#⚠️.feminization

[wosowrites]

Mama Putellas (Alexia Putellas x Reader )

Warnings: ⚠️dislocated knee⚠️

A/N: From a request

Prompt: Reader gets injured during an important game, but the head coach doesn’t let Alexia leave the field. So Alexia’s mother whos in the stands goes with the reader. I had to rewrite all this because it didn’t damn save. Sorry if there are any typos. I was too tired to correct it.

You had gone viral a few times. Once, for scoring a bicycle kick from halfway through the opposing teams half, and another time for a pretty emotional speech you gave about feminism and mental health. What you never though you would go viral for, was for hammering your knee back into place with your bare fist in the middle of a game.

You were so excited for your 50 cap, starting once again the game for Barca. You were getting the honour of captaining the squad today, in recognition of you joining the 50 club. Your girlfriend, Alexia, couldn’t have been prouder.

You let out the team proudly and then did your captain duties. Coin toss, shaking hands.

The game started off strong, you, Mapi, and Lucy dominating the defensive line. Keira and Alexia was absolutely owning the midfield, and eventually, in the 17th minute, Keira scored a beautiful header from a cross by your girlfriend. You congratulated the young midfielder, and then high fived and hugged your girlfriend.

After the kick off, the ball somehow stayed in Real Madrids half for the next ten minutes. That is until their striker got a breakaway. You ran after her, trying to reach her. And you did. You bodied her off the ball and kicked it away, but due to her momentum, she ran into you anyways, sending you flying to the ground. Your body rolled over your head in a somersault fashion. But when you landed on your knee, you knew something was wrong. You looked at your knee from your sitting position to see your knee socket was completely popped out and sticking out the side.

You had always liked order, you were tidy and liked things to be where they belong. So seeing your knee like this… your only instinct was to fix it.

"Y/n, what’s goin-" Mapi started saying to you. "Holy shit." She breathed when she saw your knee. But you were already busy using your palm and hammering it into place. "Oh my god! Y/n! Stop!" Lucy yelled, seeing what you were doing. You ignored her and balled your hand into a fist before hitting it again.

Your scream filled Camp Nou, sending shivers to the spine of 99,700 people.

Your knee was back into place though, and so you let your body fall backwards, keeping a hold on your knee. "Baby," Alexia breathed, kneeling beside you and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "Lexi- holy shit Lex." You panted, looking into her eyes. "That was crazy." Alexia said, trying to distract you. "Yeah crazy fucking stupid." You said.

The medics were there next, kneeling beside you. They told Alexia to go see Jonatan. The spaniard looked over to see the whole team drinking water, and Lucy vigorously re-enacting how you had hammered your knee back into place.

Alexia obeyed, and walked over to Jonatan. "I need to go with her." Alexia told him. "No way. I’m sorry but we’re 30 minutes in and this team needs you." Jonatan told Alexia. "Y/n is part of this team. And she needs me." Alexia argued.

The head coach gave the spaniard a look, telling her not to argue. So she did the next best thing.

Alexia ran the length of the field, ending up behind the opposing teams net. She knew her mother was sitting front row, having been so happy to see you get your 100 cap. You and Elisabet were close, even though she spoke little english, and you, little spanish, you made it work.

Alexia was quick to explain to her mother the situation, and sooner than she knew it, Alexia had waved away a security guard that had told her Eli wasn’t aloud on the field, and then they were jogging towards the bench hand in hand. "Wait here, mama." Alexia said in spanish, leaving her with Lucy who had decided to show Elisabet exactly how you had hammered your knee into place. Your national team teammate was proud of you, needless to say.

Camp Nou erupted in cheers as you got lifted up on a stretcher. Your shirt was over your face and you were crying lightly. The pain was horrific. When Alexia reached you, she held your hand in hers. "I can’t go with you baby. Jonatan won’t let me. But my mothers there, and she will go with you." Alexia told you, gently pulling your shirt down to cover your stomach again. "Okay." You said quietly, not being able to think of anything but the pain. "You’re so fierce mi amor, so fierce." She said to you.

Soon enough, Alexia’s hand was replaced with her mothers hand. The medical team carried you into the tunnel, and then outside where an ambulance was waiting. The paramedics loaded you into the back and helped Elisabet settle in.

The drive there was relatively silent other than the sirens. Elisabet didn’t say much, her english being broken, but she smiled at you in a way that you weren’t familiar with. In a motherly way.

When you got to the hospital, everything was a blur. You were hooked up on pain meds and brought to surgery right away. The surgeons were talking to you as you dozed off, telling you how you were the bravest, but craziest person ever for doing what you did. You dozed off giggling, with a smile on your face. You knew that no matter what, you’d have Alexia.

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"Y/n?" A voice said gently.

Your eyes fluttered open to see Alexia sitting beside you, along with Mapi, Lucy, and Keira. They were all smiling at you but looked worried. "Is it bad?" You groaned, sitting up. "No! Well it’s not good. But it’s not bad bad. You’ll be back stronger than ever." Alexia said to you, the rest of the group nodding in agreement.

"People are going crazy for you, y/n." Keira said. She pulled out her phone and went on Tik Tok to the barclays women’s page. There, was a video of you hammering your knee into place with the audio "did somebody say, slay."

"Who chose the audio?" You giggled tiredly. "The admin I guess." Mapi laughed. "Yeah the part where I scream in pain and fall backwards is especially sexy." You joked. Alexia laughed, brushing your hair with her fingers. "We’ll give you guys a minute." Lucy said, ushering her own girlfriend out of the room. Mapi stood up and your forehead, always having been a sister to you.

"I was so fucking worried that whole game." Alexia told you as the girls walked out. "I know baby. I’m sorry- wait. The game. What was the score?" You asked, knowing loosing would have been really bad. "It’s okay. It was 3-1. Close call." Alexia reassured you.

You nodded and moved over to the side, leaving room for Alexis in the bed. She slipped off her shoes and snuggled up with you. Kissing your temple repeatedly. "Shh my love, i’m okay." You giggled as she kissed down your neck. "You’ll be okay when i’m done kissing you."

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso community #alexia putellas #mapi leon #keira walsh #lucy bronze #barca femeni

[intersectionalpraxis]

This is the original thread that the Creator in the video is talking about (and I know this video is 8 minutes long but I highly recommend watching this video -⚠️ TW for discussions of violence and assault, and mentions of sexual assault). For folks who want to look into this themselves/the reason which prompted many discussions over on Twitter and TikTok:

I also wanted to share this post because this video recently went viral (and relates to what I wanted to talk about as well). It's a video of a Korean man during a street interview saying that went he thinks of the word 'Feminist,' it's "정신병." I'm only an intermediate level in Korean, and as he intended/as the translation says it means someone is not in their right mind, a literal 'psychosis.'

He also says this about misogyny:

I also wanted to include another person who replied to the original thread as well:

So a few weeks ago I noticed that many people were talking about how many radical Korean feminists in the 4B movement are transphobic, and I wanted to state that apart from it not always being the case, and if it is in some, there is a time in place to challenge the transphobic rhetoric evident in their praxis (as we already do for MANY western feminists).

What I find particularly troubling is that over the weeks/months as I saw this gain traction (and yes, people were rightfully calling out how western feminists/mainstream news media outlets were watering down/misconstruing/sensationalizing the 4B movement without reflexivity) there was one particular influencer which the Creator in the video refers to who says the 4B movement is not as big or important in Korea as it is being made out to be (one I did see weeks ago, and hesitated to talk about, but I think it's important to address).

And before I discuss ultimately what I wanted to here, I want to note that of course, there are absolutely many women in the country who want to marry/have kids, just like there are all around the world despite living/navigating in patriarchal and misogynistic cultures. No one is saying that there aren't Korean women interested in dating/marrying. Nor am I or anyone else saying all Korean men are red flags -that is not the case.

As this Creator noted in reaction to that person I'm referring to (OP who said most Korean women in their 20s/30s are actively seeking marriage partners), is that the Creator actually spoke to the person who made the original thread on Twitter. The Korean feminist spoke about the intricacies of this movement and often the difficulties of being publicly feminist -as well as the divided factions in feminism because not all identify as radical feminists.

The Korean feminist that the TikTok Creator spoke to said it is inaccurate to say 4B isn't popular, and despite not being able to have clear numbers on those women involved -they guesstimate it to be around 200,000. She talks about what Korean women have to go through and continue to go through in their country (such as the epidemic of femicide), and the severe consequences for labeling/identifying as a feminist, as the Creator noted and spoke about this thread which can include assault/violence, social isolation and stigma, and even loss of employment.

I wanted to share this video to once again share my solidarity for Korean feminists and women - for their fights towards liberation in many elements of their lives, and that for any and all people in western/european countries that are romanticizing South Korea -especially Korean men, please stop -please unpack your preconceptions. These are real people, just like everywhere else in the world, that are dealing with systemic injustices -and like many countries around the world, South Korea is not an exception (and that Korean men in the viral video I attached above DO think feminism is evil and toxic -and I highly encourage people to do their research why it is a stigma exists -if anyone wants me to briefly address this I can create another post). But to emphasize here, as this video alludes to -there are many Korean men that weaponize this hatred and internalized misogyny in multiple ways, and it's important to not forget talking about because it effects many people in their communities.

#feminist #feminism #korean feminism #south korea #politics #misogyny #misogynistic #internalized misogyny #history #tw violence #tw assault #palestine #4b movement #current news #current events #tw sa mention #femicide #gender violence #violence against women #tiktok #tiktok video #video #kpop #propoganda

[strniohoeee]

Chris with a rockstar girl who sings and plays electric guitar 😏 like she’s very confident and can make him weak in the knees!!… also I love all your stories and writings 🫶🏻❤️

Her

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris is madly in love with his rockstar girlfriend, and can’t stop obsessing over her🎸

Warning⚠️: None, it’s pretty short sadly. I wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be smutty. I felt like not really but IDK🥹I still hope you enjoy tho!

Song for the imagine: Feel Good Inc.- Gorillaz

Chris POV

She was hot….so fucking hot. She was mysterious and dark, mean but nice. She was my wildest dreams in living flesh. She could make me crumble just by the way she looked at me. She was so powerful, and she was all mine.

I wasn’t too sure how I got her, I was the total opposite of her. I was foolish, dumb and oftentimes seen as immature. She liked all this about me, and I wasn’t too sure why when she was the textbook definition of Divine Feminity.

I would say we were the black cat and golden retriever stereotypical couple. I just followed her around with hella heart eyes as she ran everything. Confidence oozing out of her pores. Most people didn’t think we were dating, but she always put it out there.

“Who’s he?” Some random band guy would ask

“That’s my boyfriend and his names Chris” she would respond with a blunt expression

Most times they would scurry away at her demeanor. She was very confident and powerful, but she was the sweetest most loving girl I’ve ever spoken to. She had my heart melting constantly.

She was a singer and played the electric guitar. She was part of a band that was pretty popular in our area. Always playing gigs, and I tagged along. Cheering her on from the front row, or from backstage. I loved my baby

Her voice when she sang….sent chills down my spine. For someone who was soft spoken with me she sure knew how to make her voice hoarse and raspy as she sang. Sending chills throughout my whole body.

The way her fingers worked quickly against the guitar, and how her head went back as she held a note. I was ready to drop to my knees for her.

Her dark red lips…so plump staining the microphone as she sang every song. The way her long hair flowed as she moved around. Her tattooed arms shining bright against the lights reflecting down on her. The way her veins would stand out in her neck as she would hit one specific note in one specific song. It was my favorite song, and she was my favorite singer.

I would find my jaw slack, my pupils blown and my knees weak. She was so fucking beautiful.

The way she ran her hands through her hair sent shock waves through my brain. How could I possibly be dating someone as talented and gorgeous as her.

I was beyond head over heels for this girl, and I couldn’t figure out how to control myself.

I was at one specific show right now standing on the sidelines watching her.

She was currently doing a cover of DONTTRUSTME by 3OH!3. The way her voice flowed through my brain, I swear I was being hypnotized. How does one cover a song, and make it sound so fucking sexy.

After her set she went backstage, and I met her there

“Amazing show baby” I said walking in

“My loveeeee thank you” she said smiling bright and opening her arms for a hug

“I swore I was hypnotized” I said kissing her

“I try” she said winking at me

Fuck she was making me weak in the knees just by winking at me.

“So beautiful and sexy and dark” I said to her biting my lip

“Ouu you might want to watch how you speak, or I’ll act out” she said looking at me shyly

“Maybe you should” I said looking her her through half lidded eyes

“I have another set in five minutes baby” she said pouting

“Noo” I said pulling her in for another kiss

“I know baby, but later on tonight” she said winking

“Mmm yes watching you for another hour will work me up some more” I said rubbing my hands down her sides, snaking my arms around her back and giving her ass a squeeze

“Behave now” she said looking up at me

“I am…I promise” I said looking down at her

“Let me finish this set, and I’ll make all your wishes come true” she said running her hand down my chest

“Sounds amazing” I said winking at her

She got ready for her next set, and I sat there watching her in a trance. God this was the woman for me.

The End

I hope you guys enjoyed this one I’m sorry it was short. I wasn’t too sure how to make it super long. I’m not really experienced as far as like a rockstar girlfriend😭😭

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo

[ftmcora]

⚠️this is a detrans kink/journey blog !🔞

No Minors. Be warned of sensitive taboo kinks ahead.

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hello!! my name is cora, I’m 19 and I’m a latina detrans ftmtf girl, or just a girl ;)

(the profile picture is me)

i delved really deep into this kink and now I love the fact that I was born a woman after having been on testosterone for 1 year. I’ve been off of testosterone for a few months and loving seeing all the reversals.

I have a boyfriend who’s helped me accept my true nature and I am not looking for anything with anyone sexually apart from him, so my DMs are open but if you’re looking for NSFW stuff, I’m not your gal.

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This blog is to make posts about things like:

- detrans kink

- pregnancy kink

- feminization kink

- bimbofication (low)

- hypnosis

- traditional femininity

- patriarchy/misogyny

- detrans inspiration

- bioessentialism

- & actual detrans stuff

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just as an FYI, this is kink. i do believe there is a difference between detransitioners/fakeboys like me and real FTM men. actual transphobia isn’t cute as i have tons of trans friends who have lived their truths for decades time.

this is a safe space to explore kink!

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#intro post #detrans kink

[thesituation]

“terf” is a word oftentimes slung as an insult to discredit and otherwise cast doubt on something someone is saying about feminism for various reasons — ☑️

“terf is a made up word used solely to silence women, terfs aren’t a real thing” — ❌🛑⚠️

#.txt

[submissivegayfrenchboy]

Please make more stories about Algerians taking over France, and French people having to be slaves and drinking their spit, becoming their wives, kissing and cuddling.

Your writing is incredible! It gets me so horny all the time. It’s truly a talent.

10 / 03/ 2024

ASK ANSWERED : EURABIA STORIES

Thanks for the question! I've wrote countless stories about Arabian/Muslim Domination. I wrote many stories featuring Arab men when the master's origin isn't specified, but most of the time they are supposed to be Algerians, or Turkish. Since i can only put 10 links, you'll find some stories abut what you asked in your public message.

I used to be excited by Arabian's domination but I'm more into the Black New World Order

It does not mean some Arabian men aren't hot, but they are divided between the ones who consider themselves French and wants to be part of the French society, and there is other who considers their mission is to enslaves French white people and there is even French white people who agree with it.

The Islamization of France is such a danger that there is many books about this topic 😱

These drawings shows Muslim men as danger, because currently France is endangered by Muslims supremacists and the French white people who supports them

These drawings in French shows politicians serving Arabian men, licking their shoes to shows they prefer worshipping migrants and Muslim men rather than being patriotics.

If you are searching for stories about Eurabia and France being ruled by Muslims, this is the one you must read. It's one of my longest and favorite stories. 😉 It's a story where I imagined President Emmanuel Macron being in love with his former bodyguard, Alexandre Benalla, who have Maroccan's parents. In this long and detailed story, with a lot of sadism and humiliation, i imagined how Muslims people would take power in France :

A story where whitebois from the French Football Team, especially Antoine Griezman, are enslaved by Arabian and Blacks teammates. Eurabia is described because it is supposed to takes place when Alexandre Benalla have taken power over France

A French white family enslaved by Arab men

Another story where an Algerian family enslaves a French white family, and the boy is married to the Muslim man at the end :

A French white gay couple enslaved by an Algerian /Muslim family. One of the French whitebois is married and feminized :

I include this story which isn't about a French man but about an English boy. However, since he is feminized and forced to serve Muslim men, it's related to what you enjoy. I really appreciated writing this story, because Anjem Choudhary is hot for a Muslim man 😁

A French whiteboy in high school enslaved by his dominant Muslim schoolmates :

Another story about a French boy enslaved since France is ruled by Arabians / Muslims

A question I've been asked about Muslim men, with links of stories about them 😀

An Algerian gay couple served by an old French white man when they are in Algeria :

I wrote many others stories about Muslim domination, but i hope you'll like them 😊 Please don't hesitate to like, reblog and comment them if you appreciated my stories

@eurogirlsdestruction @maitresrebeux @muslimdomination4europe @rebeuarab @muslimfeet @arabiandomination-blog @muslimsfuckeuropeanwomen @eurabiansubject @whiteslavetoblack @arabslavemasters @arabicadmirer @tidodore2 @rainykpoptravelcreator @lovefanfiction01 @gayhopefullove @leftprogrammingroadtripdean

#Eurabie #Eurabia #Muslim #Arabian #Maître arabe #Maître rebeu #Rebeux #Islamisation

[toyintrance]

This is my sideblog for hypnokinky shenanigans. I'm bisexual, nonbinary/transmasc, and fat. If you want to change any of these things about me, you can see yourself out.

Names: Toy or Marion (short for marionette)

Pronouns: he / it (only use "it" if you want it to feel like an object. It enjoys this.)

Roles: sub/ject. Not a hypnotist, but I've been known to dabble.

Status: happily owned!!! 😊

Good words to use for/about me: boy, toy, puppet, doll, drone, slut, addict, enabler (and most variations/combinations of these words)

DON'T call me: any specifically feminine terms or titles (girl, mistress, ma'am, etc), bimbo, baby, femboy, master, daddy, mommy

Ask/submissions/dms are open for casual/kinky conversation. I'm not looking to be dominated by anyone other than my owner, and I'm not interested in dominating anyone else in a long-term or serious way. You really shouldn't be putting your mind in the hands of something that can't think for itself, anyway.

Kinks and limits below:

Kinks: (blue text are my favorites!)

💖 hypnosis

💖brainwashing/conditioning

💖 voice kink (not whispers or voiceless mouth sounds)

💖 corruption/addiction/relapse to hypnosis

💖 dehumanization/objectification (make me a toy, a puppet, a drone, a fuckdoll, etc)

💖 orgasm denial and edging

💖 overstim (especially combined with denial or as punishment)

💖 teasing/degradation/humiliation

💖 temporary IQ reduction (during trance or in response to a context-dependent trigger)

💖 monsterfucking (provided the monster passes the Harkness Test)

💖 vore but chew your food

💖 CNC related to mind control

💖 fantasy/sci-fi mind control of all kinds

💖 minor pain play (nothing that cuts the skin, no marking that I can't easily cover)

DNI (I will block people who engage with these)

🚫 ageplay/incest/underage content, real OR fictional

🚫 actual irl rape

🚫 bestiality/zoophilia (furry/anthro is fine, real animals are not. use common sense)

🚫 any sort of disordered eating encouragement / weight control kink

If detrans/feminization is the primary thing you post, I may still block you just for my own peace of mind.

LIMITS:

⚠️ Mommy/Daddy as titles

⚠️ breeding/pregnancy/lactation

⚠️ feminization/sissification/detransition

⚠️ misogyny-based degradation

⚠️ financial domination/blackmail

⚠️ revealing personal identifying information or posting pictures of my face

⚠️ suggestions that would interfere with my career or make me behave less professionally on the clock

⚠️ piss/scat/excessive cum (blood as a fantasy concept is ok but I don't want to make a mess irl)

I am a victim of Cal's Curse (an orgasm control file). I can't cum without permission, and that permission is now locked to my owner. If you try to command or force me to cum against my will, it will not work, and you will get blocked. If I'm asking anyone besides my owner to let me cum, I NEED to be told no and I NEED to confess and submit to my owner's punishment. You have my prior consent to publicly shame me if I beg to you. Good toys stay deeply dumb, denied, and desperate.

#squeeze me! i talk! #rules #ammunition

[stxrrydreamss]

Hello! How do you think Dabi and/or Hawks would react to a fem! reader getting hit with a genderbend quirk?

I almost finished it until my phone died and everything I wrote got sent to the backrooms never to be seen again 😭😭😭. Here we go again though. Hopefully my phone doesn’t die this time and that you enjoy 💕💕💕😩😩😩

⚠️ My account is 18+ and features NSFW content amongst many other topics. Minors do not interact. Minors and ageless blogs will be blocked. ⚠️

Hawks

You had been called to assist some other heroes who had also happened to be in the area to deal with a group of villains who were causing havoc.

You were in the middle of fighting when you were suddenly hit with an unknown quirk and it wasn’t until you went to use the bathroom later after the fight you realize what exactly the quirk was.

A gender changing quirk. It was odd, but nonetheless an interesting quirk to possess.

You look in the mirror after to see you looked more masculine. No wonder people were staring at you oddly. You were a well known hero considering you were the number two heroes partner, and they knew you were female. Understandably they watched you continue your patrol in utmost confusion.

You eventually go home slightly nervous to face Hawks.

He was in the kitchen heating up food when he turned to see you frozen mid step and slowly turn your head towards him.

“Don’t you fucking start Keigo.”

How could he possibly miss this opportunity to tease you.

He laughed and poked around before asking to kick you in the balls to show how it feels in which you hit him with a frying pan you had pulled out to cook with, and muttering a quick “Oops.” after.

He apologized and said you looked amazing anyways either way, and that regardless of gender you were the same person he fell in love with, and gives you a kiss before sitting with his face resting upon his palm watching you lovingly as you cooked.

Dabi

You were out with Toga, Spinner, and Twice on a small mission when you get hit with a quirk before the target was stabbed to death by Toga. The way Toga’s eyes lit up made you suspicious, and when you looked into a puddle at your reflection you find that your feminism was replaced by masculinity.

“God dammit.” You mutter to yourself while pinching the bridge of your nose before the psychotic blond raced over to you gushing over how handsome you looked and asking to sample your blood as an “experiment.” To see if she would turn into the male version of you too, or still female.

When you return you can see a mischievous glint in Dabi’s eyes as he cockily smirks. “So careless. How do you manage to get hit with a quirk like that.? They’re basically quirkless.”

Already aggravated by Toga pestering you the entire way back you go to punch him only for him to dodge and grab your arm before pinning you onto the wall he was previously leaning on. “Think twice doll.” He growls into your ear. You blush and push him off you before dusting yourself off.

You and Dabi butt heads for the rest of the night until the quirk wears off and you yell at him for a bit before he grabs you by the jaw and glares at you before roughly pulling you in to kiss you. As he pulls back he begins to complain about how annoying you are sometimes. That bastard. Now that the quirk wore off he couldn’t tease you anymore at least.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami x reader #hawks x y/n #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n

[citanul-atsidosam22]

The Madness in the Dark

⚠️MATURED CONTENT ⚠️

The cold water slipping down inch by inch on her skin felt like glory. The sound of water spurting out of the shower soon hitting the floor made her company. The long day is about to be replaced by dusk, and so, she took a shower to ready herself for bed. It became her routine. Wake up in the morning, read, write, or paint throughout the day, then take a shower before light disappears.

This day was to no extraordinary. She witnessed dawn, maintain her proper hygiene, gather books she'll read from the library inside the castle, and now she's taking a shower. See? Like always.

After rinsing foams of the products and fragrances she lathered on her body and hair, she stepped out of the shower, her figure wrapped in a clean white towel. She then strolled to her bedroom.

Upon arrival, she saw a book spread open to a specific page on the floor. The content depicts sexual pleasures. She admits to herself that she searched for it in the library earlier, but knowing the book would center intimacy, she is beyond certain that she secured the book in a proper storage before she went on to take a bath. She knew too well that she would never be careless enough as to make such thing vulnerable.

But if she settled it in a proper placement earlier, then who could've dragged it on the floor? It's triggering her curiosity. Nevertheless, she picked up the book and placed it near the lampshade beside her bed. She got too carried away by the books' sudden displacement that she wasn't able to notice the heavy deluge of rain.

She walked to the window. The pane was occupied by plenty of droplets. The mist outside making the forest an aesthetic. The sky was gray and dark, a warning of continuous downpour. No wonder it was colder than the usual. Thanks to the book, though, that she forgot the overwhelming temperature for a while. But now, clothes would be better and more efficient than the skimpy towel.

She headed to her closet and gathered her chosen pieces of clothings and garments. She took her lotions, beauty creams, and oils next before she made her way to the edge of the bed to apply and wear the things in her grasp.

The towel dropped leaving her form naked. She turned around to sit on the bed. Upon settling, she was startled as a tall figure stood in front of her.

"C-Carla?!"

His eyes roamed every centimeter of her body. His vision engulfed in the curve of her sides, the roundness of her hips, the slope of her breasts and the smoothness of her skin. As his sight reached down her feminity, the glow of his eyes was accentuated by the synchronous loss of power.

Everything around her was dark, but two narrowed eyes above made no exceptions of still glowing in the dark with enticement and sadistic intentions. It horrified her. She attempted to run but he caught her arm and tossed her harshly onto the mattress. Due to the force he exerted, the mattress ejected her slightly.

Carla made swift motions to hover above her and pinned her wrists above her head. He lowered his face as near that he could feel her breath embracing his lips.

"Carla!"

She raised her voice as he tilted his head to have a better access to the inside of her mouth. His tongue was long and slender, much to her surprise. The tip was pointed that it traced the walls of her mouth, and it was incredibly strong that hers got dominated even in its own cavern.

Carla explored her curves with his free hand. It glided down and down—dangerously getting close to her womanhood— her velvety skin. She squeezed her eyes tighter as well as her thighs.

He left her lips to proceed to her neck. Her collarbones gave more emphasis to the perfection of her neck. It made Carla thought of other sensitive spots in her body. Oh, how he loved how her face twists with fighting over dominance pain and pleasure. He may never admit that, but he'll—whenever he pleases—seek that.

He bit on her collarbone harshly, almost crunching it with his teeth. His fangs dove deep down her flesh. She arched her back and was unable to suppress a gasp. He gulped the blood that exited the pierce his fangs penetrated.

"Stop!" She whined.

He kept drinking. He looked for another spot and bit there. Her tears subconsciously flowed from her eyes. His bites were extremely painful yet good. Carla bit every sensitive spot he could ever imagine—her collarbones, her cleavage, her chest, her waist, above her navel, her wrists, and even the tip of her fingers. He drank too much, her eyes are puffy and her nose was clogged from crying.

Yet, it wasn't enough to offer him satisfaction. He backed a bit and and pushed her further up the bed. He crawled and spread her legs wide.

Her beauty is ethereal.

She flinched and shrank. She's whimpering and it amused the male. She's fighting the sensation without thinking what will happen if he ever leaves her unattended. Her essence is dripping from her entrance it pooled on the mattress.

Carla aligned his face on her womanhood. He inhaled in her scent and gently massaged her devil's doorbell with his thumb. Her moan was but a startled gasp. Too silent for his liking. It never rubbed his ego as much as her existence fueled his arousal.

He put pressure on his thumb and moved it faster. She cried yet covered her mouth with her released hands. Carla grew impatient. Her volume was not the problem, it was her attempts to conceal her reactions. 'Well, let's see if those tiny hands of yours be able to suppress your melody if I do this', Carla thought.

He spread her labia open, exposing her throbbing nodule. She was a falls whose essence Carla would pridefully coat himself with. Carla licked her opening, starting from the bottom to the top then kissed her knob before sucking it like he's helping himself to an oyster.

She screamed out of delight. Carla repeated his ministrations till she was arching her back and moaning his name nonstop. He picked up a much faster pace. He pushed and pulled his fingers in a swift rhythm. Not long, the knot that formed in her abdomen set her free to ecstasy. Her orgasm ripped through her, its intoxicating pleasure making her guilty.

Carla watched close as her release gushed out of her clenching opening. It was plenty. A mixture of his saliva, her essence, and the outcome of his actions and her pleasure.

He felt as though he was selfish to himself. Carla backed off and kneeled above her in front. He observed how she squirmed, he adored how her expression is difficult to explain yet a masterpiece amongst the finest of arts.

Her form trembling, panting, and sweating. Despite that, she lifted herself with the support of her elbows.

"Ah?!" She gasped.

Carla kneeled in front of her. His organ—long, thick, hard and erect—was freed from his pants. Carla was now, like her, naked. His body a sculpted figure of muscles. His curves are exquisite, and his beauty an erotic facade behind royal appearance.

She froze as she realized that his manhood is pointing at her. The darkness was now but an overcast.

"Carla! Please, no!" She cried as he leaned down on her. He payed no attention. However, the thunder roared. He must've got pissed by her relentless resistance.

He kissed her. The kiss was feverish. It was wild, harsh, and hungry. His greed is consuming him till he's no longer concerned of her mortality. And that's because, he isn't.

Carla coiled his hand on her throat. The other making its way to pin again her wrists above her head. She felt helpless. As much as she would want to escape, its a waste of attempt that adds fire to Carla's rising temper. While it is not time to mind his temper, it will really will make her situation hell if she'll completely ignore it. After all, she's all alone and everything is in his favor.

She grew lightheaded. Must've been because of the loss of blood and anxiety. However, her eyes went wide when she felt his tip at the entrance of her canal.

"NO!!!" She shrieked weakly.

He continued as if not regarding her protest. That night, mixture of cries, moans, and grunts from her and Carla could be heard all throughout the mansion. The mattress was soiled with sweat, tears, and release. The thunder roared even more, the rain poured harder, and lightning striked more frequently—illuminating everything its light could reach.——————————————————————

I once heard from my mother that silence is the loudest sound that you can ever hear in this world. When I was young, we would have a banter about that. I used to believe that silence is...well, the most silent sound there is. We often end up with her telling me that I'll understand it when I grow up. Understanding it was the worst thing I could ever comprehend.

Clicks and clanks are the only sounds I heard as Carla and I ate in the dining room. He had his usual dry-cured ham and the castle's cooks served me a steak. It was delicious. However, being alone with him made me uncomfortable. I heard that Shin went out to some place he had told the young one to.

I can sense him occasionally taking a glance at me. And, so I am to him and his...ham. It's not like I want to have some, the fact that I would want to tell him something made me cautious of this moment.

"Woman." Carla's call was short yet dangerous. My fork fell to my plate out of fright.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered. I shouldn't have.

His gaze on me intensified. It is as if my response rekindled some sort of fire inside him. Carla was never easy to read. His eyes were always stern, and his lips never held any emotion.

"What is it?" I added. That was the only interrogation I could ever muster.

"Say it." He spoke, it wasn't a question. It was more of a command. I always try to make my intentions hidden but he always succeeds on making it seem like I am an open book to him. He reads my thoughts like they were written.

I remained silent. How did he ever knew? After all of that, I realized that I really don't want to tell him anymore. That way, I could've avoided it to prolong. I thought of hiding it as impossible, and now I am certain.

"I don't have all night, yet you as well. Delay more, and I will assure you do not last long, woman." He warned.

The worst that could happen to me was this. As much as I would want it to end, but I am not sure of what Carla meant. I feared how he chooses and plays with his choice of words. How I interpret it might not what he really meant it.

"You got me pregnant."

#carla tsukinami #smut #diabolik lovers #shin tsukinami #reader #rain #mature #vampires #founder

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「 ✦ Introduction ✦ 」

Preface

⚠️NSFW WARNING! if you don’t like it, don’t read it, it’s that simple.

Any attempt to send hate will be dismissed and your account will be immediately blocked.

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Hey there! This is my first tumblr blog so apologies if i miss-tag anything, remember, I am learning how to use this thing. Knowing that is especially important as this will be partially a nsfw account moving forward, and tags are tricky. Angst or romantic prompts may also be posted, and yes, I will still shitpost. Not everything will be in a sexual innuendo.

I have also never written fanfics or one shots in english, so bare with me. Although i will mostly write simple prompts-ideas.

Prompts may be requested, but that does not mean I will post them as there are ships/dynamics that I do not like. Although, you can ask beforehand if I would be interested on certain ones you like.

I will accept most kinky prompts-ideas, from angst-vanilla to hardcore (take that as you will).

The only thing off the table is scat play☓, and necrophilia☓

More about me

I speak ENG/SPA, so feel free to write to me in either of those languages!

These are some kinks I like reading or writing about (keep in mind, there are more, and you may request others too!) :

Boypussy

Non-con

Feminization

Public

Watersports

Breeding

Somnophilia

Lactophilia

others!

These are some of my top pairings (you may suggest more):

Ferran Torres x Pedri Gonzales ✩

Haaland x Jude

Haaland x Julián Álvarez ✩

Enzo Fernandez x Julián Álvarez

Sergio Ramos x Luka Modric ✩

Kun x Messi

Gavi x almost anybody ✩

Cuti x Son

Player x reader

It may exclusively be requested as male x male at the moment.

Socials where I post complete prompts:

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Wattpad: blurrywebs

#football rpf #football rpf smut #fc barcelona smut #rpf #real madrid smut #la liga #premier league #rpf smut #imagine #non con #hard k!nks #hard k1nk #smut fanfiction #football fanfic #football ships #smut prompts #angst prompts #mlm

[octocrime]

alright. (humanized) Octonauts headcanons for day 2. My hands hurt :(

TW: MENTIONS OF INJURY, MEDICAL, MENTAL ILLNESS AND TRAUMA, EMETOPHOBIA, AND EATING DISORDERS⚠️‼️‼️

Captain Barnacles 🐻‍❄️ -

- I actually don't have many for him, but he goes by he/him

- him and tweak are very good friends but tweak scares him sometimes and he wont even lie to you about that

- MLM

-he's autistic and very routine oriented, he's the autistic people go "but you aren't autistic" about unless you yourself are autistic

-he has all his badges displayed in his room and it's one of his comfort items

Tweak 🐰 -

- I will not get over the fact that she's Floridian, transgender she/her

- lesbian, her and dashi talk about girls

- actually on barnacles age level, she has crows feet by her eyes and grey in the sides of her hair

- did y'all know she glows in the dark it's the funniest thing to me???? like why??? why does she glow in the dark???? this is book canon this isn't even a headcanon.

- is certified in welding and has a degree in engineering. She found the classes easier than most should

- Ranger Marsh knows she's lesbian and will often attempt to relate by just,, "hey that girls pretty, you could date that one" which almost always turns into tweak going into a laughing fit

- she still has very keen hearing from her searching for animals with dad days

Peso 🐧 -

- he/they, prefers they most days

- they read manga and NO I won't elaborate, its nestled right in on his book shelf besides they're lengthy medical books.

-medical bag comfort item, often plays with the latches

- flappy hands stim, saying this solely because the flappity flippers exclamation and I'm right

- the noises they make when they bandage are neccesary for focus, no one knows why, it's like a stim for them

- hangs out with kwazii a lot and enjoys his stories, actually very convienent considering they're almost always around when kwazii is injured, which happens frequently

- medical special interest, will go into gross details if you don't stop him

- surprisingly unaffected by gore! It will make him shiver a bit if it's really bad but due to being a medic he can remain pretty unaffected by it

- asian-hispanic, which sounds like a generational trauma nightmare but they're actually doing quite well

- horrible anxiety but actually pretty okay with social anxiety, mostly afraid of getting hurt not talking to people, can actually be very social in the right groups

-pansexual

Dashi 🐶 -

- she/they, bisexual, has a horrible problem with anorexia

- has a bunch of mystery books in a box under her bed that branch out from a bunch from one author to a bunch of random ones

- keeps one of those diaries with a lock on it and is the only person on planet earth who can keep track of the keys for it

- a bit of a clean freak around her bedroom, sprays surfaces every few days and cleans up often

- Tweak has experience with EDs and will often help her through rough spots

- They dress pretty femine but will sometimes wear sweatpants and a T-shirt with no makeup instead

- pretty close friends with shellington, has listened to so many of his marine biology infodumps that they might as well have a marine biology degree.

Kwazii 🐱-

- transgender he/him, MLM

- has horrendous ADHD and can still drive a gup better than shellington

- pirate special interest, he has been a pirate but it's also his interest

- spyglass comfort item, won't leave his room without it on him but still insists it's not a comfort item

- takes the Gup B on rides every few days if it hasn't been used, he doesn't want it to get rusty supposedly

- a menace to tweaks work schedule along with shellington

- plays with yarn, he's like half cat what did you expect

- has a bunch of kids pirate storybooks hidden in his treasure chest

- I don't know if everyone has this, but his treasure chest doubles as a "hope" chest, it's mementos and old memorable things to keep you going, had it since he was a kid and hid a broken glass in it once to not get in trouble, regretted it as an adult.

- said he was tough enough for testosterone shots but had to switch to gel after a month

-tail is permanently bent at the end due to how much it gets messed with

Inkling 🦑 -

- uses a wheelchair while on land or inside but not in the water

- he/him and MLM

- has many degrees, was a professor at a school for awhile

- also has a marine biology special interest but masks it a lot more than shellington

- collected most the books in the library himself, even wrote a few, has some of shellingtons old journals stored in there

- spends most his days living his life as a peaceful old man but will beat the crap out of anyone on sight

- had a chaos streak in high school

- knits and crochets VERY efficiently, made matching sweaters for the vegimals and shellington. Shellington cried.

- basically the vegimals grandpa figure, he reads them stories when shellingtons out

Shellington 🦦 -

- I love him, uses all pronouns besides she but I'll be referring to him as he for convienence

- MLM but uses the achillean flag specifically

- can't drive because he's gay /hj

- has crashed the Gups so often that they have a "days since shellington has crashed a gup" board, his record is 32

- very heavy marine biology special interest, he doesn't masks it and everyone on the octopod listens to him as intently as they can

- infodumps so fast he runs out of breath and foams at the mouth a bit, (I also do this, the spit is not nice)

- will hurt you if you touch the vegimals in a negative way

- vegimals pretty much consider him their birth father! first person they saw out of the egg, quite literally consider him their dad

- he's very good at gardening due to being said father, I mean seriously he can make a mean garden

- has a bunch of science equipment, does leave it laying around the octopod sometimes

- just,, weird tastes, hot sauce on kelp cakes, he has also got fed caramel covered broccoli as a joke and liked it.

- doesn't actually hate touch that much but instinctively flinches away from you when you reach out for him

- likes to test and push his own limits, he has purposely kept himself awake for two weeks for an experiment, he's, a bit odd

- has a diary hidden away in his journal stash

- has a lot of journals! they document a Lot of things

- has a journal on the behavior of people on the gup, he has never shown anyone, he thinks it would be creepy if people knew he watched anyone that close

- great gift giver as a result though

alright that's it! octonauts week day 2, I am so tired, send help or give me the good old old yelled treatment

#octonauts #octonauts week 2022 #octonautsweek2022 #octonautsweek 2022 #octonauts tweak #octonauts dashi #octonauts peso #octonauts kwazii #octonauts barnacles #octonauts captain barnacles #octonauts shellington #octonauts inkling #octonauts professor inkling #inkling #shellington #peso #tweak #dashi #kwazii #captain barnacles #barnacles

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Real Baby or Food Baby?

Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ ABO/Implied Mpreg/Feminization ⚠️

Spending the night before creating a plan, Jungkook sent an ominous text to Jimin that morning.

The alpha knew his mate probably was thinking about it all day because he loved when Jungkook planned something more special than just a standard stuffing.

Jimin enjoyed an extra push or being sent out of his comfort zone and Jungkook was nothing if not an alpha who provided for his mate.

Jungkook had told his mate to put on one of his stretchy, fitted dresses and set up the table for dinner. The alpha was picking up a significant takeout on his way home from work and looked forward to seeing how much Jimin could handle that night.

It had been at least a month since their last proper session so the alpha decided his omega deserved to be spoiled while also having a little treat for himself.

After debating between sushi and pizza, Jungkook ended up going with jajangmyeon. Jimin loved it with a decent heat level and somehow, he could always finish his noodles when motivated the right way. 

Although this time, the alpha bought three orders and was going to see if his mate was up for the challenge.

Between the hefty servings of noodles taking up space alongside the nice effect the spice would have on Jimin, the alpha knew it was going to be fun no matter how much his omega finished. 

Jimin met his alpha at the door when he arrived home, looking beautiful in his dark green dress. The fabric clung to his soft tummy that was finally starting to show in tight clothes all the time instead of just when he was full.

Jungkook knew that everything would be set exactly as he asked - the only thing Jimin loved more than his alpha and good food was praise. 

The table had plates and utensils as well as an assortment of water, soda, and beer. Jimin had even turned on quiet music and dimmed the lights with a few candles that created a nice ambiance.

They both enjoyed creating romance and intimacy out their nights like this, not necessarily into the messier or more intense side of their shared kink. 

Jungkook started unpacking the containers and noticed the omega’s eyes widen when he counted four orders of noodles, meaning three were intended for him.

Jimin almost seemed a little nervous, but the alpha could tell he was excited more than anything else - his sweet honey scent filling the room.

Once it was all spread across the table, Jungkook encouraged him to dig in while he went to change. The alpha knew that Jimin probably expected him to come back in comfy clothes for the rest of the night, but he actually just exchanged his suit for a casual t-shirt and jeans look.

Jimin paused mid-bite and looked at his mate in confusion, asking if Jungkook had plans after dinner.

The alpha simply told him it was a surprise and to keep eating his noodles. The instruction sparked new energy in Jimin and he eagerly dug back into his first container.

For the next ten minutes, the couple ate together in comfortable silence - mainly because Jimin kept a steady stream of food going, only taking breaks to sip on his beer or soda. 

Jungkook was honestly impressed to see how quickly his mate finished the first container. Jimin set it down on the table in front of him, the metal chopsticks clinking together as he leaned back in his chair and chugged down the second half of his beer.

The alpha noted the start of a swell to Jimin’s belly already filling out his dress, the savory saltiness of the noodles paired with both his frothy beverages bloating his stomach. 

The alpha swapped the empty container for the next full one after refilling the omega’s drink selection, tenderly rubbing Jimin’s stomach as he whispered praises in the omega’s ear.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed from the encouragement as he started in on container number two. Jungkook went back to slowly working through his own portion of dinner, mostly caught up in watching his mate enjoy their meal. 

Jimin paused, once again, to take a drink which end up being him draining his second glass of beer in one go. The noodles were very savory so it made sense that he needed a little palate cleanser.

Jungkook was well aware of his omega’s high tolerance, but he grabbed the glass and pushed the soda closer to him - making it clear to go for that one next. He had plans for the evening that didn’t involve getting tipsy although he did tuck that away for another night. 

While Jungkook arranged Jimin’s drinks, he watched his mate rubbing the side of his stomach; his chest was heaving just a bit after chugging his beer and it took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath.

The alpha kissed his forehead and decided it was time to do a check-in. Jimin seemed grateful for the question as he asked for a little break to digest. 

The omega’s stomach was forming a sweet little paunch; his dress continued to accentuate the bloat of salty noodles and carbonation.

Stuffings had started giving him such a taut roundness to his tummy now that he had added a bit more weight to his frame. Jungkook recognized the feeling was from a very primal place within his alpha, but every time he saw Jimin like this, he was absolutely love-struck by the sight. 

Jungkook encouraged him to keep going after a few minutes of gentle massage, knowing Jimin ate more when he ate faster. The little stomachache afterward was always worth packing more in given the results.

The omega nodded and jumped right back into his second container, now halfway gone.

The next half went down like a dream and Jungkook was genuinely impressed at his determined second wave.

Jimin looked at him, waiting for number three with a polite hand over his mouth to cover a few tiny hiccups and belches from the amount he had just sent down. 

Jungkook asked if he was alright and if Jimin was certain he could handle the third container, not wanting to push too far but leaving the decision in his mate’s hands.

Jimin admitted that it was going to be a nice stretch and he genuinely had more room, cheeks probably flushed with a little embarrassment if they hadn’t already been tinted red from the efforts of eating over the past hour. 

The alpha knew his mate’s stomach capacity had certainly been increasing over the past few months, but Jungkook made a point to check as Jimin sometimes would get caught up in wanting to please him and end up uncomfortably full following some more intense stuffings.

He trusted Jimin’s answer and slid the last container closer, deciding to feed it to his mate himself. 

Bringing big bites to his mouth, Jungkook immediately noticed that the third container was a slower process, with more time chewing and more sips of his soda in between bites.

At the halfway point, Jimin reclined back into his chair instead of leaning forward over the table - needing to let his belly stretch and accommodate his full stomach.

Jungkook’s eyes were stuck on his midsection. Leaning back showed the damage of the stuffing so well.

His belly was perfectly round, bloated, and tight to the touch - only further highlighted by the perfectly formed fit of his dress. The alpha abandoned the container to get his hands on Jimin’s body.

The omega had been moaning and groaning through each bite and finally said he didn’t know if he could finish the third container.

Jungkook stilled for a moment in thought and almost gave up on his plan to push his mate through the last part of the noodles, but he was looking forward to tonight’s idea so he decided to call it. 

Jungkook put the lid back on the container and told Jimin that he did an amazing job. He did ask the omega to finish the rest of his soda, the carbonation good for the tight bloat of his stomach.

The dress stretched nicely over his belly and he watched it expand just a little more as Jimin chugged down the rest of his glass.

Jimin went to press on the top of his belly, probably to push his food toward digestion, but the alpha stopped his hand.

Jungkook wanted him to stay stuffed tight for as long as possible. He gave one gentle press to the top of his mate’s stomach to push out the pocket of air.

Jimin let out a short belch and Jungkook watched as his stomach pushed just slightly farther, settling more after the air was released to its final stretch - not his max capacity but pretty close considering his plans for the evening.

Jungkook was going to test something out that Jimin had mentioned during the last big stuffing about three months ago.

At that moment, the omega said that his belly was so prominent that he looked pregnant.

Although the couple both didn’t want kids at that time, something about the comment had Jungkook thinking. He wondered if they could stuff Jimin so well that someone would think he was expecting and they were going to find out.

Offering his hands to help the omega stand, Jungkook smirked while Jimin looked at him as if he were insane.

If anything, they typically camped on the couch for at least an hour before moving to the bed. Getting up and out was going to be a challenge and the first time they tried anything like this.

With a huff, Jimin accepted his alpha’s hands and scooched to the end of the chair. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh when Jimin moved one hand to his lower back to help himself up.

This may be easier than he initially thought if Jimin kept up those little habits that really sold the look of a pregnant omega.

Jungkook encouraged him to walk to the door and wait for him to grab their jackets and his wallet. The alpha told him that he would help with his shoes in a moment.

Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked down at his prominent bump.

The omega gulped nervously and brought a hand to rub the top of his belly in a soothing motion. “We’re going out? Like this?”

The alpha smiled and winked. “Yeah, baby, you deserve dessert after that performance.”

“Oh, um, okay, thanks,” Jimin replied, not sounding entirely convinced and quite nervous. 

Jungkook walked over and cupped his mate’s cheeks, offering a kiss.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. Tell me to stop and we will go lay in bed, put on a movie, and cuddle. It’s just an idea that I thought we may like to try out.”

Jimin looked at him with complete trust and knew that Jungkook would always take care of him. “No, you planned such a nice date night. I’m sure it will be fun.”

“Great. I wanted to take you to that new ice cream parlor. We can take the train,” Jungkook replied, instantly easing the mood back up with his excitement. 

The omega just nodded and watched as Jungkook bent down to slip Jimin’s sneakers on and tie them. Jungkook put the jacket around his mate’s shoulders and appreciated how his belly was peeking out from the side.

With a bolstering kiss, they left the house and started walking towards the train station.

Jungkook held Jimin’s hand and tried to suppress his smile at seeing the omega waddle a bit to accommodate his full stomach. The food must have been heavy in his belly, barely digested, and topped up with carbonation.

Jimin was an absolute vision in his eyes.

As they approached the train station, the couple caught the eyes of an older beta woman who smiled as she passed them on the street. She looked from Jimin’s belly to the couple’s connected hands back to the omega’s belly.

Jungkook held his breath, hoping she would say something but no comment, just a pleasant smile.

Arriving at their boarding stop, the stairs were an unexpected challenge. Jimin groaned on each step down, mumbling about how full he was and that he felt huge.

Jungkook assumed that his mate might’ve been teasing him, knowing comments like that would rile the alpha up. 

However, when the omega was actually short of breath at the bottom of the stairs, Jungkook realized that Jimin had absolutely meant what he said. The alpha had to maintain full restraint not to openly ogle him in the middle of the train station. 

The timing worked well, and the train came just a few minutes after their arrival. Jungkook led them into a fairly full train for mid-evening and he searched for two open seats to no avail.

His mate honestly looked like he was a little teary-eyed at the thought of standing for the entire ride, wanting to rest his full belly after the brutal staircase. 

Jungkook rubbed the small of Jimin’s back to comfort him when an alpha spoke up from the bench next to them. The woman got up from her seat and gestured for Jimin to sit.

“Here, sweetheart, take my seat.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Jimin replied and he moved his hand to rest on his lower back before lowering himself to the seat.

Jungkook didn’t know if his mate was moving that way subconsciously or if he was onto the alpha’s plan, but Jimin was certainly playing the part of the pregnant omega very well. 

Jungkook moved to stand beside his omega, appearing to be the fully protective alpha, and said thank you to the alpha who offered her seat. She looked to be older, maybe in her fifties or sixties, and Jungkook waited in anticipation to see if she had more to say.

After a few moments, the woman said what Jungkook had been waiting for since you left the house - making the entire plan absolutely worth it. 

“First-time parents?” she asked nicely, her tone genuine and sweet. 

“Hmm?” Jimin responded, feigning innocence as if he didn’t hear the woman’s question.

Jungkook could tell that his mate was a little shocked by the implication even if he was just as hopeful for that appearance as the alpha was.

The woman smiled and asked again, “You both look pretty young. Are you expecting your first?”

Jungkook had to fight off his feelings of smugness, plastering an excited smile on his face and replied, “Yeah, we are pretty excited.”

The alpha then noticed another elderly mate couple that was smiling from the next bench over, listening to the entire interaction.

The elderly omega joined in their conversation, asking, “Boy or girl?” 

“Keeping it a surprise. The whole idea still seems so new,” Jungkook replied, earning a pointed look from Jimin that was hidden from the others when the omega turned to face his mate. The alpha had done his best to stop laughing at his mate’s reaction.

“Ahh, we get it. Congratulations either way!” the alpha who offered them the seat for Jimin said, still smiling at the young couple. 

Jimin returned their happy sentiment, finally finding the words to speak. “Thank you! We appreciate your kindness.”

The alpha seemed endeared by Jimin’s sweet response. “Of course! I couldn’t make you stand the whole time. I remember when my wife was in the second trimester - lots of back pain. She would’ve had my head if I kept you on your feet.”

Jungkook looked down to see Jimin’s cheeks shining bright red as he smiled, rubbing his belly gently.

Before any more could be said, the train came to a stop and the alpha offered his hand to help his mate stand up.

Nearly making the alpha laugh again, Jimin made a show of getting up, pushing out his belly, and thanking all three of their kind observers again.

They walked off the train and Jungkook instantly directed them to a quiet corner to get his hands on his mate’s round middle.

“You hear that, baby. Second trimester. I wonder what he would have thought if I said you were stuffed to the brim with noodles instead of a baby,” Jungkook teased, peppering Jimin’s red cheeks with kisses as he tenderly rubbed his tight stomach. 

Jimin whined and tried to cover his face. “Oh God, it was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened.”

Jungkook scoffed, landing a few gentle pats on Jimin’s stomach and making it jiggle up and down a few times.

“Was it? So embarrassing that you were waddling and laying it in thick with a hand on your back, pretending like you weren’t just well-fed and bloated. My pretty Minnie looks all knocked up.”

Jimin moaned quietly as his alpha continued his discreet belly massage. Between the situation of what just happened, the weight of his belly, and the fact that this conversation was happening in public, the omega was completely overwhelmed.

Teasing at home was one thing, but Jimin was definitely discovering something about himself in the semi-private corner of the train station. 

“Still want that ice cream? Gotta keep this belly tight and round for the ride home. You might get another free seat if they think you have a baby in here instead of a food baby,” Jungkook asked, continuing his verbal and physical taunt that was definitely affecting them both.

Feeling a little weak in the legs, Jimin leaned further into Jungkook as he knew his alpha would be glad to wrap his arms around him.

“Yes, please, need more. Want more.”

“Of course you do, always need more. This nice belly needs to keep growing. Maybe next time, they’ll say the third trimester,” Jungkook whispered in his omega’s ear, his arms sneaking around Jimin’s waist and feeling his omega’s stuffed belly fighting against him. 

“Next time?” Jimin whimpered, the omega ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment even though he absolutely loved the idea of doing this again. 

Jungkook knew that he needed to bring it back down, pushing Jimin very far in a very public area, but he couldn’t resist one final comment.

“Oh yeah, next time. We’ll go farther, and see how long you can be stuffed up. We will have to stop along the way to refill, won’t we? Maybe we’ll go on a trip, and keep you stuffed the whole time.”

Jimin had to bite down on Jungkook’s shoulder to hide his guttural moan. “Fuck, yes, please.”

“But first, ice cream,” Jungkook prompted, encouraging Jimin to leave his little hiding place.

His touches became more caressing than teasing. As soon as his omega pulled away from his shoulder, Jungkook pulled him into a tender kiss. 

Taking a moment to breathe through his lingering arousal, Jimin finally came back to himself and gave his alpha a beaming smile. “Okay, ice cream.” 

Jungkook chuckled, completely endeared by his mate, and leaned back in for a chaste peck. He offered his arm to Jimin with a gentlemanly gesture making his mate giggle and hooked his arm through the alpha’s elbow to direct them toward the station exit. 

Jimin halted as the station opened up to the street. “Damn it, more fucking stairs.” 

The alpha spent the entire ascent laughing at his mate’s pronounced waddle up the staircase. Jimin pouted and scolded him the entire time, feeling breathless once again at the end. 

“Okay, new rule - no stairs next time,” Jimin declared, hand on his belly as he panted through the effects of carrying his stuffed self up the stairwell. 

“Well, someone came around to a next time pretty quick, huh?” Jungkook teased, starting their walk toward the ice cream parlor with a smirk. 

Jimin smacked his arm and rolled his eyes. “Oh hush, just keep walking. I want mint chocolate chip with sprinkles like right now.” 

Jungkook leaned over and kissed his temple with a little huff of laughter, followed by another tap to the omega’s middle.

“Man, you are really committed to the act, baby. Playing up the cravings and everything.”

The omega gasped as the blush returned to his cheeks, smacking the alpha’s arm once again. “Oh my God, shut up!”

#bts feedism #bts weight gain #chubby bts #bts abo #omega jimin #alpha jungkook #chubby jimin #feedee jimin #feeder jungkook #bts mpreg mentioned #soft bellied tannies

[jorabrart]

Please read if you’ve got a second.

Hey folks, I hope you're all safe. Apologies in advance for my english.

Since it's the first time I do this I have to introduce myself. Hello, I'm Jordana, a visual artist and industrial design student from Argentina. I'm making this post because of what's been happening in my country.

The current (25-May-2024) situation of political and economic uncertainty in my country is having a very profound impact on the lives of its citizens (me included). For the last ~8 years, Argentina has been dealing with several socioeconomic and political challenges. The economy had experienced periods of high inflation and currency devaluation. The COVID-19 pandemic also had a significant impact on the country's economy, intensifying these pre-existing problems. However, since last December, these conditions have been exacerbated.

The current far-right government (see also link)(vehement Trump and Musk' admirers, pro exploitation of national natural resources by the UK, USA and Israel, anti feminism, anti pro-choice and anti LGBTQ+, to name a few things that best describe them), has taken very controversial measures regarding economic and political management.

In the last six months the cost of living multiplied exponentially, while the unemployment rate does not stop growing, the value of the local currency is depreciated and salaries are not enough to cover basic expenses. Just so you understand, currently 1U$D is worth around $1200 Arg pesos. This value fluctuates everyday, it is constantly increasing but rarely decreasing. While an average salary here is around 200U$D a month (yes you read that right), the cost of living (for the most basic consumption of food, rent and services) has risen to over 850U$D-1000U$D a month. Because of these huge exchange rates + inflation everything costs twice, thrice the amout I'd cost abroad. Of course, this in turn has a direct impact on employment and wages and prices. The current government has taken measures like: dysregulating food, technology, rent, healthcare and other essential services’ prices, allowing mass layoffs without consequences, and more. Because of this there's been massive layoffs across the country and the supply of jobs is increasingly scarce. Not to mention the fact that in most cases wages can barely cover rent and food, if anything.

⚠️ Here's where I ask for your help. At the moment, I’m living with my parents and sisters, and we’re having a hard time making ends meet. Without any luck, I've been job hunting for a while now, but I am still currently unemployed.

As previously mentioned, I am an artist without a large following. I am currently looking to open commissions in the hopes of making some money to help me and my family get through this and for preparation in case we have to move elsewhere. I'm afraid that leaving the country will be the only solution for many of us.

I am receiving tips and donations as well!

I know everyone is giving their money to important causes right now, but if you're able I'd really appreciate any help at all to help my family and I. With the exchange rates for many of us, even a small donation could help in a big big way, you don't need to donate a lot.

Here is where you can donate:

💚Ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/jorabr

💚Paypal: https://www.paypal.me/jorabr

I know I'm asking a lot of everyone, and I appreciate so so so much all the help. Please know that I am so grateful.

Please reblog if you can. Signal boosts will always be appreciated!

#artists on tumblr #art commisions #argentina #international politics #latin america #latina artist #donations #please help

[lurk24]

Skywalker OG at day 65

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Strain: Skywalker OG at 65

Source: clone of Feminized Seed (photo period) ILGM

in the 31x31 tent --

Mars Hydro FC-3000 (300 watt)

Reminder / disclaimer ⚠️ NFSOT (not for sale or trade) ⚠️ MEDICAL GARDEN ⚕️

The pictures or video in this post are taken by me and the plants are grown by me in a legal state while maintaining a medical recommendation (MMJ patient since 2000, with an OCBC member number under 4000, and a 99 plant growers certificate). I am posting the pictures as art and for educational purposes. More info & resources at LURK24 dot com

#420photography #cannabis #homegrown #weedporn

#420photography #cannabis #weed #420 #420stoner

[shyla1kitten]

I totally headcannon that Roy is trans, soooo, I went through every character and tallied down the female presenting to male presenting eyelash/eyeliner ratio. 1 male (Roy), 42 females, and two people I couldn't decipher had eyelashes/eyeliner, further proving that having eyelashes/eyeliner is a common femine trait rather than masculine. The point is that this guy is definitely transgender male, so I drew some fanart of Roy going through a few things many transgender males go through!

⚠️ Below the read more, there is a poorly draw needle! ⚠️

#roy spooky month #spooky month #transgender #transmasc #spooky month headcanon #trans man #trans ftm #hatzgang

[jessekestrel]

Portal 2 Through a Critical Feminist Lens

An essay I wrote on how the plot and characters of Portal 2 can be viewed through a critical feminist and queer lens. Essential background reading for any of my Portal fics, as it establishes what I believe are GLaDOS' real motivations for testing and other very important details about the characters in my stories.

Can also be read on A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41351046

⚠️Content Warning ⚠️ This essay discusses the oppression of women through sexual, emotional, and physical violence, both real and in-game. It also contains a mention of suicide. Nothing in this essay is described in graphic detail, although it may still be upsetting. I understand that these themes are triggering for many people.

Feminist theory is a critical lens dedicated to studying the depiction of women in media in a world where those who identify with the female gender are discriminated, humilated, and put in lesser positions of power than men. It aims to expose how real-world misogyny in the real world seeps into literature, and show us more progressive forms of uplifting women through media. Valve’s 2011 video game Portal 2 features two characters, that, when studied via a feminist critical lens, challenge norms of male political domination and heteronormativity. Chell and GLaDOS also subvert traditional gender expectations, and work in tangent to take down men that are abusing their power. Such a story is very relevant to human nature and wider society through the feminist lens.

Lois Tyson, a feminist critical scholar, defines the critical theory as examining

 ‘ "...the ways in which literature (and other cultural productions) reinforce or undermine the economic, political, social, and psychological oppression of women" [1] 

It identifies and analyses various positive and negative depictions of women, ranging on the scale from featuring modern female characters that stand up for the rights of themselves and others, to presentation of women as being ‘meant to stay in the kitchen’ to unnecessary objectification. Critical feminism also reveals damaging discrimination of women and compares to real life issues, such as the lack of women directing top-grossing movies, to draw attention to social injustice. Critical feminism is split into camps with slightly to significantly different motives, viewpoints, and actions. A general consensus on core beliefs in critical feminism, however, was concluded upon by Tyson:

Women are oppressed by patriarchy economically, politically, socially, and psychologically; patriarchal ideology is the primary means by which women are oppressed. In every domain where patriarchy reigns, woman is other: she is marginalized, defined only by her difference from male norms and values. All of Western (Anglo-European) civilization is deeply rooted in patriarchal ideology, for example, in the Biblical portrayal of Eve as the origin of sin and death in the world. While biology determines our sex (male or female), culture determines our gender (scales of masculine and feminine).

All feminist activity, including feminist theory and literary criticism, has as its ultimate goal to change the world by prompting gender equality. Gender issues play a part in every aspect of human production and experience, including the production and experience of literature, whether we are consciously aware of these issues or not. No educated person can deny the fact that rape, objectification, stereotyping, lack of freedom of speech or movement, and other forms of discrimination are a major issue for women across the world. For example, a man in the United States pleaded guilty of raping a 14-year-old girl, yet got no jail time. [2] The newly imposed abortion laws in the US restrict women’s right to bodily autonomy. [3] Moreover, a lesbian couple in London were brutally attacked on the bus, simply for refusing to entertain a gang of teenage boys.[4] Critical feminism exposes how forms of discrimination seep into media, and analyses how women can be better represented and empowered through literature. Such an example of oppression of women in fiction is the common occurrence of female characters being written with less depth than their male counterparts.

Contrary to popular belief, this critical theory doesn’t always brand a text as purely ‘feminist’ or ‘not feminist’. Novels, films, plays, music videos, and other forms of creative expression are made up of a complex web of features, and some aspects of a text may empower women in some way or another, while another may reinforce typical patriarchal oppression. Portal 2 is a prime example of this. Interpretation of the video game’s story may differ depending on what critical lens it is viewed from.

How does Portal 2 relate to feminist theory? Portal 2 is led by two female characters, and takes place in an unspecified (but implied to be very long) after the events of the first instalment. Portal introduces the story with Chell, a woman who is used as a test subject for experiments testing the Aperture Science Handheld Portal Gun Device, and GLaDOS, a sarcastic, sly, and vengeful robot who was built to monitor testing. The dynamic between these characters is integral to the development of plot and theme from the beginning of the series.

GLaDOS appears to be with helpful intentions at first, but as Chell completes more and more tests without dying, she reveals her hatred of the test subject’s existence. Despite the fact that Chell cannnot speak, we can tell through her actions that she will do almost anything to take down GLaDOS and escape from the hellish labs of Aperture. The game concludes with Chell’s murder of the machine and her subsequent ‘cryosleep.’ None of the motivations for GLaDOS’ cruelty are touched upon until the sequel, however; and Portal 2 has a deeper story that allows for a much more interesting analysis through the critical feminist lens. For these reasons, I will be focusing on the second instalment for this essay.

Later on, Chell and GLaDOS are forced to work together to take down past and present patriarchal oppression. They still have their points of conflict, but when they are confronted by the reality of what two men are doing to them, they are no longer enemies. Most players, who originally disliked GLaDOS for her seeming lack of sanctity for human life, find themselves strongly supporting both female characters, feeling angry when the enemy gains power, and sorrow when they experience unnecessary suffering. By the conclusion of the game, the audience can closely identify with who was once the brutal antagonist. Her bitterness towards humans is revealed to be motivated by the fact she was enslaved as an immortal overseer of pointless experiments. We find out that GLaDOS was once human, and that she despises patriarchal ideology. Men robbed her of the freedom to pursue anything that is not for their scientific benefit and the opportunity to die against her will. Therefore, it is clear why she used to show no remorse murdering humans.

When viewed through the critical feminist lens, this part of the game shows us the themes of patriarchal oppression, hegemonic masculinity, and the ownership of women by men. At a cursory glance, the power that men exert over women in Portal 2 appears to be a reinforcement of sexist gender stereotypes. However, the way in Portal 2 depicts patriarchal ideology and gender stereotypes does not praise them. It shreds them apart. Disturbing impacts of toxic masculinity left unhinged are shown front and centre. Such evil has a profound influence on Chell and GLaDOS in particular. A dead man’s craving for power is the reason why Chell has been stuck in a hellish laboratory she’s been trying to escape from for hundreds of years. Even more jarringly, Chell is the only human she loves, yet GLaDOS can’t express her feelings because the Perpetual Testing Initiative installed into her may involuntarily compel her to kill Chell in the name of science at any point. She makes the choice to set Chell free, since the human wants nothing more than to escape, but also because she is frightened that the instinct to test that was forced upon her (by men) will cause her to hurt Chell even more than she already has. Feminism is portrayed as morally right, and patriarchal ideology is shown as being very wrong. As a result, Portal 2 is a feminist text.

Hegemonic Masculinity and control of Women and its role in Portal

During the 50s to 70s, Cave Johnson was the CEO of Aperture Science. He speaks on pre recorded lines addressed to the test subjects in his laboratory, and is heard speaking when Chell traipses through old Aperture with GLaDOS. He conducted questionable experiments on people, such as turning blood into gasoline and injecting test subjects with mantis DNA. [5] Only recordings of his voice are heard. However, it is clear that from his first announcement that he abuses his power in the name of science. He fires an employee who uses a wheelchair because ‘ramps are expensive.’ His lust for scientific knowledge is shown to be bordering on sadistic when he says:

"Good news is, the lab boys say the symptoms of asbestos poisoning show a median latency of forty-four point six years, so if you're thirty or older, you're laughing. Worst case scenario, you miss out on a few rounds of canasta, plus you forwarded the cause of science by three centuries. I punch those numbers into my calculator, it makes a happy face."

From just several quotes, it is obvious he will let very little stop him in his quest to satisfy his curiosity. Cave displays little respect for women and several traits which are integral to the concept of hegemonic masculinity:

Hegemonic masculinities are at the top of the gender hierarchy and exist in relation to subordinated gender constructs. Traditional constructions of hegemonic masculinities include risk-taking, self-discipline, physical toughness and/or muscular development, aggression, violence, emotional control, and overt heterosexual desire. [6]

‘Hegemonic’ is defined as ‘ruling or dominant in a social or political context’ which his masculinity most definitely was over Aperture. His actions and power over the facility also line up with Lois Tyson’s first two uniting beliefs of critical feminism and reinforce traditional gender roles. He says ‘I’m Cave Johnson. I own this place’ implying that his masculinity gives him the right to do what he wants, regardless of whether or not it is morally stable. He also shows significant arrogance, a common trait of the patriarchal ideology and hegemonic masculinity. He insinuates that people identifying as feminine, or expressing themselves as female, are weak and pitiful, a problematic gender stereotype:

"I'm no psychiatrist, but coming from a bunch of eggheads who wouldn't recognize the thrill of danger if it walked up and snapped their little pink bras, that sounds like 'projection'."

It is implied that he has a partner named Caroline. She served as his assistant. Although a relationship between the two was never directly stated, he speaks of her as if he finds her physically attractive (She’s pretty as a postcard’.) A portrait of them is also located in old Aperture. During the time period Cave was alive, it was unusual for a man and a woman to feature in a painting together unless they were in a relationship. Professor G. Christopher Williams, Associate Professor of English at the University of Wisconsin makes a statement on this:

"By fulfilling the expected obligations of a 1950s 'wife,' Caroline sounds as if she might as well be married to Johnson, and after all, given Johnson's alignment with American exceptionalism and what it can achieve through technology, he is the 'science' that she has married herself to." —G. Christopher Williams, Associate Professor of English at University of Wisconsin - Stevens Point.[7]

Sadly, the full brunt of Cave’s abuse of his masculinity and power is forced upon this woman.

In the 1950s, Cave acts in a gentle manner towards her, and holds her in high regard (‘She’s the backbone of this facility,’ ‘She’s a gem.’) His complimenting and allowance of her to hold such a high role is most likely what caused Caroline to gain trust in him. As he is dying of an experiment gone awry in the 70s, however, he becomes aggressive in desperate efforts to continue his research after he is gone.

The point is: if we can store music on a compact disc, why can’t we store a man’s intelligence and personality on one? So I have the engineers figuring that out now. Brain Mapping. Artificial Intelligence. We should have been working on it thirty years ago. But I guess it’s too late for should haves and what ifs. I will say this - and I’m gonna say it on tape so everybody hears it a hundred times a day: if I die before you people can pour me into a computer, I want Caroline to run this place. (Now) she’ll argue. She’ll say she can’t. She’s modest like that. But you make her. Treat her just like you’d treat me. Hell, put her in my computer. I don’t care. Just make sure she’s taken care of. Allright, test’s over. You can head on back to your desk.

Cave’s main motivation for uploading Caroline’s consciousness is not because she cares about her as a person. It is expanding his regime of relentless and dangerous scientific research, blind to moral consequences, after he is dead. If he truly cared about her, he would have offered her the choice to die a natural death. Cave chose Caroline as the most capable candidate for his replacement and gradually manipulated her into her trust until he had the legal power to force her consciousness into a machine in the worst act of his hegemonic masculinity. Caroline assertively states ‘I don’t want this’, but he doesn’t listen to her. Afraid, she says again, ‘Mr Johnson, I don’t want this.’ This has no effect on him, and she is still installed into GLaDOS. He is abusing his power and showing the worst integral traits of hegemonic masculinity: aggression, violence, and emotional control. From the context of the previous quotes, we know that Cave justifies his actions towards Caroline with his status, masculinity, power, and scientific prowess. Perhaps even more disturbingly, it is possible that Caroline was murdered for this purpose, as Cave was still alive briefly after GLaDOS was activated. These events compel the audience to feel loathing for Mr. Johnson. They also draw to our attention the injustice of abuse of power and masculinity. Cave used his hegemonic masculinity as an excuse to abuse, control, manipulate, and gain property rights over women.

Cave also displays ownership over Caroline by forcing her to become GLaDOS for his own ambitions, and Caroline is very passive to this until he tells her what he plans to do. He is determined for his research to continue after his own death, and therefore is very possessive of her. She only speaks to and as a response to Cave. Her tone of voice and the ways in which she addressed him show submission and a sense of being lower in the patriarchal structure of Aperture than he is (‘Yes, sir, Mr Johnson.’) She never gains an opportunity to express her personality, beliefs, morals, or emotions outside of the context of her partner and his actions. From a patriarchal point of view, Caroline is nothing more than a shadow, an assistant to a man who would be useless if not working with Cave. In What’s the story? Feminist story, narrative, address, we can find striking insight into how patriarchy reinforces the idea that women in relationships are owned, controlled, and defined by their partners through a real life suicide account: [8]

Bhuvaneswari had known that her death would be diagnosed as the outcome of illegitimate passion. She had therefore waited for the onset of menstruation. While waiting, Bhuvaneswari, the brahmacarini who was no doubt looking forward to good wifehood, perhaps rewrote the social text of sati-suicide in an interventionist way . . . She generalized the sanctioned motive for female suicide by taking immense trouble to displace (not merely deny) in the physiological inscription of her body, its imprisonment within legitimate passion by a single male. . . . In this reading, Bhuvaneswari Bhaduri's suicide is an unemphatic, ad hoc, subaltern rewriting of the social text of sati-suicide. (308)

The line ‘imprisonment within legitimate passion by a single male’ is especially relevant. We see that by simply being in a relationship with a man, her individual identity was erased, and her right to freedom became restricted by the desires of her partner. She became mentally, and later literally, imprisoned by the hegemonic masculinity and scientific ambitions of Cave, and the audience is angered that the patriarchal system deemed Caroline as worthless without Cave. Caroline would not at first anticipated that he would begin taking control of her for science; for if she did know, why would she be in a relationship with him? As he succumbed to illness, he gradually became more and more crazed about science, and desperate to control her. In 1952, She most likely would have been able to pick up on the warning signs of a heightened desire for control later on in their relationship, but was too frightened to confront him, noting her extreme submission to him in her voice lines. Bhuvaneswari commited suicide because she wanted to free of men controlling and defining her identity on the basis that she had a sexual relationship with a man once. Perhaps Caroline’s fervent distress upon being told Cave desired to transfer her consciousness to a robot after she died was motivated by something similar. It is evident that, for one thing, Caroline is utterly petrified at the prospect of becoming a hyper-intelligent, all-powerful, immortal supercomputer. And rightfully so! Decades of witnessing alarming experiments may have decreased her sensitivity to moral ambiguity; but little apart from Cave’s signs of gradually sliding into insanity could have prepared her for this. In the context of Bhuvaneswari and Portal 2, it is also feasible that she opposed becoming GLaDOS because she did not want to be controlled by the motives of her husband and essentially be owned by him for the rest of her existence. Such a motivation is likely, considering that GLaDOS kills all of the scientists (possibly including her husband) with neurotoxin shortly after she is activated, murders every test subject except for Chell, and states outright that she loves revenge. She also attempts to poison and incinerate Chell multiple times in the first game, and doesn’t begin to show respect for her until memories of being Caroline are triggered, and realises they are both fighting the same ultimate enemy - the patriarchy. Only at the conclusion of Portal 2 does she finally gain the chance to displace (not merely deny) in the physiological inscription of her body, its imprisonment within legitimate passion by a single male.

The consequences of patriarchal ideology given far too much power are portrayed as being very negative, and from this we can uncover a subtext about how men must regulate their hegemonic masculinity. Cave’s actions were justified by his status and power as a male CEO, and his desire to extend his research for his own sake after his own death resulted in an almost constantly tortured existence for his wife. The Perpetual Testing Initiative installed into the mainframe is a notably disturbing action Cave took in the wake of his hegemonic masculinity taking over. During her short time disconnected from the mainframe, GLaDOS’ behaviour changes drastically. She uses less sarcastic, bitter remarks against Chell simply for being human, and instead displays amiability towards working with Chell and a determination to overcome another character reinforcing the patriarchal ideology -- Wheatley -- albeit to a lesser extent than Cave did. A typical statement from GLaDOS regarding Chell before she was taken off the mainframe is:

"This next test involves turrets. You remember them, right? They're the pale spherical things that are full of bullets. Oh wait. That's you in five seconds. Good luck."

GLaDOS is still very frustrated and angry, as she usually feels, as she travels with Chell outside of the mainframe. However, she is strikingly less hostile towards Chell, and even displays concerns for her safety (‘Just remember to land on one foot…’) Co-operating with her was probably something she would very rarely consider under Cave’s mainframe programming, even in dangerous situations where she required help from Chell. As she begins to recognise the recordings of Cave’s voice, she is overwhelmed with memories, and uncovers the emotional part of her - Caroline - that had been buried for thousands of years.

"Look, you're... doing a great job. Can you handle things for yourself for a while? I need to think."

At first, she seems wary of this man, but the recording of Cave shouting about combustible lemons excites her (“I like this guy!”) After hearing about how he abused his employees, possibly dredged up the forgotten trauma of being forced to become GLaDOS, and bringing up to Chell the ‘testing euphoria’ installed in the mainframe, so strong that it often overtakes the conscience, she still wants to return to it.

"The body he's (Wheatley - the secondary antagonist) squatting in - MY body - has a built-in euphoric response to testing. Eventually you build up a resistance to it, and it can get a little... unbearable. Unless you have the mental capacity to push past it."

However, as she makes clear, GLaDOS has some resistance to the euphoria, and therefore has a small degree of free will while attached to it. Her motivation to get back is also motivated by the fact that she is attached to a potato at this point, and must regain her power as soon as possible to stop Aperture from being ripped apart. Wheatley, like Cave, was going insane with lust for power. She had reattach to the mainframe in order to save Chell’s, as well as her own, life. Cave installed the test solution euphoria response in an aim to make GLaDOS do almost anything to achieve what were ultimately not her own goals and desires, but his. This alone is very disturbing. Not until the end of the game do we discover GLaDOS’ true feelings for Chell, and the utterly tragic extent to that a dead man’s selfish hegemonic masculinity affected her.

After Wheatley is defeated by Chell, she shoots a portal at the moon and scrambles through it. Instead of being sucked out into space and dying, GLaDOS, returned to her enormous serpent-like body, yanks her back through the portal and saves her life. This action alone shows us that GLaDOS has enough willpower and determination to overcome the urge to use her for science and listen to her moral conscience instead, at least temporarily. We then are transported to GLaDOS’ chamber, where she composes a heartfelt and touching confession of how she feels for Chell before setting her free.

“Oh thank god, you're alright. You know, being Caroline taught me a valuable lesson. I thought you were my greatest enemy. When all along you were my best friend. The surge of emotion that shot through me when I saved your life taught me an even more valuable lesson: where Caroline lives in my brain."

This is truly feels about Chell without the influence of Cave’s Perpetual Testing Initiative. The identities and emotions of Caroline and GLaDOS, which form one self, both feel immense caring for Chell. She doesn’t want her to get hurt ever again as a result of the desire to do almost anything for science that Cave installed in her. In an act of unconditional love, she decides to let her best friend free. Supposedly, she deletes Caroline, and her voice shifts from oozing with affection to sharp with hostility.

"And then you showed up. You dangerous, mute lunatic. So you know what?" "You win." Just go." [gentle laughter] It's been fun. Don't come back."

Further insight into her next actions reveal to us that it is unlikely she actually deleted Caroline. Instead of shooting her with the turrets, GLaDOS sings a spectacular and compelling Italian opera devoted to her as she ascends to the surface. This is the English translation:

Beautiful dear, my darling beauty! My child, oh heavens (Chell)![note 4] How I adore you![note 5] How I adore you! Oh my dear, farewell! My dear child... Why don't you walk far away? So far away from Science! My dear, dear baby... Ah, my beloved! Ah, my dear! Ah, my dear! Ah, my dear! Ah, my little girl! Oh dear, my dear...

GLaDOS clearly is experiencing great suffering at the loss of Chell, and doesn’t want her to leave, but knows that she must be set free for her own safety. She acts as if all of her emotion has disappeared after she supposedly deletes Caroline because she wants to make Chell feel motivated by fear to step onto the elevator. Once she is inside, there is no going back. GLaDOS, surrendering to her sorrow, takes her last chance to express her love for Chell and let her know she cares before she reaches the surface.

What is particularly incredible about this is the use of the term ‘Mia bambina.’ It directly translates to ‘my child’ from Italian to English. It may seem to imply that Caroline is remembering that Chell is her daughter, but it is not. The context of this term in Italian with the context of the other actions GLaDOS takes towards her tell a different story. ‘Bambina’ is an Italian slang term that can also be used like English-speaking say ‘baby’ to refer to their significant other, and Ellen McLain, GLaDOS’ voice actress, uses ‘bambina’ in the same way. In addition, producers of the game at Valve discuss multiple times GLaDOS’ more than platonically inclined relationship with Chell in the ebook ‘The Last Hours of Portal 2.’

“And the dysfunctional romance that builds between the player’s game avatar and GLaDOS…” chapter 3, page 10

“But part of the charm of Aperture is the sterility of the world and the intimacy of the player’s relationship with GLaDOS” chapter 6, page 5

“Everyone agreed that Portal 2 was going to end with the AI GLaDOS breaking up with Chell” - chapter 11, page 4

It is made evident that GLaDOS has romantic feelings for Chell, at least on her part. This is very significant in the critical feminist lens. In the patriarchal system of old Aperture, a woman loving another woman would have been scorned and prosecuted. Overt heterosexual desire , according to Hinojosa, is a common trait of hegemonic masculinity. In society today, men frequently feel and act as if they are entitled to relationships with women on absolutely no other basis aside from the fact they are men. They attack lesbian and other LGBT+ women due to their own insecurity and jealousy. Some people, particularly men, abuse the rainbow community because they think that their orientations are disgusting, when really their relationships are not much different from those of heterosexual people, okay as long as it is consensual and safe for people involved. The incident on the bus is just one of many cases of homophobia running rampant in the modern world. Most critical feminists stand up for the rights of the rainbow community, regardless of whether or not the people they are fighting for identify as female. The conclusion of the game is where the consequences of Cave’s hegemonic masculinity are made the most evident. GLaDOS is never allowed to fully express her love for Chell because of the constant looming danger of the Perpetual Testing Initiative that Cave installed in her. She is frightened that the partially involuntary and intense pre programmed desire to gain new scientific knowledge will put Chell in danger if she is to stay with her. As a result, GLaDOS realises that the most morally sound and unconditionally loving option is to let Chell free. The crazed lust for knowledge is essentially not hers; it is Cave’s. The heartbreaking effects of hegemonic masculinity and control on GLaDOS is a striking example of how patriarchy can ruin lives if given too much power. Mary Eagleton articulates this incredibly well.[9]

Men must learn to be silent. This is probably very painful for them. To quell their theoretical voice, the exercise of theoretical interpretation. One has scarcely the time to experience an event as important as May 1968 before men begin to speak out, to formulate theoretical epilogues, to break out and to break the silence. Yes, these prating men were up to their old tricks during May 68. They are the ones that started to speak, to speak alone and for everyone else, on behalf of everyone else, as they put it. They immediately forced women to stay silent. They activated the old language, enlisted the aid of the old way of theorizing, in order to relate, to recount, to explain this new situation. May 68. Feminist Literary Criticism - Mary Eagleton

Portal 2 also wants to show us that indeed, men must learn to be silent-- or, rather, they must take control of their worse traits -- arrogance, impulsive and unjustified aggression and violence, and abuse of power for the moral rights of others. This crucial message is becoming alarmingly and increasingly relevant in today’s world. Many men, especially in America, have abused their power and attacked the rights of women, the rainbow community, those with disabilities, and others. Multiple US states have greatly restricted the right of pregnant women to bodily autonomy if they become pregnant, some not allowing abortions if they were raped, or not allowing abortions at six weeks when a baby is very underdeveloped and incapable of feeling pain. The abortion law in Alabama was written into law by a woman and signed by another woman. It is worth noting that patriarchal ideology is not only spread by men; toxic ideas that are ultimately damaging to women and others can also be advocated by those who identify as female. Patriarchy is about demeaning the rights of women and other groups socially, economically, politically, and emotionally, but it does not have to be used by men in order to be harmful.

Donald Trump, former president of the United States, has made multiple misogynistic comments [10] and has been accused by many women of sexual misconduct, [11] but some continue to support him. He is an example of hegemonic masculinity given too much power to hurt others.

These supporters of the patriarchy should learn to regulate their hegemonic masculinity, although with extremists, it is unlikely to happen. Instead, feminists must fight for equity and just social rights across the world, and continue pressing for change when unjustified, bigoted, blind criticism and hatred is thrown at us from those who fail to make an effort to understand why patriacrhal ideology is not right. Portal 2 is a compelling reminder of the importance of feminism. It is a story that will remain relevant now as a telling of what happens when patriarchy takes over, and in the future where this ideology is no longer so common, as a cautionary story warning us not to fall back into the old ways. Portal 2 is more than just a video game. It is a storytelling masterpiece, a work of art, one that also serves as an esoteric statement of why patriarchal ideology needs to be fought against.

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1. https://owl.purdue.edu/owl/subject_specific_writing/writing_in_literature/literary_theory_and_schools_of_criticism/feminist_criticism.html

2. https://abcnews.go.com/US/bus-driver-raped-14-year-girl-prison-time/story?id=62726773

3. https://time.com/5591166/state-abortion-laws-explained/

4. https://www.cbsnews.com/news/homophobic-attack-london-bus-lesbian-couple-speaks-out-after-alleged-hate-crime-melania-geymonat-2019-06-08/

5. https://theportalwiki.com/wiki/Cave_Johnson_voice_lines

6. Hinojosa, R. (2010). Doing hegemony: military, men, and constructing a hegemonic masculinity. The Journal of Men's Studies, 18(2), 179+

7. G. Christopher Williams. ""Her Name Is Caroline": Identifying the Misbehaving Woman in 'Portal 2' < PopMatters". Popmatters.com. Retrieved 2011-05-05.

8. Rooney, E. (1996). What's the story? Feminist theory, narrative, address. differences: A Journal of Feminist Cultural Studies, 8(1), 1+.

9. Eagleton, Mary. (1991) Feminist Literary Criticism. Page 5.

10. https://www.self.com/story/sexist-president-donald-trump-comments

11. https://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2019/06/trump-allies-react-e-jean-carrolls-allegation/592870/

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