#testosterone could fix her

[blvrrykat]

i can imagine any character as a butch

[devilfruitdyke]

i never watched the hunger games movies but they had katniss in a fucking look for like 90% that shit is so cool

[arthur-r]

(stupid vent in the tags i’m maybe struggling a lot. not feeling particularly real or handling my life and relationships maturely at all)

[moon7jay]

Pent up (l.hs, p.sh)

Read pt.2 here

Warnings : Non con, dub con(?), morally grey plot obviously (what do u even expect from me), filth, smut

Heeseung could feel the familiar itch in his chest and palms... and somewhere else. Well his dick to be precise.

He was horny. Inexplicably and utterly horny. could you blame him? His fanbase was majorly comprised of females. Hot females. But they weren't allowed to mingle with fans and that heightened his yearning more. Like craving the taste of a forbidden fruit.

He rubbed an exasperating hand over his sweaty face, breathing heavily through his nose to get in as much oxygen as he could, the testosterone was high in the hotel room, everyone still riding the adrenaline rush from the concert even though it had been done and over an hour ago. The tension was high in their bodies still and he could feel himself buzzing with it.

He knew it was practically impossible to get pussy at this hour, especially with the whole NDA thing and it agitated him further. His balls were heavy and in a desperate need to be drained empty by a tight warm pussy or mouth, he didn't even care, he just needed release.

He mentally thanked God for being the oldest and having the solo room privileges cuz it seemed like hardcore porn and his hand would have to do for the night. He was so ready to jerk off till his dick ached.

"Gonna head to my room" he informed Jay, who was sitting beside him on the spacious couch, just in case their manager started panicking upon not finding him with the rest of the boys.

Jay gave him a quick nod of acknowledgement and went back to whatever he was doing on his phone. Probably texting his girlfriend. That lucky fucker, heeseung thought. Jay's girlfriend was hot, heeseung had checked her out shamelessly on multiple occasions, even tried to get into her personal space a lot of times until Jay strictly told him to back off. Well, his bad, but what could he do? He was just a man who thought with his dick most of the time.

You heard him before you saw him, the sudden click of the door opening startling you enough to make you jump and turn around towards it. With the air freshener still in your hands, you came face to face with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

First thing you noticed about him was how tall he was, looking down at you even from a distance. His messy hairs fell over his forehead , his entire body clad in a casual black shirt and sweats attire. You gulped cuz this wasn't a part of the job. You were told to ready up the rooms for some very important people who would be staying at the hotel tonight but no one was supposed to be here for another hour or two. or maybe you messed up the timings again. Oh you were fucked.

The gorgeous man raised an amused eyebrow at your deer caught in the headlights stance and that's what finally made you break out of your inner monologue and you bowed to him, body on autopilot to do damage control

"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience sir, i wasn't aware you would get here this fast, I just need to fix the bed and I'll be done" you stuttered out, hoping a quick apology would be enough and turned back around to quickly fix the sheets, spraying the freshening spray around, hoping you won't be reported to the manager for this blunder.

What you failed to notice in your inner panic was how heeseung turned the lock of the door, setting the bolt in place, basically locking you in the room with him.

You didn't notice how his eyes scanned your figure while you apologized to him, or how his blood ran hot when the word "sir" came out from between those tempting, glossed lips of yours.

You didn't notice how his eyes ran shamelessly over your exposed legs, his tongue coming out to wet his lower lip while he ogled the curve of your ass as you bent over to fix the bed sheets.

Damn, heeseung thought, his dick twitching in interest, already leaking in his pants with how excited he was becoming at the sight of you.

You jumped upon feeling two large palms grabbing your sides, a squeak falling from your lips at the unwelcome touch

"What the fuck" was the first thing that came out of your mouth, caught too off gaurd to even react properly.

You tried to turn around to push him away but before you could even move he was twisting your body, manhandling you onto the bed. Your mouth opened to scream but a large palm stopped your attempt, your eyes widened in terror upon feeling his large body settle over yours, one tight grip on both of your wrists, trapping your hands above your head while his hand covered your mouth.

Heeseung was ecstatic, he could feel how soft you were against his hard body,your tiny figure squirming underneath his harsh hold, wide scared eyes staring up at him through wet lashes, he wanted to coo, you looked so adorable like this. Just ready to be fucked.

"You know I could easily get you fired sweetheart, just don't fight this" He threatened subtly, his calm voice oddly did the trick and you halted your struggling body.

You were a broke college student barely making ends meet. Your younger siblings depended on you for everything and so just the thought of getting fired was enough to chill your bones. That just wasn't something that you could afford. Tears flowed down your cheeks but you complied. Accepting your fate.

His eyes pivoted to your heaving chest, the open button at the top of your dress shirt giving him a peak of your perky mounds, driving him crazy with his rising lust for your body.

"Going to remove my hand but only if you'll be a good girl" he whispered, his hot breath fanned your face and you nodded too enthusiastically, making him chuckle and remove his hold on your mouth. His hand instantly moved to unbutton your shirt, making you sniffle into yourself. You closed your eyes in disgust, not wanting to see what was happening to your body, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when his rough hand squeezed your chest harshly.

An excited "fuck" fell from his lips upon feeling your soft tits, hardening him further in his pants. He duck down to run his nose along your clavicle, breathing you in while he groped the sensitive flesh of your boobs mercilessly. He traced the length of your neck and jaw, leaving small kisses and bites, eventually coming face to face with you.

"Open your pretty eyes I want you to see me do this to you" he whispered on your lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth. His nails dug into your mounds when you didn't listen, making you cry out in pain and giving into his wishes.

Your tear strained eyes looked into his lust blown hazy ones, watching how he suckled on your bottom lip, opening your mouth pliantly when he thrust his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking, lewd noises coming from him at the taste of your tongue.

Heeseung was painfully hard. And as much as he wanted to take his time exploring your body, he was too fucking impatient to do so. His dick was weeping to get inside your warm fuck hole and he was not going to deprive himself of the much needed relief of your body any longer.

He moaned into your mouth, licking deeper while his hand travelled down between your legs, moving under your dress skirt to probe at your pussy from above your panties, making you gasp into his hungry mouth. That breathless gasp and the feel of your cunt was what did him in.

Removing himself from your body he climbed down the bed while you watched him petrified. Nerves frozen in anticipation of his next move.

"Take off your panties" He instructed you while he undressed his lower half, hastily taking off his sweats and boxers, exposing his hard and leaking dick to your terrified eyes.

You sobbed, your thighs closing upon the sight of his member, it was so big and you could already imagine the pain it was going to put you in. You saw how his jaw clenched at your lack of action, sharp and annoyed eyes staring daggers at your face

"we can both enjoy this if you don't fight me baby, or I can enjoy this alone I don't fucking mind it either way" He gritted through his teeth, climbing back on top of you. Before he could reach for your clothes your small hands were stopping him, sniffing softly as you took a good look at him. His inquisitive eyes watched you impatiently.

"O-okay" You whispered and slowly reached down to take off your panties, opening your legs for him. A weird tingling feeling was starting to build up in between your legs upon seeing his leaking length. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't gotten laid in a while or maybe you were a freak but you could feel the moisture starting to accumulate in your pussy.

He bit his lower lip upon seeing you so pliant and ready to take him. God he needed to fuck the shit out of you. "That's a good fucking girl" he whispered.

He didn't wait any longer to aim his cock at your entrance, parting your pussy lips and breaching the opening of your cunt, a pained moan leaving your lips while he groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your snug walls.

Your hands held onto his shoulders, your back arching at the feeling of him forcing himself inside of you so roughly, burying himself in your womb to the hilt.

"fuck yeah baby" He groaned upon feeling his balls slap your asscheeks, finally fitting his entire dick inside your warm and tight pussy.

He didn't give you time to adjust, his hips moving on pure animal instinct to fuck. You screamed in pain at his brutal movements but the constant bumping of his dick into your cervix was making your eyes roll back into your head.

His hips moved against yours roughly, pelvic smacking sounds filling up your senses. Heeseung's mind was focused on the singular thought of your pussy, brows furrowed and mouth open as he moved his dick in and out of you, enjoying the tight clench of your walls, giving him so much pleasure his entire body was on fire

"your cunt is making me feel so good" he panted on your face, his movements never ceasing, you could feel every drag of his veiny cock against your gummy walls, making you moan in pure pleasure

"You're getting wetter the more we fuck baby" He chuckled through strained voice, hoisting your legs over his shoulders, taking you deeper, penetrating his cock way past your womb.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, moaning helplessly as he grinded his lower body into yours, your colliding sexes making a mess now that you were leaking onto the sheets

"That's right-fuck-enjoy it with me, a little fun never hurt anybody" He grunted, increasing his pace, desperately chasing the friction your pussy was giving him

"Oh my god-" you screamed when he continued to beat your insides raw, bumping continuously against your g spot.

"Yeah? feels good doesn't it baby? giving it to you so good yeah?" he spoke, his thrusts merciless. Railing you into the bed.

Your hips chased his own, opening your legs further for him, enjoying the sex more than you were supposed to. If this was happening to you, you might as well enjoy it right?

Your lips attached themselves to his throat and he moaned, lust blown eyes staring down at you

"You are getting off to this you little fucking slut, fuck yeah " He spat at you in disgust but the twitch of his dick inside your womb didn't go unnoticed by you.

"You like when men force themselves inside your slutty little cunt yeah? makes you feel so good doesn't it baby?" His words only made you wetter, your juices leaking onto his balls.

He was busy pounding you into the sheets, the bed creaking loudly, skin slapping sounds so deafening you didn't hear the lock jingling and the door opening.

"Mhmm fuck, busy enjoying alone?" a manly voice interrupted your pleasure filled haze, your eyes darting to the side as a tall and even more gorgeous figure came in your field of vision. His eyes were focused on you and how heeseung was railing you.

Even though you wanted to hide away from his gaze, the lust filled phase your mind was in was turning you on more.

Heeseung didn't cease his movements, smirking at the spare key in sunghoon's hand, he sighed in pleasure at the way your pussy was clenching rapidly around his dick, excited at the prospect of someone watching you fuck

"little slut, she likes that you're here" he panted, folding your body in half and fastening his hips, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten.

"fuck keep clenching on me baby, I'm so fucking close" He groaned, his movements incessant, holding your hips and moving rapidly against you, harsh breaths fell from his lips, eyes focused on yours. He slotted his mouth against yours and moaned out loud, his hips stilling inside you while he filled you with his fuck cream,moaning in satisfaction.

His subtle grinds were frustrating you, needing more friction to reach your own high. Heeseung felt your hips pushing up from the bed to chase his dick and chuckled in disbelief

"you want more dick?" he asked pulling out of you with a pop and watching his thick cum leak out of your hole. You nodded, your hand moving down to circle on your clit, arching into your own touch like a literal sex hungry slut.

"fuck that's hot" sunghoon groaned and your eyes moved to him, his hand squeezed his bulge from above his pants while he watched your movements with hungry eyes. In your sex drunk haze you had forgotten he was even there. You opened your legs further, showing him what you were doing.

"You can stick it inside of her you know, bet she wants it bad" heeseung taunted at him, climbing down the bed and taking a seat on the couch across from it.

Sunghoon was scurrying to unzip his pants as soon as he understood the meaning of heeseung's words and before you knew he was settling over your body, rubbing his dick against your slit, making you bite your lower lip in anticipation of getting dicked down again.

"Where did you even find her, I thought we weren't supposed to fuck fans" He asked looking over at heeseung briefly before pushing himself inside you with a pained groan. You screamed at the sudden penetration, body squirming.

"so fucking tight" he let out through gritted teeth, snapping his hips into yours impatiently.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and arched your body into him. God he was so much bigger than heeseung, your pussy felt so full, you could already feel your high approaching.

"She's not a fan" heeseung groaned gruffly, making you glance over at him, your pussy clenched crazily upon seeing how he sat manspreading on the couch, his dick in his palm, jerking off while he watched you.

Sunghoon didn't question him further, at this point he couldn't care less about who you were, he just wanted to fuck your pussy and that's all that mattered to him.

His hands moved down to help you wrap your legs around his waist and he started thrusting inside of you, a pleasurable groan leaving him upon feeling your wet snatch

"warm and wet, she's like every guy's fucking wet dream" He grunted, his hips snapping rapidly into yours, fucking his dick into your fuck hole in a frenzy. He wasn't going to last long.

"she is isn't she, fucking slut, fuck her pussy , beat it till it's red and raw" Heeseung panted through gritted teeth, his movements fastening on his dick, squeezing his balls and sighing in the overwhelming pleasure.

"fuck yeah" sunghoon groaned and adjusted his hips to reach inside you deeper, making you moan in pleasure, incoherent words falling from your lips, you could taste your orgasm on the the tip of your tongue. "Such good pussy fuck yeah you should get paid for it" He chuckled breathlessly and you moaned at his words. No one had ever talked to you this way.

Your hips chased his dick desperately, fucking yourself back on him

"Yeah you like this don't you? - holy shit-like when men use your tight little cunt to jerk off their dicks don't u baby?" sunghoon panted on your face and you moaned, nodding your head while he pounded you into the sheets

"Cum In her hoon, fill that filthy pussy to the brim" heeseung moaned, his hips lifting off the couch as he watched your grinding bodies fucking like animals on the bed. Hot pleasure was running through his viens and he could feel himself close to another release.

"Shit yeah, so good, feels so good, yeah mhmmnfuck" sunghoon rambled burying his nose into the crook of your neck as his hips grinded into yours, feeling so close, so close, so-

A gutteral moan ripped from his throat and he was coming undone inside of your cunt,the feeling of his warm cum pushing you over the edge, moans and groans filling up the room

"fuck, fuck, fuck ugh God" Heeseung gasped, spilling his cum all over his hand and thighs, his stomach clenching and caving upon feeling such mind numbing pleasure.

Sunghoon's body fell upon yours, grinding a few times to properly fill you with his cum and then he was pulling out of your abused cunt. Groaning upon seeing the mess you were making on the sheets.

Your head lulled to the side in exhaustion, body so sore and mind so numb that you didn't even notice the flash going off as sunghoon captured the sight of your leaking pussy on his phone, saving it in his jerk off folder. He was quick to adjust his dick inside his pants and climb down the bed

"thanks man I needed that" He said and winked at heeseung. Heeseung nodded at him and watched as he left the room fully satisfied. His eyes fell on your spent and naked figure on the bed and he could feel his dick twitch in interest again. Fuck.

Before he could decide against it, he was picking up his phone and dialing jake's number

"Hello?" came jake's muffled voice from the speaker

"Come over to my room and bring Jay with you, I've got the perfect thing for you to relieve the pent up tension"

"Is it your ps5? Because I don't-

"It's a pussy"

Heeseung smiled upon hearing the instant scurrying he could hear over the speaker and he faintly heard jake calling jay's name before he hung up on him.

The night was going to be so so long.

[chlorinecake]

𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 - a yjw oneshot 🕹️

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a fun gaming session with your bsf leads to a night full of steamy shenanigans

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gamer!roommate!jungwon x reader

𝐜𝐰: swearing, kissing, teasing, hickeys, y/n gets her boobies fondled, oral (f. & m. receiving), mentions of other enhypen members

𝐰𝐜: 3k | not proofread, written quickly

You sighed, “I wish more people in the world cared about Roblox… it saved my life, bro.”

“That was easily one of the dumbest things I’ve ever heard you say.”

“What?”

“I said-”

“EVER! Wanna play COD Mobile instead?”

“Bruh, that game is so mid.”

You scoffed at his remark, bringing a flared hand to your chest. “I’m goated at COD mobile, averaging like 100 kills per match. People praise me for that.”

“Because it doesn’t take skill?” He made it sound like a question, when he was really making a statement.

“Mkay. I bet I’d still whoop your ass on console, but we don’t have to go there.”

A hint of ambition sparkled in his eyes at the challenge. “Oh yeah? And what are we betting here?”

“Hmm,” you thought for a moment, “If you win, I’ll fix you a victory snack.”

He nodded at the enticing offer, “And if you win? Which you won’t, but-”

“The bragging rights will be enough for me, but you could always fix the broken shower head in my bathroom so I can stop using yours,” you interrupted confidently.

Jungwon forgot all about how you broke your shower head last week. You told him it was an innocent mistake, but his mind obviously wandered to other places once you told him. By now though, he had already gotten used to sharing a bathroom with you, so he didn’t feel any urgency to repair it. Still and all, he understood how you might want your private space back. “Ok. Fair enough,” Jungwon agreed.

He handed you a controller, waiting for you to join him at the loading screen. Setting up your gear and choosing what weapon you wanted, the match eventually started. Needless to say, you didn’t stand a chance against Jungwon and his team of CPU’s, feeling sore from defeat.

A prideful smile waved over his features, showcasing his prominent dimples. “Sooo,” he began, “I would like your leftover Twix bar from the fridge cut up over two scoops of vanilla ice cream. Don’t forget the sprinkles.”

You pouted, handing him the overheating controller. “I’m not fixing you a damn thing. You probably cheated!”

His eyebrows raised, “First of all, cheating is for weenies. Second of all, a deals a deal!”

“Ugh, fine. I’m charging tips, by the way.”

“Not a chance, crook. Unless,” he caught your attention as you got up from the living room couch, “you wanna go for another round?”

“No, that’s alright. I think I'm gonna just watch you play the game for now. You could invite Heeseung, too, if you want.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be back, okay? I gotta use the bathroom real quick.”

Walking into the bathroom, you closed the door behind you, taking off the bra that had been killing your back for the past 12 hours. You didn’t know where else to put it, so you hid it under Jungwon’s bathroom cabinet before leaving.

“When do you ever wanna play games with me? Are you with Riki or something?” Heeseung asked from the headset.

“No, I’m with ____. She needs some testosterone in her life and wants to watch us play I guess.”

“I can think of a few ways to help her with that,” Jungwon could hear the smirk in Heeseung’s voice.

“Shut the fuck up and join me already.”

“What? It’s not like you’ll ever have the balls to make a move on her, anyway,” Heeseung chuckled. “How long have you know her for again?”

“Since the first day of college.”

“Damn, and you’ve barely even grazed first base.”

“She’s still sacrificing her free time to hang out with me, so I don’t see the loss here?”

“Look, buddy. Your rizz needs an upgrade. These cute little gaming nights you have every weekend needs an upgrade. Your wardrobe needs an upgra-”

“I get it, asshole.”

You came back with the snack he requested, eliciting a dramatic applause from your goofy ahh friend.

“Your majesty,” you bowed playfully, placing the bowl of ice cream on the desk in front of him.

You filled in the space next to him, resting an elbow on the arm of the sofa, your nipples now on full display through your thin shirt.

“Are you cold,” Jungwon asked, eyes not quite meeting yours. You meant to reply, but he was already reaching his hand out to grope your chest, using a thumb to smooth out your hardened buds with his warm touch. You eyes widened in shock.

“Woah- mmm, n-no, I’m okay” you stuttered, Jungwon smirking at how flustered you appeared.

What the actual fuck was that!?, you thought to yourself.

He went back to casually talking with Heeseung again as if he didn’t just rub your nipples…

You usually enjoyed watching Jungwon play the game, but now, you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jungwon’s pretty hands. The way his delicate thumbs maneuvered the joystick of the controller sent your mind into a daze.

“Hold up, Hee, I’m gonna put you on mute for a sec,” Jungwon said, handing you his controller before mouthing the words “play for me” with a catty smirk. He adjusted his headset over your head, bringing a finger up to your seal your lips. “Shhh,” he warned.

You knew Heeseung wasn’t actually on mute because there was an open mic symbol on the corner of the screen.

What’s he up to now?, you wondered.

Kneeling between your legs with greed, Jungwon’s fingers tiptoed to the waistband of your shorts. He paused before asking, “is this okay?," and you simply nodded in response. He smiled, tugging your shorts and underwear past your hips, knees, and ankles, stuffing them under the sofa.

He gawked at your wetness, your lips swollen with need. Heeseung started the match, and that’s when Jungwon started taking kitten nips at the sensitive flesh between your thighs, leaving a few marks. He blew at your heat before finally using his fingers to explore your folds.

“Cute,” he must’ve noticed the way your pussy pulsed in anticipation. Attaching his lips to your throbbing clit, he sucked it into his mouth, alternating with his fingers when breaking for air. He hummed at your taste, adding to the pleasurable sensations.

You tried focusing on the game for Jungwon’s sake, but you couldn’t resist the urge to reach for a handful of his hair and gently grind against his face.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby, just stay focused,” he said in between slurping at your wetness that never sounded so foul til now.

Did he just call me baby?

He inserted a finger into your tight hole and started pumping in and out of you, curling up to stimulate your g-spot. You were struggling to keep your moans in, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as he finger-fucked you. He looked up, noticing that you had fully abandoned the controller. “Keep playing or I won’t let you finish,” he purred.

“Fuck,” you panted quietly, how do you expect me to do that?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, ____.”

You picked up the controller and started playing again. Heeseung was now swearing over the mic like a madman. “Bro, you’re really not helping out our stats here by letting the enemy clap your cheeks,” he scolded, but you weren’t really paying attention to his voice anyway. Jungwon dove back into your heat, licking rough stripes against your clit as he inserted a second finger. “Mngh,“ you mumbled dizzily, clenching around him.

“What?” Heeseung asked confused, having heard your noise.

You reached to mute the headset, but Jungwon gave you a look that told you not to test him. You gave in, and succeeded in holding back your whimpers, but your heavy breathing continued.

“Dude, I’m literally never playing the game with you agai- HOW THE FUCK DID I JUST GET DIED?”

One last thrust of Jungwon’s fingers, and you were finally coming undone, shaking from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over you. Slender fingers glided in and out of your needy hole, his knuckles adding to the delightful stretch. The match ended shortly after you came down from your high.

Jungwon licked his fingers clean of you and swapped the controller back. “Sorry about that, hyung. I was eating and didn’t wanna disturb you,” he lied, readjusted the headset on himself.

“Well, I hope it was worth it. Our team forfeited on some elite rewards.”

“You’re welcome,” he teased, which you didn’t know if it was meant for you or Heeseung, because he leaned in to kiss your lips softly, before going in for another match.

Still feeling your orgasm fresh in your viens, you reached under the couch to grab your shorts and underwear, putting them on and getting up from the sofa.

“Hey, what’s up,” Jungwon asked while taking a spoonful of the half-melted sundae into his mouth.

“I-I’m just gonna shower... and maybe go to bed after.”

“Alright. Me and Hee are gonna play one more match and I’ll be in after you. Don’t take long!”

"Dude, you’re abandoning me already? I thoughtyou were gonna help me take these punks to skill-ville," Heeseung whined over the mic.

"You need to immediately repent for saying that," Jungwon cringed.

You made your way to his bathroom with a change of clothes, closing the door behind you.

You entered the shower, trying to wash off the growing heat between your legs and any dirty thoughts associated with your roommate. A few minutes in, you also decided to wash your hair as it had been a week since that last time you did.

That’s when you heard the door open and close, followed by the sounds of clothes being removed and tossed on the bathroom floor. You peeked from the shower curtain, only to find a naked Jungwon standing right there. He didn’t notice you looking, so you pushed the shower curtain back.

“The shower is occupied at the moment, Wonie!”

“I know,” he smirked, entering the shower from the opposite end as if this was yet another casual ordeal.

“May I,” he asked, pointing to the spot you were standing at in the shower. “Oh, sure” you replied, trying not to make things awkward. He reached for the bottle of shampoo and started lathering the honey scented product in his hair and skin. You tried to avoid taking anymore peeks at his toned body so you busied yourself with a loofa and cleansed your skin for what felt a hundred times. By now, you sat idly in the corner of the shower, with bubbles waiting to be rinsed from your body. “Here,” Jungwon motioned for you to return to your original spot. “Thanks,” you said. “Would’ve been nice if you said that earlier,” he poked.

Oh shit.

“Here, let me help you,” he offered, rinsing off the soapy suds that painting your shoulders and back. Somehow, this gesture relaxed you. “Now turn around for me.” You faced him with a chest covered in bubbles. He quickly rinsed your breasts before lowering the shower head to your private, adjusting the water pressure from low to medium.

You could hardly stand up straight from the pressure building up at your center. The throbbing sensation between your legs travelled up to your quivering lips. You moved a hand to cover your mouth, hiding your lewd sounds. Jungwon didn’t mind though, because your squirming is what excited him the most. “Hold still, ____,” he teased, putting the water pressure on high.

Bracing your balance with his free arm, his soft lips met your damp neck, nibbling at the skin. The sensation was so sweet that you finally let your moans out. Developing a mind of its own, your hand reached down to stroke Jungwon’s hardness, a lustful look staining his features.

He groaned into your ear, making you feel more than half crazy. You felt your climax creeping up on you as it became harder to stand up or keep still. Starting to pump him faster, both of you were now on the verge of bussing.

A little voice in your head slapped you back into reality.

This has to stop! He’s my roommate!

You turned the water off from the faucet on the wall, retreating your hand from his member as if it tased you. Grabbing a towel from the curtain rod and covering yourself, you left Jungwon alone in the bathroom.

You went to your room and started to dry yourself off. You couldn’t quite wrap your head around what was happening but a part of you liked it and another part knew it was inappropriate.

You just touched Jungwon’s dick, and yes, it felt really fucking nice, but the thought will likely haunt you til the day you die. He was a good friend of yours, and you didn’t wanna let fleeting feelings ruin it.

You put on the scented lotion from your nightstand followed by your clothes before plopping in your bed. You didn’t bother locking your door because you never had you to worry about Jungwon intruding your privacy. Or at least, that was before today.

You buried yourself under the covers before a trail of footsteps made their way from the bathroom to your bedroom door.

Creak.

The door opened and closed.

Click.

He locked it.

Walking over to your bed, Jungwon sat behind you.

“I know you’re awake, so stop pretending,” he whispered in your ear.

Annoyed, you threw the covers off your head, giving him an exhausted look.

“What do you want, Jungwon? Huh?”

“I could always just show you,” he said, flashing you the sluttiest eyes you’ve ever seen on a man.

“You could’ve waited for me to finish up in the shower before barging in like that.”

“No, I really couldn’t.”

“We’re roommates, Won! Hell, we’re friends!”

“And? What does that have to do with anything?”

“You can’t just fondle my tits whenever you want to, or eat me out on the couch when you’re bored, or join me in the shower because you’re impatient.”

You let that sink in for a moment.

“Did you not like it when I did those things to you? Did you not like the way I made you feel,” he inquired, inching closer towards you on the bed. “Because the way I remember it, you never told me to stop.”

The room fell so quiet that your heartbeat sounded loud.

He reached over to grip your thigh, leaning in for a kiss before shoving his tongue past your lips, but you pulled away.

“Jungwon stop!” You reprimanded, turning your head from him.

He grabbed your chin and proceeded to kiss you.

“Jungwon, I said stop...”

“I can tell you didn’t mean it.”

He continued kissing you, shoving his hand into you panties and going straight to your pussy, sliding his digits up and down your moist folds, sending an ache through your stomach.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

He called you baby. Again!

He didn’t waste any time to rub circles around your sensitive bud, causing your hips to jerk toward him.

“Stop it!” You raised your voice, pushing him away by his throat. Your hand never looked so small til now.

“Then make me.”

“What?”

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, ____.”

Darkness waved over both your features as you pressed his back flush against the bed, reaching for his drawstring and pulling his sweat pants down. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, so his pink tip sprung up, clear fluid leaking from the tip.

You grabbed his dick, giving it a firm stroke before grazing your teeth down his shaft, eliciting the prettiest whimper you’d ever heard from his mouth. The texture of his veins ran against your tongue as you took half of him into your mouth, using your hand to stimulate the base.

Your head bounced up and down as Jungwon grew dangerously desperate. Tapping your cheek, he guided you off of him to take a breath. Cradling your head in his grasp, he slid you back down until your lips reached his pelvis. “Hollow your cheeks for me, and breath through your nose,” he guided before using your head to please him. Your eyes began to water as his tip hit the back of your throat, causing you to gag a few times, but he ignored it.

“I’m so close, baby, just keep taking me,” he nearly begged, chest heaving as he screwed his eyes shut, “Be a good girl for me, mmm,” he grunted, picking up the pace.

You were getting used to being called “baby” by now.

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, bursting his load into your mouth. He lifted your head from his throbbing heat, using a thumb to wipe the cum that dribbled from the corner of your mouth. You went back down to taste his release, only for him to guide your head away.

“Don’t eat that, ____,” he giggled, but you swiped a finger to collect some of his cum anyway.

“It’s only fair, Wonie. Now we’ve both tasted each other.”

You went to the bathroom to wash your hands, coming back with a few tissues to help clean him up. Something about this dirty moment seemed so pure. So right.

“Okay, I’m going to bed for real this time, see you tomorrow,” you smiled, getting under your covers.

“You don’t expect me to go back to my room, do you,” he asked, giving you a look.

“Well, tonight, I’ll let it slide, but if you end up breaking your bed, don’t expect visitation privileges.”

“Thank you,” he let out a breath, smiling as he snuggled under the covers beside you.

“Jungwon?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Heeseung has any idea about what we did?”

Ding.

Jungwon’s phone vibrated in his pocket:

Text Message from “Heenis” — Jake ditched me for a hoe 👍🥲 wanna call?

A mischievous smirk poked at the corners of Jungwon’s lips, “He can find out.”

“WONIE, IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER, I SWEAR YOU’RE SLEEPING IN YOUR OWN BED TONIGHT!”

❁ if y’all can’t tell already, i am dangerously jungwon biased…

❁ anyways, thanks for reading “Joystick” by @chlorinecake! be sure to check out more works by me on my enhypen bookshelf!

[babsaros]

hey. when cis society is oppressing a trans man, what he is experiencing is. In Fact. misogyny. i'm sorry i know none of us like to be reminded of our agab, and it hurts whenever people perceive you as the wrong gender. but a cis person hate-criming, assaulting, verbally abusing, etc, a trans man is not doing "transandrophobia" because they do not perceive him as a man.

they perceive him as a woman failing at her gender, as a woman who has been seduced and lied to and manipulated because women are so easily led astray, just like it says in the bible. they perceive him as a woman who has been mutilated. they perceive him as a dyke that needs to be fixed. if they are hate-criming him because they *do* perceive him as a man, because he passes well enough they aren't thinking he could be trans, then they're doing so out of homophobia, perceiving him as a gay man, a pervert, a sissy, a danger to children. OR, they are being transphobic but specifically because they think he might be transfeminine instead. when cis society oppresses a trans woman, they are able to do it on multiple levels at once. She's a woman failing at her gender, a dyke that needs to be fixed. Or she's an evil and grotesque crossdressing pervert, a rude caricature, a danger to polite society. she will never be doing enough to escape oppression entirely, no matter if she gets every surgery she can and wears makeup every day and passes perfectly, because she lives under a patriarchy, and she's a woman, so she lives in a panopticon, and HAVING to get surgery and wear make-up to be respected IS oppression, especially if the alternative is being hate-crimed.

trans women (and trans men who pass) are not experiencing "transandrophobia" when a 'queer women and nbs" event turns them away at the door for being too masculine. they are. IN FACT!! experiencing the byproducts of misogyny in a patriarchy!!! where the terfs and coward cis women running those events and occupying those spaces have been taught (sometimes through experience, sometimes by men, sometimes by women) throughout life that men = stronger and more dangerous than women ALWAYS. That they need to protect themselves at all times and always be vigilant. That men and women can't be friends without sexual tension (and so as queer women the mere existence of what they perceive as a "man" is a threat). That women need a separate sports league because they can't possibly compete with someone who has even a little bit "extra" (an unquantifiable amount actually because there isn't a standard range) testosterone. That women should cook and men should fix cars. i promise you, i promise i promise i promise. it's misogyny. like!!! you don't say cis gay men experiences "androphobia", bc that's not a thing!! you sound like fucking mens rights activists guys please! you don't say a black man experiences "misandrynoir"!! because living in a patriarchy fundamentally means men do not experience oppression based on their gender. its not happening. shut the fuck up. stop walking us back to 2014 can we please take a step forward and stop bitching about this. there are genuine issues in the world and i'm frankly sick of people who should be smarter than that needing to be gently hand-held through this fucking explanation for the millionth time and still stomping their feet.

[reikunrei]

feeling incredibly averse to posting this but i'm just gonna drop my kofi link here in case anyone wants to help me get out of my increasingly shitty situation living with my parents

more info below ig

after having given my parents nearly $100k over the last four years, i'd love to be able to actually leave. my future job situation is still up in the air (i've submitted for about a dozen positions and the only one i've heard back from and interviewed for hasn't gotten back to me yet), and i haven't been able to build up any savings because, again, i was (and still am) helping my family afford rent and bills, and probably the taxes my parents are behind on, but if i think about that, i'll get too angry. no joke, i've given my family, at the bare minimum, 85% of my income over the last 4 years. the rest of it has gone toward medical stuff and, now, my car

at this point, with the combo of my mom refusing to lower her standards and my dad's seeming refusal to hunt for a new full time job, i don't see how they won't continue to bleed me dry. my dad even has a bad habit of taking money out of my old savings account that he's a joint owner on or whatever from when i got it set up when i was 16, even when i stopped actively putting money in it, so now any time it gets its automated $1 transfer from my checking account, he'll just take that $1 without consulting me. i'm not exaggerating, even if it has $1-2 in it, it'll be gone within a week

i've even put off starting on testosterone because of this. i wanted to start it like 3 years ago, but kept putting it off because of money issues and wanting to save as much as possible. i got really close to actually starting it this year, but because of how messy everything is, i put it off again bc having one more thing on my plate, especially when my parents are already weird about me being trans, was not something i wanted to deal with

not to mention, we're still currently not living under a lease in our house that we're, as far as i'm aware, still tens of thousands of dollars behind in rent on (again, my dad refuses to disclose our financial position honestly with any of us) and it's developed many, many issues bc the landlord, even before we were behind on rent, is shit and refuses to actually fix anything. and my dad loves to just ignore things unless we beg him to do something

i'd love to be on my own (in the, much more affordable, midwest) by the end of summer. i by no means want to rely on donations and i have other avenues i'm working with to make money (i still have my current full time job, but i'm going through my old belongings and selling a lot online), but i'll take any help i can get atp because i'm truly at my wits end. i'd start doing art commissions again if i could, but doing that from 2020-2022, partially on top of my full time job, absolutely wrecked my right hand and i'm still in enough pain that i can't make it a regular activity

idk how much else there is to say. there's more i could say but... i don't really wanna air all my dirty laundry here. i'm miserable in so many ways and it's just become increasingly clear that my dad expects me to constantly cover his ass. my younger brother gives money too, but he manages to go on big cross-country and overseas trips with friends, so i think i've been stuck with the burden of giving the most money. there's so many more things going on in the world rn and everyone is stretched thin so i don't expect much, or anything, but. idk. might as well throw it out there, right?

i’ve also since taken down the gfm i set up last year when we got our first eviction notice bc, while we still need the money, i don’t feel right keeping it up for multiple reasons, including “i don’t want to give any of that money to my family” and it feels too… serious to keep it up when i could just throw out my kofi instead

i just want to make sure i have some sort of safety net to catch me if i move before anything job-wise is finalized. i need to be able to afford a place to live for at least a month so i can job-search while physically being in the area i wanna move to, which would ultimately make it easier for me to find a job at all. i'm working on being more firm with giving less money so i can actually have the means to move and be safe and comfortable, but... that never lasts long in this house

anyway. that's it, i guess. thanks for reading

[ggggggfft]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[laurageto]

Aki Hayakawa

"YES SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Power chanted with a devilish grin planted across her face. Denji looked back and forth between the fiend, Aki and you. "What the hell is spin the bottle?" You all side eyed eachother in exasperation. "Have you lived in a bin all of your life?" Aki muttered under his breath.

The cramped apartment smelt of stale cigerette smoke and liqueur. You'd all been on a night out with the wider Public Safety Devil Hunters. Himeno had ensured you'd all drunk copious amounts of liqueur between you before sending you off back to your apartment.

Thanks Himeno, thanks a bunch.

"Want me to kick you in the balls again tough guy?" Denji declared his act of war against the ebony haired male, both testosterone fueled edging closer together from across the table.

You grabbed one of the many used shot glasses from the table and topped it up with the golden coloured tequila that happened to be in arms reach. You brought your delicate hand up to your mouth, parting your lips and extending your tongue to graze your supple skin. Your fingers found the salt shaker you'd brought to the table earlier in the evening, gingerly you tapped the white granules onto the slick saliva trail you'd left.

Both boys had completely forgotten about their argument and their focus was entirely consumed by you. Your prepped hand met your tongue once more, in one smooth lick the crystals enter your mouth and melt.

You placed the cold glass to your lips and tipped the contents down your throat. The heat of the liquid soared down your esophagus. 

"Damn Hayakawa, your girlfriend is fire". Aki quickly snapped out of his trance, a vein on his forehead popped in frustration.

"SPIN NOW!" Power slammed an empty bottle into the middle of the table. "Don't worry Denji, you'll get the game once we start. Why don't you go first?" you smiled kindly at the strawberry blonde male.

Denji span the bottle and it's opening pointed at Power. "Ok so now you have to ask Power to answer a truth or complete a dare". He pondered for a moment before grinning. "Ok. Eat those vegetables you left earlier!"

"NO FAIR!" She screamed, folding her arms across her chest like a petulant child. "Come on Power. A dares a dare" you nudged her gently. She wandered over to the kitchen and plucked half a carrot off of her dinner plate that she'd managed to dodge earlier. Squeezing her lids closed she stuck her tongue out and placed the carrot on it, swallowing as quickly as she could. A fit of choking ensued. "YOU DAMN DEVIL! TRYNA POISON ME!" The female fiend raged on as she stomped back to the living area and plonked back down onto her seat.

"Ok Power, now it's your turn to spin". The devilman span the bottle with a stupid amount of force, so much so that it felt like a good five minutes before the bottle actually landed. "HAAHAHA! REVENGE IS SWEET!" she cackled as the bottle pointed directly at Denji.

"KISS Y/N! AND NONE OF THIS FRIEND KISSING. I WANT TONGUES!"

Denji's face flushed as red as a beetroot not knowing where to look. "It's ok Denji, it's just a game". You batted your long black lashes at him and leaned across the table. You caught a glance at Aki from the corner of your eye, his lips smashed into a line. The cerulean of his orbs anticipating your next move.

Denji gulped at your consent as he placed both hands on the table for support, his face edging closer to yours.

Your pink lips messily plant on his. You grin, brushing your tongue across his bottom lip enticing it to open. He happily obliged. You eagerly explore eachothers mouthes, his kisses certainly felt different to Aki. He was all nerves and clearly an amateur. Aki knew what he was doing, he knew how you liked it.

The entire makeout you kept your e/c eyes open and fixed on your boyfriend.

His jaw clenched and fists balled in a rage. He knew you were doing this on purpose to get a rise out of him - and it was working.

You ran your slender fingers through the sides of the blondes hair before starting to pull away. You weren't going to let him go without catching his bottom lip between your perfectly white teeth and teasingly pulling on it.

A string of saliva roped it's way between you two before it broke. Denji looked like he'd had a stroke.

Aki slammed his fists onto the wooden table, hoisting himself up and marching to his room. A loud slam quickly followed suit.

Oops.

"Come on Aki. It's a game" you rapped your knuckles against the closed door. He eventually opened it and you waltzed inside. He turned to you, pressed his chest into yours and slowly backed you up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think your playing at?" he growled.

You shrugged "I told you it was a game".

Running his fingers down your arms he grabbed both wrists tightly, pulling them up next to your head. "I don't share my stuff" his deep voice muttered in your ear as he closed the gap between your faces.

His wide palm took grasp of both wrists above your head to free one of his hands. He took hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb tip tenderly. "Are you mine?" He commanded. "Yes Aki" you obediently responded.

A smile curled into his lips before he gently peppered kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone. Your breathing hitched in delight which made him take a deep inhale. "You're wearing that perfume I like.." he whispered between small nibbles on your nape. His finger hooked onto the strap of your ebony dress, he tugged it down off your shoulder aggressively to expose more flesh.

You loved this dominent side of him, it made your panties damp with excitement.

You eagerly got involved in the action, hands knowing exactly where to grasp. It wasn't difficult to find, his cock already rock hard causing a tent in his pants. He groaned in anticipation as you grasp his member firmly. You massage the fabric around his large shaft causing him to slam is palm down onto the wall to remain balanced from pleasure.

The entire time both of your eyes are fixated on one another. The eye contact was intense but neither of you wanted to miss a single reaction from eachother. His finger trailed across your bare skin to find the remaining strap to your dress. Sliding that off, the gown glided off your skin like soft, creamy butter. His pupils dilated dramatically as your perky breasts came into view. "I noticed you purposely didn't wear a bra tonight". You hummed and nodded in response. "I could see those perky nips from across the table all evening, it was so hard to be professional in front of the whole team" the words escaped his lips between him working his way down to your breasts, taking his time and tasting every bit of your flesh as he went.

"Well you don't need to be professional now" you bit your lip in reaction to the tickles Aki's lips made against you. His warm mouth eventually finds your breast and he gracefully twirls his tongue around the tender surface. Your nipples become even harder with the stimulation, he delicately nips at them wanting to hear more of those moans he loved so much. It didn't take long for his ears to be satisfied, your toes curled as pleasure filled hisses escaped your parted lips. .

He finally released your wrists allowing only momentary movement before he slips both arms down your waist, cupping your plump bum. Without hesitation he hoists you into his arms, sloppily finding your mouth in the process. Your tongues dance together, perfectly matching eachothers movements. The taste of him was one of your favourites, not thick with cigerette smoke like you'd expect. It was fresh, the aroma of spearmint filled your senses. You wrapped your supple legs around his waist allowing him access to you thighs. He greedily grabs handfuls of thigh whilst carrying you over to his bed.

Your head eventually finds the soft bedding, the scent of his aftershave permeating through the sheets. It was intoxicating to you.

Next thing you know, his fingers are tugging the remainder of your dress down leaving nothing but your juice soaked panties on display. He parted your legs, a hungry smile displaying on his features. "Look how wet you are baby. Is this all for me?" His moist tongue greets his dry lips as he wets them eagerly. "Yes Aki. I'm so wet for you" you groan in apprehension of his next move.

Planting kisses between your thighs he inhaled deeply, your natural scent so alluring. He laps his tongue up against your underwear, teasing it between the fabric and your dripping pussy underneath. "Look at me" he demands, his hot breath hitting your folds as he spoke. You obey and pulled a nearby cushion under your head to get a better view. Putting you out of your misery he tore off the weak lace thong and threw it across his room. Leaning back he admired you for a moment..

You were absolute perfection in his eyes. He was so in awe of you, he never fully understood how he managed to get so lucky. You were his and he was going to show you that in the way words couldn't.

He dived down between your legs once more, parting your vagina with his fingers to expose your throbbing clit. He placed his tongue flatly against your area taking slow long laps, swallowing your juices loudly. "You taste to sweet, I could eat you all day" he muttered into you. The tip of his tongue finds your clit once more and flicks it which causes your legs to shake in rapture.

"My turn" your voice managed to croak.

He stands up and pulls the crisp white shirt over his head exposing his toned abdomen underneath. After the shirt was disregarded he fumbles with his pant buttons trying to get them undone, you knew this was your cue to step in.

"Let me help" you purred whilst getting into a kneeling position on the end of the bed. The garments made their way to the floor, finally revealing Aki in his full glory. Drool gathered in your mouth whilst you took his shaft in your hand and pumped it for a moment. "I didn't tell you to stop looking at me" he groaned. You placed the tip of his member into your mouth whilst gazing up at him, slowly inching it further into your cavity until there was no more visible. You worked on him for some time before he pulled himself out with urgency. "Fuck no baby, you'll make me cum. I want to cum in you"

You laid back once more, he placed his shaft at your plump entrance. He folded your legs back, allowing him gripping access to your thighs. "Ready?"

"Ready"

He didn't hesitate, plunging his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. He fit you perfectly. His breathing intensified the moment he entered you, his expression one of pure extacy.

He leaned onto your thighs, fingers gripping you as the speed he was thrusting increased. "Oh shit Aki, right there!" You screamed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. "Louder. Say my name louder. Let those fucking devil's hear you" he commanded. "Take it" he shouted, balls slapping against your round ass.

Sweat was drenching the both of you as you writhed against eachother. "I'm going to cum.. Aki I'm going to.." you laboured finding it hard to talk now.

His pumping started to falter, you knew this was it.

"Cum for me baby" you squealed, the first order you'd given him this entire time. His eyes widened, the moans now constantly pouring out of his mouth. "Now, cum now" he splutters. You feel the hot liquid shoot up into your cervix which was all you needed to finally let your own orgasm escape. The pleasure waved through your body and made you shake uncontrollably. The tip of his cock pulsates inside of you, expelling the remaining semen from his passage.

"God damn. I love you y/n"

[izaanagi]

Hi, I was wondering if I could request for a scenario of bllk chigiri x reader (something fluff with him being over protective of you when the other boys are hitting on you or something) there's not many chigiri scenarios so I would love if you could do one for him 💞 thank you!

“Hey, get those dirty paws away from her, you filthy beasts,” you feel Chigiri’s serious voice tone, as he enters through the door. His presence overwhelms your senses for a split second, as the room tilts with you. Safety makes your knees buckle because of the sheer relief, and you do not feel alone anymore - alone in a room filled with testosterone and teenage pheromones that are simply too intense, too expecting, too willing to take even in the face of a refusal. 

You can hear Chigiri’s pacing around your standing frame, a hand settling along the small of your back, and his face turned towards you, as his scowl makes home on his delicate features, yet not marring them in the slightest. Chigiri Hyoma is the type of gorgeous to be breathtaking at the most desperate of moments, but in this moment, as other football players that remain nameless in your mind, you feel your breath hitch, your lungs struggling to process every healthy intake of breath. Chigiri’s hair strands linger over his shoulders, and his eyes, trained on you and not straining to acknowledge the busy voices stirring from across the room, are wide and mesmerizing. There is something dangerous in them, but he does not allow himself to do more than he already is. 

There are goosebumps covering your skin, as Chigiri skims over your frame with his eyes in order to make sure that everything is in place. 

“Are you okay? I am sorry you happened to be here as these assholes were trying to hound you because they have no manners,” he enunciates slowly as the words fill his mouth, the sound of a melody sung by cherry red lips slightly pouting. 

“Ah, yeah, yes,” you nod slowly, “I am okay now.”

And your heart stutters as Chigiri unleashes the softest of smiles upon you and nods in return. 

“Good, then. I’m going to put those hammerheads in place and if you want to, you could wait for me so then we could fix you some warm tea?” he proposes, a small kindling of hope blooming across his cheeks in the shape of a tiny blush, peppering his high cheekbones. 

“That would be amenable,” you respond, and Chigiri gives you another one of those rare smiles, a small dimple on the right side peeking in greeting. There is no reason for your heart to be hammering this way, but your brain is simply not supplying much useful information on how to deal with Chigiri Hyoma behaving like the prince you’re convinced he secretly is. 

You feel cold when Chigiri pries his fingers away from you, and prances towards the hungry herd that have been borderline harassing you on a date earlier. 

You’re blushing, and feel red,red,red, warm, on fire and yet so cold without Chigiri at your side. Time passes by you as the red-head pegs the other teens down a notch through his sharp tongue - but you barely notice. You feel still in time, ghost touch still lingering on your skin, without any reason. It does not matter that Chigiri has simply lightly brushed his fingers against your shirt, - the tenderness, protectiveness of the gestures makes you want to melt right there on the floor and contemplate the ceiling in peace. 

When Chigiri finally comes back, he scans over you warily - as you continue to replay the small, insignificant event in your mind. 

And then, he does it again. Chigiri takes your hand in his, larger, more slender - and cold, oh so cold. 

“Is this okay?” he asks, as if you could even compute that far. 

“Yes, this is perfectly fine,” you respond, but with little presence in mind, as Chigiri treads his fingers with his and tugs you along for the ride. 

It takes you three times for yourself to remember how to breathe.

[kit-williams]

Okay I am going to hell for this *deep breath* SO! Vauth may be a bastard but he’s a horny techno bastard and that speaks to me. You can eroticize the hell out of repairs and upgrades. Having to touch sensitive cables and ports while fixing Byte’s busted pieces, inking her skin where new parts might go and tracing his fingers against the lines imagining just how pretty her shiny new improvements will look. Literally being able to connect to each other with mechadendrites and don’t think I forgot you mentioning him fuckin with her sensitivity levels and hormones. He can crank the horny knob as high as he wants but he then can also make it impossible for her to actually get off at all at the same time. Either as punishment or to get her to do something (or just for fun lbr) he can make her get so so so torturously close and ride the edge for literally as long as he wants until his condition(s) are met. I had these worms infect my brain and now so too must you!

woe be unto thee ❤️,

Specs

@bispecsual You sly dog you

@egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

tw: SMUT, dubcon, Vauth being the monstrous Iron Hands we love

He didn't need this... he was above the desires of the flesh. He still felt a twinge upset when Byte shut her optic off and closed her eye turning her head away as they were plugged together. Her flesh hand twitching and clenching slightly as he worked away on her. He could see the way tears were moving down her cheek. He didn't need this.

The way her eye shot open and clawed at his hand letting out a binaric sob as she screeched with need and his heavy mechadendrites pinned her down as smaller delicate ones were moving their cabling against her own. The way the metal of the connector got close to her own pushing in and making the connection. How she arched under his hand screaming at the datasteam that just flooded her mind as it felt like she was drowning but it was all Vauth.

Her teeth itched as her mask was open and she was licking what tasted like copper... as she could feel the electrical current rush through her flesh shooting straight to her core. She was naked upon the table... she was certain he could smell her... he still had most of his face and those elevated senses still... she was also certain there was a puddle of her arousal pooling on the table as she could feel how wet her buttock was. But she could feel the way it all went to her core as she worked on the wiring and the smell of ozone mixed with the spike of pleasured pain as connections were made and he held her leg down as it spasmed as he diligently worked to strengthen the connections.

Vauth looked to her with such uncharacteristic laziness about him as he could feel her trying to adjust her hormone levels and it was him who dictated everything... she was trying to climax in pleasure but Vauth would keep ripping it from her... hence why she was crying and he kept her hand away from her mess of a core. He watched the way her cunt fluttered and tightened around nothing... he couldn't help himself from pressing the calloused tip of his middle finger against her sex and watched all of her vitals spike as she screamed in pleasure. It was just a simple swipe... she still didn't orgasm from it as he lazily licked the wet pad on his finger.

He didn't need it... it would be better to be rid of the flesh between his legs but that small whisper in the back of his mind persisted telling him how ridding it would be a waste of a source of naturally produced testosterone. She lays there quivering with need as his rough fingers move over her sensitive sweat glazed skin as it was smearing the marks upon her skin.

+Say thank you+ His deep voice penetrated her entire being as her digital reply was so soft and weak...

+thank you... Brother Vauth Marlos+

She screamed as his hips were suddenly flushed with hers. He snarled out as the motto of how he didn't need this was drowned out by the screaming priestess underneath him. Her words long failed as she was like an electric screaming animal. Vauth dared not share the cacophony of sounds and packets of data she let out leave the room. Her hands clawing his arms as she screamed for release and he gave it to her finally allowing her to reach those orgasmic subroutines and he felt her fluttering around his cock as she orgasmed with a scream. He followed not long after her burying his genetic blueprints deep inside of his Byte.

He watched how his hips moved as he came as if to mark into the gummy walls of her sex what was his. And the other curious habit of pushing his cum back into her leaking sex... his mind already coming up with something to plug it... he'd have to make it but that was later. He knew there was no need for him to push the excess material back into her but it elicited something deep inside of him an enjoyment. He finished up working on her for now as he had a contact to meet... getting Byte off world would be hard but not impossible.

Before she passed out she could feel his lips brush against her forehead as the darkness took her and she hoped... this was all a bad dream.

[villainsimpqueen]

The Ecstasy Experiment

This is a gifted one shot for @nin3kyuu with their character Doctor Nines and Recom Ja this is based off an old art work piece they had made, which is this spicy one hereeeee.

ALL my fics are 18+ MDNI with my posts or page.

Art made by @nin3kyuu of course of course go check out their stuff, lots of fanclan stuff and ocs.

now

To the SMUTT.

THE ECSTASY EXPERIMENT

Dr. Nine had walked into the meeting room, there they were, the members of Project Phoenix all here for their mandatory new body explanation seminar which she was forced by higher ups to give over a misunderstanding on her part.

She sighed as she looked at them all and moved to the front of the table reaching over to click on the holograms that showed 3d bodies and everything she needed to get through the seminar.

“I'd welcome you all, but I'd rather move through this all quickly.” She announced dually as she began going over the materials that the soldiers would need to know what to do and what not to do.

Of course they all were immature and she thought her boys were immature, this group somehow had them all beat especially their questions. Everything seemed to be a joke or whatnot which quickly brought a forming mirgane.

“No you can not lick your queues tendrils. You may cause damage to them and it will paralyze you.” She dully threatened watching how some of the soldiers genuinely seemed upset causing her to shake her head. Those ones would be the dumbasses in the medical offices.

She went over other things of their physiology and the heightened senses their new bodies may experience before she could finally send them all away after asking if they had questions.

When the room stayed silent she raised one of her brows fixing her glasses as she stared at them.

“No one has any questions? None whatsoever?” She questioned the soldiers but met with silence and so she dismissed them reaching to the holograms to send reports of the successful seminar to the higher ups. Her ears flicked when she heard movement after a period of silence making her look up to the end of the table where golden eyes stared back at her.

Brief annoyance flashed on her face before she pulled her face to a neutral tone.

“I presume you have questions?” she curtly asked the man as she stared at him with disinterest.

“You mention that even out the scents of smell may act up.” The man said, making her raise a brow.

“Yes this is normal during the adjusting period. Smells and scents may be off until a few more days when you're adjusted to Pandora's atmosphere.” She explained dully watching how he seemed to never blink, his pupils wide as he stared at her.

“So women would fall under that category too?” He asked, his voice lowering in tone as he stared at her, his ears flicking and the occasional sighting of his tail flicking upwards behind him as his gaze stayed unswayed from her.

Tension filled her for a moment as she watched him, pupils blown wide ears and tail twitching like as if he was on crack. Nose flaring with his jaw shifting and twitching as he stared at her with such a hazy look it sent trembles through her spine to her tail causing it to whip through the air suddenly.

Tingles formed in her abdomen as she watched his hazy eyes stay half open as he stared at her.

Her ears perked before she shifted them to a neutral position keeping her composure. She stood straight as she stared at the soldier.

“It is not strange for one to pick up the pheromones or testosterone of the other sex more so than normal.'' She spoke calmly, professionally.

The male swallowed before shaking his eyes slightly as he stared at her as if she was a slab of meat, yet there was some admiration in his gaze.

“narrowed to one woman in particular?” He asked her, watching her closely as she moved to lean over the table, some of her hands flat on the table as she stared at him taking in his question.

“I do not follow what you mean.” She answered, apprehension in her tone.

"Jesús en la cruz, dejame zingarte mami" He says gruffly, his voice dipping his ears perked up and his nails digging into the wooden table, Shock filling Dr.Nine at his bluntness, Yet he rose from his chair pressing forward on the table watching her every move like a predators to his pray.

“I can smell you so strongly it's already like your on my tongue. I want you to be, I want…I need to devour you baby.” His accent thickened with each word, his tail thrashing behind him as he looked more and more ready to leap across the table and pouncing on her.

Despite the shock of his confessions Dr. Nine felt her lips twitching into a smirk at him.

“Baby you couldn't handle me.” She teased him, somewhat mocking him, degrading the soldier in front of her, simply seeing him lower than her in status and rank. It was hilarious to her that he had the audacity to even approach her so unhinged like a feral dog. It was downright adorable that he thought she would even entertain the idea of him being blessed to touch her.

A growl left him, the sound of wood curling under his nails his lips peeling back to bare fangs as he glowered at her, her words sparking a challenge in him as his lips would turn a wolfish grin forming on his face as he tilted his head ever so slightly to the side and as his eyes roamed over her body and back up to her eyes. One of his brows raised as he looked at her.

"You really believe that babygirl? How about I come across this table and shut that little mouth of yours." He growled out. his ears slicking back and tail crackling the air like a wip, tension growing in the air thicker and thicker with each word of his thickening accent.

She did not take him seriously, after all he wouldn't dare test those waters and a laugh broke from her throat as she looked at him.

“You don't have the guts.” She said to wave him off, but the sound of a chair being kicked away had her eyes snapping to the table where he was already sliding halfway across the table, a shiver pooling into her as he glided gracefully across the smooth table landing on the other side and taking steps towards her making her take steps backwards her ears flinching and tail twitching as the tingles in her stomach grew more as her back hit the wall. The soldier she had mocked had been projected Phoenix medic Ja. His hands slammed into the wall on either side of her head, his blazing golden eyes drooped as he stared at her his ears high and nostrils flaring as he looked down at her.

“Let me have you, I'll make your world spin baby.” He whispered and yet one of his hands slid up the wall leaving an opportunity for her to flee if she so desired. Even for the gentleman to give her the true options to stay or leave, the choice of what happens next is entirely up to her and he showed just by that movement he would accept her answer.

It caused shivers down her spine as she stared up at him, the desire bright in his eyes and lust fanning out on his lips as his Gaze never dared strayed.

She had work to do, a lot of research papers to catch up on and have filed, experiences that needed to be carried out and documented and yet here she was staring up in blazing begging golden eyes with her body burning with heat as her pussy began to feel the tell tale signs of need as she felt her heart beat strum between her legs. The squeezing of her thighs had her sharply inhale as she glared up at the man. His ears flicked and his brow raised ever waiting for her answer had annoyed her.

After how dare he try to intimate her into submission?

Did he know WHO she was?!

A snarl left her lips as she snatched him down to her height by the collar of his shirt forcing her lips onto his, a growl vibrating from his throat and onto her lips as one of his hands found way behind her head and twisted into her curly locks pressing her tightly against the wall his other arm leaving the wall to grab at her knee pitching it up to his hip as he pushed between her leg and pelvis grinding his hard bulge into her clothed pussy. A moan leaves her at the devious friction forming between them. He was cruel pulling from the kiss when she wanted him to deepen it even more a hiss leaving her as his bulge dug into her pants pressing against her clit perfectly.

“" Te tendré llorando por Dios en el cielo, pero recuerda que cuando veas esas puertas seran simplemente mentiras del infierno y todavía estarás aquí, gimiendo como una putita para mí." He whispered into her ear causing her to gasp harshly her nails finding way to the exposed skin of his neck clawing at it slightly in some desperate need of retaliation, to give herself some delusional sense of control. But her attempts were in vain as his other hand found way to the leg she was using to stand on before he snatched it from her picking her up on the wall fully pressing himself between her legs having her wrap hers around his hips as he grinded harsher into her covered pussy making it twitch and gush a moan leaving her lips making him chuckle as his lips found hers again luring her into a deep kiss with his tongue sliding into her mouth and around hers.

His nails dug into her thick thighs as he swayed his hips into her own pitching her up and down against the wall causing muffle moans leave her throat.

Their tails somehow found each other in the mess of limbs as she worked at clawing away his shirt and him ripping her own lab coat and blouse off of her, her bra shredded by his claws as he grasped at her boobs with a ravaged need, he squeezed and massaged, catching her nipples between his fingers which he massaged.

“Pierced, and here I thought you were a good girl Doctor.” He teased and when she tried to bite back he made her whine when he pinched the both of them between his fingers, his lips finding her neck and then his teeth.

“Fuck you smell delicious.” He growled as he pulled away moving her further up the wall making her squeal and he wasted no time in ripping the middle seam of her pants and panties exposing her pussy to the cold air of the meeting room. Dr. Nine's hands found their way into his short hair as he circled her aching clit with his lips sucking and swirling his tongue around her throbbing ball of nerves. The sounds she let out would mortify her had her eyes not been rolling into the back of her head and her back aching, her legs trying to squeeze shut around his head which he refused holding them open with his hands, nails indentions bruising her blue skin. His tongue swirling in patterns that had her breathless.

In her daze she was thrown off when she realized he was tonguing words onto her clit but in the haze of the moment she could give less than a damn of what he was writing on her clit with the tip of his tongue as she was heaving for air her pussy clenching over nothing making her whine as her lower half was jerking into his face making him groan the vibrations sending her over the edge jerking and whining. Her pussy throbbing, clit lit with flames quickly put out by his saliva and her juices.

She did not notice when he lowered her ripping her pants from her completely nor when he ditched his own clothes and had her sitting beautifully on a table until he was rubbing small circles into her hips softly humming to her as to ground her.

“Still with me baby?” He whispered as connecting his forehead with her own. Her eyes fluttered open with a haze as she tried nodding a chuckle leaving him as his hand moved, finding her own hand and bringing it to his proud standing thick dick. He groaned when her fingers wrapped around it in some daze instinct. Her focus transformed and became forward towards bringing him a tormenting pleasure, enough where he groaned and let out little praises broken from English and Spanish to hisses and growls when she did not let him cum like he had so kindly allowed her too. Her gaze moved to watch his face, thick brows furrowed together, face slacking in pleasure to tighten in dissatisfaction when she teasingly denied him release. She liked how he looked, eyes fluttering open golden eyes blazing with protest before they would roll and flutter back into his skull when she twisted her hand over the large ridges and veins on his dick.

“Baby please..” He muttered a whine moving through him as his ears slicked back in a surprising submission. She had thought he would play into the macho soldier role but as he opened his golden eyes in a way a kicked puppy would look and a starving man it was enough to have her pussy throb even more. A smirk played on her lips as she twisted her hand around his dick watching how he inhaled sharply, eyes rolling faintly before he groaned softly.

“Fuck…”

His head falling backwards as she quickened her motions, repeating them watching how his neck would flex with each harsh intake of air and shaky exhale, how his chest heaved up and down and his hips would jerk forward into her palm and nails in eagerness. She could feel every muscle of his dick start to twitch as his voice came more vocal. She bit her lip while taking in the deliouses sights, surely a memory that will later hunt her and she would gladly accept it. But for now she played dirty, sliding her hand to his base and squeezing restricting him came with a delightful whimper leaving him.

She could see exactly why the RDA higher ups wanted them all to be sterile. an argument that had not affected her team and not the deja blue team…

She spread her thighs open exposing herself before pulling him closer by his dick making his breath hitch his eyes cracking open faintly to stare at her in the haze of lust and need. She relished at the feeling of his hot flushed tip against her slicken entrance before she finally let go of his hand. Somehow despite the shaking of her thighs and the excitement forming in her lower abdomen she still forced neutrality into her tone as she glared at him in warning.

“I will not clean any mess you make.” Her words sharp a mask she tried to keep on slipping as she watched his lips pull into a smirk the flash of white sharp teeth and warmth from his palms on her thighs spreading them apart more as he began to push into her.

“Of course, Doctor.” His tone teased as he plunged his thick pulsating dick into her slick gummy walls. A sharp intake of air filled her lungs as he kept pushing until he was balls deep in her, his lips nipping at the tip of her left ear and he chuckled as her walls constricted and fluttered around him greedily.

"¿Lista para ver las mentiras del infierno, Muñeca?” He gravely whispered not even allowing her the chance to speak before she could feel every ridge of his dick pulling out to the swelling of his tip before plunging back into her making a gasp leave her. His hands find places on her thigh and hip nails digging as he pulls her closer to him with each snap of his hips, plunging himself deeper into her slicken walls.

His lips had no mercy as they found homes on her neck sucking, licking and nipping leaving his marks before finding back to her lips muffling her growing moans into them and his tongue.

He wasted not a second in fucking her into the meeting room table, the creaking of it to no mind as he would jerk het back to his ever bucking hips. The room filled with the squelching echoes of her dripping pussy being brutalized by his throbbing dick, and her muffle moans he devoured with every kiss. Each thrust enlightening their pleasures, building them both up to their peaks but as Dr.Nine squeezed her eyes shut and let out a whine unbecoming to her mind..

It was just not enough.

A cruel joke on her as she gasped and moaned her hands finding way to his chest, shoulder and back clawing at his skin making him sweat and growl and groan. She could sense it from him too, a slow growing frustration to have this burning need filled. To have that damn holding them back from pure bliss to finally break. The need for something missing between this devious dance between them as their tails curled around each other tightly, her swaying her hips into his causing tear forming friction against her clit to drive her over the edge that was being denied, her hands clawed at his back once against before her finger tips grazed coiled hair so delicately weaved down.

She felt a twitch move through her, her walls ever tightening around him making him groan and swear.

She had read the research papers.

And what scientist would she be if she too didn't do a little ‘field work’

Her actions seeming undoubtedly justified as her hand encircled Jas Queue bringing it from his back and around his shoulder, she felt him stiffen for a moment his face coming from its place in her neck, hazy golden eyes and a brow raised in confusion before her other hand left his chest grabbing at her own long braided Queue.

Her eyes flicked back to him, a smirk playing on her lips as she watched him.

“Lista para ver las mentiras del infierno, Bebé.” She mocked his earlier words in a teasing tone before she brought their queues together, their pink tendrils quickly wrapping around each other, entangling into one, a wave of emotions and pleasure shooting through the both of them as they both shuttered and gasped, Ja nearly collapsing on her and her trembling thighs squeezing tightly around his hips. Dr.Nines nails digging harshly into his forearms as both of them burned with ecstasy and Exhilaration. a Hiss leaving them as their bodies twitched and ached with a burning rapture. Ja buried his face into her neck, his teeth biting into her tender skin before the snap of his hips became almost too much to bear. Her cries echoed in the meeting room, her nails digging into his flesh drawing blood as the table started to creak more and more. Her shoulders being dug into the wood the more her back arched pressing her chest flushed against his as he growled and clutched at her hips snapping her to him not allowing her to escape the pounding of his dick into her growing sensitive walls, the tip starting to tug and pull at her cervix as it bullied its way through causing a temporary painful shock move through her that had them both moaning and twitching. One of his hands moving to her her stomach his palm swiping up sweat building onto her skin amd down to her plumness of her pussed easily moving over her spreaded folds where his thumb could dance circled into her clit, feeling her jump and cry out, her waves of pleasure shooting up through him and down his spine as he moaned and whined his hips starting to jerk as his rhythm becoming unbalanced his breathing picking up and he could feel her heart frantically beating in tune with his, her thighs started shaking harshly he could feel her walls convulsing around him before it contacted with squeezing, a high pitched cry leaving the doctor her nails digging into his forearms and a wetness drenching his hand.

A surge of pride shooting through him before a needy groan left him as he thrusted into her harder, a snapping sound being heard but ignored as he pushed his weight into her harshly, his dick twitching and shaking before the his own coils of pleasure finally pulled thing and snapping with a rush leaving him quickly.

Her contracting walls doing nothing but milking him for all he was worth as every last drop of his thick cum made way deeply into her soaked and drenched pussy.

His breathing is harsh and harsh against her quick panting ones.

Both of them were stilling as they simply melted and molded into each other, tingles moving through their bodies and a rush of euphoria crashing over them like soft ocean waves.

Ja hid his face in her neck and tangled messy hair feeding into the feeling of peaceful ocean waves his throat tightening and slowly straining to relaxing over and over again, he felt a hand embrace the back of his head, nails scratching just above the bulk of his queue and skull meet making a shutter move through him and his throat doing those strange motions more quickly.

He could hear her chuckle, making him move and tilt his head at her, golden eyes opening in slight hazy doped confusion.

“You purr like a kitten.”

Dr.Nine had teased with a smirk bright on her tear stained face.

“Did you see heaven's gates, Kitten? This poor table sure has.”

[detrans-daddy]

i just got back on testosterone and it makes my dick so sensitive so i shaved my pussy, and i keep thinking about how good it would feel to be shaved and wet rubbing against a tight little g string

I'll be honest, little fakeboy girl, I had to read this three times to even understand what you were saying. I only stuck with it because I know stupid fakeboys girls like you sometimes struggle with hard stuff like writing complete, intelligible sentences.

Let me start with the simple stuff—you don't have a dick. Real Men have dicks. You have an enlarged clit that you desperately want to pretend is a dick... but it isn't even close.

Think about it, stupid little fakeboy girl. Can you stroke your "dick" until cum leaps out of it into the soaked pussy of an actual good girl? Can you push that "dick" down a little girl's throat while she looks up at you with pretty little eyes starved of oxygen? Can you let your "dick" rest on a tiny little girl's stomach and watch her eyes get big when she realizes how much you're going to stretch her out?

No. Because you're a fakeboy stupid little girl.

Repeat after me: "I have a pussy, not a dick. I'm made to take cock, not pretend I have one. I'm a little girl who needs a Real Man to fix me."

As for the rest of your question, well... obviously. The reason cute little underwear was invented by Real Men was so that stupid little girls like you could work yourselves up and present your little holes to Real Men. Get off the T, buy yourself some underwear, edge yourself stupid to the mantra above, and let me know you've been a good girl for once.

[marblecakemix]

hey, about your blog intro you said that you don't hate trans people but you hate their ideology, do you mind explaining what you mean?

Not at all! It came out kinda long, I hope you don't mind.

The first thing I hate the most about gender ideology is "trans kids". I'm strongly against stuffing children with hormones that their young and still developing bodies do not need. I believe that children cannot give consent to irreversible hormonal therapy and surgeries. Especially when hormones have a huge impact on their mental and physical development (just look at how different levels of estrogen in a woman's body change how she acts). A lot of adults aren't sure about transitioning and sometimes regret parts of it, how can a child make such a difficult and life-altering decision? There are safer and healthier ways of testing the waters (that should last at least 2 years to be sure), like changing the style of clothes, using different pronouns and assimilating more with the opposite sex. Why is that not the first thing recommended to those kids?

And to the people who deny any of that happening. Today at the mall I saw a 14/15 y/o girl on testosterone (I and my friend could tell by how uncharacteristically low her voice was). She clearly was not doing well, she had that empty look in her eyes (speaking from experience). She was maybe a head smaller than me (I'm 155cm/5'1) and she'll most likely never grow taller and will probably end up obese, because of taking testosterone so early. In my country gay marriage is illegal, but you are free to butcher a child's natural growth with hormones? That does not seem right.

The second thing is how transness is presented nowadays. You don't need to have gender dysphoria (even though it's the first thing you would need to be diagnosed with a decade ago to transition which was the essential thing in transsexualism)! You don't even have to want to change at all! Now all you need to do is to check the criteria of "feeling trans/like different gender" which is deeply rooted in sexism and operates on stereotypes. What does "feeling like a woman" mean? Women-feelers want to wear all pink, revealing clothing, have big bouncy boobs, act stupid, and be annoying? That sounds pretty sexist to me. Same with "feeling like a man". A man is not someone who likes bears, fishing, and cars, we all know that. You can't feel like a man/woman, because sex is not based on feelings, interests, and personality which the opposite is one of the fundamentals of being trans according to gender ideology. The most harmful thing I see that comes out of it is women (usually identifying as non-binary) say things like, I don't feel like a woman, because I have a complex personality and can think on a higher level than a toddler. That's sexism all throughout that gender ideology supports wholeheartedly.

Another thing is borderline occultic behaviors I see in gender ideology believers. They pray on the young and vulnerable and tell them that the irreversible change to their body will fix all their problems (that have usually nothing to do with gender dysphoria). The activity discourages people from looking into research on topics that questions the ideology and show the negative side of it. They vandalize, attack, and kill people who are against their ideology. They expect that their minority rights will have more power than 99% of the world's population. They usually are only or mostly friends with themselves. They advocate for children to be taken away from their families just because the family is questioning their child's behavior. Straight-up lying about statistics and research results like how the newest research says that people who transition are more likely to take their own lives than before transitioning and I don't think you'll ever hear about that from gender ideologist. There's a lot more, but I can't think of another example now.

Those are the main reasons why I hate gender ideology. I hope that this answers your question. If you want to ask about anything more specific, go ahead!

[she-is-ovarit]

https://www.reddit.com/r/BlatantMisogyny/s/8Td03lV5Rl

What do you think about the screenshot in this reddit post? Really grinded my gears, ngl. (like I know it's misogynistic, just curious if you're able to debunk it or something)

"—this is a delusion [women living independently from men] that stems from being in a highly advanced society where all of your needs are being met by strangers". He goes on to say these strangers are mostly men.

Living independent from men is a privilege in many ways. Our sisters in Afghanistan, Saudi Arabia, etc. are forced to live their lives under the presence and command of a male guardian. Living dependently in men isn't nature, nor is it because we're unable. There are cultures in societies in which women live mostly separately from men and take care of each other. It used to be more this way further back in history. Men are the reason as to why women are unable to live independently—whether it's because of coercive control in Western nations, misogyny enshrined in law, or the threat of losing our lives because men are more prone to violence and committing femicide.

His next line on, "If society collapses and there weren't any men who'd fix the infrastructure and open jars?"...

Women would? Does he know that many of us love alone and single, or raising children as single mothers, work as electricians and engineers, live as lesbian separatists? And you can easily open a jar by running it under hot water for awhile first. Heat shrinks, cold expands, and the reason why jars tighten is because as it cooled it expanded tightly against the lid.

His next remark on if women were to disappear society wouldn't notice since we only fill front facing positions and "the humanities". Having had done both, women's jobs are thoroughly more difficult and detailed than male-dominated fields. I'm reminded by the young woman who published that TikTok while drawing or painting her nails describing how she worked several jobs in the trades and men do the easiest jobs—anyone can figure it out. Regarding his comments on reproduction, women could rely on sperm banks whereas men would completely die out very quickly.

Labor intensive jobs are done by women, too. There's a limit to man's physical strength. They use technology to get around this or simply find ways to lift less. Women would do the same, maybe even more efficiently considering we have a better center of gravity. What prevents women from going into jobs that would "dirty our hands" is because we don't want to work around a bunch of insufferable, testosterone piqued males.

[vaniliens]

Trans fairy tail characters go

- Levi. Most nonbinary person to nonbinary.

- being transmasc would fix erza I think. Or maybe just a he/him lesbian. Give erza testosterone she needs it

- as I said gajeel is nonbinary in a masc way. I don't this Metallica gave a single fuck about gender so gajeel didn't know what it was until he showed up in civilization. Uses he/him but could not care less. All pronouns kind of guy.

- Natsu is a similar but because igneel was a guy Natsu wanted to be to, and he wants to be just like his dad

- I feel like Fried (Freed? It's been like 4 years since the fairy tail hyperfixation) is bigender

- speaking of laxus' crew the knight guy with the souls. Agender. His name escapes me.

- gray is transmasc I make the rules. He and Lyon are both transmasc. They saw each other on galuna Island and mutually understood each other through their twisted siblingesque relationship that they were both men now but they all had bigger problems to content with

- I could see laxus as transfem. But so deeply in the closet it would be physically impossible for him to leave or externalize it. Because it's laxus

I hope you have a lovely day

THANK YOU FOR THESE HEAD CANONS I LOVE THESE SM??? TRANSFEM LAXUS WHOS SO DEEP IN THE CLOSET,,,, SO TRUE,,,, Transmasc Gray & Agender/NB Natsu my beloved headcanons too 😭😭‼️‼️ The dragon slayers would not know a thing about gender‼️‼️‼️‼️ And bickslow wouldnt care about gender either!!! Auauagh these are so good your mind is just 🎇🎇🎇

Here's a list of Everyone else i think might be trans too btw;

TRANSFEM/MASC / BIGENDER / NB LESBIAN JUVIA‼️‼️ I feel like she started E a little before Phantom Lord arc started but also, i feel like she could be transmasc but be as deep into the closet as Laxus is because of her heteronormative view 😭 Like her thinking shes definitely a woman because she "loves" Gray for being her savior (Cough. Its not a crush it was just admiration but she didnt know because- Cough. And she thought only women and men can be in love (Probably Bora's fault 🙄🙄🙄 but also she could've just read a lot of cishet love stories)) I imagine she'd only recognize how shes transmasc around the time she starts shipping Gray with Lyon when she thought "Oh gay people are fine actually" (& thus her lesbian / wlw awakening begins & she learns about how everyone else in the guild is queer & some trans) But i have no clue whether she recognizes it almost immediately or later on in her life once she detaches herself from Gray for once!!! SORRY FOR RAMBLING ABOUT THIS I have very complicated thoughts about Juvia & how shes been written & amatonormativity and stuff 😭🫶 shes a silly girl...

As ive mentioned before, Transfem Jellal 😌😌 I kinda only hc it because one of mutuals do too and i thought she was so right for that BUT ALSO!!! I feel like for Jellal he'd be too busy hating himself & trying to atone to realize or like. deal with it properly. "I could be a he/him transfem but im still a sinner so i dont have time to think about that rn" style!! Also maybe a few undertones of toxic masculinity seeping in (He has to be A Man and Man Up to face his punishments and to better himself or whatever)

Also Ultear & Meredy are trans too. but in what way you ask? I dunno,,,, they could be all be bigender and i wouldn't have bat an eye,,,,,,

TRANSFEM. BISCA. I like to think she found out she was transfem like pretty early on back when she was still living in Alvarez but kept herself closeted because she didnt have time to deal with it,,, until she moved to Fiore and went under her "Mulan Rouge" alias to start doing crime 👍 did her own DIY HRT until she joined FT when she finally had a legitimate source of income.

Maybe alzack is trans too that way they could be t4t 🫶

NONBINARY MIDNIGHT. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. NO QUESTIONS. THEY REPEATEDLY MAKE THE AUDIENCE QUESTION THEIR GENDER. GOD I WISH I WAS THEM.

T4T Elfever my beloved. Theres just no way they're cishet im sorry. They're too manly and too womanly to be cis. No cis person could ever be as masc 24/7 as elfman and as femme 24/7 as evergreen. Also the way Elfman refers to her as a 'woman' even though he usually calls EVERYONE a 'man'???

Nonbinary / transfem lisanna my beloved <333 im leaning more into agender though because i truly dont think she cares about gender that much especially after she came back to earthland BUT AT THE SAME TIME I know how much she likes her skirts and dresses

Agender Zeref in the "I dont care" and "I dont have time for this" and the "I Hate myself too much" way / style BABEYYYYY!!! This guys too full of issues to care about his pronouns but even if he did he would not give himself the freedom to think about it too much. Cmon hes been living for 400 years and God told him personally that hes not allowed to enjoy life.

I think thats all for now 😭 I think the entire FT guild is queer in some way like c'mon the themes in the story and everything just kinda makes that obvious in a way whether or not Mashima intended it 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, AGAIN!! THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!