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jonwolfbang-blog · 1 year
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I feel like the uwu soft boi-ification of transmascs make people sanitize us a lot, so they get squicked out when we actually transition medically. So this a positivity post specifically for the "gross" side effects of T, for the hairiness and the receding hairlines and the bottom growth and the male pattern baldness. They're hot and gender-affirming and the fact that HRT can make those achievable for is next to miraculous.
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keferon · 2 months
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I’ve been thinking about the fact that Drift and Deadlock are actually the same person
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kenchann · 10 months
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gear upgrade! 🤖 also theyre 2nd years now
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king-wille · 14 days
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Spider realising the patriarchy harms men too is what I live for
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ventresses · 3 months
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Star Wars: The Clone Wars (13/?)
Star Wars + Text Posts & Headlines
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rosedom · 2 months
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P-p-pussy drunk reader and wrio. Man's squeezing his thighs and reader just keeps licking!!!
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"an unnamed player has invited WRIOTHESLEY to play . . . you are destined to drown
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✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!gn!reader, sub!ftm!wriothesley, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms that leads to overstimulation, creaming & squirting, pleading + praise .
A/N : i am such a sucker (pun-intended) for wriothesley . . . o(* ̄▽ ̄*)ブ
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
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Wriothesley is a strong, strong man: this, you know well. 
You also know that Wriothesley is not a man to mess with. The muscles—thick and sinewy, those of his one arm bulging with the effort to reach down, to wrap his fingers into your hair, the other with its veins prominent as he clutches desperately to the pillow beneath his head—are not for show, simple as it. 
The easy strength his body holds makes it all the more sweeter, then, for him to relinquish all control. He gives himself up readily, for you, writhing beneath you as easy as he breathes, in, out, in, outttttt, a puppy-like, gruff n’ whining, “Pleaseeeeee—”
At least, that's what you think he’s crying about. Like this, snug between his large thighs, your ears are well and out of commission. You lean back, trying to parse out each drawn out syllable, and he lets you go, quick, pulling you away, even. 
Face-to-face, Wriothesley is a mess. All that strength, melted away, sunken to the blankets beneath him—it’s riveting, truly. A man so strong, so dominant in every other aspect of his life—here, beneath you. 
Beneath lil’ old you. Hah. It’s a little bit funny how the tables have turned; but, more than that, it’s simply endearing. You’re taken in every aspect by this man.
For all that he submits to you, your heart, your mind, your very being—it all belongs squarely to Wriothesley. He’s got you wrapped around his pinkie. Big man, big hand, big pinkie—all of that, all belongs to you. 
Soon enough, however—and was it even a second passed, all of your love for him drawn up in one tiny millisecond, too quick to have even really passed at all?—, you’re brought back to the present, thanks to something wet splattering across your chin. 
“Oh, baby,” you murmur, collecting the slickness on your fingers and pressing it into your own mouth, catching it on your lips and licking at it with your tongue. He tastes— “delicious.” 
His slick, his cunt itself: both absolutely delicious. But his cunt is a resolute mess. It’s puffy n’ a ruddy-red, slick and shimmering in the light. Thick white—his own creaming—dribbles from his hole, blushed n’ flushed and so fucking beautiful. 
You run your fingers along his taint, catching the errant streaks of opaque white you failed to lick up, collecting the thin and transparent liquid that didn't quite reach your face at the end. 
(Wriothesley isn’t just a creamer, it seems.)
All the while, his fingers curl tight in your hair as he weakly pulls and pushes, caught between wanting your tongue back on him and wanting it gone. 
Then, finally, a rather meak, “A-are you—are you done yet?” His voice is shot to shreds, deep but scratchy, entirely broken.
Too bad you're not done yet. You just found out Wriothesley is a squirter, for Chrissake ! Especially when he tastes so perfect—so heady on your tongue, first from creaming and now from squirting—, the mix of thick and thin cum making saliva pool in your mouth. 
His cunt is so pretty, covered in the sheen of his cum; you think, then, it’ll be prettier still with your saliva added into the mix. 
“You can give me one more, can’t’cha, Wrio?” You squeeze at his legs, your hands slippery, sliding through the slick that covers his inner thighs.
He whines. “I—I can’t.” 
“Yes, you can. Do it for me?” (I forgot to mention that you've got him wrapped around your pinkie, too. 
Whoops.)
“You can,” you repeat, beginning to dip down your head. His grip on you, however, loosens; he’s letting you do as you please.
He tastes, more or less, the same; but, now, he’s hotter and warmer on your tongue, the scant space between his thighs surrounding you wholly. His cock—a large, chubby lil’ thing, obscenely engorged and twitching like mad in your mouth—is oversensitive, but you focus all your attention on it. 
“Oh!” he yells, loud enough for you to hear even through his thighs. You smear your grin against where he needs it most—where he’s most pliant and soft for you—, lick-licking away and getting fill after fill after fill of Wriothesley.
Wriothesley, all encompassing. It is a wondrous sensation that impedes on every one of your senses in the best way possible.
Sight: wholly beautiful, with rogue painting his cheeks and thick tear tracks running down the canvas of red. 
Hearing: a breathtaking chorus of moans n’ moans and whines n’ whimpers. He may be muffling his sounds—shoving a sinewy hand into his mouth, gnawing at the scarred knuckles—, but his thighs aren't soundproof, and you’re loathe to miss out on the beauty that spills from his lips.
Smell: simply musk, heady around you and filling your nose with what is entirely Wriothesley. It is intoxicating: a wine straight from Mond, right between a Fontaine man’s legs.
Touch: him, him, him. You’re touching his thighs to hold him still and open, and you feel him against your face, your chin, your mouth and tongue all at once.
Taste: Wriothesley, Wriothesley, Wriothesley. His cunt, his cock, his fucking ass—it’s so wholly Wriothesley that you're locked right here, lickin’ n’ suckin’ and all things sugar n’ spice. You never want to leave.
(Besides, with that vision sitting strapped to you, you can’t truly drown. This is perhaps the best blessing of the Vision.)
“Too much, ‘s too—” Wriothesley's words flow in your ears all choppedly, all bunched and fucked up. Yet you keep licking, collecting all the slick on your tongue and swallowing it down and bringing him closer and closer to the next peak.
When you speak next, you speak it against his cock. You say, “You taste so perfect, such a perfect cunt for me. Won’t you cum? Mm—” obscene slurps interrupt your words, “won’t you cum again, baby? Cum all over my tongue like a good boy? Make me all messy?”  The movement of your lips, the vibrations sent from your throat—it all drives Wriothesley further mad with pleasure, hips bucking against your grip; yet, not once, does he manage to kick off your grip. He very well could, but he doesn’t. 
He deserves to cum for that, doesn’t he? And cum he does, thighs locking tight around your head, fingers bunching up locks of your hair in his hard grip. The cry ripped from his throat reaches through your muffled hearing, but you do not lean back.
You lick, and lick, and lick, lick him right through his orgasm until he starts shivering, until he begs, “No more, no more, please, ‘s too much,” and other illegible nothings, until he finally lets go and squirts into your mouth. 
You lean back, finally satisfied. You kiss away the leaking slick and creamy-cum combined, crawling up his body to kiss him. He reciprocates eagerly but tiredly, softly moaning at the taste of himself on your lips. Leaning back, you ask, short and sweet and simple, “Good?”
Wriothesley does not respond, for he is already falling into slumber. You laugh, light, kissing away the furrow in his brow—the same one he always seems to develop post-coitus. “Goodnight, my darling,” is the last your lips move, tonight; you fall asleep, him cuddled into your arms stark naked, with the lingering taste of him in your mouth, and it is the best either of you have ever slept.
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and a secret sixth sense: horniness. thank u so much for reading ⁠♡
10 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
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laidenbreecatchall · 3 months
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Simple sketches of the loves. Oda draws Law like a 6 year old when that little guy is like 13 right?? He’s a shitty little traumatized 13 year old??? I wanted to draw him more 13 and less baby (though I won’t lie I love all the art of little law all small and squish).
Edit: I just got to dressrosa btw and haven't formally watched Laws back story. All I know is through fandom osmosis 😔✌️. But I can't help myself from drawing them, my beloveds.
Psst... Commissions Open
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perfectcreationgoatee · 5 months
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jonwolfbang-blog · 2 years
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vergilbergart · 10 months
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so like .... Spider-verse AU where Gabriella is Spider-Man in one universe and somehow Miguel meets her and its very EEAAO [:
i have nothing to say for myself except this AU is angsty and i;ll write it (gestures vaguely) eventually
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trek-tracks · 1 year
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Do you ever think about how Kirk had a "best friend" on the ship before Bones in Gary Mitchell, a man who:
a) deviously manipulates him into heartbreak for Mitchell's benefit,
b) shames him for not being "fun" enough when he's in a position of power,
c) openly insults intelligent and powerful women,
d) treats everyone cruelly as soon as he gets power and tries to seize everything for himself,
e) finds it fascinating that he can stop a person's heart for fun, and
f) tries to murder Kirk instead of admitting that he's a danger to the universe,
and then chooses to replace him with Bones, a man who:
a) tries to save Kirk from heartbreak at every opportunity,
b) gets him to smile and relax by being genuinely interested in how he's doing and telling him that he's great and respected just as he is,
c) openly toasts intelligent and powerful women,
d) treats everyone kindly as soon as he gets power and tries to use it to help as many people as he can,
e) cries about how people suffered when medical treatments were less advanced, and
f) says, "Jim, I can't destroy life, even if it's to save my own. I can't."
because I do
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masochistartt · 3 months
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i've been doing a s1 rewatch for research purposes and tell me why this is the first time i've noticed roy noticing isaac telling declan to stop looking at his phone during the first movie night. the choice to make isaac the next captain didn't just happen when he threw the chair at the tv in the finale. it was built up slowly as we got to learn about the boys. i'm so :')
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Futamono Flower Meaning
So you're telling me that the very night after Will whore Graham sent someone to murder Hannibal simp Lecter, the man created this?!
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jeeaark · 15 days
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final showdown pt2.
This was one of those battles where I survived it without a single reload. So. This entire scene? Accurate. Embarrassingly Accurate. (except the healy dealy. that's Greygold flair)
Wanted to get to the crown as fast as possible, but had to fly by Emps. Literally stopped next to bud to personally yell/reassure the fool I was gonna save their ass and then risked the opportunity attack.
(which. I forgot to bring my dex 18 gloves and discovered illithidism had shit dex, so....IS FINE. GG IS ALL FOR STARTING A NEW COLLECTION OF FRIENDSHIP SCARS)
BUT SQUID BUDDY MISSED. so. I like to think Enthralled Emps had put some effort into jumping through some rather large logic hoops to miss. Unlike Greygold who put JACK effort into dodging.
I originally intended to leave Emps completely alone, risk the attacks. But. Brain tentacle surprise happened. Right next to the squid. Emps rolled high in initiative.... But not as high as Lae'zel. Game-wise, ✨I panicked✨. Story-wise? I don't think this could have been any more in-character. Albeit, I found myself quadruple checking to make sure knockout mode was ABSOLUTELY on
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