the whole "looking at the moon and wondering if they're looking at it too" thing except it's me touching myself thinking about them and wondering if they're touching themself at the same time, thinking about me. how romantic
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Mc: *munches on some fishsticks*
Lucifer: *stares at Mc from across the table*
Mc: *locks eyes with him* "What?"
Lucifer: "There is a perfectly good meal in front of you."
Mc: "I'm not eating that."
Beelzebub: "I'll take his portion!"
Lucifer: *sighs*
Mc: "You act as if I don't eat fish everyday."
Satan: "You don't, we had fried devil chicken yesterday."
Mc: *looks over at Levi with a smirk on his face* "That's not the only thing I had yesterday."
Levi: *spits out his drink across the table*
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Plus size trans men are cool as fuck. Rb if you agree.
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the transmasc transitioning experience is really just being told again and again that you’re making yourself gross. which there is a big narrative surrounding all transitioning no matter which side that you’re going to end up “undesirable” i think there’s a lot of hate surrounding trans masculine transition that surrounds becoming a gross man.
really it’s enough of a mental challenge going from fem presentation where any body hair is immediately seen as disgusting to trying to become comfortable with yourself in masculine transition with your body hair. even facial hair which is something that is a big part of masculine transition and something a lot of trans masc people may look forward to can still bring shame and guilt especially around how people will perceive you with that very masculine presentation.
honestly in my personal experiences with medical transition, the amount of negative comments i’ve gotten on body hair and facial hair from close people in my life can be disheartening and really does push on that “gross man” mentality, i transitioned for those traits. i transitioned to be a big hairy guy with a nice beard. and people thinking that’s gross or whatever shouldn’t take the fun and euphoria out of transitioning. but it does sometimes and that sucks
remember that’s it’s okay to be big and hairy and masculine! it’s beautiful too!!!
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dear lesboy (and tbh any other nuanced identity) exclusionists who think your vein of thought is the majority in queer spaces id like to inform you that today at lunch with my (entirely queer) friend group the topic drifted to me being a butch lesbian and one friend goes "wait i thought you were a guy?" and i said "i am" and another friend interjected "dudes can be lesbians too" and that was that. no further probing about my identity, nohing about how im "invalidating transmen and lesbians", or whatever. everyone just accepted that thats how i identify and i dont owe an explanation for it and moved on. i promise u its not that deep 👍
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Office sex with Price where you’re seated in his office chair,your pants resting just under your balls while Price is perched on your lap completely bare and riding your cock. The two of you make an amusing sight because you’re so much smaller than the big burly man yet here he is using the arm rests to work himself up and down your length while simultaneously trying to elevate some of his weight because he’s oh so desperate to ride your dick he won’t even let the size difference stop him. The deep baritone he uses to command soldier has dwindled down to mere squeaks, sounding similar to the squeaks coming from the chair you’re sitting in, and the sounds only increase as he fastens the pace of his hips. You cant reach his mouth to muffle his sounds so you have him use his own hand, and if anyone were to walk in they wouldn’t be able to see you past his broad frame but they’d be able to see their big bad captain falling apart on your dick.
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"you have invited AETHER to play . . .
forgive me, daddy, for i have sinned
✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!male!reader, sub!ftm!aether, daddy kink, kink discovery, cunnilingus, praise, rather abrupt ending .
A/N : god. i love him. also, slightly adjusted format c;
"is that correct, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to confirm."
"Aw, honey," you coo, "you're so hard, huh?"
Aether whimpers, your name broken across a delicate gasp. The muscles of his kiss-bitten thighs jump in a barely-restrained attempt at closing them; he would have succeeded, too, had you not been prostrate between his legs. His cock twitches, an engorged red thanks to your earlier ministrations.
"What izzit?" Your breath ghosts across his cunt, leaving him to petulantly whine at you.
"Touch me, please."
You grin, squeezing his thighs kindly, before unkindly saying, "I am touching you." He squirms.
"Please, I-I—" he stumbles over his words before taking a deep breath. His face turns a fiery red as he murmurs, "Blow me?"
Your breath leaves you in a low whistle. "Attaboy."
Then, with utmost care, you bring your tongue down the remaining inch and touch it to his cock. His thighs jump and try to close, again, but—what with you both lying between them and holding them open—he does not succeed. He whines, high and reedy, "Daddy."
You pause. Oh.
Aether squirms beneath you, confused at the cease of your tongue's gentle movements. It's almost as if he didn't realize, then—
"Daddy?" he repeats, and, oh, again. He meant it, truly.
All you can do is sit there, your tongue motionless on Aether's cunt, and stare up at him. He's squirming, now, trying to press up onto your tongue, your mouth, your lips parted for him—all without success.
However, it's not until his eyes open to finally meet yours that reality seems to set in for both of you.
Aether's eyes widen—almost comically, really—and he jerks back from you. He ends up slamming his head into the bed's headrest. He winces, and you're on him immediately—cupping the back of his skull and rubbing tenderly.
"Are you okay?" you ask, brows drawn in, arousal still simmering low in your belly. He nods.
"I'm sorry, I didn't—I, really, I—" and there he goes, stumbling over his words. He's never been good with words; he has always preferred body language. And that's fine! But not in bed. It's a rule you established early on because while you are fluent in Aether's body language, you were raised to never, ever take anything but a verbal yes, yeah, please, or whatever the hell else as consent.
That negotiation extends into kink, too; anything but an enthusiastic yes is an absolute no.
. . . But, that didn't sound like an absolute no, either. Rather, it sounded more like a please hidden beneath some notion of shame—which is exactly what you don't want your sun to feel, especially not when he's in bed with you.
"Sunshine," you murmur. Your hands slide to his chubby cheeks, cupping his ruddy face. "Did—do you, I mean, want to . . . call me that?"
Aether's breath has effectively stopped.
"Please, Aether."
His golden eyes crack open to meet yours, but for only a brief moment, there and gone. however, they quickly flitter away; he adamantly looks, instead, at the strand of loose hair that you can feel tickling your ear. "Yeah?" He closes his eyes again, trying desperately to let the ground swallow him whole.
Smiling softly, you lean forward and press a featherlight kiss against his forehead, his nose, and the apple of each cheek. "Aether," you repeat, just to feel the way his name rolls off your tongue, "do you want to call me daddy?"
That was the hook.
Aether opens his eyes again, irises flicking side to side. The blush on his cheeks has spread down his naked chest.
Line.
"I-I—," he coughs. He scrunches his face before burrowing into the crook of your neck. Against your bare skin, his cheeks leave a warm brand.
"Yeah, I do. I wanna."
And sinker.
"Oh, honey," you murmur, leaning in to kiss him soundly. "See? That wasn't so bad, now was it?"
Aether cringes, and you feel his mouth drop open—likely to retort with something silly, like, "Yes, it was horrible," or, "Awful, I want the ground to swallow me up—", so you naturally dip down and curl your tongue into his still-wet cunt. (You don't think he's been wetter.) He makes a quiet, pitiful sound against you before he melts back into the bed.
"Daddy's here.”
yes . . . am working on the requests . . . yes, did get sidetracked by aether . . . baizhu and kaeya (same post, separate thoughts) are coming next (っ˘з(˘⌣˘ )
7 FEB. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
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Okokokookokok I just found this out and it’s actually the cutest thing
Do you mind having a one shot that is the reader teaching him about kissing?
I'm normal about him guys (I'm not)
Even if you two where meant for each other when you heard him saying what he thought was kissing you couldn't help but laugh, i mean you though he was joking (he wasn't) so you looked at him like "really? You think that's how people kiss?" And he was like "yeah :3" so you sit him down and explained to him
"when you kiss a person you have to put both of your lips together, so they can like touch? And then you close your eyes -"
"why i have to close my eyes? I like looking at you!"
"Idk it's really uncomfortable to see the person you are kissing like ಠ_ಠ when looking at you"
"oh, so can we kiss?"
"i mean yes?"
Once he discovers how to kiss you are not going to get up from the bed in a LONG time
He sees you and he just kisses you all over your face
Now i just imagine you two kissing and wally like:
ಠಿ◡ಠಿ
Looking at you
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i adore how mxtx sorta flipped the idea on the whole top/bottom thing with svsss, and just BL relationships in general.
making bingqiu very open to switching, not making the "bottom" super feminine and actually leaning more to the handsome side compared to the "top", how luo binghe is manipulative sensitive and cries easily, etc. one of the main themes in svsss is literally about sexuality (and possibly even about gender roles).
as a queer asian man myself, i absolutely despise the "yaoi archetype" and it was one of the reasons why i avoided consuming BL media. hell, years ago when i first saw heavens official blessing, i mentally groaned and went, "ugh, let me guess, the bottom is super feminine and innocent, while the top is masculine and experienced." of course, that's not the case now, but it's disappointing how that thought was there purely because of the god awful way fetish-y media portrays homosexual people and couples. because, believe it or not, we are not assigned male/female typical gender roles just because one likes to top/bottom (and even then, it's not even like that! some people have preferences, sure, but it's not so strictly "i'm top/bottom")
so, while i absolutely LOVE the english novel designs (especially luo binghe's cute curly hair, gongyi xiao, etc, and personally believe a lot of the takes from the western artist on the designs are an improvement), i am greatly saddened by people subconsciously assigning shen qingqiu as someone more delicate and feminine and luo binghe as someone super masculine and muscly. like, if you're going to have luo binghe depicted as the western design (i believe this stems from binghe being applied to more western ideals for men, and, admittedly, i actually really love his design), at least don't make shen qingqiu feminine and delicate? don't have his appearance play into the stupid yaoi thing?
i get that people have different takes on svsss, especially how the western version depicts it. but, people just... seem to very over exaggerate the top/bottom roles when it comes to bingqiu (again, these two are, canonically, VERY open to switching).
it's weird, it's uncomfortable, and it comes across as, "so, who wears the pants in the relationship?"
so, can we please have more canonically handsome shen qingqiu? canonically beautiful and pretty boy luo binghe (they literallly state that binghe looks EXACTLY like his mom, su xiyan! while a more handsome woman, is still very beautiful!! plus it is stated several times that binghe is slim, and that shang qinghua made him that way!) or at the very least, a BL couple who actually look like normal people (ok thats a little hard considering binghe is literally supposed to be perfect) and not just a stupid fetishized version of themselves.
and no, i'm not saying that queer men shouldn't be feminine or men who are feminine shouldn't be in a relationship with guys who are masculine, etc.
TLDR: please stop twinkifying shen qingqiu and going against what mxtx defied for us queer men (the stupid yaoi roles). and for the love of whoever you believe in, do NOT think that i hate the english design or people's personal interpretation of characters, i just hate the subconscious assigning of gender roles to bingqiu and how media portrays and fetishizes LGBTQ+ relationships in general.
edit: also i love teardrew's (check them out on twitter!) interpretation of shang qinghua. while i do really like the the eng novel design's tiny scared hamster vibes, teardrew's version just radiates "up to no good, paranoid but suspicious looking bitch" rat man and i love it so so so much. i'm not gonna repost their art bc i don't know how they feel about that but perhaps you can search up "svsss designs" on here, you'll see it pop up eventually lol.
edit 2 (1/16): i just saw someone reblog a post (that im pretty sure was referring to this one because, well, if you saw it i think it'd be a little clear kahxj) that was about how bingqiu switching and completely eschewing traditional top/bottom dynamics was a fandom idea or smth? so now i'm wondering, since i swear i remember that they were open to switching, but it's just that sqq preferred to bottom and/or was just a little too lazy to top. plus, sqq is a pretty unreliable narrator who says he doesn't want something one moment and then he does. how could he say no to bingbing? esp if he seems to wanna try bottoming too. perhaps i'm mixing things up though, idk? so if anyone can find that passage that says he only and strictly wants to bottom or whatever please show me! but i think the point of this post still stands haha (i wanted to ask about it, actually, but when i clicked on the og post's user it turned out that they blocked me ? so that was a little surprising oops. hey if ur somehow reading this, im... sorry for making you want to block me bc of this post? akdhxjj)
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Reminder that Dreamtale Twins are canonically sexless beings who identify with male pronouns.
yk what that means troops~💫
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Hugo's a fun little guy 'cause he's got twice the room for stuffing >:3
This is probably a few seconds before he falls into a food coma XD
(This doodle was inspired by an rp I'm currently doing with an anon here on tumblr, it's been really fun playing as this fella and seeing how he interacts with other characters-)
This part in the rp was just way too good not to draw I'm sorry-
Hope yall enjoy this very self-indulgent doodle of my roly-poly centaur blorbo 'cause I sure do
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Beelzebub: "You are what you eat, you know what that means right?"
Mc: "I'm a dick."
Asmo: *WHEEZES*
Lucifer: “Mc that is NOT-!
Mammon: *blushing* “W-what the hell is that supposed to mean?!”
Mc: “Oh you know damn well.”
Mammon: *nervously looks away, face bright red*
Satan: “I don’t want to be here anymore.”
Belphegor: “Seconded.”
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These two are a like a mean lesbian couple. To me
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“Fine By Me.”
Pairing - Daryl Dixon x Trans Masc Reader
Warnings - Talk of drug use, illness, needles, identity, possible transphobia.
Setting - S4 Prison
Summary - Daryl thinks you’re doing drugs, but ends up learning something new about you.
Type - Fluff
A/N: this is my first published fic!! i have briefly proofread, and i’m pretty happy with it. hope you enjoy :)
You sat on the edge of the bed in your cell, positioning the needle over your thigh, gripping at your flesh trying to gauge where to inject yourself. your palms were sweaty and you couldn’t get a good grip on the syringe, with Hershel in Block A, treating the prison flu, you had nobody to do this for you. Hershel had told you the week prior that he would be going to take care of the sick, and he took extra steps in showing you how to inject your medication, but this was the first time you had tried on your own, it was proving difficult.
You took a breath and widened your eyes, grabbing your skin and moving your face closer, trying to get the needle in the perfect spot before you pushed it in, ‘just do it, idiot’ you thought to yourself.
You heard a scoff and jumped, looking up with a surprised expression, Daryl stood at your door, holding the curtain you had put up against the frame.
“Didn’t take you for a fuckin’ junkie.” He said, a scowl across his face.
“What? No! I-“ you began,
“I don’ wanna hear it.” Daryl said, starting to turn away and leave.
“Daryl!” you jump towards him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around, he looked taken aback, offended, you weren’t sure, but before he could do or say anything, you grabbed his arm and yanked him into your cell, peering your head around the curtain to check nobody else was witness.
You held the syringe in front of his face, waving it as you annunciated “This is not heroin,” in a whisper-shout.
He looked puzzled and almost like he was challenging you, as if he was asking ‘oh yeah? what is it then?’.
“I am not a junkie, this is my medication! Now if you would give me a hand with sticking it in my thigh I would be grateful.”
You spoke to him in such a way he stood speechless for a moment, like he was a child who just got an angry finger waved in his face for his attitude.
“Well?” You ask, impatiently.
He flushed red for a moment and sheepishly nodded, taking the syringe from your hand, you sat back down and rolled your trouser leg back up, exposing the piercing site, jab marks from the previous weeks lingering.
Daryl sat beside you, needle in hand, inspecting it, and just as you thought he was about to stick you with it, he hesitated.
“Just lemme see whatever you put in here, I don’t wanna be responsible for nothin’.”
It was your turn to hesitate, you scoffed and looked at him, gauging whether he meant it or not, whether he really needed to see why you were secretly medicating yourself every week, when his expression didn’t falter, you reached into the box under your bed, and pulled out the small vial containing your lifeline.
You placed it into his hand, avoiding all eye contact, this man was the one you worried about telling, he wasn’t as loud as Merle was about his opinions, but they were brothers, they were hicks, surely they had their opinion in common?
He rolled the vial in his palm, exposed the small text written on the label, and brought it up to his eye. The bottle read ‘TESTOSTERONE’ in a bold font. Daryl studied it before peering over the bottle and into your eyes, he looked at you almost knowingly, his eyes told you that it was okay, you were okay.
This was the softest look Daryl had ever given you, he had just said so much more with his eyes than you had ever heard from his mouth, it meant a lot.
He gave the bottle back to you, and took the syringe between his teeth, using one hand to move your trouser leg up, and the other to grip a chunk of your flesh, rolling it between the tips of his fingers until the chunk felt right, he took his hand from your trousers and retrieved the needle from his mouth, poking it into you, and pressing down on the plunger at a slow pace.
You watched him, how he nibbled on his lip and furrowed his brow in concentration, how gently he treated you, you watched as he handled you with such care, you looked so deeply into him that you didn’t even realise he had removed the needle. The sudden sound it made when he tossed it onto the table next to your bed startled you awake from your trance, and you found yourself staring at the side of Daryl’s face, his cheeks flushed and his eyes darting to all places other than your eyes.
“Sorry.” You said, he nodded.
“Thank you for doing that.”
“S’alright.”
The silence was so loud.
“How did you learn to do that?” You asked, breaking the silence so suddenly you caught yourself off guard.
“Do wha’?” he questioned, raising a brow and looking at you through his fringe,
“Inject, it seemed like you knew what to do.”
He nibbled on his lower lip again, looking around the room, as if he was trying to find the words.
“My Mama,” he replied, “before the fire, before everythin’, she was sick, I had to give her her medicine sometimes, she was in a lot of pain, kept her in bed all day, smokin’, readin’ her magazines, Merle took care of her when he wasn’t at Dad’s, but sometimes I had ta.”
He kept his eyes on the ground before timidly looking toward you, you looked at eachother for a moment, before you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tight, you were telling him it was okay, you were thanking him for not freaking out over you being trans. You were very private about your identity before the world fell, and you thought you would have to be the same now, you had told Hershel very reluctantly, but he told you that God loved you, and that he accepted you, and now Daryl knew, and he treated you with more care and understanding than before. You thought maybe your family, your new, found family, would be okay with it too.
Daryl wrapped his arms around you, and squeezed before pulling away from the hug and standing up by the door.
“Gotta go, Rick needs help with the fence.” he told you, punctuating his sentence with a half smile.
“Okay.”
He turned away and lifted the curtain.
“Daryl?”
“Mm?” He hummed.
“Thank you, I thought-“ You began,
“I know what it’s like. Feelin’ like you don’t belong. What you’re doin’, who you are, is fine by me.”
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Thinking about Price on deployment 18+
Thinking about walking in on Price while he’s doing his weekly shaving routine, dressed in a pair of black boxers and a white tank top to go along with it.
He doesn’t seem to notice your presence at first, too engulfed with lathering shaving cream onto his face and humming a tune to himself.
But he jolts in surprise when he suddenly feels a pair of arms around his waist.
“Fuck’s sake, scared me half way to death, love” he says, while clutching his chest, the other hand still holding the lathering brush to his face.
“I’m sorry” you say while chuckling at him, for an army soldier, he sure gets scared easily “I couldn’t find you when I woke up and wanted to see where you went”
As he cranks his neck to meet your gaze you take in the sight of his bleary eyes, the wet hair falling messily across his forehead and the soft smile painted on his lips.
If his face wasn’t lathered up in shaving cream you’d probably kiss him right then and there.
“I’m here” he says as he squeezes your hand with his free one “ just got up to shave, thought I’d get it done before I headed back to base”
You just hum in response, smile slightly fading at the reminder that he’s going back to work.
However you try to not let your disappointment show and instead watch him as he picks up the razor he’d neatly placed on the sink, before shaving a stripe down his chin.
For a moment there are no words exchanged as he continues to shave his face, once again humming a foreign tune to himself, while relaxing in your embrace.
“Want to help me?” He says after he’s managed to do half his face.
“Mm no” you say while sliding your hand lower down his abdomen, fingers playfully tugging at the waistband of his boxers “want to help you with something else”
“Yeah and what’s that?” He says, voice steady but you can feel the way he shudders at your touch.
Your hand slips past the waistband of his boxers , before kneading the soft flesh of his thigh . “This alright?”
He hums out in response, head lolling back onto your shoulder as his eyes flutter shut.
But you’re quick to nudge him away, a playful look on your face as you meet his confused gaze. “Ah ah ah finish up with what you’re doing first”
He’s about to say something but cuts himself off as he feels you squeeze his thigh in warning. Without any sort of complaint he returns to what he’d been doing. “Atta boy” you say with a chuckle as you continue to knead the soft flesh.
This time he’s much less focused on his task, hands slightly shaking as he drags the razor along his face, and even squirming in place as you continue to tease him.
At last you decide to take him out of his misery, fingers swiping through his slick folds before whispering “This alright?”
“Oh fuck” he grunts out, razor carelessly falling into the sink as his fingers clutch onto the edge of the tile. “More than alright, please - please need more”
“Don’t worry love” you say with a chuckle while grinding up against his ass“I won’t leave you hanging, you know I won’t”
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Fucked up thought as I do material spec: transmasc Eddie Munson who gets bullied and called a guy because of how he dresses and acts (transphobic so bad they looped back to what Eddie wants on accident) dating Steve post S2, who knows and supports him, but still has to misgender his bf in public until they can get out of Hawkins. Eddie fails again, they get in a fight about whether they should leave, and aren’t broken up, but aren’t really together as S3 starts. So when Eddie visits Scoops, Steve is so happy to see him that he calls him Eddie and he/him in public, just like the bullies, and can’t explain to Robin, who is absolutely pissed that Steve is treating her Eddie like that.
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