#tw bad women's anatomy

[panoralis]

❝  I  CAN’T  SEE  MYSELF  THROUGH  YOUR  EYES  ˒  𝐢.  astre’s  anatomy

STAGE  NAME  :  calista  ❪  칼리스타  ❫

BIRTH  NAME  :  roh  aejeong  ❪  노애정  ❫

ENGLISH  NAME  :  laurine

BIRTHDAY  :  july  9  ,  2002  ❪  cancer  ❫

BIRTH  PLACE  :  seosan  ,  south  korea

ETHNICITY  :  korean

KNOWN  FAMILY  :  father  ,  stepmother  &  younger  brother  and  sister 

LANGUAGES  :  korean  ,  french  ,  english  ,  japanese  &  chinese

⸻  𝐚.  darling  ,  how  do  i  LOOK ?

FACE  CLAIM  :  kang  hyewon  of  ex  -  iz  *  one

HEIGHT  :  one  hundred  seventy  point  two  centimetres  or  five  feet  seven  inches

BODY  MODIFICATION(S)  :  standard  lobes  ,  auricle  on  left  ear  &  tattoo  on  right  side  of  ribcage

⸻  𝐛.  watch  myself  bloom  through  the  DOWNPOUR .  

FLOWERS  :  there  is  little  to  nothing  that  scares  this  woman  .  she’s  been  put  through  a  haunted  house  and  somehow  ended  up  befriending  the  scare  actors  .  her  charisma  is  undeniable  ,  even  if  she’s  not  the  center  of  attention  ,  she  will  unintentionally  pull  people’s  gaze  towards  her  .  maybe  the  reason  people  can  connect  to  her  on  a  deeper  level  is  because  she  keeps  her  mind  open  to  anything  and  everything  .  

SHOWERS  :  she  gives  so  much  that  sometimes  ,  she  forgets  to  take  care  of  herself  .  and  no  one  ever  really  knows  because  she  conceals  the  “  bad  ”  parts  of  her  ,  especially  her  fatigue  .  there’s  also  times  where  it’s  like  she  talks  in  riddles  ,  rarely  disclosing  what  she  means  when  she  says  such  things  .

⸻  𝐜.  you  will  always  be  my  CELEBRITY !

LABEL(S)  :  source  music  entertainment  ❪  2016  -  2019  ❫  ,  belift  lab  ❪  2019  -  2023  ❫  &  astre  entertainment  ❪  2023  -  present  ❫

PROFESSION  :  actress  &  idol

GROUP  :  pandora

POSITION  :  rapper  ,  vocalist  &  dancer

YET  YOU  NEVER  FAIL  TO  WEAR  MY  SMILE  ˒  𝐢𝐢.  and  her  history  ❞

❪  tw  :  loss  of  a  parent  ,  irresponsible  management  ,  s*mu  and  b*lift  ❫

VINTAGE.  fairytales  portray  stepmothers  as  cruel  women  who  refuse  to  love  their  husband’s  child  .  and  honestly  ,  aejeong  wondered  if  she’d  be  like  cinderella  —  a  princess  who  had  an  evil  stepmother  after  her  birth  mother  passed  .  but  as  the  little  girl  came  to  learn  ,  not  everything  written  is  true  .  because  her  father  married  a  woman  who  loved  her  like  her  own  ,  who  was  willing  to  give  her  the  world  if  she  could  .  

by  the  time  she  turned  eight  ,  she  wasn’t  a  stepmother anymore  —  she  was  her  maman  .

CURRENT.  being  passed  between  companies  can  really  fuck  you  in  the  head  .  first  debuting  in  the  acting  industry  under  source  music  entertainment  ,  aejeong’s  contract  was  transferred  to  belift  lab  where  she  debuted  in  enhypen  .  once  the  seven  years  were  over  ,  it’s  no  surprise  that  she  refused  to  continue  her  contract  with  the  company  .  so  while  remaining  as  a  member  of  enhypen  ,  she  moved  into  astre  entertainment  and  was  introduced  as  the  tenth  member  to  the  public  .  calista  doesn’t  regret  it  ,  because  she’s  treated  fairly  and  gets  babied  by  her  new  members  (  you  know  ,  since  she’s  now  the  maknae  )  .

[mirandamckenni1]

The Reality of Growing Up with PURITY CULTURE in a Sex-Obsessed World Purity culture seems innocent and shiny on the outside, but when you look closer, understanding there are two sides to every coin, it gets dark and dangerous. Kendra and I take an honest look at the intentions of purity culture and how it often backfires and creates more issues including abuse and self hatred. Episodes with the Ex- Mormon Sex Therapist: LDS Sex Therapist Ousted for Views on Masturbation ft. Natasha Helfer https://youtu.be/vLPEna9SHWI?si=TRnvGfp0mK4IXP83 Mormon Sex Therapist's Reaction to Daily P*rn Use Ft. Natasha Helfer https://youtu.be/96BfXtqevTw?si=Bm1msxQY7n7vUJR3 Resources: Sex Education Website: https://ift.tt/C1jfemT Instagram: @natashahelfermft https://ift.tt/DR7utGH Find Kendra on Social! website with merch: https://ift.tt/FJ0zCr6 YouTube: @KendraLeeBryan IG: @thekendrab https://ift.tt/qX6iWdo FB: Kendra Bryan (the bad child) https://ift.tt/sl483Jj TT: @kendraleebryan https://ift.tt/jQ81p6h Support Shelise Any donations are welcome and appreciated to support the making of this podcast Patreon https://ift.tt/Yu0KQDv Venmo @sheliseann Find Shelise on Social media! Instagram @cultstoconsciousness https://ift.tt/RH8SNvu Host Instagram @sheliseann https://ift.tt/JXZaeo2 TikTok @cults.to.consciousness https://ift.tt/W4Kjz2o Twitter @cultstocon https://twitter.com/cultstocon 00:00:00 Intro 00:02:41 Find and follow Kendra! 00:03:50 What is "purity culture"? Kendra's experience 00:07:55 "Stumbling blocks" and Culottes instead of pants 00:09:51 Shelise's "shame shirt" stories 00:16:43 Government programs for "abstinence only" education 00:18:02 Purity balls.....it's a real thing.... 00:21:04 TW: SA- It's demeaning to label a woman as "pure" 00:27:26 Was Kendra taught about menstruation or her anatomy? 00:31:01 Making educated, informed, non-coerced decisions about your sexual choices 00:34:26 Actual data- Does purity culture work? 00:36:54 TW: SA 00:39:54 Purity culture is harmful to the LGBTQ+ community 00:41:17 TW: r*pe-Teen pregnancies are higher in states with abstinence only education 00:50:39 Repression causes more desire 00:51:36 Teaching nuanced consent is SO IMPORTANT 00:55:30 Advice from an Ex Mormon certified Sex Therapist on P*rn 00:58:50 Does purity culture and abstinence only ACTUALLY protect women? 01:06:48 Linda, listen Theme Song Produced and Composed by Christian Guevara **Disclaimer: Thanks for joining us at Cults to Consciousness. This storytelling podcast is meant to be for entertainment purposes only and does not substitute for medical advice. We may discuss triggering topics and we ask that you make your personal mental health a priority. Lastly, the opinions of our guests do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the host.** via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhVZrmShT6Y

[remember-to-be-gentle]

what about reader summoning a demon in desperation after losing their job but they summon the wrong one? (Enji? Madara? Dabi? Miruko? Up to u it could be any1)

I made a header for this fic because it kept getting buried in my drafts also this fic is for you demon tail fuckers.

Subject: BNHA, Demon!Dabi aka Touya Todoroki

Title: How Much Does a Pound of Flesh Cost? (NSFW, fem reader)

Trigger Warning: Murder, demon summoning, workplace harassment, non con, cannibalism, loss of virginity/bad women’s anatomy, tail penetration, blood, crying, reader is in pain multiple times

You couldn’t take it anymore. The harassment, the taunting, the rumors. HR didn’t help and God knew if your lazy as hell boss was going to so much as glance in the direction of your problems. So you’d had to turn to other means. 

It was a last resort, you’d told yourself that over and over again, only to be used if there was no other option. You couldn’t leave the job, it paid too well and no where would hire someone who quit after just three months on the job. Wiping tears out of your eyes, you drew the last parts of the upside pentagram on your hardwood floors, the chalk coming off in puffy chunks. 

The upside down pentagram was ugly, no lines straight or even, but it should work, after all, summoning a demon didn’t require artistic talent, just desire. You grabbed the demon summoning book you’d gotten off Amazon and flipped to the page you’d bookmarked with sticky tabs and dried tears. In broken Latin and probably the worst accent ever, you read the words you’d only spoken in your fantasies and closed your eyes. 

There was power in them, you could tell, though you weren’t sure exactly how much power would come from them. And just as quickly as the power had built, it crashed. Terrified your eyes shot open, fear gripping your heart. Had you failed? Did you really fail in your final attempt to save yourself?

And then you saw it.

Him.

The demon in the circle. 

He smirked at you from where he laid in the chalk, hair so dark red it was black, eyes blue as the hottest part of the flame, skin either charred in patches or pale and smooth, staples keeping it all together. Two bull-like horns grew from his head and a long devil’s tail whipped about behind him. “Hey, doll,” he said, “what can I do you for?”

You’d prepared yourself for this. Demons were tricky with their words and quick to act, it was best to find out what they wanted before you told them why they were summoned. “Tell me what I have to pay first.”

“Doll,” he groaned, his body rising like a rag doll. His head flopped forward, those burning blue eyes zeroing in on you, “I can’t bill you if you don’t tell me what you want.”

Shit, maybe you didn’t have the edge you thought you did. You swallowed and said, “I want... I want to make my coworkers suffer like they made me suffer. I want them to hurt—on the inside! I don’t want to see them bleed out or anything...” 

The demon made a rumbling noise, your apartment shaking with him, picture frames rattling and furniture shaking. “You wish for them experience the same pain you did, pain that’s on the inside...” He drifted closer to you, an electric aura of malice surrounding him, “And you don’t want to see them bleed. Tricky, tricky.” His tail whipped again. “I think I would like my price to be...” He stopped right in front of you and smiled wide, showing off sharp canines built for tearing flesh, “My price will be your mucous.” 

You blinked. “My mucous?”

He whipped his tail again, the tip of it suddenly right at your nose. “If you agree to the terms then eat of my flesh and your will shall become mine.” 

“Wait,” your mind was steal reeling from his price and now he wanted you bite his tail off? The book hadn’t said anything about this. 

“Every second you hesitate,” the demon growled, “is another second of your torment. Eat and be fulfilled.” 

“Fine, okay.” He really wasn’t giving you time to think about this. You opened your mouth and he thrust in his tail, hard, the tip making it halfway down your throat, choking you for as heat crowded your face. For several swollen seconds you stayed there choking on his tail before instinct had you slamming your teeth down. 

The tail snapped apart easily, the taste of pig skin a ghost on your tongue as the tail dropped down your esophagus and into your stomach. The weight of your deal hung heavily in your belly. 

Heat erupted from your stomach, the taste of smoke overpowering your senses, burning your nose until you collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Tears spilled over down your cheeks, carrying with it the sensation of burning, as if you’d been consumed in hellfire. The weight of the demon’s tail vanished. 

When you finally caught your breath, you saw the demon was gone, leaving no trace behind except for the chalk circle that had been reshaped to read D̦̠̝̻̱̦̮̲̫̅̃́͂̈́͢͝͞Ȧ̸̧̫̠̦̬̞͛̽͐͆͜͝B̵̝̼̗̠̺̳̓̈͌͊̔͊́̀͞I̵͎͔͔͍̫͛̊̏͘͜͠.

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With no idea when the demon would come back for his payment, you were left with no choice but to go to work. Your stomach twisted in terrorized knots. You didn’t want to confront them, look them in the eye and know that their hatred wouldn’t vanish without demonic intervention, but you’d used all your sick days and your rent wouldn’t pay itself. 

The building was empty, which wasn’t unusual this early in the morning, though it concerned you the security guards weren’t in their places. You got into the elevator and took a deep breath. Alright, 

You slowly entered the office and noticed first the silence. No fingers clacking keyboards. No rising bubbles from the water cooler. No idle chatter. No one seated in their cubicle. Nothing. Not even security making their rounds. 

As you walked through the maze of cubicles, a terrible stench invaded your nostrils, making your stomach twist. It was coming from the board room. You slowly made your way over, bile lapping at the back of your throat with each step closer, nausea swelling in your skull until you were dizzy. The carpet had claw marks coming from all over the office, as if something had been dragged away. Some cubicle walls were smashed or broken. You kept walking toward the smell. 

And then you saw it. 

Inside the glass meeting room, surrounding the large wooden table, were all your coworkers. Not a single one of them so much as twitched, their skin was purple and blotchy, nearly black in some spots. Internal bleeding, you recognized immediately, they’d either been beaten so bad their organs ruptured or something inside them had been torn them apart. Either way you needed to get out of—

“Hey doll,” Dabi the demon slithered out from the shadows, his voice making the room rumble like he had in your house, “like what I’ve done with the place?”

You stared at him in horror. “You... you did this?”

“I did,” he floated toward the table, newly regrown tail whipping behind him, “and it was fun, too. Its been a while since I’ve been asked to kill without leaving a trace. You’re a surprisingly naughty girl.” 

“No! I didn’t want you to kill them! I wanted them to hurt like I did—”

“Doll.” His voice terrorized you and forced you still, a demonic force so dark and ugly that your nearly vomitted. “You asked me to hurt them like they hurt you. You understand I can’t make them feel anything that isn’t...” He ran a blue fingernail over one of your coworkers darkened faces, “physical.” He wrapped his tail around their throat, shaking their head back and forth. “So I did what you asked, I made them hurt without letting them bleed out. All the bleeding is internal, where it’s supposed to be, and just like you requested.”

“No, no, you should have said something if that was the case! I didn’t want anyone to die!” 

“But then you wouldn’t have taken my deal,” he pouted, releasing your coworker to approach you, still floating, “and then I wouldn’t have gotten paid. Besides, didn’t they hurt you so badly you wanted to die? You summoned a demon to hurt them after all, and even agreed to pay my price.” 

His payment that’s right it was... mucous. “Why do you want mucous, anyway?”

He ran a hand down your nose and then hooked his finger into your nostril, forcing you to look up at him. Sharp pain erupted in your skin but the deadly look in his eye made you keep quiet. “Did you think this is what I wanted? Oh no, you poor silly, little thing. I don’t know a soul would have use for your disgusting boogers.” His tail whipped forward and slid into your pants, ungraciously rubbing against your slit, “This is the mucous I want. Your hymen.”

You tried to step away but Dabi hooked his fingers deeper, pulling up and making you scream from the pain. "You tricked me! I didn't agree to this!"

Dabi chuckled darkly. "Next time ask clarifying questions, babe." He sharply removed his fingers, letting you fall on the floor. He didn't let you catch your breath, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and throwing you on the table.

Your head hit the solid wood first, hard, marking your teeth rattle and skull bounce, the rest of your body forcing you to slide to the end of the table. A groan escaped your throat and when you tried to sit up, your face was just inches from your dead boss's. You shrieked and tried to scramble away, but Dabi pinned you down, one hand on your back, the other yanking your pants off. “Stop!” You screamed, “This isn’t what I wanted!” 

You felt his tail circle your entrance, the tapered point pressing into your clit until you squirmed. It pulled your panties aside and felt the slick that had gathered, far too much for just rubbing your slit. It must have been some kind of demon magic that got him what he wanted faster. “This isn’t about what you want anymore,” he sneered in your ear, “your request is fulfilled, now pay up.” His tail slid inside you, suddenly much larger than you remembered seeing or swallowing, stretching out your insides as the tapered point met your cervix. 

But it kept growing.  

The tail’s girth continued to swell inside you, breaking your tight rings of untouched muscle as your core clenched around it. No matter how much you wanted to hate it, it felt good all the way inside you, reaching parts of you that had remained clean until now, and then the pain kicked in again. 

The discomfort before had been an uncomfortable adjustment, slightly itchy if anything, but now it was searing, your insides feeling like they’d been torn apart and gutted. You shrieked, nails digging into the wood of the table. You swung your hips back and forth as if that would make him remove his tail but it only made the tip press harder against your cervix.

Dabi shoved your hips back down against the table. “Relax, I’m almost done.” 

Each swell of his tail was excruciating, tears welling up in your eyes from the pain. 

It seemed to reach a maximum painful girth, stuck inside you as your insides twisted. And faster than it had grown, his tail shrunk back down to normal and slid out of you. You could feel blood following after, dripping out of your entrance and onto the board meeting table.  

Dabi started to lift himself up and you thought he was done, contract complete, but you heard him unzip his pants and before you could process exactly what was coming next, something new pressed inside you. It didn’t hurt as much as the tail, but it was much hotter, pushing all the way inside you until something warm and squishy pressed against your clit. Your sore insides itched and clung at the object, making you whimper. “This,” Dabi groaned, “is your tip.” 

He pulled back and slammed back in, your torn core making you see stars from the sharp pain. His dick. He’d put this demon fucking dick inside you. You screamed and tried to thrash, but Dabi was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. All you really ended up doing was humping his cock and crying.

He simply ignored you and pumped roughly into you, his heavy balls slamming against your clit with each downstroke. You kept crying and thrashing and Dabi must have gotten annoyed with you because he growled, “You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Just stay still and let me take what I want.”

You choked out a sob, failing at swallowing the tears that slid down your cheeks and onto the table. With your boss’s dead eyes staring into you, you did your best to ignore the rough thrusting of the demon you’d sold your virginity to. You’d paid for revenge and lost far more than you’d bargained for. 

[nonobadcat]

May I present: men on the internet thinking they know what women want BNHA edition:

(Minors DNI: sex joke below the cut)

Bro... not even slightly appealing. Would you want to put your dick in a blender? No? Do you want a drill in your nose? No?!

Then why do you think I want a drill in my hoohaw?

Seriously, you need to not take porn literally.

[vtoriacore]

✧ oh, she wants you!

note: man im so damn whipped for the genshin women from inazuma so i couldn't help but write a lil' smth smth because there is an appaling lack of content for them and i won't stand for it any longer !!

tw: NSFW, [18+ fem!reader] - mentions of female anatomy, use of "mommy" in yae's, degradation, bondage, slight electric play

characters: yae miko, raiden shogun, kamisato ayaka, sangonomiya kokomi, naganohara yoimiya

synopsis: in which they can't help but want you all over them; just whose fault is it that you're so damn irresistible in every way, shape and form anyway?

✯; yae miko eating you out, not stopping after your third or fourth orgasm to show you who you belong to after seeing you spend too much time with another shrine maiden; she wants those pretty eyes on her at all times and she won't hesitate to show you that they should be by sending you straight to celestia with her tongue as she enjoys every mewl and moan that emits past your lips.

"hm? what was that? i can't make it out over the moaning, my pretty, dirty little slut. now be a good girl and take it as mommy wants you to, hm?" she'd feel proud of the way your fingers would cradle through her hair, pulling occasionally as you'd buck your hips into her face until you let that sweet aroma fill her very being. the way you beg and cry for more almost makes her climb on top to ride you, almost.

but rest assured, she won't stop until it's only her name you can utter by turning you into a babbling mess as her tongue penetrates your soaking pussy. by the seven, she just loved the way you tasted; how could she not lap your slick up untill you were an incoherent mess, until she couldn't help but engrave you into her senses so she never forgets how heavenly your sweet scent really is?

.

✯; ei blindfolding you and tying you up until you're left to hang from the ceiling by your wrists with the elaborate knots accentuating the curves of your divine body, not paying attention to your pleas as you whine for her tongue to run over every aching from the heat crevice of your supple skin. and although she wants to cave in so bad, she knows she has an eternity ahead of her to worship your body just as you always worship hers.

but even though she enjoys the sight alone, she lives for the way you shiver under her touch as she ghosts her slender fingers over your perked up nipples and the way you moan out her name in that sultry voice like the filthy little whore that you are for her every time; it gets her so wet she can barely stick to just simply watching you all wrapped up as originally planned.

the sensation of when she she sends a shock through your body using her vision leaves you breathless and wanting more, drool making its way down your chin and craving her skillful fingers deep inside you as she makes you sing her praise upon praise despite your mind not thinking of anything other than her body. but you don't mind doing so as long as you get to please your archon, and have her pleasure you in return for your endurance of her self-indulgent acts.

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✯; ayaka eyeing your form, tracing every curve of your body as a blush overtakes her features over the filthy thoughts she is having. how would you taste if she connected both your lips? would you like the way her hands roamed your body as she begged you to take her? will you press her up against a wall and have your way with her after she gives you the dirtiest lap dance of your life?

god, she couldn't wait for you to expertly touch her as you always do, rough but always making sure her pleasure comes first. it made her unfold so fast, all the embarrassment leaving her body as you'd gaze at her as if she was the one to hang all the stars in the sky. and she certainly knew she'd be seeing the stars you believed she hung by the end of her teasing.

so when the plush skin of her ass pushes against your thighs as she continues swaying her hips in a circular motion, you just can't help but squeeze and prod. how could you when she was practically inviting you to? and finally, when you've had enough teasing and grab her by her hips to bring her down (hard enough to leave bruises), ayaka knows that she won't be walking straight for the next week.

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✯; kokomi letting you sit on her lap, not knowing how difficult it wold be filling out the battle strategy diaries as you shift around on her thighs. it's not your fault your girlfriend looked so damn hot when she was chewing on her quill though, and kokomi wouldn't ever admit it but she loved the way you'd eye her lips everytime she did so.

you both knew it was a battle of who would snap first, and this time you were victorious as the prietess couldn't help but grow hot under your clothed cunt rubbing against her thigh and your perky breasts pressing up against her own chest creating this delightful friction she wanted more of. and despite you being a distraction, she couldn't help but want to ditch her duties and just have you use her as you please.

with how expertly your hand toyed with her underwear as you wore that annoyingly hot smirk which signified you winning this war for dominance, kokomi just had to submit and plead you to let those fingers thrust into her until she lost her mind instead. and who were you to deny her cute face, cheeks set ablaze and pretty pink lips forming a little kissable pout?

.

✯; yoimiya innocently bending down to set the fireworks alight on the hill of kangon island so they'd illuminate the warm, summer night sky all the while she grows flushed under your stare. you have been not so discreetly looking at her for the past 20 minutes with such intensity she thought she was going to burn up. but at the same time, she wanted nothing more but for you to continue.

"y-you know . . . if you want me, you can have me. i . . . i want you just as bad." she'd eventually mutter out in a moment of confidence, leaning closer into you to search your eyes as you gaze at her lips. and when you eventually close the gap, she can't help but lean into you, letting your hands explore her already flaming body.

yoimiya lives for the way your fingers trace the curves of her hips, the way you eventually slip your fingers under the apricot-orange happi she is wearing, the way you untie the sash holding it together to expose more of her body. and she most especially lives for the way you tell her you're the luckiest woman alive to have graced teyvat as you paint the skin of her neck a deep mauve colour with your lips.

[cat3ch1sm]

🌵| AYO part two of... do they eat pussy? this time it'll be hxh men! (for the record I very much will write nsfw abt women so if y'all want me to go and do a girls' edition then just let me know bc i absolutely will)

tws- mentions of knife play, overstimulation, blood

🐸| ft (some of the) phantom troupe, adult trio, pariston, kurapika+leorio x fem!reader<33 enjoy and ily!! part 3 will b out whenever I get the chance to publish<333

kurapika kurta

would rather be affectionate with you outside of physical touch but will definitely try it out. there will probably be lots of soft praise and reassurance as he grips your thighs, trying to be as accommodating as possible and make the experience pleasurable for you every time. he really doesn't know how good he is at it and is a little nervous about what your experience was, and he'll start blushing and shii when you cum in his mouth😩 he adores the sounds of your quiet moans and whimpers when he hits the right places.

tbh 100000/10 kurapika's face looks so pretty in between ur thighs

leorio paladiknight

leorio’s a doctor, so you better believe he’s familiar with the female anatomy. he knows where everything is and uses it to his advantage. it’s the one time he doesn’t act stupid- he’s really good at making you finish, focusing almost entirely on the pleasure centers like the clit and g-spot.

pariston hill

yes and is a huge fucking tease and makes you kinda wanna kill him. he'll go really slowly and just look up at you with that bitch ass smile like he isn't nose deep in between your thighs rn

he doesn't care if he messes up your clothes. pariston will eat u out while your skirt is still on so you'll stain it and humiliate yourself while he cleans his face up so it looks like he never touched you

makes these obnoxious licking noises when you cum just to fluster you and tell you what a slutty mess you are. don't expect any aftercare or some shit bc all he's gonna do is mock you and your pathetic whimpers

phinks magcub

will only do so when he's jealous or had a bad day. throwing you onto the bed, holding you down, and sucking your clit till u cry is the perfect pick-me-up

loves when you grab his hair and unconsciously push him into you more. he adores how desperate you get, and phinks gets to tease you about it later.

drinks every last drop of your cum once you finish- but even then, he probably makes u orgasm like two more times before just laying down beside you and making fun of you lmao

fr if you get bratty outside of the bedroom he'll just remind you of how much of a mess he can make of you- that shuts u up real quick but doesn't save you

uvogin

absolutely ravages you. he's so much bigger than you that he can't help but pin your legs to the bed and just eat you out for hours, relishing in the fact that you can't move an inch because of how strong he is

penetrates you with his tongue

will also finger you super slowly while licking your clit, he can't get enough of your pretty screams

will not stop until you're begging him to and squirting everywhere, thrashing wildly beneath his grip and your face sweaty and flushed. he loves to overstimulate you, with your clit red and swollen and extra sensitive and your hole leaking all over the mattress

even then, he may not be done

nobunaga hazama

will be actually quite gentle. he'll give your clit little flicks of his tongue and kiss in between your thighs, may or may not give you some soft praise

that is, until you start to whimper, asking him to speed up so you can cum

all of a sudden his grip will become a hell of a lot tighter

"stay still."

that's when he'll begin edging you, delivering long, slow licks to your clot while teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue, going fast enough to make you whine and cry out but not enough to allow you to meet your release

he'll tell you how good you taste just to make you blush

this man is all about edging. you're lucky if he lets you cum at all

feitan portor

it is rare he eats you out- in fact, it's rare for you two to do anything sexual at all. he doesn't have that high a sex drive

but when he sees you smiling a little too much in someone else's direction, or prancing around in a skirt a little too short for his liking around another guy, that's when he's at 100

he'll hold your clit between his teeth while he fingers you slowly and licks at your entrance, taking a sinister amount of delight from your desperate pleas to go just a little faster

occasionally he'll lean up to look at you, kissing you ravenously with your sweet, sticky juices on his lips

he'll still be fingering you at his agonizing pace when he pulls out his blade, abruptly slitting three bloody lines into your thigh that form the letter 'F'

as you wince from the sting, feitan dips back down and plunges his tongue straight into your entrance, making you cry out and writhe with his hand pressing your marked thigh to the bed

"you belong to me."

shalnark

yes and will probably have a whole conversation with you while he does so. you're a moaning mess and the sheets beneath you are soaked and he's just like "so what do you think of my latest ability? i think it's pretty cool, but..."

he fully expects you to answer too. like bestie what

and when you don't he'll slide a finger into you and repeat what he said casually, waiting for a reply. he keeps this up until you have no choice but to answer because you're so overstimulated and literally cannot take any more

chrollo lucilfer

soft dom energy

he'll probably do this usually to help you relax if not solely for his own pleasure

chrollo is actually a huge tease. he'll eat you out at totally inappropriate times- like if you're out to dinner he'll pretend he dropped something, slip under the table and next thing you know you're trying to order for both you and chrollo while he's between your thighs, eating you out to his heart's content

plants butterfly kisses on your clit and whispers soft praises in your ear, gently placing a hand over your lips to quiet your whines

makes sure he catches all your cum in his mouth.

will certainly overstimulate you then proceed to edge you. one second your body is shaking so much you can't even speak and the next you're begging chrollo to keep going, keep licking, make you cum. when you try and finish the job yourself chrollo grabs your wrist and begins to gently lick your aching bud himself, slurping softly with his eyes never leaving yours- but with the smallest amount of pressure possible. you will probably be in tears but at least he's a god at aftercare

illumi zoldyck

he doesn’t have much of a sex drive, but he really doesn’t mind eating you out every once in a while mostly for his own pleasure. illumi might edge you a bit, but mostly he just likes to give you what you want- steadily sucking your clit and pumping his long fingers in and out of you until you come in his mouth. do him a favor and hold his hair back- he doesn’t like getting too messy, although illumi loves to see you orgasm.

hisoka morow

this is self explanatory

[lunatic-pudge]

I saw your 2-D headcanons and I’m wondering if you have any others about the Noodle or Russel, (just because there’s already so much out there about Murdoc already) you don’t have to do both or either if you don’t want to

How about this, I give you headcanons for BOTH Noodle and Russel? I know how hard it can be to find stuff for them so allow me to offer something. Also, if anyone want to ask stuff, please do! I need ideas and I wanna give the people what they want! It can be for Gorillaz and/or the Gangreen Gang, I've been thirsting over Snake recently and I need some Snake content plz. :D

TW for Russel, I bring up SH with him.

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Russel

• I've always pictured Russel to be Asexual. I just feel like he wouldn't have a sexual attraction towards people. He def prefers the romantic aspects of a relationship. This was probably something that he struggled to understand at first, but then once he found out about Asexuality it all clicked and he was finally able to find peace with that part of him.

• His biggest struggle of all has always been his mental health. He tries to get help for it but nothing seems to work and it hurts to know. He's actively advocates for mental health awareness and suicide prevention. He also suffers from self harm, not as much as he used to but the urges are strong and hard to fight. He tries his hardest to seem strong and able to handle anything but sometimes he has days where he doesn't even want to get out of bed cause of how miserable he feels.

• Out of him, 2D, and Murdoc, he's def the most Father-like towards Noodle. He sees her as his daughter and was the one who had a set schedule for her when she was a child. He was the one she would go to at night when she'd have nightmares. He would always make sure that when it came to food, she had the best and only the best. I can see him helping her with embracing her Japanese heritage and even learned the language so he could speak to her and help her! Has probably even taught her about his out heritage as well and they def bonded over it all. This man is a 12/10 Father for her.

• Def knows MMA, and other types of fighting styles. Growing up how he did, he had to learn these skills in order to survive. But I see him being more of a pacsifist cause of it so he will only fight in self-defense, but would do boxing charities cause he good boy. Has taught Noodle how to defend herself.

• Is the best out of all of them when it comes to cooking. Is always trying new recipies. Has all sorts of cook books from different cultures. He and Noddle are the ones deligated to cooking, Murdoc and 2D are banned from the kitchen. He knows how to even make the most difficult dishes and would even have some of the most hard to get spices, he's the reason why Noodle is also a good cook.

• Taxidermy is his passion. If you wanna be his S/O, you better also be into taxidermy as well. Imagine working on a project with him, yeah it'll be gross and tedious, but it's Russel so it makes it all the better. He has countless anatomy and zoology books he constantly reads so when he works on an animal, it looks as alive as he can make it. You'll never see a bad taxidermy project from him.

• Also loves to paint. Will go to national parks and paint the scenery. Tries different types of paint but I see him like oil paints the best. Will go to art museums to study the works in there. This man is always looking to improve his craft.

Noodle

• I will forever say that Noodle is a lesbian. You'll have to pry this from my cold, dead hands. She will never give men the time of day. She just can't see her self being with a guy. Though it's hard having a relationship when they keep getting scared away by the rest of the band (mainly Murdoc). You can find her at LGBT+ clubs hitting on all the cute women who talk to her.

• Def an alt girl. She's the hot goth girl that appears on your For You page on Tik Tok. She'd be blasting J-Rock day and night, going to concerts for bands such as Dir En Grey. She'd wear Demonia's just so she can be tall for once. You know damn well she has a Demonia collection and has mastered the art of walking (and even dancing!) in them. She's gotta impress the ladies somehow!

• Has a MASSIVE video game collection. From retro to new, she's always playing something. Is def an avid Animal Crossing player. Has a super beautiful town and some top tier villagers. She'd be the type to trap unwanted villagers with pitfalls or making holes around them so the can't move. I can also see her doing some competitive gaming as well. She'd be owning them smelly neckbeards and when they throw a fit about losing to a female, she'd laugh in their faces like the bad bitch she is.

• She'd be the type of person at conventions to give foul smelling people deoderant and protect those who are getting harassed. She would hand make her outfits and is open to pictures, just no touching though. Is always buying stuff at cons and leaving with handfuls of stuff. She loves supporting small creators and will have the stuff she bought hung up in her room, she rotates stuff so everything has a chance to be up on her walls.

• I see her owning some exotic or less conventional animals. She'd either own a snake, rats, a hedgehog, a fox, or other animals. I feel she would be a rat mom most of all. And she'd give them such an amazing life! They would have such a huge cage and all the things they could ever want and need. She would let them free roam in her room and has over a dozen photoalbums of her precious babies.

• I can see her having children and being child-free. She would be a good Mother if she ever has kids but I know kids aren't everyone's forte. But if she chose to be child-free, I doubt she'd bring it up often. She'd most likely keep it to herself and when it comes to relationships, she'd bring it up first so they knew where her stance on having kids is at. She doesn't want to hurt her S/O's feelings.

[hvrbingers]

[ quintessa swindell | non-binary | they/he | twenty-five ] ——   welcome to grimrose, hunter king. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a newcomer who has been in town for one year, especially since you spend most of your days as a firefighter/paramedic at grimrose firehouse? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little impulsive more than you are loyal… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of (i just) died in your arms by cutting crew and flirting on the edge between life and death, finding comfort in chaos, not knowing who you are anymore but trying to find it, and missing a person so much you pretend it doesn’t exist, hope to see you around, hunter.

full name — hunter king nickname(s) — hunny ( only by their brother and it’s to annoy him )  name meaning — one who hunts, pursuer age — twenty-five date of birth — november 3rd place of birth — bronx, nyc current location — grimrose, nh gender — non-binary pronouns — they/he sexual orientation — bisexual religion — atheist  occupation — paramedic/firefighter  education level — paramedic school  family — roscoe king ( father, estranged ), marianne tinley ( mother, estranged ), jordan king ( brother ) finances — could be better spoken languages — english, spanish  voiceclaim — quintessa swindell powers — oxikinesis , the power to manipulate oxygen 

inspos: rue bennett ( euphoria ) , tk strand ( 911 lone star ) , meredith grey ( greys anatomy ), jo march ( little women ), amy antsler ( booksmart ), jeremy gilbert ( the vampire diaries ), crystal ( marvel, 616 ), willow rosenberg ( buffy the vampire slayer ), steve harrington ( stranger things ), hayley marshall ( the originals ), nick miller ( new girl ), ian gallagher ( shameless ), sarah ( palm springs ), shawn hunter ( boy meets world )

tws: parental negligence, npc character death on the job non descriptive

hunter was raised by their aunt and brother, and new york city was their playground. it wasn’t a magical childhood by any means but it was so because their brother tried to make it one for them. they are thick as thieves in every sense, trying their best to make a bad situation good, and most often did. 

their parents weren’t meant to be parents, it was just their unfortunate draw of the cards, but sometimes they’d send a postcard to where their parents ended up, but after a while they stopped coming, and phone calls would get shorter and shorter, but you can’t miss something that you never had. 

hunter was always a very active child, could never sit in one place too long, and it would later bite him in the ass during high school, making friends with the wrong people and doing reckless things that would land them in trouble, but their brother would always bail them out no matter what it was. 

when you live your life in the fast lane it’s easy to get caught in it, but by the time they graduated high school ( barely ), it was time to make some choices. the best thing that hunter ever did was become a paramedic, they were smart enough to do it, but no one else believed in them too which drove them to be the best. 

long gone were the days of recklessness, and traded for a uniform that fit them nicely in nyc. their partner joined when they did and everything was going just fine. it was like the other could think about what the other was going to do without saying anything, they had balanced each other out in ways that hunter would never understand–they were each other’s best friends and person. and if there had been feelings there, well, hunter would never say it. 

life is easier as a young adult, their brother was just starting to become someone and hunter was finally making enough money to get a place of their own, and those bad decisions that used to haunt them as a teenager weren’t as bad, and whenever their parents would come unannounced it didn’t put them in a spiral that it used when they came around. 

a lot of that changed during a bad call, the details are blurry to hunter, they’ve blocked a lot of it out to protect themselves but their partner died on the job, and there’s just a small inkling that they could have prevented it. it would lead hunter into a spiral of ‘what ifs’ that they could never fix or leave behind even if they tried. 

they spent that first year without their partner deteriorating but doing their best, whatever partner they were given never lasted long, hunter had always been an easy person to get along with but after the fact something had fundamentally changed within them. they found it hard to trust people, and more importantly, trust themselves, they thought about quitting but then that would prove what all his old teachers had thought about him, so he had stayed in the job. it didn’t help that his partner’s family always reached out to ask if hunter was okay when all they wanted to do was isolate themselves. 

a lot of that changed about a year ago, when they got a postcard from a town that their father grew up in with nothing else. it had been a couple of years since hunter had heard from their father, and despite how things were going back in nyc they knew that they needed to follow their gut. 

this is how they find themselves in grimrose now, working at the fire station, still as a paramedic, with a new partner, and a power that they don’t understand that can make or break someone. 

headcanons: 

generally hunter is easy to get along with, but they have a lot of regrets 

with their powers it truly is make or break, it’s dangerous and could make hunter the luckiest paramedic or feels like a curse, but they don’t even realize that yet 

hunter changed their name before high school and their brother jordan was very accepting of it, they are very close and probably rely on each other too much. 

very much into snakes & reptiles, owns a mexican black kingsnake and will talk your ear off about it 

lowkey a slut, truly trying to fill the void in anyway but like it’s fine they’re hot i cannot blame them 

despite their powers – they’ve always been a good paramedic, they take a lot of cases and patients to heart, it’s a tough job with little pay but they think that it’s worth it 

honestly probably just needs a hug

[sinfulskywalker]

Any hcs of Vader giving Luke “The Talk” 😏?

You're damn straight I do.

NSFW

TW: mild infantilism/Possessiveness/Skywalker hijinks and language

Possessive!Vader

No, no, no, no. This isn't happening. Luke is a little boy still. Fourteen is too young to wonder of sex.

He limit's Luke's Holonet time because honestly where in the world would that boy get the idea of sex? It had to be those stupid Holodramas that only old women and apparently his son are infatuated with.

Luke is blushing and can't look at him in the eye as he hands him his permission slip. "I have to see a movie tomorrow on it. Can you just sign it and get it over with?"

No, Vader does not and will not sign it. He pulls his son out of The Imperial Academy and hires tutors instead. Luke gives him hell for it for weeks on end, claiming he misses his friends and he's bored having to listen to multiple old men bore the hell out of him.

He's going to keep Luke as ignorant as possible.

When Luke brings up the topic all Vader does is belittle him. Humiliation usually gets Luke to shut up. "You think you're ready to learn about sexual intercourse and yet you cannot reach the top shelf in the pantry? You're adorable." and "Aw, but why would you ever need to know of sex? You're going to be my little boy forever. Remember when you said you wanted to marry Daddy when you were four Lukey? I think you should just stay with Daddy forever so your heart isn't broken by some whore who tricked you into loving them."

Dad!Vader

"On the diagram given to you, son, you will see the male anatomy. This is completely normal for an expectation of what's to come when you develop and grow more in the years down the line. Now, bellow the waist, you'll see the penial-"

A snicker errupts. Vader stops talking to look up. Luke has his hand over his mouth as his shoulder shake. He can't hold his laughter to save his life.

"Please pay attention. In the Penial area, you'll notice the testicles-"

Now Luke is snickering, his pearly white teeth on display and tears rolling from the corners of his eyes. The Dark Lord Vader is infront of him saying words like testicles

"Son, if you aren't going to take this seriously then we shall have a conversation about your behavior." Vader crosses his arms. Luke tried to stop, he really did. Vader decides to move onto the female anatomy considering Luke is just giggling with the male slides he's providing.

That only proves to be worse when Luke starts hollering, "Holy Force, the size of those tits!" Vader finds it hard to resist the urge to facepalm.

Dad!Anakin

Anakin uses stuffed animals.

"One day two Banthas met. The boy bantha thought the girl bantha was so pretty that he decided to ask for a kiss. And so the boy Bantha kissed the girl Bantha. When the boy Bantha left to fight some bad guys with some wicked moves and tricks that stunned the evil Sith, The by Bantha came home a hero and noticed The girl Bantha had two little Baby Banthas with her to be a family. And that is how the boy Bantha became a Daddy and the girl a Mommy that's where babies come from."

Luke believes it. Leia calls him the dumbest Nerf Hearder in the Galaxy.

Luke then asks his father if it's okay for boys to like other boys. Anakin didn't faint. He didn't. Whatever Obi-Wan says is a lie, he didn't. But yes, Luke, he eventually tells him.

"Good because I wanted you to meet my boyfriend, Din."

Anakin faints again.

[twigon0metry]

The Female Experience (Through My Eyes)

 Before I begin with yet another one of my annual multi-paragraph discourse posts, I want to clarify that this is not a coming-out story. I felt pulled to share my thoughts around my own experiences with gender in today’s day and age as a Christian, which is something I don’t see most people speaking about. My desire is to share my experiences in order that other Christians like me can be reassured that they are not alone, and it is normal to doubt. I wish to be the representation I needed back when I was struggling. 

TW I do talk about my faith and how it connects to who I am, however, I am sharing my personal experiences, so I hope it is more accessible than offensive--if you are not a christian, you are more than welcome to engage as well.

Here we go!

 I’ve never felt like a woman. When I was a child, I didn’t feel like a girl, either. I doubt there is a single point in my life in which I have actively felt and identified with what the world deems to be female. I was never distressed, but I did feel different sometimes. Not in the way that one might feel wearing pants in a room full of other girls in dresses, but in the way that I was myself and they were something else. I did things differently, I acted differently, and people could tell. “Quirky”, “Bold”, “Different”, “Confident” are all descriptors I’ve heard many a time, and I’ve been lucky that they’re positive. These aren’t bad things, and I am in no way complaining—just explaining that even people around me could see that I was different.

 Not once did I question myself until I reached the age that the internet became a larger part of my reality. The most I’d ever done was watch my testimony play on the screen in the green room at church, on the day I was baptized, noticing how my mouth moved funny when I talked. Or perhaps, observing my spindly limbs in a photograph, suddenly and uncomfortably aware of how differently my body moved in the world. But later on, as I immersed myself in our society, observing its movements in order to understand, I began to feel further and further away.

The only people I saw who were like me, were not women.

 To the tiny part of my lizard brain, this had to mean something, and my OCD latched onto it like a moth to a flame. Any suggestion to this end sent my mind spiraling. I felt an intense need to define who I was by a label of some sort, in order that I might fit in, or perhaps prove myself, or maybe, to truly find rest.

 I had to discover what being a woman meant, because if I didn’t, I was afraid I might not be one. I had to know what a woman was in order to be sure I was one. But finding no connection to what I saw femininity to be, I had no choice but to leave my questioning in the dark, unanswered.

 When I tried to think of the things that defined femininity, I could only think of the warped things I was bent upon rebelling against. Besides being generally uncomfortable with my anatomy, I hated that women were reduced to the sicky-sweet, seductive, rose-tinted narratives I saw all around me. So what was left? Nothing, except my own feelings and how I perceived myself. And when I thought about it, I didn’t perceive myself as a woman, just as myself. There were no “female” feelings to be found, either.

What I’ve finally come to realize, however, is that those two concepts can coexist. Woman, and me—that is, everything that makes me myself.

 If, say, I were to come out as nonbinary, or, agender, the more specific microlabel for those who don’t identify with gender (discovered during one of my obsessive internet searching phases), to be honest, I’m really not sure it would help me. Because I know that no matter what I did to change myself, even if it was no more than try my best to continue being genuine, being myself—the reality of womanhood would always follow me. I would still be seen within the binary of male and female, and my sex would always affect how I was treated by others. And beyond that, I would merely be stepping outside of one box into another—just as society pressures women to be feminine, I have seen how nonbinary people are pressured to be androgynous, to be not female, or not male, or a specific mixture of both that has to be palatable to others in just the right way. If I pursued this path of fitting into boxes, it would undoubtedly be a painful one, because to me, I fit perfectly in neither.

 Soon I realized that the problem, for me, is with the warped stereotypes associated with being a woman, and not being a woman itself. Woman, as a term, was not the box I had always thought it to be—if anything, it was more like a garden, and the garden grows what it will, no matter what I choose to plant.

 I have always been myself. Woman has always been a part of that, subconsciously, as a reality of my existence. But it never did, and doesn’t have to, hold the weight I thought it did. I am a Christian, but if I were to ask myself if I felt like a Christian, that would in turn raise the question of “how do I know what being a Christian feels like?”. I am also 20 years old. I do not feel like I am 20, but the reality is that that is the amount of time I have existed in this world, outside of the womb, for. (Quite frankly, most days I still feel like a teen.) I am also 5.9”, or to be specific, 175cm. But if someone were to ask me if I felt like I was 5 feet 9 inches, I wouldn’t be able to answer that, because I don’t feel like it, it just is.

To me, womanhood is the same. I am a woman, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than it already does. It doesn’t mean I have to conform to what the world says a woman is like to be one—as a matter of fact, it doesn’t mean I have to act any certain way at all, since it is nothing more than an immutable trait of my flesh. I can ignore it, but I cannot avoid it. Regardless of anything I do or say, it is there, and it is what I was born with. I do not have to hate it, nor do I have to find joy in it—because it simply is, the way it is true that I have arms, I have hair, I have a face. I have a woman’s mind, a woman’s body, a woman’s soul, and to reject that would only hurt me further.

 Don’t get me wrong, femininity is important. I’m still on a journey to find out what it means. But my feelings aren’t the most important aspect of that, and to give them weight would only enforce the very things I sought to avoid.

 When God met Moses in the desert hundreds of years ago, He gave this response to being asked His name—“I am.” God is God. He simply is. He does not prove Himself to anyone, nor does He change Himself to fit one box or another, or force Himself to sit outside of them entirely. He rests in His identity and His way of being, perhaps like a cat stretches out and lies in the sun, its decisions not at all swayed by the musings of man.  

I don’t identify as a woman, I just am one.

 At this point, since I have little understanding of biblical femininity outside of how the world has warped it in misogynistic ways, this I believe is how I can glorify God with my femininity. He made me the way I am, with the things I like, what I do, and how I think. He also made me female. And the best thing for me to do for my anxious, restless mind is to abide in that “I am”—I am who He made me to be, messy parts, clean parts, parts that fit and parts that don’t. Woman is weaved so intricately, gently, within that, as part of who I am and how I experience the world. To reject that would mean I really do believe what society tells me about who I am—nothing but my own thoughts and feelings, crammed into an empty box painted with purple, yellow and white stripes.

[mlm-mod-taka]

hi, if it’s okay could I have byakuya, Hajime, shuichi, and kiibo with a ftm reader who menstruated on the sheets while they stayed the night? Maybe some comfort and validation sprinkled in, it happened to me irl with my past partner and was really embarrassing,,

ON YOUR PERIOD • byakuya, hajime, shuichi, k1bo x trans ftm reader

of course! that does sound quite embarrassing, im currently on my cycle, which really isn't all that great since it does give me a bit of dysphoria. anywho, i hope these headcanons are good, enjoy!

tws/cws: mentions of blood, bottom dysphoria & bruises.

|| -> mod taka <3

i've adressed before that i think byakuya is an extremely light sleeper, so the moment he feels a liquid seep slightly on his side, he's wide awake, shaking you up to see what was dripping on the sheets.

when he turns on the lights and sees that its blood, he's immediately checking your body to see if you were injured by something. when you say that you weren't injured, he asked why theres blood on the bed. and then, it clicks.

he's silent for a moment, before apologizing for his cluelessness. there are times where he forgets that your anatomy is originally female.

he'll go ask for his servants to clean the sheets, making sure to only ask the women in the staff to do the task, not wanting to embarrass you too much.

also asks the other ladies in the crew to buy tampons/pads/menstrual cup/pantyliner, he'll buy whatever you need, including food if you're the type to have cravings during this period.

he definitely knows alot about menstrual cycles because of his science classes, so no need go get humilitated in front of him.

buys you a heat pad if your cramps ever get really bad, so you can go back to sleeping comfortably after the whole situation happened.

it really doesn't matter to him, you're still a man in his eyes. this day will probably fade into the back of his mind, only remembering when you mention it. it really is irrelevant to him, he loves you no matter what.

probably the deepest sleeper out of everyone, so he only notices when he's waking up and looks over to your side of the bed, getting overwhelmingly worried when he sees a red liquid under you.

after a small while of trying to figure out why you were bleeding, it hits him. unlike byakuya, he does know that you're afab, because he needs to keep track of your binder time.

still, it does surprise him, either way. he probably knows the least out of this group when it comes to periods, but he isn't dumb, he knows the basics at least.

wakes you up so he can clean the bedsheets. when you express that you're embarrassed, he tells you not to worry about it, its a normal thing and he really doesn't get why other guys are digusted by it.

will go out at like, 6am to the nearest grocery store if you need more pads and things of that nature. he'll buy you some chocolate as well, he's heard from his female classmates that they crave sweets during that week.

gives you massages if you're ever sore anywhere. he just looks like the type that knows how to give a good massage whenever you need one.

if you're having any bottom dysphoria because of the fact that you still get your period, he's quick to say that body doesn't matter, and whatever you are is right no matter what.

that day becomes one where you two can joke around about it. its sort of like an inside joke, he doesn't take it in a negative way.

when he wakes up and sees the red liquid around the bottom part of your body, he immediately realizes why its there. knows quite a bit about periods, he's not that knowledgable on it compared to actual women, but he knows more than the basics.

has a stash of menstrual items in his bathroom. he has alot of his afab friends come over, and he wants them to be comfortable talking to him about such topics and prepared, just in case.

he asks what you use and will go get it from his bathroom, and makes you breakfast so you can eat in bed. he's heard how painful cramps can be during these times, so he'll offer to put his warm hands on any part thats cramping, since he doesn't have a heating pad.

writes a note to buy a heating pad for his stash though. will also stock up on candies and junk food for any craving you or his friends have.

will make sure that you're extra careful when walking around. he's heard that people tend to bruise more often when they're on their period, and he doesn't want you to get injured.

will attend to your every need. if you're like me and have a part of their body that hurts every time you have your menstruation, then he'll make sure that you take it easy so you're not feeling so much pain.

won't judge you if you're ever over emotional over something that he thinks isn't that big of a deal. he knows its just a temporary thing, and therefore he can just wait until you're finished with the week.

doesn't see you as any less of a boy when this happens. sure, you were born with a female body, so what? you're a boy at heart and thats all thats valid to him.

do you know those apps that keep track of your periods and tries its best ot predict whenever your next cycle will start? k1bo is the walking, living version of that app for any afab person.

most of your other classmates use him as a calendar for their menstruation, and he's almost always right. so, when you unexpectadly bleed all over his dorm bed sheets, he's more worried than disgusted.

puts a mental reminder in his head to readjust somethings with the calendar function, all while he goes to clean the bed and your clothes, also going to get you some new boxers and clothes.

since he's a robot, his whole body has a self heating feature, so theres no need for any heating pads, his hands can do a much better job at providing heat.

does a quick scan of your body to see which material would work better for soaking up the blood. if you're too embarrassed to do that, then he'll just buy one pack of each.

he's your go-to buddy if you ever want more information about your body during shark week, he's researched alot about this topic, so he doesn't mind telling you some things about it.

he's probably had some of his code changed and modified by miu to be open minded and sensitive when it comes to certain topics, and this is definitely one of them. he's very open to others talking about their cycles, he doesn't understand why its taboo in other areas to do so.

doesn't really pay mind to the fact that you're a trans man that still gets his period, it's a big disconnect in his brain as to why it would prove your identity wrong. he'll be by your side no matter what, so you can always count on him to validate you.

[sparklypinktutu1]

Why are trans women so obsessed with knowing all of cis women’s secret and private sexual/anatomy stuff? What good or bad shit do they get out from those “inner circle secrets”? Is it truly a fetish and pervert boundary-breaking thing??

I think it is also the fantasy that they will get accepted into the private inner circle of women and be able to participate in secret, female-only stuff (which they think includes sharing tampons with each other). Posting about tampons on TikTok and other places is part of the fantasy; it's aspirational for other transwomen watching it, and the transgal doing the posting gets pleasure both from building up his fantasy and from knowing that other TW envy his “successful invading of the cis women’s inner circle”. Trans women get really horny from doing that privacy and boundary breaking into women’s private/honest/sexual talk kinda thing, they think how they just wanna fuck those cis women at the same time as knowing secrets and just “being with the girls”. Idiotic.

In reality, not only is "sharing tampons" a fantasy, but these males AMAB will never be accepted into cis aka bio women's inner circles or honest secret talk circles. Not even the handmaidens & pickmes actually want to hang out with the transgals in real life(thats why got so many transwomen-exclusionary antifeminist pickme women, they will say “obey males but if they act femme or wear a wig or get the penis inversion surgery, these pickmes dont respect you either”), handmaiden support of brave transwomen extends to commenting enthusiastically on posts to show how enlightened they are, lip service to earn virtue signal points for clout and nothing else. Most men who have already transed out know this deep down, about the “gals and women’s most honest secret talk circle” when they get together, which is part of why they're so bitter and miserable and always trying to bring up sexual and private stuff in conversations with cis girls.

Even when pickme was being nice to the 'good' ones that thought were mentally ill there were still things she wouldn't tell them. I don't just mean about periods, I also mean things about sex or relationships. Things that would talk about frankly to other cis women, especially other cis lesbians. Trans “women” don't seem to realize that people go through the world in various states of code switching behavior. I have friends that I would talk to about interests that are a mix of all different types of people and I don't behave the same way I would if I was talking to close friends about something like to do with relationships. They don't get that people want private spaces like that. Trans “women” can always have privacy - because you will never understand their struggle as an evil exclusionary cis oppressor - but you cissies can't apparently. What kills them deep down is they know cis women do and are talking privately about the deep sexual/anatomy, relationship stuff with each other, and they cant ever share or break into that part. The other thing I've noticed is that trans women often try and force this very false, intense bond with people, like the equivalent of FORCING CHEMISTRY TO TRY TO GET SEX from PUA and straight men. Perhaps it is because they are terminally online shut-ins but I don't believe anything people tell me about themselves on the internet until they've proven themselves. Too many LARPers. I don't think people have much in the way of cynicism online anymore and that was always what I thought was basic internet safety 101.

The 'good' ones of trans women will still try and push their way into private areas of your life and probe for your secret frank talk though, like they MUST be included or else they will violate the boundary by force, fear or mindfuck, the 3 basic male misogynist techniques. Sometimes I look back and think I prefer the types who aren't hiding the fact they are shitty people, or have issues, because they don't get into your head and manipulate aspects of you that thinks you are dealing with a human being in pain and not a narcissist, unlike those more desperate “low-value” trans women who have the crazy eyes look. Trans women also put cis women’s beauty and sexual stuff before their humanity and dignity too, just like most men.

[ninalitediting]

Writing Periods

Disclaimer: I am not an expert and this research is not extensive. I would recommend doing more research if writing on this topic. Also, a lot of information on periods is gendered so keep in mind that nonbinary people can get periods as well. Opinions regarding periods differ by culture so keep that in mind in your research

General

What is a Normal Period?

What’s up with periods?

Feeling Uneasy About Your Irregular Period? Here's What You Can Do

5 Things You May Not Know About Your Period

13 Thoughts Every Woman Has During Her Period

Anatomy

Female Reproductive System

Your Guide to the Female Reproductive System

The Female Body

Hormones

What Happens to Your Hormone Levels During the Monthly Cycle?

All about Hormones During Your Period

Products

Category:Feminine hygiene brands

How do I use tampons, pads, and menstrual cups?

9 Unusual Period Products That Can Actually Make Your Cycle Better

4 Genius Alternatives to Traditional Pads and Tampons

Cramps and Other Symptoms

What Are Menstrual Cramps?

7 Ways Gynecologists Deal With Period Cramps

How to Know If Your Period Cramps Are Normal

Period pain can be “almost as bad as a heart attack.”

Period pain: why do so many women suffer from menstrual cramps in silence?

7 Reasons Your Period Is Making You Feel Emotional

6 Weird and Awful Period Symptoms That Aren't Cramps

How to Deal with Premenstrual Mood Swings

PMDD

What Is Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD)?

Premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD)

My experience of Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD)

TW: mentions of anxiety, depression, and suicidal thoughts

11 Women With PMDD Share What It's Really Like

TW: mentions of suicidal thoughts, depression, anxiety

Nonbinary People Who have Periods 

Note: I will explore this topic more in my research for writing trans and nonbinary characters//also, when doing your own research, watch out for articles/posts/etc. made by TERFs

What it’s like to get your period when you’re trans

My First Period as a Non-binary Menstruator

What Trans & Non-Binary Menstruators Should Know About Periods

Here’s What It’s Like To Get Your Period When You’re Not A Woman

Yes, Trans Women Can Get Period Symptoms

TW: mentions of TERFs

My Time of the Month as a Transgender Woman

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Old School Twilight FFN masterpost

Clock the pub dates on these fics. I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve been kicking around the twilight fandom for 10 years.

Faking It

Half of Hollywood's most famous couples are faking it. That's how Bella Swan's publicist convinces her to pretend to date troubled Hollywood bad boy Edward Cullen. And she'll do anything for her band and her music.

114k+ All Human (AH) Fake Dating AU

My review: okay from what I can remember of this fic is that Bella, Emmett, and Rosalie are in a band and they want to spice up Bella’s image. Edward was the leading action man and they need to reform his image from bad boy to nice guy.

Only Human

A wish sends Bella back in time to Chicago, 1918, and to a human Edward.

66k+ Time Travel Au kind of post BD? But like it no Pregnancy and Bella is still human

My review: I! Think! About! This! Fic! To! This! Day!!!!! There is a sequel fic that is from Edwards pov called “Anatomy of a Human” and MAN IS IT GOOD TOO!!! This fic explores Edwards life as a human and what would have happened if he met (current) Bella then. Very interesting. Edward is soft.

Blood And Lust

Edward is having trouble balancing his urges for Bella's blood and Bella's body before the wedding. What started out as a simple "Practice Fic" has become a retelling of BD from EPOV that lets us see just how much he struggles for control at every turn.

133k+ EPOV rewrite of BD

My review: this fic is the reason why my memory of BD is so rusty just because I reread this fic so much as well as BD. So I never know if I’m remembering something that happened in this fic or in BD. Warning: there some weird misogynistic undertones that show up throughout??? Like it’s heavily implied (I think even blatantly stated) that male vampires have to dominant their mates in bed or otherwise their mate won’t respect them. That’s weird. Anyways it’s hot.

Geek Love

Humor, romance, healing and rampant geekitude collide in this Edward & Bella love story. "A funny, quirky love story about two computer geeks whose playful friendship turns into something more." Chokin' the Rubber Chicken blog.

84k+ AH Office Au TW: past rape/sexual abuse

My review: there are certain elements of this fic that I really do like that make it quirky. Sneetches, coffee trifecta, healing and moving on. In this story, Bella was in an abusive relationship before she’s with Edward so if you’re not into that stay away.

The King’s Mistress

In the age where men ruled the world, women were pawns in the vast game of chess that was the royal court. An intriguing and captivating tale of love, betrayal, lust and sex. "For, behold, the winter is past. The rain is over and gone."

124k+ AH Period Piece AU

My review: BOY!!! This fic is basically the story of Henry VIII but he stopped on the second wife and was actually Edward Cullen softboy. This fic is an Aesthetic and a time piece I will never forget.

Ithaca is Gorges

New Moon from Carlisle's and Edward's POV: After the Cullens leave Bella and move to Ithaca, NY, Carlisle fights to keep his family together as Edward's pain threatens to tear them apart. Canon.

120k+ Canon Retelling

My review: okay so you might be wondering why I ended it here with this kind of out of character one. Here’s why. I have literally not stopped thinking about this fic since I read it for the first time in 2009. I’m not joking. I cannot hear anything about Ithaca or Cornell without thinking “Ithaca is Gorges.” This fic centers around what happens to the Cullens during New Moon. Where do they go. Why Edward was estranged from them. It’s such an amazing fic that I basically accept as canon. Like I remember it being that good.

That concludes my masterpost. You might be asking “that’s it?” Oh, no. There’s more. But they’re gone forever. 107yearoldvirgin, if you’re out there, just know I remember the bubble baby, sleep humper, FAP, and your other glorious stories. Someday I might find a PDF.......

If you guys want me to do write up about twilighted.com I’d be down. That was a fanfiction website ONLY for twilight fanfic and it got WEIRD over there

[kierancampire]

Tw: Transphobia

I cannot stress, like, you would think i am bullshitting, but i cannot stress how i think 99% of people who i have tried talking to/who have talked to me for these past years has gone AWFULLY, but like for MULTIPLE years and it's been nearly every person! And they have just been shitty or something bad happened! NEARLY. EVERY. ONE. I am beginning to wonder if it's me! Like, actually driving me insane

Anyway, so a new guy started talking to me, he was Hispanic and cute so already I'm invested. The subject of gender/sexual orientation comes up, he seemed to stress he is a cis man but i thought he was doing it cause he supported the transgender community, so i mention how i am not attracted to trans women even if they haven't had surgery, because they're no longer men so even if "the anatomy" is what i usually go for, they're a woman so it's not there for me. I think he thought i meant trans men, and was saying transmen aren't men? (trans men are men by the way, just as trans women are women) Cause he says how he "doesn't like trans people either" and finds them "contradictory" and I'm like, you have no idea that you just offended me cause you misunderstood me, but okay 🙃

And cause he said he was bi, i was like, okay lets just move on from that, I'll ask if he prefers men or women cause how bad can that go? He tells me men because he finds women simple and simple minded 🙃

So i ask him about relationships, he says how he was dating a guy from Germany who is now in America, so i mention how much i love Germans, he says "No, he's American. I don't like Germans they're all too horny tbh" 🙃

Like, i think he sent 2, maybe 3 messages before this? This is far from the worst i have dealt with, but never has a guy so quickly dealt himself all 3 strikes! Literally back to back too!

[forgottenyear]

tl/dr: males are often triggering

[tw: male anatomy, sexuality, rape, suicide]

Be aware that although I tried to avoid it where possible, this post may get a little graphic in places. Not gratuitously so, however.

I broke this into two parts. This part may be considered background, so if the warnings suggest it is too much, just skip this part. This part discusses possible reasons for our fluid body-dysphoria.

[long text: this part ~1550 words]

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This amab body has seminal fluid hypersensitivity – this body is allergic to itself. The result is that contact with a fluid that is produced by this body, and by other male bodies, has a similar effect to that of an acid. Internal and external tissues are very painfully burnt, including the shared portion of the urinary tract. As with all male bodies, if there is external pressure in certain places around that part of the body at the wrong time, the flow is blocked and the urinary system receives the overflow inwardly; which means that without care, my painful allergen can be pumped directly into my bladder.

Unsurprisingly, sexuality is complicated. The sensitivity has increased over time and has increased the complication with it.

When we first experienced the allergy, we were tested and cleared for sexually transmitted diseases and infections. It was a rare occurrence, at first, so we just suffered through it. We learned to decouple immediately after intimacy with our girlfriend at the time, and to clean.

While it may not be a thing that most men realize, cleaning is not a one-time thing. It goes on for a half-hour or more, as the residual fluids continue to drain.

We first understood that this reaction was not limited to the product of this body when we were going down on Angela’s boyfriend.

It is seminal fluid hypersensitivity, and not specifically an allergy to sperm. This means that the early lubricating fluids released are allergens to pretty much every tissue of this body, including and particularly those of the mouth, sinuses, and throat.

It does not do good things to a boyfriend’s ego to have his lover get sick while first going down on him during foreplay, and before they get to the action. We never talked again.

Years ago, I did attempt a simple process for desensitization, one recommended for women who have this sensitivity and want to conceive naturally. It was not a distasteful process for me, once it began to work, and it was an immense relief for a while. But after a couple of years, it turned into ingesting poison twice a day. I am not convinced that it was ever intended to be a lifetime therapy.

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Angela was a girl part who appears to have been holder of all that was good about us, hidden and protected from the world. We could not escape “punishments” and we were told that we always deserved punishments because we were always bad. Girls are good and boys are bad, so to make sense of the reality of our childhood, our angel-self was safely hidden and out of harm’s way.

When the boy’s attempt at adulthood failed, Angela had her first opportunity to make her own life in the outside world. Angela had transgender and crossdresser friends in a city with more tolerant communities, and she wanted to move there.

Angela’s friends occasionally had slumber parties. She had been to these parties before, and she knew and trusted most of the attendees.

At her last party, there was a guy she knew only from the online community, and he was always hitting on her (and just about anything else that moved and breathed). He was the only cis-man at the party who was not also a crossdresser. He was a blatant fetishist.

On the first night of the party, Angela was drugged and raped by at least two people at once, including the cis-man, with one at each end of the body. They did not wear protection, and so this body was not protected from this allergen. They left this body on the bathroom floor, in a puddle of its own sickness and their filth, much as they would have discarded a used condom. Used once, we were soiled and had no more value.

The trusted friends at the party did not understand that Angela had been drugged and assumed that she drunkenly consented. They were not pleased that she did this.

We waited by the apartment door all night, for the first bus back to our city. The body was burning inside and out, and filthy, and physically hurting.

Fortunately, the body did heal, although there is a question concerning the drug they used, in that we appear to have formed almost no memories in the two-year period surrounding this event. But the body was not all that was hurt.

The damage of this one night led to a rapid decline for Angela. It resulted in suicide attempts. The hospitals gave up on keeping us alive and waited for us finally to succeed.

The odds against me being here today are so ridiculously small, but I am here. I tend to question if the past could have been real.

We survived after the hospitals gave up. We fused – we did not know about DID and we had no diagnosis, so fusion was not a purposeful result of therapy work. We, basically society’s refuse, began a relationship with someone with the family means to support us. I had amnesia and believed I had lived an ordinary life. Maybe one of these coincidences could be tolerated, but all of them taken together, it is too much.

I am here. I am alive. If it was impossible to go from that life to this one, then the fantasy has to have been that life.

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Angela clearly exists. I am learning that she is still a part of the fused system that is me. But her life was basically dissociated away after fusion. Approaching Angela triggered amnesia for years. I have more memories about Angela than I have from her. It is only now that I have enough understanding that I am trying to repair our connections.

She is still suicidal. Even through amnesia, I would get suicidal thoughts that would come from “nowhere.” They came the same way the unfused part communicates their ideas to me. There is no explanation, no lead-up, no “excuse me, but I have something to share.” I just get the thought that is otherwise inexplicable, and I mostly trust the source.

Everything will be fine, and I will be busy doing something when I think, “this is a great time to kill myself, so why wait?” It comes the same way as “I could have a bowl of ice cream right now.” It feels so deceptively positive that I do consider it. It feels like every other good idea. And I am always shocked that I would think such a thing.

I do not remember most nightmares. I do not even know I have had nightmares, a lot of the time. I either wake terrified I will die, or I cannot sleep the rest of the night. Or, more often, I cannot sleep the next night. I have assumed they were someone else’s nightmares. If Angela has been masked by amnesia, they may be hers.

I also get waves of emotions. Like dozens of emotions at once and all at maximum volume. I know these are emotional flashbacks, but I wonder if they could also be the only way Angela could communicate for years. Maybe she was venting. I am not claiming this is definitely what happens, but I am only wondering about the possibility.

I am also not trying to dump blame for every little thing onto Angela. I just do not know.

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Despite the complication of an allergy, we have always liked male bodies. We have also always liked female bodies. We have always liked the spectrum between. We are not attracted to every body indiscriminately, but our attraction is not ruled by whether a body has an innie or an outie.

By having a faithfully monogamous relationship with a woman through the amnesia years, my attractions were a moot issue. (Just to be clear, I am still in that faithfully monogamous relationship, still being faithful, and still being monogamous.) I was aware, however, that I cannot be comfortable around male presences. I have always had fantasies involving male anatomy, but none can involve male presences, if that makes sense.

What I am calling a “male presence” has nothing to do with the body or maybe even the mind. There are cis-women who have male presences. And there are cis-men who do not. There are trans-women who have male presences. There are trans-men who do not.

I think it is a thing I have seen described as power over. I do not know. I do not feel safe around them. I cannot relax. I certainly could never be intimate.

When it comes to intimacy, I cannot deal with male presences. I cannot deal with violence. I cannot deal with non-consent. I cannot deal with force. I cannot deal with people being hurt. I cannot deal with choking. Restraint. Slapping. Spanking. Shame. Domination. Humiliation. BDSM. Age play. And, I cannot deal with anything even remotely suggestive of rape.

I do not think I have a male presence, but I cannot be sexual if I see myself in a mirror.

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The body cannot be exposed to seminal fluids, and the mind cannot deal with male presences. But in my fantasies, if you will forgive me, they are so very delicious.