#And it would still be a male brain in a male body with male hormones and male conditioning

[soulren]

Go spend some time on male pattern baldness or male(AMAB) balding forums/subreddits and such. I did after realizing it is happening to me and the ammount of people who truly don't realize how BRUTALLY it tanks people's confidence and mental health is insane.

There's no cure to baldness by the way, and it can start at any time and there's no way to predict how fast or slow it will go. The only real working option is a daily pill that usually just halts it, but it can stop working or just slow it down or cause major side effects. To regrow you have to use a daily topical solution, or use a roller to wound your scalp. None of these are surefire by the way, and if you stop them you'll just lose your hair and whatever you regained. It's a daily involved thing that might not work and often at best just retains. The best drug, the one that occasionaly gives regrowth, also causes shedding at the start, and can have side effects from growing breasts to brain fog to EDsyfunction(sorry, censoring cause tumblr). Now, those are INCREDIBLY rare and almost never happen but it weighs heavily on the mind of those already spiraling.

But that's just background. What I'm here to talk about is the pure woe you'll see on those forums. People speak as though their lives are over, as though they've lost every chance of finding a woman(predominantly, there's a running idea in such places that women don't like bald men or like them less) or doing anything. You can read countless stories of people who describe that they no longer go outside, are now filled with anxiety and self-hate, have gone from extroverted to never showing their face. And some of these people are kids who lost their hair in high school or even before, or are holding as best they can to a very receded hairline and feel like there is nothing they can do.

And then there's something touched upon far less in those communities, but is important to bring up here; baldness and masculinity. There's the horror of knowing so much of society sees a bald guy as a very masculine guy, at seeing that the best advice for being hot and bald is "grow and beard and big muscles bro". Imagine now you're AMAB balding and nonbinary, or a trans woman who doesn't want to be on hormones.

Just genuinely take the time to look at those forums no matter who you are. Understand what these people go through, what I am currently going through. It is soul-crushing, spiraling, brutal. I have the dream of one day being like Brennan Lee Mulligan or Matt Mercer and starting to lose my hair made me feel like I could never. I felt like and still feel like I would have to be masculine, have to be a bro-y dude, have to look older than I was(I'm fuckin 22). It was the feeling that I could never dress feminine again, never present as a woman when I wanted to again, that I'd always be viewed as a bald guy before anything else.

This is an incredibly vulnerable post for me, and I hope it reaches you all as well in a kind and understanding mood. There's a tendency online for people to joke about baldness, to make fun of it, to treat it as a playfull silly thing but it fucking ruins lives, and it shouldn't. It happens to half the population's sort of bodies and very often. It should just be a neutral thing. You don't need long hair to be feminine, you don't need hair to be feminine. You don't need hair for anything. I guess I'm just saying in general that everyone should be kinder about balding, more understanding, and view it with as much import as they'd view the pixels between this sentence and the next. None at all, I mean.

And for those like me, very feminine guys who wanna keep that and don't want a beard and are terrified of balding, here's some names and I do hope others that see this will add more; Mr. Bruce (also in The Correspondents(band) Alex Ward in LA By Night Jason Carl in LA By Night Cecil Baldwin of Welcome To Night Vale Bob The Drag Queen RuPaul(in looks alone, I know about the whole fracking stuff but this post is about looks) tananasho on instagram Also your mannerisms and style of dress will convey femininity far more than your hair. Yea sure a front-on neutral shot of you may not and maybe you need makeup and stuff, and hell maybe a lot of people might reject you more but it'll just filter down to the people for you.

And to all you artists and writers and creatives; make more bald characters. Try it out. Feminine ones, masculine ones, all sorts. None of the copout nonhuman sort, just dudes and girls and mates and individuals who are all sorts of things and also bald. It might make a few of the people going through the various vortexes of pain that balding causes feel a bit better.

And to those noticing I did not adress female hair loss much here, that was intentional. I am AMAB and currently a nonbinary guy who goes by any pronouns but often likes to present as fem. I learned I was possibly losing my hair and lost two months of my life, no work or going or anything, to male hair loss forums and research and spiraling. Checking my hair twenty times a day, unable to sleep, unable to eat, unable to think. And my situation was NOT unique, but it also did not give me any experience or understanding of female hair loss and what AFAB people may go through with that, so I don't feel knowledgeable enough to speak on it. Also living with baldness WILL get easier and you will find something that works for it, by virtue of simply living with it. Things get easier with time.

#bald #balding #hair loss #hair #hair care #minoxidil #dermaroller #baldness #bald and feminine #bald fem #using a lot of tags due to this being triggering for many and cause I want it to be seen #and because I want those who went through what I did to be able to find it #mpb #androgen alopecia #also I know this post is long but I'm not sorry cause it's important. If even one person has a bit less stress then that's good. #feminine bald man

[malereadermaniac]

Barrack bunny ~ BNHA guys x Bottom Male Reader

Military AU Characters: Bakugo, Deku, Shoto, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Hawks Art Credit: KADEART (Hawks) - couldn't find artistis for the other 2 nsfw! minors dni & fem readers dni!

In an all men's unit, within which all of the guys worked out constantly and looked the part, you were different

You were evidently gay, something which is thankfully accepted nowadays

But most of the guys took a liking to you despite you out-ly being gay - something still slightly frowned upon in the army

You weren't annoying and you did your job, but you were nice to everyone and would always check in on guys when they looked down

But the thing that your peers noticed the most was the fact that you were the dictionary definition of a barrack bunny

Not that any of them were complaining about it - they were all young men around their 20s which still had hormones and needs

It just became tricky when most of the guys took a liking to you which was further than a sexual one

Katsuki Bakugo

The man was practically made for the military - he follows orders to a tee and sticks to the set routine

Bakugo is serious about his role in the army, even if he is in the lowest rank there is

He takes training seriously, which is very evident when you take a look at his body - he looks like he was sculpted by a god

The blonde's pecs and abs were chiseled as hell and his back was massive just like his arms

The way Katsuki carries himself just exudes confidence - and holy fuck he just looks right with a rifle in his arms

Bakugo had noticed you around, you did stick out like a sore thumb at the end of the day

The blonde really did take a liking to you, despite not really showing it

He would subconsciously look out for you on the field and would blush whenever you helped patch him up

And whenever the explosive man would need to release some steam, you were always there for him

Katsuki had never questioned his sexuality - he'd always thought of himself as straight

But hey, the army brings out parts of men that they didn't know they had

Whenever Katsuki wanted you- no rather he needed you, the blonde would walk over to your bed and knock on the frame three times

A small signal he'd established with you to let you know he needed to feel you around him

You would then tip-toe over to somewhere quiet and go at it like bunnies - just like your nickname suggested

You'd always found Katsuki at his hottest in his uniform, so he made an effort to wear it most of the time when fucking your brains out

He looked so good, maneuvering your body and making you do exactly what he wanted while in uniform

The muscular man also would go fully out when fucking, a dominating and sadistic persona coming out of him - to your utmost of pleasure

Katsuki would make you worship his body toe to head (literally)

The man would make you kiss his boots, make you take them off and kiss his feet before letting you move up all along his body

The blonde would make you choke on his veiny, sweaty dick, his bushy pubes stuffing your nose and limiting the already little oxygen you were receiving

Bakugo loved having power over you, so most of the time he'd let you put in little to no effort while he ruined you

Katsuki covers your body in his own unique marks while he pounds into you

He forces you to kiss him and his body while he drills his dick into your prostate

By the end of the night, you've both came twice and half the barrack is awake - but neither of you could care less

The two of you were like a perfect match, affectionately and sexually - so it made things complicated when Bakugo began wanting you to himself

The built blonde started showing his affection towards you more publicly

Katsuki would also be more brutal during training, shooting glares at his peers which are also frequent visitors of your barracks

And the sex would only get more possessive and more rough as Katsuki's feelings for you strengthened

He wanted you to himself more and more

Izuku Midoriya

If there was another person that didn't really fit in with the other soldiers - it was Izuku

He was more meek and less hard-core about the army than his peers

However on the training grounds, it became evident that Izuku belonged in the army

The man was ruthless, he had his mind set on the end goal and we would reach it

His body was incredible, built perfectly - he wasn't incredibly muscular but he most definitely wasn't unfit

Midoriya and you became friends the first day of your mandatory service, and he immediately took a liking to you

The green-haired man found you caring and calming - he could always be relaxed around you

Being reckless on the training grounds meant the man was always in need of bandages

And Izuku loved how careful and dotting you were whenever you patched him up

The meek man, of course, knew about your reputation as the unit's barrack bunny, but he couldn't care less - it just meant he had more reason to like you

Whenever Izuku craved your touch, craved your body, he would tiptoe to your bed and scratch your head, ruffling your hair for a hot minuet before making hid way to the disabled bathroom

No-one in your unit was disabled, so that poor bathroom was your go-to spot for sinful activities

Midoriya loved it when you rode him, he loved holding your waist with his rough, scared hands and just admire your the contrast between your bodies

The muscular man also wasn't small whatsoever, the small bulge in your abdomen every time you sank on his veiny cock was proof of that

You loved listening to Izuku try to hold in his moans, small whimpers escaping his throat through his gritted teeth, his face scrunched up as he struggles not to cum while holding in his noises

The sound of your ass slapping against Izuku's muscular thighs would echo throughout the bathroom along with your moans - which you never bothered to hold in, half the barracks had heard them before at their own hands

Izuku would kiss you constantly, your lips plump from how long the man makes out with you for - and when he isn't kissing you, he's marking your neck with his own light pink lovebites

And due to Izuku'a fit nature, he can last for a long time

Your poor self is fully spent, having came 3 times by the time Izuku finally shoots his boiling hot load inside of you

What pushes Izuku over the edge of lust to love is the many moments you two have shared after the green-haired hunk has re-arranged your guts

Your heavy breathing harmonising with his as you comfortably lay your naked body on Izuku's

Midoriya likes to run his rough fingers up and down your back, the two of you Chat about almost anything during that time - he's never been so close with someone before

When Izuku comes to terms with the fact that he likes you, he starts to be more possessive of you - he calls out his peers when they talk badly about you and glares at guys who say they need a piece of you

But mostly, Izuku's sex drive increases ten fold - he fucks you day and night, at the training grounds or even your own bed with the others around

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto was ranked just slightly above the others - of course due to his efforts in the army, but mainly due to his father making a generous donation

He still slept in the same barracks and would only be in charge of your unit if absolutely no other superior was on the field

The others liked Shoto, he didn't get much special treatment and he still put in a lot of work - he would train like a maniac

The stoic man would spend most of his free time in the gym rather than anywhere else

Shoto knew about you, but he'd never really been interested in you

He'd heard his peers talk about how good you were and how charming you were, but the half n' half man was never really interested

That was until he really paid attention to you on the field

You caught his eye and he couldn't wrap his head around 'how someone could look so good on the field while also doing so well'

Shoto really admired your dedication to your role - and it really did help that you were fucking drop dead gorgeous

The tall soldier had decided he wanted to see why everyone was so smitten over you

So the two of you started talking quite a lot; to the point where Shoto would subconsciously look for you first in a new room

Another perk that came with his father's donation was that Shoto had a private bathroom - a room which the two of you became very familiar with

Shoto would even bother being sneaky about it, the man's ego would actually get inflated when he would ask you in front of everyone to go fuck

"(Y/n), join me in my ensuite?" That's all the man would say and you're already perking up and following behind the tall soldier

For a sheltered rich boy, Shoto can sure get down and dirty with you

He strips down fully and likes to watch you stare at his slim-toned body, a blush creeping on your face as blood rushes to your dick

If there's one thing Shoto likes to always do with you it's watch you squirm against him as he fingers you ruthlessly

The toned man puts his slim, long fingers to good use, sitting you naked on his lap - your skin against his - as he abuses your prostate constantly

Shoto fucking loves watching you squirm and try to hump against his dick while he curls his fingers against your gummy walls

The man gets off to your whimpers too much for his own good

And by the time he re-arranges you to impale you on his dick, you're already stretched out enough to only feel the pleasure of Shoto's skinny, veiny 8 incher

Shoto's go-to is having you lay on the closed toilet while he towers his thin, muscular body above you - his dick plowing into you while he hand wraps around your throat gently

Your moans fill his ensuite immediately, accompanied by Shoto's own moans and groans at full volume - the privacy of his ensuite coming in clutch, as the two of you like to get noisy

The man holds you in place gently by your throat, his thumb caressing your cheek as he wipes away the tears his dick is forcing out of you

Shoto also loves to tease your dick, wanking you off while he pounds his cock deep inside of you - teasing your dickhead from time to time, his moaning chuckles echoing in the room as he watches you writhe in overstimulation

Once Shoto discovers that he has feelings for you, his ego becomes a real problem

The two-tone haired man wants everyone to know that you belong to him - whether you actually do or don't

Shoto wraps his arm around your waist and makes you sit on his lap whenever the unit is hanging out during free time

Or he'll fully tell other guys to fuck off of they're with you

He also fucking lives off of the looks other guys give him when he does things like that

Shoto just can't help it, he needs you to be his

Eijiro Kirishima

The redhead exudes masculinity - he really was made for the army

Kirishima is one of the most well-liked of your unit, almost second to you

The man is extroverted and helps out his peers when the need it, but best of all, he looks really fucking good in camo

Eijiro immediately took notice of you, he was one of the first to talk to you and eventually get with you

The redhead was quite fond of you, he liked how you cared about your role but you weren't too hard-core

You really liked Eijiro too, he didn't go to the gym much, despite staying so muscular somehow

He was very well built, his back and arms looking perfect 24/7

It was almost impossible for you two not to have sex at some point

It just so happened that the aforementioned point in time was very early

Kirishima also fucks like a beast - while also looking like a sex-god as he plows your brains out

The redhead likes to pull you to the side whenever he's horny and he drags you to a place where he can get it on with you

Kiri also knows how horny you get whenever he wears his tank top, so he most definitely wears it every time you two get it on

His arms and back just look so good in it, and he likes to watch you physically get turned on by his body - it seriously inflates his ego

Ejiro also fucking loves to dominate you - it's a common trend amongst military men

The redhead loves to force your body into positions where he holds all of the power

Full Nelson is his favourite by far, Eijiro loves showing off his strength by holding you up, forcing your body down on his thick cock with such ease

The muscular soldier also can't deny his affinity for being worshiped

Especially his smell, Kirishima gets so turned on when he makes you smell his sweaty body after training all day

He makes you sniff his musky balls and dick before sucking him off, forcing your nose into his forest of pubes for minutes at a time just forcing you to inhale his scent

Kirishima also likes making you ride him, watching you struggle to take his thick, veiny cock while you moan and whimper, dick twitching pathetically

Eijiro particularly likes to take control once you get into a rhythm and give your system a shock with a new pace, a rough pace

It then that Eijiro grabs your hair tightly and forces your head into his arm pit while he fucks up into your abused hole

Your head woozy from the muscular soldiers musky sweat and your body trembling from his cock plowing into your poor prostate

The man also doesn't keep quiet, so your whole barrack can hear Kirishima as he cums deep inside of you, claiming you as his own for just that little moment in time

However, once the Beast of a man has had his fill, he's incredible at aftercare

Kirishima goes out of his way to clean you up to a tee and then let's you rest on his warm, muscular body while he plays with your hair

Eijiro really enjoys the moments after sex, sometimes even more than the sex itself - the first time he thought time it immediately clicked that he liked you

Initially, Kiri is subtle about the fact that he likes you

He might be more physically affectionate when around other people

Or he may be more careful with you in bed even though you insist you can take more

However, once other guys start to show interest in you in more possessive ways, Kirishima feels the need to match their level

So his arm is around your waist whenever the redhead can get it there

And if any other soldier tries to make a subtle move on you, Kirishima finds that the best deterrent is to awkwardly call out their behaviour

"Are you trying to flirt with, (y/n)? You think you have a chance?" In the most sincerely confused tone was Kiri's go-to and it sure did work

Sero Hanta

Sero was another one of the more social soldiers

He did his job when he had to, but an opportunity to slack was never not taken

The two of you were friends before anything happened between the two of you

You would only hangout with each other, Chat and play shitty games - like normal friends

He knew you were a barrack bunny and he couldn't give less of a fuck, he would call out anyone bad mouthing you and would say "that's a slay from you though" when you would tell him about a recent fuck of yours

The two of you were nothing more than close friends, you two weren't afraid to shoe physical affection

So one time when you were sat in Sero's lap facing him, most people would of thought something was going on there - but there wasn't, not yet at least

It was when you fell asleep that the problem began

It was late at night after a huge training day, so while the other members of your unit played a game of cards, you were sleeping like you'd never slept before in Sero's lap

But once everyone else had gotten tired and gone to bed, you and Sero remained on the floor - your unconscious body snuggling into Sero's

Unfortunately for Sero, you move a LOT in your sleep, resulting in the poor man popping a boner

Which would just not go away! Mainly due to your unconscious and accidental grinding against his dick

So, as Sero profusely blushed and tried to move you off of him, you woke up

And you felt Sero's raging boner pushing against your ass

What happened afterwards was a blur but it went along the lines of you two rushing into the bathroom and going at it

Sero's very gentle with you - despite his slim-toned build

The man focuses on your pleasure, your moans and whines egging him on as he fucks up into you while playing with your nipples

The two of you don't fuck very often, but when you do it's earth-shattering and comfortable at the same time

It also isn't awkward to stay friends even though you two share such intimate moments, the real problem arises when Sero's platonic and sexual feelings for you become slightly romantic

His behaviour barely changes, but when you two are doing your usual clingy friendship activities, the toned soldier holds onto you just a little tighter

He also becomes obviously upset when you're hanging out with someone else

And during sex, Sero hugs you and kisses you while softly fucking into you - marking your neck with soft hickeys

He softens even more than usual when he starts to like you romantically - it's a nice change, contrasting your other peers who absolutely demolish you

Denki Kaminari

Unlike most other soldiers in your unit, Denki slacks at any given moment - even if he knows he'll get in shit for it

He's such a dumb yet lovable idiot, his shocked and scared expression slightly charming when he's getting an earful for dozing off on lookout

He's one of the more hormonal soldiers to say the least - and it doesn't help that he has quite the perverted side to him

So when Kaminari heard that your hobbies include getting fucked by every other member of your unit, he knew he needed to get a piece of you

The two of you were friendly to begin with, but the fact that you had a soft spot for goofy men who look fucking hot in uniform really helped speed your relationship along

All it took was for Denki to accidentally blurt out that he thought you were ridiculously attractive and that he didn't mind getting shouted at by superiors of it meant he got to sneak around with you - and with that you were ready to pretty much jump on his dick

If there's one thing Denki likes to do with you it's make out

The soldier will drop all his duties and sneak around the superiors just to hide away with you and hold you in his lap while the two of you kiss messily for half an hour - Denki dry humping his clothed crotch up into the smooth curve of your ass

The blonde looks so, so good in uniform, his white tanktop highlighting his slim, muscular body while the camo cargoes just suit him so well

He doesn't like to be subtle about the fact that you and him fuck, so whenever it's just your unit with no superiors, he likes to rub it in the others faces that you and him are heading off to a supply shed

And holy shit is Kaminari good at what he does

After making out for God knows how long, the man will move you into his arms, Denki standing up while his tongue is still playing with yours

The blonde likes to show off how strong he is - despite being a slacker, he does train a lot

Denki holds you in his arms, your legs around his waist while he one handedly unbuckles his cargos and pulls yours down the curve of your ass

Kaminari certainly shows off his strength when he moves you up and down on his veiny dick with such ease, hitting your prostate with every thrust while you hold onto his broad shoulders tightly

Being kind of a perv, the blonde fucking loves watching you drool and blush from the size of his dick, your fists tightening to hold Kaminari closer and your eyes being forced to look up from the pressure and pleasure his dick was forcing onto your ass

It's only when your chief loudly bangs on the door of the shed that you're fucking in that Kaminari takes his eyes off of your fucked out face and slows his pace down

"Kaminari! What's taking you so long?" The chief shouts

Denki quickly moves his hand to your mouth, his rough palm keeping all of your moans from escaping

"S-SORRY SIR! C-CUUUMING NOW!" The blonde shouts as his pace quickens, your walls clenching against Kaminari's thick dick so tightly that he actually starts cumming

You can hear your superior walk away faintly, the sound of his steps mainly blocked by Denki's whimpering and grunting in your ear as his cum seeps out of your cock-filled hole

"Sorry I couldn't help myself... You're just toooo warm and good~"

Now while Denki may be very sex-brained, he struggles to separate sex from romance - so he falls for you pretty quickly

He's one of the only members of your unit to loudly state that they like you

Most of his peers make fun of him for saying things like

"I can't wait to leave here and date, (y/n)..."

Your peers telling the blonde that you would never settle for him in a million years

But Denki couldn't care less about what they say - he's ups his game by being super sappy and clingy around you, but you don't mind exactly; you can't deny that you like the attention

The rest of your barrack is fucking fuming that Denki gets to do shit like that with you, so most of them follow suit and try to one-up each other - all thanks to Denki

Keigo Takami (Hawks)

Keigo is one of the older members of your unit - he's a 30 year old surrounded by mainly 24-26 year olds

But he's got a young spirit, so he fits in exceptionally well

And fucking hell does he fit into the army well as well - he's another one of the guys which was made for the military

The blonde constantly works out and takes his role very seriously - his body reflects that on so many levels

His arms and his back are insane, and this legs are so built it's crazy

Keigo had noticed you immediately, the man knew he was bi and couldn't turn down releasing some stress so the two of you were on each other almost straight away

Being older, Keigo has so much more experience, so you've always liked being with him - whether you two were spending time together or he was fucking the daylights out of you

The blonde soldier was charismatic and affectionate but not in an over the top way - which got you riled up all the more

He would have one of his veiny hands on your waist or shoulders all the time, he'd smirk at you while looking down into your eyes with his arms crossed - the man was incredibly attractive to say the least

When hanging out with other members of your unit, Keigo loves to exert dominance by having you on his lap, an arm around you waist and his head resting on your shoulder - smugly grinning when the others give him a jealous glare

And when he wants to let you know he wants you cumming on his dick, all Keigo does is gently grind into you - but if you're already in bed, the tall blonde bend over you and kiss your neck slowly

Keigo would then leave to the bathroom, chuckling to himself when he hears your hurried footsteps behind him

The man fucks like an animal in heat

He likes to strip you naked but keep himself fully clothed in his casual uniform, bending you over on the ground as he plays with your exposed hole

"So fucking tight, even with all the dick you take, sweetheart" Keigo compliments you as he smacks your ass, hard

He likes to push on the small of your back as he lines his hard, veiny, uncut dick with your entrance - forcing your back to arch perfectly for him

Keigo likes to start slow with you, sinking his cock all the way inside of your tight walls and immediately starting to thrust into you slowly

Your breathy moans echo in the bathroom while Hawks' rugged moans grace your ears

The muscular blonde then likes to pick up the pace, fucking you rougher and harder by the second until your a drooling, moaning mess

He also moans really loudly, his masculine groans filling your ears along with sadistic chuckles and laughs from the immense pleasure Keigo is feeling from your tight ass and watching you look so whorish

He fucks you into the ground, his thick dick splitting you open while your dick dangles between your legs, leaking precum constantly

As Keigo starts to lose himself in the pleasure of fucking you, he moves his bare foot onto your head, pushing your head harder against the ground as his body shifts to get his dick into you deeper

The blonde laughs and moans as his veiny hands grip onto your waist, pulling you hard onto his dick

The usual slapping sound of sex is muffled by Keigo's cargoes and his tanktop is now see-through as its drenched in his sweat

The older man's pace speeds up even more when he cam feel you tighten, your moans raising in pitch as your dick twtiches in pleasure

By the time your loud, slutty moans are registered by Keigo, he's balls deep in your ass shooting his hot, thick cum deep inside of you - rutting his hips against your ass, therefore rubbing his tip even more into your prostate, overstimulsting you just enough so that it's still pleasurable

Once the blonde soldier pulls out of you with the wet slurp of his cum-covered dick, Keigo likes to watch his thick cum drip down your thighs and onto the floor

He admires his work for a bit and then cleans you up

Keigo is extremely good at aftercare - even military men need to be taken care of!

The two of you lay on each other and tiredly chat about life - during this, Keigo likes to roll his fingers over your body, admiring you

He never thought he'd fall for you - Keigo always saw himself as above the other, more mature, he thought he could handle a no-strings relationship

But seeing you with others, knowing that other men get to experience the heaven that is being around you and being inside of you - it really pisses Keigo off

The man, just like most of the other members of your unit has fallen for the barrack bunny - he becomes slightly more possessive than he already was

But again you don't mind, it may make you seem like a bad person, but the attention is a nice bonus on top of the good dicking down you get everyday

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[eldritch-spouse]

Okay so you touched briefly on Bregg using his tail for penetration on Reader who couldn't take him

Would you mind expanding on that? 👀

It doesn't have to be this exact scenario but I just really need some tail-fucking content 😭🙏

-🙊

[Fem reader.]

TW: Tail fucking; He's a bit pushy at the start.

He's grinding on you again.

That on its own is no issue. Or rather, you've come to trivialize the fact that Breg just tends to latch onto you after a hard day of work. He always says the same things- That he misses you. That he's lonely, that you smell nice (you're pretty sure you're just sweaty), that he can't help it... And that's- That's fine. Because at least, after humping one out at your expense, he gets in much better moods and will practically bend over backwards no matter what you ask of him. Which is very useful.

What is not so fine is when Breg tries to put his dicks in you. Which is starting to happen a little too much for your tastes.

He knows it doesn't work. The two of you have tried time and time again, and you're just nowhere near that level of stretchiness yet. Breg needs to get it through his thick head that he's several feet taller than you and he's hung like a stallion and you're only human. These things take time and effort, he can't be impatient about things. When you explain this to the horndog, he nods along and it really does seem as if it's sunken in to his smooth brain- But then this happens!

You can only groan in distaste while he keeps trying to nudge your legs apart instead of settling for your thighs. As soon as Breg succeeds, chirping his approval and soaking one of his cocks in your slick, you try to stop him before the breeder gets any bright ideas.

" Breg. "

" H- Hm? " He sounds guilty already.

What, does he think you can't feel him trying to push in lightly, can't feel him slip and nudge your clit instead? Damn him and his stupid fat cocks.

" Breg. " It's a warning this time.

He just moans, trying harder.

" It's not going to work, you know this. "

He manages to catch the right position. Though, as soon as the male starts putting force behind it, a sharp stab of pain zings up your body and you push against his chest hard, making the breeder peel back and whine.

" Stop it, it's not happening. " For good measure, you grab his shaft, trapping Breg in place while he twitches slightly in your grasp.

" But you're so wet! " The monster insists, pleased at the notion, hormone fried brain not putting two and two together.

Much to your annoyance, he has the gall to try to slide his spare dick in, as if it would work, by some miracle. You shift your pelvis away and he slides harmlessly on the crease where sex meets thigh, resisting the urge to smack him with a pillow.

" That's not enough. We talked about it before, this needs time- "

Above you, Breg makes a sound like he's dying, defeated, drooling past grit teeth as wants and consideration war. " I just want to be inside you so bad... " He unhelpfully moans.

You shiver.

He acts like you don't want that too, the idiot. As if you're not distraught that you can't fit him either and how it might put a dampener in the sexual side of your relationship.

Huffing, you reach upwards to cradle his face in your palms, letting Breg lean into the contact. " Well, you can still do that. Just with your fingers or your tongue for now, while I work up in the size department, yeah? "

It was meant to console the breeder, keep him hopeful for the future, let him know that not all is lost even if his horndog brain says so. Instead, it inspires a very different reaction in Breg.

See, when those gears start turning, his face tends to fall into a neutral expression, which is to say, he kind of looks like a blank canvas. You squint at your roommate-turned-creepy boyfriend with some skepticism, wondering what's going through that mind right now.

" Hey. " He starts, grinning.

" Don't like that tone. "

Your comment is ignored, he dips to peck the top of your nose. " What if I used... My tail? "

Oh.

" Ew. "

It was a gut reaction. You didn't even think about it. His tail... He wants to fuck you with his tail? That's new. Said appendage wags rapidly behind the breeder, slapping on the mattress as if to commend Breg for his stupendous brainfart.

The craziest part is that, maybe, it could work. He's got fine motor control of it, and it has varying degrees of thickness. The only problem is... It's his tail. You know, the thing that's constantly knocking against stuff and getting in all sorts of places.

" Ew? What do you mean ew?? " Breg recoils, sounding vaguely offended and hurt.

" Sorry, that just caught me off-guard. " You cringe. " Is it clean? "

The monster relaxes and nods, grabbing the extremity and pulling it to his front. The body part is clearly still trying to express his happiness, even when trapped by strong hands.

" Of course it's clean! I'm clean. "

There's an eye roll. " No Breg, I've seen it drag on the floor behind you. All the time. "

He deflates. " Buh- "

" Not buts. Go wash it. "

As quickly as he slumped, Breg springs to a stand again, gripping his own tail hard enough to make you wince on his behalf. " Does that mean you'll give it a shot? "

You'd like to say you deliberated over the matter thoroughly, but in reality, you saw that hopeful goofy smile and decided immediately. " Yeah, I guess. "

" YES! " He nearly roars. " I love you, angel. "

You wave him away with a hand and heated cheeks, listening to the male scramble to the bathroom and turn a faucet on while you rest against the pillows and question if this is actually a good idea.

[...]

" Is- Is this good? "

He swallows, holding your legs up, one ankle held up and apart in each large hand as he stands between your legs, tail beneath his, driving what little length of itself it could fit there madly.

" Mmn- Y-Yeah, it's ah- " Your eyes roll, he's not being merciful or taking it slow in the least.

To Breg's credit, he's got better limb coordination than you expected, drilling his tail into your pussy almost mechanically, only ever faltering in the beginning. You've coated him in slime by now, and something in the back of your mind says that you're welcoming a bit more girth than you could before.

" Good, okay... " He murmurs, entirely distracted by the view.

The breeder can't tear his gaze away from the way how, even just using his tail, you still bounce with the force of each drive forward, all the soft parts of you swaying almost hypnotically to him. From tits to face to belly to legs to sweet cunt- He finds himself groaning heatedly like he was (metaphorical) balls deep in you.

" Fffuck, you're amazing. " It was meant to be a compliment, but it comes out more like pleading, Breg getting almost dizzy by the concept of actually getting to put either of his cocks in you one day. Your only response is to make a clipped whimper and turn your face away.

" You're clenching really hard. " There's a smile behind those words, immense pride about being able to make you feel so pleasured with seemingly any part of him. It's a real ego-stroker, so you let him have his fun for now.

" I can't wait to feel that on my cocks. " He bets it'll feel so nice, it'll make him come in a minute, you're so fucking perfect, he can't wait. " Hah- You're soaking me. "

The closer you seem to get, the more desperate the breeder becomes, brow ridges creasing as he's left neglected, throbbing aimlessly and occasionally bumping against you. Breg keens and instinctively bucks his hips when you move yours to chase more friction, too turned on to realize it only looks silly.

Eventually, his vocalizations alert you to what's happening, and even if you're debating getting your orgasm now, you can't help but feel bad for the monster.

" Here- Here, let's try something. "

After a couple moments of puzzling out something appropriate, you end up on your hands and knees while Breg stands, his long tail winding around to keep fucking into you at the same steady pace as before, and your tongue alternating on which shaft to tend to.

Admittedly, it's a nice view, getting to see his abdomen flex in pleasure, blue teeth biting a thin bottom lip as he tries, and occasionally fails, to divide his attention between the pace of his tail and moving his hips so he can slide his drooling dicks on your face.

" Y- You're always so smart. So thoughtful- " He praises, twitching in anticipation, ever the infatuated fool.

" Oh, shut it. " You'd be lying to say this doesn't at least do wonders for your self-esteem.

He may be a little too big for your pussy, but you can put at least a bit of him in your mouth, thankfully, and you eagerly do. The moment you suckle on his left tip, looking up with doe eyes, Breg cranes his head back and furiously drops his free hand to his remaining shaft, pumping. The noises he lets out as he feels your walls around his tail and your lips hug his length are lurid. He's always too loud in his enjoyment, but that's almost endearing at this point.

In truth, your servicing becomes sluggish and sloppy the moment you start feeling that perfect coil in your core. Another couple inches of his tail slip further in and the suddenness of your orgasm hits you like a brick, having you wide-eyed and moaning deliciously around Breg's cock.

" Oh- OHhn! Fuck- Fuck I like that, do that again! "

He grunts from above, having the wherewithal to keep pistoning hard through your climax, almost jostling you in the process.

It was a satisfying orgasm, you'll admit. Probably the closest thing to being properly fucked by the breeder you'd done so far, and that leaves a sense of accomplishment in you.

As you stop to catch your breath, Breg's now slippery tail eventually drops from your well-fucked hole, and before you can question where it's going, you hear a nasty, foul slurp from above.

Predictably, he's sucking your cum off his tail like it's a glazed sugar topping, to which you make a vaguely weirded out grimace.

Still licking at himself, Breg smiles and moves to angle his oozing members back towards your mouth with a wanton leer.

" Please please please please- "

Well, it's the least you can do.

#Bregory #monsterfucker #terato #terat0philliac #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #not sfw #nsft #minors dni

[ggggggfft]

Have you ever helped detransition someone before, if not outright forced their detransition?

That depends on your definition of “forced.” I would say I have coerced girls into detransitioning, but the ones I’ve toyed with have always wanted to be stripped of their faux masculinity in the most humiliating ways. I give them plenty of opportunities to walk away. To say no and try to abandon this particular kink. But they always - Always come crawling back telling me how drippy are for transphobic porn. How they need Daddy to fuck their little girly pussy and turn them straight. They can’t help it. Craving dominate male seed and obeying their biological urge to reproduce is literally hardwired into their smaller brains. They will always be female first and fakeboys second.

My first experience with detransing was with my ftm girlfriend of several years. He was a she when we first met and started dating and when he finally worked up the courage to transition he only did so socially. I continued fucking his soft, womanly body and playing with his massive tits like nothing had changed, because aside from a few key words and a new name, there was nothing different about her. We were still having straight sex with my cock buried deep inside her slutty testosterone free pussy. She still loved to have her nipples teased and played with and it made her so wet. She was still fertile and could get pregnant at any time. She wasn’t on birth control.

After about two years of being out and still no HRT we began to play with her gender in the bedroom. She liked when I told her to take it like a girl. That I was raping her like a girl. That she would be a good girl for Daddy’s cock and let me use her pussy. In her mind, it was all pretend, playing into her fantasies of being a femboy. For me it was the perfect way to subconsciously train her to enjoy her body as it was. For her to come to terms with her birth sex and accept her womanhood. To go back to being my girlfriend. We broke up and to this day she is still going by he/him pronouns, but she has had no surgeries and while she did recently start hormone therapy she is taking the lowest dose possible. She has a very cute little mustache and gets misgendered every day by strangers, coworkers, and even supportive family members who are fully aware she is trans and has been for years.

We fuck now and then and when we do she asks me to fuck her cunt instead of her ass and get her pregnant. She calls her clitoris her babydick or even her boyclit and the last time we fucked I was testing the waters and called it her clitoris and she said nothing in her defense. Every time I pull her pants off she’s wearing panties and she will “cross dress” if I tell her too. I’ve never come out and told her about my fetish but I feel like part of her must know or at least suspect the truth, and yet she still can’t keep her legs closed around me. She’s my long term project and I hope as her biological clock starts counting down she finally cracks and gives in to what she obviously needs.

What really kicked off my hunt for fakeboys was a girl here on tumblr. I liked her blog description, she was 18, and she had reblogged so many posts begging for transphobic asks and rape threats. I sent her what I now think was a pretty mid dm describing how I’d fix her if she was my daughter and I found her blog. She responded by sending me pics of her shaved teen pussy and begging for more filth. I was hooked after that. She’s now fully addicted to misogyny and incest porn. She’s my good little zoomer slut who I can always hit up for pussy inspections or to make her drink her own piss. She fully accepts that she is a woman in mind, body, and soul, but we agree she should continue hormone treatment because it makes her even more horny and depraved.

She has gone out in a wig and breast forms and dresses in public for me and will sit in cafes with her legs spread and her big red cherry and drooling slick cunt on display for the world to see. She’s terrified of being clocked and actually hate crimed every time, but she just makes such a convincing cis girl that nobody ever notices. As soon as she gets home she gets on cam with me and rubs her clitoris while thanking me for showing her what a dumb tranny she is. I have her crouch in front of the camera and finger herself until she squirts onto her gym clothes for tomorrow. I have her chant that she is not a man. She will never be a man. She is her cunt and cunts are slaves to cock. I have her endlessly repeat that she wants to be a girl because girls are stupid and inferior and get to be dumb, brainless cumrags eating ass and getting fisted all day long while she jackhammers a dildo into her sweaty cunt.

She started out wanting to be misgendered and feminized, but I’m proud to say I broke her. If it doesn’t involve detrans and misogyny, she can’t get off any more. We’ve discussed it and if we were to move in together, with her coming to a new city in a new state where nobody knows her she would definitely detrans for real.

Right now I’m working on a girl who hasn’t come to terms with the reality of her desires. She is also a filthy sex slave but she insists on using those annoying he/they pronouns. She’s entertained the idea of becoming my good girl all the way, but is still reluctant. I get so turned on watching her try to resist her desires but knowing it’s futile in the end. if I want her to be a girl, she will be a girl. End of story.

Last night I had a great session with another ftm who started out being unsure and using he/him, but by 4 in the morning I had her telling me how she wanted my big fat cock to fuck a baby into her in front of her family. How she wants her dad to see his grandson being made. She fell completely in love with her vagina and the pleasure it can bring real men by the end of the night.

I’m waiting to sniff out the perfect gold-star tomboy faildyke to forcibly detrans. I want her to be defiant and tough and mean as hell so that when she’s a fucked out set of holes who only lives to worship men and get pregnant and give birth and has an IQ of 50 and giant plastic tits that victory will feel all the more glorious.

There are others but this post is already so long. If you’d like to make it longer, you can always dm me or send anons if you’re nervous. I love knowing there’s a shy girl behind the screen somewhere frantically rubbing her clit to these asks.

[beatrixstonehill2]

Kylie was thrilled when she got a scholarship to attend University in Alabama. She was a bit shy, as a trans girl moving to a new place, and got rather lucky looking for roommates. She moved in with a lesbian couple consisting of two trans girls, Dana and Piper. The girls were so sweet and extremely accommodating to the very shy Kylie, who mostly stayed in her room and studied. Kylie didn't really date or bother her roommates, though she saw them make out constantly and heard them fuck several times a day. She always made it a point not to leave her room if she heard them having sex. Overall, it was a bit uncomfortable but she was adjusting well.

One night, Dana and Piper were watching some sort of live political session. They were absolutely giddy, holding all four hands, one atop the next, shoulder to shoulder. Kylie was ignorant of politics and asked what was up. Dana gleefully explained that they were voting on a forced detrans bill that would require any trans person under twenty-five not only to go off hormones, but take the hormones of their biological sex in very strong doses. For trans men it meant estrogen and fertility drugs like Femruptarin, for trans girls, testosterone and Rocket to greatly increase the size of their genitals.

Kylie was stunned, completely flustered, asking if it would apply to her. They told her it would, she'd have to detrans and become a boy like they would. The lesbian couple seemed utterly elated, their small cocks visibly twitching in their shorts. Kylie watched like her life was flashing before her eyes as the bill unanimously passed. Dana and Piper immediately started making out intensely the second they approved it to go in effect immediately. Kylie was left shaking, so both girls took her to the bedroom, gently caressing her shoulders, her breasts, down to her rather large cock. They smiled when they felt it, telling her how gorgeous it'll be after going on testosterone and Rocket.

The couple reassured her what great news this was, whispering how they'd be too horny to care that they were going through male puberty and being forced to become guys. Their cocks would triple in size, every orgasm would be like shooting a liter of cum. They started kissing Kylie and undressing her, telling her that her cock would be over twenty inches, her balls would grow to the size of grapefruits. She'd cum so hard her body would shake, her brain would feel like it's splitting in half, every time. They could still be femboys, even if their voices dropped and they had stubborn beards, they kissed her neck telling her how excited they were to see her Adam's apple grow as her pretty voice deepened. They squeezed her G-cup breasts, pushing their even larger tits against her, telling her they'd have sexy flat chests, their gorgeous breasts would be chopped off in less than a week, whispering how hot it'll be to finally lose their boobs and have chests like boys are meant to.

The girls' erotic moaning and whispering intensified, slowly telling Kylie they were all just boys anyway playing pretend, making themselves into perverted, male fantasies of girls, pumping their testosterone-starved cocks as they lived out their lesbian porn fantasies. They marveled at Kylie's already big cock and told her it represented how she was totally never meant to be a girl. Her cock proved her body knew it was supposed to be a boy through all the estrogen, chemical forced feminization, and blockers. The girls made love for hours, celebrating their upcoming detransition, and after only a half hour or so of this couple whispering sweet nothings in her ear about growing a huge cock and losing her big fat breasts, she became putty in their hands, allowing herself to be posed and played with and teased and sculpted every which way they desired. In spite of her cock being over twice the size of theirs, they both took turns topping her.

All of Kylie's cares melted away as drool down her lips. She couldn't wait to finally embrace being a boy like her new lovers..... She craved these stronger, male orgasms and all the delightfully naughty changes testosterone would do to her poor, feminine body, forever reshaping it, making her irreversibly masculine, never again able to enjoy being a sexy young woman with big fat breasts and a cute face, petite frame. She'd watch her body grow, her tits get taken away, her body hair thicken, her facial hair come in, and relish every moment of it, finding it the biggest turn on of her entire life.

#detrans kink #mtf detrans kink #mtftm kink #mtftm detrans kink

[jd07201990]

The Park rangers and staff all warned us not to go near the lake, as it’d been quarantined by the state, pending water testing. My best friend Lily and I had planned on having a girls’ night in the cabins by the lake. We decided to forgo the warnings, and stay anyway, both of us only had 3 days off, and we weren’t going to waste it.

It was late, or rather, early, the sun wasn’t yet rising, when Lilly said she was bored and couldn’t sleep, that she wanted to go out to the Lake, maybe see what they were hiding. I, stupidly, agreed. We trudged out to the Lake, a short walk from the cabins, then crossed the yellow “Danger – Do Not Cross” tape they’d surrounded the lake with. The water shimmered in the last of the moonlight.

We’d walked out to the dock, looking over the water, seeing absolutely nothing of interest, when the dock moved suddenly as if hit by something from underneath. Lily and I wobbled, and she bolted back to the sandy area, just as the dock was slammed from the side, and I tipped, arms waving, into the water.

The water was icy cold, a real shock to the system, but I’m Co-Captain of the Swim Team, and I’d be damned if a little cold water was going to take me out. I scrambled to catch my bearings, then froze, as I saw something terrifying in the blackness below me, I nearly gasped, before my brain realized it was still underwater.

Below me, slowly rising, was a stunning young lady, from the waist up, appearing to be about my age. From her hips down, she was a gleaming blue-green pattern of scales, with a large fluid tail. Her silvery white hair glimmered as it flowed behind her, the water above throwing the light. She swam up to me, stopping so that our eyes caught. Her eyes were green, like emeralds, and her pupils, slits. She looked me over, her eyes paused on my breasts, my t-shirt clinging in the water. Her eyes trailed over my torso, to my hips, then back. She looked almost disappointed.

Then, my lungs heaved, and I was sure I would drown. My mouth opened to take in a breath, and suddenly, her lips were on mine. I felt her tail moving as she blew air into my lungs, swimming upward. It felt like an eternity, and something in my body was on fire, my skin tingled, my bones creaked and popped, and I felt as if I was getting heavier. Then, suddenly, she let go, her arms propelling me upward past the water’s surface.

I reached up, gasping, and clung to the dock, which rocked with the force of the small wave. I clambered up as the sun began to rise, looking down to see that my T-shirt was gone, and my sweatpants were clinging to thicker, longer legs. I shouted, my voice a deep, youthful timbre, and my hands went to my chest, where my B-cups were now solid, wide pecs. I could see the unfamiliar bulge in my sweats, and gulped, my brain trying to catch up.

Lilly shouted, “Kara?! Oh my god! What happened?! What… What the hell?!”

She’d run up to me and skidded to a halt when she saw my body. From her point of view, she was standing in front of a half-naked, athletic young man bearing only a sliver of resemblance to me. Whatever the Mermaid had done, I was now a panting, shivering dude, and Lily’s cheeks flushed as she got closer. She laughed when I flinched as her hand came to my chest. And to shorten a long, drawn-out smutty diary entry, I quickly realized why all men are stupid, and that it’s actually not that bad… especially when your best friend is even more enthusiastic to break in your new body, and the new hormones tell you to shut up and go for it!

Later, when the rangers showed up to get our payment, they weren’t thrilled that we’d gone out to the lake, and then we had to talk to a lot of incredibly intimidating suited men, who explained that the creature known as “Mer-F-01” had flipped my chromosomes, effectively rendering me fully male down the last strand of DNA. They believed this was done for mating purposes, as they've yet to find a male mer-creature. They explained that was why the lake was closed, and made us sign non-disclosures, in exchange for a new ID for myself, my new name, Kyle, and enough money to pay for college.

Lilly and I are officially together, she’s quite happy with having a boyfriend who knows ALL the secret tricks to a good time, and I can’t deny, that being a dude isn’t so bad.

[detransition]

from dickevandyke The other day a friend of mine said they hardly even consider me detrans because I "didn't really do anything to detransition". I didn't ask what they meant by that, because they're not really the kind of person I can have that sort of conversation with. I didn't want to have to explain to them why I detransitioned. I didn't want to have to justify finally feeling okay with myself after spending my teenage years being miserable and stressed about being trans.

It's kind of a fascinating mindset, though. I think it gives really wonderful insight as to how their brain works. Like, I stopped taking testosterone. I stopped asking to be referred to by male pronouns. I "came out" as a woman, and I Came Out as a Lesbian after also spending most of my teenage years trying very hard to repress my attraction to women. This person doesn't view that as doing anything. Why?

I imagine it's because I dress fairly masculine - as Butches generally do. I wear still wear, mostly, "boyish clothes". I didn't start wearing make-up. I didn't let my hair grow out long. I haven't done any voice training, or really made an effort to make my voice higher pitched like it was before. I haven't gotten breast implants. I rarely correct people when they call me "sir". I don't need to do any of those things. A stranger calling me "sir" doesn't mean I am not a woman. Not having breasts anymore doesn't mean that I'm not a woman. The point of my detransition was not to turn myself into a stereotype or to dive head-first into femininity.

The point of my detransition was just that I am finally comfortable with myself, just as I am. That doesn't mean that I love my body, but I am okay with it. I am at peace with who I am.

Do I regret getting a mastectomy? Yes. There was no other reason to remove my breasts, they were perfectly fine, they were small and didn't cause me any back pain, I didn't have any medical issues related to them. Do I regret wearing a binder? Absolutely. It has screwed up my ribs and back so severely that I am probably going to be living with chronic pain for the rest of my life. Do I regret going on HRT? Sometimes, sometimes not. Honestly, it didn't really change much for me outside of my voice and making my body hair slightly thicker. Do I regret social transition? Absolutely. I dug myself into such a deep hole of self loathing and repression that it took me three years to finally crawl out of it. So after going through all of that - after putting myself, my body through all of that, why would I want to do it all over again in the opposite direction, when there is absolutely no need for it?

I "didn't do anything to detransition" because I don't need to do anything to be a woman, I just am one. Woman is my natural state. I "didn't do anything to detransition" because I already put my body through three years of cross-sex hormones, five-ish years of binding, and an unnecessary mastectomy which has left me unable to feel most of my chest more than a year post-op. I don't need more unnecessary surgeries or expensive treatments to make myself into a woman, I never really stopped being one. Getting breast implants wouldn't make me more of a woman because I don't need breasts to be a woman. Voice training to make my voice a higher pitch again won't make me more of a woman because a high pitched voice was never what made me a woman in the first place. Wearing make-up, growing out my hair, wearing "girly" clothes wouldn't make me more of a woman, because femininity does not make a woman.

I didn't argue with them when they said that because, to be honest, I don't want to hear what they think makes a woman. I don't want to hear them trying to justify why they barely consider me detrans because I have not tried to turn myself into a feminine stereotype. It just really struck a chord with me, because if I'm not really detrans to them, am I really a woman to them? Or do they see me as some kind of "failed" woman because despite explicitly and openly accepting my womanhood, I am not their picture of what a woman is suppose to be?

thinking of detransition? you are not alone

#detrans #detransition #ftmtf #detrans ftm #detrans female #1st #butch #lesbian #actually detrans #actuallydetrans

[dreamqueenkala]

OVERHEARD

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WARNINGS: Mutual H*ndjob; Gr*ping; Voyeurism; Anxiety; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; F*ngering; Internalized Hom*phobia; Hints of Ab*se; Sweet Talk

Male Reader x Jacob Custos

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I shrieked as a familiar bicep coiled around my neck, forcing me to bend over as his knuckles rubbed against my scalp. Squirming, I tugged at his arms and whined, eventually resorting to kicking him in the shin. He yelped and backed away quickly, leaning down to rub his shin with a pout.

"Um, ow!" He huffed, dark eyes glaring at me, though there was still humor on his face. I stuck my tongue out in reply, ruffling my (h/c) hair gently and popping my neck.

"You started it, shithead!" I squealed as he lunged at me, dodging to the side. Taking off at a sprint, I barreled through the forest behind the boathouse, screaming with joy. "Jacob, you're a dick!"

"I know!" Holy shit, he's right on my ass! I yelped as his muscular arms embraced my waist, the force of his tackle carrying us both to the dirt. I gasped from the force, cradling my head as it had smacked the ground pretty hard.

"F-Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Jacob stammered, sitting upright to get a better look at my head. "Dammit, okay, t-there's no blood, at least." I blinked and light rubbed the bump already forming on the back of my skull, pushing myself up onto my elbows. As I did so, my face was suddenly inches away from Jacobs broad chest, the boy leaning over me slightly to worry over my bruising skull.

Completely oblivious to my predicament, Jacob caressed my hair gently, attempting to assess the damage. My eyes raked slowly down his torso, hesitating on his wide, strong hips and his powerful thighs that straddled my hips. Straddled. Holy fuck, Jacob's on top of me right now.

Every hormone in my body immediately reacted, blood rushing to my shorts and causing a tent to begin to form. My heart raced and my breathing staggered, (e/c) eyes wide with shock. My skin flushed a bright red and I yelped, quickly forcing the guy off me with both hands to his chest.

He gasped as he fell back, resting on his elbows as he glared at me. "Dude, what the hell—" Jacob's exclamation fell short as his brows furrowed, eyes settling on my red face and flustered expression. "Dude? You good?"

I didn't respond, my brain short circuiting as I attempted to rid myself of the dirty thoughts lingering behind my eyelids. What would it be like to have those thick, muscular thighs wrapped around my skull, those strong hands smacking my ass—I groaned and covered my face, lifting my knees in an attempt to shield my crotch from view.

"Dude, (Y/N), what's wrong?" Jacob leaned forward, brushing my hair to the side. He was worried, that much was obvious, but whether or not he noticed what was really happening to me was unknown.

"N-Nothing!" My voice cracked and I winced, squirming away from him. "I-I'm fine." My awkward demeanor was a common thing as I had severe social anxiety, especially around attractive or outgoing people. Though I was normally quite comfortable around Jacob, the crush I'd slowly developed over the past month on the guy made me flustered and provided me with more than just one problem. Problems I, unfortunately, had to deal with alone.

Shifting in place, I pushed myself back against a tree, my gaze flitting around rapidly. I could see his larger form moving closer to my thin self, kneeling over me as his shadow cast over my face. "(Y/N), dude, look at me." I shook my head, keeping my face buried in my knees. His firm hands squeezed my calves and I gasped softly, recoiling at the unintentionally intimate gesture. "Dude, let me see your face, c'mon—"

"N-No, Jake—!" My face grew ever warmer as he pulled my legs down, his eyes immediately flicking to the little problem I'd developed. I whimpered slightly at the wide eyed stare he'd given me upon noticing, tears pricking at my eyes. "D-Don't look at me like that."

His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, (e/c) clashing with deep charcoal. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled softly, hiccuping. "G-Go ahead. F-Fuckin' hate me, l-like everyone at home—"

"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, why would I hate you?" I snapped my jaw shut, eyes still screwed shut as my fingers dug into the dirt. "D-Did...did I...?" With a swift, but hesitant nod from me, Jacob inhaled sharply, his hands leaving my bare calves as he leaned back. I felt my heart sink and had to bite back a sob, the sound a choked whimper in my throat as I covered my face with my hands.

The dark thoughts invaded, memories of my fathers drunken anger and the abuse I suffered at home lingering behind my minds eye. I could feel the glass shattering on my skin, hear the angry slurs and threats, the banging of his fist on a door. Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate, my breathing staggered and my heart rate accelerated as I struggled to focus. Ugly. Evil. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. Disgusting. Disgraceful.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Warm hands cupped my jaw, two thumbs wiping the tears trickling down my skin. "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're funny. You're smart. So beautiful. So brilliant." I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. His sweet words slowly calmed my thunderous thoughts, my breathing slowing to an even pattern. Blinking my eyes slowly, I leaned into his palm, exhaling softly as my hands fell to my lap.

"'M sorry." Jacob shushed me, petting my cheeks as he moved to sit beside me. Maneuvering my body, he placed me between his legs, head resting against his chest and my own legs draped over his left thigh. He cradled me close for a moment—obviously he was used to my anxiety attacks, having helped me through them more than once before so far this summer—and gently caressed my spine lightly.

"You're okay, (N/N). Seriously, you don't have to be so worked up." Jacob hummed after a moment. "I meant what I said, okay? I could never hate you just for being gay...your dad’s a dick, dude." I snorted softly and nuzzled his chest, exhaling as his heart thumped loudly beneath my ear.

"Thanks Jake. You're my best friend, you know that?" Jacob smiled and rested his hands on my back and thigh, hugging me closer.

"Well, duh, but I think I'm more than just your best friend if you just popped a boner for me—"

"Oh my god, shut up!" His boisterous laugh was infectious, a wide grin on both our lips as the tenseness of the previous situation died down with ease. His eyes sparkled with mirth and adoration as they examined my happy expression, lingering for a moment longer on my lips. "What...?"

"Nothing. You're just hot." His cheeky grin had me groaning, falling backwards over his lap as he snorted.

"Woooooow, so smooth, Jake." I huffed, despite the pink hue painting the apples of my cheeks again. I reached up and poked his shoulder, the guy smiling down at me.

"What? I can't flirt with you?" I deadpannned and pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze as I sat up.

"You're fucking with me."

He gaped at my blatant accusation, lifting his hands up in defense. "Um, no? Why would I do that?"

"Don't be a dick."

"I'm not! Wha—(Y/N)!" I moved to stand up, shuffling onto my knees with slight discomfort due to the semi-hard-on I still sported. Before I could move any further, Jacob's hands grasped my waist, pulling me back and forcing me to face him, straddling his hips. His expression was that of a kicked puppy as he held me in place, genuinely hurt by my accusation. "I'm not fucking with you."

Pursing my lips, I hesitated, searching his charcoal gaze for a sign of any deceit or deviousness. When I found none, I caved, placing my hands on his chest gently. "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Jacobs hands squeezed my sides lightly, my body shuddering as his thumbs brushed under the hem of shirt my slightly. His eyes flickered down, watching my hips twitch in his lap, before flickering up to gauge my reaction. His hands slid lower, warm fingers threading under my shirt and tickling my cool skin lightly. I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how close we really were, our noses practically brushing as our breathes mingled.

"Jake..." I mumbled, eyes flicking to his lips as my heart hammered in my chest. He swallowed thickly, leaning forward so our lips brushed.

"Yeah..." Jacob closed the gap, pulling me closer as his hips brushed up against mine. I mewled softly against his mouth, feeling his hand slide down to palm my crotch, squeezing the length and rubbing the head with his thumb.

"J-Jacob—" He shushed me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist and his hand squeezing my crotch lightly. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, losing itself against mine while his knees bent slightly, rolling our hips together. Soft mewls and whines escaped me between kisses, my hands grabbing at his defined chest and broad shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscled flesh.

He chuckled slightly, soft grunts pressed against my lips as I groped the athlete, his hands guiding my ass over his lap. I could feel him pressing against my rear, the thick outline of his cock tented in his khakis. I pulled away with a breathless gasp, a string of saliva bonding our lips as we panted and gazed at each other, pupils blown. "I-I thought you were—"

"Interested in Emma? She's hot but she's not you."

My heart warmed at his words and I found myself grinding over his lap, pressing down against his cock whilst his fingers squeezed my waist. "F-Fuck..." He groaned and let his eyes flutter shut, cupping my ass in his large palms with a nice squeeze. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna lose it, (N/N)." He warned, eyes dark as they opened to settle on my hips, watching me roll them.

"Jacob..." His name came out as a breathless whine, his eyes meeting mine with surprise and lust as he took in my expression of utter submission. My nails dug into his shoulders as I leaned back against his bent legs, lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses whilst my pupils consumed the ring of (e/c) that once rested there. "I want you. Jacob, please." I begged, disheveled (h/c) locks falling loosely in my vision. A deep groan left his throat and his hands moved further down my ass, grabbing firmly at the plush clothed flesh. His lips found my neck and sucked at the skin, tongue swirling lightly over my pulse point. As his teeth nipped at my pulse, I cried out and bucked my hips hard, slamming my ass back against his hard clothed cock.

"Jesus Fucking—!" Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me up onto my knees, shuffling to remove his belt. Popping the button, he slid his khakis and boxers down just enough to let his cock stand, the bulbous red tip bounding against his clothed abs with a harsh smack.!I swallowed thickly and struggled to remove my own shorts, tossing them along with my briefs to the side. My shirt still present on my body helped me relax slightly, feeling incredibly shy as my smaller length lifted the hem with its pulsing. "You're beautiful." The ravenette mumbled against my throat, licking his fingers lightly. That hand made its way down my spine, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my entrance.

I gasped and gripped his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle. It felt different with his hand, his digits thicker than my own. Despite the temporary discomfort, I felt extremely satisfied by just the one in my ass, keening as he buried it deeper. "Is that good?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious as he'd most likely never fucked another guy before. I nodded, unable to find words in the moment, and let my head rest on his shoulder. His ring finger slipped past the rim, following the first as deep as two knuckles, then he slowly pulled them back out only to push them back in just as slow.

"Faster..." I murmured, tightly gripping at his shirt as I did so. He made a soft noise of confirmation, his fingers moving faster as his freehand slid to my front. Between my legs, he grasped my cock in his left hand, my muffled yelp of surprise pressed against his skin. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he stroked me lightly, other hand still thrusting into my ass as he held me. "O-Oh fuck, J-Jake...!"

"Say my name again." His voice was hoarse from lust and pleasure, leaning back to watch my expressions as he toyed with my body. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"Jake!" I all but whined, head tossed back as I rolled my hips against his hands. His breath hitched and he bit his lip, dark eyes watching me with awe. Deciding to return the favor, one of my hands slipped down his chest and enveloped his length, his size much larger than my hand. I stroked him in time with his movements, watching his brows furrow and his jaw clench.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)..." He grunted, voice cracking. I perked up slightly and moved my hand a bit faster, still rolling my hips into his hands. My thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum, and I squeezed the base lightly, earning a whine of pleasured protest from him. "Fuck yeah, ah..."

I leaned forward as he rushed his movements, thrusting his fingers in my ass rapidly as he fisted my cock. His lips brushed over mine as we both moaned, his hand replacing mine on his own cock and pressing our two lengths together. I mewled and thrusted into his fist, coiling my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. He kissed me aggressively, stroking faster as he dipped three fingers into my ass, altering the angle and brushing my prostate. I screamed against his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile as his tongue swallowed my cry, fingers aiming for that bundle of nerves on every thrust in. His strokes grew sloppy, our cocks rubbing together as they throbbed and our balls clenched, climax growing near.

"So beautiful. So sweet." Jacob cooed against my lips, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at me with such adoration and love, chest heaving. I whimpered softly and bit my lip, back arching as I cried out once more, my vision a blinding white. I could hear him groan, his hips bucking against mine as we both came, the warm stickiness of our release mixed between our shirts and dampening the soft cotton cloth. Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder, wincing as his fingers slipped from my ass and tugged my shirt hem down to cover it.

"Holy shit, you guys are loud." I yelped and scrambled to hide myself further, Jacobs hands wiping themselves clean on his shirt before coiling around me protectively. Nick snickered as he stood nearby, hands on his hips whilst Kaitlyn hailed a disapproving expression, her arms folded over her chest. "You guys need to clean the fuck up and thank Ryan for taking all the kiddos canoeing."

"Yes ma'am." Jacob mock saluted the short woman, receiving a roll of the eyes and a scoff before she turned on her heel. Nick waved, a coy smirk on his face as he followed after her, disappearing beyond the treeline. Jacob chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to my temple, hugging me gently.

"We really should get cleaned up." I nodded, my face ablaze, but the dopey smile I carried had yet to fade. Even though we'd been caught, I didn't regret a thing.

#jacob custos #dylan lenivy #max brinly #the quarry #smut #ryan erzahler #nick furcillo #kaitlyn ka #reader #male x male #fluff #angst with a happy ending #laura kearney #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #werewolf #hacketts quarry #travis hackett #my stuff #apocalypticnova #request #oneshot

[theficblog]

NO REGRETS

PARK JIHOON

Prologue: When you finally open up your heart, Jihoon has a logic. Perhaps things can be made better at a ghosted book store.

Genre: Fluff + Friends to Lovers

Wordcount: 888

Warnings: Slight age difference even though both are adults

"No! That's mine!" You whined at the older male as he teased you by threatening to devour the chocolate bar in his hands.

"Maybe it was." He commented.

"If you don't give it to me I won't think twice before ruining your white shirt with this weird mix of yellow, blue and green paint. It's acrylic." You warned him with an evil smirk.

"Will you?" He teased you again.

You inched your paintbrush's tip dangerously close to his clothing, and Jihoon's eyebrows started to furrow in response.

"There you go, all right." He gave in right away.

He offered you a bite since your hands were preoccupied with the colours in front of you.

"Don't drop it, they are gonna charge you for the amends." He warned you in a whisper. Perhaps painting at a bookstore was a bad idea.

"Nobody is listening, there's no one here." You spoke casually.

The atmosphere was filled with the smell of old paper and wood emanating from the dozen shelves that were arranged all around you. Jihoon leaned against one of them, using it to support his back while you sat next to him. The owner of the place wouldn't mind you two being there when no one else was here either, you were never the type to draw on books.

You had known Jihoon ever since you were a toddler, he was your neighbour's son. Even though he was four years older than you, you both enjoyed great chemistry. The differences in preferences, from conversation topics to lifestyle choices, were noticeable in the younger years but given the present time they were more or less similar, you both were now adults, after all. 

Jihoon's attention from his book was diverted at the sight of you struggling to keep your hair in place. 

"Did you shampoo your hair today?" He mocked again but his laughter was quickly brought to an end as you raised the brush again.

"Which book are you reading?" You leaned your head to the side to have a better look as you peered into the pages.

"Something your dumb brain wouldn't understand." He spoke, without lifting his eyes from the words that were tying down all his interest.

"Tskk!" You voiced as your hair flicks slid through and in front of your eyes, again, caused by the motion of the head

Jihoon closed his book, tipped his body in your direction, and reached out to tuck your hair back in place.

His face was close, albeit not too close or too far away, giving you a view of his face. In a snap of a moment, you felt different, even though on the inside you knew you had been suppressing what you felt for him. Ever since you came of age, Jihoon seemed more than just a friend. 

As he fixed your hair, you poked the heart-shaped mole on his cheek. He made eye contact with you and grinned in response to your action.

Maybe this was the right time.

You leaned forward, pressing your lips against his soft, pink ones. It was only a peck. The two of you paused for a brief second, not moving. You softly slammed your lips to his again, this time the contact lasted longer, the lips started to move in sync with each other, eyes closed and an odd surge of hormones was coursing through your body.

Jihoon abruptly pulled back as he shook his head. "No!" He breathed, his eyes never meeting yours. "This is not right, Y/N. You’re younger than me." He reasoned. 

"I'm an adult. I know what I am doing." You protested back.

"I'm four years older than you!" His voice held emotions.

You backed off, showing him a subtle yet apologetic smile. "If you think that's right."

Jihoon was buried in thought, so he remained silent for several minutes, increasing your tension. Would this act end all of your past dynamics? For some reason, however, your gut held no regrets. 

The hands of the clock moved to indicate the passing of more time. Silence still prevailed, and you joined Jihoon in staring into a blank space.

"What are you thinking about?" You asked.

"About us." He said.

"Huh?" You gained back your focus.

"This is so wrong." He repeated. 

"I'm sorry. let's just forget it happened-"

He cut you off. "I can't convince my heart." He confessed.

"I like you Y/N, but I can't help but think of how wrong it would be."

"Why would it be wrong?" You questioned again, proceeding to give him a reason by yourself. "We are both adults, and what's wrong with loving each other? It's not a crime." You explained.

"The age difference. What if you regret being with me after some years?" Jihoon was very emotional yet serious about this.

"Then I'll have to call you grandpa for the rest of our lives." You said playfully, taking his hand in yours. 

"No regrets." You promised.

"No regrets." He repeated as he opened his arms, and heart for you.

You wasted no time in falling into his embrace, without taking notice of one thing. The paint.

"This was my favourite shirt!" He whined, again. 

"Oops." You pouted.

Jihoon took the brush away from your hand, using it to make a heart on your cheek, making you both blush like idiots.

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[malereadermaniac]

Studying ~ Ushijima x Male Reader

Some nsfw! Minors dni and fem readers dni!

Ushijima has always liked how smart you are

Ever since you two had been seated together in class, he admired how you always try in class but aren't too snooty about it - you help him if he needs it for whatever reason

The one time that solidified your relationship as friends was when Ushijima had overworked himself so much at practice because of nationals that his brain wasn't computing with the lesson at hand

"You good?" You whisper, noticing his disheveled look and empty piece of paper

"Uh.. yeah, I'm just confused" he whispered back, looking down at his notebook

Wordlessly you slid your notes to Wakatoshi

He looked up at you with widened eyes and you flash him a warm smile before turning your attention back to the teacher

Once you slowly started to hang out with Ushijima and Tendo, the muscular volleyball player didn't take too long to take a liking to you

Tendo always shipped the two of you, teasing you both by gushing over anything you two did

Which happened a lot, since you and Wakatoshi became really close

You were and still are a shy, gay nerd, you knew there was no chance of him liking you but that didn't stop you from showing affection like you would to any other friend

Wakatoshi on the other hand didn't register that he was head over heels for you

He could only get his head in the game if you were on the court-side cheering him on ever since he met you

He would put his arms around your shoulder when you two would walk to class

Fucking hell Wakatoshi not only catch himself staring at you for ages and conjure up excuses for himself

But finally, once you two finally got together nothing much changed

Except for Ushijima doing everything he used to do x10

He isn't one for a lot of PDA, but when in private, Wakatoshi is all over you

And you love it so, so much

In public he'll call you pretty or handsome, he'd hold your hand and hold you close but that's about all

In private, this man is holding you on top of him, complimenting you, constantly talking to you; there's never a moment of silence when you're with your boyfriend

You both do go out on dates, Ushijima has money and he aims to spoil his boyfriend as much as he can, so fancy restaurants and vacation homes are go-to's

But the two of you do a lot of study dates too

You teach him some things and vice versa

But the common trend amongst your study sessions is how they end

You'll start rambling about a topic you're passionate about and Ushijima will go silent, listening to you while admiring every part of your face and body

He'd look at you hands and touch them gently as you talk - his much bigger and rough hands juxtaposing yours, which he fucking loved

Then Ushijima would focus on your lips and eyes, until you notice and slowly go quiet

You'd look at him too for a split second, admiring his messy hair and sharp jaw

Until he interrupts your staring

"You're so gorgeous, (y/n)" Wakatoshi would softly say, then slowly moving in to kiss you

The work on the desk is long forgotten once you position yourself on Ushi's lap, making out like hormonal teens, his huge hands on your hips, subtly asserting his dominance over you

The more you two make out, the more desperate you both get, your hips involuntarily grinding in short ruts against your boyfriend's bulge

Ushijima maneuvers you with his hands on your hips, his eyes closed as his tongue dances with yours

Your hands on you boyfriends strong, huge chest, rutting more and more against him as small moans and whines escape your throat

"Fuck you're so hot, (y/n)... I fucking love you" Ushijima mumbles against your ear as he breaks the kiss, leaving kisses down your neck to your nape

Your arms wrap around his neck as you mumble a quick "i love you too" in between breathy, quiet moans

You're both fully hard by now, making out for a further 15 minuets, just enjoying each other's touch

Ushijima's hand is gripping your hair gently, guiding your mouth as he makes out with you

However, Ushijima notices how desperate you're getting and stands up, picking you up with him

Your legs wrap around your huge boyfriends waist , his lips still clashing against yours

He lays you on your back on his bed, not breaking contact with your lips even once

Ushijimas hands roam your body, palming your crotch and waist and thighs

Your arm hooks around you huge boyfriend's neck while your other arm reaches around Wakatoshi's back

He breaks the kiss and looks down at you, admiring your panting, disheveled state for a moment

"(Y/n)... can I eat you out?" Ushijima asks nonchalantly

"W-Woah wait aren't your parents here right now?" You ask, your boyfriend's question catching you off guard

But Ushi could tell you wanted to do it from how your dick twitched against his palm at the mention of him giving you head

"They're on the other side of the estate, don't worry about it, darling" Ushijima says with a soft look on his eyes, his fingers slipping under your waistband and slipping your bottoms and underwear down your thighs

"O-Okay then!" You sit up, looking your boyfriend in the eyes with a glimmer of excitement in yours

The brunette chuckles, fucking hell Ushijima loves you

Cut to just a few minutes later, you're a moaning, panting, whiny mess

Your legs are raised, feet flat on the bed while a pillow props your neck up just enough to watch as your boyfriend feasts on your hole

"Fuck, (y/n)! You taste incredible!" Wakatoshi grunts while looking up at you from below, his chin covered in a waterfall of his spit, his hair frizzy from your tugging and his eyes hazy with lust

You chuckle as Wakatoshi gets back to it

You watch as your boyfriend tries to subtly rut against the bed, eating you out making him incredibly hard

You pant like a bitch in heat, moaning like a porn star fir your boyfriend as he shoves his warm tongue into your hole

"Shit darling.. Mind if I do more?"

"Do.... Haaaa~ Do whatever you want, Ushi~" you say breathily

If you were loud before, fucking hell you were raising the roof now

Ushijima slicked up his long, thick fingers with his spit and started toying with you ass, spreading your hole and curling into your prostate constantly

While he was gently working you open, your boyfriend also decided to pay your twitching, touch-starved dick some attention

Your hands dart to Wakatoshi's hair, tangling your fingers in his brown locks while your boyfriend laps at your dick while he abuses your prostate

You tug at his hair as he blows you and fingers you, your moans echoing throughout the room like a porn shoot

Ushijima was loving every moment of it, your face, the noises you were making and fucking hell you taste so good

By the end of what was supposed to be a study session, you and Ushijima are laying in his bed, him laying on top of you

"Wakatoshi. You're crushing me." You murmmer

"Hm... I can't wait to call you Wakatoshi too"

"Sorry!??!?" You shout, your high-school boyfriend daydreaming about marrying you catching you off guard

"What darling? I can't fantasise about you like that?" Ushijima teases you

"Shush! We're in high-school lemme at least graduate first! Plus... who says I'm taking your name"

"My wallet is."

"Shush" you hit your boyfriend playfully

#gay #male reader #x male reader #fanfic #cute gay #fluff #gay smut #light smut #haikyuu x male reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x reader #ushijima x male reader #ushijima smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #x reader insert #x male reader smut #male reader smut

[og-danny-dorito]

Yoooo do you have any nsfw yautja headcanons?? 👀👀

I DO. I DEFINITELY DO.

𝐓𝐖: explicit sexual content. minors do not interact.

𝐂𝐖: scent kink, possessive behavior, primal kink, heats and ruts (sexual term), mentions of A/B/O, size kink

⟢ DUDE oh my god. ohhh my god. okay so.

⟢ so this is probably just my monsterlover brain speaking but i 100% believe they have bioluminescent seminal fluid/secretion fluid

⟢ I DONT KNOW WHY IT JUST. MAKES SENSE? like their blood glows so why would their cum kjdnfk

⟢ their scalps are super sensitive so if you tug on their locs a little it'll probably rile them up/catch them off guard

⟢ they're kinda possessive but its mostly because its fairly common to have a mate that you stay with until you die

⟢ like fighting over who can have a particular mate has a whole ritual and stuff so i feel like they're pretty defensive against anyone who they think is trying to take you away from them??

⟢ however! even though most of the time it's males fighting over females, the females are considerably more aggressive so it's not uncommon to have a female yautja duke it out over someone they think is hot but taken akjdknfs

⟢ females also tend to have a higher sex drive to promote procreation!! they don't have periods though.

⟢ instead they have heats. all of them have heats.

⟢ if you're vaguely familiar with A/B/O it's typical heat shit where they get antsy and horny and all that but they also get a little more agitated and prone to starting fights because of the hormonal fluctuation they're going through

⟢ which means that they tend to like it rough if theyre trying to work out their ruts ;]

⟢ i feel like most yautja like it rough regardless though?? their society considers combat as a whole an art form and a means to rite of passage so it's not surprising that they'd probably get in the mood if there was a bit of roughhousing involved beforehand

⟢ ESPECIALLY if there's like, a challenge involved? like the person they're up against has an advantage against them or something and can get them on their back

⟢ there's something about seeing the triumphant face of your love interest as they hold a weapon over you that just gets a dude goin yknow

⟢ BUT ANYWAY LMAO

⟢ im also like. pretty sure that they would kind of have a size kink if they had a lover who was smaller than them. a little bit.

⟢ okay a lot a bit but still

⟢ they like being able to loom over their lover. they like to see the fear and arousal coursing through their veins as they corner them into a wall, eyes trained on their own as they share quick glances over one another

⟢ anyway ive talked enough but thats most of the ones i have i think for them as a whole LOL

𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐬: For the males, I don't think that their 'appendages' are really sized for human bodies so if you're the one taking it they're'll be a little bit of a stretch. They make it work, though. ;]

[ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! :] ]

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[joan-of-feminism]

Radfem Thoughts

Trans people don’t need hormones or surgery. Those things are purely cosmetic and are not actually treating their dysphoria, it’s only giving into their dysphoria. Sex dysphoria is a mental illness that should be taken seriously and treated properly. If someone had body or facial dysphoria, medical professionals would be trying to get to the root of it, they would not encourage that person to get surgery to look like how they think they should look.

Womanhood and manhood are not innate feelings or personal experiences/identities. You cannot ‘feel’ like a man or a woman. You can, however, feel a mind-body disconnect when it comes to your sex and sex characteristics which is what sex dysphoria is. I have so much empathy for people with sex dysphoria. It must be absolute hell to be constantly at war with your body in that way. If someone has tried everything and is still just miserable with their life, then they should be able to get hormones and surgery. But hormones, surgery, and blockers should not be the first thing offered, especially to minors! Lupron has nasty side effects. It’s literally a chemo drug used to treat prostate cancer and to stop precocious puberty in young children. It sterilizes you and can totally fuck up your endocrine system. Taking cross sex hormones will mean that your body will be at constant war with itself since you don’t have the gonads necessary to regulate the hormones you are putting in your body.

But most importantly, trans people don’t need these things because being trans is not a medical condition nor is it a biological condition. It’s a psychosocial phenomenon, sex-dysphoria + refusal to abide by gender roles assigned to your birth sex (which is a good thing. We should all strive to break down gender roles). You don’t have to transition if you are a male that likes to perform femininity or a female that refuses to perform femininity. Masculinity and femininity are made up! There is no innate femininity or masculinity within our brains. Trans-ness does not break down gender roles. It only contributes to them. If you really want to destroy gender and its assigned roles then be whatever you want to be as the sex you were born as! Men can wear makeup and dresses without feeling like they should ID as women and women can cut their hair short and wear baggy clothes without feeling like they should ID as men.

GENDER IS NOT A FEELING. ITS JUST DUMB RULES AND EXPECTATIONS THAT ARE MEANT TO CONTROL OUR LIVES. JUST DO WHATEVER YOU WANT NO MATTER YOUR SEX! That’s what it really means to break down gender.

#radfem #radblr #gender critical #radfems can interact #radfems do touch #radical feminist community #terfblr #radfem safe #gender #gender abolition

[caffeineandsociety]

Also I feel a huge reason that a lot of debates over whether trans men or trans women Have Male Privilege/Experience REAL Misogyny fall flat in a lot of regards is that they assume that misogyny is EITHER about Femaleness/Womanhood as an identity, OR the simultaneous idealization and demonization of, and possessiveness over, the presumed-"female" body, when in reality it's very much a matter of both in complex and intersecting ways.

Which ends up meaning that trans women are subjected to the body factor, especially the possessiveness thereof, in ways that are definitely unique - phallocentrism, an aspect of patriarchy and usually tied to male privilege, becomes at LEAST as much of a detriment as a benefit (on the one hand, at least medicine for the "male" reproductive system is pretty well understood and taken seriously; it's not just a matter of biological logistics that make prostate cancer one of the most treatable cancers out there, but that sure as hell doesn't take away the fact that people get fucking creepy and invasive and obsessive over women's dicks - sometimes even when they're trying to be affirming - with obsession with and terror of The Dreaded Penis being a major motive behind arguably the majority of transmisogynistic violence), and trans women are held to an even higher standard of "if you're not a flawless supermodel goddess you shouldn't be breathing my air, let alone outside in public being an eyesore" than cis women - but trans men are ALSO subjected to the possessiveness of it, as well as the neglect, in ways that trans women, save for some intersex ones, are often straight up biologically incapable of being primary victims of (see: the erosion of abortion rights, doctors prioritizing preserving one's ability to become pregnant over anything else in their care, forced pregnancy as an explicit goal of corrective rape, etc. - though notably, the sorry state of the way medically significant period distress is treated is NOT a case of this, as hormone fluctuations can cause everything but the bleeding even in the absence of a uterus!), and it's not like lacking a "natal" penis makes someone inherently immune to being harmed by phallocentrism - treating someone like a lesser person over the lack of a penis where one is expected, or a penis that doesn't function "normally", is very much a manifestation of phallocentrism! Never mind the way vaginas are treated as essentially a gaping void in the brain, or the disgust with which they're so frequently spoken of - that impacts pre- and non-op trans men, AND post-op trans women, both in similar yet slightly distinct ways!

The intersection of these factors also means there are unique ways trans men and trans women experience the identity factor. Trans men experience misogyny for moving away from a female identity being forced upon them; trans women experience it for trying to actively claim that identity for themselves. That identity is seen as lesser, as a Property role, so as far as society sees trans men of COURSE anyone would want to escape it...but you have to stop ~playing pretend~ eventually, right? Alternately, it's traitorous, it's an "I got mine so screw you", it's prolonging the pretend game with roid rage, it's any number of horrible predatory ugly things - because to society, a trans man can never be a real man; his core identity is still A Woman, whether he knows it or not; the closest he can ever come is a disfigured caricature, acting out a rough approximation of an ideal that of COURSE is all the violent parts of that ideal and nothing else. Meanwhile, as far as society is concerned about trans women, no one would EVER opt INTO such a lesser identity without ulterior motives, so it MUST be a predatory thing, right? In many cases, these have similar narratives, but very different overtones.

So, who has it worse? Who experiences more Real Misogyny? Who experiences More Transphobia? Well, that depends on way too many individual factors; there is no constant answer and, critically, there doesn't need to be! It's not about keeping score, it's about making the problems get better! We're not going to do that by denying that people other than us have unique experiences with this shit!

[dailycharacteroption]

Races Among the Stars 9: Ikeshti

An interesting thing about exploring truly alien species is what is considered normal by one species may seem monstrous to another, but that’s just how they’re made. Such is the case with the life cycle of the reptilian ikeshti, one of the many species native to Akiton, which informs some parts of their biology with it’s harsh envifronments.

Indeed, ikesthi are born as ravenous little broodlings with overdeveloped heads and jaws for devouring food, which if unattended, they will do in vast quantitites, potentially devastating local flora and fauna. However, this is where the broodminders come in, corralling the voracious younglings and herding them either graze responsibly before moving on, or using them as living garbage disposals in more sedentary communities. Either way, eventually this hunger gives way to other desires as their brains develop, in which case the broodminders begin the task of educating them until they are old enough to become independent.

Not long after this, however, ikeshti enter the first and only reproductive rut of their lifespans, their bodies and minds being consumed by hormones. Most succeed in finding a willing mate and laying a new clutch of eggs, but afterwards, the two mates fight to the death. Males that survive the ordeal become broodminders, while females become congregants, working to advance ikeshti society in various ways depending on the specific culture they belong to.

However, there is an open secret shame among ikeshti-kind: Those that fail to find a mate during their rut will continue to grow and change, becoming powerful and often violent brutes called riveners. While still sapient, their minds never fully recover from the hormonal imbalance, and are often violent have only a rudimentary memory of language. Most are put down by their kin as a matter of safety and cultural shame, but plenty of evidence is out there of riveners, despite their state, living full and happy lives.

The result is that Ikeshti as a whole are a pragmatic and straightforward people forged by a harsh desert world, and are unafraid of making decisions to ensure the survival of their people that others would struggle to reach.

Ikeshti are small humanoid reptiles (not gonna lie, originally thought they were medium) covered in rust-red scales to camouflage themselves against the red deserts of Akiton, though they often accent this with protective clothing and various dyes and paints for their scales to create patterns and symbols on their bodies.

As a general rule, Ikeshti society is heavily regimented not by any societal development, but by their own instincts. Males are almost always broodminders, given to a desire to watch after the next generation, though naturally they may pick up hobbies and career paths that complement this, such as tinkering with tech, bearing messages on their nomadic rounds, acting as convervationists, and so on. Meanwhile, female congregates are much more free to move about their society and galactic society as a whole, some even leaving to become adventurers, funneling money and boons from their exploits back into their communities. However, it is also possible for males to defy their gender role, to say nothing of trans and nonbinary individuals.

Ikeshti are clever and agile, but the lingering effects of their hormones make them somewhat irrational at times.

As desert reptiles, they can go for extended periods without water.

They also prove to be good climbers, all the better to outmaneuver foes in the canyons of their homeworld.

An ikesthi sports a lot of extra skin on their bodies, and can use that to their advantage in a fight, letting that excess skin tear away to escape from being restrained.

Like the horned toad lizard, ikesti can burst and contract blood vessels around their eyes to squirt blood as a defensive mechanism, not quite blinding a foe, but certainly inhibiting their ability to aim straight for a few seconds.

Intelligence and dexterity makes for good ikeshti operatives and envoys, to say nothing of their technomancers, studious biohackers, and mechanics. That skill at range can also come in handy for ranged soldiers, evolutionists, and solarians, though they can also do well in melee with their ability to slip out of grapples easily. The focus on endurance also makes vanguard an interesting choice as well. Meanwhile, precogs are also a good caster choice for them, though their witchwarpers can be decent too. The wisdom penalty makes mystic their only real weak choice, though it’s nothing that cannot be surmounted. Overall, ikeshti lend themselves well to survivalist builds and being able to come up with responses to any threat and challenge.

That does it for today, but next time we’ll be looking at a species from a much more recent book with a more uncanny biology.

#starfinder #race #ikeshti #Alien Archive

[sasa-writes-fandom-things]

SCARY LOVE - Chapter One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!Reader

Warnings: mentions of hornyness, angst, open end

Word count: 1.6k

a/n: I finally continued the Neighbors storyline after I changed the plot a few times. I am super hyped to see what you guys think and what else is in store for those two. :3

Synopsis: After your little encounter with your upstairs neighbor, you bumped into him on some occasions, like normal neighbors stuff until one package changes everything.

Forgetting to check the mail, when you were expecting an important parcel was typical for you. The whole way downstairs you scolded yourself. Without an elevator going up and down 6 flights of stairs could be counted as work out. Gonna have that bar of chocolate when I get back, that’s for sure.

You opened your letterbox and a single card threatened to fall out.

“We have dropped your parcel off at your neighbor.” You blinked twice, slowly, as to give your brain time to understand what you’ve just had read. “Brilliant. But to which neighbor?” You groaned and shut your letterbox with a bit too much force.

“Was the letterbox mean to you?” A now familiar voice filled your ears and warmth spread across your cheeks. “Not the letterbox…” you smiled coyly - not that he could’ve seen that but still, you tried. He let the front door fall shut and made his way towards you. His cane scraped the worn tile floor in a sweeping motion. You offered your arm as guidance, but remembered quickly that he couldn’t see it. “Here, take my arm. The sound of your cane scratching the floor is like fingernails on a chalkboard for me.”

Matt gladly took your arm and let you lead him upstairs. “So…” You watched each step carefully, not to trip. “So…?” He smiled. “Not the letterbox?”

“Oh this.” You almost had forgotten about this. How easily a person could change your mood. But with this disarming smile who could stay mad. “I expected a package today but it was dropped off by a neighbor.”

“And this is bad, why?”

“Because the mailman failed to mention which one.” You answered frustrated.

“I see. Lucky for you, I happen to be this neighbor.” He stopped on your floor. “Mind to accompany me upstairs?”

Your mind went into very unholy territory when he said that. He means to collect my package. Not anything else. Good lord, I need to get laid soon.

Your heart rate shot up a few notches, the temperature of your skin changed and the anticipation of your hopeless thoughts tingled like electricity over your body. All those perceptions didn’t go by unnoticed, but Matt only observed and would never address this. It was just good to know for him.

Once at the right floor, you led Matt to his door, and once unlocked he went inside, expecting you to come after him. “Y/N, you can come in, I don’t mind.”

God how you loved the way your name sounded out of his mouth. Just imagine how it would sound when he moaned - NO, bad Y/N. God it must’ve been one of those weeks, with all your hormones wreaking havoc on your mind and body. Your (again) unholy thoughts lasted longer than you thought, because the next thing you knew was Matt appearing in the still open door with your package in one hand.

“You didn’t have to wait outside. I really don’t mind. Anyway, here is your package.” He handed you the brown parcel. “What? Oh thank you.” You took it from his outstretched hand, your fingers brushed his slightly. “And next time, I’ll come in, promise.” You smiled at him and turned on your heels. “See you around, Murdock.”

Next time, I’ll come in, promise??? What the hell was I thinking? He must think I want to get into his pants.

“But you wouldn’t mind that, now would you?” a fine voice laced with scorn huffed amused. “Salem, I don’t appreciate you reading my thoughts!”

“I wasn’t. You spoke aloud.”

Baffled, you frowned and set the package on your counter. “Living alone on your own for so long must promote such a habit.”

“Don’t sound so smug, Kater.”

Your feline friend stretched and let out a big yawn. “I’m not a male cat. You know that very well.” You rummaged around your drawers in search of a pair of scissors. “I know, as much as I know that you can’t take a joke.”

If Salem was human he would’ve huffed but as a black cat, all he could do was narrow his eyes and turn his back towards you.

“It’s the wrong color.” Salem added while he left the kitchen. “Thank you.” You yelled behind him sarcastically.

Seemed that your odd friend was right. You had ordered the wrong color, so you had to return the package. The sky looked grey and stormy when you left your house for the third time today. High up on the rooftop, a dark figure was haunching over the ceiling, following your every step.

The devil of Hell’s Kitchen was watching over you tonight. Matt was wondering where you were going so late. Was it a date? His head tilted to the left and he focused his senses only on you. You still wore the same clothes as when he met you in the hallway. So no date, he knew how you smelled and how you walked when you had a date. The smell of your perfume, that lingered in the hallways, the way you chose only your best clothes and not the standard ones you used for work. He could even sense the light make up you wore when you got ready for a night out. But tonight you weren’t going out, you were merely running an errand. The package in your bag rustled slightly but enough for Matt to pick up the sound.

“Wasn’t the right item then, huh?” He thought to himself as he hurried along the rooftops of Hell’s Kitchen. He was about to release his concentration and let you go when he heard the faint click of a safety pin come off.

“Gimme all ya money!” You couldn’t believe your ears and the scene that was unfolding in front of you. Here you were, on some winter-y night in the Big Apple, staring in the barrel of a gun. “Oi, you deaf or what?” The thug brandished his gun vividly. Before you could utter a word or even grab your purse, the gun clattered to the ground and the robber stumbled a few steps backwards. A man dressed in all black stood in between you. Fists balled, forearms strained, a solid stand, broad shoulders that the black shirt couldn’t hide. His face was half covered with a black mask, only his lips were visible. You absorbed all this in the split second he turned to you to make sure you were okay.

Attention focused on the robber, the man in black kicked the gun further away, which earned him an angry “son of a bitch” from the other man. “You good with ya fists huh?” The thug raised his hands and clenched them into fists. "Let's see if ya really that good." A violent exchange of blows between the two men began and all you could do was stand there dumbfounded and watch them as the sky cracked open and the gates of heaven poured their tears over New York.

It must have been only a few minutes, but it quickly became clear that the thief didn’t stand a chance. He always went down, but always got up too. You had to give it to him, he was tough. Judging by the cracking noises and the sheer force the man in black let his fists rain over his body. But after what felt like hours, the fight was over. The thug was lying unconscious on the ground.

Still agitated from the fight, the man in black turned to you. “You should go home. It’s not safe at night.” You chuckle dryly. “It’s New York, it’s kinda never save.” His lips curled and formed a smirk. “True, kind of.” And when you just thought how handsome he was and that you definitely would want to see his whole face, another deafening crack ripped through the night. You winced and looked up at the sky, waiting for the thunder to come, but it never came. Your eyes drifted to the man in front of you and slowly you realized that the sound you heard was a gunshot and not lightning.

Time stopped and went twice as fast at the same time. You saw your savior falter to one knee, clenching his left side while blood was mixing with the water in the puddles of the street. Behind him you could see the thug, kneeling with an outstretched arm holding the fuming gun. “Not so good now, aye.” The man in black pulled himself up, shielding you with his body. “You’ve been shot.” You muttered in shock. “Had worse. Take cover.” He turned around only to see the gunman gone. Still clenching his side, he stumbled a few feet away from you. “You’ve been shot.” You mumbled again until adrenaline set in and your brain sprung into action. “We need to get you to a hospital or a vet clinic.” You hurried over to him, grabbing his right arm and putting it over your shoulder, supporting him.

“No time …” his words came in shallow breaths. Suddenly his knees gave out and you stumbled to the ground with him. Panic settled in and your eyes shimmered over his body in search of the wound. Without much thought you pressed your hands onto his wound which made him wince out in pain. “I know. I’m sorry… but I need to stop the bleeding.” You cooed apologetic. He let out a dry laugh. “Foggy warned me about this. Should’ve listened to him.” Blood splattered with each word. You pressed harder, frantic to save him like he saved you only minutes ago.

“Don’t die, please. Oh god, please don’t let him die!” You pleaded into the dark sky. With his last breath you send out a desperate prayer to any deity that would listen.

Please don’t let him die. Take me instead.

#sasa writes #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fic #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader

[feminismisstillahatemovement]

If I recall correctly you are on the 'trans/nonbinary identities are mental illness' wagon, and I wanted to know your perspective on why claims like that cause extremely negative reaction. I remember I used to react very negatively myself a year ago or so until I analysed that actually there is nothing wrong with mental illnesses to BEGIN with, so claims like that should not be hurtful? A thing I can think of is that term 'mental illness' automatically suggests need to 'heal' it, but that's also not true. For example autism and ADHD are also mental illnesses, but they are not supposed to be "healed", nor CAN be healed, it is just a different way of brain to work. Saying that about genders is also not supposed to automatically invite misgendering; again, mentally ill people often need accommodations and some of their requests and boundaries respected, and if someone refuses - THEY are kind of mean (if not straight up ableist), so many people would try to adapt just to be kind and accepting. So, respecting pronouns and name can also count as accommodating in this case, and if you don't do that then YOU are the bad guy here. Same as ignoring boundaries a mentally ill person vocalised makes YOU kinda mean. (of course utopia of everyone respecting everyone will never happen, but we always aspire to be kind and condemn the cynical individualists that refuse simply because)

I am just not sure why as soon as it is suggested for gender, all respect and validation for mental illnesses goes out the window. From what I've seen personally, the "opposition" is rarely ableist beyond using a single slur you know which one (and when they TRY to be, they get destroyed by their cis+het political associates that are autists or people on schizo spectrum. source: check 4Chan demographic). My only guess is crimes that have to do with trying to "fix" it and religious fanatics treating it as being possessed by a demon or something (happens to gays and lesbians too), but it seems like 1) this sort of people will be awful to others regardless of whether they think it is mental illness or not and 2) there is always a percentage that WILL go after more vulnerable ones - if not queer people then other demographics, and it is inherent flaw of humanity that cannot be a problem of only a concrete group. It is not 'society vs trans' issue, it is 'a percentage of society destined to be destructive and people who are weaker or different are the first targets' issue.

Again, not here to debate, and not asking you why you think these identities are mental illness, just questioning a logical error (if not a double standard) that I've been noticing regarding this claim and wonder what's your stance on why suggesting this is considered atrocious after all the (correct) claims that mentally ill people DO deserve love and respect. Like, why this claim is always seen as derogatory and never as value-neutral?

The thing is, I don't actually have any hard and fast rule or belief or explanation for the explosion of people identifying as transgender the past decade or two: it seems obvious a large proportion of the people - particularly teenage girls - are under the influence of social contagion, and another subsection of older males are autogynephiliacs who have found a way to come out of the closet and have their kink applauded instead of mocked by society for the first time.

But then there still remains the much smaller group of people within all that who really do have some sort of genuine gender dysphoria, and we still don't have any conclusive explanation for why that is: is it the brain misfiring and receiving conflicting information because of being exposed to too many of the opposite sex's hormones in the womb? Does it correlate to the introduction of the birth control pill? Would it be better treated the way we treat body dysmorphia, like anorexia or xenomelia, and try to help people find ways to come to terms with the body they see in the mirror, rather than encouraging them to hack bits off it?

I really don't know. Whatever is going on, it's clearly something that needs to be treated seriously, as a genuine medical issue, not a fetish or sexuality, which is why it is so odd it so quickly got bundled in with the LGB movement, where it clearly doesn't fit. I would say one of the reasons even discussing the phenomenon has become such a minefield is that it got wrongly included under that umbrella, which made questioning it as an 'identity' some kind of assault on sexual preference. Which is pretty twisted in itself, when you think about it; like treating bulimia as nothing more than an optional sexual fantasy.

The "ism" part of transgenderism is also a big problem, in that the arguments we are hearing "for" it every day emerged out of idiotic and short-sighted feminist theories back in the 1970s: the teaching that "gender is a social construct". This is not true - the basic gendered division of labor is universal across all societies and all periods of history - but it infiltrated academia, and from there got adopted by the far left as another one of the "identities" they could claim were being oppressed by western civilization, which they sought to destroy.

This is, of course, entirely the wrong way to approach a medical condition people are actively suffering with, but by politicizing transgenderism, it made questioning the narrative surrounding it a political act, and anyone doing so fair game for political attacks, which has had a hugely chilling effect on any open debate over how best to treat the people affected. Again: the worst possible way to treat vulnerable, real-life flesh and blood people seeking help.

Whether gender dysphoria is mental or biological or both in origin, I think that the people suffering from it deserve compassion and help and attempts at understanding. It must be an unimaginable nightmare to wake up each morning and see someone in the mirror you feel is not you. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, and neither would anyone genuinely living with it.