semipublic masturbation, mild slutshaming

she fucked you, once, to show her mommy n daddy and herself that shes a big girl now. most earth-shattering sex of your life, not that youve ever acknowledged it, or her, since. so, she takes every opportunity to rub your nose in the dirt at how you stooped so low as to let quinn fabray stretch you out on her cock like a common whore. takes one to know one. she's painted your walls with cum and you wanna ignore her now? oh, she doesnt fucking think so.

skank!quinn staggering into a bathroom stall, half-drunk because she spent her chem period swigging ricewine under the bleachers with the skanks, so she doesn’t even check if the door is properly locked or not. doesn’t really fucking care. because how is one sight of you in the hallways enough for her to get painfully hard? in an instant she’s slumped on the toilet lid, legs swinging wide and tugging her cock out from her shitty ripped jeans and thumbing hopelessly over its dribbling tip.

its filthy and unclassy and decidedly the furthest thing from immaculate head cheerio, founder of the celibacy club, churchgoing daddy's girl; quinn fabray. which is precisely why she does it. another act of defiance. driven by all that festering resentment that’s been boiling up inside her since the dawn of time (though, it helps that you look hot enough to eat alive. that boner she's been sporting under the tied-up flannel around her waist has been fighting against her damn jeans, all day.)

strokes her member in languid, half-assed movements as her head falls back against tiled walls and her eyes flutter shut as she fantasises; about her shiny-black nails digging into the flesh of your thighs, your hips—clawing long, white scratches down your skin. her hands; sliding up your top and groping, squeezing, twisting your tits from under your bra. dragging your panties down your legs with her teeth, how your hips would jerk up as your pussy hits her tongue. your walls, tight and wet and wringing her cock.

she moans out loud as she jerks off, right then and there, not giving a single fuck who hears (though she stifles the gasp of your name all the same), biting hard against her knuckles when she feels her chest stutter, balls drawing up in her boxers and mascara-laden lashes batting uncontrollably. she cums. shoots her load all over the stall door, rutting into her fist as the creamy explosion arcs in the air, chest in rasping gasps as she aims, mouth hung open, eyes hooded with intent. takes a second to pant, slumped back, and admires her handiwork; glistening, all over a crude caricature of your naked form, penned in her black sharpie marker.

doesn’t even bother to wipe her dick off, afterwards. simply tucking herself back in her boxers and letting the aftermath soak into fabric, sticking to her skin. she smudges her hands on her jeans and struts out, cigarette balanced between teeth. she passes you by, on your way to the bathroom, and you’re completely nonplussed at the cocky, crooked upturn that fixtures her lips when her eyes meet yours, meaningfully, over those stupid sunnies of hers��until you’re shutting the stall door and face-to-face with a crude recreation of you; splattered and gleaming with dried cum. under it, in sharpied, instantly recognisable cursive loop (too delicate, for its purposes), glares one word—quinn’s.

[sanspuppet]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 (maknae line)

W/T: explicit content (18+)

- short scenario for each member

- not proofread so sorry any mistakes

A/O: damn i want them so bad :/, also sorry if im not being very active lately but im busy, thanks for understanding :3

@itza-meee @asleepyhuman here you are <3

read here the hyung line

✰ 𝐒𝐚𝐧 ✰

San is the definition of gentlemen, would always do anything for you because he thinks you deserve the world. shame doesnt exist between you two, and because he’s the finest man alive (BECAUSE HE IS) you didn’t wait too much for having sex. i mean: the night you hanged out together for the first month as a couple, seeing him all dressed up perfectly for you, hair slicked back and his gentleman behavior, got your heart rolling inside your chest. You didn’t even wait to get home from how desperate you felt for him to touch you. You offered him to follow you to the restroom of the restaurant, wet and needy kisses could have been heard from outside, while he had your legs wrapped around his waist as he grabbed yours in his hands, you shivered at the feeling of the cold sink touching your back, making you whimper. That sound persuaded his horny mind, wanting to hear it, continuously, while he’d make you his. “Sounds so fucking sexy, can you do it again, for me, darling?” he whispered to you, while his hands found their way through your clothes, unable to hold back his intentions anymore.

✰ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢 ✰

You made the first move, he surely teased you a lot with his little jokes, but he’s still a baby boy and too shy to actually pin you at the bed and fuck. He always stared at your shapes every time you wore tight clothes, he wouldn’t even hide it because he knows you wear them for teasing him back. Sports bras especially made him go crazy, the way your tits looked squeezed in them always made him dream how it would be to have his hands on them instead. He looked at you with wide eyes when you walked into the living room, with a short skirt and an athletic bra. His mouth hanged open before questioning: “where are you going?” he thought you were about to hang out with your friends (which got him quite jealous because of your outfit) “anywhere, why?” he gulped, eyes locked at the line between your breast, you looked down too. “Like my new bra? it’s a push up” you started to squeeze your chest: “damn, my boobs look so fucking big in this” you smirked at him, knowing perfectly what you were doing. “and so soft, wanna feel it?” you reached him on the couch, sitting on his lap, waiting for him to bring his hands on your tits. He breathed heavily while doing so, his palms were shaking when they felt your hard nipples against them. “Come on… squeeze”.

✰ 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 ✰

This man? Hear me out, this man flirts nonstop with you, if you’re his girl, there’s a reason, he truly loves you so he gotta prove it. Every opportunity to just kiss, caress, compliment you, he takes it. You know he’s also very clingy and he can’t take his hands off of you, which got you very desperate sometimes. That evening you were sitting on the couch watching some kind of series on netflix, and as usual his left hand was caressing your inner thigh, rubbing his thumb extremely close to your sex. Woo didn’t mind to get you horny, he was just innocently watching tv and enjoying some time with his girlfriend. You turned your head to look at him when the neediness was too hard to hold back. “Wooyoung” you murmured, despite he was too focused on that episode. You held gently his wrist, moving his hand closer to your soaked cunt. Not even a second later he looked at you with wide eyes and his heartbeat wildly accelerating, stuttering shyly: “W-what are you doing… love?” You didn’t even look at him, eyes shut as you tried to breath when you felt his fingers rubbing against your clothed clit. “Please Woo… touch me, there.” suddenly a smirk was placed on his lips, his hands already finding their way into your panties. “As you ask, baby”

✰ 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨 ✰

Jongho hesitates to flirt, but obviously compliments don’t miss. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t dream about how many good things he’d like to do to you, he just wants to hear it from you. God, sure he loves when you go to the gym with him, but the sight of you wearing leggings… hiding the bulge he had while working out was always a mess. That day he was particularly hard because you unintentionally kept teasing him by doing squats right in front of him. You turned around to take the water bottle next to him, and couldn’t not notice how his mind seemed hazy, biting his lower lip to ignore the urgency to get rid of his boner. You raised an eyebrow as you closed the bottle after taking a sip. “You okay babe?” you then moved your gaze down where is hand was placed, trying to hide is hardness under his pants. Right after you spoke, he groaned loudly as he was holding his breath: “Fuck” You couldn’t help but smirk, approaching him. “Oh i see, is this my fault? well, i should help you then” you sat on his lap, rubbing your ass against his erection, causing another besotted moan from Jongho: “Gonna ruin your cunt, finally”

[romanarose]

Happy Birthday, Joel

Trans!Joel Miller x m!reader

Summary: No one really knows Joel. Not the way you do.

Warnings: Uhhhhhh being closeted trans? I guess breif use of dead name, but for me personally the name I was born with doesnt bother me, and I have a few trans friends who feel the same, so I'm not gonna dance around it.

Immersivity: Reader is amab and male

A/N: This is for my dead @justagalwhowrites Joel's birthday celebration! I chose the gender swap, and even though it's not neccecarily gender swap because gender is gender, this is a pre-transition Joel Miller. I paired it with friends to lovers <3 I've seen at least one person talk about trans Joel as a concept and I love it! Below I'll have other trans concepts of mine liked

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No one understood him like you did.

He was your best friend, and you were the only person he trusted enough to tell you his secret.

Melissa Miller was a man.

"What about Felix?" You ask him, flipping through a book of names they had gotten at the book store. The clerk treated them like they were expecting a baby, so happy and bubbly and asked when they were expecting. You didn't blame her, honestly.

In 1979, it was in vogue to have short hair, certainly not anything shocking even if the fashion was Ferrah Faucet style, long silky mousy brown hair, or afros. When he cut his hair into a pixie, Mrs. Miller lost her shit and called him a lesbian but that was just Mrs. Miller. He still looked feminine, even if you didn't see him that way. To you, he was a man.

He cringed. "Do I look like a twink to you?"

That made you laugh. "No, no you do not." He still looked more effeminate, but more like a tomboy girl than anything. Some curves for sure, even though he wore a tight sports bra most days. That should've been your first clue. While most girls were trying to make their chest bigger, he was trying to reduce it. Still, he worked on a farm, had muscles that matched his strength. Even before he came into his own with his muscles, he always had more of a straight body type which you loved.

"Give me another"

You were trying out name ideas. It was getting exhausting never referring to him as anything. Not that you could call him anything in public, but there were moments... stolen glances, little touches, times when you thought maybe is feelings for you matched yours for him.

"Theod-"

"Absolutly not."

You slam the book shut, watching him lay on the grass... it was his birthday, 20th to be expect, and he had wanted to just spend it out of the farm with you, so you packed a picnic. Still, birthday or not he was driving you insane.

"You said you liked old names!"

"Not ones that sound like some rich British asshole!"

You groan, watching him laugh as he sprawled out. Jean, flannel, tee shirt... all baggy of course. Despite the sports bra, you could see the swell of his tits.

He peaks up at you. "Well, get on with it!"

"Fiiiiine" Only because it was his birthday. And because picking a name with him seemed special, sacred. and it was his birthday. And because you loved him.

You reopen your book. "Abel?"

He seems to mull it over. "Hmmm. I like it...."

"But it's just not right, is it?"

He shakes his head. "Nah, but it's close."

You skim the names over, flipping through, skipping chunks, trying to find something that fit YOUR friend. He deserved the best.

"What about Joel?"

There was silence. "Joel... Joel Miller... wow.... I really like that. Rolls off the tongue." You watch the smile spread across his face. He sits up. "Joel Miller. Do you think it fits me?"

You're smiling back. "It really does. I think it's perfect. I mean, we can keep look-"

"No!" He cuts you off but this time you arent annoyed. He's bubbling with joy, giddy as he bounces in his spot. "I love it."

"Joel it is then!"

You don't see it coming when he kisses you. As quickly as it started, he pulls away. "Shit. Shit, I'm fuck'n sorry man, I just got-"

You grab his flannel and pull him back to you, kissing him deeper now. Joel's body submits to you immediately, melting into your touch and humming as you lay him down on the grass.

"Wanted you for so long..." You murmur into his mouth, not daring to pull away. "My man..."

He smiles against your skin. "Your man?"

"Mine, and mine only." You settle your knee between his legs, hearing Joel whimper. He was far from a blushing virgin, you knew. Many a man had taken him to bed before he realized what he was. But none of them understood him like you. None of them knew Joel Miller. You touch him, avoiding his chest you knew he didn't like attention drawn to, and feeling the muscles on his stomach. He was your man.

"Happy birthday, Joel"

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I hope you likey!!!!! I've been enjoying writing some trans content and i hope you do too!!!!

Here are some others ive done

About a Girl series: Joel meets reader, not realizing at first she's trans. All about acceptance, queer issues, family, found family, love, kindness.

You'd love me if i was a worm, would you love me if i was a man?: reader comes out to Santi

Joel take a strap: Joel's husband is a transman, and he finds a strap

Big Boys Dont Cry: Trans Santi Trans Reader smut

thank you all!!!

I've considered doing something with the trans logan stuff I've seen.... anyone in?

Tagging those i thought might enjoy!

@my-secret-shame @beefrobeefcal @pedge-page @for-a-longlongtime @crowandmousewritingco

[oreoluvskento]

I don't even know what to call this, more sexy time with nanami i guess

a/n: I wrote this a while ago and its just been sitting in my drafts, idk i feel like i should be ashamed, probably the nastiest thing i've written, i had no clue how to end this so just pretend the end doesnt exist

wc: 3.1k, its literally ALL SMUT

cw: afab y/n, black y/n, riled up nd horny nanami, nanami ties y/n's wrists, spits in her mouth, tearing clothes, face fucking, nanami loves eating pussy, use of sir by y/n, very slight degradation, slight praise, y/n is a good girl, edging, orgasm denial, aftercare, showering together, SLIGHT fluff at the end

Story begins after the cut

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You were scrolling through your phone later in the day, around the time that Nanami was wrapping up at work. A notification from Snapchat pops up, encouraging you to look through your memories. As you swipe through them, a video of you in a scandalous dress you wore out with your friends one night pops up. You remember that Nanami never got to see you in the dress, since you bought it that same day while you were shopping with them.

   You send it to Nanami immediately, along with the other pictures and videos you took that same night, not thinking much of it. A little bit later, he texts you back, letting you know he's on his way home. You heart the message, excited to see your boyfriend again and try to distract your excited mind by turning on the living room TV. It works, and you become invested in the reality show that was on. Fifteen minutes pass by and you hear the front door's lock begin to turn. 

   You practically run to the door to meet him and when the door finally opens, your smile widens. "Hi, babe!" You exclaim. "I missed y-" Nanami interrupts you by wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling you in for a particularly rough kiss. It catches you off guard but you quickly gather yourself, moaning in his mouth as you kiss him back. You're not sure when or where he put his briefcase down, but he was already pushing you against the wall, his hand shoving its way up your shirt, fondling your boobs. 

   "Angel," Nanami pants and you moan in response. "Why would you send me pictures like that while I'm at work?" He asks and nips your neck. 

    "Didn't think they'd make you react like this," You sigh as he sucks on the area underneath your jaw. 

    "I sped the entire way home just to see you sooner. You had me hard in a meeting, angel, but thankfully I was sitting down. I think this deserves a punishment, yeah?" He growls and you groan as he moves his hand from your neck down to your throbbing pussy. 

    "I'm sorry-" A moan ripples through your body as he begins rubbing your clothed clit, cutting your sentence short. 

     "I know, beautiful, but I can't just let it slide, now can I?" He asks, his lips still against your neck and his fingers moving faster. You shake your head, knowing if you open your mouth to answer him, you'll moan. "Good girl," He smiles and picks you up, leading you to your bedroom. He drops you onto the bed and begins to remove his tie. You reach up to do it and he flashes you a confused look, making you immediately lean back down. 

   "Did I ask you to help me?" He asks and you shake your head, feeling slightly ashamed but you feel yourself get more aroused. He takes the tie off and holds it in one hand. "Arms out," He commands and you immediately do as he says. You hold back a smile as he ties your wrists together. You were grateful that your boyfriend was usually very sweet and caring towards you but ever since the first time you were "punished", you found yourself craving it more and more. Of course, you didn't make Nanami angry on purpose, you wouldn't be able to enjoy the aftermath in good conscience, so these moments were very rare and you made sure to savor them as much as possible. 

    All you were wearing was a sports bra and a loose pair of shorts and Nanami could see your hardened nipples through the material, making him even harder. He contemplates going easy on you today but then the images of you in the dress flash through his mind and he gets riled up again. "I'm going to rip this off of you," He warns, not giving you any time to react properly before doing it. 

   Before you know it, your top is on the floor, ripped at the straps and at the back, and your jaw drops. Before you can complain, Nanami shoves his thumb into your mouth, silencing you immediately. "I'll buy you a new one. Now come here," You scoot towards the edge of the bed and watch as he removes his belt and unbuttons his pants. He pulls his hard dick out and you feel your mouth water as you anticipate feeling the weight of it on your tongue. As if he could read your mind, Nanami tells you to stick your tongue out. 

   You do as he says and instead of him putting his dick on your tongue, he grabs your face and spits in your mouth. You moan at his actions, trying to stop yourself from rutting against the bed, and he follows up by finally slapping his dick against your tongue. You sit there as he swipes his head back and forth on the muscle, awaiting instruction. Nanami smiles at your good behavior and he gives you the go-ahead. Unable to use your hands, you take his dick into your mouth using your tongue and suck your way down slowly. "That's my girl... so fucking good for me," He growls.

   Nanami loved watching you like this, submissive and obedient to him. You took his dick so well; that was one of his favorite things about you. Whether it was in your pussy or in your mouth, you always had him moaning. He watches his length disappear into your mouth, your eyes looking up at his through your long lashes, as you bobbed your head back and forth and it made his dick twitch. Nanami grabs your head and pulls it completely off his dick, watching as a string of saliva hangs from it, and slowly slides it back into your mouth. You take it happily, causing him to groan and he continues like that, slowly fucking your face. He pushes his cock into your cheek and takes a mental picture of you, smiling to himself. 

   He begins going faster and you can tell he's about to come soon. He pushes further down your throat as he thrusts, causing your eyes to water at the sudden roughness. Nanami watches as the tears fall down your face as he continues using your face as a fleshlight and it makes him want to go deeper. It's not like he was into tears, he never wanted to see you cry, but the first time he noticed you crying during sex, it was wraps. Your tear-stained face looked so beautiful whenever he would fuck you, so much so that it made him question his sanity a little bit. 

   You're audibly gagging as he's abusing your throat, his eyebrows furrowed and his head thrown back as he nears his own orgasm. His thrusts become sloppy and he begins groaning louder. "Fuck, baby, you look so beautiful with my dick in your mouth," He growls. "You're going to be a good girl and let me cum on your face, yeah? Show me how sorry you are for teasing me today."

    You hum in response, your pussy already incredibly wet, and Nanami loses control. The vibration of your throat against his tip causes him to lean over slightly, pushing his dick deeper into your throat and he feels the cum begin to rise up his shaft. He quickly pulls out, stroking his dick, and finishes on your face and in your mouth. You feel the warmth on your cheek, your tongue, and the tip of your nose. As Nanami catches his breath, you take his dick into your mouth once more, bobbing your head and sucking his tip, beckoning any remaining cum to be released into your mouth. 

    Nanami curses as he feels himself in your mouth again, the pleasure almost too much. He pulls out of you and lifts your chin, your cum-decorated face looking back up at him. He leans in, and you think he's going to kiss you, so when you feel his tongue drag across your cheek, it catches you by surprise. He shoves his tongue into your mouth and you moan when you taste his nut on his tongue, realizing what he's doing. He massages his tongue with yours and when he pulls away again, he does the same thing. Nanami repeats this until your face is clean, and finally kisses you properly.

    It's sloppy, and you love it, enjoying how riled up he is, wondering if he's been holding himself back for the past few days that you came home tired from studying. He lays you down as he kisses you, pulling your bound wrists over your head. You continue kissing him as you feel his hand slide into your shorts and run his fingers up and down your pussy. He groans as he feels how wet you are, and he pulls away to pull them down. You wore underwear today, and he slightly frowned as he pulled that off too. You found that funny, but you decided against laughing. 

   "Sucking my dick got you this wet?" He asks as he pushes a finger inside of you, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, nodding at his question. He shakes his head as he continues fucking you with one finger. "Fucking slut," He spits and you unknowingly clench at his words. He begins going faster and you're panting now, wanting to come.  

   "Ken, 's not enough, need more, please," You whine and he stops all the way. You cry at the loss of stimulation and he grabs your face once again, your lips slightly squishing together. 

   "Ken?" He questions and your eyes widen at your mistake. 

   "'M sorry sir, I forgot," You quickly say and he lets go. He goes back to fucking you with his middle finger, going slower this time, and you moan at the feeling. He pushes his thumb against your clit and your back arches as you gasp. He continues rubbing circles into your clit and fingering you with one finger, not speeding up. Nonetheless, you feel your orgasm coming on. Nanami feels it too, with the way you're clenching around him, and he adds another finger. Nanami smiles as you cry out in pleasure, your breathing getting faster. 

    "Sir, please don't stop, I'm gonna cum," You pant and he stops anyway. You groan as you watch him lick his fingers and lie down in front of you. Your attitude quickly changes as he holds your legs open in front of him. You watch as he puts his face in between your legs, and you expect to feel his tongue on your clit, but instead you feel it circling around it, never touching it. It turns you on but ultimately, you just want your clit in his mouth. You begin bucking your hips, trying to tell him that you want him to stop teasing you, and he lightly slaps your thigh, stopping your movements altogether. 

   "Stay fucking still," He growls and you do as he says. You feel yourself shake as you try not to move, your chest rising and falling each time he misses your clit. Finally, he slurps your clit into his mouth and a shiver runs through your body. Nanami begins to relentlessly eat you out, the sounds coming from his mouth unbelievably loud. You feel yourself nearing the edge again and it takes all of your willpower to stop yourself from grinding on his face. 

    Nanami hears your breathing pick up and your moans get louder and he knows you're close. He pulls away again, laughing as you groan in frustration. He kisses the inside of your thighs, allowing you to catch your breath. You watch him as he rubs your clit softly, applying minimal pressure and he presses a wet kiss to the sensitive nub. Without warning, he starts lapping at it again, your legs automatically closing around his head at the sensation. Nanami pulls your legs apart as he continues his ministrations and inserts a single finger inside you. 

    Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he continues and he locates your G-spot immediately, his finger brushing against the squishy pad. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you feel a warmth wash over you, a sign that you are nearing your orgasm again. "Sir, please, I'm close. Please let me come," You whine and Nanami pulls away once again. He sits up and smiles at your chest, which is rising and falling rapidly. 

   He lifts your hips and aligns himself with your entrance, a devious look on his face. "You know, I still haven't decided if you're even going to come at all," He says and your eyes widen. 

   You begin to apologize profusely, not wanting to be left like this. "Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to tease you! Please let me cum, I'll be good, please, I'm sorry!" You cry and Nanami raises an eyebrow at your desperation. He wasn't going to leave you high and dry, he'd never do that, and you knew that too, but your submissive instinct took over. He pushes into you slowly, your eyebrows furrowing as you feel him filling you up. Once he bottoms out, he leans down and kisses you, neater this time, and you kiss him back happily. 

    "Don't come without my permission, understand?" He asks and you nod. He kisses you one last time before sitting up and pulling out of you. He thrusts back in and you grunt at the sudden force. You're still teetering on the edge of your previous impending orgasm so you're already feeling close. Nanami easily slides in and out of you, your pussy so wet that the sounds are adding to his pleasure. He holds your legs open as he continues, his own orgasm threatening to arrive. 

   Your moans get louder, and you begin to feel bad for your neighbors. Nanami feels the same and he covers your mouth, telling you to be quieter. Ironically, he goes faster and harder, leaning down and hanging your leg off of his shoulder as he hits your G-spot over and over. You begin repeating his name from behind his hand, your voice muffled. He removes it and you inform him of your current status. 

    "Gonna come, sir. So, so close, please let me come," You pant and he goes faster, changing the way he's stroking. He pushes your legs back further, your thighs now pressed into your chest. You feel him deeper than before and you attempt to push him away, to stop yourself from coming, but he just pushes your wrists back. 

   "You'll take it, and you won't come until I say so," He rasps and you groan. Nanami doesn't change his pace and continues attacking your G-spot. You're clenching him tight, even you can feel it, as you try not to come. Nanami goes faster, fighting against the muscles in your pussy, and you just know you won't last much longer. Finally, you feel his hips begin to stutter and he begins rubbing your clit, slowly to start off. 

    "You want to come?" He asks and you nod aggressively. "You promise you won't do that again? That you'll always be a good girl for me?" He's rubbing your clit faster now, and you feel yourself start to slip. You give him a broken yes and he gains control of himself again and begins to pummel into you. "Go ahead and come all over my dick, baby," He says and you do just that. 

    Your orgasm knocks the wind out of you. Your head goes blank as you writhe underneath him, unsure of if he's coming as well. Nanami's orgasm took him as soon as yours did. You began gushing all over his dick and he couldn't hold on anymore. He has to hold your hips down as you come so you don't roll off the bed. You don't know how long your orgasm lasts, but Nanami fucks you through the entire thing. When you're done, he unties you and helps you lay on him, your head on his chest. 

    Once you've caught your breath you look up at Nanami, who's lying with his eyes closed. You press a kiss to his jaw and he opens his eyes to look at you. "I missed you," You tell him, your voice tired. He turns his body over slightly as he kisses your forehead, holding the back of your neck. 

    "I missed you too, angel. You okay? It wasn't too much right?" He asks, referring to what you two just did. No matter how rough he is, Nanami always makes sure you're okay afterward and you love it. This was honestly one of the more tame experiences you've had with him and he's still here, eyebrows furrowed, worried if you're alright. 

    You laugh softly, your hand on his. "I'm okay, Ken. It was perfect," You assure him as you straddle him and press a soft kiss to his lips. He stays still as you kiss him, allowing your lips to meet for a quick second before you sit back up.

   Nanami watches as you unbutton his shirt for him. He didn't realize that he never took it off until now and it made him laugh. Usually, the routine is for him to come home and you help him get undressed. He'd take a shower and you'd always be waiting on the bed for him when he got out to help him get dressed in his casual clothes. Today, however, he got a little distracted. 

    You smile as you reach the last button, and you open the shirt, revealing his chest. His body was something you don't think you'd ever get used to. No matter how many times you've seen him shirtless, you still couldn't help but stare every time. Nanami sits up as you're staring, his face parallel to yours as he shrugs his top off. "Shower with me?" He asks you as he closes the gap between your faces. 

    Your forehead rests on his as a smile spreads across your face. "Duh," You say in a joking tone, and Nanami stands up with your legs holding onto his waist. Like always, he puts you down on the counter as he turns on the water. As it runs, he comes back over to you and gives you a quick kiss as he runs his knuckles down your face. 

    "I can't believe I've never seen those pictures before, y/n. You looked too good for me to even comprehend. I'm happy I saw it when I saw it, I probably would've left work early if I picked up my phone a little earlier." He tells you and you laugh, slightly embarrassed. The two of you shower, eat dinner afterwards, and spend the rest of the day in bed together.

[transgenderfabianseacaster]

honoring my username and infodumping abt my trans!fabian hcs :DDD

the first person he tells is cathilda. he's 13 and in 8th grade and suddenly realizes one day that he can't make it through high school with everyone thinking hes a girl. cathilda finds him having a breakdown and he ends up telling her, he's so terrified that she won't accept him but she just hugs him and tells him she loves him

with cathilda's encouragement, he tells his parents soon enough and they are both very cool with it yayy. since he doesnt have a middle name picked out yet, hallariel suggests aramais and he loves it.

bill is ecstatic to have a son - he immediately demands a father-son trip around spyre. he and fabian visit all his pirate friends and bill pats fabian's shoulder and tells everyone he meets about his darling boy, his amazing son and fabian is so fucking happy.

fabian Does get it in his head that he needs to be a Perfect Son - he fucked up being a girl and needs to make it up by honoring his parents. he needs to be a good swordsman for his mom and a good pirate for his dad and make them proud. of course, they will love him no matter what but he's 13 and has anxiety and it takes him a long time to realize that - he's still figuring it out by the end of junior year

when he starts at aguefort he is so nervous that people will misgender him, and so introduces himelf as with his full chosen name and "son of bill seacaster" to avoid that as much as possible. he isnt shy about correcting people but it gets tiring after a while. the bad kids help by beating him to it and giving transphobes the dirtiest looks. riz likes to use prestidigitation to make their food taste like shit

he doesnt bind very often bc both fighting and dancing both require a lot of physical activity and that would be dangerous. normally he tapes his chest and/or wears a sports bra. he likes to tell people he was "blessed with small tits". when he does bind, he Completely forgets to take his binder off. after he wore one for like 2 days straight and then almost passed out bc he Really fucked up his ribs, the bad kids make sure to set timers on his crystal and theirs so that he remembers to take it off

one of his nightmare forest visions is his gravestone with his deadname and "loving daughter, wife, and mother" written on it 👍

mazey is transfem. they're t4t source just trust me bro

[spirit-lanterns]

Okay but imagine you and tingyun both trying to work out, she doesnt like the physical effort and you're constantly distracted by her with yoga pants and a sports bra

You and Tingyun being the couple who just hates doing anything physically athletic 😭

I can just imagine the two of you groaning because you’re sore, but the sight of each other in such hot gym wear (yoga pants, sports bras, tank tops, etc.) is just so motivating that you continue to workout regardless. Also, I can confirm, Tingyun looks very hot in sportswear. Yoga pants look amazing on her long legs, and her sports bra shows off her smooth, soft tummy so well 💕

P.S: Although not physically that strong, Tingyun is very flexible. She takes advantage of this by stretching herself rather seductively to show off her curves in her yoga pants and catch you off guard with all her angles ;)

[intersexfairy]

potential tip to people with large chests that binding/taping doesnt work for, btw: for me, I've noticed that a sturdy bra actually helps lessen my dysphoria. unfortunately mine is just a too-small tank bra, which not only digs in and hurts, but will stretch out over time, making it useless. i do Not recommend this.

but the way this helps is that it reduces sagging and holds everything in place, making my chest look smaller by changing the silhouette. it also reduces strain and helps my posture.

so if anyone has any specific recommendations, feel free to share. especially if the bras come in higher cup sizes like G and H! chests don't cap out at DD. and bonus points for our best bra friends, the sport bras.

edit: remembered the name of a good one, the Enell sports bra! they go from 32C to 52GG! only downside is they cost 80USD, but their racer (only size 00 left) is on sale for 53USD rn.

[kurov1864]

Milgram idol au (pt.11)

010 Kotoko:

YAYYAYYAY MY WIFE (I literally created this whole idol au for her <3)

Would 100% be the cold, mysterious and straightforward type. Like everything from her condescending eyes, to her closed off stance, everything about her screams "I hate you but I'm forced to perform so her you go."

Her casual outfits leans more towards "active" styles, so think like a mix of light and breathable jackets, gym shorts, sports bras and running shoes.

Official appearances would show a different side depending on the type. For things like podcasts, shows where people just sit and chat, she'll be dressed like that one girlboss CEO who was originally the villainess of the kdrama MC but then becomes an ally that not only supports MC but helps her see the full picture.

Honestly I don't think punk or girl crush would be too far-reaching as well. Because unlike the traditional ice-cold type, she actually has a lot of passion in her.

Also not present on social media, like at all. Fans are pretty sure more then half of her reposts and tweets are actually made by management rather then her. If she DOES tweet, it'll be very short and curt.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't use social media. Of course she does. Despite how she looks and acts, she actually cares a lot about her image. Less of her fans since those can turn easily, but she takes notes of y'all's loyal fan accounts (yes she is a stalker like Fuuta)

Probably had a dating rumor with Mikoto once, but that completely died out after it was addressed on stream.

Chat: are you really dating Mikoto?

Kotoko, looking at the camera dead in the eye: I would rather bite off my tongue and bleed a slow death.

That stream was never publicly addressed, but many say that Es gave her a good scolding to watch her tongue in public.

Obviously infuriates Mikoto fans, (and also infuriates other fans) on a daily basis. I don't think she'll be liked that much outside of her fanbase, because she seems very rude and condenscending.

Has compilations on Youtube of her smiling because it's just that rare to catch her smiling on camera

She would absolutely SLAY at physical/survival game shows, only person that can actually compete with her in terms of physicalneth is Kazui, and even then she comes out on top when it comes to survival shows (why does she know so much about random stuff??)

While she never graduated from law school, she's pretty educated on it. Constantly brings it up during arguments, she memories sections and recites them like the bible.

Everybody has their own way of stopping Kotoko from going on a law lecture midway through their disagreements. Fuuta and Mikoto annoys the shit out of her until she walks away. Mahiru doesnt even acknowledge it and goes on with her points. Muu shuts off her ears and pouts. Haruka doesn't get into arguments with her because she's scary.

And Es who somehow knows the laws as well gets into a 2 hour debate using other relevant laws to disprove her, only to finally get into a discussion about the flaws of the justice system with her

Even though her whole image is being unapproachable, I do genuinely believe that she would put in effort to being a little nicer to her fans during a fan meet-up or fansign.

Especially towards the younger portion of her fans, she would noticeably try to mince her words and hold her sharp tongue around them, as well as appear a little more open and friendly

(she had to get training to appear friendly she made a young girl cry at her first fansign)

The way she joined was through being scouted (because there is no way in hell that she would willingly join an idol agency)

I would think at first since it was a new agency + didn't really require much of her, she would think of it as a part time job. But then predebut came around and then they debuted and I think it'll be like on some random day during dance practice when it fully sunk in like "oh shit. oh shit I'm actually an idol THIS IS MY JOB".

That's probably when she started putting in more effort.

[baileythebean]

Vent below the cut so HUUUUGE trigger warning.

So usually I vent in my dad’s (Anomaly’s) DMs because he’s great at comforting me, but Im too pissed for this right now and I dont want to bother him. I swear I am so fucking close to actually killing myself, it’s scary.

My mom has an aversion to me ever binding. I am transmasc (FtM), and I am out to my parents. My mom claims to be a “good”, “supportive” mom, and I do occasionally have moments where I’m like “oh yeah, she’s making progress, she’s learning! :)” and then it’s always fucking ruined by saying things like “well Bailey is your nickname, your name is [deadname].” - “well you’re still biologically female.” - lots of bullshit little jabs at me whenever I ACTUALLY get brave enough to talk about my identity, which is rarely. Unfortunately, any chances of me getting a binder were ruined when I just asked her flat-out. I said it was for cosplay, just to play it safe, and it was still a hard no because “It destroys your body!” - “You wont develop properly!” - “You’ll regret it!” Along with several long rants about ALL the research she’s done, (probably barely any, and it was most likely on social media) and all the stories she’s heard about people who regretted surgery or just transitioning in general and had lawsuits for them, which is like, very low. The regret rate for transitioning is in the DECIMALS and yet she refuses to acknowledge that. We also have a history with suicide, as that’s how my dad left us, and yet she either hasn’t seen or doesnt care about trans suicide rates BECAUSE of being denied affirming care or harassment?? Anyways, here’s where my shit show of a story starts. I managed to get by fine with layering sports bras for a while and just not wearing anything tight-fitting. I figured she’d warm up to it eventually. But recently, I got a new cosplay (Venti from Genshin Impact) which involves a corset, and even if I layer or adjust the shirt, makes my chest look very weird if I dont bind. I started feeling more dysphoria than ever in my life and made a plan to get a binder before my first time wearing the costume. Said plan succeeded, and I had my friend get me the right sized binder at a birthday party one day through a queer kids program that offered them for free. I was so happy and started wearing it to get used to it and break it in since that day. Unfortunately, today I made the mistake of leaving it on my bed visibly.

My mom also has a terrible habit of going into my room and my spaces to clean, even though I usually do it myself anyway, and I LITERALLY FUCKING TELL HER NOT TO EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I dont want her touching my stuff EVER, not just when I’m trying to keep something from her. I told her to stop and she kept picking up trash, and she spotted it. She questioned me about it, and I caved, telling her what it is, how its been considered medically safe, and reciting like, ALL the safety instructions from the top of my head, hoping it would give me a chance at keeping it. I failed. I got yelled at for destroying my body, ETC ETC. finally, she says that she needs to keep my binder in her room so she can make sure I ONLY use it for cosplay and I’m pretty sure she’ll check if I’m wearing it every day.

Then this bitch PUTS MY BINDER ON and tells me it’s too tight. First, it’s supposed to be. Second, THATS NOT YOUR SIZE. I’m sobbing my eyes out right now, and the only thing keeping me alive is my boyfriend, and a literal fictional character. I want to tear my flesh from my bones when she tells me that puberty sucks for everyone, and she doesnt get the fact that it’s a million times worse for me because I’M A BOY. I’ll be lucky if I make it to the end of the year. I’m just done. I want it to be over. Someone come and end it for me, please. I cant take any more.

[gabessquishytum]

at this point im treating young!dream and older!hob like my favorite chew toy thats been reduced to a broken squeaker and a pile of stuffing. but im imagining a dream going on walks/runs/generally hanging out in a rich neighborhood, on purpose, to try to "accidentally" meet a wealthier guy (he doesnt want to work and would much prefer to just do his art all day but his parents wont stop telling him how that wont pay the bills. so. here he is). eventually he meets hob, who mightve been gardening or chatting with a neighbor or working on his car, lying on his back, with his shirt ridden up past his midriff. they hit it off and after a little bit of small talk hob offers dream his number, and tells him to send him a text so they could get dinner together sometime soon. except dream is still 17, and he wont be 18 for few more weeks...so he lies and says he'll be out of town visiting family abroad, but he'll get back to hob as soon as he's back. and then the day after his birthday he goes out with hob and follows him home <3

Omg yes! Slutty lil Dream in his cutest, tightest gym clothes, pretending to stretch and do warmups so all the hot dilfs with see him and want him… he’s never even jogged down his own driveway before but he’s got to put on a show, right?

Hob sees him mid-stretch and makes a joke about Dream being able to touch his toes. He’s totally staring at Dream’s butt in those tight little shorts. He was going to get some water to cool down after working on the car, but the sight of Dream in tiny shorts and what is essentially a sports bra is much more refreshing.

When they finally go for dinner the waiter asks to see Dream’s ID when he asks for wine. Hob is like “haha do you get that a lot? you do look young…” and Dream has to explain that before yesterday he couldn’t even legally get a drink. Hob is kind of horrified by how ok he feels about being on a date with a guy half his age… but then Dream did at least wait until he was over 18… and he was the one who came onto Hob in the first place…

They start dating, and things get very serious… Hob is like “we’re not getting married until you’re at least 21, you’re going to finish uni and make good choices.” so of course Dream drags him down to the courthouse the day after his 21st birthday. It’s basically tradition at this point.

Dream gets to be an artist househusband (he’s terrible at domestic tasks but boy he looks good in a maid outfit) and sit on the porch glaring any boys who hang around thinking they can steal his dilfy husband. Finder keepers, Dream won <3

[shurislovernjoy]

Lay back for me

stud!shuri x fem!softdom!reader

Im a new writer so please dont judge.This was inspired by multiple peoples writing and letitia hitting 1 billion name views

word count:idk

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Shuri isnt a person who understands the meaning of self care.She’ll find ways to care for everyone but herself.It almost hurts you to see.

Being together for 4 years meant the most to you.She was so good at everything.Being supportive,gift giving,and especially pleasing you.She always found a way to make you cum first.No matter how ruggid her thrust got or how tired her toung got.You always came first.

That needed to change , you lover her to much to see her tired all of the time.You walked happily down the hall staring at all of the family pictures down the way.Being taken aback you stopped to see a new one?Queen Romonda and tchalla.You thought of the queen as a mother you never had , she always told you sweet things like how you saved shuri and that you where perfect for her.You know how she’s watching over shuri and wants nothing more for her to be at rest.

Entering the lab you here the soft voice of griot “princess, y/n has entered the lab”shuri doesnt take a look towards you , instead she just smiles “Hello sithandwa sam ,why are you here do you need something “turning around quickly with a worried look and grabbing your hands.

“No my love I am fine”You giggle at her worries before kissing her deeply, letting go of her hands and letting them roam from her face and slowly down to her neck.She holds your waist lightly”you sure your ok”

“yes shuri im good”You let your hands roam lower to feel her waist skipping over her chest on purpose.”my love there are big windows in my lab , i cannot please you right no- mh”You start to suck on her neck purposely leaving a mark.

“who said I wanted you to please me “Gripping onto her waist you pull her out of her seat to sit her on the lab table knocking everything over.Shuri knew she needed this just as much as you do , as she decides not to fight and to let her hands roam.

You stop kissing her and start to undress her , pulling off her lab coat and shorts to reveal a sports bra and boxers.You start to feel a tight heat inbetween your thinghs causing you to clench then tightly.Laying shuri back you kiss her slowly going down ,making sure to leave marks in every area tou see.

You start to here light wimpers coming from her as you remove her bra. She hisses at the cold feeling of the air hitting her nipples. Making them stick up and you begin to suck and lick all around them.Causing her back to arch.

“shh intombi eswiti its ok, its ok”You rub small circles along her sides to soothe your queen.Speeding u the process you grab her boxers ,shuris eyes open , being suprised from the sudden tone change. You bend down inbetween her thighs and see what your working with.Shuris pussy was pretty and overflowed,her slick all on her thighs and lips.”is all of this for me love?”you bend down and lick her clit light enough for her to not feel it,atleast you thought.

Her hands shoot to the sides of the table gripping tightly ass she closes her eyes tigter , almost glueing them shut .”YES,yes its for you all of it my love please”.Your poor baby,being so busy she hasnt had a chance to love on herself at all, and you didnt notice.

You rub her thighs kissing the inside of them softly “I know , I know its ok ill have my mouth on you soon,and ill make you cum over and over, until this pretty pussy cant breath , is that what you want?”She wastes no time opening her eyes and looking at you, hands still gripping the table”ewe love ewe, ndicela unditye, ubeke umlomo wakho kum,I need you”

That was all you needed to hear as you quickly started to lick and suck all on her clit,leaving no space untouched.”f-fuck love y-yes”.You stick your tounge in her hole swirling circles around in it.Shuri grabs on your hair tightly ,you dont mind all you care about right now is pleasing her , your queen.

“am i making you feel good love?”You take to fingers and push them into her softly , wanting her to use her words”mhm your so g-good,p-please love harder please”Such a good girl you thought as you pushed your fingers in and out of her harder.Angling them to hit the right spot”Is this good love,hard like this?”She squeezes your hair tightly as her mouth changes to an o.”fuck yea just like that,fuck i-i-im gonna cum”

“no mami you better not , not yet”She shakes her head leaning it to the side”no? what do you mean NO”you drill your fingers into her while adding a third one.

“fuck no, no,no, i cant hold it y/n im sorry,im so sor-im cumming FUCK”at this point you want her to break your rule.You know your gonna punish her for it later.So you suck in every last drop as she fills your mouth with her cum.It tastes sweet like honey,loving the taste you watch her shudder under you as she gets overstimulated.

“im sorry y/n i-i couldnt hold it anymore”You walk up to her shuving your now white fingers in her mouth.”its ok baby its ok,i still have to punish you though love you know that”you walk over to the drawer of the lab pulling out a strap shuri had been working on.You knew it was for you but today was special.It used the power of vibraniam to have you feel everything shuri does.

Being to tired and blissed out from just on orgasm you thought she wouldn’t speak. “your not using that on me are you?”She looked at you from the table.”shuri walk to me please.”You lean on the glass window looking outside while attaching the strap to you.Nobody was there and you realized it was 2 in the morning.”love do you wanna kiss me?”She nods quickly the big height difference you to making you want to quit the whole dominant thing.

“im gonna fuck you,right now,and you will be good, is that ok with you love”She smirked lightly,still tired”yes baby,i will be good for you” You grab her hand taking her to the couch and sitting down,hoping shell get the pont.Thankfully she does and she drops down on your dick slowly grabbing onto your shoulders.”be nice please”you nod at the request knowing dam well that wasn’t gonna happen.

Shuri bounces softly and you watch,loving every bit of it.It makes you wanna switch places more often.Deciding to change the pace you grab onto shuris waist and slam up hard.You see her face contourt and loud whimpers come out of her mouth as her mouth slowly turns inti an o.

You slam her on you hard watching how her tits bounce in your face perfectly.Loving the sensation shuri keeps up with you bouncing at the same pace.Every jump a moan slips out her mouth.As she holds on tightly to your back.”f-fuck shuri your so wet and tight for me, sucking the fuck out if m-such a good girl”She starts to pick up the pacs as shes practically drooling”Yes im your good girl fuuckk im yours only yours yes mh-“

Shes cut if by one hard thrust at her g spot that does it for her.Her hips buck back and forth as she hugs you tightly,shoving her pretty tits in your face.The room is filled with her loud moans as she comes down from her high, but your still going and thrusting as your nearing your relies.”oh fuck,y/n yes right there,yes fuck me baby im yours cum all in me baby fuuuckk”just bawling at this point.You then feel your release you cum into your queen.

shuri gets off of you thights shaking as she sits down on the couch next to you,also exausted. “that was so good uthando, i didnt know you had that in you.”

“me either really but, shuri you cant keep working yourself like this.Your hurting me and mostly yourself,I get you need to protect wakanda but remember to protect yourself to, ok”you sit there teary eyed as you tell the woman you love how you feel,hoping she will give the right response.

“ok love,i am sorry”She hugs you tightly wiping your tears as you bury yourself in her chest.”now im gonna go run you a bath, cause we both know you cant do it”you laugh together as you walk away satisfied on how your day went.

@inmyheadimobsessed @generallysapphic @shurisneakers @shurima-roommates

[bvckbiter]

I know people like to talk about Al's funky gender stuff so what are your hcs on that?

First of all i love love love any idea that has al be into some sort of genderfuckery. like, no one would name their kid alabaster but an edgy #NotLikeOtherDemis anti-authority teen figuring out their identity would name themselves that 😅

that being said i personally hc al as a trans man. there’s something so pleasing to me about sorcery being a (typically) female-associated craft but al deciding he’s going to do it his way, for his own ends. (addtl context that might help here, i hc that hecate children’s rite of passage is constructing their own magic system if they want to properly channel their own specialties/brands of magic; like maybe potions are a fixed system due to preexisting properties in ingredients blah blah blah but incantations aren’t. lamia’s specialty was curses, al’s is combat spells, and lou ellen’s is transformation hehe)

some more hcs for trans al below the cut:

His dad was a bit (a lot) of an occultist, but in the typical white man “ooh look im so great and intelligent for tampering with forces beyond my control” fashion… so naturally he had some pretty narrow-minded views about women’s roles and behaviors. Al was v much a child who wasnt expected to speak unless spoken to. (Al will never understand what the hell Hecate saw in his dad).

He started growing out his hair on the Princess Andromeda and got comments for it “i thought you wanted to pass better” and he’s initially bummed because he wants!! A manbun!! Theyre very manly!! And eventually he does get to grow it into the manly manbun of his dreams, only it’s 2 years later and everyone he wouldve wanted to see it is dead <3

Uses 13-in-1 mountain spring scented wash type of shit

big big fan of sweaters, but hates the cable-knit type of shit bc its itchy and shows his figure. give him some baggy clothes pls he does not wish to be perceived. also his combat boots are crazy heavy he likes the stompy stomps and how durable they are

he said nothing to claymore about it but claymore is very perceptive and figures it out quickly enough after hecate sends them off together. and claymore just never brings it up until al lets smth about needing certain hygienic products slip, but even then doesnt bat an eyelash and carries on with the conversation as he normally would, and al literally feels relief flood his body

((Pre-op al, if thats not obvious enough. Double sports tanks/bras are the way to go.)

He literally does not care if he doesnt have a certain appendage dangling down there he will manspread the fuck out of anywhere he sits. (A lot of it is due to the fact that he just has terrible posture when sitting down so he just sliiiides in his seat until his legs are all over the place)

ethan was trans too and al was crazy jealous of ethan’s arms… howd he get them so SWOLE

luke was his first supporter ok he would steal shit from the camp store and fight anyone who tried to pick on al… al was diehard loyal for a reason

i have more but these are all i can rlly recall for now HAHAHAHAHA