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#like i love dressing hyper feminine
mechieonu · 1 year
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gatekeeping princess peach bc some of y'all don't know how to behave
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genderfreakxx · 11 months
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Really fun and funky and deadass reassuring to know that even when I’m having an insanely femme moment in regards to my gender feeling I still have absolutely zero regret about top surgery
Like it’s just literally never been even the slightest thought on my mind until I make it a conscious effort to think about it- and then especially it’s only allowed me to feel more free than I ever have before I’m so fucking happy to dance in my body now
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mejomonster · 1 year
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I dress masculine but my face so baby doll -o-;
#rant#this is a mini rant about just like. sometimes i just wished i looked masc or butch but i really just. dont to strangers ever#i wear all mens clothes from the mens section but still look 'cutesy' because my face is my face#if i wear makeup i like eyeliner so i never look super femme since#i cant do contouring and lipstick normally so i dont unless lurposely going hyper femme like with a lolita fashion coord#or a barbie malibu photoshoot or something. even when i dress in pastels most of my pastel rainbow stuff is#from the mens section. but my face is just. baby. i have a flat chest but it doesnt make difference#iwear baggy clothes to hide my hourglass curve but even thay doesnt seem to matter#ive cut my hair 1 inch long and that never mattered. i like my hair short so its like chin length now but lol#while i love guys with my length hair i just. do not read as guy to ppl. and i dont want to masculine contour my face#cause 1. i fail quite bad at xontours 2. i hate coverup and most makeup im just not the kinda perskn that wears much makeup if any#wearing more makeup makes me feel more femme especially coverup and contour#idk just. i been thinking how i dress in 95% masc clothes (unless im wearing a purposeful dress up lolita coord or goth dress i like)#and to my family and strangers i just read Usual Babydoll Face girly mejo???#i... i have no solution to it not that i necessarily like need one. then also like sometimes u wanna look androgynous#but i already xombine masc and feminine presentation choices with makeup and masc clothes#or masc clothes with some bright colors like pink since i love pastels#jt just. doesnt end up working much. i mean it makes me happy but to a stranger i just dont read as androynous
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yawnderu · 3 months
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No thoughts head empty, just bimbo!reader and Simon, who absolutely adores her. Something about a sheltered girl who has never even been close to seeing the horrors of war like he has is very refreshing to write about, not to mention how nice it must be for Simon to have a partner who, despite being kinda dim-witted, adores him just as much.
Simon's expectations of her aren't anything huge— simply for her to stay loyal and love him, and he'll take care of the rest. The pair is odd, bimbo!reader having a hyper-feminine style with lots of pink, while Simon is way more chill and always sticks to dark clothes, yet they both work out perfectly fine.
Simon ''my girl can wear whatever tf she wants, I can fight'' Riley absolutely adores seeing his girlfriend in short dresses and miniskirts and takes her shopping often whenever he's back from deployments. His favorite thing is seeing your smile when you find clothes you love, and he even helps you find things that he knows for a fact you'll like.
This man has your size for clothes and shoes memorized, one quick look in your closet when you're bathing and he's already learning and writing down on his notes the brands that you like so he can go shopping later.
He keeps his job a secret for you, not denying any guesses that you make no matter how far-fetched they are. What the fuck is a cosplayer? Sure, he's that. The smell of gunpowder that clings to him no matter how often he showers is simply a weird cologne, yeah.
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deadghosy · 1 month
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Hey!! I have a request! Could you do the hazbin hotel characters and fem! CatNap reader! I know CatNap is a boy but I would like to see what kind of head canons they would have for a female version of CatNap. Also maybe reader would love chasing things around since cats do that?
HAZBIN HOTEL X FEM CATNAP!READER HEADCANNONS
prompt: you are female resident who helps sinners with insomnia
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OKAY FIRST OFF! YOU DEFINITELY STILL SMELL LIKE VANILLA AND LAVENDER!🦆 NO ONE CAN ARGUE ABOUT THIS TO ME 😭
What I headcannon is kinda cartoony as reader has her legs cross as she just nods listening to a sinner’s sleep problem as she is just wearing glasses and a vest. Dead ass she just knocks them out like. “Problem solved!”
Charlie made you a room so residents and sinners could come in and have you help them sleep. Like either you knock them out and walk away. Or you actually stop being a lazy mofo and help them personally.
I headcannon based on the fluffy plush bodies that reader is still flat like the male catnap, cause obviously she doesn’t have a chest just like the plush body of Bobby bearhug. That’s basically how I imagine reader’s body is with her being like a little more skinny but definitely having trouble with people asking what her gender is.
“I’m a fucking cat, that’s what I am.” Is what reader would say irritated as it’s obvious in her feminine/decent voice.
Sassy catnap!reader is a goal as you would literally just do shit for shits and giggles😭✨🔥
Headcannon you have a purple vest with a white dress shirt and a black or white skirt with a few moon patterns on it while the color of your dress shirt as a moon pendent💗🦆
You straight up knocked a person out with your red smoke because they had sexualized you during the session and all you had to say was. “Oh really? Count to three…” “count to wh-” immediate knocked out as they fell face first from the chair as you smile with a full grin.
You used your claws to cut open a piece of candy for nifty as she hugs you and walked away happy. You love helping….
Alastor ran from you as you were chasing after him like a predator because he said he doesn’t need sleep…okay so imagine this….
You are sneaking like a lion behind Alastor as he drinks tea and he is like “I feel watched” with a sweatdropped and next thing people see in the halls is you grinning as you drag a motionless Alastor who still holds his tea up.
You wrapped your tail around Charlie to help her put up a banner as you file your claws as it was time to trim them. Like I imagine that as vaggie is like “What.” With a blank confused face seeing her girlfriend get lifted by a 8ft tall female cat
I can see reader having those teas that help people to sleep just incase they don’t like being passed out “force”. So you just make them tea as you listen to them rant as they fall asleep
Imagine reader reading a book as Lucifer is having a hyper moment behind her as she just peacefully reads….
It gives off “calm friend x hyper friend” vibes
Lucifer had one time patted you, and kept petting you until you purred so he can feel relaxed. He likes your purrs.
The duck king definitely has a picture of you purring on his lap…he even has it as his wallpaper kinda because of how soft and good smelling your fur is
OOOH IMAGINE YOU AND ANGEL HAVING A FASHION SHOW IN HIS ROOM💗🦆
Angel definitely gets you some nice clothes to match your aesthetic or purple clothing with white and cream.
You carry nifty in your mouth as if she was your kit….its cute okay…like niffty straight up smile as you hold her like your own kitten.
“This is ma mom now!” Nifty says happily as you just walk around with the back of her dress in your mouth.
Cherri bomb was good about you by Angel dust as Angel had put an image of how cool and badass you are at not following the rules. She always tries to persuade you into giving her your red smoke to make bombs out of it. SHE ONLY WANTS TO CAUSE DESTRUCTION!!!🦆‼️
Sir Pentious brings his egg boiz to you when they can’t sleep so you can use your red smoke on them. They snuggle in your purple fur as you just play a lullaby for them
I imagine you and husk purring by each other out of no where confused…but it’s because of your peaceful scent installed in your fur and body.
You still have your signature cocky smile before you knock a bitch out with the gas coming from your mouth.
I can see how you have a moon ring as [favorite hazbin hotel character] has a sun ring to show off your friendship with them
Imagine how reader gets groomed by the whole hazbin hotel crew because of their 8ft tall frame…there’s a lot of extra work in grooming your fur.
You definitely have those candles as well with that lavender smell with hint of vanilla. You have so much aromatherapy stuff for people. You might as well be the aroma goddess-
I headcannon you using your demon form (basically that form where the player sees catnap as a skinny monster) to scare people 😭 you’re an asshole as I imagine Angel getting ready for his morning to only see you behind the shower curtain with a creepy smile
Angel screamed and ran out the room looking crazy…..😭 Charlie found out and made you apologize to Angel as he was locked in his room..
He’s definitely not going to the bathroom alone-
Just like my other catnap! Reader, you definitely walk around slowly but stealthy releasing that poppy gas just incase a resident or your friends try sneaking out. “It’s time for bed…” you says quietly as you move smoothly around the hotel hallways
Just like before, Lucifer was scared of you until you showed him you can be quite the loving person you can be. Like Lucifer will lay on your body for comfort if he was getting busy from paper work in his office.
I can imagine Angel trying to get you to use your gas on Valentino and you’re like “sure” as you put a jar to your mouth and release it and give it to Angel.
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tbposting · 6 months
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I've started One Piece but frankly am very cautious with actually continuing and investing a lot of time and energy into the work because I'm aware of the transphobia and the general... everything surrounding characters like Brook. I haven't chosen to invest in a long running Shonen since about 15 years ago, before coming to terms with my sexuality, and I fear that a lot of stuff I'll find to be inexcusable. Are the allegations blown out of proportions, or should I be worried?
Well, I don't think I can help you on what you'll find inexcusable or excusable, that's a very personal line that everyone draws for themselves, ultimately. I love One Piece deeply, but I refuse to make excuses for its shortcomings. Like all great works of art, it is flawed.
For something like twenty years, One Piece's primary depiction of visible queerness and transfemininity were the Newkama.
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Which... fucking sucks, frankly. Visually, these are designs based 100% on "ha ha ha ugly men in dresses who think they're feminine, ha ha ha" as a joke. They are ridiculous caricatures, and you are meant to find them funny and laugh at their delusions of femininity.
It's a depiction that derives from extant stereotypes of transfemininity and homosexuality in Japanese culture, which... aren't really my place to speak authoritatively on. I know that there are some complexities re: drag culture, reclamation and performance culture, and Japanese queer and trans people have a diversity of thoughts and opinions on both One Piece and the "okama" stereotype more broadly. I can't speak to any of that, that's not really my lane, so I'll just say that from MY perspective, the depiction of the Newkama as visual designs comes across as a dismissive, mean-spirited and frankly cruel depiction of transfemininity.
In addition to that, it should also be said that the Kamabakka are unequivocally heroic and explicitly depicted as correct and morally right in their identities and culture.
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This is Bon Clay and Ivankov, two major okama characters in One Piece. If Ivankov looks familiar that's because he's based on Dr. Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Ivankov is a major heroic ally of the Straw Hats, and Bon Clay is commonly considered one of THE most beloved and heroic supporting characters in the entire story. One Piece fans will DIE for Bon Clay, you can find tiktoks of people openly weeping with love for this man. If I ever appeared on camera, I would be one of them.
Setting aside their presentation as designs, One Piece goes out of its way to show these characters fighting, sacrificing and standing up for their friends and their communities. It goes out of its way to present their humanity, their compassion and their kindness, and to humanize them to the audience.
The ultimate villains of One Piece are the World Government, a hyper-authoritarian militaristic feudal government with a policy of absolute conformity to authority, and the Newkama and their queerness are explicitly framed as standing in opposition to that evil, and as representatives and avatars of freedom.
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Freedom is one of One Piece's central themes, and it very explicitly includes freedom from gender roles and gender norms in that idea. The Newkama, among other things, also stand for freedom of presentation, freedom of gender, and freedom of self-determination. Whatever gender you want, whatever you want to wear, who and whatever you want to be, the Newkama say you can and should be those things, and damn what anyone else thinks.
Newkama Land where these story scenes take place are literally a haven of freedom carved out by queer people inside the walls of a deep-ocean prison that the World Government tried to throw them into to torture and destroy them, which is, objectively speaking, metal as fuck.
I think these story ideas are extremely queer-positive and trans-inclusive, and I think it reads like the work of someone who has queer people's backs and wants them to be part of the worlds that he makes.
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Which makes it all the more frustrating that the Newkama are the only explicit depictions of transness and queerness in One Piece for literal decades. On the one hand, the story is vocally accepting and inclusive, on the other hand, everyone everywhere is presented as cis and straight with vanishingly few exceptions. Queer people exist in One Piece, but only really in the designated Queer Person Faction, rather than as an endemic presence in the world. It's very Planet of Hats in that way.
(inb4 yes I know Luffy is shown essentially as aro-ace, yes I also agree that Nami definitely has a thing going on with Vivi and projects hella lesbian energy. Yes you can absolutely do a queer reading of the story and its characters, and I do that and I love to do that, but there's a difference between something being open to queer interpretation and a story actually telling explicitly queer stories)
It's not until we reach the Wano arc, one of the most recent story arcs, that Oda really gets around to depicting forms of gender non-conformity and transness outside of the boundaries of the Newkama and the "okama" visual stereotype. He's been rightly praised for making those new creative choices (and Yamato is MY BOY I fucking love him), but it still took a quarter of a century for One Piece to even HAVE a transmasc character.
On the one hand its explicit text is quite radically inclusive, the themes and what the story SAYS presents queerness and queer people as good things that make the world a better, richer and freer place. People who try to eradicate or oppress queerness are, without exception, the enemy.
On the other hand, it just hasn't been very good at actually depicting queerness, except as cartoonish stereotypes and very, very occasional exceptions to the cishet status quo.
The portrayal of the Newkama, visually, arrive from a tradition of transphobic, homophobic stereotypes, and I don't blame anyone from being alienated by that. Placing them on the side of the good guys doesn't cancel out the problematic aspect of using those kinds of depictions in the first place, and I am not interested in making excuses for it.
I love One Piece, deeply, I think it is a wonderful story, and I find it very affirming of queerness as a mode of being. But I'm not going to argue with anyone who feels differently.
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stargirl-int3rlud3 · 6 months
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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤.
straw hat crew x fem! reader
🗯 ! swearing, flirting, slight suggestive language !
synopsis; how i interpret opla characters would react to having a hyper feminine lover. — ♡ ᵎᵎ
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LUFFY; Personally, Luffy doesn't really care too much what you wear. He thinks you look great in whatever you choose to wear. However, he is your biggest supporter and hype man. Constant compliments left and right about how gorgeous you are and how he's so lucky to have you. Luffy would definitely be one to treat you like a princess. I'm talking carries you around in his arms and puts a jacket done on wet puddles. He highly believes in chivalry and is the biggest gentleman.
You had just recently gotten a new, cute, pink skirt and today was the day you planned on wearing it. When you walk out of Luffy's cabin in the new clothing piece his eyes suddenly fall upon you. "Woah!! Is that new?" Luffy approaches you staring at the piece. "It is, you like?" You ask, spinning for Luffy, so that he gets a full view of the skirt. "Like it? I love it!!" He exclaims, lightly placing his hands on your hips to feel the texture of the skirt. Not too long after, Luffy is running left and right carrying you around in his arms. Some low-life, pirate was trying to attack Luffy and now here you were, tightly nestled against his chest as he tried his very hardest not to let a single stain of mud or any other substance onto your pretty little skirt that he now deemed one of his favorites.
ZORO; He LOVES him some hyper feminine girlies (and hyper feminine girlies love him). The constant slaps to your ass prove just how much he loves the way you dress. He loves admiring how great you look and the jealous looks he gets when men walk by you to see that such a pretty girl is situated on his lap. It boosts his confidence which can be both and good and bad thing. I like to think that Zoro is quite the possessive man and doesn't like sharing, which is why he feeds into your pink obsession. He loves watching your doe eyes beg for him to buy you a new cute pink outfit, he always seems to cave in.
You stare at Zoro through your beautiful lashes with a sweet, sincere smile on your face. Zoro caresses your face sweetly, before moving your head to the side to place even sweeter kisses along your neck until his lips brush up against your. "..I suppose you can get it, since you want it so badly"He smirks at you, staring deep into your doll-like eyes. You wrap your arms around Zoro's neck, "Eeeek!! Thank you so much Zoro, you're the bestest boyfriend ever!!" He watches as you race to the cash register with loving eyes. After shopping, Zoro convinced you to let him take you out for a nice dinner. Now that you're here you think part of it was because Zoro wanted to flaunt you off to anyone that would dare look your way. His smirk got wider and wider by the hour as men would make their way towards you just to quickly turn around at the sight of you so nicely sat in Zoro's lap. While you did find it cute that he wanted to flaunt you to the world you also found his overconfidence to be slightly...annoying at times as he would talk about a random guy's face drop rapidly at the sight of Zoro.
NAMI; Similarly to Luffy, she doesn't really care what you wear as long as you're comfy in what you're wearing. That doesn't mean she dislikes the way pink fits you so well. Nami could never really see herself wearing pink, so to see her lover wearing it so beautifully, she's awestruck to say the least. Due to Nami's sarcastic nature, she constantly is making princess jokes to you.
"Hey Princess, you need help getting down" Nami jokes as you're about to step off the ship. You roll your eyes playfully, following along, "Why yes I would, my knight" She smiles at you before laughs bubble from her throat and out of her perfect lips. You reach your hand out towards her, grazing your hand over her lips. She notices quickly, arching one of her eyebrows at the gesture. Retreating your hand back, you turn away from her with a slight pink across your face. Suddenly, you're dipped and met with a smirking Nami who delicately places her lips upon yours. Your palms meet her face as you pull her even closer than before. " Hey lovebirds, let's get our asses moving!" Zoro scolds you two with a slight look of disgust which leaves you and Nami giggling. "Sorry, Zoro, my princess needed her knight" She jokes nudging you softly.
SANJI; This man loves any woman who will give him the light of day. So the fact that you, a pretty hyper feminine girl, chose HIM. Oh, he fantasizes and daydreams about you like a schoolgirl with a crush. When you show off a new outfit to him, he is all ears and eyes and will tell you how every piece fits together so well to create a masterpiece fit so perfectly for you. I can see Sanji adding natural pink food coloring to your foods just to watch your face light up at the sight of it. Seeing you in cute pink crop tops and skirts as well as many other categories of clothing, makes Sanji want to get on his knees for you (not in that way- okay, maybe a little bit in that way). He is such a simp at heart and will do anything for you.
"Sanji? How is this outfit for lunch?" You ask posing for the blonde man who admired you greatly. "Anything you wear is utmost stunning as it is already being worn by a masterpiece" He explains his reasoning to you with a cute smile that you adore. You skip your way over to Sanji as he leads you to the dining area by your hand that is intertwined with his. He sweetly pushes you into your chair once you've sat down. Sanji sits close to you watching for your reaction as you take of the silver covering over your food. When the food is finally on display your eyes sparkle and you emit a sound of joy as you turn to see a lovesick Sanji. You grab his face placing lipgloss stained kisses all over his face and it's like he's in heaven with how lovesick he is. "You gotta bit of something like...all over your face" Nami points out to Sanji as he takes a quick peek in a mirror, only to fall to the floor with his eyes filled with hearts.
USOPP; We already know based off of the whole Kaya thing that this man is a nervous wreck when it comes to women which is surprising because I feel as though he has a quite a list of girls that would date him. Anyways! He, much like Luffy, is your biggest supporter with his constant stuttery compliments. He worships the very ground you walk on (literally), but he's just a bit nervous at times is all. He is also a big simp, but tries to hide it by being "calm and cool".
"Please Nami!!" You beg for the girl to let you decorate her hair. "For the last time, no" Nami told you sternly, leaving you pouting. You just wanted someone to do girly things with sometimes,but Nami never wanted to do the things you wanted to. What you didn't know was that Usopp was currently watch your sad, distressed face as you walk away from Nami. He hurries towards you stopping in front of you with a big grin on his features. You're somewhat startled by your lovers suddenly appearance, "Oh? Hi, Usopp!!" "What are you so sad for?" He asks, examining your face. "Oh...I wanted to do Nami's hair all pretty, but she seems to be annoyed with my asks" You inform the boy of the situation. "You could do mine, if you'd like" Usopp suggests. Your eyes shine brighter than a thousand suns as you jump into Usopp's arms, leaving a red hue on his face. "You would do that for me, Uso?" "Y-yeah, I don't see why not" He rubs his hand on the back of his neck, not being able to look you in the eyes. You kiss his cheek and drag him to your cabin.
☆ | this was SOOOOOO fun to write, i feel like i captured them pretty well :D
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velvetures · 8 months
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could i request a ghost x “strawberry/cutecore/hello kitty” reader?! basically just everything is pink and they are super bubbly :>
pls and ty 🙏🏻
Simon "Ghost" Riley & Cutecore/Hyperfeminine Aesthetic
a/n: I loved this request... but it was my first attempt at the aesthetic/vibe as a whole and I'm not sure if I hit the mark. I used this pic as my inspo. ):( Summary: What it's like for Ghost to have an "everything in pink, please." gf, and what kind of feelings go along with it. TW's: suggestive content 18+ ONLY, established relationship, possessiveness?, def not proofread (the usual), fem!reader.
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Of all the women that Simon ever entertained the thought of being, one like you didn’t initially even present itself as a remotely interesting option. The idea of someone such much different from himself sounded like nothing less than a good way of fucking up someone else’s -otherwise- normal life by inserting himself into it. You just always seemed so damn happy and excited about even the smallest of things; Practically amplifying the good feelings floating around in the air and blasting them right back at him. Never without something pink on and dressed up like you were minutes away from attending some kind of fairy party literally scared Ghost away from having anything to do with you.
You on the other hand, weren’t exactly sure what it was that made Ghost so averse to speaking to you more than a few words at a time. Yet made it your very private little mission of sorts to snoop and poke around until you found some kind of answer as to why such a massive and expertly lethal man couldn’t bear to stand within arms reach of you. He just intrigued you for some reason or another. Only getting glimpses of the man’s real self in his eyes -the only visible part of him- and having to make your next moves based off of nothing more than gut-feelings and the hope that you were reading his signals correctly.
At first, it crossed your mind that your preferred aesthetic of sorts could be a bit of the problem. For most people it might appear a bit too much, and when looking at Ghost dressed almost head to to in black with a skull painted on his masked face… there was good reason to assume it in the first place. What you didn’t know was that it was so much deeper than your affinity for lace-trimmed socks, Mary Jane’s, pearls, and practically anything hyper-feminine and in a shade of pink. Ghost didn’t believe you were weak or predisposed to acting childish. You held a massively significant job in journalism and worked harder than most people he knew at what you did. You just happened to enjoy everything around you looking like some damn cotton-candy tea party.
What bothered him was your sweet personality and an intrinsic value he held for just how fucking innocent you were towards him and everyone else around you. People could be utterly horrible right to your face, and you’d silently keep the hurt to yourself and never fight back against what they’d done. Revenge wasn’t something you cared for, while it was essential to Ghost’s motivation in his work and private life. For a long time he couldn’t balance his morals of being involved with you at all with the thoughts in the back of his mind about how much he might twist and form you into something unrecognizable. Something a lot less… pink. A person that didn’t enjoy such small little things like how a skirt had small pink flowers embroidered on it, or if the little bows you’d stick in your hair had a lace fringe on the edges.
Oh but how things changed when Ghost finally couldn’t stand looking at you without thinking about how nice it would be to have his arm wrapped around you, pulling you tight up against him to keep everyone from staring. The Lieutenant always had a weak spot for you and your sugar-sweet personality and looks. But goddamn did he start loving the color pink more than a professional murderer should. All the hues and tones of that fucking color began reminding him of you no matter where he was, or what he was doing. For the longest time, he’d been worried that he would be the one that changed you, all the while he was too deep inside his own mind to recognize that you were the one controlling the direction things were headed.
Just looking at you made him shudder with feelings of possessiveness and adoration. Standing there happy as could be with thigh-high white socks and a fluffy pink skirt, all dressed up just to go out to eat at a little late-night pub because he couldn’t stand the idea of having to show his face in the bright daylight. You knew to a certain extent that Ghost appreciated the way you lived your life just a bit more feminine than average… but the depths of his thoughts and ideas about you were surface level to say the least. He just knew what you looked like clinging to his arm walking down the street; His polar opposite and yet so happy to be close to him. A darling smile… pretty and glossed lips… frilly things on almost every piece of clothing you wore and just utterly adorable to him.
Knowing that gave him… fantasies.
Wanting to see all of the things he could buy for you to wear for him. Dress you up almost like his own little doll and get to show you off to anyone who’d look, only to have the pleasure of threatening them to do more than take one good glance. So delectable, squeezable; but for him and him alone. You were the princess Simon didn’t realize he wanted and unlocked this strange and insatiable urge to spoil the fuck out of you with every pretty pink or glittery thing you could wish for, just so he could take you home and watch you try it all on for him while sipping a bourbon on the couch.
Fuck… There wasn’t a better way to spend an evening. Well, almost.
Perfect didn’t count unless he got to see you under him, laying back on pink silk sheets you’d been adamant about buying for his house, watching your eyes roll back with every moment he made. Damn if he couldn’t make it more than fifteen minutes without needing to calm himself down, before needing to put you on your hands and knees so those pretty little fucking faces you made wouldn’t make him finish before he got started. If he was lucky he could leave hot and pink handprints on your ass for making him feel so good. Simon knew you weren’t sheltered. But to him you were still innocent. Kind in so many ways he didn’t comprehend or believe was humanly possible. For fuck’s sake, you allowed him to come into your life.
Him with his scarred hands, bullet holes, shitty disposition. A man who preferred destruction and death for it’s permanence and certainty. Simon, with his need to hide his own face and go by a name that lacked humanity. All of him starkly contrasted you in so many ways it made him spin with confusion and oftentimes guilt. Questioning why he’d been so weak as to touch you in the first place. Allow himself the chance at someone so full of life who could see the world -literally- through rose-colored lenses.
Yet you brought forth happiness and fulfillment that the soldier hadn’t found in his years of searching desperately for a purpose. He found someone he could visually see, and palpably touch who hadn’t been torn down or beaten into submission in one way or another. Sweet and innocent you had found such a simple yet powerful way of living life the way you wanted to. Ghost felt like he could protect you. Not only in the genuine aspect of loving you so much that he got physically ill at the thought of losing you to anything; but also because you were so full of life and love to give to everyone around you. He needed you. Selfishly. Then again, there needed to be more softness and genuine innocence and happiness too. And so long as he was alive and breathing, he’d always make sure you were safe.
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johnpriceslamb · 3 months
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hi there! i really liked your arthur with a feminine gf fic and id love to see more like that! could i maybe request a fic with a cute girly reader who is a friend of mary-beths and when mary-beth brings her to camp she spots arthur and literally goes heart eyes for him🥺 maybe whenever shes visiting camp arthur always finds an excuse to go over and talk to them just so he can see her aww! and its so obvious to everyone in camp and they all tease them over how sweet on each other they are🥰
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𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 ! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
꒰ Arthur Morgan has his eyes on a certain hyper-feminine doll .꒱
BEFORE YOU PROCEED! Mary-Beth being a giant tease and a flirt to reader . hyper-feminine! reader . fem! reader . many pet names in use . awkward-written ending . quick luv stori . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . reader has a dada and a mama . 2.3k words
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the sounds of pearl tipped necklaces rattling together and ribbon-laced dresses ruffled in the precious spring breeze, paired with soft giggles and a nervous coo.
A stifled babble escapes her lips,
“Am I um.. even allowed to be here?” [name] meekly stammers. She holds onto her friends hand, her floral patterned dress was hitched slightly over her knees with her other hand, in reluctancy in which; to get her newly bought dress dirty from the ground they treaded upon.
She’s heard of people trespassing their gangs property, and much to her dismay— she may end up as dead as roadkill. A small shiver goes down [name]’s spine at the thought of that.
Mary-Beth had been wanting to show her a couple of her new books she’s bought in st. Denis— thus the excitement pouring from her aura as she drags her across the Van Der Linde’s property.
“Don’t worry yer pretty lil’ head off. I’ll just tell em’ yer with me. What could possibly go wrong?” She pats her shoulder with a reassuring smile. A slight grimace etched amongst [name]’s face as her bow-tipped shoe is coated with a bit of mud when she took another quiet step.
[name] doesn’t look convinced at all. The grip on her hand grows a bit tighter which signified her nerves playing in. Mary-Beth always teased her for being such a worry-wart.
“..Um, well, a lot actually.” [name] prattles on.
Mary-Beth rolls her eyes.
“Hush, now.”
She does what she’s told. To shut up in a non sugar-coated manner. The aroma of many boiled meat and vegetables in a pot comes hitting her nose as soon as she enters the area. She can’t help the little nose crunch as the smell hits too abruptly for her to even know. She’s about to question Mary-beth what that smell was—
“Ah! Mr. Pearson’s cooking again.”
[name] doesn’t know wether to ask her whom this Pearson guy was, or to stay quiet. She chooses the latter. A slight tilt to her head as her ribbon-tipped hair slightly falls down her shoulder out of habit when she’s confused.
This camp was interesting, she thought. [name] could only hope that there aren’t much people. She shyly hide behind Mary-Beth’s figure as they treaded closer to her spot in camp.
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Unfortunately for [name], there was a certain amount of people that made her feel uncomfortable. She resists the urge to complain, biting her tongue to keep the words in. However, there were a few she’s met that she can’t help but admire. Karen and Tilly, their names were. Sweet girls they were, she deemed.
She sat upon a small patch of grass, her hands fiddling with a few strands of the everlasting green out of boredom, listening to Mary’s voice as she spoke.
In Mary-Beth’s hand adorns a romance-genre book, she’s reading the lines out loud. [name]’s cheeks become a darker hue at a certain line she verbally says— resulting to the both of them quietly giddily giggling.
“I cannot believe he’d actually do that to her,” Mary-beth comments as she fawns over the characters. [name] eagerly crawls towards her, re-reading the line she’s just read out.
“I thought he liked Sarah though?” [name] squeaked.
“Same!” Mary was far too happy to be able to share her love for books with another. She ends herself with a soft sigh, “I reckon he’ll leave her in a span of a click.”
“Mary?”
“Mhm?”
“Who.. Who’s that?”
This gets the girls attention. She quirks a brow, looking at the direction of [name]’s lithe finger. It’s not easy to hold back a smirk curling onto her lips.
“You pointin’ to that cowpoke over there?” Mary grins.
[name]’s doe eyes were practically planted with hearts, and she’s stammering like a tiny lamb, “I—I um.. uh.. I was just..”
“He was just starin’ at me, so I um.. nevermind—”
She cuts her off, “—His names Arthur,” Mary teases the sweetheart, “Lookit chu’!”
[name] could only shrink, “I.. shut up would you?”
“Whenever you swear it’s like looking at a yapping puppy.”
[name] fully turns around, the back of her head facing the burly cowpoke whom curiously stares at the pair of girls from afar.
“‘shut up’ is not a swear word, Mary-Beth!”
“Is so!” Mary-Beth argues back. She doesn’t mention the fact that Arthur’s slowly creeping up from behind.
“Shut up doesn’t have any implications of vulgar words now does it?” She puffs out her cheeks. Mary-beth can’t suppress the small smirk planted on her freckled face. The man stalks towards them closer, in a lazy manner.
“It so does! It’s considered rude and disrespectful— which is quite literally the definition of a curse word.” Closer.
“Mhm, even so it all really depends on context—” Closer.
“—Now how ‘bout you just caaalm down, sweetheart?” She drags the ‘a’ in calm to further on annoy her. Mary-Beth teases the dolled-up sweetheart, playing with her ribbons by twirling it around her finger.
[name] broods, huffing as she quiets down and crosses her arms like an itty-bitty brat. Goodness was she cute! Mary giggles.
Suddenly, the freckled-face darling stands up from her spot, eliciting a tiny ‘where you going?’ from [name].
“Just gonna get another book! I’ll be back in a second.” She cheekily trots away.
[name] could only tilt her head at her unusual behaviour.
Only for her to freeze up immediately at a quiet rumble of a man’s voice from behind—
“Mary-Beth’s been botherin’ you, I assume?”
[name] shyly turns her head around— wispy lashes fluttering as she stands up awkwardly to match his height— barely even. A whole foot taller than she was.
She fiddles with her fingers, before quietly nodding. It’s obvious to Arthur that she was a shy little thing. So with that information, he’s gentle in his approach, his tone is more softer.
“Got a name, little missy?” He asks. Oh, his voice.
“[name],” she shyly babbles. He was certainly NOT bad looking. She’s so, so so shy. “And you are..?”
“Arthur. Arthur Morgan.”
Despite already knowing his name, she can’t help but admire how his southern drawl drags.
“‘s nice to meet you, mister Morgan,” She meekly says.
“Just Arthur.”
“Oh- sorry.” She stammers.
Arthur can’t help the lazy grin on his face.
“No need to be sorry,” He hums. “Mary-Beth’s friend?”
“Best friend,” She corrects him with a tiny smile.
“Ah.” Despite the silence that continued on, it was somehow comforting around them. Guess his dim tone and sweet intentions made her feel like a comforted little bunny snuggled inside a warm burberry blanket.
Arthur’s eyes size her up and down. He doesn’t comment her shyness, rather her appearance. It was like looking at a live porcelain doll.
He can’t help but question, “You from Saint Denis, lil’ - missy?”
That pet name makes her shy.
“Mhm,” She fully looks at him. She has to tilt her head just to look at him. Her hands were behind her back, and she rocks on her platforms.
“Mm.. Figured.”
“Oh? How so?” She curiously quirks a brow.
He doesn’t hesitate to answer. “You look like a right tulip, missy.”
[name] almost lets out a soft giggle at his teasing. Her cheeks feel warmer, as do her nose and the tip of her dainty ears. A tulip?
“It’s the attire, is it not?” [name] leans back on the souls of her black bow platforms, tinkering those wispy lashes at him.
Gosh, what he’d do to just.. kiss those squishy cheeks of hers.
“Mhm. ‘S all frilly and.. so..” Arthur trails on. He mindlessly fiddles with the folded gossamer lines attached to her light pink dress. She allows him to, can’t help but also allow his scent to invade her nose— smoke and.. gunpowder. A large cry from her sweet vanilla scented perfume sprayed on her neck.
They’re both cut off by Mary-Beth strolling in with her other books. That cheeky, little smile she sent to Arthur makes a vein pop in [name]’s head, realising why she left so quickly.
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It was her second time visiting the camp-site.
From her previous experience, she figured that it wasn’t all that bad.. just ignore some folks.
[name] adorns a pink puff-sleeved ruffled dress with a simple pearl necklace— a bit similar to her previous outfit. From her giddy stance, it looked like she was waiting for Arthur, and not Mary-Beth.
Her smile even becomes brighter when she sees him nearby. And quite frankly, Mary-Beth has had enough of being answered with silence and shy eye-contact from afar. It was cute, yes, but it was becoming frustrating to bear.
“—And Johnathan allows her to wear his deceased wife’s ring! How absurd.” Mary-Beth squints her eyes at her response.
“Mhm,” [name] mindlessly hums, staring at Arthur.
“…He also ate a raw fish.” She tests.
“Mmm.”
“..He’s tap dancing.”
“That’s nice.”
She groans, poking the girl, “Are you even listening to what I’m saying right now?”
“Uhuh.” [name] unconsciously fiddles with the ends of her dress. She’s still staring at his direction. Doe eyes expand abnormally larger at the sight.
The girl in front of her droops. But pipes up again to get her attention.
“Arthur really likes flowers.”
That gets her attention. [name] immediately whips her pixie-sized head towards her with a tiny ‘ooh?’ Just the mere mention of his name makes her tummy flutter and giddy.
“You’re a real sucker for him ain’t ya?” Mary coos and giggles, nudging her small arm.
[name] shyly shrugs, “H—He’s nice m’kay? I can’t help it, I like nice guys..”
“To you,” She continues, “To you, he’s nice. To others he’s an absolute.. menace.”
“I’m thinking.. He has a real soft spot for ya,” She winks.
[name] could only scoff, “We’ve only met once, ‘Bethy.”
“He’s a real sucker for them frills and bows. He sees a pretty girl like you and he’s all lamb-like. Stumbly on the legs and stuttery on the mouth.” Mary teases, “And your one pretty girl, [name].”
“You think I’m pretty?” [name] sweetly swoons at her words.
“Darling, you’re quite literally the cutest girl i’ve ever met!”
“Marryyy…” [name] softly whines at her constant fawning, “You’re very pretty too, y’know.”
“Huuush,” Mary-Beth giggles and smooches her cheek. Sweet girls.
Suddenly, that cheeky little grin comes crawling onto her face. [name] tilts her head, weary and meek. She’s up to something.
“..Wh..what?”
“Your boyfriend’s behind you.”
“Boyfriend??? Now, what in the world are you—” [name] suddenly becomes quiet as she turns her head around and makes eye contact with Arthur. He gives a shy smile to both of the ladies, a sheepish expression on his face.
“I’ll leave you two be~” Mary-Beth stands up and cheekily skips away.
Silence surrounded the two.
“Hi, Arthur.” It was like looking at two teenagers in a puppy love.
“Hello, [name].”
Her heart speeds up. She shyly looks down at the ground, unsure of what to say. Despite this being their second time interacting, she can’t help the meekness flooding in her system.
“I’m startin’ to wonder if yer clothes are strictly pink-only.” He gestures to her short little dress.
She giggles softly, “I do have a few non-pink clothing y’know.” [name] is comfortable enough to peer at him through those damn wispy lashes. Puckered lips, cherubic-like cheeks, and those puppy eyes.
“I wouldn’t believe that,” He lets out a bent arm towards her for her to take gently and stand up. [name] does so, standing to her full height with her pixie-like hands holding onto his arm like an elderly couple.
“Mind a stroll?” He asks with a gentle, soft tone.
“I wouldn’t mind at all,” She pipes up.
And there they went off.
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[name] was getting ready.
This time, she wasn’t there to visit Mary-Beth. She was here to visit Arthur.
More so because of his request of her to come back soon. If she were to be a puppy, her tail would be wagging as quickly as the speed of light. She was giddy at his request.
This was… the umpteenth time they’ve interacted with each other. Quite literally, everyone knew they’d get together sooner or later.
She adorns a white, cotton-like ruffled dress with a simple heart shaped necklace. On her head, she wore a pretty little bonnet.
As she approaches the location, she can’t help the sweet smile on her face as she sees Arthur coming towards her direction again. His hair was simple— a bit neater than before and his usual black vest outfit, with no grime or dirt anywhere.
“Hi,” She waves giddily.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He allows her tiny hands to come and place themselves near his bicep. He bends his elbow a bit near his figure to allow her come closer to his stature. He makes a mental note to be more careful around her. The bonnet on her head catches his attention.
He murmurs a soft ‘cute..’ underneath his breath, as he leads her away to take a little stroll around a pretty little meadow.
“How was your day, hm?” He asks.
“Good,” She shyly replies, “Daddy’s doing okay now. He’s not as sick as he was a week ago.” His heart softens.
“Ah. That’s good.”
“How about you? How was your day?” She asks with a glimmer in her eyes.
“Decent at best.” He replies with a slight grunt, gently pushing her away from a small puddle he can see that’s formed on the ground. Doesn’t want her shoes to get messed up from the dew-dropped floor. He’s genuinely thinking of just picking her up.
“How’s yer ma and yer pa doing?”
“Good and good,” She happily smiles, very happy that he’s asking about her family. Her doe eyes light up at a pretty pink wild flower, a smirk etched on Arthur’s face as he sees that cute little expression of hers.
A soft ‘huh.’ escapes his lips, he stops suddenly. Arthur’s blue eyes sizes her up and down, only realising just now—“You’re not wearing pink.”
[name] looks up at him, itty-bitty smile, “Told you I don’t have just pink coloured clothing.”
He snorts at her answer, “Damn brat, you are.”
“Your brat.”
“Yeah. My brat.”
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chapst1ckmcdyke · 1 year
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So ive had this saved in my drafts for a while now- but theres a point id like to make about butch/femme identity and expression and think this is ready despite the crap i might catch for it
On my days off and when i go out for fun, lots of times i look like this vvv
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And other times, especially because im a blue collar dyke, i look like this vvv
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The thing that both these photos have in common is that, regardless of how i may appear, i am a femme lesbian. I am not magically butch at work just because i have to wear jeans and work boots for safety. On the clock I am often mistaken for a man and harassed for using the women’s bathroom, people call me sir and damn near keel over trying to correct themselves. I understand that people will look at me as masculine because im in a mans trade.
And yet im still a femme!
You know why? Because being femme is not about how i dress or how long my hair is or the job i work or the body im in, but who i am, how i love, and how i want to be loved back. Its my reclamation of my gender and sexuality and romantic life.
Theres this idea that femme lesbians are “the girl” lesbians and butches are “the boy” lesbians. Femmes are stereotyped as straight passing hyper feminine (and often times cis) girls. But if youve ever met a femme thats not always (in my experience- USUALLY) the case. We often are nonbinary (hi! Also me!) and/or gender nonconforming even in our femininity- taking the things that cishet society hates the most in women (ie body hair/body fat/masculine jobs/deep booming voices- etc) and owning those characteristics in ways that make us feel free and most like femmes 💕
I personally feel most comfortable being feminine off the clock and covering myself in glitter and being a tacky fat furry muppet because its how i feel best recognized by the butches i adore so much! But i get to reclaim womanhood or whatever adjacent, gender-fucked, lesbiany, thing ive got going on, and that doesn’t change when i wear jeans and work boots.
Femmes get to be whatever the hell we want- being broad shouldered and deep voiced and fat and furry and in a trade are not traits that magically make me incapable of being femme- and im over this whole ordeal where y’all assign butches and femmes as either “the boy” or “the girl” of the relationship and expect us to be exclusively feminine or masculine and never cross or mix- just recreating useless gender roles that we have zero reason to uphold.
(And this goes the absolute same for butches/studs who express feminine traits and DOUBLE for trans butches/studs/femmes)
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miguel with a hyperfem gf !!! the complete opposite of him, sweet, social, and not mention smaller.
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SWEET AND SOUR!┊synopsis: the spider society discovers miguel’s sweet little secret
miguel o'hara x hyper!fem gf
none of the spidersociety members could ever in their wildest dreams have guessed that a small, sweet, social butterfly dressed in all pink was the one keeping miguel in line.
gwen, miles, hobie and patvir had all been suspicous of miguel's change in behaviour over the last couple of months. he had started saying please and thank you, rather than just ordering and demanding, his usual glaring and intimidation techniques had dissapeared, and he had actually been caught attempting to smile a few times, the corners of his lips turning up just slightly.
the group had been curious of the cause of miguel's behaviour, was he ill? was he a clone? not even lila knew the answer.
until one day, when hobie overheard a conversation in miguel's office.
"You're so pretty," now hobie wasn't one for eavesdropping, usually nonchalant and uncaring of workplace dramas. however, hobie was caught off guard by the familiar voice of miguel sounding so.. gentle and, loving. rather than his usual gruff, one worded responses.
"So soft, honey."
hobie heard a feminine laugh, no a giggle, from miguel's office.
did miguel have a girl in his office??
did miguel have a life outside of the spider-society??
hobie quickly ushered over gwen, who had seen his odd behaviour and become curious. patvir, miles, and peter quickly joined the group.
hobie carefully peeked his face through the doors, in an attempt to catch a glance at the mystery woman and the miguel imposter.
however, hobie didnt have the change to snoop becuase he was quickly smothered in a hug, arms wrapping around his waist and a comforting, vanilla scent entering his system.
"oh my gosh you must be miggy's friends! i'm y/n!" you pulled away from the hug, pinching him on the cheek in almost a motherly manner.
"would you and you're friends over there like some empanadas? i cooked them myself!" you sing-songed, urging for the rest of the group to enter the room.
"they're my empanadas, i share with you, thats enough," miguel mumbled under his breath in an almost childlike manner.
the group all looked to miguel, their leader, for permission to enter his office. and when you noticed, you quickly scoffed and ushered the group inside.
"oh c'mon, he's tall and all but he's really a big sweetheart, don'tchu worry,"
miguel simply grumbled in response, a blush marring his face.
the group could only stare in shock, was miguel.. blushing.
clearing his throat, miguel quickly grasped control of his emotions, you never failed to make him flustered.
"this is my wife, Y/N."
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I really like reading Ed's story as a trans narrative. I know there's a great posible read of the slide into the Kraken era as a detransitioning narrative, but personally I prefer interpreting it as a forced return to being extremely careful about passing.
I love to read Ed as a trans man because it's so fucking juicy, and because the urge to lean hard into hyper-masculinity is such a common one among trans guys. You feel like you have to be the perfect man in order to be seen as a "real" man, and I see this so strongly in Ed. I mean, he named himself after his beard!
And then there's Stede, and he's a guy with an undeniably more feminine affect to how he presents himself. We know Ed doesn't just like softer things because he wants to fit in with Stede, he wishes he was the kind of person that got to have it. It reminds me of being younger, before I could pass, and wishing I could wear a skirt and be seen as a man in a skirt. And Stede helps Ed feel like he's safe to explore his gender presentation a bit - he puts flowers in his hair and little bows in his beard, dressing up his masculinity with a bit of femininity.
When Ed comes back to the ship after Stede abandons him, having a safe space to explore his gender expression seems like it brought him a lot of comfort. He writes song lyrics, wears a soft pink robe, and paints his nails with glittery pink polish. And, yes, none of these things are inherently gendered, of course, but they're not things that you get to have when you're trying to live up to some ideal of hyper-masculinity.
Through this lens, what Izzy tells Ed in s1e10 isn't just, like, really mean and homophobic, it also feels like all those transphobes who tell you they won't respect your gender unless you pass to their standards. "Namby-pamby in a silk gown" hits harder because it feels like Izzy is digging into Ed's femininity. It feels like he's telling Ed that he's not a real man unless he performs masculinity to Izzy's standard, and if Ed dares to be a feminine trans man, he's not safe.
Ed's slide into the Kraken era feels to me like a return to him focusing on passing perfectly as the ideal man, because sometimes when you're a trans guy you feel a lot safer when you feel like you're taking away all the ammunition anyone could possibly use to question if you're really your gender. He paints on a beard, which just screams beard dysphoria - I imagine Ed's gender dysphoria in that regard got a lot worse after Izzy yelled at him.
(One of my favorite little things about this read? Ed only wears full-fingered gloves until the start of s2, when we see him wearing fingerless gloves again, and I like to think that's so he could hide his painted nails.)
When Ed's at his absolute lowest, he gives himself one last indulgence, looking at the cake toppers and imagining a happy life with the man he loves. And he's painted his to look like himself, a bearded brown man in a dress. Fuck if that's not just the fantasy for a lot of trans guys who like to wear more feminine clothing, being able to be a man in a dress without being seen as any less of a 'real man' for it.
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what is androgyny? how do i be more androgynous?
we get this question a lot- a lot of people are curious about what being androgynous means, and what it means to present androgynously. some people believe they want to be more androgynous, but struggle with how to integrate that into their comfort zone. here are some tips and some information on what androgyny is, and how to accomplish it, from an intersex androgyne.
what is androgyny?
androgyny is a state where one's gendered behaviors, presentation, roles, and so on, feature both masculine and feminine elements at the same time. androgyny is not to be confused with total gender neutrality, or genderlessness- androgyny is often times very pointedly "both male and female", and this is the distinction between the two presentation styles and identities.
how can i be/look/present androgynous?
figure out which elements of masculinity and femininity call to you, especially, if you think androgyny, and not gender neutrality is right for you. if you like feminine clothing like skirts and 'women's' shoes, you don't have to forego wearing them just because you prefer to wear men's everything else. the point of being androgynous is to pointedly wear very feminine + masculine things at the same time.
facial + body hair with women's clothing are a wonderful combo, don't be afraid to wear bulky men's jackets, blue collar working clothes, thick flannels, and other hyper masculine clothing with tights, skirts, short shorts, body suits, leggings- creativity is the name of the game. there is no one way to be androgynous, the only goal is to combine masculinity and femininity at once. if you are seeking to gain a completely genderless appearance, you are looking for gender neutrality, not androgyny.
not all men and women dress the same, by the way, so you may just want to take the time to search and look at different men and women's clothing to see if there are different styles that appeal to you. if you are alternative, look into alternative clothing for both men and women, if you are into high fashion, combine elements from both men's and women's outfits- bulky masculine jewelry can change a look drastically, or, delicate feminine necklaces and earrings can make a statement.
have fun with the way you wear your hair. you can do literally whatever you want- try men's and women's hair cuts of all types. you will have a few you hate, but it's worth trying. if you really find that you hate shopping for shoes, you may just be shopping in the wrong gender's section. same goes for any other garment. you may naturally just find yourself wanting to combine mens and women's clothing- let yourself do that. don't feel like you "have" to dress any type of way- literally be free. break the binary in your head that outfits have to be 100% male OR female, masc OR fem
play with combining masculine and feminine names, terms, pronouns, roles, and so on. be a guy who's a wife. be a girl who's a husband, be a male girlfriend, a female boyfriend, a male mother, a female father, etc. combine gendered pronouns and use he/she or she/he together. call yourself both a boy and a girl in the same sentence. break the binary in your head that a person can only use 1 set of gendered terms at once!
drag is absolutely an option here and encouraged- please play around with drag looks. experiment with gender and go nuts with it- be over the top masculine one day and over the top femme the next. wear extremely garish, campy, ridiculous looks that highlight the enjoyable parts of your gendered presentation and have fun with it. don't be afraid of drag, drag loves androgynous ppl
what if xyz men's/women's articles of clothing, being referred to by male/female pronouns/names/etc., being seen as a man/woman make me dysphoric?
androgyny may not be for you- if you are very strongly dysphoric, and struggle with being called by the "opposite" gender's pronouns, names, etc. and struggle with wearing strongly gendered men's or women's clothing, androgyny is not for you. it's totally okay if you need to avoid things that make you dysphoric, just know that in being androgynous, you are adopting both 'male' (andro) and 'female' (gyn-) appearances, roles, presentation, and so on.
can being more androgynous help me with dysphoria?
androgyny can also help you cope with dysphoria, however, if you are in a stage of your transition where you are capable of being okay with being misgendered in a sardonic way, or are okay with seeing your agab as a separate identity, or a part of you, without invalidating your current gender. many trans people do in fact identify as both, or as a "guy who was a girl" or a "girl who was a guy," etc. it's okay if you want to play with both genders once you've lived as both for a while. it's fun. it's cool. it's sexy
how do you find out if you are androgynous/if androgyny fits you? does every androgynous person choose to be androgynous?
every person's journey is different. some of us are born like this- i am intersex and am naturally very androgynous. my body is very much 50/50 "male and female," so to speak. nature did not cleanly put me in one box or the other, i fell right between. so for me, adopting androgyny was a way of coping and healing and being myself- i did choose the labels, but i didn't choose my identity, if that makes sense. i've always been a genderfucker, personally, and i've always loved being "both", a "boygirl" a, a "he-she", a dyke AND a faggot, and so on. just be mindful that intersex people don't choose our traits, so many of us are just born like this and want to be ourselves. perisex people who choose to become androgynous are just as cool and important
if you like being a boygirl, a girlboy, a boy and a girl, a girl who's a boy and a boy who's a girl, whatever the case, you very well could be an androgynous person. the sky is the limit, but just remember that there are some basics. if you are avoiding gendered presentation, androgyny isn't right for you. but if you love combining male and female aspects of gender and being a "both", it could be right for you. good luck, take care.
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Picture this exact scene: (John Wick x reader, reader is described to have a specific aesthetic, vibe and look, size and predator kink mentioned, brat taming mentioned, nsfw?, written in a moment of inspiration so not proof-read).
John.
Your handsome, scary, tall and big John.
Your boyfriend, older boyfriend.
And You: a young, maybe a bit too crazy hit-woman who entered the business a few years ago. (Giving off a non-cringy Harley Quinn vibe, if you get what I mean)
Winston loves you, he treats you like a daughter. He thinks you are beautiful, and deadly.
They call you…Poison.
Sweet little thing, you are: short, petite. You always dress in hyper feminine, yet seductive clothes. Like this:
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You are cocky, flirty, scandalous almost. You talk back, you are strong and deadly. You love yourself, your skills, your power.
You’re such a brat.
But when you are alone with The Boogeyman? You’re such a good girl. He makes you weak on your knees, how could he not? Look at him!
He’s mean: biting, spitting, spanking. He adores you, his princess. He’s going to make you his wife soon. He loves how you take him, how you obey, how you like to be tied up and just…used for his pleasure.
But.
But.
One day, something changes: you decide you want to step the line. You want to have fun, to see how far your Babayaga could go.
And so, the dynamic changes into…well, this:
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“Sweetheart, why am I tied up?”
He asks, his russian accent evident. His tone of voice seems calm and collected, as if he knows he’s not in a dangerous situation.
You, by the other end, just giggle. You had gotten all dolled up for him: a tight cocktail dress hugged your body, paired with black stockings and heels. A nice red fur-coat left was on a chair, with your vintage Moschino heart shaped bag that John had gifted you on your birthday.
You bite your red tinted lips as you walk closer.
“You look beautiful, babygirl”
The hit-man compliments you, his chocolate brown eyes scanning your delicious body.
He was like a wolf, ready to chase and devour his rabbit.
“Thank you, daddy!” You exclaim, twirling for him. God, you were a dream coming true. A lustful dream.
“You still haven’t answered my question, doll”
“I wanted to have some fun”
“Some fun?” He lifts his brow up. “We have a lot of fun together already, don’t you think baby?”
Only then you sit on his lap, his big muscular thighs were feeling tense. He wasn’t used to something like this.
“You are the one who has all the fun, can I have some fun too?” You faked an innocent tone: John was always the dom in your relationship. You loved it, obviously, you just wanted to piss him off. You adored when he tried to tame you.
“Are you scared you might like being the submissive one, will it hurt your ego?” You obviously tease him, and only then you feel a hand wrapped around your throat.
He has little patience.
It happened in a matter of nanoseconds, literally. How the fuck is he able to do that?
He had freed himself from the knot that had him tied up to the chair since you entered the room.
“Babygirl…”
Oh, shit.
Shit.
You’re screwed.
He sounds angry, his rich baritone making you shiver.
“You really think you can play with me? Tying me to a chair like I’m some kind of rookie?”
A cruel laugh, his lips brushing against your ear.
“Start running, babygirl. You are going to fucking regret what you did tonight”.
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fillinforlater · 1 year
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can i request for smut bomi?
missionary, tits play
Phone: Return of the Angel +2
Male Reader x Yoon Bomi, Kim Minju x Yeh Shuhua
Length: 1730 words
Tags: kinda an orgy, missionary, tits play, tits sucking, cumming on tits, light bondage, loser/winner as dom/sub dynamic, thigh worship, needy, loud moans, pussy eating, thighs as ear muffs, smothering thighs and tits, everyone = horny
TW: very stupid also UNEDITED QUICKIE
Inspiration: dude, this anon waited over a year (23rd January of 2022 till now lmao). I hope it was at least somewhat worth the wait. Bomi is not only a talented and hilarious idol, she also got a killer body ffs. Thanks for the GIFs @friskyriskywhisky
(A/N: HAPPY MINJU DAY! (Ey, this is technically a Minju fic? There is angel in the title.) Ofc I got a fic that at least features our beautiful Minmin, but also show love to Bomi and Shuhua for they are HOT.)
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“Actually, I forgot the punishment. I’ll go to the bathroom and clean up, maybe I have a punishment idea till then.”
Shuhua leaves you baffled and quickly walks out of the room. Her cum covered thighs and ass sway with every step. It’s like she is dancing while searching for your bathroom.
“On the left!” you shout. Shuhua disappears around the corner and you hear her lock the bathroom. You return and see a wet, naked Minju, clearly distraught that she lost the competition. Before she can jump you, you walk towards the kitchen, out of her sight. Maybe this will prevent her from acting on her hyper-horniness. Suddenly, the doorbell rings.
“Oh, fuck,” you curse out and quickly reach for something to put on. Shuhua is in the bathroom so a bathing robe or towel is not an option. Some sweat pants and a jacket will have to do. The doorbell rings again. You look insanely stupid when you open the door.
“Hello? Who is this?”
“Oh, hello,” the person responds in a feminine voice, “are you the guy from—”
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"The app?” you interrupt her with a cheeky grin, before scanning her body. She wears a large overcoat that looks like one from the 1920s. Something about her mature look and overall allure makes your fantasy go wild. Hopefully she really is here for this one thing.
“From the flip phone?” she adds and wiggles her eyebrows. You nod and grab the top of her jacket. When you pull her in she almost stumbles over her own feet. You must have caught her by surprise there. 
“Sorry, didn’t want you to get cold,” you try to explain yourself, but her lips are already on yours. They are smooth and moist, you can feel her lip stick stick to you. She wiggles her shoulders and her jacket comes loose. The tight white dress below looks way better anyways. Although this woman might be a stranger, she is leaning into the kiss with all her passion and her sizable breasts crash into your chest like airbags of pleasure. 
“I’m not cold at all,” she huffs in a sultry tone and begins to undress you too, “but thanks for being such a gentleman.”
“Before we continue this,” you respond and wrap an arm around her small waist, “at least tell me your name.”
“I’m Bomi, but please, just call me Noona.”
You smile. Your heartbeat increases after hearing her needy, yet imposing words. Wordlessly, you guide her to the living room as she pulls off each piece of your clothing. The couch still looks like a mess, and Minju sits on it with a grumpy, annoyed, yet cute expression. These glasses are something else. 
“I’m sorry,” you say, scraping the back of your head,”but I have other people over. You know, for the same reason as you.”
“I know her,” Bomi giggles in her most sultry tone,”Who could forget Angel? I think she is the one who caused this mess?”
“Yeah. She brought a friend and things went overboard.”
“I see.”
Bomi spins you around and your already stiff rod presses against her dress. She urges you to push her into the cushions, into the dirty juices. You oblige and land on top of her. The two of you giggle and Bomi pins you with her gaze. She has this ability to entice you with just her eyes, so her body might actually give you an untapped boost of desire. 
A wink and she tugs down her dress. Two massive melons jump free from the tight enclosure. Their dark pink bipples are stiff and urge you to latch your lips onto them. But first, you have to give them a good squeeze, feel the softness on your fingers. It’s unlike Minju’s or Shuhua’s thighs, but they are just as arousing. 
“Noona, fuck,” you groan and lean down to her bosom, eyes still fixed on hers.
“Suck them,” she responds, a hand in your hair,”but please, fuck me already.”
Bomi pulls aside the silk that blocks off her entrance. It’s wet and inviting, so you slip right into it. The woman below you writhes and moans loudly, as if to free herself of all the stress and tension from everyday life. You gladly help her to achieve this goal. You suck harshly, you pistion hard, you give her your all. 
The contortions of joy and pleasure on Bomi’s face are great, but your ass gets attracted to a different sight. Minju sits at the other end of the couch and thrusts her three of her fingers into her tight cunt. She looks very envious of Bomi and—whether willingly or unwillingly—tries to seduce you with her wide hips and squelching pussy. Luckily, someone puts an end to this.
“Yah, Minju!” a nude Shuhua shouts from the doorframe,”You lost the game! No orgasm for you!”
She walks over to Minju and forces the Angel’s arms behind her back. With a belt that you recognize as yours, Shuhua ties Minju up and leaves her standing, with needy eyes and shaky legs. You want to watch this story unfold, but Bomi forces your drooling mouth back to her nipples. Apologetically, you continue to suck on them.
“Focus, boy,” she moans,”you’re so good at this. Give me all of your cock.”
You spread Bomi’s legs a bit further apart to pound her faster, which evokes her to throw her head back into a puddle of your cum. The gooey mass sticks to her hair, but she doesn’t give a shit and pushes her pelvis up into yours. You switch up your rhythm and to the other nipple, all to give Bomi the best experience. 
In the meantime, Shuhua has fun teasing Minju. 
“Ah, it’s so fun to know I won. I made him cum and you didn’t. That’s although your thighs are so round and big.”
Shuhua puts two fingers at Minju’s mouth and fishes out her tongue. With her other hand, she caresses Minju’s body, her breasts, her waist, her thighs. When Minju starts to drool, Shuhua collects the saliva in the palm of her hand and slaps it onto Minju’s pussy. It’s a mesmerizing game, and Minju’s whiny, needy moans show that she loves and hates it.
You put your thumbs on Bomi’s nipples and rub up and down like on a control stick. Your lips place kisses on other spots of her tits, while you find the right spot to pound her into oblivious bliss. The way her muscles flex, both on her face and in her pink cavern tells you that she is close to an orgasm. A few more thrusts and she—
“Yes! Oh my God, hng!”
Unbothered by her shacking Unnie, Shuhua sits down on the couch and tells Minju, who kneels in between her spread legs, the punishment of the game:
“You have to kiss and lick my thighs, every single spot, until I’m satisfied. Oh, and don’t forget to cover them in praise.”
Minju gets to work and so do your balls. With Bomi’s orgasm subsiding, your own is impending. You continue to jolt your hips forward, but you remember that not everyone might enjoy you cumming inside them without asking. You stop your licks on Bomi’s tits and ask:
“Noona, I’m close. Where can I—”
“Not inside,” she gasps,” on my boobs, cum on my boobs.”
You chuckle at her words of choice. Words won’t form, as her suffocating pussy leaves you breathless. Pull out and position yourself over her round chest. While you jerk your mind to numbness, your eyes pick up how Minju drags her tongue up Shuhua’s trembling underthigh. The victorious girl coos and giggles. 
“Hm, who has the best thighs?”
“Miss Shuhua has,” Minju pouts on the smooth skin.
“True. Now kiss them. Good girl—or should I say, good loser?”
You stare at them for a second longer, before realizing that Bomi still awaits your cum on her tits. As if to say ‘my bad’, you tighten the grip and a couple of strokes later, you unload on Bomi’s round melons. She gasps in surprise of the hot stuff covering her even hotter skin.
The two of you say nothing, both chest heaving after this exercise and superb stimulation. Shuhua’s chest heaves as well, but her stimulation is still ongoing. Minju goes from smothering one massive thigh with kisses to the other, hands still tied behind her back. Shuhua has both hands in her own locks. She gets off from a simple tongue on her meaty thighs, but you are certain that she would enjoy it—
Before your thought can manifest itself, Shuhua already takes action. She locks Minju’s head in a tight grip of her round, trunky tree trunks of thighs. The poor girl was just about to pass back from one gigantic thigh to the other, when Shuhua starts to suffocate her in a glistening slit. 
“Yes, eat me! Your tongue is so good!” Shuhua screams manically and throws her head back. She misses the view of a pussy-drunken Minju, who licks and sucks and devours Shuhua’s entrance as if her life depends on it. In the case of this horny angel, you’re fifty-fifty on if she perhaps needs some form of sexual activity to not die. Maybe she is just horny, maybe she needs the bodily fluids of others to survive. Either way, her esophagus will inevitably be flooded.
“Oh fuck, Angel, I—”
Shuhua’s consistent moans and screams get cut short right before her climax. Bomi has risen from her post-orgasmic state of limbness and now presses both her cum covered tits into Shuhua’s face. Bomi looks mildly annoyed, and you can’t really blame her. 
“You may cum,” Bomi whispers in a threatening tone, “but do it quietly, while you clean my tits. You’re not some winner, just a horny bimbo with massive legs.”
Rub your eyes, then continue to gawk. Shuhua convulses and her pussy sprays messily, like a broken water hose. Minju gets drowned in the clear nectar and laps it up with dazed eyes, like it’s liquor making her drunk. Bomi squeezes her breasts from both sides and spreads your spunk on Shuhua’s face, like it’s the canvas for a postmodern art project. 
With every female person in this house insane, you’re the only bastion of sanity left. And you’re hard. Screw sanity.
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mypimpademia · 7 months
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So idk if you write for Kiri, but you know how kirishima is kinda like a total boys boy? Like a gym bro, kinda hyper masc? Well do you think you can write him with a hyper fem/hello kitty kinda girl? Like he always thought that he would be with kinda a gym girl, or someone more his speed with that kind of stuff, but instead he falls in love with a girl who always is wearing pink and something hello kitty themed? And how once he tells the bakugo buddy bunch about his crush on her they totally bully him for it (lovingly ofc)
Or maybe denki? I love both the silly boys bc iykwim they jus so adorable!
Like denki has a type, and [insert reader name] did not meet the standards of that, but little sparky boy did not think he would fall in love with her so quicky, especially because she's jus so feminine, and not necessarily that it's bad, he is just so confused on why they feel the need to dress like that. He's not opposed to trying new things or matching outfits tho.....
GAGAHSJRD SORRY I WROTE ALOT THERE ANTWYAS LOVE YOUR STUFF YOUR AMAZINGGGGGGGGGGG XX THANK YOU YOU DONT HAVE TO UF YOU DONT WANNA SHDJFJF
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Kirishima x Hyperfem! Fem!Reader
TW: Swearing
Note: YOURE PERFECTLY FINE, I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE GO INTO DETAIL WITH REQUESTS🫶🏾 TYSM FOR SUPPORTING I HOPE YOU ENJOY LOVELY💖💖
— KIRISHIMA
⇶ Eijiro himself was confused when he developed feelings for you
⇶ He would never tell you this now, or probably ever, but you were nothing like the type of girl he imagined himself with
⇶ He always thought he’d date a girl that was similar to him interest wise, athletic, very fitness focused, into stuff like protein shakes
⇶ Not to say that it was bad that you weren’t like that, but it just wasn’t expected
⇶ Even the Bakusquad was perplexed when he revealed that he had a crush on you
“No fucking way.”
Eijiro waved off Denki’s response, slumping into the sofa with a sigh.
“Hey, don’t be an asshole! What’s wrong with Y/n? She’s cool and pretty!” Mina defended, shoving Denki by his shoulder.
He groaned dramatically, jokingly rubbing his arm in the spot she made contact with.
“I don’t mean it like that,” he explained. “She’s just the complete opposite of what Eiji always said he was lookin’ for in a girl.”
“No fuckin’ kidding, have you seen the girls room? It’s like she set off a pink paint bomb in there,” Bakugo chimed in.
“I like it!” Mina exclaimed.
“Yeah, I wonder why,” Bakugo muttered, earning a pillow to the face from Mina in response.
“I dunno, I kinda like it. It’s cute, and it’s actually a really nice contrast to me and my usual type,” Eijiro said.
“Yeah, you guys would look good together,” Denki, urged. “Honestly, I was gonna go for her, but I’ll let you have her!”
Eijiro rolled his eyes at the cocky remark from his friend.
“Let him? It’s that Denki for ‘I couldn’t pull her if I tried?’ Or?” Mina teased.
“Hey, what happened to ‘don’t be an asshole,’?”
⇶ When you do eventually get together, Eijiro comes to love your hyperfeminine all pink aesthetic
⇶ At first, the constant stares of all your stuffed animals would scare him when he slept over, and he had more nightmares of them attacking him than he’d like to admit
⇶ But now, your room is his favorite place to sleep, especially after a good workout and shower
⇶ Loves seeing you all dolled up whenever you go out anywhere
⇶ Sending him daily fit pics is a REQUIREMENT.
⇶ Calls you his doll all the time because that’s what you remind him of when you’re all dressed up in some frilly outfit and covered in pink from head to toe
⇶ Doesn’t understand the obsession with Sanrio and Hello Kitty and why you incorporate it into all your outfits, but he loves guessing the names of whatever character(s) you have on your clothes that day and gets so happy when he guesses right
⇶ And even though he doesn’t understand, he still buys you anything Sanrio that he sees in the store because he knows you’ll like it
⇶ If you make him watch Hello Kitty and Friends with you though, Eijiro will quickly learn to love it and know all the characters names by heart
⇶ Gets you both sleep masks of your favorite characters as well as matching pajamas
⇶ Eijiro might just love your cutesy aesthetic more than you, even though it’s not exactly what he gravitates towards for himself
⇶ Although you weren’t necessarily the type of person he expected to fall for, he could never imagine himself with anyone else <3
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