#feminization tw

[luvlyycy]

he gulps, hands clutching your sundress tightly as it attempts to hug on his lanky body —

"you look pretty, shiggy."

his normally pale face is bright pink as he stands in front of you, hands lifting up the dress to reveal the hyperfeminine panties you had made him wear.

"real‐really?" he questions, watching as you nod, your pointer-finger tapping the tip of his hard cock that's peaking through the panties.

"mhm, very cute." you giggle, wrapping an arm around his hips to pull him closer— dipping your hand underneath the panties to squeeze his ass as you rub the tip of his cock. his cock barely fits in the thin fabric, the sides of his balls slipping out.

he whines as he bites his lips, looking down at you. he's never felt so embarrassed and so turned on at the same time.

"do i- look— as, as, pretty as you thought i would?" he whines out, bucking his hips into your hand.

"of course, shiggy. you look prettier." you remove your hands from his lower half to rub up his stomach— to his bra covered chest.

"lean down and kiss me."

"oh-okay." he whispers as he leans down, placing his lipgloss covered lips on yours. you rub your thumbs over his perky nipples causing him to whine in your mouth— you pull away to look at his disheveled face.

"you are the most adorable boy ever."

[grossrottie]

Can you give any of your favorite Proship Crowfeather ships?

Or just your favorite ships for him in general?

Hellooooo!! I’d love to!!

However first off I should mention that Proship doesn’t stand for ‘problematic ship’, as I think you’re using it in that manner.

Proship is a mindset of Kink Tomato (Your Kink is Not My Kink and That’s Okay/YKINMKATO), Ship and Let Ship, and Don’t Like/Don’t Read. It means that you believe that what people do in fiction doesn’t matter, and that it’s what you do in real life to real people that matters.

However if you’re asking about Crowfeather ships that include age gaps, shipcest, power imbalances, etc (aka things that sometimes are often considered a ‘Dead Dove, Do Not Eat’ topic, aka things that require tags in order for people to be aware of what they’re reading and so that it can be searched for or avoided, depending on someone’s comfort level), then I do have some!!!!!!

My absolute favourite Crowfeather ship is:

Crowfeather x Breezepelt. Age gap and shipcest with an abusive element.

When I was reading Crowfeather’s Trial (was that his novel’s name???), I was so thrilled to read about how eager Breezepelt was to get respect from his father and how angry Crowfeather was with everything to do with Breezepelt. Breezepelt wants a daddy father so badly and yet Crowfeather doesn’t even look at him. If he does, it’s to glare and insult and swat at Breezepelt with an unsheathed paw. Nightcloud gives Breezepelt some mother’s love but Breezepelt still wants Crowfeather. He wants to be needed, to be wanted, to be loved, to be appreciated, to be something more than just a second-best attempt at glue for a failing relationship. He knows that Crowfeather and Nightcloud don’t really love each other like they both wanted to. He knows that he isn’t the son that Crowfeather wanted. He tries his best but he is always lesser than he should be. That’s why he went into the Dark Forest’s ranks; finally given a chance to be respected, finally looked at with something other than disdain. But he still missed his father. He still wants his father’s love.

I would KILL for Breezepelt to confront Crowfeather or to try to suck up to him. Doing everything he can to be loved or for Crowfeather to look at him and smile. Ooooh maybe Crowfeather realizes and can’t decide whether to reject it or use Breezepelt’s affection for something. Filling a void, perhaps, or using his own son for pleasure and relief after a hard day. Maybe even making it more toxic by continuing to swat and hit Breezepelt despite their growing relationship. Being extra cruel to Breezepelt in public while finally giving Breezepelt what he so desperately needs in private.

Crowfeather isn’t a very upstanding tom, and I could very much see him bowing to the urges and desires of a toxic single father without a partner or person to relieve his stress with. Feeding into Breezepelt’s desires and offering him just enough to keep him close. Maybe making gradual comments about how much Breezepelt reminds him of Nightcloud. Maybe even using feminizing language to coax Breezepelt to be something Crowfeather would prefer.

My next fav Crowfeather ship including common ‘dead dove’ elements would be…hmmmm.

Honestly, I think that any element of Crowfeather x the Three would be delicious.

Whether or not the Three are aware of their relation/heritage, I could see it being pretty neat!

Perhaps they see Crowfeather at gatherings and begin to admire him from afar, noticing the way that Crowfeather watches them. Careful, slightly squinting, but with a prideful glint to his eyes that the Three feel a deep urge to see more of. They don’t understand why they feel that odd connection, but some part of them wants more.

Perhaps Hollyleaf is curious of Crowfeather and wants to know if there is some Starclan connection that ties them together.

Maybe Jayfeather detects the weird energy and thoughts of the strong Windclan cat across the clearing. He’s clever, and he has the added benefit of being able to dip into another cat’s thoughts to see their intent. But he can’t detect the details. He can’t detect why Crowfeather is so interested in him. He’s wary but curious. Maybe he meets Crowfeather one day and Crowfeather praises Jayfeather/paw for something. Complimenting his talents, appreciating how good Jaypaw is at his job and with his clan. Giving Jaypaw a bit of positive reinforcement that he really needs during his apprenticeship. Jaypaw’s clanmates underestimate him constantly. But this odd Windclan cat looks at Jaypaw with respect and consideration, admiring his good qualities and not dismissing him just because of his temper or his blindness.

Lionblaze might totally jump at the chance to prove himself to an older, more experienced warrior—even if he isn’t from Thunderclan. He has the desire to get respect from Crowfeather and he doesn’t know why. But yet something calls him to that makes him want to prove himself.

Crowfeather is very aware of their relation and he isn’t sure how to deal with it. Maybe he keeps it a secret and gets to know his kits in more…personal ways. Withholding their heritage so that he can get closer to his kin…perhaps in an inappropriate way. After all, they all seem to crave his attention, so why not indulge them?

…he doesn’t stop to consider that their blood-relation is what draws them towards him.

ALSO hmmm I bet I can think of another Crowfeather ship. But nothing is coming to mind just yet!

What about you, anon? What are your fave Crowfeather ships?

[just-a-girl-who-likes-sharks]

[poempoetryandmore]

[insomnialya]

Hey y'all.

And have a very pleasant evening.

Sincerely, your allo ally. 💜

[silly-n-deeply]

[celtrist]

He's learning, but Vaggie can get pretty creative with her traps.

[one-hell-of-a-showtime]

Hey, a blog I used to follow (nonbinary support) reblogged a post talking about how “trans men are the men of trans people” and I really advise all of y’all to stay away from them. It scared me, because I’ve been following them for some time, and they’re supposed to be for nonbinary support. You cannot support nonbinary people while also being transandrophobic. You can’t. I unfollowed them, and will probably block them like I did with another blog, a popular sex ed blog, and I’d really advise y’all to do the same. Trans men are men, but they are NOT privileged over other groups because of them being TRANS MEN. Nobody is privileged for being trans!

[stupid-twink-girl]

[z0mbiel0v3rr]

"who hurt you" as a response to my feminism is not the comeback you think it is. Men have hurt me, the patriarchy has hurt me, society has hurt me, so of course i'd want to advocate for change. Of course i don't want other girls to get groomed like i did, to get abused like i did, to starve themselves like i did, to fetish their own suffering like i did and to allow abuse towards themselves like i did. I don't want others to hurt like i did.

[whaleofatjme1920]

A brain dead pregnant woman in Georgia is being cruelly kept alive as an incubator for her baby, who, if born, most likely won’t make it anyways. To extort a family’s trauma by using her as a petri dish to see what grows and how to specifically cultivate it to grow what they actually want and hope to do to other people in the future is disgusting.

Every man who ever told you to ‘not worry your pretty little head about becoming an incubator’ was lying right to your face.

Adriana Smith, you deserve so much better. Your family, they deserve better too. Adriana, you deserved a choice, and so too do the ones who speak directly for you, who actually have your best interests in mind.

[emilyarc]

Mens reactions to a story about women being brutally raped while on vacation in Dubai. It shouldn’t surprise me anymore but it always does.

Men are happy enough to share these comments on a public platform, with their real name and photo of themselves. But we are meant to believe they give a shit about consent? We are meant to believe they view women as fully people? Women get condemned for being naive, but what young person isn’t naive and trusting, who doesn’t want to have a good time on holiday? Nothing is said about the men who attack us and rape us.

[poempoetryandmore]

[canichangemyblogname]

Women in the “Global South” are at the forefront of experiencing the worst of climate change and they are facing the gravest of consequences due to global inaction on this catastrophe.

[weaklittlefakeboy]

let a straight guy fuck and misgender me last night- this kink is taking over my real life.

buckle in because this is going to be a long one. i’ve been desperately horny and yearning to get fucked by a real cock for weeks. yesterday, a blank profile tapped me on grindr and— out of curiosity— i tapped him back. my profile is also blank for safety reasons—all i have written on my profile is my height, weight and that im a pre-op trans man. this was how he opened our conversation…

he was straight according to his profile and clearly a chaser. but, admittedly, the idea of having a “straight” buddy who treated me like one of the bros but still used my pussy like a girl had me immediately wet and worked up. (you’ve seen my blog, this was straight out of my wildest fantasies.) in a weak, lust-clouded moment, i messaged him back and we exchanged photos (he was hotter than expected, i’m not complaining).

our conversation derailed into a discussion of kinks. he admitted he was into male-dom and breeding— my boxers were subsequently further soaked. fueled by his admission, i hesitantly told him about all of the things i post about on this blog. he seemed very much interested in my fixation on misgendering but, at that moment, continued to refer to me as a guy.

next thing i knew- he was pulling up to my apartment to fuck. i let him in and we were very quickly down to business. we made out for a while until he lifted me up by my ass and threw me onto my bed— hard. my head spun as he unbuckled his pants and got out his cock. he looked down at me with an unreadable expression and full-on ordered me to get down on my knees in front of him.

i did, of course. i remember thinking that from where i was, beneath him and his cock, he looked so huge. i felt so small. i could tell this was going to be the most exhilarating hook up i’d ever engaged in. he told me to stick my tongue out and then he slapped his cock on my face and told me to suck. one thing about me is i looove sucking dick so i got to that task earnestly and enthusiastically. i love the feeling of powerlessness when im on my knees below a “real” man looking up at him through my eyelashes. it’s so demeaning in the most honey-sweet kind of way.

he mumbled “good bitch” as he came all over my face and then he told me to crawl back to to the head of the bed and lay on my back. i did so, covered in cum, chest heaving. he stripped as he stalked over to me. i’ll never forget the dark look in this dudes eyes as he approached me in my prone position. he pinned my arms above my head with his forearm and hovered over me. his unoccupied hand grabbed one of my tits (which are admittedly small, probably a or aa) which made me gasp. he laughed at me and pulled my shirt off completely. i looked up at him lustfully as he groped me some more.

his hand drifted down further, towards the waistband of my sweatpants. his thick finger traced my slit and my back arched off of the bed. he tightened his grip on my hands and started to finger fuck me. with all the built up anticipation, i was feeling good. my eyes rolled back in my head and i started to whimper. he laughed at my pleasure and the obscene sound of his fingers battling with the wetness and said “yknow, i’ve never met a man with a pussy before.” my eyes flew open.

i’ve never once engaged in my misgendering kink in a setting with another person, let alone some random hookup. it’s always been something that, even in relationships, i’ve hidden. i feel a lot of shame around this kink. however, hearing an actual man say words i’ve read a million times on kink blogs like mine unleashed something in me. i moaned. he zeroed in on that with something i can only describe as a sharks smile.

“tits, pussy… if i look past all that hair it’s not all that hard to see a woman. especially when i do this.”

he removed his fingers and released my hands. he grabbed my legs, pulled off my sweatpants, and folded me in half with my legs together and plump, freshly shaved pussy exposed. he grabbed a pillow and covered my face. i will admit in hindsight that that part scared me a tad but i was truly blinded by lust in the moment.

“there we go, now you look exactly like every other girl i’ve put in her place. doesn’t it feel good?”

my moan was muffled but i was well and truly soaking at this point. he threw the pillow across the room and spread my legs wide, though he kept me folded and prone. “look” he ordered “what do you see between your legs?”

“a pussy…” i had whispered, eyes black with lust.

he hummed, pulling out his cock once again and laying it over my slit. “now, what do you see between my legs?”

“a cock”

he slid his cock through my wetness, teasing me. he slapped my t-dick with his cock a few times before resting the tip at my entrance. “and what do men like me do with their cocks when a pussy is presented to them like this?”

“they… fuck them?” i had responded, my heart pounding in my chest and ears.

“good girl.” he smiled as he penetrated me to the hilt. i literally screamed, i was aroused enough that i felt pleasure but the sudden fullness came with a sting. i closed my eyes as he started to pump into me hard. i missed getting fucked a lot and this was elevated x10 with the added pleasure of submission and humiliation. it was in these first few minutes— the room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and high pitched moans— that i fully grasped what was happening. the hook up came to be so fast and spontaneously. now, here i was, moaning underneath the heavy weight of a cis, straight man who saw me as and was fucking me raw like a girl. it was a feeling like no other.

he found his rhythm and my moans became more uncontrollable. i opened my eyes at some point and met his sharp gaze as he pounded me. “feel good, baby?” he asked me. i nodded blearily, looking down at our bodies pressed together, watching my tits bounce with each of his thrusts and the addictive sight of his manhood disappearing into my cunt. i tightened instinctively in arousal and he grunted. he growled something along the lines of being careful with that or else he was “going to put a baby in me” and the heat within me just grew hotter.

at this point he switched positions, dragging me to the edge of the bed and standing up between my legs so he could have better leverage. in this position, his torso tapped my t-dick with every thrust of his hips and i effectively lost my mind with pleasure. i screamed a conglomeration of the words “yes” “please” “oh my god” and “fuck me” while scratching lines down his back. safe to say it felt so good. he chuckled in my ear as i gasped and shivered underneath him.

it was then that i felt a massive orgasm approaching- its warmth built in my stomach and my staccato of moans began to elevate in pitch as i climbed towards the climax. i likely sounded indistinguishable from the other girls this guy had fucked. moments before i orgasmed. he stopped moving completely.

“what the fuck” i remember saying, protest cut off by his hands pinning me down again- one arm keeping my arms in place above my head and the other pressing down slightly on my neck. i looked up at him with wide eyes- pussy throbbing from built up arousal and lack of release.

“do you want to cum?” i nodded, tears growing in my eyes. “then i’m gonna need you to repeat after me sweetheart. i’m a good girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m meant to be bred. say that and i’ll fill you up and let you finish.”

i moaned, my eyes rolled back into my head as he pressed down on my neck harder. “i-im a good…girl. i’m lesser than a man. i’m, i’m meant to be bred-“

he moaned hearing me say those words and released his hands, moving them back down to my hips where he resumed his pounding with a newfound vigor. it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build again, especially as he grunted obscenities in my ear- calling me a bitch, sliding in the use of she/her, and other sweet nothings about male dominance and female submission. as i reached the peak, stronger this time because of his edging, i wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let go. it was one of the best orgasms i’ve ever had in my life. my whole body shook and i couldn’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. he fucked me through it, prolonging the pleasure. eventually he reached his climax as well “i’m gonna fill you up with my cum i’m gonna breed you-“ he hiked me back up onto the bed and pressed me into a mating press as he came, deep, deep inside me.

after we both came down from the high of cumming he rolled off the bed. leaving me laying there, skin flushed red, cum on my face and leaking out of my twitching pussy. he grabbed both my tits one last time and trailed his fingers down to my pussy again. he gave me one last “good girl” before getting dressed and leaving my apartment without another word.

had to get a plan b bc of my spontaneity (i’m not on birth control and don’t trust t to do the job) but it was a good night of exploring this kink either way

[lecruee]

im not a blackpill fem but i genuinely keep coming across more and more evidence that male sexuality is inherently pedophilic and i dont even think its a question anymore.

like why is it such a deeply engrained idea that “beautiful” women have to be as hairless as children?

why is one of the most popular categories of pornography “teen”?

why has every society on earth engaged in the child marriage of girls whilst boys were married at much older ages?

why was the frontman of one of the worlds most dominant religions a pedophile?

why did france (a modern country that supposedly values womens rights) literally just pass a law a few years ago which set the age of consent at 15 (too low), after a court ruled that an 11 year old girl consented to being raped by an adult man in 2017?

why is the global age of entering prostitution 13 globally and 16 in the US?